Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3) (2 page)

Bloody hell.
Swallowing loudly I registered with trepidation that he looked immensely pissed off, so much so that I felt myself taking a small step backwards, which was ridiculous seeing as he was a good ten metres away from me. I felt a prickle on the back of my neck as a nervous sweat broke out, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze away from the depths of his piercing blue eyes.

This was certainly unexpected – not to mention terrifying. I'd never seen him outside of our allotted dates, how the hell was I supposed to act? Especially given the uncomfortable way that last weekend had ended. With my eyes still glued to his I found myself twisting my thumb ring frantically as a frown settled on my own brows – I certainly wasn't calling him Sir in here, that was for sure. And on top of that, what the hell was he doing here? Although actually, as I thought about it I realised it made perfect sense; the posh interior of Claridge's bloody hotel was probably just like a local pub for someone as rich as Nathan. Before I had a chance to disengage Simon's arm from my shoulder and give Nathan an attempt at a ‘hello’ wave, Jessica had leant forward and gripped my arm again.

‘Oh my God, Stella, I think he's going to come over!’ Jessica gushed excitedly, ‘Do you know him? Is he single?’ The slightly squeaky tone of her voice told me that Jessica was interested in Nathan, probably more than interested in him – but then what straight woman wouldn’t be? He was sexiness personified, with a heavy handed dash of broody and intense thrown into the mix for good measure. Instead of feeling jealous at Jessica’s possible interest though, all I could think about was how the hell I was going to explain this all to Nathan before he combusted on the spot.

‘Uhhh …’ The rest of my explanation was lost as I busied myself shrugging guiltily out of Simon's arm before looking over my shoulder again where I saw Nathan still at the bar, but now talking heatedly to Nicholas, his knuckles blanched white with tension and his brows as low as I’d ever seen them, practically hiding his top eyelids. A loud, nervous swallow escaped my throat when I caught the look in Nathan's eye as he turned towards me – 
murderous
. Crikey, he clearly wasn't bothered about eye contact tonight because he was full on glaring at me with a fearsome glint in his icy blue eyes – which was enough to make my legs weaken below me. Biting my lip anxiously I vaguely registered that my body’s instant response to him was partly from concern, but also from intense arousal, because boy, did Nathan look hot when he was bristling with dominance like this; it was simultaneously hitting me in all the right places and making me feel decidedly needy.

Managing a limp, watery smile I was about to go across and try to explain to him when I watched in horror as Nathan muttered one final thing to Nicholas, before swiftly stepping away from the bar and striding purposefully towards me with his usual easy gait. Gulping loudly I couldn’t help but notice that Nathan had gone for his knock ’em dead corporate image; light grey three piece suit, white shirt, and a burgundy tie. He looked utterly stunning. Masculine, powerful, and controlled. He drew almost every female eye in the place with his elegant grace, and a few of the men too, but his eyes never left mine as he glided towards me with his frown still well and truly in place.

Oh bloody hell.
In other circumstances I would have been thrilled by his eye contact and undiluted focus, but not tonight, because he really looked positively freaking furious. My palms suddenly felt clammy from the nervous energy bouncing around my system and I was twirling my thumb ring so fast I was surprised it wasn't giving me a burn.

By the time he reached my side I think it would be fair to say that my heart was well and truly in my mouth – no doubt along with several more of my internal organs if my inability to swallow was anything to go by. I fully expected him to scream at me, or demand an explanation about who Simon was, or perhaps just start a fight with him, but he did none of these. Instead Nathan simply stopped, loosened off his neck with an audible click, then grabbed my hand in a painfully hard hold and began dragging me towards the exit.

‘Hey, what the fuck?’ Within seconds Simon was barrelling towards us with an equally thunderous look on his face, but I desperately wanted to keep him out of this; Simon might be in the Navy, but Nathan was still bigger and stronger and if his laboured, speedy breathing was anything to go by, way, way,
way
more pissed off.

‘It's OK,’ I stuttered, throwing Simon my attempt at a reassuring smile and as I was dragged backwards I raised my hand to indicate that I was definitely fine. The next second Simon had disappeared from view as I was bundled into the corridor outside the bar and then shoved into what appeared to be a large cleaning cupboard.

Sucking in a shaky breath so I could explain who Simon was and why he had his arm around me, I turned towards Nathan only to let out a high-pitched squeak as he gripped my shoulders and spun me back around. Forcing me face first against the wall my poor breasts were squashed flat like pancakes, but I managed to turn my head so my cheek was pressed to the cool surface. The air was practically knocked from my lungs as Nathan pounced on me, his hands roaming possessively across my body whilst his lips delved through my hair to find the collar at my neck. I’d opted to keep it on in the end, somehow taking it off just hadn’t felt right, and now that I’d had this chance meeting with Nathan I was rather glad that I had.

Blimey
. I had not expected this. As I regained my breath in my trapped position I realised there was no questioning or shouting like I'd expected, in fact there were no words at all. Nathan was simply swamping me with his hot, hard body and given his strength there was very little I could do about it. Luckily I was rather enjoying the abrupt attention and shamelessly found myself moaning from the pleasure as he began to feverishly lick and kiss the skin around my necklace. Nathan’s free hand pushed up the wall in front of my body and paid rough attention to my breasts through the fabric of my dress, pulling and pinching at my nipples until my head fell back and I groaned again.

Before we'd barely even got started I felt Nathan tugging my dress up around my waist with one hand before thrusting a finger straight inside my panties to see if I was wet or not. As embarrassing as it was to acknowledge, after his rather arousing dominant manhandling of me, I knew I definitely would be. ‘Green?’ he demanded harshly next to my ear, his breath hot and damp against my skin.
Green
, one of our shared safe words and his way of asking if I was okay to continue. As surprising as this all was, there was no way I wanted him to stop, so I managed a silent nod in response as I clung to the wall. No sooner had I nodded he pushed a finger deeply inside me and I gasped at the sudden intrusion of his probing digit as it circled ruthlessly in my heat. Nathan merely grunted his apparent satisfaction of my readiness, and then with no further warning or foreplay tugged my panties to the side and wasted no time in unzipping himself and thrusting inside me ferociously.
Fucking hell!
From then on there was very little interaction from me because the tempo he set was ridiculous, his hips like a piston as he thrust in and out of me furiously with the occasional hard grind thrown in for good measure to drive me crazy!

It was literally all I could do to cling to the white wooden wall and keep myself upright. My climax began to build absurdly fast and from the feel of Nathan expanding within me, so did his. Then just as I was about to explode, Nathan dug his teeth into my neck and sucked furiously whilst thrusting out his final three strokes causing both of us to detonate with truly violent releases that had me thrashing around in my trapped position and Nathan growling indecipherable words into my ear. Holy shit. That had probably taken about two minutes from start to finish – talk about a quickie.

I clung to the wall, my panting breaths making the wood sticky under my cheek, but in my current state I barely noticed. That had been completely unexpected, and totally amazing, but I cringed as I realised that the entire hotel may well have heard my screams of pleasure. God, I was probably going to be thrown out of one of London's top hotels for an orgasmic noise violation, how mortifying would that be?

It could only have been a second or two after his climax when Nathan abruptly pulled out of me, making me wince at the sudden empty feeling left behind. He didn’t clean me off with a hanky like usual either, so I was left feeling quite sticky and uncomfortable. By the time I had managed to catch my breath, right my clothes, and turn to him I found him already zipping up his trousers and looking immaculate. With every hair on his head in place and barely a flush to his cheeks. How the hell did he manage that? Huffing out an irritable breath I shook my head, I no doubt looked so thoroughly well fucked that no amount of primping in front of a mirror would sort it out, but in mere milliseconds he looked back to his usual drop dead gorgeous self.

Closing the gap between us Nathan was suddenly right within my personal space, glaring down at me whilst a muscle erratically twitched on the corner of his tight jaw. ‘Who the hell was that fucker with his arm round you?’ he demanded in a gritty tone, with such an ominous look on his face that it sent chills flooding through my bloodstream and made me shiver.

Just as the sheer drama of the moment was about to overwhelm my system it hit me, that hadn't just been a normal shag for Nathan … he had been claiming his territory – 
me.
He hadn’t been set on pleasuring me until I begged him like usual, he’d simply taken what he’d wanted. Although deep down I had to acknowledge that regardless of how mad, angry, or upset he was, I knew Nathan would definitely have stopped if I’d said ‘red’.

My hazy left over arousal quickly evaporated as anger flared in my system. How dare he behave this way! God, if I hadn’t enjoyed it quite as much I might even feel a bit violated by that performance, and now I think back to the way he sucked my neck I bet he'd given me a frigging love bite too!

My eyes widened with my rising anger, ‘You don't say one word to me as you fuck me up against a wall like a whore, and
then
you ask questions?’ I screamed, I was livid, no, I was way beyond livid. He actually looked a little shocked by my outburst, perhaps he'd been expecting to see guilt or remorse on my features. Well, he'd been sorely mistaken, I had nothing to feel guilty about. What a fucking nerve! As if I hadn't already been feeling a little vulnerable about our situation after being chucked out of Nathan's apartment in the middle of the night … well now I just felt down right used.

Nathan’s right hand lifted as if reaching for me, but I batted it away furiously with my knuckles making a loud slapping sound, ‘How fucking dare you?’ I screeched in a furious whisper, on the verge of losing it completely in a bloody broom cupboard. Suddenly it became crystal clear to me that my emotions where this man were concerned were strung way too tightly at that moment, and I knew I needed to get away from him before I said or did something that I might regret later. ‘Go to hell, Nathan.’ I spat, before stalking from the cupboard and doing my best to hastily straighten my appearance. I ran my hands through my erratic hair and smoothed my dress again. Crap, I wished there was a mirror so I could check my neck, but the achy feeling just below my ear left me with little doubt that I must have a hickey, so I pulled my hair around my neck as best I could and then walked as calmly as possible back towards Simon and his friends.

‘Everything OK?’ Simon asked me curiously, slipping his arm across my shoulders again as I got to his side and averted my eyes. No doubt all his friends were staring at me and wondering why I’d just been literally dragged from the room by a large, fuming, blond-haired Adonis.

Tensing in his grasp I was hideously aware that I quite possibly smelled like sex now, and just to exacerbate my unease I became hyperaware of the stickiness between my legs. I should have gone to the toilets before returning so I could have cleaned up a bit more, but I’d been so flustered I hadn’t thought to. God, this was uncomfortable.

‘Yeah, sorry about that.’ I smiled tightly. Simon seemed to be weighing up if he should probe further, but before he had a chance I saw his eyes dart over my shoulder and narrow and I just knew Nathan was there. Actually I didn’t need Simon's glance to tell me this, my skin had already tingled in anticipation of Nathan's closeness like it always did. A huge sigh filled my lungs and escaped between tight lips. God I could so do without this right now, my stupidly over possessive dominant was no doubt about to make a huge scene in the middle of the bar. And not just any bar, but Claridges Bar, of all places. Closing my eyes briefly I tried to reign in my bubbling anger before turning towards him.

‘Stella.’ Nathan said in a tight clipped tone with a nod. He tugged unnecessarily on his already perfect shirt cuffs to straighten them before slipping his hands in his trouser pockets, and then stood before me with a wide, confident stance. For some reason, the way he was standing made me instinctively want to look at his groin, but I somehow avoided the urge and raised my eyes to his face. Nathan might have been addressing me, but I didn’t miss the fact that his eyes were firmly glued to Simon and the arm that was thrown around my shoulders. I sighed heavily. Clearly he wasn't about to leave this then. I so was fucking mad I wanted to scream at him and beat out my anger on his chest, but I was desperate not to make a fuss in front of Simon and his friends so reluctantly I turned and gave him a tight nod.

‘Hi … Nathan.’ Gosh, even with my anger it felt weird saying his name out loud. Since we'd started our relationship I barely ever used his given name, normally I found it easier to just avoid using any direct title for him, except for ‘Sir’ in the bedroom of course.

Tilting his head Nathan angled his furious blue eyes on me and then looked pointedly at Simon again until I realised through the foggy haze of anger and the remnants of my orgasm that he was waiting for an introduction.