Chapter 44
ONE MONTH LATER
Present
Friday night was uneventful as usual. I didn’t really go out as much as I used to; I’d gotten all that out of my system in college. Partying with Kali and Francesca – and Maria since she got back to New York – was always an experience.
I hadn’t confronted my father or Gìo yet – just kept my distance and avoided all communication. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.
I hadn’t gone over to dad’s and Ines’ for Sunday dinner in a month, or helped with the Moretti’s criminal business except for the Yakuza job it concerned Trevor too. I’d also quit helping Gìo with the club.
An entire month passed since my first date with Trevor. Things had changed between us – drastically – making me believe there could actually be a future for us.
I was still nowhere near where Trevor was. He was talking about me being it . Him being the only one for me. That he and I were the only option…
It was making my head spin.
He was being unbelievably direct. Yet I was still finding it hard to trust him.
Trevor took me on dinner dates every other night or so, depending on my mood. He’d originally wanted to do that every night, but I told him I couldn’t handle going out that much.
Every Saturday, however, was actual ‘Date Night’, meaning he planned a whole day for us, down to every detail.
So far, that had involved a private night at the New York Public Library; a private tour and a candlelit dinner between the bookshelves.
Booking the entire MET for a private viewing, because he knew my love for fashion – with dinner in the Temple of Dendur.
A helicopter ride, which toured the whole of NYC, giving otherworldly views of my personal favorite iconic landmarks; Central Park and the Empire State Building. After the flight, Trevor drove us in his Ferrari to the GE Building in Rockefeller Center, where we went all the way to the sixty-fifth floor to have dinner at The Rainbow Room, with a to-die-for view of The Empire State Building – inspired by one of my favorite movies, Sleepless in Seattle . Our first date.
Throughout everything, the cybersecurity job was still our main focus. Although no crucial advances had been made, we had the advantage of surprise. Since no one except myself, Trevor, and our fathers knew about the progress, we weren’t worried about information getting out. We just had to find the rat in his soldiers.
Almost every night, Trevor came over to my apartment, where we worked hard at my kitchen island.
We hadn’t had sex since that night he broke into my place. And he hadn’t made any more advances either.
Except he refused to actually leave.
And instead, insisted on sleeping in my bed every night .
He didn’t try anything.
But me not sleeping in his arms or refusing to hug, was completely off the table.
It was just another night for me. I didn’t have a meeting with Trevor tonight to work on the job since he was busy with the Dynasty , and would probably not make it over to my place for the first time all month. So after staying in, doing my usual full-body self-care, and watching my show, I decided to call it a night.
Considering every ‘Date Night’ escalated in dramatics, I couldn’t even guess what Trevor would do tomorrow. All I could do was get a good night’s sleep and try to mentally prepare. A small smile coasted my lips as I got in bed; the excitement in my tummy making it almost impossible to fall asleep.
My apartment was dark, only illuminated by the yellow city lights, when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist. A soft kiss on my neck. My back pressed against his hard muscles. He pushed his other arm between me and the mattress, pulling me closer. Another kiss, on my shoulder.
“Wake up, amai . We got somewhere to be.”
“What time is it?” I groaned, sleepily.
He chuckled. “Not even eleven p.m..”
I groaned in protest, still half-asleep. For a second, I regretted not making more of a fuss when he got a copy made of my penthouse access key. Now he could technically come and leave whenever he wanted. I should’ve known better than to assume he would let a night go by without sleeping in the same bed as me.
He chuckled softly. “Come on, baby. You can sleep on the plane.”
I frowned. “What?”
“I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Trevor…” I groaned in the pillow again, eyes still closed.
His hand slid over my waist, settling over my lower tummy in assurance. “Trust me with this.”
I sighed. “How long are we staying?”
“I could have you back Sunday afternoon. Or…” His arms tightened around me as he spoke low in my ear. “We could stay for as long as you want.”
I pressed my lips together, fighting a smile. “I’ll only pack a small bag…”
“Anything you need, I’ll get it for you there.” He kissed my neck making me laugh as I pushed him off me to get ready.
“ Of course, you own a jet ,” I muttered as the SUV came to a stop in front of the private plane.
Trevor got out first, holding the car door open and giving me his hand. I took it, hopping out, a large Louis Vuitton handbag hanging off my arm.
He raised a brow. “So do you.”
He interlocked his fingers with mine as we walked the short distance and up the stairs.
“ No , I don’t,” I replied making my way down the spacious aisle before slumping down on one of the soft seats. The jet was breathtaking – luxurious and designed with neutral colors. “My father does.”
Trevor took a deep breath, sitting down next to me and throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Your father wouldn’t have anything without you cyber-protecting his money and covering the Family’s dirty tracks. Same goes for me with the Su Dynasty. Give yourself more credit.”
I smiled, leaning in and placing a kiss on his cheek.
When I slightly pulled back, I froze, realizing what I’d done.
Trevor slowly turned to face me, and when I looked up, our eyes met. His hand cupped the side of my face before he leaned in, kissing me so soft and with a sweet pull.
I breathed hard, and so did he.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured against my lips. “I know I promised I wouldn’t–”
I pressed my lips to his, moaning into the kiss. His hand went into my hair, tugging and pulling, as he kissed me harder.
It’d only been a month, but… It’d been too long .
I pushed off my seat and jumped onto his lap, straddling him. His hands lowered to my ass, pushing underneath my loungewear pants and grabbing me roughly.
My hands held onto his neck as he kissed me deeper – all hungry and possessive. I panted when he sucked on my tongue. It was… Depraved .
I instinctively rolled my hips into him, feeling his hard-on press right against my core.
“Excuse me, Mr Su. We’re ready for take-off.”
My eyes widened at the stewardess’ voice, and I immediately broke the kiss. Turning the opposite way, towards the window, I hid my face behind Trevor’s.
“Thank you. We’re good,” He replied distractively, his arms sliding up and tightening around my waist.
A small laugh of agreement. “Captain asks that you wear your seatbelts until further notice.”
“Thank you. We’re good,” He repeated, his words slightly more pressed as he left another kiss on my neck.
“ Trevor ,” I whispered in his ear, lifting my shoulder and closing his access. “Don’t be rude.”
As I moved back into my seat, I noticed the flight attendant was already gone.
I could tell there was an intense blush on my face by the burn on my cheekbones. Trevor looked at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek.
“You gon tell me where we’re going now?”
He smirked. “You’ll see.”
“Oh, my God! Paris?!”
After sleeping for another six hours on the jet in Trevor’s arms while he worked on something on his laptop, and taking another hour to wake up, get ready and eat a small breakfast, the Eiffel Tower appeared below us.
Trevor smiled. “You like it?”
I scoffed. “ Like it? I love Paris! I’ve been meaning to go since college!”
“I know,” He replied somberly, watching me with a specific look in his eyes.
I looked back at him, feeling the same look burning into my eyes, filled with unspoken words.
We landed at one in the afternoon. Trevor had the men waiting for us at the airport take our bags to a hotel, while we left in another SUV that took us straight into the heart of the city.
Paris felt like a dream the moment we stepped out into the bustling heart of the city. The sun was shining hot, a soft summer breeze in the air.
Trevor reached for my hand as we began our walk, and for hours, we wandered the cobblestone streets, carefree.
We stopped at a tiny bakery for pastries that were easily five stars. Trevor couldn’t resist the éclairs, and I savored a perfect almond croissant while we sat on a bench, watching people stroll by with their little dogs and bicycles.
The rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of landmarks: the majestic Eiffel Tower up close, the hauntingly beautiful Notre Dame, and charming little shops tucked into narrow alleyways.
Lunch was an entirely different level of romantic. Trevor had arranged for a private yacht to take us on a leisurely tour of the Seine. We dined on the deck, enjoying freshly prepared delicacies while the city’s landmarks drifted by – the Louvre, the Musée d’Orsay, the ornate bridges, and the historic facades that seemed untouched by time. I sipped champagne as we floated under Pont Alexandre III, the golden statues glinting in the afternoon light.
By the time we made it to the Four Seasons Hotel George V Paris, I was exhausted. The suite was unsurprisingly luxurious – marble bathrooms, gorgeous French windows overlooking the city, beautiful décor, and the comfiest bed I’d ever laid on.
We had two hours to freshen up and relax before dinner. I took a long bath while Trevor handled a few emails, and when I emerged, several dresses waited for me to pick between them.
Dinner was at Jules Verne , the legendary restaurant at the top of the Eiffel Tower. As we ascended in the private elevator, the city twinkled beneath us like a field of stars. Our table was near the window, offering an unparalleled view of Paris at night. The food was so good – each course a masterpiece of flavor and presentation. We laughed, we talked, and for a while, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.
When dessert came, Trevor leaned back in his chair, watching me with that look in his eyes again – the one I couldn’t quite name, but that left me breathless every time. As we gazed out over the glowing city, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the kind of magic people wrote about in love stories.
After dinner, Trevor suggested a walk, and we found ourselves walking along the Pont des Arts, the famous Love-Lock Bridge. Trevor pulled a small silver lock from his suit pocket, already engraved with our initials. When he handed me the key, I paused, looking up at him for a moment. The air between us buzzed, full of something that undeniably felt a lot like amour .
This time, when he leaned down, I didn’t stop him. My hands came up, pulling him close, holding onto the sides of his neck as he kissed me deep and slow.
Together we fastened the lock to the bridge, the metal clicking softly into place. I held the key tightly for a moment, feeling the weight of what it symbolized, before tossing it into the Seine below, watching as it disappeared into the moonlit water.
Trevor slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close as we stood there, gazing out at the city and the reflections of the lights dancing on the river.
It felt like time had stopped.
In that perfect moment, it was just us and the City of Love.
I laughed as Trevor kissed my neck in the hallway leading to our hotel suite. When I got the door open, I paused, my breath hitching.
The warm, flickering glow of countless candles illuminated the space, their light dancing on the polished marble and casting soft, golden shadows on the walls. The faint scent of roses hung in the air, a trail of petals decorating the floor. It started at the doorway, and led to the suite’s living room, before scattering in all directions.
A blush coasted my cheekbones at the fact that Trevor hadn’t made the rose-petal trail lead to the bed. Maybe he could be a gentleman when he wanted.
“Trevor,” I breathed, unable to take it all in at once. My voice caught in my throat as I turned to him. “This is so sweet.”
He hugged me from behind, his hands circling my waist. “I wanted tonight to be special,” He murmured, his voice deep and smooth in my ear.
I felt my chest tighten, my heart caught between emotions I’d never felt before. “I love it. It’s beautiful,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“ It is .”
When I turned my face to his, his ebony eyes were already on mine – dark and intense.
I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say.”
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. “I don’t need words,” He said softly, his dark eyes holding mine. “Seeing you like this is enough.”
The intensity in his gaze left me breathless. He took my hand in his, guiding me towards the balcony. The moment we stepped outside, the Eiffel Tower began sparkling again. No matter how many times I’d seen it happen in a night, I couldn’t get enough.
We stood there, in silence, taking it in; him behind me with his arms around my waist.
“Trevor,” I began, looking at him over my shoulder. He hummed, nodding slightly, urging me to continue. “I think I’m ready.”
He frowned in that charming way of his. “I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
“It’s okay. I’m sure.”
Something sparked in his eyes that made my blood turn liquid fire. “Will you be my girlfriend, Natalia?”
A small, shy smile upturned my lips. “ Yes .”
His hand came up, cupping my face as his eyes let me see so deep inside him, I couldn’t possibly believe cold, detached Trevor Kaito Su could feel. “I love you, Natalia.”
It was more than a confession.
It was a rough promise to never let me go.
“I love you, too.”
As he drew me into his arms, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just us, wrapped in the glow of love and candlelight, in a night I knew I would never forget.
Within moments, I was laughing as he dropped me on the bed, making me bounce. Holding my weight in my elbows I watched Trevor at the foot of the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt torturously slow before pulling it off his shoulders.
Dark skin. Muscles. And power.
Next, was the belt. Then his trousers and boxers.
My eyes unwillingly traveled down to his hard-on, making me press my thighs together, already feeling the anticipation aching between them.
I laughed when he dragged me down the mattress by the ankles, but when he dipped between my legs, nothing was funny anymore. Just intense, wet and hot.
He only managed to get in a couple strokes and licks before I was groaning in overwhelming pleasure and sexual frustration, tugging on his short curly hair and urging him to place his manly weight on top of me.
“ Natalia ,” He warned, clutching my thighs tighter, making no effort to stop.
“Please. I need you right now,” I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling aggressively. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Trevor’s dark gaze burned me like soot. “Then come faster on my face so I can give you my cock next.”
When he went back to licking between my folds, his tongue teasing me, I threw my head back into the pillows. Not even a moment later, I was coming – hard.
I was still feeling the aftermath of the orgasm when he climbed between my legs – each movement careful; strategic to show off his muscular figure. As he leaned in, I leaned back until I hit the pillows.
As soon as he was above me, I couldn’t resist running my hands over his arms – biceps and shoulders – and as much of his back as I could reach.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly.” He murmured, his ebony eyes fixated on mine as his tip rubbed up and down my slit.
He pushed inside me. Slow. Deep. Raw.
I clawed at his back, him kissing my neck as he stretched me as much as I could go. Then he stroked in almost softly. Slow. Deep. Raw. But soft .
My breath hitched like we’d already been at it for hours instead of minutes. “Oh, my God… Trevor… I… I…”
“Too much?” He murmured, keeping the same pace – slow, deep, soft . “I don’t think it’s enough.”
I whimpered, feeling myself getting wetter with each eye-rolling grind of his hips.
He smirked, grabbing one of my wrists and stopping my nails from slashing his back. Instead, he guided my hand to my lower stomach, his rough palm above mine. Then pressed.
I choked on air when I felt him move inside me, touching me so deep I knew I’d never be the same.
“Do you feel that?” He murmured, his mouth touching the corner of my lips.
My back arched into him when he felt so good, tears gathered in my eyes.
“Do you?” He repeated softly after kissing me once – deep, slow, wet.
“I do.”
“What about this?” He rasped, guiding my other palm to his chest, above his heart. I could feel it thundering beneath.
“ Yes .”
“That’s me tying my soul to yours.” One of his hands came up to my face, brushing my cheek, before going into my hair and pulling me closer, his nose brushing mine. “Kiss me, amai. ”
My eyes shot up to his and the connection was so intense it pulled us both together like an unnatural force. But it was the most natural thing I’d ever experienced.
We sealed it with a perfect kiss.
“I’m going to make love to you now, baby.”
We made love that night, which only made me realize he’d been making love to me for long before.
He kissed me deep and honest, murmuring I love you into my ear.
First in English, then in all the other languages he spoke.
Je t'aime tellement.
Ti amo, dolcezza.
Te amo. Me vuelve loco.
Koishiteru, amai.
The following night, we made it back to our suite after a full day of visiting and a memorable dinner at the three-Michelin-star restaurant Le Cinq , located in our Four Seasons hotel.
“Just a second, baby,” Trevor excused himself, taking a phone call on the balcony as I headed into the bedroom to change out of my dress and heels.
Laying on the luxurious bed, I checked my phone. As I was going through my missed calls, I caught Maria’s name and couldn’t stop my smile. I’d called her earlier, only for Zach to answer. Something about being busy. I snorted. There was only one thing they were busy doing. It was why they’d both gone off the radar for the past week.
When Trevor came back ten minutes later, frustration was obvious in the tension in his shoulders, no matter how he tried to hide it.
“Something wrong?”
“Just the cybersecurity job. It’s a fucking mess.” When he looked up and saw my slightly concerned face, he shook his head, pulling on his tie and loosening his collar. “Sorry, amai . Please don’t worry about it.”
Abandoning my phone, I walked over to him, my hands settling on his chest and shoulders. “You seem tense.”
He hummed in agreement without much thought, his rough hands finding my waist over the silky material of my pink robe.
“Maybe I can help you with that.”
He paused, his eyes coming up to mine from my lips. “Yeah?”
“Sit down, playboy .”
Trevor fell back on the bed when I pushed him, though I knew he was only indulging me.
I slowly pulled my silk robe apart and let it fall to the floor, resting my hands on my hips. “Feel better?”
His eyes went wide, taking in my naughty, black lingerie set with garters and everything else in between.
“I forgot what I was mad about,” He murmured, his burning gaze touching my cleavage, down to my flat stomach and thighs.
“Get comfortable.”
He didn’t hesitate to lift his hips to man-spread further, leaning back on his hands, as I seductively walked the short distance to him. Stopping between his legs, I climbed his lap, making sure to not lower myself and keep touching to a minimum.
With my arms around his neck, I leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I’ve never danced for a man before.” I fisted his tie in one hand, lightly tugging on it. “Will you be my first?”
A masculine groan of approval rumbled in his chest, sending a rush of adrenaline through my veins. “ Natalia …”
“Is that a yes ?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Pulling away, I tossed my hair over my other shoulder, slowly moving my body to the rhythm of the slightly distant music.
The balcony window-doors were open, letting in the late summer breeze – the light curtains flowing in the wind – and the music coming from a rooftop party in the neighboring building.
As I rolled my hips – still not touching Trevor – his gaze dropped to my cleavage inches away from his face before lowering even further to in-between my legs. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his hands locking on my hips as he roughly pulled me down so I was pressed against the hard-on in his pants.
I tsk-ed lightly, grabbing his hands in one smooth move and resting them back on the bed. “Touching the dancers isn’t allowed.”
He smirked, running his tongue over his teeth, leaning back to let me keep going.
This time, I didn’t lift my weight, and instead rolled my hips into him, rubbing myself against him. Pleasure sparked between my legs, shooting all the way through my body, urging me to up the pressure. He groaned, frowning and tensing his jaw as he watched me circle my hips into his hard length. I smirked, seeing his hands fist the bed sheets.
“I’m really not supposed to get this close with clients,” I breathed out when my forehead rested against his, our heavy breaths becoming one.
“That so?” He murmured, pulling my bra cups down, freeing my breasts so he could fist them in his rough hands.
“ Mhm . I could get fired.”
“Hm. Bit late for that don’t you think?”
I bit my lip to stop from smiling that he was going along with the roleplay. My hips continued rolling into him, every time a different angle or speed to match the music.
“Guess I should be careful then,” He murmured, lowering his head to kiss my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. The sounds of ripping fabric made my pulse spike. I watched him throw my thigh and waist garters to the floors, now in pieces.
“You really should,” I whispered, tilting my head slightly to give him more access to my neck. “Don’t want to get caught.”
His smirk deepened. “And if we do?”
“Then I’m out of a job, and you’re out of luck.”
He tsked, his grip on my breasts firming just enough to make my breath hitch. “Sounds worth it to me.”
“You sure about that?” I wet my lips, rubbing myself harder against him, feeling his hard length right against my center. “I’m expensive.”
His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his lips ghosting just over mine. “Good thing I came with a full wallet.”
I laughed softly, trailing a finger down his chest, slow and teasing. “Money’s one thing, but handling me? That’s another.”
“I do love a challenge.” A rip broke through the dark room as he pulled my bra apart, throwing the scraps to the floor. “And winning .”
“You sure you can keep up, playboy ?” I breathed out when he began kissing my breasts.
His hands flexed on my ass, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Why don’t you take my cock and find out?”
Another rip that made my heartbeat drop between my legs. My thong joined the rest of my lingerie on the floor, leaving me naked.
My eyes met his with a desire so intense, I couldn’t think straight. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands were making quick work of undoing his belt and unfastening his pants. The moment I had his warm, heavy weight in my palm, my stomach flipped with anticipation.
We didn’t waste a moment longer. I lifted myself up, guiding the head of his cock between my fold and rubbing it into my wetness before lowering myself down his thick length.
“ Oh, my God ,” I half groaned, half screamed, feeling how deliciously he stretched me. I circled my hips out of desperation, moaning from how good everything he felt.
“C’mon, baby,” He murmured, his hands coming to my thighs, lifting me slightly before dropping me lower on his cock. “I know you can take me.”
“ You’re big ,” I struggled to speak, my hands clawing at his back as the pain morphed into eye-rolling pleasure.
“I’m only giving you half, amai .”
“ Oh, fuck …” I screamed as his hands gripped my hips, bouncing me up and down his hard length. The orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my pussy squeezing around him like a vice.
I was still coming when he leaned on his back on the bed, taking me with him. The moment we were horizontal, one of his hands wrapped around my body while the other dropped to my lower back, his fingers brushing my ass. Then he was lifting his hips, smashing in and out of me.
I gasped, choking on the air.
“Trevor…” I sobbed, holding onto him for dear life.
“You feel so fucking good, amai . This pussy was made just for me to ruin it, yes?”
I was too gone to answer, my body levitating – I was only trying to hold onto something.
A hard slap landed on my ass, making my eyes widen as I gasped.
“Yes?” His mouth pressed against my ear
“Trevor…”
Another slap.
“Yes?” He growled.
And another.
“Yes, God, yes!” I screamed in ecstasy, my hands holding onto the sides of his jaw, my face buried in his neck.
As my orgasm ripped through me, I felt him smash in and out of me, the head of his cock hitting my limit with each rough thrust, triggering a deeper type of pleasure – one I’d never experienced before.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, my sharp nails digging into his shoulders, needing to feel that.
A deep, masculine growl escaped his chest, his rough hands grabbing me harder. “You want my cum inside you, amai ?”
“ Please don’t stop ,” I chanted again, turning in his direction, my eyes closed as I pressed my face into his cheek. “ Never stop fucking me .”
“ Never .” Turning his face, he caught my bottom lip between his, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and kissing me passionately and raw .
Sliding me down his entire length, his hips bucked. The moment I felt his cum deep inside me, something primal inside me clawed its way to the surface of my skin. I moaned in Trevor’s mouth, kissing him so wet and messy but feeling on cloud nine as he pulled out slightly only to push even deeper inside me. Pleasure electrified through my veins until my entire body gave out.
I could barely feel my muscles as Trevor rolled us over so he was on top.
“Who can’t keep up with who?” He smirked, leaning down to kiss my neck and collarbone – his muscles bulging and tensing with each move.
“Not my fault you fuck like an animal,” I barely managed to say, still gasping for air – and having his cock still stretching me wasn’t helping.
“Not my fault you turn me into a fucking animal,” He growled, pushing both his arms between my body and mattress and wrapping them around my waist. “Tapping out already, amai ?”
“Far from.”
“ Good .” He tore a gasp from me when he stroked deep inside me, forcing me to grasp onto his huge biceps for support. “Because I’ll be using this pretty pussy for a while.”