6. Nadia
Chapter 6
Nadia
“Oh wow, that’s fab news,” I say to my mother after finding out my grandpa is over the worst and the doctor is considering releasing him from the hospital. “I’ll be home by mid-afternoon. I want to visit him later.”
“Did you have an enjoyable time with Oscar?” Mom asks. I know she loves him. Since I got home, she hasn’t stopped gushing about him, practically cooing with delight.
“Yeah.” With a smile, I acknowledge Oscar as he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips gently against my neck.
“That’s nice.,” Mom says.
“I looked after your daughter for you,” he leans over and says into my cell.
“You are a good boy, Oscar.”
“He is Mom,” I say, grinning at Oscar.
“Much nicer than Dominic. Maybe you two should move out of the friend zone.”
I swallow. We weren’t in the friend zone last night, or this morning.
I catch Oscar staring at me as I finish the conversation, his eyes drilling a hole into the side of my head.
“Who’s Dominic?” he asks the moment I disconnect.
His jaw clenches so hard he might break a tooth.
“An ex. Why?”
“Why didn’t I know about this... this Dominic?” His nostrils flare.
“Why should you?” My voice hitches up a notch. “Yes, you were stalking me, but I never put my private on display.”
“How long?” His voice is deep. He clears it quickly. “How long were you seeing him?”
I chuckle. “You sound like you’re my boyfriend and I’ve just cheated on you.”
“How long?” he growls.
“Two years.”
He closes his eyes and exhales, feeling the warm air escape from his lungs because his face is so close to mine. “You had someone. Did you love him?”
“I should go home,” I say as I walk away and to the bedroom. I grab my clothes off the chair.
He silently follows. I only realize when he takes my clothes from my hands and puts them back on top of the chair. “You never answered me.”
I turn to face him, my eyes meet his intense gaze. “I don’t know. I thought I did. I thought he loved me, but he never opened up to me. Honestly, I’ve never longed for him the way I did for you.”
He crooks his finger at me, silently urging me to come closer.
Stealthily making my way towards him, I finally reach his side, only to be startled when he unexpectedly lifts me off the ground and hurries towards the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask as pale blue eyes stare down at me.
His chest presses against mine as he cages me between his massive arms. “Who was he?” His nose touching mine as he asks.
“Dominic Logan … the actor.” My breath is raspy, and it scratches my throat.
“Oh?”
“And he cheated on me.”
“Was he the person who texted you last night on our dinner date?” he asks darkly.
I nod.
“He wants you back?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. I nod again. “You’re mine.”
I can’t help but let a chuckle slip out of me at his caveman outrage. “You know I have a career and most of the time I live overseas.”
He sighs. “I heard you, but we can work something out.”
“When did we get to be more than friends?”
His eyes snap up to mine, irritation filling them as he assesses me. “You were always mine.”
I laugh at how jealous he suddenly sounds. Destroying the calm deposition he claimed yesterday. “Oscar…”
He slams his mouth on mine, shutting me up as he slides his tongue into my mouth as he presses his chest against mine. I’m only wearing his tee-shirt and the force of his kiss. It rides higher. He hooks a finger over his boxers and slips them lower, looks into my eyes and says, “Tell me I’m not yours.”
I can’t.
“You know you are. We were always going to get back together one day. Why the fuck did you nearly destroy that with Dominic?”
“You sound ridiculous right now.” I shake my head in frustration.
He plunges his cock into my pussy, snapping his hips back and into me again. We groan in unison.
“Marry me.”
“Oh god!” With each thrust, his fingers grip my hips tightly, intensifying the sensation and eliciting moans from deep within me.
“Marry me!” he says again. His eyes locking on mine as his hand reaches between us, slides to the space we meet, and he pinches my clit.
I groan.
He persists with his ministrations, refusing to give up or stop speaking. “You know you drive me fucking crazy, Nadia? You’ve always driven me crazy. You’re mine, always have been and always will be all fucking mine.”
His free hands wraps around my throat before he presses his lips on mine. He pulls away from the kiss. “Tell me, Nads. Say the words,” he pleads, his eyes searching for confirmation. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I press my body against him, craving the imminent climax. He groans and his eyes roll as we meet each other roughly with each thrust.
“Nadia…” he murmurs. His eyes burning into mine, but the sound of my name on his lips is like he’s lost the fight.
“Of course I’m yours,” I whisper.
“Fuck, yes. But I’m going to come inside you, beautiful, if you keep squeezing my cock like you are.”
He continues to fuck me like he’s annoyed with me, but I must be weird because I love this kind of sex. With each thrust, my body instinctively arches and my eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock brings.
“Come inside me,” I beg. His eyes search my face. “I want to feel you fill me.”
“Fuck! That sounds so hot,” he says.
His fingers increase the speed of their movements against my clit, making my pussy throb with anticipation. The release is imminent, and I can already feel the excitement building up inside me. I try to hold it back, but the feeling is too intense.
“Come off the pill…” Oscar says, staring and waiting for an answer.
I’ve yearned for a baby for years, but deep down, I know this desire is driven by lust.
His hands move from my neck and clit to grasp my hips. He rests on his heels and drags my thighs so they straddle him. He holds me there and fucks me hard, his eyes burning into mine as the grip on my hips tightens with every thrust.
I close my eyes as I feel his thick cock thrusting in and out of me, filling me up with each stroke. With each thrust, his breathing echoes in my ears.
“Oh, yes.” Loud moans escape my lips as I feel his cock hitting my G-spot, igniting waves of pleasure that surge through me.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
My climax is getting closer, and my body is shaking with desire. He rubs tight circles against my clit. His cock sliding in and out of my pussy with each motion. A delightful sensation starts to bubble up inside me, growing stronger with each passing moment.
As he continues thrusting, he hits my G-spot over and over. My body shakes with desire. I close my eyes, letting the pleasure take over as he continues to drive me to the edge.
“Oscar.” I cry out. His name echoes through his apartment.
His grip on my hips tightens as he pushes deeper into me. “Fuck … Yes… Nad...” My name disappears on his lips as I continue to pulse and squeeze his cock as he spills his hot release inside me.
As the effects of his high wear off, Oscar gently cradles my face in his hands and softly kisses my lips, intensifying my already weakened state. Then he holds me against his chest in a sweet moment. “You need to sleep.”
“I need to go home,” I retort. “I’m going to visit from Grandpa later today.”
“Rest first and I’ll drive you home.”
“Deal.” I smile. Enjoying the thought of a comfortable journey home, instead of dealing with the rush of a train.
He lowers me onto my back and my head falls back against the pillow.
The weight of exhaustion washes over me, causing me to close my eyes and succumb to a peculiar feeling as he wraps his arms around me from behind and plants soft kisses on my neck. The peculiar feeling is bliss.
“You’re perfect, Nadia,” he whispers against my neck.
My hand instinctively reaches behind me, grasping his body and bringing him closer to mine. “Hold me.”
“I’ll hold you forever if you let me,” he says before turning me to face him and tilting my face to his. His warm breath caresses my lips and I can’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me.
His powerful arms encircle me, pulling me close and holding me tight. I close my eyes and let him kiss me deeply, savoring the moment because in truth, if my grandpa is getting better, I won’t be staying around too much longer.
As he pulls back, his eyes lock onto mine, and I can almost feel him diving into the depths of my thoughts.
“You’re perfect, Nadia,” he whispers against my lips. “You always have been, and you always will be.”
I close my eyes, taking in the moment. I don’t want to let it go, but I know I must. I open my eyes, and he meets mine with a smile. We both know what’s coming. We both knew this is temporary.
He rests his forehead against mine and says, “You never gave me an answer.”
“Sorry?”
“Will you marry me?”