TWENTY SIX
G abriella was being a stubborn, teasing little brat. She avoided me after our last conversation. She was trying to ignore me, but wasn't doing a very good job at it.
I could feel her boring holes into my head whenever she thought I wasn't looking. On top of that, I constantly kept an eye on the entrance way. I needed to make sure there were no unwanted guests.
Not only would I have done it on my own accord, but it was also Braun's orders after we disclosed our information about Freeman to him.
I sat at the table with Amala, Ares, and several other agents. Kayden and Kehlani couldn't make it because they were out of town for the week. My eyes drifted in the direction of the beautiful goddess.
She sat at the bar with two other women, one of which I recognised as Melissa, her assistant. The other was most likely Helena, the event planner. I happened to do thorough research on Miss Sevilla and the people she associated with.
The second she was alone I made my move. "I'll be right back." Ares hummed in response, but when I looked back, he was laughing to himself. I removed my suit jacket, hung it over the back of my chair, grabbed my glass of whiskey, and walked over to her.
I wasn't supposed to consume any hard liquor, but fuck it. And I didn't have time to address Ares' reaction. Right now I needed to deal with my number one priority and headache. God, how could one woman evoke different emotions out of me simultaneously?
"Ignoring me isn't going to resolve our issues. If anything, you'll just piss me off," I murmured. We were surrounded by other guests who were seated at the bar area, so I didn't want them to overhear our conversation.
She looked at me with disgust covering her facial features. "Go fuck yourself," she muttered under her breath, turning to walk away.
I sipped on the last bit of whiskey in my glass before slamming it onto the countertop. My jaw ticked and I watched her with narrowed eyes. "Why don't you come closer and say that to me again?"
Gabriella spun around and gazed at me with both lust and trepidation in those honey-coloured eyes, and if I was being honest, the look on her face turned me on more than it should have.
"Do you have a hearing problem?" she asked sassily.
She was testing me, I could sense it. She wanted me to snap, she wanted me to lose my self-restraint.
"I heard you loud and clear the first time, but I want you to repeat what you said." With both hands in my pockets, I took slow, antagonizing steps towards her.
"What did I say?" She was playing with me, this is what she did. She fucked with my head and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it .
"Come here and I'll tell you." She didn't move, she remained in one spot—fidgeting with her gold bracelet. I wanted to take her right here, right now, in front of everyone. Fuck her so hard she'd feel me inside of her for the rest of the week.
Within seconds, I stood in front of her as she gazed up at me with irises that displayed mischievousness and innocence all at once.
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and slid my fingers into her soft hair. I leaned in, lowering my head next to her ear. "You said I should go fuck myself, right, sweetheart?"
The question was rhetorical, and due to our proximity, I could hear her heavy breathing, feel her increased heartbeat, and the temperature of her overheated skin.
"You know," I whispered, while the people around us danced to the soft music playing in the background, "you've been testing my damn patience. I can't wait to get you home so I can fuck some manners into you."
She gasped softly and then her palms were on my chest in an instant as she tried to push me away, but I gripped her wrists, holding them in place. "Let go of me, Nicolas."
"You started this." I used my grip on her to my advantage, twirling her body and then pulling her close to me. "I'll finish it, though." She fought against me, struggling to break free. "I love it when you fight me. Makes the sex much sweeter."
With one hand holding her head steady and my other arm wrapped around her waist, she had nowhere to go. But of course, my little butterfly always had something up her sleeve.
She brought her knee up between my legs, but I reacted swiftly and stopped her. At that moment, our eyes locked and the look of fear on her face once again had me going feral. One word, just one was all it took to make it known that she fucked up.
" Run . "
She breathed heavily, eyeing me for a few seconds before turning on her heel and speed walking towards what she assumed was the exit of this vicinity. If only she knew that door led straight to the hallway that would either lead you to the restrooms or towards a staircase, taking you to the second floor of the building.
The exit was on the other side and she wouldn't have been able to make it to the entrance either even if she tried. I watched her hips sway, hypnotizing me and sending me into a trance.
I laughed to myself, finding the thrill of hunting her down all too overwhelming. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, blood rushing straight to my cock and my head. The feeling was dizzying, addicting, sensational.
I gave her a head start because even though I wanted to ruin her, there was still that minuscule part of me that had a soft spot only for her.
I looked around the room, noticing that Amala and Ares weren't anywhere in sight and the other guests were too focused on themselves to observe their surroundings.
I popped open the third button of my shirt and flicked my wrist to check the time. A minute passed by, now was the time to search for my butterfly.
I walked in the direction she ran to and turned the corner. She didn't realize that I was fucking obsessed with her. I could follow the scent of her perfume and I'd find her.
My eyes darted to the staircase. My intuition was telling me that's where she went. My steps were silent. The smell of her fresh perfume became more pungent and I smirked, knowing I went in the right direction.
Leisurely, I ascended the steps, listening closely for any possible sound. "You want me to chase you?" My voice echoed in the spacious hallway. "Just remember that when I catch you, I'll show you no mercy."
Silence filled the space. It was so quiet I could hear a pin drop. I listened for the slightest movement, feeling like a predator hunting its prey. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed the slightest movement.
Gabriella would've gotten away had I not been extremely vigilant. She ran to the staircase for her narrow escape, but I closed in on her, grabbed her by the elbow, and pushed her against the wall. She whimpered when her skin made contact with the cold surface.
"Found you," I murmured, dragging my left hand up her body before wrapping it around her neck. "I could easily strangle the life out of you, but you'd probably enjoy that shit, yeah?"
Her mesmerizing eyes were droopy, so I tightened my hold around her delicate flesh, feeling her pulse thrum against my fingertips. Her lips parted, shallow breaths escaping her mouth as she inhaled sharply trying to gasp for air.
She held onto my forearm, digging her manicured nails into my skin. My cock was painfully hard at this point and I was dying to fuck her. "Watching the life slowly drain from your eyes really gets me going."
When I finally loosened my grip, she sucked in a sharp breath of air, her chest rising and falling. "I don't even know why I agreed to be yours. You're a maniac," she gasped.
She writhed against me, trying to escape. "You agreed because you clearly can't get enough of me, but no need to worry, I feel the same way about you."
"You're a lunatic and full of yourself? God, what a combination." She tried pulling my hand away from her neck, but her attempts were futile. "Just let me go." The deep frown on her face was cute, but for some reason, she always thought I was intimidated by her.
I brought my face closer to hers, our lips brushing lightly. " Okay," I said. "I'll let you go if your answer to my question is no."
"What?" she bit out, gritting her teeth. "What's the damn question?" Her minty breath fanned my face, making me want to kiss her until she couldn't breathe.
"Are you wet for me right now?" Her face dropped and she gulped. I slid my right hand from her arm, to her hips, down her belly until I finally reached the slit in her dress. "Is your tight little pussy soaked for me?"
"No."
"No?" I raised an eyebrow, chuckling humourlessly. "Then you wouldn't mind if I checked?" Gabriella shook her head, biting down on her lower lip.
"Nicolas," she said breathlessly, her eyes fluttering close. "Nicolas, please."
"Fuck," I grunted. "You're so fucking sweet when you beg me like that." I slid my hand between her legs, brushing my fingers over her lace thong. I froze when I felt how wet she was. No, drenched.
A low hiss escaped my lips while Gabriella moaned softly. "You're a terrible liar."
"You asked me if I was wet for you ." She paused. "I said no because it's not for you." I laughed again and this time it was sinister. I pushed her panties to the side, sliding my middle finger in between her wet folds.
There was a darkness that festered inside of me at the thought of Gabriella being with anybody other than me. "You really wanna fuck with me right now, mikrí petaloúda ?" My voice dropped an octave, my grip around her throat tightening once more.
"No, but I'd prefer it if you fucked me instead." Anger simmered beneath the surface, mixed with jealousy. I pulled her towards the nearest restroom, pushing her inside the confined space before slamming the door shut and locking it behind us .
The clicking sound was almost deafening in the quiet space. I could hear our heavy breathing as I stared at the woman who clawed her way into my bloodstream, infiltrating every part of me.
With my hands on her hips, I walked us backward—pushing her against the sink and crashing my lips onto hers. She moaned into my mouth, wrapping her arms around my neck. I bit down on her soft lower lip, which instantly granted me access to her mouth.
I used my tongue, pressing it flat against hers as I grabbed the top part of her shimmery dress with both hands and pulled it down, exposing her tits. A mixture of a gasp and whimper left her pouty lips, the sound like music to my ears.
When I broke the kiss, she began whining like the desperate needy brat she was. "Nicolas."
"Is this what you want?" I asked, tugging the fabric further down her body. Her tits were swollen as fuck and ready to be sucked on. "You want me to fuck you like a whore ?"
She tried pushing my hands away, but I grabbed her wrists and held them firmly together with one hand. She was panting, her lips parted slightly while she stared at me. I gripped her jaw, squeezing it hard.
"Answer me, sweetheart." I pushed my rock-hard dick against her pussy, grinding against her. "Do you want me to pound your tight pussy until you're begging me to stop?"
"Nico." That damn nickname. "I want anything you have to offer me, anything and everything, please ."
I let go of her hands then yanked her thong down her thighs—ripping it halfway through when impatience got the better of me. I bunched her dress up, holding the fabric up with one hand and used the other to unbuckle my belt while she watched me with those curious, hazel eyes.
I pulled the zipper of my pants down and hooked my thumbs into my slacks and briefs, tugging it down halfway, freeing my hard, aching cock.
Gabriella's eyes zeroed in on my dick which was now leaking precum. I quickly spun her around and bent her over, leaving a harsh slap on her ass. The flesh jiggled and I could see my handprint forming.
She moaned softly, squeezing her thick thighs together. "Nicolas, I—" Another slap silenced her almost instantly.
"Shut the fuck up," I said calmly. I gathered her long hair into my fist, tugging on the soft strands to hold her head up.
With my cock lined up at her soaking-wet entrance, her eyes shut but I pulled her hair and eased the tip of my dick into her. "Keep your eyes on the mirror and watch me ruin you."
Slowly, torturously slow, I sank myself into her. Her wetness enveloped me and I groaned as the pleasurable feeling sent jolts of electricity up and down my spine.
I used my other hand to choke her while I fucked her slowly, moving my hips back and forth. "I can't get enough of you." My voice was on the verge of cracking. " You're the reason I'm behaving like a fucking lunatic." Gabriella moaned softly, holding her arms out behind her to place her palms on my abdomen.
My voice was unrecognizable, my head spun and I felt like passing out due to the immense pleasure. "Nico, I can't."
"Open up that pussy for me, baby," I murmured, placing soft kisses along her shoulder. I was seconds away from wrecking her, but I wanted her to adjust first.
"It's too much," she whimpered, the saccharine sound of her voice making my legs tremble.
"Relax for me." I pulled out slowly, letting the tip of my cock linger at her entrance. "Breathe, you need to let me in." Then slowly, I inched back inside of her—watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.
"How does it always feel so good?" she sobbed, pressing her nails against me. The material of my shirt was thin, so the stinging sensation only added to my arousal.
"You feel even better." I was utterly fucked . My one rule was never to fuck without a condom but I threw that out of the window only after the second time we fucked. Now I dreamed of filling her up with my come so she could feel me dripping from her for days.
"Baby," she whimpered, slamming her thick ass against me with sheer force. "I'm going to come." This was the moment I was waiting for.
I straightened my spine, wrapping both of my hands around her neck. I moved my hips forward, pressing her lower body tightly against the sink, preventing her from moving while I fucked her hard and slow.
She couldn't orgasm if the strokes were too slow, so I had her right where I wanted her. As anticipated, she tried to move, struggling to grind her wet pussy on me. A frustrated sound left her lips, making me smirk while I watched us in the mirror.
"Isn't this what you wanted, my love?" I bit her shoulder, making her cry out. "Bad girls aren't allowed to come. They just get used."
Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of crimson, her lips swollen. "Wait no, please. I'm so close," she sobbed.
"Aw, my needy girl." I kissed her shoulder. "You asked for this and now I have no regard for how close you are." My thrusts were slow and hard, the squishy sounds of her wetness becoming louder. Her tits jiggled with each thrust of my hips.
"Nico, please, I'm begging you. Please." Gabriella furrowed her eyebrows, trying yet again to move, but failing.
"Beg all you want, Gabriella, nothing's going to change. You'll watch yourself take every inch of my cock while you desperately cling to that hope of an orgasm."
I turned her head sideways so I could whisper in her ear. "Each time you're close to the edge, I'll snatch you away. Tonight, your pleasure belongs to me. I'll edge you until you're fucking crying, and even then, you still won't come."
Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks while she whimpered. "Your tears do nothing but turn me on, mikrí petaloúda ."
Nicolas fucked me like only he knew how, hitting that spot deep inside of me that had me crying out. He placed one hand over my mouth, filling me to the hilt over and over again.
"Shh, you need to be quiet," he murmured, the sound of his voice making me shiver. "We wouldn't want your guests or that acquaintance of yours to hear you like this, right?"
I shook my head, my pussy clenching around his dick. "We don't want them to hear what a moaning mess you become when I fuck you good." I whimpered into his palm. "You're going to take it, aren't you? Take all of my come."
All I could do was nod, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. "The things I'd do to fuck my baby into you, mikrí petaloúda ." The feeling in the pit of my stomach intensified. "That way we'd be bound together, for life."
"Oh God," I said softly, squeezing my eyes shut.
"You can call out to God or any other deity, but nobody's going to save you from me, sweetheart." I placed my hands on the sink and gripped it tightly in an attempt to bring myself back to reality, because at this moment, I was floating far away.
He moved his palm away from my mouth and choked me out while he gave me ruthless thrusts. I gasped for air, lowering my head.
"Tell me you love it," he urged me, and I knew what he was referring to. "Let me hear that sweet voice and tell me what I want to hear."
"I love it, Nicolas." My pussy clamped down on him and my orgasm hit me harder than ever before. I moaned loudly, digging my nails into my palms.
"Oh fuck," he grunted, his hold on my neck tightening. "I'll never get tired of this, of watching you come all over my dick."
"Shit," I murmured, my body hitching forward when his thrusts became more relentless. I could feel another orgasm approaching and I wiggled against him. "Wait." I gasped, my voice cracking in the process.
"You want me to wait?" His tone was condescending, a reminder of everything that lead to this very moment. I nodded, unable to speak. "That's too bad." He pulled out, letting the head of his dick linger at my opening before slamming into me.
He pushed the side of his hand into my mouth and I involuntarily bit down on it. He hissed, fucking me like he hated me. "That's it, bite my hand if you have to, but you better stay quiet."
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, the pleasure racking through me at a rapid pace. "Can I fill you up with my come, sweetheart?" he groaned, making me whimper against his hand.
My bodily response was the answer to his question, because I came so hard, seeing stars as my vision went blurry. Nicolas pushed into me, filling me up completely, and that's when I felt it.
Warm liquid, running down my thighs. He breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure as he reached his climax. I watched him in the mirror, the sight was one to behold.
He looked absolutely majestic with his dark hair, a few strands covering his left eye, his toned abdomen, those broad shoulders and chest. If he really wanted me to have his baby, I'd say yes in a heartbeat.
Our eyes locked in the mirror and I've never felt a connection so strong. "You're my salvation, but you're also going to be my ultimate demise." I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. "I don't even want to pull out right now."
His words were still lingering in my mind and I wanted to question, but decided we weren't in the position to have a heart to heart right now. "Let's get you cleaned up. Are you okay?"
"I've never been better." I smiled, suddenly feeling shy.
"You can't be shy right now." He slowly pulled out. The emptiness made me shiver and I held onto the sink for support. "After I just—" I elbowed him in the abdomen, making him huff, but the sound was followed by laughter.
"Don't you dare say it, Nicolas." I grinned.
"Don't be violent." He chuckled. "Have I ever told you how much I love your dimples?" I turned around, holding onto him to steady myself. Not only because my legs were wobbly, but due to the fact that his simple compliment about my dimples made me weak in the knees.
"You're supposed to clean me up." I leaned in, the heels I wore giving me a few extra inches.
"Now who's the distraction?" He chuckled. "I still stand by my statement." He kissed me on the cheek, then on the side of my lips. "I love your dimples. You're literal perfection."
"I think you're perfection." I didn't mean to say that aloud, but the words were already out in the open. We looked at each other for what felt like hours before I snapped out of my gaze. "Clean. That's the word of the day. Clean, Nicolas. Focus."
He laughed, freshening up before tending to me. The contrast of how he just fucked me and how gently he was handling me right now made my stomach flutter. I didn't think I'd ever get close to another man, given my last relationship.
Sex. That's all it was ever meant to be with me an Nicolas, and now I found myself falling face first into this never ending abyss. I found myself falling for him. Falling in love.