40. Ariyan
ARIYAN
Love is a slippery slope.
It starts innocently enough.
Warm smiles, stolen glances, simple words of affection.
Suddenly, everything feels significant, and before you realize it, you find yourself craving someone’s attention, obsessing over every action, whether big or small.
Love makes you lonely.
It also makes you desperate, angry, jealous, weak.
It clouds your judgment, turning you blind to reality and vulnerable to one’s mercy.
Above all, love is misery. It brings you to your knees, and that’s a pity, because it’s always when you’re most vulnerable that life strikes, proving to you how insignificant this all truly was.
“Champagne?” asked the waitress in a bunny costume while offering me a glass.
Not taking my eyes off the cage, I shook my head, politely refusing.
She moved on to the gentleman beside me, although calling him that was a joke.
The men and women in this club were nothing but dirty scavengers wrapped in expensive clothing.
The only one worthy of my undivided attention was him, El Embriagado, the beast currently fighting for me inside the cage.
I’ll fight and win for you until you’re free. I promise, Ari. I won’t quit until you pay off that last fucking dime.
True to his word, or for whatever savior complex he suffered from, Mr. Rivas did precisely as he promised.
Five months had passed since Christmas Eve.
Five months in which he remained undefeated, winning my battles and getting me closer to the end of what used to be an endless road, just as he did tonight.
My breath caught as I watched him throw a perfect uppercut to his opponent’s head. The way his muscles stretched and tensed with the hit reminded me of how his strong body moved between the sheets, and I bit my lip, eyes locked on him as he landed the final blow that finished the fight.
Everyone cheered.
They always cheered for him; he was simply that incredible. Enough to get a crowd of privileged elitists excited. But he cared for none of them, only me. Whenever the fight ended and without missing a beat, he’d search for me, and the second our eyes met, he’d smile, just as he did now.
Love is a slippery slope.
Yes. That was indeed the case for Mr. Rivas.
* * *
I opened my eyes to find him lying beside me.
Deep in sleep after we fucked, his head was now resting on the pillow next to mine, his lips slightly parted and his brows relaxed.
Other than the bandage on his upper cheekbone, he seemed calm, peaceful, and I was tempted to reach forward and brush the pads of my fingers across his jaw, but instead, I got up.
Leaving the guest bedroom, where we often fucked after he won a fight, I walked back to my room and went straight for the shower.
My whole body was sore and covered with bite marks that rogue had left on my skin as if to prove a point.
Brushing my fingers over one of the hickeys on my neck, I sighed.
He’s such a handful.
Turning on the tap, I waited for the water to heat before stepping in. The hot steam felt good, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, slowly dragging my hands along my neck all the way up to my hair. Running my fingers through the roots, I took a deep breath, my body relaxing.
What are you so ashamed of, huh? You’ve already seen it all. Don’t tell me… You want to fuck Mommy yourself, don’t you?
I shut my eyes harder, trying to fight her voice in my head.
That’s what you all are, every one of you. Dirty, stinky, filthy pigs.
My heart rate increased, and my skin began to itch.
Come on, show Mommy that ugly little prick hanging between your legs.
I turned the water hotter.
How small. You’ll never satisfy any woman with that sad little thing, just like your daddy.
The ache became unbearable, and slowly, I began scratching my arm—
I dropped my hand and opened my eyes to the sound of someone stepping into the bathroom.
“If you’re awake, go home,” I said, back facing him, while reaching for the soap.
“I will.”
Ignoring his presence, I went on rinsing myself when the shower door opened. I tensed at the cold air that slipped inside, but the second Mr. Rivas wrapped his big arms around me, I no longer felt cold.
“I thought you said you’d go home.”
“I did.” He kissed my nape, then reached for the tap and lowered the water temperature. “Don’t you get burned?”
I tsked. “Who said you could join me?”
Grabbing my jaw, he tilted my head to the side before taking over my lips. I accepted him with an open mouth as he thrust his greedy tongue inside, his other hand already sliding to my cock.
How small. You’ll never satisfy any woman with that sad little thing, just like your daddy.
I bit on his tongue, and he hissed, clenching me harder before pushing me against the shower’s wall. Over the time we’d been sleeping together, he’d learned not to let me get away with things, and I enjoyed it quite a bit.
“Suddenly, you’re no longer fond of pain, are you, Mr. Rivas—ah,” I gasped, eyes closing as he pushed his fingers into my hole.
“I love that you’re still soft down here,” he rasped in my ear as he stretched me open. “If only I’d come inside… you’d be dripping with my cum right now.”
I turned from the wall and cupped his cheeks in my palm, squeezing him tight.
“You’d better keep that filthy mouth of yours shut,” I hissed as the water washed down our bodies.
A cocky grin took over his lips, one that made my jaw tick and my stomach flip. Irritated, I gritted my teeth.
“On your knees.”
Doing as he was told, he dropped to his knees before me, his big hands holding on to my waist.
“Just admit that you love my mouth—”
Fisting his hair, I tilted his head back, my eyes locking on his thick neck and veins that traveled along it.
If I’d just slit it, even just a tiny cut, so much blood would spill it would paint this shower red.
But then again, it would be such a waste, as he truly did have a lovely mouth.
Therefore, instead of going for a knife, I grabbed my cock and brought it to his lips.
“Open up.”
Still holding my stare, he slowly did, then stuck out his tongue.
Pleased, I thrust my hips forward, shoving my dick in.
Wrapping his lips around my girth, Mr. Rivas let out a small groan as he began sucking me, using his tongue in the process.
His mouth was warm and welcoming, always so eager to take a cock that I couldn’t help but enjoy it.
Pleasure surged through me, and I peeked down at his pitiful form.
His eyes were closed, his cheeks hollow and lips wrapped around my length.
And while he sucked me like a bitch, his own dick was so rigidly hard I bet it was painful.
Still, after ramming that monster of his inside me all night, he had a lot more to give before he’d get some.
Fisting his hair tighter, I pulled him close as I pushed my cock deeper.
He groaned, but that didn’t make me stop, and instead, I began thrusting in and out.
Saliva ran down his chin as I fucked his mouth, and wanting more, I gripped the back of his head.
Holding on to my waist, he dug his fingers into me, gripping me hard while I bucked my hips into his mouth.
“Now you know how I feel whenever you ram that thing inside me,” I hissed right before placing my foot on his cock. He groaned at the touch, his body shuddering as his mouth stopped working.
“Who told you to stop?” I stepped on his cock harder.
Weak to pain, the idiot groaned around my dick, his eyes closing before I fucked his mouth harder.
He sputtered, eyes watering as he took me like a true professional.
Satisfied with his reaction, I used my foot to massage his hard length while he kept working his mouth, making such sloppy sounds in the process.
It turned me on, and I thrust my hips faster, my muscles tensing at the pace.
My balls grew heavier as I felt my climax building in the pit of my stomach, and so I thrust all the way in until my cock slid freely into his throat.
He gagged, his face beginning to turn red as I held still.
He tapped on my thigh, clearly out of breath, but not even then did I pull out.
With my bottom lip tucked under my teeth, I watched the way his mouth stretched around my cock and how his crystal eyes slowly lost focus.
My dick throbbed at the sight, and the second I felt the first drop of cum wetting my tip, I pulled out, grabbed myself, and came all over his face as he choked for air.
With my cum now dripping down his face, Mr. Rivas brushed his fingers over his eye, wiping some away before he looked up to catch my grin. Not disappointing me, he wasted no time before getting up to his feet, and still catching his breath, he turned me around.
My lips curled up into a teasing smile, and I glanced at him over my shoulder.
“You better wear a condom, or I’ll kill you.”
Heaving like a beast, he replied with force, pushing me hard against the shower wall. I had to use my hands to stop my head from slamming against it.
“Watch it, will you— Shit,” I gasped, my breath hitching after I felt his beast of a cock shoving between my thighs.
I’d just come, yet my eyes still rolled to the back of my head, feeling his cock rubbing against my hole as he slid it in and out of my thighs.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
He huffed, his face shoved into my nape.
“I love it when you swear.”
“Shut your mouth,” I warned, pushing against his thrust. “And focus.”
The sad truth is…
Hugging one arm around my shoulders and another around my stomach, he pulled me in until my back was pressed to his broad chest.
The sad truth is that I also find solace in his embrace.
“I’ve never been more focused in my life.” He kissed me along my neck, still thrusting his cock between my legs.
It felt good, too good, and I craved for him to be bold and breach inside me.
To fuck me deep like he so often did, but knowing better than to ask for such dangerous things, I bit my lip and held my breath until he climaxed and came all over my ass and thighs.
And afterward, when he used his hands to wash me of his release, I pretended to be oblivious while, in fact, I enjoyed it quite a bit.
* * *
“Do you remember that next week, you’re off the hook?” I asked, giving him room under the showerhead so he’d wash himself up.
“Yep.” He scrubbed his hair. “You said something about the hotel hosting some party?”
“Yes.”
While he was busy rinsing his hair, my eyes dipped along his fit body, pinning on a faint scar on the right side of his rib cage.
“Can I come?”
“Where?” I asked, still focusing on the scar. I’d noticed it before and always wondered how he’d gotten it.
“To the party.”
“How did you get this?” I brushed my fingers over the scar when he grabbed my wrist. Looking up, I saw him smiling at me.
“Answer my question first.”
“Of course you can’t come.”
His brows pulled into a frown as he pouted his lips. “Why not?”
“Because it’s held by an outside contract.” My boss. “And the guest list is limited.” To scum and prostitutes.
He grunted his frustration before letting go of me and stepping out of the shower, dripping all over my floor in the process.
Ugh.
I shut off the water, then followed him out, only I made use of the bathroom rug.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I said, watching him dry himself.
“Ah, this scar?” He stopped with the towel in his fist and glanced down at it.
“Yes.”
“Got stabbed my first week in prison.”
I stepped closer. “You did?”
Unfazed, he nodded. “Yeah, I pissed off the wrong inmate. That crazy asshole… he was one cruel motherfucker. Anyway, we started fighting before he pulled out a makeshift knife and stabbed me. It hurt like a bitch, but nothin’ major. A few stitches, and I was as good as new.”
By now, he was all dry, yet stayed naked. He seemed awfully comfortable, which was an issue on its own, but more importantly—
“What happened to him?”
He shrugged. “Beats me. The dude got transferred the same week, and I never saw him again.”
If someone had stabbed me, they’d be long dead.
“How was it?”
He looked at me, confused. “How was what?”
Stepping to stand in front of the mirror, I grabbed my face cream.
“Prison.” I opened the lid and applied some to my hand. “How was it?”
“Awful.”
I watched his expression darken through the mirror.
“I hated every fucking minute of it.”
Done with my cream, I placed it down and turned to face Mr. Rivas, who still seemed soaked in bad memories.
“Well, what a pity,” I said and was ready to move on when he spoke.
“Ever been scared about going there? You know, to be locked up in a cell while life keeps on going?”
Looking him in the eyes, I held his stare.
“No.”
“Really? How come?”
Because I fear worse ends than that.
“I’ve just never thought about it.”
His stare hardened, but before he could slip in another word, I said, “Come on, let’s go back to sleep. It’s late enough already.”