Chapter Thirty-five
Abigail-Ann
“The strongest love is the love that can demonstrate its fragility.”
~ Paulo Coelho
I spent the day wrapped in Mikkel’s arms, falling harder for him with each passing moment. Every night, I thanked God for bringing him into my life.
“Mikkel?” I called, stepping into the hallway.
“Living room,” his voice drew me in.
I found him lounging on the sofa, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he saw me. Without hesitation, I curled into his lap, sighing as his fingers drifted through my hair in slow, soothing strokes.
“This might be the softest sofa I’ve ever sat on,” I murmured, melting into him.
He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “I’ll take that as a compliment. ”
“You should. This feels like luxury,” I teased, shifting slightly so I could look up at him.
His lips curved into a smirk. “It is luxury.”
Before I could respond, his lips captured mine, stealing the breath from my lungs. His hand slid to my waist, fingers pressing lightly, drawing me even closer. The world outside this moment blurred, my senses drowning in the way he kissed me with the kind of hunger that made me forget everything else.
I traced my fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, deepening the kiss, my body pressing against his. Heat unfurled between us like a slow-burning flame, steady and consuming. Just as my hands slipped beneath my sweater, his phone buzzed on the table.
Mikkel groaned against my lips, resting his forehead against mine. “Terrible timing.”
“Terrible,” I agreed breathlessly, unable to hold back a small laugh.
Annoyance flickered across his face as he checked the caller ID. With a sigh, he pressed the speakerphone.
“Ronan,” Mikkel said, his voice edged with impatience. “There better be a damn good reason for this call.”
“Very hostile,” Ronan’s voice crackled through the speaker. “What are you doing?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Ah, so everyone’s just in love. I wonder if it’s the season,” Ronan muttered, sarcasm thick in his voice. “Tell her I say hello.”
Mikkel rolled his eyes, clearly unamused. “Did you need something?”
Ronan’s tone shifted, turning grave. “I have a message from Dillon. Something’s happened to Azzaria, and he can’t get to her friend—which I’m guessing is who you’re doing —so he said to call you.”
The warmth in my body vanished. My skin went cold. My stomach twisted painfully.
“I was with her this morning,” I blurted, my voice unsteady. “What happened?”
Ronan cleared his throat. “She ran into her ex, but Dillon stopped it before things escalated. They’re headed to his penthouse. ”
Azzaria’s ex. Matthew.
I shot up from Mikkel’s lap, my breath coming in sharp, shallow pulls. “Mikkel…”
He was already moving, his eyes dark with concern as he caught my waist, steadying me. “I know, let’s go.”
The thought of her in distress, of Matthew anywhere near her, tore through me with a ferocity that left me shaking.
We waited in Dillon’s study, the silence stretching, thick and suffocating. Panic clawed up my throat, my breath slow but heavy. Every second that passed only fed the gnawing dread in my chest.
Mikkel sat beside me, his warmth a tether. He massaged my palm, then pressed into my neck, each stroke unraveling tension. His touch grounded me just enough to keep me from spiraling.
The room was filled with faces I barely knew but had heard plenty about. Ronan and Lucio, identical in appearance but sharp in contrast—one with an easy smirk, the other with an intensity that spoke volumes. And then there was Arnoldo. Unlike the others, he didn’t try to blend into the weight of the moment.
“So you got one best friend and Azzaria got the other?” His voice cut through the silence, careless, almost amused.
Mikkel’s response was instant, his tone sharp enough to slice. “Time and fucking place, Reyes.”
Arnoldo smirked, unbothered. “Ah, he speaks.” He stretched, arms draping over the back of the chair. “I’d argue my question lightened the mood.”
“You’re an asshole,” Ronan muttered, shaking his head.
Arnoldo shrugged. “I’m blunt.”
Lucio exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ignore him,” he told me. “He was born without a filter.”
Arnoldo only winked .
I barely processed their exchange before my focus snapped back to the one thing that mattered. “Where’s Dillon?” I asked, my voice strained with urgency.
“No cl—” Ronan began, but the door swung open before he could finish.
Dillon stood in the frame, his expression drawn tight, a bottle of scotch clenched in his fist. The tension rolled off him in waves, dark and volatile.
“Where is she?” The words left my lips in a rush, my pulse pounding. “Is she okay? Did he do anything to her?”
Dillon’s gaze swept over us, his jaw ticking before he exhaled sharply. “She’s sleeping.” His grip tightened around the bottle. “Don’t go to her.” The last part came out a low warning, rough with frustration.
Mikkel’s head lifted, his gaze hardening.
“Xander.” His voice was quiet but carried the kind of authority that sent a ripple through the room. “Watch your tone when you’re speaking to her.”
I shouldn’t have found that hot.
Not the time, Abigail. I needed a cold shower. No, a damn ice bath.
Dillon exhaled, some of the tension in his shoulders easing. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’m just… pissed.”
I nodded. “I get it, but she’s my best friend before she’s your girlfriend. Don’t forget that.”
Dillon’s expression softened with understanding, but frustration still simmered beneath the surface. “I know. I just—” He broke off, shaking his head.
“She’s strong,” I said. “Give her time and space, and she’ll be okay.”
“I hope so.” His tone darkened. “Or Matthew’s a dead man.”
Lucio sipped his drink, gaze drifting to the window. Then he smirked, his voice smooth yet dark. “Matthew’s a dead man either way, Xander.”
Dillon stared at the bottle in his hand for a long moment before murmuring, “You’re right.” He turned toward the window, his voice dipping lower. “I need some air. You can all see yourselves out whenever. ”
Wordless, we slipped out, leaving Dillon with his thoughts. The night’s weight hung heavy as we strode down the hall, footsteps hushed against the hardwood.
Mikkel reached for my hand, his fingers warm as they laced with mine. “What do you want to do?” he asked, his voice soft. “A drive? A Beauty and the Beast marathon with Chipotle?”
I smiled, warmth spreading through me at how well he knew me. But tonight, I wanted something different—something long overdue.
I squeezed his hand, looking up at him. “I just want to spend the night with you,” I whispered. “Naked. In your bed.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across Mikkel’s face, his dark eyes heating instantly. “Naked?” His thumb traced over my knuckles, deliberate and teasing.
Heat crawled up my neck, but I held his gaze. “Yes.”
He chuckled, tugging me closer. “Then let’s go.”
Twenty-five minutes later, we were back at the penthouse. I reached for my phone, intending to check on Azzy, but before I could dial, it rang.
Relief swept through me when I heard her voice.
“Hey,” she said, still a little shaky but stronger than before. “I know you’re worried, but I’m better now.”
I exhaled, tension easing from my shoulders. “I’m relieved to hear that. You’re safe now, I promise.” My voice softened. “Call me if you need anything, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I will. See you tomorrow, Abi.”
As I hung up, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The worry still lingered, but knowing Azzy was safe helped.
Mikkel watched me carefully. “Is she okay?” Concern creased his brow, his head tilting slightly.
“She’s shaken up, but she’ll be fine,” I assured him. “I’ll see her first thing tomorrow.”
Mikkel’s gaze lingered on me, searching. “Are you feeling better, Red?”
I met his eyes and, for the first time tonight, I really meant it.
“I am.”
Mikke l
Abigail disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, stepping out in one of my T-shirts and a pair of underpants, a sight that hit me like a slow-burning flame, leaving my chest tight and my thoughts scattered. She climbed into bed, curling up against me, her body molding to mine like she belonged there—because she did.
Her fingers traced idle patterns across my chest, lingering over the inked lines of my tattoos. Each stroke sent sparks racing down my spine, and I clenched my jaw, barely holding back the groan clawing its way up my throat.
“I still can’t get over how hot these are,” she murmured, voice soft but full of admiration. “I see them every day, but I never get used to it.”
A low chuckle rumbled from my chest, but I was barely listening—too focused on the way her touch felt like a brand. “Yeah?”
She hummed in response, then pressed her palm flat against my chest, right over my racing heart. Her fingers flexed, like she was trying to hold it, to keep it for herself. Maybe she didn’t realize she already owned it.
Then, she looked up at me. And fuck, I was gone.
The way her green eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the color whole. The way her lips parted slightly, like she was on the verge of asking me for something. And God help me, I’d give her anything.
Her fingers skimmed lower, a teasing path down my stomach, and I sucked in a sharp breath. She knew exactly what she was doing—driving me to the edge, watching me crumble for her.
I caught her wrist, bringing her hand to my lips. “Baby,” I murmured, my voice rough, desperate.
She arched a brow, amused. “Yes?”
I kissed the inside of her wrist, then her palm, lingering, letting her feel how badly I needed this— needed her. “Let me have you,” I whispered. “Please, baby.”
She didn’t answer.
Just watched me.
I swallowed hard, my pulse pounding in my ears. I leaned in, pressing my lips to the corner of her mouth, barely there. “A kiss,” I begged, my voice raw. “Give me something, amor .”
Still, nothing.
My fingers traced her jaw, my lips hovering over hers, breathing her in, drowning in her. “Anything,” I whispered. “Please.”
Her nails scraped against my scalp, slow, teasing, like she was savoring my suffering. Like she wanted to see how far I’d go for her.
And fuck, I’d go anywhere.
I let out a shaky breath, my forehead pressing against hers. “I need you,” I confessed, voice thick with longing. “I need you so fucking bad.”
A slow exhale left her lips, warm against mine. Her fingers tightened in my hair, tugging me closer. Then, finally—finally—her mouth brushed mine, the softest, sweetest torment.
I groaned, gripping her waist, barely holding myself back. “More,” I pleaded. “ Please . I’ll do anything.”
She let me suffer a second longer, her lips barely moving, teasing, taunting. Then, in a whisper so quiet it almost wasn’t there, “Then take me.”
That was all I needed.
I claimed her mouth in a kiss that left me shattered, lost, drowning in her. My hands roamed, greedy, desperate, like I could somehow pull her closer, make her a permanent part of me.
I’d begged for her. And now, she was mine.
My pulse raced, but I found my hands steady as I reached out to run my fingertips down one of her breasts, pinching her nipple sporadically.
Her words struck something deep inside, igniting a primal hunger I couldn’t ignore.
I leaned in closer, my voice low and commanding. “Take off your clothes and lie down on the side of the bed.”
She hesitated, then met my gaze—curious, dark. One brow arched, no fear, only anticipation .
“I’ll be right back.” I rushed to the closet for my suspenders, unhooking them from a pair of pants. When I returned, she was already lying there, waiting. I crossed the room, my focus locked on her.
“Slide closer.” My voice came out rough, unrecognizable. “Legs bent, heels on the edge.”
She obeyed, lifting her legs, and my mouth watered as my gaze locked between her thighs.
I ran my hand up her foot, over her leg, gripping her knee to spread her wider. With a firm pull, I wrapped a suspender around her leg, securing her ankle to her thigh. “Is that too tight?”
“No,” she whispered, her attention glued to my face. “It’s perfect.”
Within a few seconds, I tied the other leg in the same bent angle. “Keep your legs spread, arms overhead.”
“Mmm,” she mumbled.
Kneeling before her, I took a deep breath, memorizing every inch of her—spread open, mine . I ran a blunt fingertip through her wetness, claiming her with a single touch.
“This goes without saying.” My voice was low and full of intent. “But let me make it clear.” My finger trailed up her slit, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “This.”
My other hand moved to pinch her nipple gently, her body responding to my touch with a subtle arch. “This.” Finally, I slid a finger into her mouth, her lips parting to take it, her eyes locked on mine. “And this,” I whispered. “It’s all mine.”
“All yours,” she whispered, her words coming out in breaths.
“All mine,” I replied without hesitation, my grip on her hip tightening. “Every inch of you belongs to me, just like every piece of me belongs to you.”
Needing to finally have a taste, I leaned in and traced the slits with my tongue. Satisfaction coursed through me, and I licked up to her clit, pressing my finger in as far as it would go. I kept going, each movement deliberate, watching as she trembled beneath me. The sight of her shaking, the mix of surrender and desire in her eyes, fueled something darker inside me .
“M-Mikkel,” she moaned. “Holy fuck!”
Wrapping one arm around her leg and placing my hand on her stomach, I held her still beneath my exploration—nibbling downward, sucking her pussy lips into my mouth.
“Oh.” She groaned, her hips lifting once more as she was getting closer.
I bit down on the hard nub, and she jolted with a sharp inhale.
“Let go, baby,” I whispered, and she obeyed, letting out a scream that echoed in the room.
I looked up at her, realizing her body was still shuddering, her expression lost in a haze of sensation. She tried to speak, but the words faltered on her lips.
“I know, mi amor , 78 ” I whispered, my voice low and reassuring. “I know.”
Removing the suspenders and tossing them aside, I stood between her spread, trembling thighs. Her chest heaved, eyes half-lidded, hair tangled, arms overhead and shaking like her legs.
My cock bobbed mere inches away from the mystery I had contemplated and dreamed of for weeks.
“I- bu-” she stuttered, her eyes glancing at my hard pierced cock.
I gently brushed my hand against her face, my thumb grazing her cheek. “Words, amor .”
“I—well...” She paused, biting her lip, clearly struggling to find them.
“Use your words,” I coaxed softly, my thumb tracing small circles on her clit, and she whimpered.
“I- um. Y-you...” She swallowed, her eyes widened as she looked down, then back at me, whispering in disbelief, “You are huge... and it’s p-pierced.”
For a moment, she just stared, her mouth slightly open. Then, to my surprise, a pleased grin broke out across her face, her eyes lighting up as she flung her head back. “That’s so hot.”
I raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden shift. “Yeah? ”
I chuckled and reached my hand down to stroke her clit.
“Is it gonna fit?” she whispered.
“We’ll make it fit, baby,” I replied.
“I need you,” she whispered, her gaze flirting over my upper body.
I let out a low chuckle, pulling back slightly. “Let me go get a condom.”
Her hand shot out, gripping my wrist firmly, her eyes dark with need. “Fuck the condom,” she demanded, her voice breathless but sure. “Please.”
I froze for a second, searching her eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked again, my tone serious even though the desire in me was building by the millisecond.
She didn’t hesitate. “No barriers,” she whispered, her gaze locked on mine, filled with longing. “I want to feel all of you. Please , I’m sure.”
Her words sent a shock of electricity through me. My breath hitched and my heart pounded as I stared at her, unable to tear my eyes away. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She bit her lip, eyes burning with hunger.
“Sh-show me,” she begged, her voice soft but demanding, her fingers tightening around my wrist.
A low groan escaped my throat, and every ounce of restraint I had was gone.
Grasping her knees and pressing them wide again, I stepped closer, dropping my attention to the small distance closing between our bodies.
I waited for the span of three heartbeats. Waited for the voice to tell me to stop, but only her “please” rang in my ears.
The head of my cock brushed against her wetness, my pre-cum adding to the slickness easing my way in as I pressed forward, inch by slow inch, teeth grit to keep from exploding.
“Mikkel,” she gasped, clinging to the sheets, her body twisting and turning.
Tight. Hot. Wet.
“Dios mío… 79 ” I groaned. This was nothing, and I mean nothing , I could ever have imagined. It was a hundred fucking times better .
Seated deep inside of her, I held still and inhaled a deep breath.
I could stay here forever.
“Fuck!” she squealed, as she fidgeted beneath me. “I n-need a s-s-second.”
“You good, baby?” I asked. “Let me know when you want me to move.”
I stayed there for about a minute, maybe a minute and thirty seconds, before she exhaled and nodded. “M-move.”
I slowly pushed in deeper, eliciting a gasp from her and with each push, a gasp followed until her greedy cunt took all my cock.
“Look at your wet pussy taking all my cock,” I groaned. “You take me so well, baby.”
She moaned in response, the sound echoing through the room.
“Mikkel,” she whispered and fuck, there was nothing I loved more than hearing my name on her lips.
I pulled back, savoring every sensation of her body gripping me, flutters hitting my chest, my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and a weakness in my knees. My attention was glued to her pussy as I withdrew to the tip, making sure the ring on my piercing gently, but effectively rubbed against her clit.
Then, I thrust back in, faster than before.
“ Mierda , 80 ” I grunted as she tightened around me, the sensation enough to drive me crazy. “This is what you wanted?”
She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as her breath came in shallow gasps.
I cupped her face with my free hand, tilting her head so she couldn’t look away. “I asked if this is what you wanted?”
She trembled beneath me, a low groan escaping. “Y-yes,” she gasped, thick with need.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked down between us, her gaze locked on where we were aligned.
“So g-g-good,” she stammered.
I pulled out and thrust deep, our combined moans edging me toward losing the self-control I held onto with a loosening grip. Slamming into her over and over again, I lost my focus to the tightness gripping me— how perfect she felt —how I wanted to see my cum leaking from her.
“So tight,” I groaned, words pouring from me unheeded.
She gasped and lay back again, arms overhead and grasping at the bed linens.
My body took over, and I abandoned my desire, grunting and cursing as my balls slapped against her ass. I gripped her knees tight, my fingers digging into her as she reached between her legs, her finger flicking her clit back and forth.
I stopped her with a low growl. “Move your hand.”
She looked at me, confused. “What?”
“Move your hand, mi reina . 81 ”
She looked at me for a second longer, then slowly shifted it. I watched, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips. “ Buena chica. 82 Now come for me.”
Her body clamped around me like a vice and she cried out my name again, her back arching off the bed and her hair splattering all over the pillow.
“Are you okay?” I breathed as I felt my orgasm nearing.
She nodded. “Cum inside of me.”
“Are you—”
“I’m sure,” she repeated.
Primal. Overwhelmed with desire. Burning hot.
That was how she made me feel.
It was intense. Too much. Too damn perfect.
Before I could ask again if she was sure, she repeated, “Cum inside of me.”
Without even a second to spare, my orgasm ripped up through my legs, into my spine, and rushed from my balls. I spurted deep inside of her twice and forced myself to pull out, needing to mark her—see my cum on her. Another two spurts shot over her clit and lips as a strangled groan escaped me, tremors ripping through my body.
Her legs once again shuddered in my hold as her pussy contracted, dripping my cum from her.
This was living.
This was satisfaction.
I lay on my back, the soft sheets tangled around our legs, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.
Turning my head to the side, I found her eyes in the dim light.
She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “T-That was everything,” she said, her fingers tracing random patterns on my chest.
I reached up to brush a braid from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to not fuck you.” I paused, trying to catch my breath. “You’re perfect, mi amor .”
Her smile widened, and she nestled closer, her warmth seeping into my skin. “Thank you.” Her breath was a soft caress against my neck. “I’ve never felt so much pleasure or comfort during sex. I came like three times.”
“Five,” I corrected. “Once on my fingers, once on my tongue and three times on my cock, baby. We’ll double the digits next time.”
“Oh gosh,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing. “I’m in a daze.”
We lay there for a moment, my arm wrapped around her as I pulled her closer and after a few minutes, I shifted slightly, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before slipping out of bed. “Stay right there,” I whispered. “I’ll get you some stuff, then clean you up.”
Her laugh was light, almost teasing. “You spoil me,” she said, watching me as I moved across the room.
I threw a grin over my shoulder. “You deserve it, carino , 83 ” I replied, disappearing into the kitchen.
I returned with water, Lay’s, and berries, setting them down before climbing into bed. She took the glass, eyes locked on mine as she sipped.
“You know,” she said after a moment, placing the glass on the bedside table, “I can’t move my legs. They’re sore.”
I sat up, slid my hands beneath her, and lifted her into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as she mumbled a sleepy protest, “What are you doing?”
“A warm water bath,” I replied, heading toward the bathroom.
“Let me walk,” she insisted. “I’m heavy.”
“You’re my warm-up weight,” I teased, earning a soft laugh from her as I stepped into the bathroom.
The tub quickly filled with warm water as I added bath salts, then gently lowered her in. She sighed, leaning back against the edge, letting the water soothe her aches.
I knelt beside her, hands working over her shoulders and arms, then down to her thighs, legs and back. She groaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut.
“How aren’t you worn out?”
“I am,” I admitted, leaning in to press a kiss to her damp forehead. “But I have to make sure you’re okay first.”
“Come inside with me,” she murmured, her tired smile dissolving my resistance.
I stepped into the tub, the warm water wrapping around us as she nestled into my chest.
Her fingers traced my arm as she tilted her head, meeting my gaze. “Promise me something.”
“Hm?”
“Promise me you’ll never leave.”
Her words hit deep, and I cupped her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “They’d have to kill me to keep me away from you.”