I Told You To Run But You Didn't (Georgia) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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Georgia’s POV

I took a deep breath, staring hard at my reflection. Okay “You got this, Georgia,” I whispered to the wide- eyed girl staring back at me. “You’re going to be fine. This isn’t… This is just a payment.” My own words. sounded hollow. “You messed up. You betrayed him. You cost him maybe billions. You don’t have the money to pay him back.” My voice faltered. “And… and..

And what? And he’s not completely horrible to look at? My mind flashed back to him, naked, unashamed. Okay, fine. He wasn’t just not horrible. He is.. handsome Annoyingly, dangerously handsome. A total package of power, looks, and absolute ruthlessness.

1 needed to stop thinking about that. Stop thinking abot him as anything other than the most dangerous man I’d ever met, the man who held my future in his hands, the man who could flip my life upside down whenever he wanted.

I shut off the water, the sudden silence deafening. I sighed softly, wrapping the thin motel towel around. myself. On the small sink counter, someone – probably Harvey, who seemed to anticipate everything – had left a new toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste.

I picked them up, my hands trembling slightly. I started brushing my teeth, the minty foam feeling sharp and clean. Why am I doing this? I thought, scrubbing harder than necessary.

Am I actually trying to get ready for him? Trying not to disappoint him? The thought was mortifying. No. Stop it. This wasn’t about him. This wasn’t about pleasure. This was… damage control. A negotiation.

Okay. Focus, Georgia. I rinsed my mouth, staring back my reflection. This is just a mission. An unpleasant, deeply personal, terrifying mission. Survive the night. Pay the debt. End it. That’s all it was. A mission. I could handle a mission.

I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. H was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting. The look in his eyes… it was pure fire, pure wanting. It made my skin prickle. I clutched the thin motel towel tighter around myself, my heart pounding.

“I… I’m ready,” I whispered, the words barely audible.

He didn’t say anything. He just moved. One second he was sitting, the next he was across the small room, his hands tangling in my damp hair, tilting my head back. His mouth crashed down on mine, fierce and demanding. All my nervousness, all my carefully constructed plans to just endure this, melted away in the heat of his kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming my mouth, and a strange, dizzy feeling washed over me. Maybe… maybe I want this?

Before I could even finish the thought, I was kissing him back, my body acting on its own, hungry for something I didn’t understand. His hands went to the kot of my towel. With one quick tug, it fell away, pooling at my feet on the worn carpet.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes burning as they swept over my naked body. I felt suddenly exposed, shy. My hands automatically came to cover my breasts.

“Don’t,” he growled softly, gently pulling my hands awa His gaze was intense, almost reverent. “You’re beautiful… so beautiful…”

His words, the look in his eve Mad

it made my breath cate. Before I could react, he knelt before me, his

hands sliding down my waist, his thumbs tracing my hipbones. My back was pressed against the cool plaster of the wall. Oh God, are we doing this standing up?

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He gently pushed my legs apart. And then… his mouth was there. His tongue touched the most sensitive part of me.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. My knees buckled, and my hands flew to his head, tangling in his dark hair, needing something to hold onto as the world tilted on its axis.

“Ugh…” A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips. Tears bricked at my eyes, not from sadness, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the sensation. Is this real? Can something feel like this?

His tongue was relentless, skilled, exploring me with a confidence that both terrified and thrilled me.

It wasn’t just his tongue; his fingers joined in, a dizzying combination of licking, sucking, and flicking against my clit while his thumb rubbed slow, deliberate circles. In and out, faster, slower, teasing, demanding. My body arched against the wall, completely out of my control.

Damn. My mind was dissolving into pure sensation. I had no idea. No idea that this was possible. That sex… that this… could feel like this. Like lightning and fire and melting all at once.

It wasn’t just nice; it was… everything. Overwhelming. Adictive. Crazy.

Another moan tore from my throat, louder this time, less inhibited.

My hips moved involuntarily, pressing down against his mouth, chasing the feeling.

Is this what I’ve been missing?

The thought was a distant echo, drowned out by the rising tide of pleasure that was threatening to pull me under completely.

“Estevan… stop… I can’t…” I cried out, my voice breaking

He didn’t stop. His tongue became even more insistent his fingers relentless, pushing me higher, faster, until my whole body convulsed.

A strangled scream tore from my throat as wave after wave of pure, shattering pleasure crashed over me, leaving me trembling, boneless, and utterly undone against the wall.

He didn’t pull away immediately. He gently licked away the evidence of my release before finally rising.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

I tasted myself on him, a strange, intimate flavour that didn’t feel dirty at all, just… consuming.

His fingers slipped inside me again, moving in and out with a slow rhythm, while his other hand found my breast, squeezing gently,

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