Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 (16 page)

“You don’t want me to leave, fine! You leave!” 

“Norah Elizabeth look at me!” he demanded. He used my middle name. He never used my middle name. I turned and looked at him. "Do I look like I am kidding with you? You don't want me anymore?” He took the ring off and threw it. I heard it clang against the cement. “Fine! You think you can live without me? Try it! Try it, Norah! We both know it won’t work!” 

I turned back to the house and started inside. I couldn’t believe he just threw his ring at me. 

“Norah!” I looked over my shoulder and he was on his knees looking for his ring. I turned all the way and watched him scramble while running his hand over the cement. The ring was the same color as most of the rocks in the cement. 

“I asked you if you were done, and you said you were. Yet you keep talking,” he didn’t look up at me but kept searching the ground. 

“I’m done,” he whispered. “I guess I have to be.” I knelt down and helped him look. We both crawled around looking for his ring. Neither of us were talking but I could hear him breathing. 

The ring made another clanging sound when my hand ran over it. Then it stuck out like a sore thumb and I wondered why it was so hard to find it. I picked it up and held it out to him. He crawled to me and took it out of my hand and put it back on his hand.  I stood up and looked down at him.

“Either you leave or I will. You want control, so you choose.” 

He shoved the ring back on his finger and stood up to face me. 

“When I said I was done, I meant it. I am done playing games with you, little one.” He took my arm and pulled me behind me as he went back in the house. 

“Let me go! I am not staying here! You can’t keep me here!” I yelled. 

“Oh, Norah, I think we both know that isn’t true,” his voice was calm. 

He pulled me upstairs, down the hall and back to my old room. The security door had been removed a long time ago but there was a door. He opened it and shoved me inside, then slowly walked in behind me. 

“You aren’t leaving again, Norah. I gave you 24 hours and that was generous of me. If you are still set on leaving you can spend that time in this room. I think you know it well.” I stood in the middle of the room at the end of bed with my arms crossed against my chest. He moved behind me and ran his hands over my body. 

“Now I have asked you to forgive me, but we both know I can make you forgive me,” he panted in my ear. His tongue licked the outer edge and I shivered. He moved his mouth over the back of my head.  

“Norah, nothing happened,” he whispered. He moved his hands under my shirt and pulled it over my head. He dropped it at my feet. His hands groped my breasts and then moved to my hips. His fingers wiggled under my panties and he pushed them along with my shorts down to the floor.

  “Step out of them,” he demanded. 

“No.” I was firm. He laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist. My feet left the floor and I saw his foot move my shorts. He placed me back on the floor and then ran his hands over my bare butt. 

“If you think you are going to turn me on, so you can fuck me, you’re wrong,” I said.

He turned me to face him and pushed me down on the bed. 

“Norah,” he laughed again. “I think we both know that isn’t true either.” He covered my body. His legs tried to pry mine open but I wouldn’t let him. 

“Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl?” he said in his cocky voice. He licked my neck and moved down my body. I tried to push him away, but he just grabbed my wrists and held them together in one of his hands. His tongue caressed my hip bones and my belly button. He knew this drove me crazy. I let a small moan escape my mouth. 

He licked harder and moved down to my pelvic area. I wiggled my back and try to pull my hands away from him. My back started to arch. I didn’t want it to but I couldn’t help it. 

“Am I turning you on, little one?” he asked. 

“No!” I yelled. But it wasn’t true. I wanted my hands free so I could push him down further. 

“Open your legs, Norah,” he asked quietly. I didn’t comply. “Open your legs now, Norah,” I slowly parted my legs and he pressed them apart even further. 

He lightly licked the outer edges of my sex and pressed his tongue inside me. 

“Dammit, Liam,” I panted. I didn’t want to enjoy this. I was mad. I wanted to stay mad. He licked me up and down.

 I raised my left leg to his shoulder. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. He dove in deeper. He took his right hand and used his fingers to part my lips and open me further. 

“Liam,” I panted. “Stop, please.” I didn’t want him to stop. 

“No, I don’t think so,” he said against me. His tongue circled my clit and my moans got louder. Just as I was about to come, he let my hands go and stood straight up. I opened my eyes. 

“What? What happened?” I asked. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and raised both of my legs to the end of the bed. He shoved himself inside me. He kept his hands on my knees and kept thrusting in and out. He could see I was enjoying myself. My orgasm was building again. I was trying to stop it this time. I didn’t want him to win. 

“Yes,” he panted. “Yes, that’s it, baby.” He kept moving his hips against me. “Don’t hold it in. You know you want to come.” He grabbed my hips hard and pulled me to him. 

“You feel so good, Norah. You have to forgive me,” he was breathing hard and so was I. “You have to forgive me, little one.” His hips kept moving. He scooted me up the bed when he crawled on the end of it with me. He rolled me to my side and put my legs in front of me. He was on his knees and his hands were on either side of me. 

“You said you liked this position before,” he was looking right in my eyes. “You still like it?” he asked. Was he really taking a survey while fucking me into submission? He leaned down and bit my right nipple. Then he shoved his tongue in my mouth and quietly pulled it out. 

“Do you like the way you taste?” he smiled. I moved my hands to my head and pushed my hair off my face. It was coming and I couldn’t stop it. 

“Come for me, baby,” he panted. I did. I put my finger in my mouth and came. I moaned through my teeth. He slowed his pace and then just held me in place. “I love coming inside you, Norah.” He rolled off me and just laid there breathing. 

I stood up and went to the bathroom. When I came out I put my clothes on. 

“Nothing happened, Norah,” he said.

“I know.” I turned to face him. “I’m still hurt. You hurt me, Liam.” He covered his eyes with his hands. 

“I know.” 

“I’m staying but don’t think for a second that I am over this or that I forgive you.” 

“No.” He leaned to look at me.

  “I’m staying because I don’t want you to burn the house down.” He nodded. “I love this house. I consider this my house mine as much as your house.” Again he nodded. “But you have to fix the bedroom door.” He nodded again. 

“Can I hold you?” he asked. I nodded. He stood up, adjusted himself in his pants and then came to stand in front of me. He pressed me against him. His face was lost in my hair and his hand was on the back of my head. He pressed my face in his chest. I knew he wanted me to put my arms around him, but I couldn’t.

Chapter Thirteen

Liam

She was back. She wouldn’t touch me, after that first night. She didn’t talk very much. I could see the displeasure in her face and I could feel her disappointment in me.

She slept in our bed, ate with me and even sat in the study and read or worked as I sat and read or worked. 

It reminded me when we first started trusting each other. In the beginning, when I first started craving her company and wanted her near me all the time.  She never talked much, but she was with me. It was the same now. 

Only this time instead of me holding all the marbles and trying to make her fear me just a little; it was a show down between both of us. We were both stubborn people. 

When I tried to touch her she tensed up. When I tried to snuggle with her in bed, she froze. 

I missed my wife. She was sleeping in the bed next to me and I missed her. 

It had been 8 days since we both tried to put this behind us, I needed to make love to my wife. It was time for me to move this reunion along. I had apologized and it was time for her to get over it. 

We sat in bed and I flipped channels on the TV while she read a book and did her best to ignore me. She was wearing a black, lace, nightgown and she smelled amazing. I tried to touch her hand and she moved it. I moved my leg next to hers so they barely touched and she moved hers over. I took deep breathes trying to get her attention but she never took her eyes from the book.

I am a very impatient man and I do not like to be ignored. It was time for this stand off to end.  

I took her book out of her hand and clicked off the TV as I rolled between her legs. 

“I need you, Norah,” I hovered over her looking in her eyes. Then I moved my eyes over her body. Her neck, her breasts, down to her stomach and to her legs on either side of my body. 

She watched me intently but didn’t say anything. I lowered my body to hers and pressed my lips against her mouth. She opened and groaned when my tongue entered her mouth. Her hands went to my shoulders and I felt pressure pushing me away. 

I narrowed my eyes at her as I pulled my mouth away.

 “I can’t do this, Liam. I can’t…not yet.”  

Her words didn’t matter to me. I forced her legs wider with my knee and brought my mouth to hers again. Again she accepted my tongue and this time it was me that groaned. 

I needed her. I needed to be close to her, inside her. I needed to make love to my wife. 

Very quickly I moved my hands. They moved everywhere on her body at once. I pulled her hair so her neck arched and I licked it from her chin to her nape. Again she protested. 

“Liam, it’s too soon, I’m still….” I took her mouth so she couldn’t finish that sentence. 

“Norah, you’re thinking too much into this.” I pushed her nightgown up and pushed my erection against her. “I need you, little one. Please, baby. Don’t make me beg.” I looked at her. I gave her a primal look to let her know my need.  

“You are mine, Norah. You said you aren’t…but you are. Mine.” 

“Yes,” she breathed out. That was all the approval I needed. My instincts took over. I pulled the nightgown off of her and latched on to her breast. Her hand flew to the back of my head and held me in place.

We rolled and she pushed me back on the bed. Her legs straddled me and she went straight for my boxer shorts.

“Get these off!” she demanded. I lifted my hips and helped her get them off. When I sprang free I griped myself and waited for her. She slid on top of me easily. She moved against me and I moved my head so I could watch her move. She was in her head, in her own place. 

I couldn’t stop myself from raising up and covering her mouth with mine. I griped her hips and helped her move against me, then rolled my hips so I was on top again. 

She put her hands to my back and I rested mine beside her head. We locked eyes again and I pushed myself inside her over and over. 

“I’ve missed you so much, Norah,” I panted. “You do belong to me. You do. I can’t lose you, baby, I just can’t.” 

I kept moving in and out until I saw her eyes close and her whole body tensed up. 

“Yes,” I moaned, and thrusted a few times. “Ride it out, little one.” When she relaxed I withdrew myself and pulled her closer to me. We worked together without words. I rose to my knees and she moved to hers. She took me in her mouth and I grabbed the back of her head. It only took a little suction from her mouth and I was done. 

“Ah…yes…that’s it….Norah….” I clasped back on the bed and emptied myself down her throat. She pulled her mouth away and gave me a look. I wasn’t sure what the look meant. I didn’t know if it was a satisfied or pissed look. She wiped her chin and then got up and went to the bathroom.  

I put my clothes back on and laid in bed waiting for her. I was hoping we could talk before we slept or maybe lease each other again after I recovered. But I must have fallen asleep before she came out. 

The next morning I stood at the sink in our bathroom shaving while she was in the shower. 

“Are you going to the Shareholder’s Dinner this Thursday?” I asked to the steam coming out of the shower. 

“Am I a shareholder?” she asked. 

“Yes,” I replied. 

“Am I married to the man who owns most of the shares?” she asked. I could see her raise her leg to the side bench and start shaving. I was enjoying the view. 

“Ah, yes. Yes you are.” 

“Then I guess I will be there.”

I finished shaving my face and went to get dressed for the day.

 It was Sunday, and I was looking forward to doing absolutely nothing but being my wife. I didn’t have any work to catch up on, no calls to make or clients to woo. I wanted to spend the day being with her, doing whatever it was she wanted to do. I put on some khaki pants and black t-shirt, then bent in the closet to look for my flip flops. 

“What should I wear?” Norah’s voice was coming from the bedroom. I walked out of the closet and she was standing in the bedroom in just a towel.

 “I like what you have on now,” I said with a smile. 

“To the dinner thing.” She wasn’t in the mood for my joking. I walked up behind her. She had moved in front of her dresser combing her hair. Her skin was still wet from her shower. 

“It’s not formal so work clothes, any kind of dress and bra is fine.” 

“A bra? You have to tell me to wear a bra?” she asked. 

“Well sometimes you wear these very sexy sundresses and no bra…which I love, but would also distract me from the meeting.” 

“You say that like I’m a Double D or something,” she sounded offended. 

“Hey, I would prefer it if you never wore a bra again. Less clothing for me to take off. And you certainly don’t need one, but a professional look would be best for everyone involved.” 

“Now my boobs are small?” she turned to me with her hands on her hips.