XLI
Hazel Winters
I t’s been about a week since Andros and Dawson’s family visited. Alessia was so cute, with her matching Baby blue eyes with her brother. The way Andros doted on her had my uterus screaming to be used.
Since that day, the boys have been so busy. I’ve barely seen them, usually left with Sean to entertain me as the regular chatty guy he is.
Not.
Although I’ve been keeping myself busy with sunbathing and reading, I’m getting to my wits end of being cooped up indoors. When Andros hobbles into the kitchen on his crutches whilst I’m grabbing a drink from the fridge, I feel a sense of relief he’s back, only for the other three to make me almost drop the can of iced tea.
They’re covered in blood, looking like they have either taken part in a massacre or gone down on a girl whilst she’s on her period.
Is it awful of me to hope it was the first one?
“What the fuck happened?” I ask incredulously as they all rest leisurely against the kitchen counters. Dawson comes over and tries to kiss my forehead but I sidestep him before he can.
“I don’t want whoever’s blood that is all over me,” I glare up at him. The fucker smirks at me and winks before leaving the room, shouting something about going to shower.
I look at the other three expectantly, waiting for their explanation. Since Andros is injured, he is the only one not covered in blood.
“Some people disagreed with us,” Theo shrugs like it was a simple argument. My eyes narrow at them and I cross my arms across my chest. Andros groans and I turn to see him eyeing my boobs, which are now pressed together by my forearms.
“So, you can all go on a murder spree but I can’t even go out for a walk?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at them. I focus on Atlas, who glowers at me with a bottle of water in his hands.
“I’m going to shower, too,” Theo says.
Andros also slips away, leaving Atlas to explain their actions. I wait and give him a pointed look but he rolls his eyes and storms upstairs. Not letting this slide, I follow him up, even entering the bathroom as he starts the shower.
“You staying in here to grill me whilst I shower or something?” He asks, glowering down at me. I shrug, crossing my arms and leaning against the sink.
“I’ve seen it all before.”
He rolls his eyes but starts to strip, and I have to fight my gaze from scanning his toned body. Unfortunately, my eyes don’t listen to me, staring directly at his six pack, which is covered in tattoos.
“Get on with it then,” he sighs as he steps into the stream of water. The glass partition has steamed up, so that I can only see his outline.
“What the fuck is going on, Atlas? Why am I on house arrest when you can all go get yourselves into dangerous situations?”
“Because we can look after ourselves.”
“And I can’t? Newsflash, Atlas. I’ve been looking after myself for twenty-two years,” I clench my fists at the side, anger bubbling inside me.
“Hazel, I’m not changing my mind. No amount of arguing and tantrums from you is going to work,” he sighs and I see him shaking his head.
I grit my jaw, trying desperately not to step in there and punch him.
“You can’t just lock me up and throw away the key! I’ve faced my father before and got away. Frankly, it’s none of your business”
“Well, now he has the Russian Mafia on his side, which makes it my business,” he growls.
“Is this because you hate me or something? I don’t get it. Or maybe you don’t trust that I wouldn’t be working for Alexei who abused me for over half my life,” my voice is raised now, and I’m sure the others will be able to hear me across the house.
The shower stops and he steps out with a face like thunder. He wraps a towel around his waist and strides towards me, trapping me between himself and the sink.
“I’m trying to fucking protect you, Hazel,” he growls lowly, his face inches from mine as his eyes bore into me, “I’m so crippled by the idea of losing you, I can’t bring myself to let you in, so the least I can do is keep you safe.”
My resolve fails at his words as I search his eyes, seeing only the truth reflected in them. I stand in silence, waiting for his next move, but he raises his hand and rests it on my cheek, brushing his thumb against it.
“I just want you to be safe, Principessa,” his voice is soft now and I can’t help but blush. Pushing up on my tiptoes, I slowly move my lips to his and he meets me halfway. Our lips connect and it’s like I’m struck by lightning, the sensation lighting up my whole body.
My arms move to rest on his shoulders and he picks me up under my ass, lifting me to sit on the edge of the sink. I moan into the kiss as he grinds his pelvis against my core.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls against my lips and I smirk.
“Prove it,” I reply, breathlessly. He growls again and tears my bikini bottoms off me, leaving me bare for him. His fingers trail between my legs, meeting my clit and sending me nearly jumping off the counter. He smirks and presses against it, circling and teasing me as I moan.
His lips meet mine again, his hand still between my legs as he plays with me. Swallowing my whimpers, he gathers my wetness on his fingertips before pushing a finger inside me. I buck into his arms, but he holds me firm against his torso, thrusting his finger in and out of my pussy.
“Atlas!” I cry out as he adds another finger.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Principessa,” he mutters against my lips. He kisses me again and I have to break away, my orgasm threatening to crash down on me.
“Atlas, please,” I beg, desperate for him to be inside me.
He tuts, shaking his head and smirks at me, “I want an orgasm out of you first.”
He soon gets his wish, his thumb connecting with my clit sending me over the edge. I shiver in his arms as it washes through me, soaking his fingers until I lean limp against his chest.
He pulls his fingers out and sucks on them, his eyes swirling with pleasure and lust. Picking me up from the counter, he carries me bridal style into his room before throwing me onto the bed.
I stare at him expectantly, biting my lip as he undoes his towel and crawls on top of me. The piercings in his hard cock bump against my thigh, the cold of the metal a sharp contrast to my burning skin.
“Deep breath, Principessa,” he warns before pushing inside me. I wince at the stretch, the bars rubbing against my sensitive walls. He takes it slowly and pauses once he’s fully inside.
“You okay?” He asks softly, brushing a stray hair from my face. I smile and nod, wrapping my legs around his waist. He groans and begins moving, setting a steady pace that has me moaning and crying out.
He angles my hips up, driving into a spot that has me going feral. I come again, his piercings sending me into overdrive. After I come down, he flips us over so I’m on top.
I grip his shoulders and ride him slowly, my thighs still shaking from aftershocks. My eyes meet his as he grips my hips, guiding me to increase my pace, and I stare at him. He showcases his pleasure on his face, groaning as I moan until our lips collide.
“Give me one more, Babygirl,” he whispers against my lips and I whimper, still sensitive. He lifts his hips to match my movements, deepening himself inside me until I’m nearing the edge again.
“Come with me, Principessa,” he commands, reaching between us to press on my clit. I come in an instant, crying out as he lets out a guttural groan. I feel him fill me with his come, but I’m too high in the peak of my orgasm to watch his face as he comes.
He holds me through my orgasm until I rest my head against his forehead, panting for breath. We’re both drenched in sweat, but neither of us care right now.
“I’ve missed you too,” I manage to whisper despite my mouth being dry.
“I’m sorry for being an idiot,” he kisses my forehead and I smile softly.
We take our time showering together. He washes my hair for me, massaging my scalp so well that I actually moan. After we’re both out, he wraps me in a towel before settling me into bed.
I lie my head on his chest, as we lie under the covers. He trails his fingers over my arm as we lie in a comfortable silence.
“I have something for you,” he suddenly says, moving to get up. I sit up and frown as he roots around in his desk drawer before pulling out a small, rectangular thing. He walks back to the bed, handing it to me.
It’s a silver bookmark, with a dark blue tassel attached to the end. There are words engraved along the length of it, but they seem to be Italian.
“Sei sempre stata nostra... Dovevamo solo trovarti" Atlas reads it over my shoulder as he pulls me into him.
“What does it mean?” I ask, squinting at the words.
“You have always been ours… we just had to find you.”