AN: Long time no see; I know it's been a while since I've written anything. I have just been enjoying married life. For some reason, inspiration from my Kindle reading when it comes to writing comes to me gradually, or they fade away gradually, and I have difficulty with the story's structure. So anyway, I thought I'd do something a little different, but it's still set in the story I keep rewriting!? But I thought, set it on Rhonda and her life and love interest!? So I hope you all enjoy this one, which I think you will.

So Happy Read

C.

XOXO

Summary: Rhonda Wellington Lloyd is her parents' only daughter and child. Born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth. Spoiled. Privileged. Brat. What others saw as entitled, I saw as standards, and mine were high, especially when it came to men. Follow the rich brat, Rhonda Wellington Lloyd, through her everyday life to where she could be over for.

Chapter 1

Nate's gaze travels my naked body, roaming over every square inch of my skin. His jaw twitches as I settle at his side, resting my cheek on his chest. Strong arms draw me close to him, and I shudder out a relieved sigh. I'm sore. But I got what I wanted. The first man inside my body was not Curly. That selfish, depraved prick didn't get what he'd been waiting for all these years. And he doesn't even know it yet. I do not doubt that it would have only been a matter of time before he lost control and took that last step, stealing my innocence in the most horrific way imaginable. Not that I've been all that innocent for some time now.

Not since I understood his intent—and that what he was doing was wrong. He's a sick, perverted man, and I've been his secret plaything. I've been at his mercy for far too long, all because I couldn't bear to explain to anyone how it got to this point—and he's taken complete advantage of me and what he knew I wouldn't be able to share with anyone. My lips curve ever so slightly. That psycho can't have me. I belong to Nate now. I peek up, noting that his expression hasn't changed. It's clear he's stunned by my admission.

Is he angry? Hurt? Unnerved? It's as if he's trying to hold back an avalanche of emotion. Finally, his tone low, he grits out, "Why the fuck didn't you say something? I would have been gentle." He draws in a deep breath. "I would have made sure it was good for you."

I push up onto my elbow, searching his eyes. "You don't think it was good?" I wet my lips, dropping my focus to his bare chest. Doubt creeps in. Maybe Lorenzo fucked me up so well that I'm incapable of having anything that resembles regular sex.

"That's not what I meant. I just would have handled things differently, had you told me." He reaches out, tipping my chin up, making me look him in the eye. "How come I didn't know?"

"Because I didn't want you to. I-I thought it would be weird." And I'd wanted the entire experience—the lust and the frenzy that comes with passion.

He groans. "Jesus. Rhonda, most girls want sweet for their first time."

"I know you don't know me that well yet … but do I seem like most girls to you?" I stare into his eyes, hoping he can't see the havoc Lorenzo has created inside my heart—the absolute devastation he's wreaked on me. I have no sense of what "normal" should be. The pain of it is like trying to swallow razor blades. My chest jerks, and I flatten my hand on his abs so he can't see the way it's shaking. "Did it seem like I wanted you to take it easy on me? I deserve to have my first time go how I wanted it to. I wanted to control how it happened." I hesitate, unsure if I should finish based on how he's grinding his teeth as he attempts to process what I'm saying. I can practically see the wheels turning in his head.

I whisper, "I didn't want you to have that power over me. I needed this for me."

Nate's blue eyes blaze. "What the hell does that mean, Rhonda?" His hold tightens around my waist, fingers digging into my skin.

I'm freaking him out. I can tell. Oh, God. I'm making a fucking mess of this. "I mean I wanted it to be my way. I wanted you to take me, ravish me. Fuck me. I wanted you to make me yours. But I needed it to happen in a way I could handle. You don't have to be upset with yourself. You gave me exactly what I wanted. What I needed." I blink, feeling the sting of tears at the back of my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall.

Nate's inhale is slow and steady as he studies me. I'm terrified this may be the calm before the storm. He shifts toward me a bit, cupping my nape in his big hand. "What did you mean by 'Not him'? What am I missing, Rhonda? Are we talking about an ex-boyfriend, or what?" He looks deeply into my eyes, so deeply I begin to panic internally. Can he see it hiding inside me—the wreckage of my heart and Lorenzo's destruction of my soul?

Trying to hold myself together, I tear my gaze from his and sink my teeth into my bottom lip for a few seconds. I inhale deeply. Shakily. And then I find the strength to meet his blue eyes with my brown ones. "The last piece of chocolate that I ate earlier … the message said 'Do what feels right.' Nate, you feel right to me. Let's not make this about anything or anyone else."

He's still confused and tense. But I've always heard sex is the best distraction there is … and considering I've listened to most guys fall asleep afterward? Maybe it'd help him relax.

I lean in, kissing him hard, and when his mouth opens on a moan, I take full advantage, slipping my tongue in to tangle with his. We kiss with feverish, frantic strokes, our bodies heating once again. His hand slides down to my waist, squeezing, before moving to my hip and then palming my ass cheek. Moaning into his mouth, I slip one leg over his and grind my clit on his thigh. Shock waves of pleasure roll through me, and if I had any doubts about being physically okay to go another round, they fall effortlessly from my head.

Nate emits another groan as I push him onto his back, straddle his waist, and lie on top of him, his rapidly hardening cock between us, hot against my stomach. I nip at his lower lip before fusing our mouths.

He feels so good, so right, his smooth, hot skin against mine, and as we continue to kiss and touch. He grabs my ass with both hands, guiding my hips so my wet pussy rubs over his hard length. Up. Down. Up. Down. We're like wild animals, clawing and groping, mouths fiercely ravaging each other.

Nate trembles beneath me. "Fuck, you feel good. Your pussy is soaked. You're gonna make me come just like this." He nips at my neck, licks over the spot, then claims it again, sucking hard.

I squirm, crazed and desperate. The feel of his dick sliding up and down through the folds of my sex makes me shudder with want. I'm so turned on that I want to scream, but all I can do is pant and whimper. A wave of heat rolls through me, making me gasp as my orgasm smacks into me. "Oh, God. Nate. Fuck. Yes." My eyes roll back in my head as the intensity of the sensations overwhelms me. I'm dizzy as I find his mouth again, kissing him deeply as the last of the pulses of pleasure die out.

Below me, he clenches my ass in his hands as he rubs me over him in quick strokes. Oh shit, that's hot. I hold his head between my hands, watching how the desire flickers in his eyes. The way his jaw clenches hard. And the way his lips part as he mumbles incoherently.

"Fuck. Rhonda," he gasps, and then his entire body goes rigid as he comes. He jerks and growls through it, finally going limp, eyes closing.

After a few seconds, I shift, my eyes widening. His cum is all over both our abdomens where we're so tightly pressed together. "Whoa," I whisper in awe.

Nate peeks at me through one open eye like a pirate. "Whoa?"

"That was …"

"Really damn good. I fucking told you. You believe me now? I meant it."

My flushed face heats even further, and I nod. "Got it." I'm pleased I've sufficiently distracted him from my overshare earlier, at least for now. Slowly, I push back until I sit upright, peering down at our mess.

He smirks, then reaches out and drags his finger through the cum on my stomach in quick strokes.

I half-heartedly swatted at him but also wondered what he was thinking. "What …?"

With a chuckle, he rasps, "I wrote my name on you," then plucks me from on top of him and rolls me onto my back.

I sputter with laughter. "You're weird." What I want to say is Damn. My stomach flutters inside.

"I'm possessive." I know a glint in his eye has something to do with what I said before, but he doesn't push it. Climbing from the bed, he heads for the attached bathroom and, a minute later, comes back with some tissues to clean me up. He swipes gently over my skin, then kisses my lips. "Mine."

I grin, tilting my head to the side. "Yeah?"

He nods. "You'd better fucking believe it." He rests his hands on either side of my head and leans in, sealing our mouths together in a fiery battle of our tongues.

We're both so preoccupied, lost in the moment, that we almost miss the quick succession of notification chimes on Nate's phone. When he winces, I pat his shoulder, shaking my head. "It's okay. Go check it."

His pants are on the floor where he'd kicked them off earlier, and he makes a quick dive for them, thrusting his hand into the pocket. Quickly, he flicks his phone open, checking his messages. "Oh shit." He runs his hand roughly through his hair. "Fuck. I gotta go."

"What's wrong?" I wet my lips as my brow furrows, noting the worry sliding over his features.

"It's the wife. Power's out, kids are scared. She's not sure what's going on."

"Oh shit." On the one hand, I'm worried for Nate's family if he is … but on the other, I feel an overwhelming sense of relief that he won't be staying. Because it's only a matter of time before—

Nate looks pointedly at me as he drags his clothes back on. "This isn't over, Rhonda. I get what you were doing." He looks at me with steely determination. "You'll eventually trust me enough to let me into your head, just like you let me into your body."

My stomach churns as I blink up at him. "I don't know how." And my traitorous lips tremble.

He doesn't miss it either, and he grits his teeth, clearly frustrated. But whether it's directed at me or the fact that he has to go, I can't tell. "I don't want to leave you."

"But you have to, Nate. Go. Take care of your family. I-I'll be okay." And I might be, so long as I focus on all the good Nate just showed me and forget how Lorenzo is spiraling out of control.