Chapter Thirty-Seven #3
“What the fuck? You’re delusional, Elio—for someone who’s running a whole fucking criminal family, you are so fucking shortsighted.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Now I see why your father sent you to the army; you needed to get your fucking crazy head in check.”
He glanced at me, a fire in his eyes like none I’d ever seen before. He looked away, swiveled the car to the side of the road, stopped the engine, and turned to me. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I shoved my middle finger in front of his face and quickly exited the car, slamming the door harder than he had slammed it before, then I walked down the road.
I would get a fucking bus ticket and head back to Milan if I had to.
I heard the car door opening and closing, but I didn’t turn back, even as footsteps came behind me.
He caught up quickly, a strong hand encircling my arm, pulling me back and swinging me around to face him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“If you don’t let me go, I swear to God, I will hit you.”
He didn’t respond to my threat but dragged me back, and I tried to free my hand. “I’m warning you, Elio.”
When he got us back in front of the car, he let me go. “You don’t—”
I swung a blow at him, but he quickly shifted his head, catching my wrist and pushing me away like a bug in his face.
The action only made me more furious, and I charged for him, hoping to land a kick to his stomach, a blow, or a slap, but fucking hell, he wasn’t playing either; he avoided every one of my attacks with hard pushes that only fueled my anger.
On my last attempt to get my fist to the side of his face, he grabbed my wrist and pushed me forcefully, slamming my back into the side of the car. A sharp pain exploded at my side, but my adrenaline dulled it.
I moved to push back but he’d already pinned me with his body, one knee between my legs, the other successfully caging me.
My breathing was just as ragged as his, and my gaze flickered to his parted lips. “Get off me.”
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?”
I pushed at his chest. “Get off me or I’ll—”
“Or you’ll what, hm?” He brought his face closer to mine, drawing his knee up till I felt it brush against me. The friction made my hips jerk forward. The heat, the adrenaline, the fight, everything rushed to the pressure his knee applied between my legs.
“Can’t speak?” he whispered in a fevered breath, moving his knee and pulling a reluctant whimper from me.
I wanted to gut him; I really wanted to make him bleed, but why the fuck was I so turned on instead? Why could I feel him pressing against my stomach like this was as arousing for him as it was for me?
“Tell me, what will you do?” he whispered against my lips.
“I’ll—”
He buried his head in my neck, his warm breath and lips sending a spike down my belly to the pressure between my legs.
“You’ll…” He trailed off, lips brushing my neck.
“I didn’t…”
His knee moved, hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against him.
“You didn’t…?”
I wanted to push him, punch him, slap him, kiss him, feel more of him. I wanted to get very far away from him, his warmth, the pull of him, his lips on my skin, our breaths falling in sync. I wanted to be mad at him, to be above the effect his body had on me.
But … there was this rush from our push and pull, this pump that had me falling into his warmth and …
Fuck me, I couldn’t remember how to form words, or—I did remember how to form words, just not the ones my anger or brain wanted to say; my body and the desire wreaking havoc between my legs were the demons behind the words that left my mouth next.
“I need you,” I whispered, gripping the front of his shirt in my fist. “Now.”
A strangled noise left his throat. “I hate your effect on me; I want to kill you for it.”
“Unfortunately, we are both suffering from the same illness.”
His heated eyes burned fiercely into mine, and he pulled back. I missed the pressure his knee supplied until he opened the car’s back door. “Get in.”
Excitement and anger sizzled through me as I rushed to the back seat, and he followed closely behind before slamming the door shut beside him. “Take off—just take off—”
He didn’t have to tell me twice; I was already taking off my clothes with fast, shaky, anticipating fingers, while he undid his belt and took off his pants, but left his briefs and shirt on.
I wasn’t wearing anything underneath the clothes I wore, so my breasts came free, and his eyes were glued to them.
“On me,” he breathed.
A smirk curled at my lips as I wasted no time getting on his lap, his back to the door, with me straddling him, bare breasts in his face.
He buried his head in my neck, his hand going into the depth of my hair, fisting as he sucked kisses down my neck while I rubbed against him.
Feverish hot lips peppered kisses down to my collarbone.
His other hand squeezed my ass before his palm drew up my back; the warmth from the smoothness of his touch set my body ablaze. My stomach tightened.
I could tell he felt some of my scars, and his touch, though it lingered to feel and explore, didn’t stop his lips from moving down to my left breast. My nipples hardened, ached, and tingled as his tongue flicked up and down the pierced bud before his mouth closed around it.
“Oh,” I breathed out in a moan; the heat from his mouth and the wetness of his tongue twirling and sucking my nipple had my legs squeezing against both sides of his thigh.
The sensation was mind-numbing. I breathed out the words that left me.
“I don’t like condoms; I’m clean and on strict pills. You?”
“Yes. Clean,” he mumbled before returning to his licking and sucking.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged.
He took his mouth off me. “Your begging is pathetic.”
My hand went to his hair and pulled so I could look into those pretty eyes. “Revel in it now because you won’t hear me beg for it again.”
“Lies, like the rest you’ve been telling tonight.” He lifted himself and pulled down his briefs a little, his hard cock coming free; he was thick, and fucking veiny; the thought of him inside me scared and excited me at the same time.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
I went to touch him, but he swatted my hand away while his went between my legs, rubbing me as if to gather my wetness and coat his fingers with it, but his hot, warm touch sent my stomach tightening immediately; my clit throbbed like it needed just one stroke to let go.
Elio removed his fingers and brought them to his lips; a very sinful tongue came out, curling around his fingers as he licked my wetness, closed his eyes, and hummed in appreciation. “Hm, very … interesting.”
Yes. I would never get this man out of my system.
“Better than any you’ve tasted?”
“You’re my first. I don’t like a mess, but I’ll take yours any day.”
My breath hitched at his words.
His hand left my hair and gripped my waist, lifting me slightly. “You hear that? That was me being honest. You might want to learn a lesson or two from it.”
“For the thousandth fucking time,” I supplied breathlessly, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I am not lying to you.”
He glared. “My gut tells me you are.”
My grip tightened on his hair as I gritted out, “Your gut is fucked in the head, and it’s making your inhuman lie detector malfunahfuck!
” The feel of his thrust made me scream out at the pain and the pleasure that followed.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, a blinding wave of pleasure igniting deep within me.
Fevering through my body. I writhed atop him, toes curling.
My walls hugged him tightly, and he let out a breathy moan-groan thing; I wasn’t sure I heard correctly because he steadied my body, pulling out and thrusting deep again, hitting me where I most craved him.
My body had turned to the softest of jelly atop him, and my palm slapped against the window above his head to get a balance on myself as he fucked me into a mess of moans, my breasts bouncing at the force of his malicious fucking.
Each of his thrusts sent shuddering shivers that had me writhing—it was too much—he was too much, and I was so fucking full I couldn’t breathe properly.
I didn’t care that I was probably gripping his hair so tight; the sound of his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust he gave had me on the brink of release.
It filled the hot car, our breathing loud and so fucking intimate.
Deep in my chest, I felt the effect of each breath I took and released.
“Everything you said tonight told me—nothing,” he said between breaths.
This man went even deeper with each thrust.
“Fuck—” I hissed. “No matter what I say—you’d never believe me.”
“Then give me something,” he ground out, voice heavy with lust and pleasure. “Anything,” he breathed. “Anything to ease my doubt. Just one truth.”
“Mmm—Elio—fuck,” I whined in a moan.
He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down. His grunts, so deep and hot, did something enrapturing to my stomach; I wanted to hear it all day, every fucking day.
I rode him as he thrust into me, deepening the intense warmth he ignited all over me.
My clit strung tight into a painful bud, my stomach tightened in knots. I was at the edge.
“Zahra.” He moaned my name, his hot breath fanning against the skin on my collarbone.
The sound of my name on his lips had my thighs trembling and clenching tightly to his, my release rising to the peak as it shattered me completely. “Elio, oh … ohfffuck,” I cried, coming so hard that my vision turned white for a second.
With three hard, sloppy thrusts, he stilled inside me, and I felt the warmth of his release coat my walls.
The feeling made me shudder as we rode it out and came down from the high together.
My hand slipped from the window, leaving a draggy imprint as I relaxed against him, my head on his shoulder.
The thick smell of sex and sweat lingered around our space.
My grip loosened from his hair as I caressed it softly, an attempt to ease whatever pain I might have caused.
Our breathing slowly settled and aligned in sequence.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Hmyeah,” I voiced, lifting myself, my gaze connecting with his dazed but hard, confused one.
I leaned in, my lips just a few inches from his, as I moved to kiss him.
He turned his head. “Good, get off me.”
I laughed tauntingly, hiding the discomfort of his rejection and hating that it even affected me.
“Why?” I moved against him, and he hissed. “The best sex you ever had?”
“Get off.” His voice hardened, and I got the message loud and clear.
Rolling my eyes, I eased myself off him, a little pain pinching between my legs as his cock slipped out of me.
I didn’t look at him as I quickly got myself back to being decent. My chest felt heavy at the sudden awkward quiet between us. It had to be the first awkward silence we’d ever shared.
I glanced at him. He was pulling his pants back on. When he was done, his hand moved to the handle of the car.
“Wait—” I said immediately, making him stop. “You’re being weird because you think I really hurt Casmiro.”
His throat worked before he turned to look at me. “Didn’t you?”
I smoothed my hair from both sides of my face, tucking it behind my ears.
“Listen … I know you think I’m lying because you believe there isn’t an honest bone in my body.
Sometimes I think so too,” I said, not taking my eyes from his.
“I have lied and cheated my way through life to the point that being dishonest became my default. So I understand why you can’t trust me.
But I need you to give me the benefit of the doubt.
Don’t look at my eyes or my expression; hear my words.
I didn’t fucking hurt Cassie. I didn’t. I promise you. ”
He was silent for a few beats, just staring at me like his head was struggling to come to some kind of conclusion, but after a few tense seconds, he nodded.
“Okay.”
I drew my brows down, tilting my head slightly to catch his gaze. “Okay?”
“Hm.” He breathed out. “I believe you.”
Gulping down and breathing out, I nodded. “Thank you,” I said, rubbing my sweaty palms on my pants. “If you need help finding who did this, I’m on board.”
“Hm.” He didn’t take his eyes off me.
“Right. We should—head out.”
When he said nothing, I shifted to leave through the other side, but his hand encircled my wrist, tugging me back and stopping me from leaving.
I looked down at his hand and then at him. “What.”
“I want to break a rule.”
My chest grew heavier than it had been before. “Which one?”
“The one that says this has to happen only once. I will not be able to follow that rule, Zahra.”
I drew in a breath to try to calm the sudden increase in my heart rate.
“Would you want that?” he asked.
I swallowed. “I’ve never been opposed to it as long as it stays between us,” I said. “No one can find out.”
He didn’t say anything.
“Would you want that?” I asked this time.
He hesitated. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I know,” I said.
His gaze moved around my face, and I just knew he was thinking too hard about it, weighing consequences, advantages, and disadvantages … but after a short minute, he nodded. “Okay. I’m not opposed to that either … for now.”
I nodded, suppressing a smile as I responded.
“For now.”