XXXII
Andros Valetti
“ And you haven’t seen her since?” I ask as I push away the breakfast tray. My leg is propped up by a pillow on my bed, the cast an ever-shameful reminder of being kidnapped. The doctor had told me I broke a few ribs, so now I’m stuck with bed rest.
“She ran out of there, pale as a ghost. Last thing Sean told us is that she was sick and passed out. He’s oddly protective of her,” Theo answers, cracking his knuckles as he paces the room. I can see the worry on his face at the thought of Hazel suffering.
“You shouldn’t have piled everything on her like that,” I chastise him and Atlas, who is sitting in the corner, brooding as usual.
“She needed to know,” Atlas mumbles.
“And she told you that her father was the cause of her nightmares?” Dawson asks, perching on the other side of my bed.
“She said that she was his ‘plaything’ or something like that,” Theo runs a hand over his face.
“Fuck,” I mutter and pull my laptop up from the side of the bed. After logging in, I check over my background check on Hazel and Alexei but find nothing that connects them together.
“So, she didn’t know and we didn’t need to stay away from her?” Dawson asks, his eyes narrowing accusingly at Atlas, who stays silent.
“I’m going to get her,” Theo mutters, heading to the door.
“Stop. I’ll go,” I call to him as his hand rests on the doorknob. Grabbing my crutches, I stand up and walk to the door, nodding to it for Theo to open it. Reluctantly, he does and I struggle my way on the crutches to Hazel’s room.
Resting the crutch on my hip, I knock on the door. She doesn’t answer so I try the handle, next and find it unlocked. Pushing it open, the door gives way to a cloak of darkness inhabiting the room.
As my eyes adjust to the drastic change in light, I manage to spot Hazel in her bed and hobble over to her. She doesn’t stir as I set the crutches at the side of the bed and climb in next to her.
Instead, she moves in her sleep to lay her head on mine, as if it belongs there. I brush my fingers through her hair, feeling the calmest I’ve felt in a while by having her next to me.
“Angel,” I whisper, letting the pad of my thumb run softly over her cheek. She scrunches her nose adorably and tries to bury her head further into my chest before waking up slightly.
“Andros?” She asks, her voice raspy with sleep. Suddenly, she sits up, fully alert and checking to see if it’s me. “When did you get back?”
“A few days ago, Angel,” I answer, pulling her back into my chest but she refuses to budge.
“Why didn’t they tell me you were okay?” She frowns, gnawing at her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Because they’re idiots. Now come down here and give me a cuddle.”
She pauses for a few seconds, eyeing my leg before accepting my demand and lying down again. I pull her towards my chest and inhale as her head rests on my chest bone.
“Do they think I’m helping my father?” She asks in a quiet whisper after a few minutes of silence.
“I don’t, and they won’t if they’re not complete idiots,” I answer, brushing my hand over her hair.
“D-did they tell you what I said about my father?”
“They did.” I murmur, my hand gently tracing circles on her back.
“Did you meet him?”
“I had a lovely encounter with him, yes,” I smirk. I pull her closer to me and kiss the top of her head before murmuring, “He’s not getting anywhere near you, again.”
She tilts her head up and looks in my eyes, searching to see if I’m telling the truth. When she sees nothing but genuine determination swirling in my blue irises, she relaxes.
“I’m not letting anything happen to you,” I whisper, before landing my lips softly on hers. She moans as I deepen the kiss, and I nibble at her lower lip before pulling her to straddle me.
“I’ll hurt you,” she whispers, frowning and sitting up.
“I hurt more when I’m not with you,” I answer, letting her see the truth of the words in my eyes. A small smile spreads across her face and I use my hand on the back of her neck to pull me down so I can kiss her.
Shuffling up on the bed, I lean against the headboard, not letting our lips separate from each other’s. I pull off her t-shirt and smirk against her lips when I realise she’s bare underneath.
“Can I…?” She asks, hesitating as she looks down at my pyjama bottoms which now have a large bulge protruding out of them.
“It’s all yours, Angel.”
She stifles a giggle, making me smile, and pulls down my pyjama bottoms. A gasp escapes her when my cock springs to life out of them.
“Ride it, Angel,” I say softly, only letting my dominant voice seep through a little bit. Hesitantly, she hovers her core over me and the heat radiates onto my tip, making me groan.
Before she can lower herself, I move my thumb to her clit and rub it as she moans and throws her head back. I dip my two fingers inside of her, pleasantly surprised to find her soaking wet, already. I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, savouring her taste as I stare at her.
“Delicious,” I say as I pull the fingers out of my mouth with an audible ‘pop’. She gasps but I don’t give her time to react, pushing her by her shoulders to take my length. Removing my hands, I brush a stray piece of hair from her face and she takes it at her own pace, getting used to my size and being on top.
She takes it slowly and I enjoy the feeling of her tight pussy, being able to feel every part of her as she squeezes me. When she gains confidence, her pace increases and I throw my head back.
Her moans fill my ears like a perfectly timed orchestra. I throw my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the symphony. As her moans increase, I open my eyes and lock them on her, watching her tits jiggle as she bounces on my cock.
My thumb finds her clit, pushing her closer to her orgasm as I near mine. We fall over the edge together, our foreheads resting against each other’s as we ride out the aftershocks of the high.
“We should go downstairs,” I say after a few moments, my voice raw.
“Okay,” she answers quietly and slides off me.
I watch as her tight ass bounces whilst she walks to get changed. Each move of her putting clothes on has me mesmerised, drawing attention to each inch of her perfect body.
Sliding my pyjama bottoms back on, I grab my crutches and stand up, following her downstairs.
Time for some grovelling from the others.