Midnight Confessions

Yvonne

I can't believe I was stupid enough to agree to this marriage! Now I'm stuck with a dangerous man that my body can't stop reacting to.

He's laughing. And I'm dying inside.

"Wife!" Daniel shouts after me.

My inhale is choppy. "Fuck you!"

I have one foot out of the bedroom, wondering if his driver will take me if I ask to leave when a large wet body collides with my back.

I'm so worked up the shock makes me scream.

"Oh, you'll fuck me, alright." Daniel lifts me, just like he did this morning, and backs us into the bedroom.

"Get off me!"

I hear him kick the door shut. "No."

I struggle, but his arms are solid muscle, and his hold doesn't budge. "Put me down."

"You don't hate me." He walks us straight to the bed and then throws me down. I land on my stomach, but before I can roll over, he's on top of me. His still-sopping-wet body presses into mine. "You want to." I try to push up, but he snags my wrists and holds them together in one of his large hands above my head. "But you can't. Because part of you loves me, Angel. Part of you fucking craves me."

It's hard to breathe. But not from the weight of his body. It's from the weight of his words.

"I don't love you." The emotion in my voice makes me question my own words.

I don't love him.

But I want to.

His teeth scrape against the side of my neck. "Not yet, Mama. But you will." His hips rock against my ass. "Now let me see how wet that hot little slit is for me."

He roughly slides his free hand down my side, over my hip, and down to the hem of my skirt.

That movement alone is enough.

I'm already ready for him.

The weight on my back disappears. Then he yanks the tight skirt up and over my hips, showing him the little black thong I wore all day.

"Fuck."

I try to push up again. But then his weight is back, and my hands are back above my head.

"Get off me," I pant.

"No." Daniel is breathing just as heavily as I am. And I can feel his naked body against mine.

"I don't want to fuck you," I lie.

He chuckles against my hair as his hips lift.

He pulls aside my thong, and the head of his cock nudges against my slippery entry.

"That's fine," he groans. "I'll fuck you."

His hips thrust forward, and he buries his length inside me.

My mouth opens in a silent cry.

I'm so full.

So fucking full.

Feeling him inside me again is too much and not enough.

"Just take it." He slides his cock almost out before shoving it back in. "Take me like the good little wife I know you are."

I turn my face into the mattress so he can't see it as I arch my back, letting him in farther.

"God." Daniel slams into me. "Tell me you love it. Tell me you love me when my cock is buried inside you."

I shake my head.

Daniel's exhale tickles over the back of my neck. "Your pussy is fucking dripping for me."

His hips never stop. And he's sliding in and out of me so easily because he's right. I am fucking dripping for him.

"I love it," I say into the mattress.

His length slides out of me, and I try to lift my ass to follow him, needing him.

Daniel uses his grip on my wrists and a hand on my hip to flip me onto my back.

His eyes are blazing.

"Say it again." He tears my thong off, then shoves my legs apart.

I shake my head.

Daniel leans over me, holding my hands back up over my head. His other hand is between us, lining his cock up with my entrance. "Say. It. Again." He fills me to the hilt.

"I love it," I cry. "I love your cock, you stupid bastard."

Daniel falls onto me, crashing his mouth to mine.

He lets go of my hands, and my arms and legs instinctually wrap around him.

I missed this.

I missed him.

I pull at him, needing him closer, needing the taste of him.

He grips my side, then tugs at the material of my shirt.

"Off," Daniel says into my mouth.

We both reach for my shirt. And I hear a tear as he rips it up over my head.

He slams as deep as he can go, a hand behind my back, undoing my bra.

He's too good at this.

Then I think of the woman downstairs, and I claw my fingernails down his back.

But he doesn't recoil. He groans.

And then my bra is gone, and Daniel feeds my breast to himself.

He sucks the nipple into his mouth while his cock is dragging over the spot inside me.

I'm so close. So close to losing it completely. So close to losing myself to him.

He switches nipples. "Goddamn."

He sucks the other one into his mouth, and I'm getting wetter. I can hear it.

"Your sweet tits make me fucking salivate." A hand grips my jaw. "Open up, Angel. Open up and show me you'll take everything I give you."

My vision is fuzzy.

My nerves are on fire.

And my clit is begging for a touch. Just one touch and I'll be done.

Daniel licks up my cheek, then places his mouth next to my ear. "Open your fucking mouth."

He widens his legs, pushing mine wider.

Then his cock slams into me so deep I feel the twinge in my stomach, and my mouth opens.

And he spits into it.

My eyelids flutter

My back arches.

And I feel his claim everywhere.

I feel my submission to him like a chain unlocking around my neck.

The sound of him, the taste of him...

"Swallow." His growled command spears through me.

And I do it.

I take everything

And when he rolls his hips, rubbing the base of his dick against my clit, I come.

I don't even make a sound.

I'm too overwhelmed.

My body shakes and trembles, and I hold Daniel against me as tight as I can.

"That's it," he tells me as he slips his arms under me. "That's my girl."

And then he's hugging me.

Daniel Sinclair hugs me back, just as tightly, as his body tenses and he fills me with his release.

He hugs me.

I squeeze him tighter, pretending the dampness on my lashes is from his wet hair and not the tears slipping from my eyes. Because as Daniel clings to me, groaning, the last of my defenses shatter.

Cersei

"There are so many," I whispered.

I shook my head, staring at all the patients on this hospital floor alone. There was no way that this was sustainable, no way that we'd treat all of the patients without either getting sick ourselves or having a slew of casualties.

Usually, I wasn't like this. I had never thought this way before. I always walked into the hospital with a smile on my face and walked out of the hospital with a smile on my face ... but after weeks of patient after patient, after weeks of quarantine ... it was getting tough to smile.

Dr. Francis walked out of room 209, handing me a clipboard. "Ventilators, Cersei. We need more of them." He walked past me, heading toward his office.

"But ... but we don't have any more, sir."

He turned around, brown eyes hardening into such a sinful stare. A stare that he had been giving me all the late nights we worked together here. A stare that made me want to rip off all his damn clothes and let him take me to the locker room when my shift was over, just to relieve some of this stress.

"Find some," he said. "I have more patients to check on." He turned back toward the hallway. "Oh, and, Cersei ..." He gazed over his shoulder at me, his dark brown eyes wide. "I'll need to see you in my office in half an hour."

My eyes widened, and I nodded my head. What'd he want to see me for? Maybe to talk more about the patients on this floor. Maybe to ask me about who was recovering and who wasn't.

I hurried through the hallway to the front desk, picked up the phone, and pleaded with our company who stocked our equipment to send more ventilators as soon as possible. It was driving me insane, absolutely insane that we didn't have what we needed for these people.

After taking a deep breath and checking up on a few other patients to see if their conditions worsened, I stripped off my gloves and walked down the hall toward Dr. Francis's office. My lips were pressed together, my heart pounding. I didn't know why he affected me so much, but he did.

I knocked twice on the door, and Dr. Francis said, "Come in." He sat at his desk, reviewing some paperwork. He glanced up at me and placed his papers down. "Close the door."

I shut the door behind me and shuffled into the room to the chair across from his desk. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to take slow, steady breaths. Not once in the entire time that I worked under him had he called me into his office to talk. Part of me was nervous, wondering if I had done something wrong.

"What's wrong?" he asked, sitting up and leaning over his desk.

"Nothing," I said.

"Oh, don't give me that, Cersei. We've worked together for too long."

I pursed my lips, my chin quivering. "It's damn hard, all right?" I said, holding back my tears. "Do you know how long I spend here every single day? How much energy I give each of my patients? How I have to be the one to stay positive when I know what's going to end up happening to them?"

He stared at me with his brows furrowed together and stood up. "You knew what you were signing up for when you chose to go into this field."

"I know," I said. "But that doesn't mean I still can't be angry and upset."

He walked around me and placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly. "I think you need to relax a little."

"How am I supposed to relax?" Especially when there was a damn doctor behind me that I'd been thinking about every night while I masturbated.

When he stepped away from me, I let out the breath I was holding and closed my eyes. God, I thought he was going to do something. I was all for it ... but I didn't have much of a break, and I shouldn't be-

I heard the door to his office lock, and I turned around.

He loosened his tie and stepped toward me, his eyes dark and inviting. "We have ten minutes. I'm sure I can help."

My eyes widened, and I stood. "Dr. Francis, I don't think that this is-"

He spun me around, his hand snaking around my neck, and pulled me against him. I could feel his hardness pressed against my ass, and I clenched. He trailed his fingers down the centre of my chest and abdomen, lingering just above the waistband of my scrubs.

"I think that you and I both need this," he said against my ear.

"Dr. Francis ... I ..."

He pushed his hand into my pants and brushed his fingers against my underwear. "Did you wear these silky panties for me?" he asked.

I clenched, my pussy pulsing with pleasure.

He slipped one of his fingers under the material and pushed it inside of me. "Wet for me too, I see."

I grasped his wrist, moaning softly when he curled his finger inside of me and hit my G-spot. Starting slowly, he rubbed my clit with his thumb in small circles. "Do you like this, Cersei?"

"I don't think this is a good idea," I breathed out, tugging on his hand. But it was a good idea; my body had been aching for this for so damn long. I needed a release, just one simple release.

He snatched my chin in his hand, his lips by my ear. "I didn't think you'd be so defiant."

He sucked harshly on my skin below my jaw, fingers moving faster. Heat rushed to my core, and I suppressed a moan.

"I've been thinking about taking you in my office for weeks now since this whole thing started. You've been stressed, haven't you?"

I sighed deeply through my nose, pushing my knees together. "Yes," I said quietly.

After he pulled his hand out of my pants, he sucked his wet fingers into his mouth and groaned quietly against me. "Sit on my desk and spread your legs."

My pussy clenched, brows still furrowed together. "Dr. Francis, we can't-" I moaned out when he turned around and pushed me against his desk. "We can't-"

He picked me up and placed me on his desk, pulling down my pants and spreading my legs himself. I gave up on what I was going to say and let another moan slip out of my mouth.

When he knelt in front of me and placed his hot mouth on my pussy, he said, "God, Cersei, I've been waiting to taste you." He massaged my clit with his tongue, moving it in small, torturous circles.

I laced my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to me. "Francis ..." I breathed out. My moans became louder and more ragged.

He slid two fingers into me, thrusting them roughly. I threw my head back and moaned. The pressure built in my core, higher and higher. He pushed another finger inside of me. Then another. And another. I clenched around him as heat coursed through my body.

"I want you inside of me," I breathed out, tugging on the ends of his hair. "Please."

He growled against me, tugged my hips closer to the edge of his desk, and stood. After undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, he took out his huge cock, brushed it against my wetness, and made it glisten with my juices.

Placing wet kisses down my neck, he slipped his hands under my top and groped my breasts. His lips trailed lower down my chest, and he pulled my top up, yanked down my bra, and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. "Fuck," he mumbled against them, biting down softly.

I threw my head back and spread my legs, resting my feet on his desk and sliding my ass to the edge so he was poking right against my entrance. He took his cock in his hand and slowly pushed his hips closer to mine. His head pressed into me, and then his whole cock was sliding deep into my pussy.

I clenched around him. He groped my breasts, squeezing them hard in his hands, and pulled me toward him with each thrust.

"Oh my gosh!" I moaned. "Faster."

He bit down on my nipple again, and I cried out, his cock pumping harder and faster into me. The pressure was rising in my core, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders. God, it felt better than I ever thought it would.

"Harder ... fuck me harder."

"Fuck you harder?"

I nodded. "Please."

He picked me up, turned me around, and pushed my chest against the desk. I pushed my ass closer to him, wanting him to thrust back into me. He slapped my ass with his cock and rubbed it against my entrance. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he pushed himself all of the way inside.

His thrusts started slow, and I clenched around him.

"More. I need it. Make it hurt," I breathed.

At my words, he quickened his pace and deepened his thrusts. He wrapped his hand around my neck and forced me back, placing his lips against my ear. "Is this what you've wanted?" he asked.

I whimpered, the pressure in my core driving me higher and higher. "Yes."

"How long have you been thinking about me tearing up your tight little pussy?"

I curled my toes, my legs trembling. "Weeks."

His hand around my throat tightened, and pleasure rushed through my body. He pounded his big cock into me, and I moaned out. I pushed my hips back against his, meeting each of his thrusts.

He grasped my hair and tugged on it, forcing me to pull my head back. Then, he pressed his lips to mine, our tongues slipping into each other's mouths. His fingers pressed against the column of my neck, sliding up it.

When he released my hair, he pulled out of me and placed me on my hands and knees on his desk. He spit on my pussy, making it even wetter, and rubbed it against my clit. Then, he wrapped his arms under my legs, picked me up so my back was against his chest, and walked with me toward his desk chair.

He sat down on it and slid his cock into me, holding my legs wide open as we faced the door. My heart was pounding in my chest, my pussy clenching hard. Though the door was locked, there was a small-a very small-window next to it that anyone could see right through.

He wrapped an arm under my legs, holding them up in the air and apart as he thrust harder and deeper into my tight hole. "If anyone looked in, Cersei, all they'd see are your legs spread so far apart for me."

Heat warmed my core. "Harder, please," I moaned out.

He brushed his fingers up the inside of my thigh to my clit. And when they brushed against my swollen clit, I let out a loud moan, wave after wave of pleasure pumping out of me. He continued to rub his fingers against my clit, holding my legs far apart and peering over my shoulder to watch my pussy quiver.

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes."

He picked up his pace, thrusting faster inside of me, and placed a hand around my throat. Pleasure rushed through my body as I felt his hand squeeze harder. I gripped his thighs.

"You fucking love that, don't you?" he asked. My pussy clenched, ready to release again. "Answer me when I ask you something."

He slapped my clit, and I released around him and nodded my head.

"Yes," I cried out. "Yes, I love it. Fuck me harder. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me."

He groaned against me and pounded harder inside of me until he suddenly stilled. He gradually released my legs, and I placed them on the ground, hoping I could stand without collapsing. I trembled slightly, then stood up, and gazed back at him, my lips curling into a smirk.

He took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Looks like our time is up."

Hannah

Living with your ex has got to be the most inconvenient shit to ever happen to someone. It's worse if it's an ex that dumped you at the altar.

Axel Haven is a pain in the ass.

Worst of all, he's a handsome pain in the ass that I've been living with for a month.

Yesterday, he stopped me in the hallway, pressed me against the wall with one hand around my throat and the other on my ass, and he just kissed me. For over ten minutes, he just kissed me, and it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. I don't know when he'd have stopped if my brother hadn't interrupted us.

My lips were swollen, and my skin was red and tender from his beard, but I could have let him do that all day. Because while he might be a devil who fucks like a god, his kisses are hellfire.

He summoned me to his office a few minutes earlier, which usually means sex on his desk, on the sofa in the corner, or against the door. But not today. I'm going to grow a backbone and behave like the girl my momma raised instead of being driven by my hormones.

Axel is staring at his laptop screen with a frown on his face. Apart from a curt nod of acknowledgement when I walked into the room, he ignored me.

Asshole.

He rolls his neck and the thick veins pulse as he grinds his jaw. My heartbeat is thrumming in my ears as I stand just a few inches from him. If I stretch out my hand I could run my fingertips over his thick biceps and onto his hard chest to feel his muscles flexing beneath the soft rich fabric of his shirt.

Goddammit. Stop it, Hannah.

He lifts his head, training his fiery gaze on me and I'm done for. My determination and resistance wilt like a flower in need of good water in the heat. What the hell is wrong with me?

He stands so quickly that I gasp, but I have no time to let it out again because his mouth is on mine, his huge arms around my waist, crushing me to him as he kisses me with so much fire that my skin burns from the heat. One of his strong hands coasts up my back, his fingertips grasping at the fabric of my dress until he reaches my head and palms the back of it.

Taking a handful of my hair in his fist, he tugs at the root, tilting my head to his desired angle so that he can claim my mouth as he pushes me back against his desk.

"Fuck, Hannah," he groans as he breaks our kiss for a moment, running his nose over my cheek and down to my neck. "Why do you always smell so fucking good?"

I reach for his hair, curling my fingers into his thick dark locks as I sit on the edge of his desk, spreading my thighs to allow him to press himself against me. And he takes full advantage, grinding his hard cock against my pussy and making me whimper with shameless need.

When the hell did I turn into this person? Desperate for any crumb of affection and contact he will offer me.

As he crushes his mouth against mine again, the hand he has on my waist slides over my hip and my outer thigh until he's pushing my dress up even further, giving himself access to take whatever the hell he wants from me. His touch is warm as his hand slips beneath the fabric and onto my soft skin until he cups one of my ass cheeks, kneading it in his powerful hand and using it as further leverage to press our bodies even closer together.

"Axel," I whimper into his mouth, trying to pull away and take in some air, but he refuses to let me, and I remain pinned to him.

There is no escaping him. No fighting him. Not that I want to. I am as desperate for him as he seems to be for me. Slick, wet heat burns between my thighs as I rock my hips against him, chasing the friction that comes from his thick cock rubbing against my clit through my panties.

"Yeah?" he grunts. "Tell me what you want, kitten."

Kitten. A word that started as an insult has somehow come to make me pliant on command. I lean into him further, my body melting like warm wax against his solidness.

"I want you," I murmur. He smiles before his tongue slips back inside my mouth, and he deepens our kiss, consuming me like a fire does oxygen. He slides his hand between my thighs, running his fingertips over the damp patch of fabric on the crotch of my panties and eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest. I pull on his hair and slide one hand down his back, my fingernails scraping over his shirt as I fight to get him closer to me. To get him where I want him, where I need him.

He growls in response - actually growls. It's an animalistic sound that starts in his chest and rumbles up through his throat, making me shiver. He tugs my panties aside, dragging the tip of his pointer and middle fingers through my soaking folds.

I whimper again. Shameless, needy, and desperate for more, I hook one leg around his waist and pull him to me, shifting my hips, hoping his fingers will slip lower and deeper. I want him inside me. My body is screaming for him to touch those places that only he knows how to reach. Knowing exactly what I want from him, he slides two thick fingers inside me and my pussy squeezes around him as pleasure and heat surges through my body. Wrenching my lips from his, I throw my head back and moan his name, loudly enough that anyone passing his study might hear, but I don't care. His touch turns me into someone I barely recognize.

"I love to hear my kitten purring," he says with a dark laugh that rolls through me as he starts to finger-fuck me with such ease and skill, that it's like he's known my body forever.

"You... feel..." Those two words are all I can manage as he thrusts deeper, massaging my inner walls as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit until my orgasm starts building to a crescendo. Waves of rippling pleasure start rolling through my core as he buries his face against my neck, dragging his teeth over my sensitive skin.

"You hear how wet your cunt is for me?" he asks before he starts to suck on my neck, pulling his fingers all the way out before driving them back in for emphasis. The slick sounds of my pussy are almost drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears as I tug at his shirt. He's holding back. Denying me the rush that is so close but so frustratingly far away.

"Please, Axel," I beg him, lost to any rational thought now. I scramble to unbuckle his belt and pants.

"I don't have any condoms in here," he groans in my ear.

"It's okay, just pull out," I rasp as I reach inside his pants and squeeze his thick, hard cock in my palm.

"Fuck," he hisses. "Are you sure?"

No. But my wanton whore of a pussy wins out. "Yes. Please," I plead instead.

Then his fingers are gone and he releases his grip on my hair, making my head spin at the loss of his touch. Until he reaches between my thighs and tears my panties down the middle, effectively making them crotchless.

I blink at him.

"They were getting in my fucking way," he snarls before he wraps his arms around me and slams into me.

"Ohhh," I moan, circling my arms around his neck so that I can have something solid to hold onto because I'm pretty sure my soul is about to leave my body.

"Fuck, you feel so good like this," he says, his lips brushing over my ear. "So fucking good."

I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me back slightly, adjusting his angle so that he can slide in even deeper.

When there is a knock at the door a few seconds later, I bury my face into the crook of his neck as my cheeks burn with shame.

He shouts - loudly and angrily - something in Greek, and though I don't understand the words, I appreciate their meaning.

"Oh God," I whisper.

"I am your fucking God, kitten," he growls in my ear as he goes on railing me on his desk.

The orgasm that has been taunting me for the past ten minutes is so dangerously close now. I hope whoever just knocked on that door has walked away because I'm about to implode.

"Axel," I cry as my pussy squeezes around him, pulling him deeper and never wanting to let him go.

"Fuck, Hannah," he growls. "I can't... I need to stop."

"No," I cry out in frustration, and my brain stops working entirely as my body chases the endorphins that are only a heartbeat away. I cling tighter to him, crossing my ankles behind his back to keep him where I need him. "Don't stop."

He doesn't stop. He drives into me one last time and my climax burns through every cell in my body like wildfire. "Oh fuck."

When he bites down on my neck and grinds his hips against me, I know that he's found his release too.

We both cling to each other, panting for breath and not daring to look the other in the eye. What the hell did we just do?

I just let my ex-boyfriend cum inside me.

"You can get a pill for that, right?" he asks.

I blink in confusion. Then I realize he's talking about Plan B.

"Yeah. I'll need to go to the pharmacy," I whisper.

"I'll go," he replies as he pulls out of me and releases me from his grip.