Lissa
Noah is kind, friendly, and considerate. As soon as I arrived, he told me he knew I had to get back to
Henry, and we agreed we should skip the appetizers to save time. But he also hasn’t paused for a breath
since I arrived. I’m not sure if he’s nervous, but he's been talking nonstop about the Reynolds case, and
work is the last thing I want to be thinking about.
I’m not sure when Oliver would have returned to the office, but I missed saying goodbye to him today. I
can’t stop thinking about him—how his afternoon was, what he’s doing right now, and who he's with.
“You like the meatballs?” Noah asks, finally. It’s the first question he’s sent my way in quite a while.
“I do. This place is great, it’s got a wonderful atmosphere.” “Yeah. I’ve been here a few times, the
manager is a friend of my dad’s, and he’s been running this place since the eighties.”
“It was a good choice,” I say with a smile. He’s nervous, I think, that’s why he’s been talking a mile a
minute.
He’s wearing a forest-green shirt that he didn’t wear to work today. He must have gone home to change,
and he’s styled his hair. It’s nothing remarkable, but it’s nice to have a man make an effort for me.
“So, you’re married, right?” he asks, making all the good feelings I was trying to conjure up evaporate
immediately.
“S eparated.” “Right. I remember you mentioning your husband to Adelaide. I’m sorry. That must be
tough.”
Has this guy ever actually been on a date before? What a question.
“We haven’t been together for a while,” I say, trying to soften the tightness that’s come into my voice.
“Oh god, sorry. Yeah, I didn’t mean it like that, I just... I remember you saying something about it.”
He takes a long swallow of his wine, and I do the same. We’ve finished the bottle between us, but most
of it ended up in my glass. I don’t usually drink this much. I’m feeling pretty tipsy, which is another sign
that I should end things before I say anything stupid.
Noah seems to sense the finality of the gesture as I place the glass of wine on the table and lean back in
my chair. He smiles reassuringly at me, checking his watch, and nods.
“I think you said you’d need to leave just before eight, good timing, right?”
It’s like he’s seeking approval from his mom or something. “Yeah. Thanks... I had a good time.” His
smile slips, but he rallies quickly. I guess I didn’t ke ep my voice as even as I had intended. I have had a
good time, but I have no interest in seeing him again. Noah’s nice and good-looking, but he doesn’t
compare to Oliver. The number of times my brain has wandered to my boss through the evening is
embarrassing.
Whatever this thing is with Oliver, I want to ride it out until he’s done with me. I don’t even feel like I
have a choice in the matter anymore. So much for me ke eping a boundary between us...
The waiter brings our bill, and Noah insists on paying, tipping generously. He even helps me into my
coat at the door and holds it open for me as we leave.
My life would be a lot simpler if I liked him. “Can I drop you off somewhere?” he asks. The snow is
much heavier than I had expected, and I feel a pulse of worry that I’m taking Henry on a bus ride in this
mess. I should never have come on this date; it was selfish and unnecessary.
“Or I could call you a cab?” Noah says again, sticking his hand out as a yellow taxi appears as if by
magic.
“That’s okay, I only have to go a few streets over to get Henry. You should take this one, though—it’s
so cold out.”
Noah looks crestfallen as he motions to the taxi driver to wait. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, it’s just a quick walk.” I’m relieved when he agrees and gives me an awkward hug. It looks as if
he might want to kiss me goodbye, but I lean away from him to make it clear that’s not what I want, and he
gives me a half smile as he gets into the taxi.
I watch it drive away, a profound sense of gratitude coming over me that the night is over. Huddling into
my coat, I pull out my phone, double- checking which direction I need to go in, and set off up the street.
That’s when a hand emerges from the alleyway beside me, and I’m dragged backward into the dark.
I don’t even have time to scream before a familiar scent pervades my nostrils; it’s the cologne Oliver
wears, and I’m addicted to the smell of it.
I’m shoved hard against the wall as Oliver looms over me, the soft yellow light of the streetlamp above
illuminating his sharp features, mouth twisted into a snarl.
My joy at seeing him is quickly extinguished by fear. Is he going to fire me for going on a date with
someone from the firm? “What the fuck?” he grinds out, his hands gripping my upper arms. There is
nothing of the composed control I’m accustomed to in his office. He’s furious, and for the first time, I see
real anger in his eyes.
I try to pull away, but he drags me into the darkest part of the alley, where we can’t be seen from the
street. In the blackness with the snow falling all around, I feel as if we’re embraced by the weather, the cold
and snow making my breath hitch as he pushes me against the wall, and I can feel the cold through my coat.
“Were you on a date with Noah?” he asks, his voice cold and full of rage.
He uses his height and strength to pin me to the wall. “I was,” I say. “He asked me out when I first
started working at the firm.”
“And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?” he hisses. “To what?” His eyes flash as he
pushes his hips into mine, and I gasp, the cold air burning my throat as his hard cock grinds against me.
“To this, Lissa. To the fact that I fuck you every goddamn day and you belong to me.”
“I belong to you?” I bite out. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
“You’re mine,” he says, his fingers running down my thigh and tugging at the hem of my skirt. It’s so
alarming and unlike him to be so forceful that I don’t even protest.
The thought of him being so turned on and angry that he has to take me right now is thrilling beyond
words.
“You will not see him again,” he says, his hands ripping at my underwear, as my head falls back against
the brick.
I should stop him. I know I should. But I want it just as much. I’ve been thinking about this all night.
“You can’t... Ah! Tell me what to do,” I attempt as his fingers dip inside me, even as I can hear the
footst eps of pedestrians a few feet away. With a growl, he puts his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them
before moving them down between my legs again and pushing inside me without warning.
Somehow, the burn of it makes me yearn for more, and I part my legs as I press against him, his mouth
finding my neck, sucking at my skin, licking at me, and biting too.
He’s usually so controlled; this loss of composure is shocking. My hands find the wall behind me as he
pushes his hips against mine, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“I’m going to remind you who owns you,” he growls in my ear as I rock against his cock, wanting it
inside me, feeling the length, the thickness of it. I would worship it for days if I could. I’ve never wanted to
be fucked so badly in my life.
I can’t help groaning as he pushes against me, no condom, barely any pr ep, and yet I’m so wet I could
scream.
“Who do you belong to?” he snarls as he thrusts forward fiercely. “You,” I breathe out, and I mean it
down to my soul. He grunts angrily, and then he’s fucking me so hard my back is grinding against the
bricks. My legs are twisted at an uncomfortable angle, my underwear ripped and hanging from my legs, his
hand covering my mouth as I groan and bite at his fingers.
I feel this crazy need to prove to him that there is no one else. Ten minutes ago, I was saying goodbye to
Noah, and now I have Oliver’s cock so far inside me I can feel it in my throat. He’s grunting and thrusting
against me, his mouth finding mine, his tongue matching the rhythm of his hips as he groans into my mouth.
Oliver’s hands come to rest on my ass as he gives one furtive look up the alley, where I can see bodies
moving by, unaware of what’s happening in the darkness.
“You think they can see us?” he whispers. “Think they know what a fucking slut you are for my cock?” I
moan against him, my arms going around his neck. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, flood you with
it. One day, I might even plug you afterward, ke eping it all inside you for as long as I want.”
I wail into his shoulder as I feel the first pulse of his cum as my own climax takes me. He fills me up just
as he promised, so right, so forbidden that I can hardly breathe with the perfection of it.