The sweet scent that had been lingering down my throat with him only grew more intense. My head spun.…What was I doing?I couldn’t remember. My whole body felt loose, as if I were completely drunk.“Uhh…”With a long exhale, that heavy pheromone scent flooded through me. It felt as though I’d been soaked in it, and my consciousness floated away.The shaft that had filled my throat slipped free, and I collapsed limply to the floor. I had no idea what had just happened. My blurred vision registered a man looming over me.“Look at this.”He said it casually. I blinked, too dazed to understand, and Nathaniel continued.“I thought you’d like it too.”I sat frozen for a moment, then suddenly realized his gaze wasn’t on my face. Following his eyes downward, I saw why I couldn’t look away. My pants were soaked with fluid. It wasn’t his—he’d emptied himself into my mouth. Whose, then, could it be but the stranger’s?Only then did the meaning of his words hit me. He’d come inside me—forced himself in—this was the first time anything like this had happened. I sat there blinking at my wet trousers when Nathaniel bent down abruptly.“—Huhk!”Before «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» I could react, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up, and my face slammed against the wall. Immediately, his body pressed into my back. His hand, removing my pants, held a single, unmistakable purpose.“St-stop…”Though my limbs felt like wet cotton, I fought with every ounce of strength I had. I’d never consented to this, and I had no intention of letting him cross that line. Why had I even let this man into my apartment? What had I been thinking trusting Nathaniel Miller—No, he must have let himself in. I should have called the police. Where did this even begin…Gritting my teeth, I vowed that, if I couldn’t escape this now, I’d slit his throat. Somehow, by any means…“Calm down.”He said, lightly restraining my flailing arm.“I’ll make you feel good.”“Bullshit…!”I spat the word, but it had no effect. My pants and underwear were pulled down to my knees, trapping me. Both my wrists were captured at once. With one hand, Nathaniel pinned my arms above my head against the wall; with his free hand, he freely caressed my body. He pressed his nose to my nape and inhaled deeply before pressing his hips against me. I felt it between my thighs—his cock, still heavy and throbbing despite having just come.“Eat shit, you bastard…!”I cursed with the only free part of me—my mouth. Nathaniel’s voice, amused and dark, answered.“I’d rather eat your hole.”“Y-you…!”As I tried to shout again, something thick slid between my legs. My eyes widened, and behind me Nathaniel muttered in displeasure.“This hole is too loose.”Of course it was—this wasn’t a hole. His cock pressed against my perineum as it entered from between my thighs.“Prosecutor.”He sneered, mocking me.“Why don’t we tighten down there?”His refined tone twisted my stomach with revulsion, yet despite myself, my core began to pulse. As if sensing it, Nathaniel wrapped one arm around my waist and pressed me closer beneath him. The member that had been choking my throat now slid between my legs, rubbing my perineum with every thrust.“Ah, ahh.”Sounds escaped from my empty mouth. That thick, long shaft slid past my perineum, rubbing against my scrotum. The rough friction stirred the cock that had shrunk, causing its head to rise.“Ah, haa… ah, uhn.”I bit out another moan, squeezing my thighs. As his cock filled the hollow between my legs, my belly twisted with a sharp ache. Desperate, I twisted my hips—and suddenly Nathaniel scooped me up with one arm.“Eek!”My feet left the floor, and I couldn’t help but scream. Behind me, I felt his satisfied exhale.“Hold on tight.”He murmured in a low voice. He pressed me against the wall, trapping me between his body and the plaster behind me.“Ah, haa… haa… haa, ah!”My ragged breaths pounded out. His heavy cock slid in and out of the cavity hidden beneath my buttocks, then ground against my perineum, scrotum, and cock as it passed. The fierce friction felt like fire inside me. My strength drained away, and I clung on with everything I had. Just a bit more, just a bit more…“Uhn…!”With a long cry, I arched back. My eyes half-open, my body shook as the heat inside me exploded outward, spraying the wall. That was the second time he came.I heard rain softly pattering. Then the acrid scent of tobacco. Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. Blinking in confusion, I noticed a faint sweetness mingled with the smoke.…Could it be?Half in disbelief, I turned my head and saw the broad-shouldered man sitting turned away on the edge of the bed. Only then did I realize I was lying on a mattress—and that he was Nathaniel Miller.I must have passed out. The thought flashed through my mind, but I immediately denied it. No way had I blacked out from pleasure. Of course I’d just drifted off once the tension released. There was no other explanation.So he’d laid me on the bed?That fact alone was astonishing—but even more so was that he hadn’t left. What on earth was he thinking?The rain continued to fall. Outside it was dark; the night had advanced. Nathaniel Miller sat cross-legged on the bedpost, gazing out the window as he smoked. From the slow plumes he exhaled, I could discern nothing of his thoughts.“Don’t smoke in my bed.”I said softly. After a moment’s pause, he turned his head toward me. Our eyes met; he brought the cigarette back to his lips. The tip glowed red, and after a moment he inhaled deeply and exhaled.“Because of the ashes?”He asked. It was a late question, but I answered evenly.“I don’t want a fire.”He merely gave a faint smile, as if amused by my needless worry. Mercifully, before I could snatch the cigarette and crush it, he rose, leaned on his cane, and moved to the window. Letting the ashes fall outside, he settled against the sill and lifted the cigarette back to his mouth. I watched him silently, just as composed as when he’d first entered the studio—like nothing had happened.But we’d had sex. He’d shoved his cock down my throat, pumped inside me, and rubbed me between the legs.Remembering all that, pain flickered through my body. The soreness everywhere must be from the unexpectedly brutal sex. I’d never felt this lethargic and heavy. My inner thighs burned.The worst pain was in my throat. The way he’d forced himself down that tight passage felt like it would keep me from swallowing properly for days. In that moment, I suddenly felt a deep alienation from the perfect three-piece suit he wore.How could a man who appeared so elegant and cynical be capable of such savage sex?

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