My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 43: Chapter 43
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"Nathan, I can't resist you. God, I've missed you so much it hurts. I couldn't wait another second—had to come find you at the hospital. I need you right now..."
His palm slapped over my mouth, cutting off my words into muffled gasps.
"Don't bother screaming. No one's coming."
When he released me, his fingers trembled against my blouse buttons.
"Nathan, stop—please!"
I grabbed his wrists, but he shot me a look so sharp it froze me mid-breath. "Your husband's balls-deep in Ethan Lopez, and you're still playing devoted wife? Wake the hell up, Evelyn."
The truth hit like a sucker punch. Daniel was gay. He'd found real love.
Earlier, he'd practically shoved me out the door with Nathan—just to steal more alone time with Ethan. Right now, they were probably tangled up, swapping spit like teenagers.
The image sent a jagged pain through my chest—like swallowing broken glass.
Nathan made quick work of my blouse before ripping off my bra. His mouth crashed onto mine, then trailed lower. Kneeling, he yanked my belt open. My pants and panties pooled at my feet. The night air prickled my skin, but I barely noticed.
"Already wet for me?"
His fingers slid inside, twisting just right until I choked back a moan. Every touch was calculated—a snake charming its prey. Logic burned away under the heat spreading through me.
"Let me hear you. Scream."
Even in the empty darkness, I bit my lip—until he dragged another cry from my throat.
Nathan played my body like a damn symphony. When he finally took me from behind, pleasure detonated through me. My control shattered. This time, I didn't hold back.
The night swallowed my cries as I clung to him, nails digging in. He drove into me like a man possessed.
Filthy words spilled from my lips—things I'd never dreamed of saying. Nathan watched with dark approval, his kisses branding me.
Afterward, we lay tangled, hearts hammering in unison.
My voice came out wrecked. "Shouldn't you get back? Isabella will wonder—"
"Bachelorette party. Made me swear not to call—said they're going all night."
His breath hitched as he palmed my breast, mouth closing over it. The fire roared back to life.
Again?
His lips skimmed my skin, words thick with want. "Tell me you want more. I'll ruin you all over again."
That voice—pure temptation. I arched against him, smirking. "Do it. Now."
His palm slapped over my mouth, cutting off my words into muffled gasps.
"Don't bother screaming. No one's coming."
When he released me, his fingers trembled against my blouse buttons.
"Nathan, stop—please!"
I grabbed his wrists, but he shot me a look so sharp it froze me mid-breath. "Your husband's balls-deep in Ethan Lopez, and you're still playing devoted wife? Wake the hell up, Evelyn."
The truth hit like a sucker punch. Daniel was gay. He'd found real love.
Earlier, he'd practically shoved me out the door with Nathan—just to steal more alone time with Ethan. Right now, they were probably tangled up, swapping spit like teenagers.
The image sent a jagged pain through my chest—like swallowing broken glass.
Nathan made quick work of my blouse before ripping off my bra. His mouth crashed onto mine, then trailed lower. Kneeling, he yanked my belt open. My pants and panties pooled at my feet. The night air prickled my skin, but I barely noticed.
"Already wet for me?"
His fingers slid inside, twisting just right until I choked back a moan. Every touch was calculated—a snake charming its prey. Logic burned away under the heat spreading through me.
"Let me hear you. Scream."
Even in the empty darkness, I bit my lip—until he dragged another cry from my throat.
Nathan played my body like a damn symphony. When he finally took me from behind, pleasure detonated through me. My control shattered. This time, I didn't hold back.
The night swallowed my cries as I clung to him, nails digging in. He drove into me like a man possessed.
Filthy words spilled from my lips—things I'd never dreamed of saying. Nathan watched with dark approval, his kisses branding me.
Afterward, we lay tangled, hearts hammering in unison.
My voice came out wrecked. "Shouldn't you get back? Isabella will wonder—"
"Bachelorette party. Made me swear not to call—said they're going all night."
His breath hitched as he palmed my breast, mouth closing over it. The fire roared back to life.
Again?
His lips skimmed my skin, words thick with want. "Tell me you want more. I'll ruin you all over again."
That voice—pure temptation. I arched against him, smirking. "Do it. Now."
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