Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ZOE
I press my lips harder against Virgilio's. He tries to push me away again, his hands coming up to my shoulders. "Zoe," he mumbles against my mouth, his voice strained.
Ignoring him, I slip my hand inside his trousers, palming him through the fabric. His breath hitches, and a low groan escapes his lips. I can feel the tension in his body, the conflict between his desire and his guilt.
"Stop," he whispers, trying to regain control of the kiss. His hands grip my arms tightly, attempting to guide me away.
"No," I say firmly, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "You can't touch me." I see the confusion and frustration in his eyes, but he doesn't protest further.
I kneel down in front of him, my fingers deftly working to remove his belt. The metal buckle clinks as I undo it, and I slide it out of the loops with a swift motion. My hands move to the waistband of his trousers, pulling them down along with his underwear. His arousal springs free, and I can see the raw need in his eyes.
I wrap my hand around him gently at first, feeling the warmth and firmness of his length. My fingers move from the base of his shaft up to the tip in a slow, deliberate motion. Virgilio's breath comes in ragged gasps, and he grips the edge of the table behind him for support.
My other hand cups his balls, massaging them lightly as I continue to stroke him. The contrast between my firm grip on his shaft and the gentle touch on his balls makes him shudder. He closes his eyes briefly, letting out another groan.
"Zoe," he whispers again, but there's no resistance in his voice now—only surrender.
I focus on every inch of him, tracing veins and ridges with my fingertips. My thumb brushes over the sensitive head of his dick, smearing the bead of pre-cum that has gathered there. Virgilio's hips jerk involuntarily at the sensation.
Slowly, I palm him from his balls to the tip over and over again. Each stroke is precise and measured, designed to drive him wild with need while keeping him teetering on the edge of control. His breathing grows heavier with each passing moment.
I can feel the power shifting between us as I maintain control over this intimate act. For once, he's completely at my mercy.
Virgilio's knuckles turn white as he grips the table harder, trying to anchor himself against the rising tide of pleasure I'm giving him. And for now, that's enough for me—to have this moment where everything else fades away except for us and this connection we share.
The tension in his body tells me he's close to losing control entirely. His breathing becomes erratic; every muscle taut with anticipation as I continue my slow torture from base to tip.
I remove my hand from his shaft and replace it with my tongue. Starting at his balls, I lick a slow, deliberate path up to the tip, savoring the salty taste of his skin. Virgilio shudders above me, a low moan escaping his lips.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick before sliding him into my mouth, inch by inch, until he hits the back of my throat. His hips jerk involuntarily.
Virgilio's hand reaches out to touch my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as if to hold me in place. Instantly, I pull back, letting his dick slip from my mouth.
"If you touch me," I warn him sternly, looking up into his desperate eyes, "I'll leave."
"Fuck" He swears harshly under his breath but nods in understanding. His hands grip the table again.
I take him back into my mouth slowly, savoring the feel of him filling me. I move at my own pace, drawing out each moment as if it were a dance between us. His breathing grows heavier with every stroke of my tongue and lips.
Each time I take him deep into my throat, a wave of satisfaction washes over me. The taste of him on my tongue and the sounds he makes—each moan and gasp—fuel a fire within me.
I draw back slightly, then take him deeper again, relishing in the way he struggles to keep himself from touching me. My movements are deliberate and slow; each motion designed to keep him teetering on the edge without allowing release.
His ragged breaths fill the room as I continue to work him with my mouth and tongue.
I can feel a growing sense of pleasure within myself as well. It’s a heady combination of control and desire that makes every moment electric. The more he writhes under my touchless command, the more empowered I feel.
I take him into my mouth again, this time with urgency. I want to push him to the brink as quickly as possible. My head bobs up and down with fervor, and I use my hand to stroke the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. Virgilio's moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel him getting closer with each passing second.
His hips begin to thrust slightly, meeting my movements, and his breathing becomes erratic. Just when I sense he's on the verge of losing control, I pull back abruptly, letting his dick slip from my mouth.
"Zoe," he groans.
"Don’t," I whisper firmly, standing up and pulling him towards the bed. He follows me obediently, his eyes locked onto mine.
I sit him down on the edge of the bed and take a step back. Slowly, deliberately, I begin to remove my clothes. My fingers unbutton my blouse one by one, revealing the lacy bra underneath. Virgilio's eyes widen with desire as he watches me. His cock twitches visibly, straining for attention.
I let my blouse fall to the floor and then slide my skirt down over my hips, kicking it aside. Standing before him in just my bra and panties, I see the hunger in his eyes grow even more intense.
Reaching behind me, I unclip the bra and let it fall away, exposing my breasts to his gaze. His cock twitches again, and a low groan escapes his lips. Finally, I slip off my panties and stand completely bare before him.
With a deliberate slowness that drives him wild, I straddle his lap and wrap my legs around his waist. I position myself over him, rubbing my wet pussy against his hard length.
Virgilio's head falls back in a groan of pure pleasure. His hands grip the bed tightly on either side of him as he struggles to maintain control. The friction between us is electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body with every movement.
I keep rubbing against him, feeling the slickness of my arousal coating his shaft. The sensation is intoxicating; each glide sends sparks of ecstasy through me. His breaths come in short gasps now; each one accompanied by a soft moan that only heightens my own pleasure.
I lean in closer until our foreheads touch; our breaths mingling in heated anticipation.
The need inside me becomes unbearable. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his hard length, feeling the heat radiate from him. I guide him to my entrance, pausing for a moment to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, and it fuels my own hunger.
Slowly, I sink down onto him, inch by inch. The sensation of him stretching me is overwhelming, and a moan escapes my lips. My body trembles as I take him deeper, savoring every moment. Once he's fully inside me, I hold our position, letting the feeling wash over me.
I lean in and capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply. Our tongues dance together, the kiss full of raw need and passion. His hands hover near my hips but don't touch.
When I finally pull away from the kiss, I begin to move slowly. Each rise and fall sends waves of pleasure through me, and I can't help but moan at the sensation.
Virgilio's mouth finds my nipples, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. The pleasure is almost too much to bear.
I pull back slightly, panting. "What did I say about touching?" My voice is breathless but firm.
He releases my nipple with a reluctant sigh, his hands returning to grip the bed tightly. "Sorry," he mutters.
I continue to ride him, my movements becoming more urgent as the pleasure intensifies. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in desire.
The sensation is too much; I can barely move. Every nerve in my body feels electrified, and the pleasure is almost taking over my senses. "Fuck me," I manage to whisper, my voice breathless and needy.
Virgilio's eyes darken as his hands immediately go to my waist, gripping me firmly. He starts helping me move up and down, his strength guiding my movements as we find a rhythm together.
His mouth finds my nipples again, taking one into his mouth and sucking gently. I moan loudly and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he continues to worship my breasts with his lips and tongue.
Our movements become more frantic, more desperate. His grip on my waist tightens, and he starts moving me faster, driving himself deeper inside me with each thrust. The friction between us is perfect.
I can feel the pressure building inside me, a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over us. Virgilio's breaths come in ragged gasps, mirroring my own as we teeter on the brink together.
Finally, the wave crashes over us both at once. My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, my body convulsing with pleasure. Virgilio's release follows immediately after; I feel his warmth filling me as he moans against my breast.
As the aftershocks of our orgasms ripple through us, I can feel his semen dripping out of me.
Virgilio doesn't pull out. Instead, he flips us so that I'm lying on the bed beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. His movements are fluid, almost seamless, as he starts thrusting into me again. Each motion is more intense than the last, driving me wild with sensation.
I moan loudly, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him deeper inside me. "Yes," I gasp out, "just like that."
His eyes lock onto mine. He grips my hips tightly, holding me in place as he thrusts harder and faster. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but I don't want it to stop. I want to feel him for as long as I can because I know I'm leaving.
"More," I encourage breathlessly, my fingers digging into his back. "Don't stop."
He groans in response, his pace quickening. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans in closer, whispering words that send shivers down my spine.
"Come for me," he commands softly.
My body tenses and then shatters with pleasure as my orgasm crashes through me. I cry out his name, my nails raking across his back as I cling to him.
Virgilio follows right after; his release spills into me as he groans deeply against my neck.
Finally spent, he slumps against me and for a moment, we simply lie there together. But I can’t allow this to last much longer.
"Get off me, Virgilio"
Virgilio's eyes widen in shock, but he obeys. He rolls off me, and I immediately push myself up from the bed. My legs feel unsteady, but I force them to move as I start picking up my clothes scattered across the room. The silence between us is thick and suffocating.
I slip on my underwear and bra with hurried motions, my fingers fumbling with the clasps. Virgilio stands up and reaches for his trousers. The weight of his gaze is heavy on my back, but I refuse to look at him.
"I'm sorry," he says softly.
I don't answer him. Instead, I pull on my skirt and blouse, fastening each button with more force than necessary. I feel angry, betrayed, and a hollow sense of satisfaction.
As soon as I'm dressed, I make for the door. I can't stay here any longer; the room feels like it's closing in on me. But before I can reach the handle, Virgilio grabs my arm, pulling me back towards him.
"Don't leave like this," he pleads, his grip firm but not painful.
I turn to face him, my eyes blazing with anger. "How does it feel?" I ask sharply.
He looks confused. "What?"
"How does it feel," I repeat slowly, "to be used?"
The guilt in his eyes deepens, but he doesn't respond. He simply stares at me.
"I used you just like you used me," I continue, my voice cold and detached.
Without another word, I pull my arm free from his grasp.
I stare at Virgilio, my heart pounding in my chest. The pain and betrayal I feel are almost too much to bear. My voice trembles as I gather the strength to speak.
"I can't do this anymore," I say, my voice breaking. "This... us... it's over."
Virgilio's eyes widen in shock. "Zoe, please?—"
"No!" I cut him off, my voice rising with emotion. "You don't get to make this right with just words. You used me, manipulated me, and now you expect me to just forgive you?"
Tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
"Zoe, wait," Virgilio pleads again, his voice thick with desperation. He steps forward as if to reach for me, but I hold up a hand to stop him.
"Don't," I warn sharply. "Just... don't."
The room feels suffocating, every inch of it a reminder of the moments we shared and the betrayal that now taints them all.
I glance back at Virgilio one last time. His face is a mask of devastation and remorse, but it doesn't soften the anger and hurt in my heart.
I storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me. Each step down opening a new wound in my heart.
I don't look back as I leave his estate and step into the cool night air. The stars above offer little comfort, but they remind me that there's a world beyond this pain—a world where I can start anew.
I raise my hand and hail a cab. One pulls up almost immediately, and I slide into the back seat, closing the door behind me. "24 Roader Street," I instruct the driver.
The cab pulls away from the curb, and I lean back against the seat, letting out a long sigh. The city lights blur past the window as we drive through the streets.
Leaving Virgilio was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made. The pain of it lingers like an open wound, but deep down, I know it was the right choice for my own well-being. I can't keep living in a cycle of manipulation and betrayal. I deserve better than that.
The sadness makes me feel hollow, but there's also a sense of resolve building within. I've spent too much time being controlled by others—by my father, by the Bratva, and now by Virgilio. It's time for me to take control of my own life.
The cab ride feels longer than it probably is, each minute stretching out as I navigate my own internal turmoil. When we finally arrive at Valerie's, I pay the driver and step out onto the sidewalk.
I walk up to the door and knock softly, hoping Valerie is still awake. After a few moments, she opens the door, her expression shifting from surprise to concern as she takes in my appearance.
"Zoe? What happened?" she asks gently.
"I... I left Virgilio," I manage to say, my voice breaking slightly. "I couldn't stay there any longer."
Valerie steps aside to let me in and wraps an arm around my shoulders as we walk inside. "Come in" she says softly.