Page 162 of Stanton Unconditional

Fuck, he’s losing it, I look around nervously.

“I said no,” I reply calmly as I try to rein in my thumping heart.

“Go.” He raises a brow. “You can leave here with dignity by your own free will or you can kick and scream while I drag you. Either way you will be in my car in two minutes.” His cold eyes hold mine. I stand. “You are an asshole,” I snap as I storm past him out the door.

I wait at the limo as he walks out with the guards. “Can you let the girls know I am leaving?” I ask one of Joshua’s guards. He nods and goes back into the club. Joshua opens the car door for me, and I glare at him as I hop in. I feel like a naughty child in trouble with my parents. He gets in behind me and pushes the security button. It goes up slowly.

I sit silently, looking out the window, as we weave through the traffic. I can feel the anger oozing from him.

He leans over and pulls my face to his. “I will say this once and once only. Do not ever fucking stand me up again.”

Fear grips me. “Stop it.”

“You will do as I ask and show me respect. Do you fucking hear me?” he yells.

I pull my face from his grip. “And what respect do I get in return, Joshua?” I reply coldly. “Bumping into you having coffee with a woman, is that the respect I deserve?”

“I work with her,” he yells.

“And last time I saw you with her you were dry-humping her at a wedding you were attending with me. Don’t give me demands on respect, asshole, because you give me none.”

“I don’t want her!” he screams.

“What the fuck do you want, Joshua? You don’t even know.”

“You know nothing about me,” he snaps as the car pulls up at my house.

“I know I don’t, because you tell me nothing,” I yell as I jump out in a rush. He gets out after me. “Go home.” I yell. I need to get away from him immediately. I can’t handle these mind games anymore. I’m going insane. He slams the car door hard and storms after me into the building and the guards all look away. We stand in silence in the lift. I hate having security, what must they think? He opens the door and I storm inside. He slams the door behind me.

“Go home,” I yell.

“I am home,” he yells.

I turn to him angrily. “If you are home why is there a glass force field around you?”

His chest rises and falls in anger.

“I can’t break through it, I try and try and your heart is so closed up that you won’t let me in at all…and I can’t fucking handle this ambivalence anymore. You don’t even know what you want!”

“I want you,” he whispers as his eyes hold mine.

I shake my head angrily. “Well, start acting like it. I can’t deal with walking on eggshells anymore, Joshua. Make your decision. I have done my time for leaving you, my punishment is over. Let me in!” I cry.

He grabs me roughly and brings his lips to mine. “I want you,” he whispers as his tongue gently swipes through my lips. My eyes close as my hand comes around to the back of his head.

“Prove it,” I whisper into his mouth.

His dark eyes drop to my short red dress and he grabs the front seam and effortlessly rips it apart. I gasp at the violence of the act. I stand before him in my underwear, vulnerable and half naked.

“Don’t you ever tell me I don’t want you,” he growls. “It’s a damn need. A fucking obsession.” He grips my hair in his hands. “I don’t know how to control it, it controls me. I have a need to be so deep inside you that’s it’s all I can think about.”

He bites my neck hard and I cry out in pain as he rips my underpants off, turns me and bends me over the dining table in one motion. His fingers plough through my weeping flesh from behind and my eyes close in reverence. He brings his body over mine as his fingers pump in and out of me. This is what I need, to be taken so hard that I can’t remember any of the shit that goes on between us. He lifts my right leg onto the table to fully open me to his onslaught and I cry out as I am gripped with the sharp sting of his possession. He lines his throbbing length up and pushes into me as he growls, and I sigh in relief. His hands splay onto my shoulders as he rips my body back onto his. Back…forward…back he pulls me roughly. I feel him harden and I know he’s close, the front of my leg is hitting the table so hard I know I will be bruised tomorrow, and I don’t give a damn. Bring it on…I need this.

“I want you.” He rips into me. “I need you.” He growls as again he slams me back onto his length. I drop my head to the table to try and deal with the punishing rhythm.

“Come Natasha,” he yells. “Make me come…Squeeze my cock with that beautiful tight cunt of yours.”

And I fall, so deep into ecstasy…where I have never been before that my voice is stolen as my body contracts and I cry out silently. One…two…three pumps and I feel the telling jerk as his body empties itself into mine. We fall onto the table in a heap as we both gasp for air. His lips rest on the back of my neck and I smile as he kisses the side of my face.