Second Impressions

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It has been two days since I signed the contract, two days since I don’t know anything from Darius. Two long miserable days.

Archibald told me that a lot had to be done if we wanted to launch the company soon, so we’ve been meeting daily and had so much to learn from him. He had so much experience handling budgets and making a corporate structure that it was becoming hard to keep up with his pace.

Today was December 31st, and everyone was preparing to receive New Year’s Eve. Still, I had no spirit inside me to celebrate, so instead of going out with Archibald and his friends to an expensive party, I passed, coming back home, tired from working all day.

I guess this is the life of an entrepreneur, working twenty-four hours a day, non-stop stress, little sleep, not much to eat, and too much coffee.

I hold Sarah’s keychain present and read it before opening my door. It gave me comfort.

Life is tough, my darling, but so are you- Stephanie Bennet Henry.

Damn, Life really is tough.

I sighed, lost in my thoughts, opening the door when I saw a tall man at the end of my hallway.

My heart stopped.

I recognized him immediately; it was Darius, standing with his hands inside his pockets, his big muscles bulging against the fabric of his suit.

A power stance with his lips on a flat line, and his eyes cold, menacing, and watching me. Only me.

“D-Darius,” I muttered, shaking as he walked to where I was.

How do you react when you betray someone you love. You can run and lie or face them and wish they could forgive you. If I ever deserve to be forgiven.

Love? It is too soon to love him yet. It can’t be love. No, of course not, Ollie.

My heart raced, and I instinctively reached for him, placing my hands across his shoulder, pressing my head against his chest, feeling how his attitude was cold as a stone, not touching me back.

He knows…

“I am sorry, I am so sorry. Please forgive me.”I reached my head up to kiss him, but he just pulled my hair hard on a quick pull.

“You are sorry?” he scoffed. He was hurting; I could hear it in his voice.

I gasped, feeling the force to watch at his menacing eyes, mad, furious. Still, I knew he burned of desire for me.

I burn for you too.

“I don’t want to talk,” he said coldly, holding my hair with one hand while the other one grabbed my waist dominantly. “I want to fuck.”

The way he said fuck, made a twist in my stomach. He was so close I could smell his delicious oak vanilla scent. My body instinctively reacted to his touch wanting more.

“Do you want to fuck, Olivia?” he asked as he started giving kisses to my neck while he released the grip in his hands to grab my breasts as if he owned all of me.

Why was this so fucking hard? I wanted him. I needed him. I might even love him, and just knowing that he will never forgive me and that tonight would only be just one fuck broke my heart.

Olivia, hold your shit together!

You have made your choice already. You chose yourself.

I repeated that in my head, but watching him in front of me made me weak, made my knees wobble, and everything I was holding inside just poured out of me with no control whatsoever.

“Yes,” I muttered, considering it was best to eat the crumbs of his attention than to have nothing from him. I wanted him more than the air I was breathing. I wanted to be close to him, even if will be our last time together.

“Good,” he said, stepping inside of the apartment, leaving me alone.

I followed him inside, watching him with curious eyes as he stopped near my bed, taking his blazer off and then his tie. He was wearing a beautiful Italian suit, made to perfection.

“Show me how sorry you are,” He said between his teeth. “Kneel.”


I blushed. This was a different Darius, more dominant than ever.

“No, I am not your pet,” I answered quickly, letting him know that he couldn’t boss me around. “Why do you want me to kneel? Do you have a god complex or something?”

A rush of pleasure traveled all over my body when he placed himself behind, running his hands from my inner thighs to my hips.

What he said broke me in half.

“To see how sorry you truly are,” he said between his teeth, reminding me of my betrayal, and I fell to my knees in surrender while he pushed me down.

Damn, it!

He was winning with his seductive strategy.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

My heart was racing, and I felt a little bit of adrenaline. I turned around to find his evil smile, with a promise of real danger.

I saw the floor as I was kneeling in front of him, feeling so weird, but with a thrilling excitement building in my chest.

What the fuck are you doing, Olivia?

I watched up, and he arched his eyebrows, watching me with his cold eyes.

I didn’t open my mouth.

It was quite a struggle managing the battle between my rational mind and my miserable heart, telling me to do different things, suffocating me to the point of desperation. Actual desperation.

You are so stupid, already on your knees.

“Well then, I have nothing to do here, Olivia,” he said with a disapproving look turning around.“Goodbye.”

He is leaving!

No! don’t go! I want the sweet Darius. I want the Darius that kisses me, the one that calls me baby. How can I bring him back? I have lost him forever.

I hold his hand in mine in a desperate attempt. “Please, stay,” I said softly.

My hands went directly to his zipper, feeling his member in my hands, giving him exactly what he needed.

I felt him get harder and harder under my touch. I swallowed hard. I wanted to make him happy, even if that meant obeying him, so I opened my mouth, savoring him.

Breathing unevenly, I took his cock in my mouth while he watched me intensely with his eyes.

I watched him through my partly eyes.

He had his eyes closed, so tense, and angry that when he opened them again, it shocked me on all the desire and destruction I found in them.

“Faster,” He said, holding my head against his massive manhood.

I needed a release, and so did he. I oblige, trying my best to give him pleasure. I wanted him to know how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. How sorry I was for what I did.

I did as he pleased and he pushed my head with his hands to his cock.

“You betrayed me,” he said between ragged breathing, but I felt his pain in my chest. He was hurting. I hurt him.

That is what he thinks of me.

He choked me with his shaft and held me there for some seconds, then he pulled out so I could gasp for air, and then he repeated it. He was treating me like his whore, and deep down, a part of me felt like I deserved it.

“What you did is unforgivable” He caressed my hair softly as he watched my eyes, only to cup my face harder. I knew there was no more softness in him, only control and anger. “Why did you betray me?”

“I swear I had no choice,” I said, but he choked me for a second with his hand until I could not mutter a word.

“Don’t speak,” he said, releasing me. My heart shrank. He was never this mean to me. “Bend over, hands on the bed.”

I stayed in shock, not knowing what to feel or what to do, and even though I was scared, I needed him.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?” He asked for consent. I knew I had the power to ask him to leave, but I wanted him.

Is Darius a dom? What does he want me to do?

“Depends, are you going to whip me?”

He laughed. “No, why? Do you want me to punish you?” he asked, kneeling behind me.

“No,” I muttered back.

“But you know you deserved to be punished, do you?” he asked seriously squeezing hard my two buttcheeks.

“Uhum,” I suppressed a moan, not knowing exactly what to answer.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave, Olivia?” He repeated himself.

“Yes,” I said, giving him my back as I faced the bed, just as he asked. I was so lost. All I needed was him. All I needed was his forgiveness.

He pressed his body to mine and guided my body forward, placing my hands at the top of the bed and sucking my neck.

“I want you to stay like this,” he muttered.

Why was he so sweet when I did what he wanted?

He went back and pulled my jeans down, leaving me on my panties, and then he bit one of my buttcheeks savagely while his hand started massaging me.

Oh, my god!

I moaned, arching my back.

“I am starting to think you like it when I treat you like a slut. Are you my little slut?” He asked, biting my other butt cheek, and I went nuts yelling but decided to answer with my head instead of my body.

Olivia, why are you kneeling or bending?

“No,” I said firmly, but I knew what he meant. A slut for the money, and it hurt.

“No?” he said, caressing my but and then introducing one of his fingers inside me. “Then why are you so wet?”

“Fuck” I muttered, shutting my eyes.

Fucking Darius and his games!

“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” he said. “But I am going to give it to you anyway.”

He lowered my face to the mattress, and in a second, he introduced himself inside me, grabbing my hips firmly.

I moaned so intensely; it was too much pleasure to take in a short period. I was gasping, grabbing the sheets with my hands, looking for anything to hold on to, but it wasn’t enough. I moaned harder, but I felt incomplete. All I wanted was to hold him, to kiss him, but he didn’t allow it.

“I want to see your face,” I begged, but he ignored me.

I tried turning my head, looking for his grey eyes, but he held my head with force to the mattress.

“Darius, please let me see you,” I said again, trying to make a connection. He didn’t call me baby anymore.

Tears began to pour into my eyes while I moaned in a mix of pleasure and sadness. He fucked me hard and pressed his palm on my back, keeping me firm to the bed. Once he was done, he held me in his arms as I cried, and then he whispered something in my ear that sent a chill down my spine.

“I will destroy you.”

He stood up, zipping his pants, and left the room.

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