TWENTY NINE
N icolas and I were at a new restaurant that opened in Manhattan, getting ready to order dinner. "I'll be right back, my wallet's in the car." I nodded, smiling when he kissed me on the cheek.
After we revealed parts of ourselves to each other that had been hidden from the rest of the world, there was a shift in our relationship.
"Is that what you tell women before you leave them all alone until they realise you're not returning?" He chuckled darkly, resting his palms on the table and bent down until he was eye level with me.
"You should really watch what you say, because it might get you into a lot of trouble," he murmured suggestively. I fiddled with my fingers, looking up at him with droopy eyes.
"What kind of trouble?"
"You keep this up and you'll find out." He held my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing my lips together. "Now close that mouth."
This man truly had a way with words and he rendered me speechless every single time. He smirked at me, releasing me from his grip before slowly backing away.
I watched him walk, my eyes zeroing in on his broad shoulders and those rippling back muscles that you could see flexing with each step he took. The man was monstrous.
I was too engrossed in Nicolas that I hadn't noticed Liam approaching my table. It was the man who worked in the same building I did—and the man Nicolas warned to stay away from me.
He came to a stop next to me. I knew this interaction was only heading in one direction and I needed to make sure he left before Nico returned. "Hey, gorgeous," he mumbled. He seemed intoxicated.
I smiled politely, my stomach churning. "Hi, Liam."
"Mind if I join you?" Before I could protest, he already slid onto to seat beside me and pressed the side of his body against mine.
When I tried to move away, he placed his palm on my thigh, squeezing the flesh harshly. I grimaced when I felt his clammy hands on my skin, the grip painful.
"What the hell are you doing?" He gripped my wrist with his other hand. The action was subtle and done under the table, so anyone passing by wouldn't notice.
"Oh, come on, Gabs." The nickname coming from him made bile rise in my throat. "That little boyfriend of yours isn't around to save you now, is he?"
I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something, but it's like my body wouldn't cooperate with me. "I've always found you attractive. He doesn't even seem like your type. Why don't you just give me a chance? "
One moment, it felt like the walls were closing in around me and the next moment, Liam was being ripped away from me and thrown onto the floor. "Do you know what my mistake was, Liam ?" Nicolas asked sarcastically.
Of course he couldn't answer and just looked at Nico with wide eyes. The fear was evident. "My mistake was giving you a free pass when I should've fucking killed you the first time I saw you."
I watched the scene unfold, feeling as though I were experiencing a panic attack. Nicolas spoke lowly so only Liam and I could hear. We were also in a secluded section of the restaurant with dim lighting above and around us, so the scene taking place wasn't causing any traction because nobody could really see it at first glance.
"Let me help you up," Nicolas sneered, grabbing Liam by the throat and yanking him up before turning to me. "Did he touch you?"
I knew I couldn’t lie to him. I nodded, watching his facial expression change. “Are you okay?” He asked.
"I'm okay."
"Good, stay right there. I'll be back in a few minutes." He dragged Liam along with him, placing his hand on the man's shoulder when he reached the front section of the restaurant. To anyone else, it would seem like they were really good friends, but I knew that wasn't the case.
I shifted in my seat, trying to eliminate the uncomfortable feeling that washed over me. It covered every inch of my body. Liam's hand left my skin minutes ago, but I could still feel his disgusting touch lingering on my thigh and wrist.
I clutched my chest, trying to regulate my breathing, and when I looked up, Nicolas was already gone. That eerie feeling crept up my back, slowly travelling up my spine and I looked around the space .
My paranoia was at an all-time high, so I grabbed my bag and exited the vicinity. The cold air nipped at my skin and I shivered, looking around for Nicolas.
My heels clicked against the concrete floor, my hair swinging back and forth as I walked. I was about to turn the corner when he walked directly into me, grabbing a hold of my hips.
"Didn't I tell you to stay put?" he asked roughly, walking me backward until I was trapped between him and the wall.
"I couldn't just sit there, please don't tell me you killed him." I held his shirt in my fists, tugging on the fabric.
"He'll survive," he said nonchalantly. "Let's go back inside."
"No," I said sternly. The fury burning behind his eyes was evident and it stirred something inside of me. "We're not going back inside. What does that even mean? Did you hurt him?"
"Why are you so concerned about a man who just groped you?" he asked, his eyes darkening.
"I'm not concerned, I just don't want you to get into any trouble."
"I won't get into trouble, Gabriella," he scoffed. "You want to know what I did? I set his car alight, kicked him in the fucking jaw, and called Ares to handle to rest. We were supposed to be here for a date, so I wasn't going to get my hands bloody."
"Jesus Christ." I shook my head. "Must you always resort to violence?"
"When it comes to you, I'll do anything to protect you. And if that means resorting to violent measures, I'll do that. I've been lenient. I didn't kill him, did I?"
"That's beside the point," I huffed. "You set his car on fire?" I whisper-yelled.
"I was tempted to burn it with him inside, because I told you I'd do it. I don't understand why you're fighting me on this. He touched you. He put his hands on what's mine."
"I'm not yours." A cold chill ran down my spine when our eyes connected.
He chuckled, but it was humourless, and gripped my jaw harshly, making me wince. "You should be lucky that I'm not bending you over the hood of my car and fucking you right here in this parking lot to show everyone that you are, in fact, mine ."
My clit pounded against the lacy material of my underwear and I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together. Something inside of me urged me to push him further until he snapped like a twig. "Why don't you do it then?"
"Oh?" He chuckled darkly, his breath fanning my face. "Is that what you want?" He used his free hand to grab a fistful of curls, tugging on it with enough force to tilt my head back. "You want me to fuck you in public like my personal whore?"
His filthy words and the harsh tone of voice made my pussy pulsate, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. My breathing became erratic, my chest aggressively rising and falling.
"I bet you're soaked right now, aren't you?" He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. "I can tell by the look on your face, your heavy breathing, and the way you're squeezing your thighs together."
A whimper escaped my lips. "You really piss me off sometimes," I muttered.
"That may be the case, but I'm sure your cunt would beg to differ." He paused. "You need to learn and accept the fact that you belong to me. You're mine and only mine." He yanked me forward, pulling me towards the restaurant.
"Where are we going?" I tried to keep up with his pace, and when he didn't answer me, I called out his name. "Nicolas."
"Be quiet," he said gruffly, holding the door of the vicinity for me and urging me to enter first. "Do I need to carry you inside?" he asked when I refused to move.
"No," I answered quickly. "I can walk just fine."
He walked behind me, his large hand placed on the small of my back. I felt his lips next to my ear and then he whispered, "I wanted to get you home so I could fuck some manners into you, but I think I'll do it right now."
I pushed my index and middle finger into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat and held it there, which successfully muffled her loud moans. She gagged softly, tears welling in her eyes.
Gabriella's left leg was placed on my shoulder, her ass hanging off the counter of the restroom, while her other leg hung over my right forearm.
"You love this, right?" Drool dripped down her chin and the sight sent shivers down my spine, making me pound into her with deep, powerful thrusts. "My fingers in your mouth to shut you up while I fuck you senseless." Her pussy clenched around me and I groaned softly as I leaned in, lowering my head next to her ear.
"You little perv ." She bit down on my fingers, moaning around them. I could feel the sting on my flesh, knowing she bit down so hard it must've drawn blood.
I hissed, withdrawing it from her mouth and gripped her jaw so I could push her head against the mirror. "Nico," she gasped. My eyes flickered to the blood on my fingers that was now being smeared onto her skin.
"Fucking brat." My tone was soft compared to my harsh words. Gabriella whimpered softly, looking at me with sultry eyes. I brushed my lips against hers, fucking her slow and deep.
"Please," she begged. The sound was so damn sweet and it made my cock twitch inside of her.
"Please what?" I urged.
Her eyebrows were furrowed and she held onto me so tightly, as if I'd disappear at any moment. "Please make me come."
"My desperate, bratty girl." I bit her lower lip, slipping my tongue inside of her mouth. Sloppy kissing noises filled the classy restroom along with the wet sounds of me working her pussy. "Wanna come?" I murmured against her lips.
She nodded frantically, groaning when I stilled inside of her. "Please, don't stop." With my grip still tight on her jaw, I tightened my hold on her.
"You're mine, right?" I asked, rolling my hips making her gasp loudly. "Who's pussy is this?"
"Yours," she cried out. "I'm yours."
"Jesus, fuck. You feel so damn good," I grunted. "I wanna fill you up with my come and make you walk back out there with it dripping down your fucking thighs." I slowly pulled out, then slammed back inside of her.
I clamped my hand over her mouth, her screams being muffled my by palm. Luckily, there was soft classical music playing throughout the restaurant, so it drowned out our noises.
She placed her hand on my stomach, trying to push me away. "Don't try to run now. I told you I'd fuck some manners into you." She moaned softly, the muffled sound going straight to my cock.
"You're so beautiful," I groaned, pounding her hard. "Let me put a baby in you." She nodded, whimpering softly. Good Lord, this woman was going to be the death of me. A sick, twisted part of me really wanted to impregnate her. Having her walk around with my child.
Gabriella raked her nails down my abdomen and I shivered, resting my forehead against hers. "Don't do that." Of course, she didn't listen to me, and did it again. "Fuck. I said don't do that."
She pushed me to the brink of insanity day in and day out. I wrapped my hand around her throat and used my other hand to rub her clit. "Come on my cock, Gabriella."
"Nicolas, I can feel it. I'm so close," she whimpered, her eyes half lidded. I squeezed her pulse points and applied more pressure to her clitoris, rubbing circles while I fucked her mercilessly.
"Come on." I could feel that tingly sensation building in my lower back and abdomen. "Do it for me." We maintained eye contact, getting lost in each other. "My pretty girl, be good for me."
She leaned forward, bit down on my shoulder and climaxed around me which instantly sparked my release. I held her tightly, the feeling of her biting down on my flesh only heightening the intense pressure of my orgasm.
We stayed in that position for a few minutes, breathing heavily. "What have you done to me, woman?"
She laughed, hiding her face into the crook of my neck. "What have I done?"
"You've turned me into a madman. I can't get enough of you. Every time I have you, I just want more. It's like this insatiable desire. Doesn't matter how many times you feed it, it’s always hungry for more."
"At least I know I'm not the only one," she admitted. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you. You're addictive. My addiction."
"You shouldn't have said that to me. You're making it worse."
Finally, she looked up and met my gaze. "I'm being honest with you. If it's getting worse for you, then imagine how it feels for me. I want you to know that."
God, I was fucking whipped.