Chapter 5 – Sage #2
I bat Elias’s hand to wipe my own damn cheeks and huff out a frustrated breath, which only makes him smile.
He’s less intimidating when he smiles .
“I mean, I guess I always suspected Noah was hiding something. Some of the things she told me about her father...”
I chew on my lip, wondering if I’m officially done panicking. I’m sure reality will all come crashing back tomorrow when I remember I went to a Christmas party hosted by a mafia boss.
Wait... do all these people here know who Noah’s father is?
We’re at a freaking upscale hotel for fuck’s sake.
“Are you sure we need to leave? I mean... certainly a mafia war isn’t going to break out at this high-class party at a fancy hotel in the middle of Manhattan? And Noah just announced her engagement. I didn’t even congratulate her... or Del... and I want to celebrate with her and—”
My rambling is interrupted by the door to the ballroom opening, causing me to jump. Sounds of music, conversation, and laughter spill out.
Guess the party has resumed.
Elias palms my cheek before dropping his hand to grab mine.
“We’ll talk when there’s fewer people around.”
I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my racing heart as he leads us to the lobby.
How can a man who heads a fucking mafia be so sweet?
The way my stomach fluttered at his comforting touches while I had my short-lived breakdown …
Yeah, I can’t let myself fall for this man—or fall any further than I already have. What if he’s just like Chase? I shake the thought out of my head. Elias is nothing like Chase.
Still... I need to get away. But how? He’s yet to let me out of his sight since our reunion.
I spot the restrooms to my right. Perfect. Maybe there’s a window or extra door or… I could slip out when he’s not paying attention.
“I need to pee,” I say, attempting to veer us to the right. “I had a lot of champagne, and I’m not wearing underwear so if I piss myself, it’s going down my leg.”
It’s a lie. I only had one glass of champagne, and I don’t have to pee.
Elias stops in his tracks and slowly turns to face me. His eyes travel down my body.
“No underwear?”
His eyes light up with desire. The same look he gave me in his office at the club, seconds before I kissed him. I catch a small smirk before Elias leads us across the lobby to the restrooms.
He opens the first door and instead of waiting outside like a good guard dog, he tugs me over the threshold.
Wait. This is the men’s restroom.
“What the fuck?” I whisper.
One man is at the sink, washing his hands. Two more are at the urinals .
“Get out,” Elias barks at them.
They don’t have to be told twice. The men taking a piss quickly zip up and bypass washing their hands before leaving. The door to one of the stalls opens and a young employee stumbles out, struggling to pull up his pants while he clamors out of the bathroom.
Elias checks the rest of the stalls, then locks the door.
“You have no right,” I yell, planting my hands on my hips.
Elias extends his arm to the row of stalls.
“Go ahead.”
“Why did you bring me to the men’s restroom?”
“I’m a big scary man. I wasn’t going to walk into the lady’s room.”
“You could have waited outside, you big oaf!”
“Did you really think I was going to leave you alone again after you ghosted me? Think again, Reine.”
I stomp my foot and cross my arms.
“This is kidnapping!”
“Your best friend asked me to keep you safe.”
I did hear Noah say that to him. But did she know the mafia boss was going to kidnap me?
Arguing with this stubborn fool is getting me nowhere. And I hate how turned on I am with this alphahole bullshit .
Jesus, what a rollercoaster of emotions I’m experiencing tonight. How can I go from scared and confused to turned on and willing ?
“I refuse to pee while you’re in the same room as me,” I say with a huff. Not to mention I don’t need to pee at all. “Get out. Right now.”
The command is weak, and Elias sees my fight waning. He takes off his jacket and hangs it on a hook on the door. Walking towards me, he smirks while folding up the sleeves of his red dress shirt, exposing his tattooed arms—God, why is a man exposing his forearms so freaking sexy?
Elias lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around my throat.
“You had a lot of champagne huh?”
“Yeah, like three glasses.”
Lie number one. He’s suspicious.
“So... you’re drunk?”
“Wasted.”
Lie number two. He sees right through it.
“Do you even need to pee?”
“Y-yes.”
Lie number three. Busted.
“Fine. Then let me fuck it out of you.”
My body betrays me, and I whimper. Elias squeezes my throat harder. I vaguely register the clink of my clutch hitting the floor.
“Mmm. Such a needy little liar, aren’t you? ”
I press my thighs together. He sees me squirm.
“What do you need? Is it consent? It’s yours. Will you let me fuck you right now against the bathroom counter?”
I will my voice to speak up and say no. That I don’t want to be fucked against the bathroom counter. The words are on the tip of my tongue.
But I’d be lying.
I do want this.
I want him .
And Elias sees it all over my face.
He backs us up until my ass hits the hard line of the counter. He leans in, brushing his lips over mine.
“Last chance, Ma Chérie.”
Okay so he’s definitely calling me something in French every time he says Reine.
I could look it up but then that would mean I care, which obviously I don’t.
“Please,” I say, the word barely a whisper.
Elias’s mouth crashes down on mine. My hands grip his shirt, and I pull him closer. His tongue teases my lips, and I open them for him. He shoves his tongue inside and lashes it against my own.
Fuck, I forgot how amazing he is at kissing.
Without breaking the kiss, he slides his free hand down my front and through the slit of the dress—easy access to my heated core where he finds me soaked.
And panty-less, as promised.
I moan into his mouth when he slides one of his thick fingers inside me. The sound encourages him, and he adds a second finger. He starts pumping in and out casually while simultaneously choking me and masterfully moving his luscious lips over mine.
The more I whimper, groan, and moan, the faster his fingers fuck me.
My body remembers his touch. It’s been deprived... neglected... needy.
Which means it doesn’t take long for me to reach my release. I’m sent over the edge when the heel of Elias’s palm presses against my clit.
He waits until my clenching cunt stops before he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean.
“Good girl, Sage,” he says and releases my neck to twist me around.
The sound of a zipper pierces the quiet air followed by the crackle of foil from a condom wrapper he just pulled from his pocket. What the hell? Did he bring condoms expecting to get lucky tonight with someone— you know what? It doesn’t matter because I’m the one who’s here now.
He folds my dress up to expose my ass and presses the tip of his cock against my slick opening.
“Now, watch in the mirror while I fuck your sweet pussy.”
He slides into me in one rough thrust .
I scream, my hands clutching the counter to hold myself up.
My head drops, but Elias grips my hair and lifts my head. “I said watch, Reine. Eyes on us.”
Fuck. This is hot.
My cleavage bounces with every pump of his hips.
My chest and face have turned a dark shade of red, and I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline from everything that’s happened tonight or because I’m being fucked by a mob boss.
.. in front of a mirror... inside the bathroom. .. at the party of another mob boss.
I can’t look away because Elias has a tight hold on my hair with one hand. With the other, he slips it behind my dress’s bodice to cup my breast.
His fingertips take hold of my nipple, and he pinches and tugs it.
“Yes, Ma Chérie. You liked that, didn’t you? The way your pussy walls choked my cock just now.”
I close my eyes, and Elias immediately jerks my hair.
“Eyes. Open.”
“Yes, sir,” I wheeze, and Elias removes his hand from my front to slap my ass. Hard.
I scream again, not even caring if anyone passing by can hear us.
“Brat.”
He rubs the stinging spot on my ass cheek, then he slows his thrusts to slide his palm up and down my spine .
His grip on my hair hasn’t loosened one bit, and there’s an ache on my scalp that’s bordering pain—which only adds to my pleasure.
The tip of Elias’s thumb slides between my crack until it presses my tight puckered hole. I watch as he looks down and spits. He smirks, clearly feeling my walls pulse around his cock when his spit slides over my asshole.
“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you Sage?”
He inches his thumb inside me and starts moving his hips again. Once the thick digit is in as far as it will go, he picks up speed.
The extra pressure has me worked up again. And watching in the mirror as Elias’s big body pounds into my big body, feeling his thumb pump in and out of me, seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head as pleasure takes over him... it’s too much, and I’m shaking with a second orgasm.
And I’m not trying to be quiet about it.
Elias joins me with his release soon after.
He leans his head on my back to catch his breath. That lasts all of one minute before someone is banging on the door.
“Fuck, Sage. What are you doing to me?”
I should be asking him the same question.