Mafia Crown: Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance, page 11
"Excuse me?" Elsa opens and shuts her mouth. "What did you just say?"
"You may as well as be parading naked for all that you have on."
"What the hell?" Elsa turns to me as if to say, is this guy for real? She rolls her eyes before turning back to him. "Who the hell do you think you are, you asshole?"
"We're leaving," he says through gritted teeth.
"You can take her. I am not going anywhere." Elsa turns away.
"Don’t turn your back on me," Seb growls.
"I’ll do what I want, when I want," Elsa huffs.
Seb’s features seem to grow thunderous. He steps forward, but I grip his hand.
"Don’t," I say in a soft voice, "let me handle this."
He glowers at her for a second longer, then nods.
"Elsa," I touch her shoulder, "I think it’s time for us to leave."
"I am just starting to have fun." She scowls at me from the corner of her eyes. "Besides, who does he think he is to order me around?"
"The Sovranos can be a bit overwhelming. Why don’t we get out of here and I’ll explain on the way home?"
"Fine." She tosses her hair, most of which has escaped from the messy bun on top of her head. "There's one thing I have to do before we leave." Her eyes gleam.
"Oh?"
She darts toward the bar, grabs a tall glass of beer, then turns and dumps it on Seb.
16
Axel
I sprawl across her bed.
It had been a bitch getting here, but I had been determined to make it here on my own steam. After Theresa had left, I’d had pulled away from Sheena. My legs had been shaky, but I had managed to walk to the bathroom by myself. Sheena had asked if I was sure that she couldn’t help and I had assured her that I could take it from there and that she could return to whatever it is she’d been doing. She had given me a funny look but had done as I’d asked. I had walked slowly into the bathroom, had a shower, then managed to dry myself and pull on a fresh set of clothes—courtesy of the Sovranos, who’ve ensured that I have a wardrobe full of clothes. Something I am not particularly happy about, but until I regain my memory completely and am strong enough to get out of here, I have no choice but to be dependent on them. It hurts my pride to do so, but I am nothing, if not practical. It’s the only way I’ve managed to survive this far.
I need to get stronger, which means I need to focus on my recovery—ergo, I need to pretend to be amenable to whatever the Sovranos have in mind, and that means accepting the clothes and the roof over my head. It’s only for a few more weeks, assuming I can will my body to cooperate. And the one thing I am good at is using my determination to shape events to go my way.
Once dressed, tiredness had crept over me. So, I had slid onto the bed and napped for a few hours. I had woken up refreshed and energized and horny. Thoughts of Theresa had filled my mind. Her soft skin, her pink lips, the way her hips sway as she walks, that scent of apple blossoms that fills my lungs every time she’s near. She is everything soft and curvy and pliable. Someone I can bend to my will and use to keep myself entertained while I recover. It’s why I had rolled out of bed, then walked up the corridor and toward her room.
I had walked in and found it empty. First surprise, then irritation had filled me. I had checked the bathroom and her closet and concluded she wasn’t there. By then, tiredness had already started setting in. So, I had walked over to her bed, sat down, and using the internal phone line, had called down to the kitchen, the hub of activity. The staff had informed me that she had been seen leaving with Seb.
What the fuck? What was she doing with him? Where was he taking her? And, most importantly, how dare she leave the premises of the house without my permission? Of course, I hadn’t told her that she had to stay inside. I hadn’t warned her that she couldn’t head out of the house without informing me. I thought it was understood… Clearly, I was wrong. Clearly, I have to make myself clearer to her.
Tiredness had overcome me again and I had stretched out on her bed and closed my eyes. The next thing I hear is the sound of the door to the suite being pushed open. I have just enough presence of mind to reach over and switch off the bedroom light.
I hear her footsteps approach. She’s humming under her breath. Wherever she’s been, it’s put her in a good mood. Did she fuck him? Did she allow him to have his hands all over her? I ball my fists at my side. I track her progress as she walks inside the room. It’s dark outside, and while the light from the living room lights her up from behind, I am in darkness so she doesn’t seem to notice me.
She walks toward the bathroom, bumps into a chair, and almost falls.
"Whoops," she hiccups, as she rightens herself. "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes. To the chair? I arch an eyebrow as she straightens, then weaves her way in the general direction of the bathroom again. She stops halfway, kicks off her heels. She reaches for the hem of her dress, then yanks it up and over her head. She throws it in the general direction of the bed where it lands on my face, covering my mouth and nose. The scent of apple-blossom, mingled with her sweat, fills my nostrils. Every pore in my body seems to pop. My groin hardens. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Then she shoves her panties down her shapely legs and kicks them aside, giving me a flash of her curvy behind before she disappears in the bathroom. The sound of the water from the shower reaches me.
Fuck! I adjust myself, then push off the bed. Thankfully, my legs feel strong enough to hold up my weight, at least, for the time being... Barefoot, I pad over to the bathroom and glance within to find her inside the shower. She hums to herself as she raises her arms. The shower water pours down her shoulders, down her back, in the valley between those perfectly-shaped arse cheeks. Fucking fuck. A bead of sweat runs down my spine. I approach her, then pull open the door of the shower stall and lean against it.
She hums under her breath, then turns. Eyes still closed, she soaps her breasts, running her hands along the sides, underneath them, before trailing her fingers down her waist to play with her pussy lips. She slides her finger inside herself, then adds another. She moves the fingers in and out of herself, in and out. Her breasts rise and fall. I raise my gaze to her face to find her eyes still closed. She bites down on her lower lip as she continues to pleasure herself.
I drag my gaze back to her pussy to find her finger fucking herself with three fingers now. Fuck! I slide my palm inside the waistband of my pants and squeeze my cock. As she thrusts her fingers in and out of herself, I drag my hold up my shaft, then again, and again.
My breath comes in pants, the steam from the shower envelops me, and sweat beads my shoulders. I increase the intensity of my actions, keeping pace with her. Her hips twitch and her torso curves. Fuck, she is close. She leans back into the wall at the back of the shower as my dick lengthens further. I stroke myself harder, faster, and that’s when her entire body seems to freeze. I jerk my chin up, take in the way her features contort, how her eyes are still closed, her eyelids crinkled as she opens her mouth in a soundless cry.
"Fuck, you are beautiful," I groan as I come.
That’s when her eyelids fly open. Her gaze widens. And she opens her mouth again, no doubt, to scream. I pull my hand out of my pants, close the distance between us, and thrust my hips into hers. I push my chest into those gorgeous breasts, then fit my mouth over hers.
All of her muscles seem to lock, her entire body freezing in surprise. I thrust my tongue in between her lips, and that’s when she comes alive. She pulls her hand from between us and digs her fingers into my shoulder. I am sure she’s going to push me away, but instead, she locks her leg around my waist and pulls me closer. I slap my palms into the wall on either side of her head. I tilt my head, deepen the kiss, and she moans. I absorb the sound as I push my already erect cock into the softness of her core. I twine my tongue with hers, then bite down on her lower lip. A groan bleeds from her mouth. The sound goes straight to my head and suddenly, I need to have her. I shove my wet sweat pants down my thighs, then notch my cock against her entrance. I slow down to glance into her flushed features.
"Open your eyes," I order.
Her eyelids flutter open and stares at me with those green eyes. I search her features. "Do you want me?" I growl. "Do you, Theresa?"
She swallows.
"Say the word and I’ll leave you."
She hesitates.
"If I take you now, there’s no going back," I warn her. "I won’t stop until I own you, possess you, break you." Then I whisper, "Until I make you mine."
Her pupils dilate until only a circle of green remains at the circumference of the iris.
"Axel," she licks her lips, "Axel,"
I nudge the crown of my cock against her wet opening, "What’s it gonna be, Theresa? Do you want my cock?"
"Yes," she tips up her chin, "I want y—"
I thrust forward and she stiffens.
"That hurt." she gasps as she squeezes her eyes shut.
I dig my fingers into the wall, firm my thighs, and hold myself there. The warm wet flesh of her pussy envelops my dick, and fuck, if I don’t come all over again. I stay there until her breathing evens out and she opens her eyes again.
She cups my cheek and a wave of tenderness runs through me. I pull out, then slide back in. Her pussy instantly clamps down on my cock and heat radiates out from the point of contact between us.
"Fuck," I push my forehead against her. Pain pricks around the wound at my temple but I ignore it, "You’re killing me, Sunshine."
She pushes her breasts into my chest, and the sensation of her hardened nipples digging into my chest sends me over the edge. I pull out, then drill into her, this time thrusting all the way inside. Her entire body jolts.
I begin to fuck her in earnest, watching her features closely. Every time I bury myself in her, the flush on her face seems to deepen. Every time I hit that spot deep inside her, she moans. Her eyelids flutter closed and I snap, "Eyes on me."
It seems as if she opens her eyelids with great difficulty and peers up at me from under her eyelashes. Her eyes are stormy with lust, with arousal, and fuck, if that doesn’t turn me on even more. I grip her thighs just under her butt and haul her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I impale her again. My biceps twitch, my thigh muscles protest, but I push aside the pain.
"Oh, god," she groans, "oh, my god, Axel."
I grit my teeth as I tilt my hips and slam myself into her. Her body stiffens, her eyes roll back in her head, and that’s when I press my entire body into her. "Come," I order and she opens her mouth in a wordless scream as she detonates. Her pussy squeezes down on my cock and I groan as I shoot my cum inside her. We stay that way until my thighs tremble. Some of the adrenaline fades away and my leg muscles quiver.
Fuck. I fucking hate that I am still so weak. I pull out of her, then squeeze her thighs so she lowers her legs. Then I drop to my knees in between her thighs.
"What are you—" She groans as I lick my tongue up between her pussy lips. I lick away the blood, and the taste of my cum mixed with hers coats my palate. I thrust my tongue inside her wet channel and weave it in and out of her. The sweet scent of her arousal surrounds me. I squeeze the backs of her legs as I swipe my tongue around her clit. She gasps, then digs her fingers into my hair, even as she tries to move away from my questing tongue.
A moan bleeds from her lips and I increase my pace. I tilt my head, plunge my tongue inside her soaking wet channel. Her knees quake and her entire body jolts. "Oh, my god," she gasps, "oh, god, Axel."
She clings to me as I bury my nose in her pussy, draw my fill of her scent, then drag my tongue up to her clit.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" I growl.
"You," she moans, "you, Axel."
I urge her to throw her leg over my shoulder, opening her even more for me. I curl my tongue around the engorged clit and she huffs. I squeeze her arsecheeks, then drag my finger down the valley between her butt cheeks. I bite down on her pussy as I slide a finger inside her backhole and her muscles stiffen. I glance up to find she has squeezed her eyelids shut.
"Open your eyes," I growl, and her eyelids flutter open. She holds my gaze from under heavy eyelashes as I thrust my tongue inside her pussy. I curve my finger inside her back channel, and she shudders.
"Who does this arse belong to?" I snap.
"Y…you," she stutters.
"Damn right." I swipe my tongue up between her pussy lips again and again, then plunge my tongue inside her channel.
Her thighs tremble and she sways. "Axel" she whispers "I am going to—"
"Come," I command, and her entire body shudders. Her back curves and she throws her head back as she shatters.
17
Theresa
I float down from the orgasm to find I am leaning into him. The water beats down on my back. Some of the spray coats his shoulders and trickles down his back. He’s massaging my ass cheeks as he stares up at me. His mouth and his chin glisten. That’s my cum, I realize. My cheeks heat. He rises up to his feet, pulls his sweats up around his waist then stares down at me.
"That’s the last time you leave here without my permission," he growls.
"Excuse me?" I blink. Some of the sexual haze retreats, "I am not your prisoner."
"Is that right?" He laughs. The jerk laughs at me.
"Why are you laughing? I didn’t make a joke."
"You might as well have." He smirks. "You don’t leave here without my consent, and that’s final."
I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hips tightens. Water from the shower pours over him. His hair sticks to his forehead and his features stand out in contrast. I glance at the bandage at his temple. "Your dressing is wet," I point out.
"Fuck that," he scowls, "what were you doing with him?"
"With who?"
"Seb," he spits out his brother’s name as if it’s a bad word.
"So, you’ve been spying on me?"
"Don’t answer a question with a question."
"How about I not answer your question at all?" I sniff.
He grabs my hips and fits me to the cradle of his pelvis. The thickness at his crotch stabs into my core. "You will answer the question."
"And if I don’t?"
He peers into my face, "Trust me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you don’t."
I hold his gaze and those blue eyes of his bore into me. I flinch. "Nothing happened with Seb. You know that, right?"
He doesn’t reply.
"Besides, Seb has his own issues. My friend Elsa and he seem to have taken an instant dislike to each other. In fact, she dumped a pint of beer on him earlier. It was quite entertaining," I laugh.
He stares at me with a strange look in his eyes.
"What?" I redden. "What is it? Do I have something on my face or something?"
"You're fucking gorgeous, and I am not just talking about your looks, Sunshine. There's an innocence to you, and it's not just the fact that you were a virgin. "
"Gee, thanks," I mutter.
"It's something else." He shakes his head. "You have a thirst for life, an optimism, a happiness that radiates from you that is so very infectious. You make me want to hope."
"Wow," I swallow, "that feels very much like a compliment."
"You confuse me." His scowl deepens. "I can't figure out what makes you tick."
"And that's bad?"
"That's...not good for my peace of mine," he growls. "You're not good for my peace of mind. When I found you’d gone out, I lost my mind. I hated that I wasn't strong enough yet to walk out of the house and go after you. I hate being this helpless. I hate that I need to rely on others to protect you. That I have to be in this house that belongs to someone else. That I have to be dependent on others, knowing they are probably plotting against me as we speak."
"They are your family; if they wanted to hurt you, they'd have done it by now."
"Or maybe they are waiting for me to be strong enough so I can put up a fight as they take me down."
"You don’t trust anyone, do you?"
"I trust you." His gaze widens. He seems taken aback by his words. To be honest, so am I.
"You don’t have to be jealous of anyone else where I am concerned. You are the first man I have been with, Axel. You’ve seen the evidence of that with your own eyes." I peer up into his features.
His jaw hardens. His gaze seems to grow even more stormy.
"Why are you so angry?" I cup his cheek. "All this bitterness inside of you, all this pain, where is it coming from?"
His brow furrows. For a second, I am sure he is going to answer my question, then a mask seems to drop over his face. He releases me and steps back, only to sway. I grip his shoulder to righten him and his features grow even more angry. He spins around and heads out of the shower. He makes it to the door before his knees seem to grow too shaky. He grips the door frame and draws in a breath.
I reach behind me and turn off the shower before I walk over to him. By the time I reach him, his features are pale.
"You okay?" I reach out to touch him, but he shrugs it off.
"I can walk on my own steam."
"I have no doubt," I murmur.
"Don’t humor me." He firms his lips.
"I believe you. I’m only trying to help."
"Well, don’t." He takes another step forward, then another. I glance down at myself and realize I am dripping water all over the carpet. Shit. I turn and hurry back into the bathroom. I dry myself quickly, then shrug into a bathrobe, before I return to him. I catch up with him as he nears the door to the hallway. His clothes are dripping and his breathing is labored. He grips the frame of the door and draws in a breath.
"Let me help you, please," I plead.
He doesn’t answer me. Simply takes another step forward, then another. His pace is slow, and he seems to be growing more tired with every passing minute. Halfway up the corridor, he sways. I grab his arm, and this time, he doesn’t shake it off. I throw his arm across my shoulder, wrap my arm around his waist, and help him back to his room.
