Chapter 191 The Sales Consultant Wants A Taste Of Me {2}

Chapter 191 The Sales Consultant Wants A Taste Of Me {2}
I refused to meet his gaze however thrilling I found them to be, and he grabbed my hair, thereby tilting my head to look at him.

"You are going so fast," I gasped as my hands clutched the edges of desk as he continued to ram his length inside me.

His eyes read desire, and as he leaned in to kiss me, I snapped my head sideways. "The expression on your face says you like it," he groaned into my neck, biting into my neck as his hands moved to my buttocks.

"Ea_easy pl_ease," I begged as my hands shoved at his chest.

"A thief doesn't beg for mercy when caught," his voice was hoarse as he grabbed my buttocks.

I gasped as he planted me on a shelf, placing my legs on his shoulders then pushed his cock into my pussy instantly.

"Oh God," my body trembled.

He paused, breathing in my scent as he studied my face. "Are you begging for mercy still?" He teased.

"No," I mumbled as he planted his forehead to mine. How could he possibly fuck me mercilessly because I stole from Manny's? Afterall all the products together didn't accumulate to a hundred dollar!

But my pussy was beginning to sear hot, like a hot rod thrust in and out of my swat. Yet did you know what was funny? My pussy loved it and it was already convulsing to his rampant sweet torture.

"Good. Because you wouldn't want your cries to drift through these walls, would you?" He slowed for a while, and my breaths slowed as well.

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to reply to his silly questions.

"Answer me," he slammed into me.

"Hmmm, Oh, no." I let out a soft cry as my hands circled his neck.

"That's better," he said lowering his mouth again to kiss me.

I bit down on both of my lips, stopping him to gawk at me even as he continued to rock his dick inside me. "You don't want me to kiss you, do you?" His voice which had been hard and stern was suddenly soft.

"You just want to fuck me," I moaned a reply.

"But you want my dick as well," he groaned, kissing my neck.

As much as I wanted to find him disgusting, I just couldn't bring myself to do so. My hands shifted to his shoulders unknowingly pulling him close.

"No I do not," I protested.

He smirked at me then resumed slamming into me hard. "I won't force you into kissing me but know that your pussy is mine. You hear that? this pussy is mine." His tone raked of dominance and possession.

How could he own what he had manipulated his way to get? What he boldly look into my eyes and put a tag on my cunt as his?

Slow, intense fury rose to my throat. "Fuck you," I said with clenched teeth, trying to move my pussy from his savaging cock.

"Ah-ah, don't do that," he halted my moving waist, shoving his length harder as an act of punishment for my deed.

My pussy convulsed again and my eyes rolled back. "The way you fuck me," I almost cried.

"Don't restrain yourself from taking this prized object. Take it like a gift or I rain every thrust like a punishment," he grabbed my hair to steady my swaying head.

How could he fuck me like a beast, and say something that inferred he owned every right to my body. "I fucking hate the way you fuck me," I breathed into his face.

"You will love it," he assured me, as he hug my waist closer.

'Will?' that word stung. There was definitely no future between us. There was no way I would be returning here, no matter what!

But his dick, oh goodness, the way he pounded into me. He had a way with his dick.

My pussy strummed as I felt another incoming orgasm weaving its way. I placed my hands on his back, letting go as my legs began to quake. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cooed.

"Don't restrain it, take it all, take it," he breathed into my hair.

He was close as well, I could feel it. He came harder, faster until he was groaning into my neck while my fingers dug into his fleshy back.

I didn't know how long we stuck together until he shifted his head and smiled down at me. "That was a blast."

That was when I remembered who he was. I shoved at his chest roughly, jumped down from the shelf as I began to rampage through the scattered floor for my clothes.

"Now what was that?" His hands remained outstretched by his sides.

"You should know better, you just took advantage of me." I uttered.

He cocked a brow, "like you didn't like the sound of it in the first place?"

"Don't try to twist it around!" I yelled.

His face wore a passive expression as I wore my trousers and smothered my messy hair.

"You agreed to it. I didn't push you. You even love the way your body reacted to the whole sex yet you try to gauge your conscience by guilt tripping me? Why didn't you agree to going to jail in the first place?" Patrick's lips pressed hard.

"I am never returning here. This never happened. And for your information, this vagina of mine is never yours." I told him.

He offered a soft smile. "Don't worry. You'll miss my dick." He said calmly.

"And that is where you're wrong." I pointed a finger at him before finally leaving through the back door.



He was right.
I was thinking of him, and his prized possession. And the way he had made me feel when he fucked me. Several times I passed by Manny's just to get a glimpse of him. But I never walked into the complex.

When Zoe showed me a clip where a girl confessed her feelings to Patrick Sullivan, I began to wonder how Zoe knew him.

"Do you know him?" I asked Zoe.

"Everyone knows him, Sally. He's your ex stepbrother, Patrick Sullivan." She replied.

I paused, blinking my eyes. "Say again?"

My ex, Dave never shared the last name as Patrick's, and Dave never told me that he had a stepbrother, he had never mentioned it even as a passing.

Not like I care, but I certainly began to piece all the gloomy pieces together. Patrick Sullivan knew who I was yet he came after me.

Hold on that thought? Not like he came after me, he waited for the right opportunity to have a taste of me. Didn't he?



Mia, my best friend was holding her birthday party and she invited some of her colleagues, Zoe and I. Zoe sent gifts as she would be coming in late, I relayed Zoe's message to Mai while I helped around.

Then I saw them, Dave and Patrick.

"Who invited them?" I grabbed Mia's arm as I whispered.

A warm smile grew on Mia's face when she looked at where my eyes were. "I should have told you. Katherina is Dave's new girlfriend, you know we work in the same department. I invited her while I was at work and she told me she would be bringing Dave and his brother." Mia explained.

"But you knew Dave was my ex," I frowned.

"I didn't know she is dating Dave. She only begged me because she wanted to use this opportunity to fix the brother's relationship."

I shrugged, " but you should have told me. Now it's going to be awkward for me." I looked back at the brothers but something else caught my eyes.

The girl I had seen Patrick with in the video Zoe had showed me just appeared by Patrick's side. A bigger fury was stirring in me. "And who's the big-eyed girl?" I asked.

"Oh, that's Quinn, her father owns the bakery in Gillian avenue. Don't worry, you're a queen at ignoring people, just play the role." Zoe tapped my shoulder and started walking away.

I tried to steady my breaths as I tried not to be angry. As I walked around, distributing drinks and pieces of cakes, I avoided the brothers.

"Over here," Patrick called me.

Both brothers were seated on the couch, each with their own girlfriends. While Dave was kissing Katherina passionately, Patrick was eying me while Quinn was kissing him.

"Here," I forced a weak smile as I gave them their drinks.

"It's good to see you again." Dave collected his drink and returned to Katherina like I didn't exist. Well, he broke up with me because I was the right thing for him at the wrong time, that was what he said.

I had been hurt by his words at that time. But I wasn't pained anymore. Patrick was the one driving me crazy. And the fact that he was here with a girl had me hurting like the past.

I went about my business until I found myself in Mia's room, trying not to break down.

Downstairs, the screams of happy birthday echoed but I suddenly wished I could return home.

"Someone is here buried in her thoughts." That familiar voice broke through my thoughts.

I jumped to my feet as my eyes met the dark gaze of Patrick. "Who let you in?"

"The door was open so I let myself in." He pointed at the door.

"I mean you are not supposed to be here. Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" I was simply on the edge.

Memories of him inside me were returning and I didn't like that he took my breath away. He was casually dressed in all black but his hair was styled in a different way that I wouldn't have recognized him if I'd seen him in the street.

"Quinn Gilligan is not my girlfriend. She begged me to be her boyfriend for this occasion so that she can prove to her fellow admirers that she could catch a dude like me." He grinned.

I scoffed, his arrogance stench. He was still the same afterall. "And then you'll take advantage of her like you did me." I said.

He caught my hand, I slapped it off. "Why do I have a feeling you still think of me?"

"Don't you dare touch me!" I glared at him.

He slowly smirked, then shut the door behind him. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"If you know how much I burned to have those fierce lips of yours on mine, you'll let me take sweet delight." He moved towards me.

I stepped back until my legs had no where else to go. "Fuck you, I'm not a thing of amusement to you."

"My brother must have hurt you, trust me, I knew about it but I'm not Dave and let me just prove it to you," his hand brushed my hair and my body shivered.

"You only spurt lies from your mouth and play with girls' hearts. That's your specialty." Again, I slapped his hand away.

My chest rose and fell and he noticed my knotted nipples. "Remember I won't force you, Sally. But I know deep inside you, you want me so fucking bad," he squinted his eyes at me, flicked a tongue to his patched lips.

I didn't realize that I was doing the same until I swallowed a glup of saliva.

"You won't believe me, and I won't touch you no matter how you pretend not to want me." He turned around.

He wouldn't touch me?
I thought he wanted me?
Fuck! Why the hell was I fighting with logic, he would hurt me like Dave did, wouldn't he?
Why didn't he tell Quinn 'no' and come to me instead? Hell, I was jealous, I was fucking jealous.

And that was what did it. I grabbed his hand, swirled him around and pressed my lips to his mouth in a hot and wild kiss.