Chapter 18 – Sage
H oly shit. I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I’m going to let Elias fuck me while on my period.
In my experience, men get uncomfortable when I talk about my time of the month. They frantically find a way to change the subject, don’t make eye contact with me, or try to be funny, but it only ends up being weird.
Elias washes his hands, then crouches on the floor before me. The urge to cover myself is strong.
“Put your hands on the counter, Sage. I see you itching to use them.”
I plant them at my sides, clutching the marbled edge.
“Open your legs for me,” Elias says, tapping my knee.
I do as he orders and immediately feel exposed.
Elias’s palm skims up the inside of my thigh, and I hold my breath .
“Relax, Sage. It’s just a little blood.”
Right. The murdering mafia boss isn’t afraid of blood.
His fingertips tickle my opening as he attempts to grab the tampon string. Once he has a hold on it, he tugs and pulls it free.
The first day of my period is always the heaviest so of course blood drips out of me with nothing to catch it.
I jerk the moment Elias’s finger enters me, pumping in and out of me slowly at first.
My breath hitches.
Fuck.
That feels good.
He picks up speed, and his thumb finds my clit and starts massaging it. My eyes roll back in my head.
He brings me to the cusp of orgasm before he stops. I’m about to yell at him but next thing I know, he’s lifting me off the floor.
“What the fuck?!”
He lays me down on the island countertop, sending veggies, pepperoni, and sausage to the floor.
He spreads me open to get better access to my clit, then descends on my pussy and resumes pumping. My hands find his hair and fist the strands, attempting to pull him closer to me.
“Yes, fuck, Elias.”
I slide my hands under my shirt and grab my nipples to pinch and pull .
“I’m close,” I moan.
Elias sucks on my clit, lashing his tongue over the swollen nerves and adds a second finger. He drives into me at the perfect speed, and my walls clamp around the digits.
Then he stops and removes his fingers.
I’m going to stab him.
I feel around the countertop for the knife I’d been using to cut veggies, but Elias knocks it out of my hand just as I grab it.
“Naughty girl,” he says, amused at the way he’s torturing me.
He looks so sinister smiling with a bloody chin, mouth, and nose. He fishes his cock out of his pants and uses my blood for lubrication.
My head falls back with a groan.
“Hang on to me,” he says and tugs my ass off the edge enough to slide into me in one fast thrust.
I hold on the best that I can while he drives into me.
The sound of our bodies slapping together is loud enough to drown out the music of the record playing in the living room.
“Yes, Boss, please,” I say because he’s worked me up to the point where I’m already reaching climax.
“Lift your shirt. Let me see your glorious tits, Ma Chérie.”
I do, and he descends on them, latching on like a hungry man before a four-course meal .
His teeth graze over one of my nipples and Elias moans, clearly feeling my pussy walls work around him.
“Choke me,” I say, and he doesn’t think twice.
His large hands wrap around my throat, and he squeezes.
“Tap my arm if it’s too much,” he says.
I barely hear him because I’m lost in ecstasy.
I’ve never been fucked like this... He’s feral, his hips jerking into me as my ass hangs off the kitchen island.
His hands—that have caused many deaths—tight around my throat.
He could easily squeeze harder and kill me.
The thought excites me and sends me over the edge.
He releases my neck and pauses while my walls massage his cock, then he picks up his thrusts to chase his own release.
It doesn’t take long.
One last pump, and he stills while he pours cum inside me.
He buries his face in my neck, breathing hard. To be fair, he did all the work, holding up all 250 pounds of me.
Not to mention he just had an allergic reaction. He should be taking it easy, not dancing and fucking.
“Fuck, Sage, that was good.”
The timer on the pizza oven dings, and I burst out laughing.
“Perfect timing,” I say .
Elias chuckles, then he carefully removes himself from me.
He gives me a peck on the cheek, careful of his mouth being covered in my period blood.
“Go get cleaned up, and I’ll get our pizza plated.” He helps me off the counter. “What do you want to drink?”
“Maybe a ginger ale. I don’t need any more alcohol after getting drunk at brunch today.”
“ I got you something,” I say when we’re done eating and sitting on the couch listening to another record featuring songs from the sixties.
I’ve learned it’s Elias’s favorite era of music.
He likes music from the seventies, eighties, and nineties too.
He blanched when I told him my favs were Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, and Adele.
“What do you mean?” Elias asks, finishing up a text message and setting his phone down on the table next to the couch.
“A Christmas present. I know it’s a little late, but you obviously didn’t get to celebrate this year because of me so...”
“You didn’t need to do this,” he says as I hand him a box and a bag. “I don’t celebrate Christmas. Plus, I didn’t get you anything.”
“Yes, you did. You saved me from Chase.”
“That’s not a gift, Sage. It was a necessity.”
“Still... I just wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciate you being a Level 100 Clinger and stalking me.”
He rolls his eyes at the Level 100 Clinger remark.
“Look, I know you couldn’t save your mom, and you’ve been living with your guilt and regret over that... but think of all the lives you’ve saved since. The women in those shipping containers…me...”
He clears his throat and looks away.
I place my palm over his knuckles. He’s clinging onto the wrapped box hard enough that they’re starting to turn white.
“I don’t deserve this,” he whispers.
“You do, and if you don’t open these gifts right now, I’m going to kick your ass.”
He barks out a laugh, and I relax a little because I was worried giving him a gift was the wrong move. He wasn’t mad about it... just surprised and feeling unworthy.
He rips the Christmas tree themed wrapping paper to shreds, then extracts a knife from his ankle to cut the tape of the box.
Inside is another box.
“A WWE Lego set? ”
I nod enthusiastically.
“Did you ever play with Legos as a kid?”
He shakes his head slowly, staring at the box in awe.
“Wait, I just realized I don’t know how old you are.”
He lets out a puff of breath. “Thirty-six.”
“When’s your birthday?” I ask.
“July twentieth. What about you? You’re, what? Thirty-three?”
“In February. My birthday is February 2 nd . Groundhog Day.”
I take the Lego box off his lap and hand him the bag decorated with a bunch of dancing Santas.
“Next one.”
He doesn’t hesitate this time and pushes past the tissue paper until spotting the gift. He lifts his head, tears welling in his beautiful, dark blue eyes.
“Sage,” he nearly sobs. He pulls the gift out of the bag. “A championship belt?”
“Yep! And look,” I turn it over and point at the name on the back. “John Cena signed it.”
“How?”
“I know a guy who knows a guy.”
I don’t tell him that the bouncer at Club 99 SoHo, who I was sleeping with up until meeting Elias, is a part-time wrestler and good friends with John Cena’s former agent. I made a call a few days ago and the belt arrived by courier last night .
I wasn’t sure who his favorite is, but I know there are some wrestlers who don’t align with his political views, but Cena does and based on his reaction, it was a good choice. CM Punk would have worked too, but I don’t know anyone connected to him.
“And...” I reach into the bottom of the gift bag.
“Tickets to see a live taping of WWE Raw. They film in California so we’d have to take a plane, obviously after all this mess with Chase is taken care of, but maybe we can go to Disneyland when we’re out there.
I’ve never been. I mean, I traveled all around the country with Chase, but we never had time to do tourist stuff.
I haven’t even been out of the country, so I have a lot of catching up to do.
I’m sure you’ve been everywhere. You own a freakin’ island for fuck’s sake—”
“Sage,” Elias says, interrupting my nervous rambling.
“Sorry, I know that’s a lot of future promises, and we still don’t know each other well enough for me to be making plans with you, so you can tell me if you don’t want to go. The tickets are open-ended, and you can take anyone you want—”
“Sage!” he barks. “You’re the only one and, yes, we will go to Disney World. If you want, I’ll buy out the entire park for one day, just for you and me.”
“It’s Disneyland. Disney World is in Florida. I’ve never been there either.”
He sighs and grabs me by the chin .
“After we get rid of Chase, I promise you that I will fly you anywhere you want to go. Disneyland, Disney World, London, Paris, Italy?”
I nod.
“Scotland, Tokyo, Costa Rica?”
I nod again.
“Turks and Caicos, Hawaii, Antarctica?”
“Oh, maybe not Antarctica. Too cold. Though, I wouldn’t mind hanging out with some penguins.”
Elias kisses me and it’s the kind of kiss that would give rom-com kisses a run for their money. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli plays on the record player and all that’s missing is cheers from bystanders and my leg lifting up in delight.
When Elias releases me from the soul-searching kiss, he rests his forehead on mine.
“Thank you, Sage. This is the best thing that’s happened to me in a very long time.”
This time, I kiss him, because my heart breaks at his words.
I can’t imagine what it was like for him being forced to grow up too fast. To be abused by the person who was supposed to keep him safe and love him at all costs.
And to find the one parent who actually showed him that love and safety dead in a pool of her own blood.
We spend the rest of the night watching movies, including Ghost , inspired by our pizza dough moment earlier. We turn the channel to the ball drop at Times Square just in time to count down to midnight. Then we kiss and fall asleep together on the couch.
Best. New Year’s Eve. Ever.