My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Nathan Roscente's smirk was razor-sharp as his gaze dragged over me. "Evelyn Laurent. Never thought I'd find you in a place like this."
"You've got the wrong girl."
I refused to look at him, wrenching my hand free.
But before I could take more than two steps, the ground vanished beneath me. He hauled me up effortlessly, carrying me into the shadowed stairwell like I weighed nothing.
Panic clawed up my throat. "Put me down, or I swear I'll scream!"
Nathan's laugh was dark, amused. "That night, you promised me—anywhere but your home, and you'd let me have my way. I was just about to call you for a hotel, but this?" His grip tightened. "Even better."
He set me down only to slam me against the cold concrete wall. A shiver raced down my spine.
When I didn't answer, he seized my chin, his lips brushing mine in a taunt. "Good girl."
His fingers made quick work of my blouse, popping buttons until black lace peeked through. His breath hitched as he traced the swell of my breasts before unhooking the bra. They spilled free, pale and full under his hungry stare.
"Perfect," he growled, voice rough. "Christ, I could devour you whole."
His hands were relentless, kneading, claiming, his breath turning ragged.
Damn it. My body betrayed me, trembling with heat. I bit my lip hard, squeezing my eyes shut—anything to avoid the fire in his gaze.
He hiked my skirt up, peeling off my panties with deliberate slowness. After a deep inhale, he smirked and draped them over the railing like a trophy.
"Mr. Roscente, what if someone—"
His mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my protest as his tongue plunged deep. One hand pinned me in place while the other freed his cock—thick, heavy, pressing against me with ruthless intent.
I wasn't ready.
A brutal thrust buried him to the hilt, my slickness doing little to ease the burn. My nails dug into his arms as I gasped.
He moved like a man possessed, growls vibrating against my skin, his rhythm savage.
"Slower—please—it hurts—"
His hips stilled. "Wait. Are you... a virgin?"
Silence.
Nathan pulled back just enough to glance down, where crimson streaked his length.
A predator's grin curled his lips. "Well, well. What a delicious surprise."
Instead of taking me again, he savored the moment, leaving me aching, shamefully wet. A whimper slipped out before I could stop it.
Faster. Deeper. Fill me. The words scorched my tongue, but pride locked them away. If I begged now, I'd never escape him.
Nathan produced a tissue, wiping me with absurd gentleness before sliding back in—slower this time, almost tender.
Oh.
Pleasure detonated, white-hot and blinding. Daniel Evans had never come close to this. Even Nathan's lightest touch set every nerve alight. When his fingers tangled with mine, I clung back without thought, lost in the storm he'd unleashed.