Rejected: A love story-Chapter 120: Rated 18

"Come on, cupcake, don’t overthink it," he said, moving closer and cupping my face. "If I had waited till you woke up, you’d still be confused," he continued, "and definitely ashamed. I didn’t want your first clear memory to be you thinking you did something wrong... or for you to think I’m a creep."

"You stayed?" I murmured.

"Of course I did," he replied simply.

"I must have embarrassed you!" I blurted, immediately covering my face with my palms.

He chuckled softly, then more gently added, "Hey... look at me."

I hesitated before lowering my hands. His expression wasn’t teasing anymore—it was soft.

"You don’t have to feel embarrassed with me," he said. Nathan’s hand moved hesitantly, giving me time to pull away. When I didn’t, his fingers curled around mine.

"I’m glad it was you," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened further as he said, "I wouldn’t even let another man lay his hands on you. It doesn’t matter where you are."

God. His eyes were vulnerable, dark, and making my heart beat faster than usual.

I shifted closer, burying my face in his chest, and he slowly wrapped his arms around me.

"You know—you’re the best gift given to me without asking, and I don’t ever want to lose you," he said, his voice low and filled with emotion.

"You won’t—I can assure you. You own me now and forever," he replied, his hands slowly rubbing my back.

I raised my head a little, my eyes locking on his lips. He looked down at me, raising a brow.

"What?" He asked with a smirk but I just kissed him yimmediately.

"You talk too much." I teased breaking the kiss.

He chuckled and took my lips back, his hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer, and I didn’t resist. Instead I moved into him, my fingers curling into the front of his shirt.

"Fiona" he called his breathe a bit shaky

"I want this. I want you." I whispered quietly.

That was all the permission he needed. The next kiss was hungrier, his tongue pushing into my mouth, messy and urgent, like he couldn’t get enough.

Nathan’s hands gripped my waist, yanking me closer on the couch until I was half in his lap, my legs straddling one of his thighs. I could feel the hard bulge of his dick pressing up against me through our clothes, and it made me desire him badly.

He pulled back a little, breathing heavy, his forehead against mine.

"Cupcake, the walls are thin here. Your neighbor’s right next door—try not to moan too loud, okay? Don’t want anyone hearing you moan now, do we?"

I nodded quickly, biting my lip, trying to focus. "Okay, I got it," I whispered, but my voice already sounded shaky.

His mouth found my neck, sucking lightly at the skin, and I had to clamp down on the sound bubbling up in my throat. But when his hand slid under my shirt, his rough fingers brushing over my stomach and up to cup my breast, squeezing gently, a small whimper escaped anyway. I slapped a hand over my mouth, my eyes wide, but he just chuckled low against my skin.

"That’s it, keep it quiet," he teased, but his touch wasn’t letting up. He tugged my shirt higher, exposing my bra, and his thumb rubbed circles over my nipple through the fabric until it hardened. I squirmed in his lap, grinding down without thinking, and another muffled moan slipped out despite my best efforts.

Nathan groaned softly, his free hand sliding to my ass, pulling me harder against him.

"Fuck, you’re killing me,’ he said, his voice rough and a little breathless. He fumbled with the clasp of my bra, getting it undone after a couple tries, and pushed the cups aside. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking wet and sloppy, tongue flicking over it while he pinched the other.

I arched into him as my fingers willingly dug into his shoulders, but the pleasure hit me at once again and I let out a real moan—louder than I meant, echoing a bit in the quiet room.

"Shit, sorry," I gasped, covering my mouth again, my cheeks were literally burning.

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and amused, but hungry too.

"It’s okay, cupcake. Just... try. Or maybe I should take you somewhere else."

Before I could answer, he stood up suddenly, scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist on instinct, my bare chest pressed to his shirt as he carried me toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us with his foot.

He laid me down on the bed gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way he stripped off his shirt, revealing the real him—muscles from real work, not some gym perfection because he doesn’t work out.

His jeans came next, and his dick sprang out, thick and curving a little, already leaking at the tip. I reached for him, stroking the hot length, feeling it twitch in my hand.

Nathan climbed over me, kissing me deep, his weight pinning me in the best way.

"No more holding back now," he said against my lips, his voice low and gravelly. He shoved my pants and underwear down my legs, tossing them aside, then spread my thighs with his knees. His fingers found my pussy, sliding through the wetness there, circling my clit until I was bucking up against him.

"Please," I whispered, the word slipping out needy and raw.

He didn’t make me wait long. Lining up, he pushed in slow, stretching me around his dick, both of us groaning at the feeling. It was tight, real, a little awkward at first as he adjusted, but once he was buried deep, he started moving—thrusts steady but not perfect.

I tried to stay quiet, but every slide in and out pulled moans from me anyway, louder now that we were alone in the room. His hand covered my mouth gently, eyes locked on mine.

"Shh, let me hear you, but soft," he said, but his own breaths were ragged, turning into grunts as he fucked me harder.

The bed creaked under us, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

I pulled him on top of me, kissing him fiercely. "Don’t stop," I begged, spreading my legs wide.

Nathan flipped us suddenly, pulling me up so I was on top, but this time facing away—reverse cowgirl. His hands gripped my hips as I rode him backward, grinding down while he thrust up. The angle hit deeper, his dick rubbing my g-spot relentlessly. I leaned forward, bracing on his thighs, my ass bouncing as I took him.

"Oh, yes!!! Nathan—fuck!!" I cried out in pleasure.

He turned me again this time, it was different—more urgent, animalistic. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his other bracing beside me as he pounded into me. Hard, fast strokes, his balls slapping against my ass with each drive. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting every thrust, our bodies slick with sweat.

"Yes! Oh god, harder!" I moaned freely now, the bed creaking under us. He released my wrists, and I raked my nails down his back, urging him on.

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"Mom! You forgot to pack my toothbrush!" Leo ran to Natasha, who was quietly sitting and enjoying a movie.

"What?" she asked, not hearing what he said the first time.

"My toothbrush! You didn’t pack it," he explained, his little face scrunched in frustration.

"Leo, your things are literally over at your dad’s place. I’m sure there’s a spare toothbrush over there," she said, cupping his face gently.

She had used the monthly allowance Nathan had given her to settle the guys she hired and to sort out some gambling debt. She couldn’t ask him for more money just yet—he’d become suspicious. Nathan had only given them one of his mansions and two cars, and that was only because of Leo. He had made it painfully clear that none of it was for her, even going as far as transferring everything into Leo’s name to prove his point.

Ever since Fiona left, he’d become distant and stern.

What did Fiona have that I didn’t? she thought bitterly, her jaw tightening for a moment before she forced herself to relax.

"Mom! Do you think Dad would take me out this time?" Leo’s small voice broke through her thoughts. "The maid watched over me the entire time I was with him. Dad never came home."

His tone was distressed, It was normal for him to notice and feel this way—Nathan clearly didn’t know how to care for a child.

"Sweetheart, Daddy is just busy," she said softly, stroking his hair. "And you know, since Fiona left him, he hasn’t been himself. Give Daddy a little time, okay?"

Leo nodded reluctantly, but his face didn’t brighten. Instead, he looked up at her with wide, searching eyes.

"You don’t treat me like Daddy," he said quietly. "Mom, do you love me? Am I a good boy?"

Her patience was wearing thin, but she forced a smile. It was driving her insane, but she had to pretend.