THIRTY-SIX
Milan
PRESENT
I feel fucking murderous.
I want to tear him apart, make him suffer.
I’ve won, but it’s meaningless.
All I can think about is her. Her voice cheering for that guy. Not me, but HIM.
Maybe I only won because her unexpected presence and the ensuing betrayal drove me into a blind rage. She shows up out of nowhere, cheering on my rival and throwing me off balance. What the fuck?
I want to punch something. Destroy something. No, I want to kill someone. Preferably Tristan fucking Dallas. Enjoy the sound of his bones breaking like a beautiful melody and bathe in his fucking blood.
Instead of cheers, I hear the blood rushing in my ears. I ignore the hustle and bustle around me, leaving my bike with the mechanics as I march toward the stands.
I have only one thing in mind: punishing her.
She knows by now how I react when she breathes alone around other guys. What right does she have to shout his fucking name right in front of me?
Damian and Shin are going to pay for bringing her here without my knowledge. I know those two are behind it. Belle Isle is too far from Belmont, there’s no way she could’ve come alone.
I push through the crowds, my eyes fixed on her. She looks beautiful as always, but her beauty only fuels my anger.
She has no clue what she’s stirred in me. No clue how much she’s pissed me off.
As I get closer, Shin is the first to notice my presence. “Oh no.”
Finally, she turns her head, her green eyes locking onto mine. I can see the realization dawning on her. She probably thought she could irritate me without consequences, but now she’s about to find out how wrong she was.
Without saying a word, I grab her wrist and pull her along with me.
“Have fun!” Damian calls out after us, laughing.
Of course, that bastard is enjoying this. He has no idea how much I want to wipe the smirk off his face, but for now Aliya is my main concern.
I lead her through the crowded area, my jaw clenched tight and my eyes burning with barely contained rage. The people nearby seem to sense the tension in the air and make a wide berth around us.
I shove her into the locker room and slam the door shut behind us. The sound of the lock clicking echoes through the space.
My eyes blaze with fury as I notice the nervous look on her face.
She knows she’s in trouble.
“You thought you could just show up here and cheer for Tristan, didn’t you?”
I take a step closer to her, pressing her back against the wall as I cage her with my body.
“Did you want to upset me on purpose?” I ask again. “Were you trying to see how far you could push me before I went crazy?”
My face is just inches away from hers, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. I can sense her heart pulsing in her chest, but she doesn’t dare to defy me.
“Oh sweetheart,” I whisper. “You’re in very big trouble.”
“You ignored me,” she replies calmly. “You said you wouldn’t leave me hanging. You did it again.”
Anger flares up in me as she tries to shift the blame onto me.
It’s true I haven’t reached out to her in two weeks, but it’s definitely not because I was ignoring her.
“I ignored you?” I repeat incredulously. “And that gives you the right to show up here unannounced and cheer for another guy?”
She doesn’t back down, her eyes fix mine defiantly. “He invited me, so I came. I don’t need your permission.”
“He invited you, huh?”
That bastard is clearly begging for his death.
“And you accepted without a single thought about how I might feel?” I step closer, my body pressing against hers. “You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to stay away from you, and then you pull a stunt like this?”
Julian has been keeping me on a short leash for the past two weeks. I didn’t call her because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away once I heard her voice.
She remains stubborn, chin up, glaring at me with her fiery eyes. “You promised you wouldn’t ignore me anymore, but you did it anyway. Again.”
My body tenses even further.
I hate it when she stands up to me.
But at the same time, I wish nothing more than to forget the fucking race and take her hard against the wall to show her once and for all who’s in charge here.
“Did you think I wouldn’t care? That I’d just accept it?”
“What was I supposed to do? Just sit back and wait for you to remember I exist?” she snaps, pushing against me. “You can’t treat me however you want!”
With clenched fists, she moves toward the door to leave the locker room.
But I won’t let her go anywhere.
I follow her, spin her around and pin her against the closed door. She gasps as I clamp her wrists above her head. Her eyes widen in surprise.
“You’re staying right here. We’re not done.”
She tries to break free, but I press her harder against the door, leaving her no room to escape.
“Let me go,” she demands, “You can’t tell me what to do.”
A low chuckle escapes my lips. “I can do whatever I want with you.”
I grip her wrists tighter.
“You seem to have forgotten who’s in charge here.” My voice drips with sarcasm. “But don’t worry, I’ll remind you who you belong to.”
My free hand moves to the zipper of her sweat jacket.
Her eyes flash as she tries to free herself from my grip. “I’m not some property.”
I smirk smugly. “Not some property. My fucking property, sweetheart.”
Her body writhes against mine as I unzip her jacket, revealing a breathtaking sight. Her full breasts press against the fabric of her dark blue bra.
I can feel her breathing quicken, her chest rising. Her expression remains defensive, but her body betrays her true feelings.
“You can’t hide it from me.” My lips brush over the sensitive skin of her neck. “You love it when I take control of you, don’t you?”
My hand moves under her bra and pinches her left nipple. A soft whimper rolls over her lips.
“Please,” she pleads. “We can’t do this here.”
“Keep begging me to stop, Little Curse. It’ll just make me want to punish you harder.”
With a swift movement, I grab both sides of her bra and pull it down, freeing her heavy breasts. They bounce slightly as she takes a sharp breath.
“Now remember who these treasures belong to.” I lower my head to take one of her hardened nipples between my teeth.
As I greedily suck, I feel her body instinctively arching against me, intensifying the desire coursing through my veins.
With every passing moment, I lose myself in the sensation of her flesh yielding beneath my tongue. The taste of her nipples, combined with the sound of her soft whimpers, sends waves of pure ecstasy crashing over me.
I release her wrists, and her hands immediately find their way into my hair, tugging at the strands in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.
My fingers find the waistband of her jeans, and finally, the fabric slides down her slender legs.
I can already feel the pulsing heat radiating from underneath. A living, throbbing creature begging to be devoured.
My throat tightens as I reluctantly pull my mouth away from her breast, unable to resist giving one last hungry kiss to her rosy tip.
As I turn her around, she gasps in surprise, pressing her body against the cold, hard surface of the door. She struggles for breath as I bind her wrists behind her back, leaving her completely at my mercy.
“What … What are you doing?” she stammers, her voice husky.
“Do you remember what I told you in the parking lot?” I lean down, my lips just inches from her ear. “Exactly. Say his fucking name again, and I’ll fuck you hard with no regard for who might see and hear us.”
She swallows heavily. “I-I remember.”
“Good girl.” I pull her closer, arching her back until it slams against my chest. “But do you know what else makes a good girl?”
She glances over her shoulder, meeting my dark gaze.
“A good girl doesn’t cheer for another guy,” I repeat in a low voice. “She doesn’t throw herself at other men and make me jealous. She knows she’s mine, and she knows I won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”
There is a hint of challenge in her eyes, her body trembles slightly. “What if I don’t want to be good?”
I raise an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “Is that a challenge, sweetheart?” My grip on her wrists tightens. “You want to test my patience, huh?”
With a quick motion, I press her upper body against the door once more. Her breath catches in her throat as her bare breasts touch the cold, hard surface.
I pull down the zipper of my suit, shrugging the leather off my sweaty shoulders.
“Since I had to hear you scream his fucking name, it’s only fair I make you scream mine, huh?”
I reach for the thin, silky fabric covering her below and tear it apart with ease. She flinches as the sound echoes through the small room.
“Hey!”, she calls out over her shoulder, but I pay her no mind.
The sight of her glistening, aroused pussy makes my cock throb. I trail my fingers along the sensitive folds, and she lets out a soft gasp that turns into a moan as I teasingly circle her clit.
“M-Milan,” she breathes out weakly.
I press my thumb against her swollen nub, stimulating it.
“That’s better. Now show me whose name you really want to scream.”
Two of my fingers slide effortlessly into her soaked walls. She cries out as I begin to pump them inside her, hitting that spot that drives her wild.
When her inner wall tightens around my fingers, I slowly pull away from her.
I’m not letting her come that easily.
I release her wrists, and she braces herself against the door, panting, turning her head to look at me. Her eyes darken as she watches me strip off my leather pants and boxers in one go.
“You’re not fucking me with all those people out there,” she chokes out, and I chuckle.
“The last time I finger and tongue fucked you, we were on a public parking lot and in the library during a house party. Back then, you didn’t care about people being around. Hell, you were so wet, your pussy was begging for my cock.”
I press my hard length against her heat, the tip of my shaft nudging her swollen clit, teasing it mercilessly as she whimpers in anticipation.
Inch by inch, I push inside her tight hole until I’m buried deep in her welcoming warmth.
A groan tears from my throat at the incredible feel of her tightness, and my hands dig into her hips. I drive deeper and deeper, feeling her slick juices coating my cock.
I roughly knead her ass, pausing after every thrust to savor every twitch and shudder she gives me. She moans my name loudly, shamelessly, uncaring who might hear.
“That’s it,” I say, breath ragged. “Tell me whose cock you’re riding now.”
I wrap my hand tightly in her hair, forcing her head back. “Answer me.”
“Yours,” she chokes out, her eyes welling up from the pressure.
“Whose?” I growl. “Say my name.”
She gasps. “Milan.”
“That’s right.”
Each powerful thrust sends shivers of pleasure through my veins as I watch her body move rhythmically with mine. The wet sound of flesh slapping together fills the room, creating a sensual symphony that echoes off the walls.
Feeling her walls tighten around me, I increase the pace and pump deeper into her.
My free hand finds its way to her breast, massaging it slowly before roughly pinching her nipple between my fingers. A muffled cry of lust escapes her lips.
Her body starts to tremble uncontrollably. Her inner walls pulse in perfect synchronization around my shaft, eliciting every single drop of her desire.
When she finally collapses, throwing her head back in ecstasy and screaming my name, I can’t hold back any longer.
I pull out of her, spin her around, and press her back against the door before lifting her right leg and thrusting into her a second time.
I pound into her relaxed body with a renewed intensity, letting the raw power coursing through my veins consume me. Her inner muscles massage my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to my brain.
A gasp escapes her lips as she meets every thrust with equal passion. Her fingernails lightly rake down my back, urging me to go faster and harder.
What a naughty girl.
“I can’t take it.”
“You handle me very well, baby,” I answer.
My own release builds steadily, threatening to burst any moment.
“Milan?” Shin’s voice rings through the air, and we both freeze in place.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, trying to push me away. But instead of sliding out of her, I lift her up, letting her wrap her legs around my waist so that her body practically molds to mine.
I can feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she tries to stay quiet, and a soft whimper threatens to spill from her lips despite her efforts to hold it in.
“Be quiet,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing teasingly her ear.
The sound of Shin’s footsteps makes her shudder, and her grip around my waist tightens. My cock twitches, desperate for release, and I begin to move slowly inside her again.
Aliya widens her eyes. “You can’t-”
Her protest quickly turns into another moan. Her fingers dig into my shoulder, her nails leaving little marks in my skin as she desperately tries to keep calm.
“Don’t make a sound.” My voice is a soft whisper against her skin. “You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”
She bites her lip again, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh to muffle her cries of pleasure.
“Shane?” The doorknob rattles as Shin tries to enter. But I press Aliya against the door, keeping him from getting it open.
Her body shivers against mine with every movement, her gasps and moans only fueling my desire.
The sight of her makes me smirk.
That’s my girl.
Drives me to madness as always.
“The door’s stuck,” I call back.
“Are you sure?” Shin asks skeptically. “Maybe you just need to push harder.”
“Maybe,” I respond, pushing my cock harder into her instead.
Her body tenses in my arms and she immediately presses her hands over her mouth to keep from crying out. She glares at me, furious, but I just grin and kiss the tip of her nose.
“Whatever. Is Aliya still with you?”
She lets out a shaky, quiet breath. I take advantage of the moment and roll my hips against hers just enough for her to gasp.
Her eyes widen, silently pleading me to behave.
“Yeah, she’s right here,” I call back, trying to keep my voice steady. “Right next to me.”
There’s a brief silence on the other side of the door.
“Oh,” he mutters dryly. “I get it.”
A dull thud sounds from the other side, followed by footsteps retreating away from us.
With flushed cheeks, Aliya looks at me as I laugh.
“I can never look him in the eyes again.”
“Shh, baby. We’re not done yet.” I take her lower lip between my teeth, tugging on it gently. Her back arches as I drive her over the edge.
Her eyelids flutter as the waves crash over her.
The sight sends a shiver down my spine.
She’s so damn beautiful.
I feel her muscles clenching around me in a frenzied rhythm.
Completely mine.
With one final, powerful thrust, I release inside her, filling her with my seed. She collapses in my arms, panting heavily, and I have to lean back to keep us both on our feet.
We stay there for a long moment, holding each other up, until I finally slip out of her and carry her into the showers.
Maybe we should lock the door next time.