Chapter 26
MAfter a couple more tries of Selma trying to get into my space, she understood that I was definitely not interested.
Because I have eyes for only one woman. Thinking of said woman, where is she? I look around, ignoring the man beside me talking, and I find her. She is behind the bar, far away from guests, and she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
The culprit is the bitch Selma, and I have never wanted to kill a woman that badly. When I kill a woman, I mostly poison them, but for this one, I will make an exception. I watch for a couple more minutes, and the moment Lana runs to fucking who knows where, I get up.
To avoid raising any suspicions, I don’t run. I walk like anyone else.
“Adi, can I ask you a quick question?” I hear someone use my fake name behind my back. I turn around and see the bride standing there. Fuck, let’s make this quick.
“We are going to one of your hotels in France, and I want to make our honeymoon extra special.” She clasps her hands and looks at me with a doe-eyed look.
“Can someone in your hotel arrange for fireworks for when we arrive, with a saxophone band playing? My beloved is obsessed with saxophones!” If her enthusiasm wasn’t this adorable, I would have ignored her.
“Of course. I’ll call my general manager there and have it arranged. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Ah! Thank you! This is so cool, thank you!” She shrieks as she skips her way over to her friends, probably to tell them about her grand idea. When I turn around to look at the bar, Lana has returned and is finishing making a drink.
I walk up to the bar and grab her hand, which makes her look up at me.
“What the fuck just happened?” She wants to retrieve her hand, but I hold it firmly.
“Nothing.” I’m keeping my face stoic because I need her to understand how serious I am.
“Lana, you can’t keep working like this. Quit.”
“Excuse me?” Those words have probably been uttered by her too many times.
“You. Can’t. Keep. Working. Like. This.” I'm enunciating every word, but nothing is coming through to her.
“You can’t tell me what to do, M. I need this job.”
“Very funny of you to think that I can’t do that.”
“Do you see me laughing?”
“Do you see me stuttering?” I shoot right back at her. She retrieves her hand and takes the tray of drinks.
“I won’t make a scene, because you clearly need this job. But,” I sigh deeply, “if you don’t stand up for yourself, I’m going to fucking punish you. And I won’t be gentle about it.” She nods and grips the tray like her life depends on it.
A low rumble comes from my chest, and I nod my head while grinning.
Fine, little hummingbird.
She saunters off to my table and serves the bitch Selma and other attendees of the wedding. When I see her returning to the bar, I look at her and lick my lips.
“I have a few minutes to spare. What do you want?” she asks as she sets down her tray. The moment that fucking piece of plastic hits the wooden bar, I go behind the bar and grab her by the hand and make her follow me to the maintenance room, where it all began.
I push her inside and lock the door behind us.
We are standing in a maintenance room with a couple of buckets on the floor and a table against the back wall. My fists are curled up by my sides, and her arms are crossed.
“You have two choices: scream or don’t.”
“To what?”
“To me fucking your absolute brains out.” My tone is flat, but my body language is betraying me.
My jaw tics, my breathing is quiet but thick, and my words are clipped.
The maintenance room is small, and the air is dense, with the faint hum of a single light bulb hanging above her.
And the only steady thing in the room is her.
“And what if I don’t want that?” She is cute when she’s joking. My fingers move toward my belt, and I unbuckle it. The leather strap suddenly feels like it’s melting into my hand. Lana senses something is up, but I see that she can’t quite put her finger on it.
“This belt will be wrapped around your pretty neck, and you won’t be able to stop me.” She freezes, pupils expanding as if she’s just remembered to breathe.
“Turn around and walk to the table.” Her footsteps are audible on the floor, almost as loud as my erratic heartbeat.
I am now standing behind her with her back touching my chest.
I bring my mouth to her ear.
“You are going to stay quiet for now while I’m undressing you.” I get down to my knees and pull down her pants and panties. They are now pooling at her feet, and I’m back up again.
“You smell divine,” I tell her in a low voice as I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent. Her skin is warm, and her adrenaline is sharp enough to taste. It coils through the air, sweet and wrong, the kind of scent that makes logic slip its leash.
I glide my fingers from her collarbone down to her wrist, making the hairs stand up on her body.
She is steadying herself on the table by placing her hands on it.
With the belt in my hand, I wrap it around her neck and tighten it.
Once it’s secured, I grab it even more firmly. Making her head snap back a little bit.
With one hand, I unbutton my pants and pull them down, then my briefs. I position my cock at her entrance and rub it against her. Fuck, she’s already wet.
“Little hummingbird, you are fucking soaked.”
“Uhh… please, M.” I pull on the belt.
“Dirty little girls don’t get rewards, they get punished.”
“What did I do? Oh God!” she screams as I nudge my cock closer.
“I told you to quit for your own good, and you didn’t fucking do it. Now you are going to listen to me.” She nods as she grips the table harder. Then I do something that makes her gasp, I pull away completely and yank her back, making her turn around.
“Walk to the door, pet.” She does exactly that without any trepidation.
“Put your hands above your head and steady them onto the door. And don’t fucking move.
” Fuck, I love it when she follows exactly what I tell her to do.
I push her against the door and with the belt still in my hand, I position my cock at her entrance from behind, while my other hand has a mind of its own.
My left hand slides down to her front. Before I start rubbing her bundle of nerves, I push my cock inside of her, and I start moving in and out.
“Somebody will hear us!” she says through sobs.
“Then give them a fucking show,” I tell her through gritted teeth. She starts moaning, and it’s still not good enough. I want her unraveled. My cock is driving in and out of her faster, punishing her for disobeying me. And with each thrust, I push her against the door, making it rattle.
“Who do you fucking listen to?!” I scream at her while rubbing her clit even more aggressively.
“I listen to you! Please fuck me.” I pull the belt tighter. “Hard.” That last word came out ragged—like she used up all of her breath to say it. I let go of the belt and turn her around. My hands fly to her legs, and I curl them around my hips.
We are both looking into each other’s eyes and making sure that we don’t miss any fucking second of this moment.
The belt is loose around her neck, and I’m holding on to her hips for dear life.
I can’t begin to describe how fucking good I am feeling.
To make this moment even more special, my mouth comes crashing down on hers.
We kiss each other like we don’t want to come up for air.
I feel my own orgasm building up, and she is close too.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Lana bites my lip as she comes, biting it firmly.
I don’t even stop her because I welcome the pain as it fuels her desire.
I would let her carve me, as it means having her inhibitions obliterated.
I spill inside of her, and we ride out our orgasms. Once we are both done, I remove the belt and check her neck.
“What are you doing?” she asks warily.
“My woman doesn’t need bruises on her neck.”
“Are you serious?” I kiss her on her forehead and gaze into her eyes.
“I am. Let’s get dressed.” We move toward where we left our clothes, and she picks up my pants to hand them over. Before I take them, someone knocks on the door and tries to open it. I go to the door and answer through it.
“Is everything all right?” a female voice asks.
“Everything is fine. I was looking for something, be right out!”
“Okay.” The woman moves away from the door, and when I turn around, Lana is blushing.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
“So what if I did?” I take my pants from her, and we both make ourselves presentable. I kiss her on her sweet, full fucking lips.
“Good. You go outside first and work your shitty-ass shift.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow?” I nod, and now she does something to surprise me. Lana grabs my cock through my pants and winks at me before she leaves.
Fucking dirty freak.
My dirty freak.