Divine Obsession (GodHood #2)

Chapter 36

Present

The elevator doors slid open to a sea of red. Francesca had gone all out for her birthday – red balloons tied in clusters floated along the high ceilings, the light casting a crimson glow on the polished floors. The bass from the music boomed through the air as I stepped into the chaos. The crowd was massive, a mix of her family, friends, and a few faces I recognized from the business.

I scanned the room, looking for Zach. I knew he’d gotten here hours ago to grill Maria with questions.

I’d never seen him take longer than a few hours to carry a hit through.

I didn’t know what his plan was with her anymore but it had already been almost two months since he’d found out who she really was – the assassin that almost took him out a couple years back in Mexico.

If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought he was in love with the girl.

Too bad the only thing his heart was big enough for, was the Cartel and basketball.

For a moment, my words rang true. Zach was on a couch on the other side of the room, talking with Tony – girls all around them.

But then, he turned his face away from the girl trying to climb him, pushing her off unapologetically. The blonde didn’t care; simply moved on to Tony, who already had two other girls on his lap and welcomed her happily.

I snarled. Not in the mood for that guy.

The crowd thickened as I moved further in, and my instincts sharpened. Too many people, too many variables.

I was by the edge of the dancefloor when I saw her.

Last time I’d seen her, had been her a couple of weeks ago; each too busy working on their own side of the job. And me needing to clear my head of her pretty brown eyes and soft hair.

The first thing I noticed was her dress, baby pink latex and short, the kind that clung to her in a way that made it impossible not to look. She was dancing, her body moving in time with the music.

Someone moved from my view and my eyes zeroed in on her hands resting lightly on the chest of a guy.

I stopped in my tracks.

His hands on her hips, far too comfortable. He leaned in, close enough to speak directly into her ear.

My muscles tensed with a dark, illogical possessiveness.

I wasn’t stupid enough to think I had any claim over her anymore.

But there was something about the way she danced, like she was completely at ease, that chipped away at the control I’d built around her.

Natalia didn’t do casual. She didn’t let her guard down.

Except with me.

Or so I thought.

My hands flexed at my side, and my mind blanked.

I closed the distance in a matter of seconds, blood roaring in my ears louder than the music. Pushing through the crowd, my eyes stayed locked on her. And when I reached her, I didn’t hesitate.

My hand shot out, shoving the guy back hard enough to make him stumble. “Get lost,” I growled, my voice low and sharp.

I recognized him as one of Cosa Nostra’s men.

If I didn’t kill him, Salvatore surely would.

He straightened, confused and angry, but one look at my face wiped whatever argument he was about to make. He raised his hands and backed away, disappearing into the crowd without a word. Smart guy.

Natalia spun around, her expression a mix of shock and fury. “What the hell, Trevor?!”

Her eyes blazed, and for a second, I almost felt bad. Almost .

“We need to talk.”

“Talk? Are you kidding me right now?”

“Yeah. Why? You had something else more important to do?”

She looked at me, her anger mixing into something I couldn’t place. She lowered her eyes, shaking her head. “You don’t get to do this,” She said quietly, barely audible over the music. “Not anymore. No .”

I leaned in until there was barely any space between us. “You’re out here with some guy’s hands all over you, and I don’t get to do this?”

She lifted her chin defiantly, her eyes cold and hard as steel. “I’m allowed to dance, Trevor. Or do you think you’re still the one that gets to control me?”

I stepped closer, crowding her space, nodding as I spoke. “Damn right, I am.”

Her pillowy lips parted with an incredulous scoff.

The way she looked at me…

Defiant. Angry. Unyielding.

It stirred something primal inside me – something I couldn’t shove down – no matter how hard I tried.

I knew she could see it in pitch-black eyes.

“ Trevor ,” She warned, her voice dropping with unease. “ Walk. Away .”

“ Not. Happening .”

When she didn’t back down either, I reached for her arm, my grip firm but not rough, dragging her off the dance floor before she could object.

“Let go of me!” She snapped, struggling against my hold, but I didn’t stop, pushing us through the crowd with single-minded determination.

“Let go of me, you caveman!” I pulled at my hand, stumbling over my feet in my platform stilettos as Trevor pulled us deeper into one of the guest rooms. “You don’t get to manhandle me!” I hissed, yanking my wrist free.

Trevor turned to face me, so abruptly, I almost walked straight into his chest. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t keep fucking pushing me.”

“What is your problem?” I was so angry, I was shaking. “We’re not together! You don’t get to act like the jealous boyfriend anymore!”

Before I could react, his hand was around my throat, squeezing as he pulled me into his hard torso. “Do you need another reminder of your birthday, amai ?”

I didn’t think.

I slapped him.

My hand connected sharply with his cheek, my palm stinging.

He let go off me – more out of anger than hurt – taking a single step back to keep his cool.

“You’ve changed…” He chuckled darkly, rubbing the spot where I hit him.

“I have changed. I found myself. I thrived and glowed after you.” My breathing shook. Tears burned in my eyes. “I grew wings without you.”

“I’ll crush your fucking wings.” Trevor’s gaze darkened as he took a step into me.

“ Fucking. Try. Me .”

He cocked his head, something almost sinister passing through his onyx eyes. “You think I won’t?”

I knew he’d try.

I wouldn’t let him hurt me this time.

“You think you can just come back after everything? You don’t get to come and go as you please, Trevor. All of this ,” – I mocked, motioning between us – “Whatever this was between us, it was over the moment you left!”

“Over?” He frowned and tilted his head forward, almost like he was trying to hear me better.

I swallowed, my breathing settling. “That’s what I said.”

“Really?” He inched closer.

“ Yes. ”

“Then why’d you beg me to eat your pussy before coming all over my hand, while your party was on the other side of the door? Hm ?”

My eyes turned to slits. “Don’t you know to never turn a one-night stand into a relationship?”

He paused, his face dropping, along with his sharp words. “What the fuck did you just say?”

I forced myself to hold my own. “You heard me.”

He stepped into me, until his breath was fanning over my lips. “Say it again. I fucking dare you .”

I gritted my teeth. “ One. Night. Stand .”

He scoffed, looking off to the side and nodding slightly, his tongue running over his teeth.

Then… He was walking away.

I immediately relaxed, releasing a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

But when he stopped by the door, he didn’t touch the handle.

He locked it.

My heart sank.

“Let’s make it a two-night stand.”

He stalked lazily towards me, loosening his tie and pulling on his collar.

Before I could do or say anything, he was on me, throwing me on the bed like I weighed nothing.

“Trevor–” I gasped, feeling his hard-on pressing into my ass. When I tried to push myself up on my hands, he grabbed them, pulling them behind my back. Then he was tying me up. “What are you doing?!”

Was that… His tie ?

I pulled at my wrists but they were secured together, the soft material silky against my skin.

His rough hands flowed down my body, grabbing my waist and pushing me into the mattress. His mouth pressed against my ear. “Do you remember our safe word, baby?”

“Fuck you!”

He chuckled darkly as his other hand pulled down on my dress’ zipper that went all the way down my back. “Say ‘break’ and I’ll stop.”

Break.

Fucking. Break.

Of course, I remembered it. We’d agreed on it after getting risky at his place off campus. I’d gotten shy, and he thought I was scared. So, here we were.

A violent shiver ripped through me when I felt his knuckles brush the valley of my ass.

Since my dress was strapless, I was out of it the moment Trevor pulled the zipper down, the loose fabric falling to my sides.

I gasped again when he flipped me onto my back, pulling the dress away and throwing it somewhere on the floor. His hands wrapped around my thighs as he pulled me down the mattress, and I felt my breasts bounce with the movement.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. Again .

Hadn’t needed to with the dress’ inbuilt support.

A rough hand circled my tummy before he palmed one of my breasts. A masculine groan of approval rumbled in his chest, and his breath fanned softly against my wet panties. The look in his eyes made the blood burn in my veins.

“You’re a psychopath,” I breathed out.

He smirked, eyes still on me, as his tongue darted out, licking the edge of my bikini area, making my back arch off the mattress in anticipation. He did the same on the other side, again and again, until I was squirming underneath him. Closing in, he pushed his tongue under my thong. The wet warmth at my entrance shot stars behind my eyes.

Straightening, his hands fisted around the thin band of my pink thong. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

I watched Trevor for a moment before reluctantly doing so. “ I hate you ,” I groaned, squirming against the silky feel of the sheets.

I hated that I needed this.

But it’d been too long, and knowing that he wasn’t going to make it easy for me to find another guy, and that he knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it…

What was the worst that could happen?

Fuck it.

The arrogant smirk on his face grew, making me roll my eyes as he pulled my thong down. My stomach tensed when I felt the wet warmth of his mouth, slowly ascend. He licked around one of my nipples before going up to my neck. I groaned, my body arching into him.

Then his rough hand was palming me between the legs and I felt how embarrassingly wet I was.

“You might hate me, amai …” Trevor murmured, his lips brushing mine. “But your pussy is head over heels for me, baby.”

I groaned, hating how fucking good this felt. “ Asshole .”

He flipped me over again, a hard slap landing on my ass. “ Smartass. ” He spanked me – hard , again and again – until I unwillingly whimpered into the sheets. “What? Nothing to say now?”

He licked up the valley of my back, his tongue gliding over the inked Awakened by the divine feminine within. on my spine.

A small scream escaped my lips when he bit my ass cheek – rough enough I was sure he’d left a mark, if not drawn blood – before morphing into a moan when he smoothed the pain away with his tongue.

“Nah. You love this, don’t you? You love this shit. That’s why you can’t stop.”

I felt his tongue swipe past my back entrance before dipping down to my pussy and circling my clit. It only took a couple of strokes for my orgasm to build up.

My toes curled and my knees bent until my ankles brushed my ass.

But then he stopped.

I felt a slow kiss exactly on my entrance, his tongue licking over once. “You want me to make you come, amai ?”

I groaned in frustration, refusing to play his game.

One more lick. From my clit, all the way to my ass. I shuddered violently.

“Tell me what you want or I’m walking out and leaving you tied up like this.”

The audacity of this man.

Sexual frustration bubbled up inside me, exploding before I could stop myself. The words left me in a breathless struggle. “Eat me out or shut. The. Fuck. Up .”

Everything stopped for a moment.

Anticipation coiled in my tummy. What was he going to do?

My thighs clenched when I felt him touch my opening, before sliding my wetness up. His thumb circled my back entrance before pushing in slowly. Instinctively, I squeezed around him, hissing as my back arched and I unintentionally took him deeper.

“You’re lucky it turns me on when you fight back.”

Then his mouth closed around my clit, sucking, as he pushed his thumb further into my ass.

It only took a few seconds before he pushed me over the edge and I was coming hard – like never before.

It just kept going on and on, until I wanted – no, needed more.

He didn’t stop, and before I knew it, I was chasing my next orgasm.

Trevor released me with a slurp, simply placing his tongue flat on my pussy.

Without thinking, I rolled my hips, grinding back into his face and rubbing my clit up and down his tongue.

His hand moved with my ass, his thumb pumping in and out.

My skin was slick with sweat. My hair, messy. My face, blushed.

I needed to come again like I needed air.

Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, his other hand came up; brushing my ass before he pushed two fingers into my pussy. A gasp turned moan escaped me as I buried my face in the sheets. He curled his fingers, hitting the spot inside me that made me crazy, and I rolled my hips faster, feeling so full but so good… I needed more.

“ Please, please, please !” Those feminine, high-pitched whimpers didn’t sound like me. But it was.

When undeniable pleasure moved through my entire body in never-ending waves – I was too gone to care.

The party buzzed around us, a haze of laughter and music, the city skyline glittering through the massive windows. I leaned closer to Kali, who was lounging against the arm of the couch, her glass of champagne catching the light.

“What does amai mean?” I asked casually, keeping my voice low enough that no one else could hear over the music.

She blinked, surprised by the question, then tilted her head thoughtfully. “It means sweet .”

My breath hitched, but I masked it quickly, nodding as if it was a passing curiosity. “ Sweet ,” I echoed. “Japanese?”

“Yeah.” Kali’s siren eyes lingered on me for a moment too long, like she was trying to read between the lines. She took another sip of her drink. “It’s a nice word. Why do you ask?”

“Just heard it somewhere,” I waved it off.

But the truth buzzed under my skin, hotter than the room, louder than the music.

Sweet.

The word looped in my mind, soft and foreign, like it didn’t belong to me.

Like it couldn’t possibly be something he had been calling me all these years.

Yet every time Trevor said it, there had been that undercut of something.

A sharp edge hidden in velvet, a weight I never wanted to acknowledge.

Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Natalia sat across from me, on another couch, talking with my sister and their girlfriends. We’d returned to the party around ten minutes ago after she let me eat that sweet, soft pussy of hers.

She’d made no move to want to go further. I could tell by the look on her face, the fact that we’d done this again after swearing we hated each other, was freaking her out. So, I suggested we go back to the party.

We couldn’t have been in that room for longer than ten minutes.

She’d needed my help pulling the zipper of her dress back up, all the way – and she’d barely been able to stand, using the frame of the bed for support.

When she uncrossed her legs, only to switch them, her thighs were still shaking.

I licked my lips, still tasting her.

My hand itched to touch her again, still feeling her tight ass squeeze around my thumb.

A couple of minutes later, I spotted Zach exiting the same hallway I’d gone down with Natalia. Except, he wasn’t alone. Behind him, two of his soldiers – Sebastián and Joaquín, who happened to be brothers – followed behind, both carrying a large duffel bag together. Money? Drugs?

When I scanned the party again, I saw Zach was one soldier short.

After walking them to the elevator, he came back to where we were on the couches. He took a seat on the edge, right by Maria, throwing his arm around her.

Sat on the adjacent edge, to his other side, one of my eyebrows raised slightly when Maria didn’t push him away, but instead almost… Relaxed? Into his side.

“Losing focus, I see,” I spoke low enough, only for him to hear me.

His jaw clenched, turning away from the conversation with Gìovanni and some other Cosa Nostra men, to look at me. “At least I went for it.”

My eyes darted to Natalia, and my own jaw clicked with tension. Why couldn’t I go for it?

Mine and Zach’s situations weren’t so different. Maria didn’t want him, and Natalia didn’t want me. However, that didn’t stop him from making Maria his anyway.

So, why did I refuse to take what was mine?

I fucking knew why.

The past was a dangerous thing. A constant reminder that she was a Moretti.

I couldn’t fucking trust her, no matter how bad I wanted to.

“ ?Lo mataste? Eso es demasiado incluso para ti. Apenas la tocó. ”

I almost laughed at the way he looked at me – both confused and curious as to how I knew what he’d done. Of course, I knew Sebastián and Joaquín had carried out a body in that gym duffel bag.

“ Les hice saber a mis soldados que ella estaba fuera de sus límites. él sabía lo que estaba haciendo .”

And right again; he was, in fact, shorter a soldier than at the beginning of the night.

The morning after Francesca’s nightclub opening, I’d met with Zach, and he’d told me the truth about Maria. How she was the assassin that tried to take him out almost three years ago in Mexico. The assassin he’d been searching for non-stop like a maniac ever since.

The only problem? She had no idea who he was. Didn’t remember.

It was why I’d started asking Natalia questions about her childhood best friend. They’d grown up together in a Bronx orphanage after all. Natalia must’ve known something. And I was proven right when she and Kali spoke openly about Maria’s ex-career because we were all from the same world.

I stole another glance at them – seeing how unguarded Maria was around Zach. Relaxed into his side… His arm around her shoulders…

Two things I knew in that moment.

He was in love with the girl.

And she would tear his heart apart.