Chapter 12 Eli #2
My vision blurs with rage, my fingers curling into a fist on the table before me. “You think it’s appropriate to speak to your fiancée that way?”
Alastor narrows his eyes. “I will speak to my fiancée any damn way I please.” His line of sight turns to Madeleine. “Next time, check with me first on what you’re allowed to wear.”
Ha! As if Madeleine would ever—
“Okay,” she responds, taking a bite of her salad and chewing extra aggressively.
I blink once. Twice. Three times.
Am I fucking dreaming right now?
Living in some fictional world?
I glance down at Madeleine beside me, and she suddenly seems smaller than when we arrived. Her shoulders are hunched in, her chin is lowered, and her eyes are downcast.
I glare at Alastor, who looks far too pleased with himself.
What the fuck does he have on her?
“How’s the McLaren W1 treating you, son?” Adolfo asks Alastor. “Worth every penny?”
“If you mean, was it worth the over two million I paid for it? Then yes.” Alastor grins arrogantly.
“You’ll have to come over to see it sometime.
A photographer from the magazine Business Century will be visiting next week to shoot it for their cover with me inside.
They’ll be featuring a whole spread on my success in the oil industry. ”
“That’s wonderful, dear,” Mila offers proudly.
“Maybe some time,” Cressida starts, “I could drive it?”
“Ha!” Alastor feigns laughter. “That car is the most important thing in the world to me. No one but me will drive it, touch it, or breathe near it.”
As the Manacorda family converse over cars, stocks, and other bullshit, I feel a storm brewing inside me. The belittling of the most significant person in my life doesn’t sit right with me. Not one fucking bit.
My fist slams down on the table, rattling the silverware and glasses. I’m fuming, feeling ready to unleash violence—
My body freezes as Madeleine’s hand slides over my thigh. She looks up at me with pleading eyes. Her slender fingers gently squeeze my leg as she mouths, Please don’t.
My cock swells as blood rushes to my groin. Her hand is only an inch from where I want it to be. From where I dream of her touching me.
I’m paralyzed by her closeness.
The way her thumb glides back and forth only adds to my longing for her.
A voice clears, and we both turn to see Alastor watching us. By some miracle, he can’t see Madeleine’s hand placement from the angle he’s sitting at.
“Darling, how did the cake tasting go?” he asks, bringing his drink to his lips.
Madeleine’s hand slides further up my leg, making her intentions clear. I spread my legs farther apart, careful not to bump into Cressida.
“It was great. They offer so many flavor combinations; it was hard to choose,” she responds, taking a sip of her drink.
A few drops of the red liquid fall onto the top of her dress.
“Oh, how clumsy of me.” She removes her hand from my leg and reaches for her napkin to dab at the wine stain, which only seems to grow.
“You should be more careful,” Mila says, frowning. “That won’t come out. You should at least blot it with some cold water.”
Madeleine smiles, but I note the hidden venom in her gaze. “You’re right. I should take care of this in the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
She stands, and I follow her lead as we make our way toward the bathroom. Just as I say, “I’ll wait right here,” she reaches for my hand, intertwining our fingers and tugging me into the room with her.
She closes and locks the door behind us, pressing her forehead to the door while she takes a deep breath and then turns to face me.
I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the wall. “That wine spill was no accident, was it?”
She shakes her head, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders.
“No. I needed to get out of there.” She leans against the door and looks at me, like really looks at me, as if seeing me for the first time.
She mirrors my stance, crossing her arms over her chest, which draws my attention to her cleavage.
“What’s going on inside your head?” I ask.
She swallows. “I’m confused.”
“About what?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“You…you stood up for me out there.”
My brows furrow. “Of course.”
“But why?”
I tilt my head to the side. “Because you’re the most important person in my life and I won’t let those bloody wankers talk badly about you. It doesn’t sit right with me. Not one fucking bit.”
She blinks a few times, her chest heaving a little faster.
“Why the fuck do you let him treat you like that?” I shake my head, dragging a frustrated hand through my hair. “Why do you let any of them treat you like that? Like you’re less than them when you’re a goddamn—”
“Don’t.” She shakes her head, dropping her hands to her side. Her eyelids flutter shut for a quick moment as she takes a deep breath. “I didn’t bring you in here to argue with you.”
I arch a brow. “Then why am I here?”
She hesitates before taking a few steps toward me, sauntering forward, not stopping until she stands directly before me.
She places her index finger on my chest, and gradually slides it down my torso, slowing when she reaches my abs.
Her eyes lock with mine as a playful little grin appears on her face. “So I can properly thank you.”
She starts to lower her body, but I stop her by gripping her chin. “You never have to thank me for having your back.”
Her smile grows as she leans forward, her soft lips brushing my ear. “I know, Eli, and that’s why I want to. So, shut up and let me suck your cock.”
She drops to her knees, and my cock hardens painfully from being restrained.
Her fingers make quick work of unhooking my belt and unzipping my pants.
She shoves the material down, my cock noticeably erect beneath the thin fabric of my boxer briefs.
Her eyes widen in appreciation as she reaches up and pulls the fabric down.
My cock springs before her, and she doesn’t hesitate as she grips the length between her fingers.
Leaning forward, she sticks out her tongue and glides it over the tip, licking the precum.
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her with rapt fascination.
“I always did enjoy this part,” she murmurs, kissing the tip.
I tangle my fingers in her hair, wrapping the ends around my fist. “What part?”
She gazes up at me under her dark lashes. “Making you feel good.”
Her mouth opens wide as she leans forward, sliding my cock between her luscious lips as far as she can go.
When I’m almost all the way in, she starts to gag but quickly shakes it off and pushes through.
Her eyes well with tears as she creates a rhythm, thrusting my dick in and out.
Her tongue swirls over my tip as her hand sneaks under, cradling my balls.
“Bloody hell,” I moan, tipping my head back. “You’re doing so well, love.”
She reaches for my hand and places it on the back of her head, pressing it down.
Well, fuck me.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?” I ask, my grip tightening.
She nods, never stopping her movements.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” I reach down, cupping her cheek. I can’t help but admire her as she takes almost every inch of me. “You look so beautiful on your knees with my cock between your lips, Princess.”
She moans around me, the vibration making my dick pulse.
I grab her hand and bring it to my thigh. “Tap out if you want me to stop. Okay?”
She nods, her fingers curling around my leg.
My length hits the back of her throat, and my restraint snaps.
My fingers press into her scalp, and I thrust with urgency, her warm, wet mouth wrapped firmly around my dick. Her bright blue eyes pool with tears, her fingers gripping my thighs as she takes everything I give her.
It doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten, given that my cock hasn’t had any attention like this in over a year, except from my goddamn hand.
I stare down at her, my grip loosening. “I’m going to come. Are you going to show me how much you’ve missed my cock and swallow every last drop?”
She nods frantically as she moans around me.
The orgasm rips through me, pleasure surging through every cell of my body. A guttural groan escapes between my lips, my whole body straining as I hit my peak. White, hot ropes of cum shoot down Madeleine’s throat, and she greedily swallows all of it.
My dick slides out of her mouth, saliva leaking from the corner of her swollen lips. Her chest heaves, and her cheeks are flushed as she stares up at me with a proud grin.
“Fuck, that was brilliant.” I tuck myself back into my pants and lean forward to grip her at the waist, bringing her back to a standing position. Reaching a hand toward the counter, I grab a few tissues and gently wipe under her eyes and then around her mouth.
“On a scale of one to ten, by looking at me, how obvious is it that I just gave you a blow job?” she asks with a chuckle.
“Ehh.” I shrug. “Probably an eleven.”
She swats my chest, and we both laugh. “At least I invested in waterproof mascara.” Her fingers pull at the hem of her dress. “Honestly, how bad do I look?”
I shake my head. “I’m not the right person to ask, love.
” I extend a hand, smoothing down her hair and tucking it behind her ear before I snake an arm around her waist and pull her before me.
Her hands rest on my chest as she gazes up at me.
“You could wear a goddamn potato sack and still look beautiful in my eyes.”
Her eyes soften, and she bites her bottom lip. “Well, we’d better get back out there before they come looking for us.”
I cradle her cheek, my thumb gliding over her smooth skin.
I want to kiss her.
I need to kiss her.
But just as I lean down, she pats my chest and turns toward the sink, soaking a paper towel under the cold water before pressing it to the wine stain on her dress. She manages to get most of it cleaned up before turning toward the door to unlock and open it, disappearing through the other side.