I take a position in front of him.
My pulse kicks up, goosebumps breaking out on my skin as his broody eyes drag up my body to my blushing face. The color hasn’t left my cheeks for a second since he stepped inside my office.
“Take off your dress,” he orders darkly.
I peer nervously at the door.
“I locked it when I came in.”
My gaze jerks to his. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I wanted to see if you’ll obey me.” Smirking, he teases, “I also learned that the thought of getting caught turns you on.”
Heat flies to my cheeks and I look away.
“Get naked, angel,” he says impatiently. “I am starving and your tight pussy is going to be my meal.”
Lord! He wants to do that right here and now?
A knot forms in my stomach even as a throb flares in my core. My breath going shallow, I timidly gaze down at him. “Do… you really… have to?”
He scrutinizes my words carefully, gauging every nuance.
Unease spreads through me and I rush to say, “You don’t have to, if you’re returning the favor because of… last time.”
“Why are you making it sound like a tedious chore?” He practically spits it out like an accusation.
I look down at the floor, muttering, “I know men don’t really like it. I’m giving you a free pass, so you don’t have to pretend. Just take it, oka—”
In a flash, he’s out of the chair and crowding me against the desk. Tugging my head back with a fist in my locks, he forces my eyes on his stormy ones. “When I am with you, you don’t talk about other men. You sure as fuck don’t compare me to them. They don’t exist to you. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Nathan,” I gasp.
“Now I am going to ask you a question and you will answer me truthfully.”
“Okay.”
“Has a man ever gone down on you?”
I shut my eyes and slowly shake my head.
His sharp inhale pierces my ears. Although I am unable to guess if it’s in anger or something else. We’re both aware I’m referring to my two exes and exactly which one had something to do with the revelation.
“Look at me.” I meet his ruthless gaze. “Did you go down on him often?”
“Yeah,” I say, mortified.
“You’re an intelligent girl, Ari. Didn’t you see the double standards?”
“Of course I did,” I utter indignantly. “But I couldn’t exactly force him, could I? I had no desire for it anyways after that. He didn’t enjoy it. It wasn’t exactly the end of the world.”
Aryan had said it was icky and unsanitary. Why bother doing it when he could get me off with his fingers or dick?
However, I was always curious, having heard how amazing it felt from Anaya’s sexcapades. So, one drunken night after we returned home partying from the club, I begged him to do it once to try and change his mind.
I was his girlfriend. Surely, he could give it a shot for me.
Only for it to turn into the most horrible and scarring experience of my life. I’ll never forget the cringe look on Aryan’s face and how he ran to the bathroom to wash his mouth out. He could gurgle cheap liquor like it was water, but I tasted like crap to him.
