Chapter 15 – Sage
T elling my parents the truth about Chase was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
My mom cried, and she’s not much of an emotional person so, of course, her crying only made me cry.
Meanwhile, Elias had to talk my father down.
He was ready to take his hunting rifle off the wall and find Chase to kill him himself.
We told them Elias was an undercover FBI agent who was working to bring Chase and his newfound criminal organization down.
It was close enough to the truth. Elias is going to take Chase down, and he does have connections with the FBI.
After knowing Elias could keep me safe, my dad bonded with him.
It helped that the two love wrestling. They talked about it during the drive to a small airport outside of New Haven where they boarded Elias’s private plane, along with the two QBM soldiers who will be protecting them.
Elias is sending them to a tropical island THAT HE OWNS for safe keeping.
Who even owns a freaking island anyway?
I got it as a gift , he’d said.
Of course. How silly of me.
Thankfully my parents are retired, and they’ve been eager to travel so they didn’t protest being sent away.
We told my parents the men escorting them were also FBI agents.
I’m still not sure if they entirely believe the story we told them.
Elias does not look like law enforcement.
Still, my parents are a good judge of character, and they didn’t put up much of a fight when I told them I wouldn’t be going with them because I have to help with Chase’s capture.
Never mind that Elias is a criminal and killer. My parents must see what I see in him: a good man who will do everything he can to protect me.
I also told Elias what I overheard about Chase’s next shipment, and he already has a team prepared to bust it.
Now we’re heading back to the city. We’ve been on the road for an hour and traffic is insane, so we still have another hour to go. I glance over at Elias who’s been on the phone most of the ride, barking commands at people.
I admit, it’s fucking hot seeing him in full ‘boss’ mode.
And I shouldn’t find all his scrapes and bruises sexy .
He seems to have a new one every time I see him. Like his busted lip and the small cuts on his face that he got during a brawl with his brother.
Noah told me about it and texted me photos of the aftermath. She watched them duke it out, not caring to stop them. She says they have a lot of animosity toward each other that they need to work out on their own.
Now Elias is forming a nice blue and purple bruise underneath his eye where I punched him. I snort, and he glances over at me.
“I’ll call you back,” he says to whoever he’s talking to. “What’s so funny, Chérie?”
“I really fucked up your face.”
He raises a brow my way. “You’re stronger than you think. I watched the surveillance video of you attacking my head of security last week. You know he’s dead, right?”
“What? No! I checked to make sure he was alive before I left.” I worry my lip and force back the panic crawling up my throat. “Did I really kill him?”
“No, but you could have. You hit him in the temple. He has brain damage now.”
“Elias, fuck off and be for real.”
“Fine, he doesn’t, but you could have seriously injured him.”
“You’re not funny.”
“I’m a little funny.” He laughs at his mean joke and reaches his hand out to rest it on my thigh. I’m wearing thick, plush leggings, but I can still feel the heat of his touch.
I resist the urge to squeeze my legs together because the man is making me horny by just existing. If he notices my sudden blush and my heavy breathing, he doesn’t act on it.
“What’s your real name?”
“Sage.”
He slowly rubs his palm from my knee up until he’s just inches from my pussy. I’ve instinctively spread my legs for him.
“Last name, Sage. I know it’s not Manilow.”
His fingertips graze over the seam of my leggings, and I inhale sharply. My nipples harden underneath the oversized sweater I’m wearing.
“How do you know that? Did you Google me?”
I yelp when he cups my pussy, the action fast and unexpected.
“I have a guy who does a lot more than Google. Tell me.”
He moves his hand up until reaching the waistband of my leggings, still managing to keep his eyes on the road while he slips his fingers behind the material and down until he finds me soaked for him.
“I changed it so Chase couldn’t find me.”
Ugh. And I’m just now realizing that my parents are still easily searchable.
Chase never went to their Connecticut home, but he found them because I did nothing to hide their identities.
Maybe that’s how he found me? He could have called them posing as an old friend and my dad, none the wiser, gave him my Manhattan address.
God, I’m an idiot.
To be fair, I thought Chase would be dumber.
“Real. Name,” Elias says and slips a finger inside me. I moan and arch away from the seat as far as the seatbelt will allow me.
“Morgan. Sage Morgan.”
Elias pumps his finger in and out of me so slowly, I groan with need for more.
“Nice to meet you Sage Morgan,” he says and removes his fingers.
“What the fuck!”
He licks the tips, smiles, then winks.
The fucking audacity of this man.
“What was that for?” I whine.
“Oh, you want to come?” He tsks at me. “You’ve been a bad girl, Sage. Hiding things, running, not letting me protect you. You don’t get to come.”
Like the brat that I am, I proceed to slide my own fingers down my pants to finish what he started.
“Sage,” Elias warns.
I ignore him and groan when I press down on my clit.
“Don’t take what’s mine. Don’t you dare make yourself come.”
“Fuck you,” I growl and rub my clit in small circles .
I close my eyes and slip my other hand underneath my sweater to pinch my nipples. I’m moaning and whimpering and slowly reaching the cusp of orgasm when my passenger side door opens.
Oh shit, we’ve stopped.
On the side of the road.
Elias unlatches my seatbelt and twists me around.
He tugs down my underwear and leggings.
“Elias.” His name was meant to be a protest, but it comes out breathy. Needy . “The cars... someone could see...”
He slides two fingers inside me, and my head falls back with a moan.
Elias hums. “Your words are saying one thing, but this pussy is saying another. This is turning you on, isn’t it? The risk of getting caught?”
He removes his fingers and undoes his belt to fish out his cock. He presses the tip to my opening.
“Yes,” I rasp, and he thrusts into me.
I scream, no longer caring who hears... or sees.
“I need you to come fast.”
He pistons into me roughly—just how I like it. His hand reaches underneath my sweater, and he takes one of my nipples between his fingertips. He pinches and pulls on the aching peak, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You’re being such a good little slut for me. Letting all these passing cars see you getting fucked. ”
I whimper, not knowing how badly I wanted to be Elias’s little slut until this moment.
He kisses me, his lips punishing against my own, and moans into my mouth when my walls clamp down around him.
“So good, Sage. You feel so fucking good. Will you come for me?”
I nod, my forehead flush with Elias’s.
His mouth descends on my neck, and he sucks my skin—leaving his mark on me.
The move combined with his fast thrusts and his fingers pinching my nipples sends me over the edge.
He keeps pumping into me until he comes too.
After at least a minute of trying to catch our breath, he slowly removes himself and helps me put my underwear and leggings back on.
Then he twists me back around and secures the seatbelt before closing my door and walking around to the driver’s side.
That’s when I feel it.
His cum... leaking out of me... soaking my panties.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, seeing my wide eyes and red cheeks.
“We fucked without a condom.”
“We did. Should I be worried?”
“No. Should I?”
“No. I’m STD free. Just got tested a week ago. Want me to email you the results?”
I’m not sure why I’m making this a big deal. Him fucking me raw was hot as hell and felt so, so good.
The best sex we’ve had yet .
“Um, hello, babies? Birth control isn’t 100% effective.”
“I’d happily put a baby inside you.” He winks, starts up the SUV, and merges into traffic.
I suck in a sharp breath. “You can’t say things like that, Elias.”
“Why not?”
“Because we barely know each other. We’re not even in a relationship, and you’re talking about babies?”
“Oh, we’re in a relationship, Chérie. There will be no one else for me or for you. You. Are. Mine.”
I scoff because Chase said those same words to me not long ago. Yet hearing them from Elias makes my heart thunder with excitement.
But babies?
As insane as it is to be talking about having a baby with a man I just met a few months ago and have spent a total of two nights with... or is it two and a half? Three? It doesn’t matter because I don’t hate the idea of having Elias’s baby.
“Ugh! You’re frustrating.”
I cross my arms and turn my head to hide my smile. I can’t with this man. He makes me reckless but at the same time, it’s... freeing .
I can’t tell him that. Not right now when he’s so fucking proud of himself.
Let me humble him.
“I’m really the winner here you know.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You tried to deny me an orgasm and when I threatened to do it myself, you caved and fucked me and gave me my orgasm anyway.”
The smug smile drops, and I giggle. He shakes his head and grabs my hand, weaving his fingers with mine. The move makes my stomach flutter. It’s such an affectionate act... sweet and loving in comparison to the big and scary man offering me this part of his life.
We don’t speak for the rest of the drive, lost in a post-orgasm haze. Elias puts on an indie rock radio station to fill the silence.
Something else I wouldn’t expect the violent mafia boss to enjoy. I guess stereotypes in movies and the mafia books I read had me believing he’d be blasting death metal or something.
We arrive in New York City within the hour, and Elias heads to Brooklyn to his penthouse. Two men are waiting outside the entrance when we pull up.
“I’ll send someone to your apartment to get some of your things tomorrow.”
“I can go. ”
“Not a chance. Chase will likely be there waiting for you. I’m sure he’s already found out I’ve captured and killed some of his men. He’s going to be pissed and want to take it out on you.”
I shiver at the thought.
“No working—I need you to take some time off—and no going out in public unless you have my men with you. Understand?”
There’s no use fighting Elias. I hold my hand to my forehead and give him a salute. “Yes, sir.”
He grabs me by the throat and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Brat,” he says against my lips.
Elias nods at someone over my shoulder and turns to get back in the SUV.
“Are you not coming up?”
“I have some leads I need to follow. I won’t be around a lot this week, at least not until I find Chase. He’s never going to lay another hand on you. I promise you that.”