Page 90 of The Pain We Nurture
“Colin,” she spoke hesitantly, turning her face to him slightly. “I really am so sorry I had you worried,” she wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders curled in as she began to cry silently.
Colin turned her to face him, leaning down to take her mouth harshly, placing them both under the spray. He traced her ribcage as she moaned into his mouth. Firmly pressing his fingers in, feeling how tiny her waist was in the span of his broad hands. He pulled back to look her in the face.
“Let’s get something straight,” Colin said, glaring down into her eyes. “I wasn’t worried,” she flinched as he slapped the side of his hand into his palm, the noise echoing around the tile. “I was fucking sick thinking that something happened to you. And the only thing saving you from getting your ass completely ripped to shreds tonight is the fact that I’m ready to end this little waiting game between us, and I don’t want to scare you. You haven’t had a true lover before, that one time romp in high school doesn’t count. I may be a sadist, but I’m not evil. YES, I have an insatiable appetite, but I’d rather not throw you off a cliff headfirst. I said this to you in the very beginning,” he paused, his eyes flickering between hers. “Do we understand each other?” he said, looking down into her green eyes, growing wider with each sentence.
Olivia nodded as she wiped a tear away with a trembling hand, her crying ceased, being firmly replaced by a flame of desire. She tried to peek down at him curiously, but he stopped her with a finger under her chin, lifting her head back up. Preventing her from looking at him below his chest.
“Say it,” Colin growled harshly, his eyes hard on hers. The water sluiced off his hair, running down his body in rivulets. The dark hair on his body under the spray enticed her to touch it. He was just so male. The age difference between them was suddenly glaring, and she licked her lips as she realized that made her even more lustful.
“I understand, sir,” she whispered, her breath hitching excitedly.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, let me know if I start to bother your arm,” Colin said, searching her eyes.
Olivia nodded again, her desire amping up to a deep hot burn incinerating inside her belly, causing her muscles to tremble with anticipation. He took his finger away and stood back, letting her see him for the first time. She went still as a statue, her eyes riveted.
She swayed as she suddenly became lightheaded.
Olivia was semi-aware that Colin was speaking to her, except she couldn’t hear…couldn’t process his words. He’d folded his arms, going silent as she blatantly ogled him, unable to do anything but stand there and blink while she stared.
H-holy fuck! Oh, my Jesus, I know I haven’t been talking to you lately, but I think I need you now, Olivia thought, licking her bottom lip before biting it, mesmerized.
His dick was impressive column of flesh. Long, fleshy, and veiny. It hung low and was heavy looking, weighted down by its girth. Her sex clenched painfully. A rather desperate whine escaped her throat, scaring her. She glanced up in suprise when he suddenly snapped a finger at her.
“See something you like Olivia?” his voice echoed off the tile.
Swallowing hard, she nodded, feeling her ribs contract with each ragged breath she took.
“What was that?” Colin’s eyes burned into hers, searing her.
And she’d suddenly had a flashback of their first date, the way he sat back in his tailored clothes watching her so sexily over the rim of his liquor glass. His eyes had that same flash, and she suddenly became overheated. Her nipples became unbearably hard, and she squeezed her legs together to try and ease the vicious ache between them.
She was mentally kicking herself for being so innocent. Distracted with killing herself with work and the whole time this magnetic man had been pursuing her for over a month while she denied him repeatedly.
“Yes, sir,” she said louder, holding her chin up, meeting his hard stare with one of her own.
He seemed to like her challenging ways that kicked off this whole fifty shades of grey scenario. Her head tilted and her eyebrow lifted in recognition as she suddenly put two and two together. A hilarious bubble of laughter escaped from her throat as she realized that she’d inadvertently had her own sadistic version of Christian Grey. Her giggle cut off as a small trickle of fear and doubt settled in amongst the heavy feeling of need in her belly. "I don't think it's going to fit, sir," she whispered, sucking in a sharp breath of air at imagining him spreading her-
“Is that a challenge, mama?” Colin rumbled in his deep voice, his Latin flair thickening his voice. Walking towards her, his gait like a predator, his muscular arms bunching with his movements.
Olivia's comical moment dissipated, and she stepped back the tiniest amount feeling her heart crawling into her throat. She’d started panting in earnest, her breathing being drowned out by the sudden blood rushing into her head.
"Because it's going to fit, Olivia. I wondered what thoughts were going through your innocent little head when I warned you that you were going to be screaming and clawing while you were beneath me," he tsked as he advanced closer, trapping her against the shower wall. "Poor baby, time's up."
Colin’s chest met hers at the same time the shower wall met her back. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, leaning down into her space, not touching her. Lowering his head, he got eye level with her. His deep chocolate eyes drilled into hers, the softness gone.
Seeing she was almost choking on her breath, he smiled almost tenderly at her.
“I love that sound, baby. It’s almost as good as the real choking is going to sound like,” Colin whispered, the bass of the song reverberating loudly through the bathroom.
Without warning, Colin lowered his head and took a bite out of the juncture between her neck and shoulder, clamping down hard and shocking her. Olivia cried out as he spent a minute roughly sucking and pulling at her skin, before slowly moving up her neck.
She made a pained noise and tried to jerk away. Instinctively trying to protect the spot on her neck she knew he wanted. She made a rough noise, attempting to put her hands to her neck.
Colin moved quickly, slapping her hands away and startling her. He slid his hands in her hair and roughly snatched her head to the side before biting down slowly where he wanted and growling deep in his chest.
Olivia squealed, pushing against his chest futilely as Colin persisted, tightening his teeth even harder, and then harder. She jerked within his hold, then sagged, moaning long and slow feeling her sex spasm as she orgasmed weakly.
Colin pulled away slightly to regard her panting and trembling form. Helping to hold her up as her knees buckled. He looked at the vicious, fresh mark on her neck and his blood rushed in his veins.
