Chapter 5 Passion
BECCA'S POV.
Mark looked between me and his sister and then, his eyes stayed on his sister.
“Carmen, I'm only going to ask once. Where are the documents?” She looked shocked.
“What?”
“Give them to me now.”
“But, I'm not with the files.” She replied. “ Becca sold them. I'm telling you the truth.” Her eyes were filled with tears now and I was impressed with how she was such a good actress.
Mark looked at his sister and shook his head.
“Carmen, please. For the love of God, give me the documents. I know you have them. And you know that I don't play with my company. Once you give them to me, go to your room, carry your things and leave.”
“You're chasing us out because of this woman?” She asked as tears dropped down her cheek.
“No, Carmen. I'm chasing you away because of my mental health. Ever since Becca arrived here, you've been nothing more than a nuisance.”
“That's because she has bewitched you. You never bring people home, but somehow, she made you bring her here. She's a gold digger and I hate her for it.” She replied, staring at me like I was a leech and I couldn't help the anger I felt rolling off my body
“Enough.” I yelled, shocking everyone including Mark. I looked at Carmen, once I understood why she was acting the way she did. I thought she felt threatened by me, but right now, all I could see was a spoiled child who wanted to be coddled and given every opportunity.
“I'm not and I will never be a gold digger, Carmen. I've tried being your friend, I've used every trick in the box but it's like you won't melt. But, it's okay. Because I won't stay here for another minute and watch you disrespect me by calling me a thief and a gold digger.” I walked out of there but Mark held my hand. I turned to look at him.
“Please, wait.” He said softly, halting my movements.
“Don't chase your sister out of your house for me, Mark. You're her sibling and I'm just a guest.”
“You and I know you're more than that, Angel.” He told me, making my eyes water. I watched as Carmen passed us with Olivia, heading to her room.
Soon after, she came out with the files we were looking for and handed it over to her brother, lowering her gaze as she wasn't able to look him in the eye.
“I'm sorry, Mark.” She said.
“No, you're not, Carmen.” He replied. Taking my hand in his, he led me out of there and into the elevator.
Once the elevator door closed, he backed me up against the wall and slammed his lips on mine. The kiss was feral. I sighed and he took the opportunity to dive into my mouth with his tongue.
We poured all the pent up anger, frustration and lust into the kiss. It was like we couldn't get enough of each other. All the weeks we spent in that sexual tension shattered.
My hands went to his hair, grabbing and pulling him close to me. We couldn't stop. The kiss was all lips, tongues and teeth. His hands moved below my skirt, pulling it up and his hands skimmed between my legs.
Then, he pulled away. I let out a cry of protest and he kissed me softly. He quickly arranged my clothes and his and then pressed the 10th floor button.
“Where are we going, Mark?” I finally asked him.
“To a place where I can worship your body and then, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for weeks.”
He took my hand in his and moved it to his dick and boy, he was hard. My pussy clenched in expectation of what was coming. I couldn't say no anymore. I'd lost the will to fight.
The elevator finally stopped. It opened to a hallway that led to one room. I couldn't help but look around out of curiosity.
“Who's room is this, Mark?” I asked him.
“It's my private room, Becca. You're the only one that has been here.” He said, making my heart flutter. He opened the door with his finger print and stepped aside for me to enter the room first. Once I did, he spun me around and pressed me against the wall.
My breath caught the moment he pressed me against the wall.
Mark's body was all heat and restraint, towering over me with hunger and lust swimming in his dark brown eyes I had come to love. One hand cradled the back of my neck, the other slid around my waist, pulling my hips flush against his, and I could feel his dick poking my belly.
His lips brushed mine, not kissing, he was tasting the tension between us. I shivered and he noticed.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered against my mouth, voice rough. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I breathed, already arching into him. “Don’t stop.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth claimed mine, fierce and hungry, tongues tangling in a kiss that left me dizzy. His hand slid beneath my shirt, splaying wide over my bare back, fingertips dragging fire across my skin.
I gasped into his mouth as he lifted me effortlessly off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist by instinct.
The way he touched me was reverent yet demanding. He touched me like I was the only thing that could satisfy his hunger. He carried me to the bed in the room, never breaking the kiss, and laid me down slowly, eyes locked to mine the entire time.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, pushing my shirt up. “So perfect, it hurts.”
His mouth found my collarbone, then lower. He took his time undressing me, kissing each inch of skin he revealed. I writhed beneath him, moaning when he finally took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, rolling the other between his fingers. My back arched, a cry escaping my lips.
“Mark, please…”
“Shh,” he said, eyes dark, voice thick. “I’ll take care of you.”
His fingers trailed down my stomach, slow and teasing. I was already wet when he slipped his fingers between my thighs, and when he finally touched me, just the softest stroke across my slick pussy, I cried out, hips bucking.
“So sensitive,” he whispered, eyes drinking in my every reaction. “Open for me.”
I obeyed, legs falling apart, breath coming in shallow gasps. He dipped his fingers into my pussy, coating them in my arousal, then circled my clit. He was gentle at first, then firmer. My moans turned ragged, desperate.
“You like that?” he asked, voice of pure sin.
“Yes..God, yes…”
He kissed down my stomach, then lower, until his mouth was on my pussy. The first flick of his tongue across my clit made me cry out, my hands gripping the sheets. He groaned against me, tongue moving in slow, maddening circles, fingers sliding inside me, curling just right.
And then, I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me like a storm, my body was trembling, breath caught on a moan that turned into his name.
“Good girl,” Mark murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh, then sliding up to claim my mouth again. “You taste like heaven.”
I was still shaking when he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me, rubbing against my slick folds. He didn’t push in yet. He just stayed there and held my gaze.
“Say it,” he whispered.
“I want you,” I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
With a deep growl, he entered me slowly, stretching me inch by inch, until he was buried deep into my pussy, stretching me perfectly. I gasped at the fullness, the way he filled every part of me. He gave me a moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us shaking.
Then he moved.
Each thrust was deep and deliberate, grinding against me in just the right way. He kissed me between strokes, whispered praise into my ears.
“So tight for me. So beautiful. Mine.” I met him thrust for thrust, my body open and aching for him, moaning into his mouth as another orgasm built like a wave.
“Mark, I'm close…”
“Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you.”
His fingers found my clit again, and I broke with a sob, my body convulsing around him. He cursed low, lost in the feel of me, and thrust harder, faster, until he groaned my name and spilled inside me, hips jerking, body trembling above mine.
We stayed like that, entwined, panting, sweat-slicked and breathless.
He kissed my temple, his hand stroking my hair.
We stayed in silence, hearts beating in unison.
We just crossed the line.