Empire of Lies
way you’ve attempted to look down at me over the past few days—to try to keep your distance, to try to act like you’re not as terrible as I am.”“No….” I shake my head—understanding his pain and anger, but he’s reaching right now. “I’m nothing like you.”
“You’re too much like me.” He tilts my chin up with his fingertips. “You’re fucking intrigued by what I do, by the gritty ecosystem that you know nothing about. But you’d definitely take full advantage if someone gave the access to you…” His voice trails off for a few seconds. “You liked dancing at Club Swan back in New York, but you loved the high you got by stealing from the greedy people who you thought ‘deserved’ it. You tried to justify it, by telling yourself that you needed tens of thousands of dollars to start your life over, but you could’ve taken all the money you stole and moved on long before Rio Warren ever caught you…”
I feel my cheeks heating as he reads me like a book, as he reveals the part of myself that I never shared with him.
“Every man you stole from had shady ties to other companies,” he says, sliding his thumb against my bottom lip. “Which leads me to believe that you researched all of the people you stole from first—once again, trying to justify what you did. It also makes me see that you’re a hypocrite…”
I shake my head, attempting to get a word out, but he doesn’t let me.
“Furthermore,” he says, “You’re still here with me when you could’ve left long ago. I’ve left the keys on the dresser for you, left my phones out—all five of them, and there’s no indoor security system here. You could’ve walked out of this damn shower the moment I started talking, too. The other door is right behind you.” He pauses. “You want to prove me wrong?”
“I’m here because you’re supposed to take me to the airport…”
“You’re here because you’re a willing captive, Meredith.” His free hand pinches my nipple as he continues teasing my mouth with his other hand. “And at times in your life, you’ve been just as bad as me.”
“No,” I say, still in disbelief about the way that he’s described me. “None of the things I’ve done have hurt other people…None of the things you listed has anything to do with me being a good person.”
“Meredith…” He looks into my eyes, pressing his forehead against mine. “A ‘good person’ wouldn’t be standing in front of me right now.”
Silence.
His lips quickly latch onto mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He slides his tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of what I’ve been missing—what I’ve been needing, for weeks.
When he kisses me like this, nothing else in the world matters. Every remnant of the last argument is slowly erased, every petty word spit out of spite sails away, and the world comes to a complete stop.
Reaching behind me to shut off the water, he keeps his mouth on mine as he pushes me back against the shower’s glass—not letting me catch more than a few seconds of breath.
“Meredith…” he whispers my name in between the more aggressive kisses, rendering me speechless all at once. His kisses take away all of my previous thoughts and doubts, each one rolling away from my tongue and onto his.
“I missed you…” I manage to utter a few words. “I fucking missed you.”
He bites down on my bottom lip before gripping my waist. “I missed you, too…”
I shut my eyes as he begins kissing me again, as I feel his cock hardening against my thighs, but he suddenly stops.
“Not this time,” he says, waiting for me to open my eyes. “I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you…I want you to look at me the entire time.” He leans down and sucks my left nipple into his mouth, then he slips two of his thick fingers deep inside of me.
Slowly moving his fingers in and out, he sucks harder on my nipple, still keeping his green gaze locked onto my eyes.
“Fuck, Michael…”
He pulls his fingers out of me and bends down to his knees, pressing his mouth against my pussy and kissing it even longer—in the same sensual way that he kisses my lips.
My knees start to weaken as he teases my clit with his tongue, and I can’t help but grab fistfuls of his hair.
Laughing softly, he looks up at me, whispering, “Do you want my cock back where it belongs?”
I nod, too on edge to speak right now.
He presses one last kiss against my clit, driving me even closer to the cliff, but he doesn’t let me go over it.
Standing up, he slides a hand under my thigh and lifts up my right leg, slowly positioning his cock against my soaking wet slit. He pushes it in a few inches, groaning as he slips it in a bit further, and then he pushes himself deep inside of me before wrapping my leg around his waist.
I’m lost before he even begins fucking me, lost in the length of him, in the way that he’s looking at me. Like he can’t bear to be without me again. Even if I wanted to, I can’t dare look away...
He squeezes my ass as he pounds into me relentlessly, as he fucks me in the way I love, in a way that only he can.
“Michael…” I moan his name as I claw my nails against his back, marring his skin. “Michael…”
He keeps his gaze locked on me, keeps fucking me harder and harder. “Meredith…”
As he picks up his tempo, I moan even louder.
“I’m about to come…” I whisper, feeling the tell-tale tremors beginning to run up and down my spine. “Michael, I’m about to…” I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. I come apart in his arms as he watches me, screaming his name at the top of my lungs.
He holds me taut as he