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13. CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 13

Chyler

Noisette was a beautiful restaurant and the perfect choice for a summer dinner date. Alexis made the right call with her suggestion, and I was thankful for it. I wasn’t one for romance, but if I was, this was a very romantic place.

Atlas was waiting for me just outside the garden gate entrance to the patio. Standing under the beautiful floral archway, he looked like a groom waiting for his bride at the altar. The white peonies scattered throughout the arch were a striking contrast to his all-black outfit. He kept his black slacks and leather belt on from this morning but must have gone back to switch his shirt after work because now he was wearing a black cotton button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows—his signature look, which left me burning with desire for him.

After I got home, I searched through my closet, making it an even bigger mess than it already was. I found a black cold-shoulder cocktail dress that I had put away years ago. The dress was tight- fitting, hugged every curve of my body, and ended mid-thigh. It had a low-cut back with three gold chains draping down at different lengths and securing to the shoulders. I left my hair down and styled it in beach waves, the only style I knew how to do.

For my makeup, I chose a dark smokey eye and a nude lip. I'm not a big fan of makeup, so I had to work with what I had on hand. To complete my look, I carried a black leather clutch purse with a gold clasp and a gold chain to match the ones that draped down my back. I also wore matte black heels.

Atlas extended his hand out to me as I approached him—the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face as if he had just won the lottery. I took his hand, and he wrapped his arm around my back, placing his hand on my waist as we were escorted to our table on the patio.

It was a beautiful summer night. There was a subtle breeze and not a single cloud in the evening sky. The starlit sky was mesmerizing, but with the city's light pollution, you could barely see more than one star.

The patio twinkled with a blanket of fairy lights draped above the entire seating area, mimicking the look of stars in the night sky. A fireplace burned in the far corner, and in the opposite corner, a man played slow romantic music on an accordion.

We were seated in a booth, which was nice because we were able to sit closer to each other instead of across like at the other tables. Atlas ordered us a bottle of Jacques Selosse Substance Champagne before dismissing the waiter from our table. He stretched an arm out on the back of the booth behind my shoulders and rested the other hand on my thigh, angling me towards him .

“I’d compliment you on how incredible you look tonight, but words don’t even come close to describing you right now.” He said in that silky smooth tone of his, the one that dripped from his lips like sweet honey.

“I could say the same thing about you too.” I clicked my tongue, my gaze trailing him up and down. Atlas always left me breathless and in more ways than one. He took his hand off my thigh and played with a loose tendril of hair that hung just in front of my face, twirling it around his finger.

“Want to tell me what’s bothering you?” Dropping the strand of hair, he ran his knuckle lightly over my cheek before gripping my chin between his fingers and tilting my face to his so he could look into my eyes.

“Nothing, I just… I’ve never been on a real date before.” Awkward didn’t even begin to explain how I felt right now. Opening up to him was proving to be a struggle on its own.

“You can’t tell me no one has ever asked you out to dinner before.” He gave me an incredulous look.

“No, they have. I just always reject the requests. I’ve never been interested in dating.” I gave him a shrug and pulled out of his grasp, flipping my hair over my shoulder and reaching for my glass of champagne.

“What’s changed?” He asked, and I paused as his words hit me like a slap to the face.

What has changed? Everything. Me. Him.

“You,” I said .

“Me?” He chuckled, reaching for his own glass and bringing it to his lips.

“I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t need a relationship. I’m more than happy on my own, doing my own thing.” I tilted my head and took another sip from my glass. As if my independence wasn’t obvious at this point.

“Oh, I’m well aware of that. So what about me has changed your willingness to go out on a date?” He set his glass down and ran his finger along the rim.

“I wish I could tell you,” I mumbled into my glass, finishing the last of the champagne.

He leaned into me, his nose brushing the side of my face as he murmured in my ear, “I’ll just assume it’s the way I know how to make you scream when I’m inside you.”

Sucking in a breath, I pressed my thighs tighter together, and a shiver trailed down my spine. His words set me on fire. I could feel myself turning flush from his words. To everyone else in the restaurant, I was just a pretty woman sitting in a booth in a fancy French restaurant, but on the inside, I was burning alive in desire for this man.

Two could play this game.

“Keep talking like that, and there will be no dinner, just dessert. My favorite course.” I whispered, dragging my hand slowly up his thigh.

He held the menu up to block us off from the rest of the restaurant guests as if we were browsing it together; he then tugged on my ear with his teeth, “I’m more than happy to skip the overpriced food and take my delicious dessert to go.” Yes, please.

Biting my lip, I moved my hand higher up and began kneading his hard length through his pants with the heel of my palm. Let's see how he likes to be played with; I wanted to taste him again. The salty tang of his pre-cum flooded my mind.

Atlas cleared his throat and removed my hand from him, holding it in his and kissing my knuckles. He then called for the waiter to bring the check for the champagne. I guess dinner didn’t sound as appetizing to him anymore. Fine by me; I was more than happy to get out of here and back into his bed.

Once he had paid, leaving a very generous tip—as an apology for not ordering any food—he took my hand and dragged me out of the restaurant. We rounded the corner, and he pushed me up against the alley’s brick wall. Stepping into me, he leaned in to claim my mouth, and I pressed a finger to his lips. I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from my throat.

“Not here. As much as I wouldn’t care to have an audience,” I spoke breathily. “I’d much rather have you all to myself. Free of wandering eyes.” I needed to feel him inside of me now.

“Lead the way, sweet thing.” He stepped back, releasing me from the wall and gesturing to the street.

“Where’s your car? I’ll show you where I live.” I took his hand in mine and laced our fingers together; he led me to the parking ramp and his car. I didn’t care that I was taking him back to my apartment, that he would know where I lived. It was bound to happen eventually; why not now ?

Atlas drove a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. The interior smelled brand new as if he had just driven it off the lot. I pulled myself up into the passenger seat, and once we left the parking ramp, I directed him to my apartment complex. He parked in the garage under the building, and we took the elevator to my floor.

We reached my unit, and I pulled out my keys to unlock the door. Turning the handle, I pushed it open, and without a second to turn on the lights, Atlas had my back pressed against the closed door. He pulled my thighs up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he crushed his mouth to mine. I speared my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer.

“Tell me you want me. That you are mine.” He breathed into my mouth.

I chuckled and continued using my tongue to play with his. He pulled back and looked into my eyes.

“I’m serious, Chyler. No games anymore. Tell me you want me. This doesn’t need to go any further if you don’t want it to. But I want you, and if I can’t have you, then this won’t work.” I stared into his eyes, searching their beautiful array of colors for the depth of his words. He wouldn’t say something like this if he wasn’t serious, but was I ready to be this intimate with him? My heart squeezed in my chest. If I told him I wanted him, then this was no longer just sex anymore; this was feelings, emotions— us . There would be an us after this.

Could I afford to let him in completely and even consider the possibility of an… us? He didn’t need to convince me with sweet words to fuck him; I had done that twice without a second thought, but this—this was him moving us from casual sex to a relationship.

I would be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t afraid of being broken by him, of letting myself love him and giving him the power to destroy me. After my parents had died, I knew I couldn’t go through a heartbreak as devastating as that again. To lose him after all of this. I thought back to what Madison had said to me years ago when she noticed how often I would shut out anyone who tried to come close to me.

“Your parent's accident was tragic and devastating, but it was also an example of just how short life can truly be. You don’t know what tomorrow holds, and to live a life without love is not living at all. Don’t leave this world with regrets, Chy.”

I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes and blew out a breath. I am not going to run anymore. Madison is right.

I need to live.

I removed my hands from Atlas’s hair and cupped his cheeks, allowing my gaze to deepen into his. My eyes were starting to glisten as I fought back the tears. I was about to give him the very last part of me that I had left. Kicking the last piece of that wall to the ground. I was his. All his.

“Atlas… I want you. All of you. All of—whatever—you are offering.” I found myself holding my breath, waiting for his response.

Please don’t let this be a mistake .

He smiled the most brilliant smile I had ever seen from him and met me with a deep, longing kiss.

Realization slammed into me at what had now grown between us, and our kiss began turning into hunger and need. Tongue and teeth clashed together as he wrapped his arms around me, taking my full weight off the door and heading in the direction of my bedroom without wasting a single second more.

He set me down once we entered the bedroom, and we both began ripping our clothes off. There was no slow grace to it; we wanted each other, and we didn’t want to wait any longer. Clothes were dropping to the floor faster than we could remove them, and as soon as I was stripped naked, I threw myself into him, my mouth locking back onto his, the force throwing him off balance and into the nightstand, knocking the lamp off of it and shattering on the floor.

I couldn’t help but chuckle into his mouth when I heard the lamp break. He gripped my upper arms and tossed me onto the bed, kicking off his pants as he crawled over me, leaning down to kiss and bite the most sensitive parts of my neck. His hands were on either side of my head, pressing deep into the mattress with his weight.

A breathy moan escaped my throat, and I squirmed beneath him. He was straddling my thigh, pressing his knee into my aching core. I was so wet for him, and I could feel the slickness as I ground my hips against his thigh, begging for more friction on my clit.

“ Fuck. Don’t you want to slow down for once?” He laughed at my desperation, and I was not going to let him take it slow with me. I didn’t want it nice and slow; I wanted it rough, hard, and fast. I wanted him to manhandle me into any position he chose. I wanted us both to finish so we could do it again and again. I wanted him so badly that if I had to take control to get what I needed; I would.

“No. I want you right now, inside me.” I breathed, rolled my hips against him, and bit down on his ear, tugging lightly. We could have nice and slow sex any other time. After skipping out on dinner altogether, I was starving for him. I wanted my meal. I wanted his cum as the cream to my climax dessert.

He pulled back, gripping my thighs with his hands and spreading me wide for him. Sitting back on his heels, resting my thighs on his, he fisted his rock-hard length and started stroking it slowly, his eyes meeting mine. I knew what eye fucking someone meant, but with the way he was looking at me, I could feel it. I squirmed under his gaze.

“I fucking love how needy you are for my cock.” He licked his lips and bent forward slightly, lining himself up with my entrance. He pressed the head against it, and I let out a whimper, begging for more. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Badly.” I didn’t hesitate; I needed him now. I was so wound up at even the thought of him filling me that I could come if he simply told me to. I was a bitch in heat, and I didn’t give a shit. I was his, and he was mine.

He dipped in an inch and then pulled back, repeating the movement one more time, and then stopped. I hissed, jerking my head up to watch him. He was slowly driving me over the edge. I brought my hands up to my hair and tugged on the strands in frustration.

“Tell me. How badly. You. Want. It.” His teasing was relentless, and I shifted my hips, trying to push him in further by myself. He pulled back out completely and pushed off the bed. “I can do this all night with you.” He stood back, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared me down with a smug smirk. Fuck.

I bet he could, and I was screaming inside. But I wasn’t some submissive woman, and I refused to be that with him. Two could play this game, and I always got what I wanted in the end. I was going to wipe that smug ass smirk right off his handsome fucking face.

I pulled myself up to my knees on the bed, my eyes fixed on his.

“You’re playing a dangerous game that you are going to lose.” I moved one hand up my side to cradle my breast and started massaging it in my palm, pinching the nipple lightly as I went. “Because I can do this just as easily without you, Atlas.”

Moving my other hand down my belly slowly, I brought it to my slit, dipping my fingers in just enough to coat them in my wetness, then pulling them back to play with my clit.

Without breaking my eye contact with him, I slid my fingers back down and right away slid two of them inside, pumping them slowly and letting out a low moan. His eyes darkened as he continued to watch me play with myself .

My lips parted, and my breaths turned heavy. I was going to come with him watching me, wishing it was his cock instead of my hand, and I was reveling in it. I continued massaging my breast and teasing my nipple, imagining and wishing it was his mouth instead of my hand, but I would take what I could get at this moment.

I could see his resolve begin to crack beneath his calm facade. I closed my eyes as my fingers curled against my sweet spot, and I let the pleasure melt its way into me, my skin beginning to buzz at the sensation.

My head fell back, and a strong hand gripped my wrist and removed the hand that was delivering such sweet pleasure to me. I opened my eyes, snapping my head back up, and was met with the burning desire of his. He was intimidating when he looked like this, drowning in lust, just like me. I knew he wasn’t going to be gentle this time, and I was ready for it—so ready for it.

“You want to play like that, I’ll play.”

Licking his lips, he turned me around and pressed my chest into the mattress. He pulled both wrists behind me, took his belt from his pants in a single fluid motion, and wrapped it around my wrists to restrain them behind my back. I was still on the edge of my climax, and every movement threatened to throw me over completely. I wanted to come; I would beg him to let me.

Rolling me over to my back, he stood at the edge of the bed and dug his fingers into my thighs, spreading me wide again. He pushed himself inside of me with one hard thrust, the sharp pain causing a whimper to break from my throat .

When he was fully seated deep inside me, he leaned forward and whispered.

“Thanks for taking care of the foreplay for me.” You son of a—

Pulling out completely, he did another hard thrust from tip to base, pushing my body up the bed with the movement. He wanted to watch me play with myself. He baited me, and I took it like it was an easy win. He was better than I had ever expected. He was perfect.

Moving his hands to grip my shoulders, he continued to thrust into me hard and heavy. He knew just the way I liked it; his punishing, hard pace led to the best pleasure. I loved when it hurt—that was always the fucked up part of me. The more pain I felt, the more pleasure that rippled through my body and buzzed beneath my skin.

I started moaning his name, unable to think straight. I could feel my climax coming again, and this time it was fierce. I had coiled myself up with my fingers, and the tension was never released; now, the coil was even tighter.

“Atlas, I—” I cursed as he slowed his pace, looking down at me.

“You what? Want to come?” He raised a dark brow.

With a whimper, I nodded, unable to find words to speak. My mind was becoming a haze. He bent down, his nose just barely touching mine.

“Are you going to pull that shit with me again?” He murmured into my ear, and I was not about to argue anymore. I was ready to explode.

I shook my head and silently spoke, “No. ”

“Good girl. You don’t get to control how I fuck you unless I want you to.”

He leaned back and moved his hand to my clit, pressing his thumb into it and giving it just the right friction I needed to find my release.

“Come for me, sweet thing. Let me hear you scream my name.” And I did…

One hard pinch of my clit and I shattered completely, with a scream of his name ripping from my throat. My back arched off the bed as he pounded into me a few more times before finding his own release. His cock pulsed into me, filling me deeply.

I was panting and shaking as he rolled me over to remove the belt from my wrists and then moved us both to the pillows. His arms wrapped tightly around me, my back pressed into his chest. He kissed the back of my head and my shoulder lightly.

I wanted to say something to him, but sleep pulled me under before I could even open my mouth to speak.

For the first time, I dreamed about a future where I wasn’t alone and Atlas was mine.

All mine.

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