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lust.
    “Yes… Punish you. Fuck. I don’t want this…don’t want you. This.” Slam . “Is.” Slam . “All.” Slam . “Your.” Slam . “Fault!”
    I crumbled beneath him, screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his perfect cock.
    “That’s it, come on my cock. Shit, your pussy feels so good… Milk my cock, baby. Fuck!” His hand released my hair, and I fell back down to the table, exhaustion taking over as I moved toward a second orgasm. He gripped my hips, pulling me back, pushing in deeper. “That’s it. Grip it tight like a vice. That’s what you do. It’s how you torment me. Fucking cock tease.”
    My whole body shook, tearless sobs taking over as my oversensitive body tingled, and I fell again. His hips jerked, fingers digging into my flesh as he exploded within me. A moment later his movements stopped, the sound of his harsh breath filling the room.
    He collapsed on top of me, unable to hold himself up, muscles spent. We were both panting, trying to regain a normal heart rate.
    “You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you.” He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder blade with the tenderness of a lover. “Run while you can. Run away from me, and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
    His eerie warning was the last thing I heard before exhaustion took over and my eyelids closed, blacking out the world.

CHAPTER 5
     

     
    My eyes fluttered open, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus through my disoriented mind. Warm, soft light filtered in through the curtains covering the windows, greeting me from my comfortable bed. It took a moment to recall what I’d been doing before I awoke, confused as to why I was asleep in the middle of the afternoon. A twinge in my abdomen when I tried to sit rectified that.
    Nathan had been there, inside me. It was better than the last time, the pain and stiffness when I moved a testament to his visit. He was rough and dirty, and I knew my body was ruined for any other man. No other could make my body sing the way he had during our encounters.
    The last words he said surfaced through my addled mind, playing over and over, looping until it was clear.
    “You should stay away from me, Lila. I’m no good for you. Run while you can. Run away from me and don’t look back. I’m not worth your life.”
    All I could think of was: why ? Why wasn’t he “worth my life”? If he wasn’t a good or even decent person, would he have placed me in my bed before he left? Would he have even come, so aggravated, thinking he’d hurt me? I was tucked under the covers of my bed, cleaned of our actions, with a glass of water on the bedside table—all evidence to the contrary.
    Another question was: why me? Each member of the Boob Squad was throwing themselves at him daily. We weren’t friends, nor did we pretend to be. It was a constant butting of heads, sarcastic remarks, biting words, and eye rolls filling our everyday encounters.
    With no answers, I forced myself from the bed and threw on some clothes before I plopped in front of the TV, intent on losing myself in whatever movie was on. I was too tired and aching to even contemplate anymore cleaning. In the back of my mind, I wondered if Nathan was upstairs doing the same thing. He was so close, yet so very far away.

    Sunday had long since passed, and now it was nine in the morning on a Wednesday. I hadn’t seen Nathan at all outside of work, much to my body’s regret. Our usual bickering never faltered, but his mood improved over the weekend like most thought it would. I was the only one privy to the real reason why.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him staring at me almost like he was searching for the answer to a question. He never looked when anyone else would see, just when we were alone, tucked away in our space with a view.
    Our office had once been one of the conference rooms for Holloway and Holloway, back when they only took up one floor of the building. When the firm