“Fuck.”
Chapter Eight
Justine
To say I was thrown by that encounter was an understatement. I spent most of the conversation with Ross in my head, fantasizing about all the different positions Mr. mysterious could take me in. It was very unsettling this attraction I felt for a man I didn’t even know the name of.
“Fox.”
“Hmmm, yes,” I responded to Ross’s call while turning my gaze to her annoyed eyes. “I’m with you.”
“No you’re not. What’s up?”
I shrugged, picking apart my salad. Quite frankly I was a big eater and having to eat salads all the time was getting on my nerves. And even though we weren’t around anyone from my new life, I still had to keep up appearances just in case. Vanessa ate greasy burgers and drank beer, while Justine ate salads and drank champagne. I sighed, dropping my fork, watching her with tired eyes.
“Nothing is wrong with me. My life is perfectly happy and filled with everything I could ever want.” Except a certain tall dark and handsome man with the kissing ability of a porn star and technically it wasn’t my life. “My mental state is perfectly fine, just like I said the last time we met.”
“I know you hate these conversations, but they're mandatory and part of the agreement you made to be here,” she reminded me, taking a sip of her mimosa. Before this, Katrina Ross and I never had any kind of interaction. The only reason they paired her with me on this case was because we sort of looked alike. It was why the sister thing worked so well. In a dark room, standing at a distance and slightly buzzed we could be twins.
“Yep I know. It just gets frustrating sometimes. I’m perfectly fine.” Technically. I can’t tell if she believed me or not but quite frankly I didn’t care. I was tired of the act, I was tired of pretending, and I was tired of this conversation. “Has the bureau gotten any new leads on the case?”
She sighed placing her arms on the table while looking at me afflicted. “The case is the case, Fox. Have you found anything substantial yet?”
I rolled my eyes hating that every time I asked something about the case, she diverted the question. I had no contact with anyone else, so I had no clue what was going on beyond the four walls of my deranged fake boyfriend's house. If it wasn’t about me, it was confidential and on a need to know basis. I was tired and irritated and wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in Nicolae’s head just to call it a day. Turning my head toward the glass windows, irritated and ready to tell agent Ross where to stick it, I spotted the figure of a man sitting outside the coffee shop across the street. It was some distance away and in between the movement of cars and people, so I couldn’t tell what he was doing, but I knew who it was from the moment I spotted him.
I flicked my gaze back to Ross before standing and grabbing my purse and phone off the table. “No, nothing that you don’t already know. I have to go.”
“But we're not done here,” she called.
“Yes we are and I promise this is the last time we meet like this.” In a rush I started walking away and was outside looking up and down the street eager to cross.
Once on the other side, I walked straight to his table and stood in front of him, but he didn’t look up from his phone as his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.
“Are you following me?” I demanded, slightly irritated having found him here.
“How could I be following you? I have no clue where you came from,” he said eyes still on his phone.
“Bullshit. You knew I was across the street, you could see me through the window.”
“Maybe I could. Would you like to sit now?” he asked, amused before pocketing his phone and smiling at me. I bit my bottom lip, staring at his mouth. It was a gorgeous mouth and suddenly I was eager to have it on me again.
“Who are you?”
He looked surprised then remorseful. “My apologies, my name is Andrea De Luca.” He motioned toward the other chair. “Please have a drink with me.”
“And what if I’m not thirsty?” I was completely on edge being near this man, and his name alone was like a scoop of ice-cream melting on my tongue. I wanted him, and I wasn’t one to beat around the bush. And besides, I couldn’t sit with him out in the open like this. I still had no clue who was following me, and it could very well be one of Nicolae’s men.
He smirked again. “And what do you want, Justine?” I wasn’t sure what happened or if I blacked out and came to twenty, thirty minutes after, but the next thing I knew we were bursting into a hotel room with his lips expertly parting mine as his fingers dug into my ass. I was pressed against the first solid piece of furniture we could find.
“I like the way you think,” he groaned, kissing me harder and plunging his tongue into my mouth. He smelled of espresso and expensive cologne that made my mouth water and turned my insides into hello. I had no idea what had come over me or why I so desperately wanted this man, but I couldn’t stop any of it; even with knowing that Nicolae could still be around. Nicolae could have seen us together at the café and in my head I knew this, I understood this better than anyone because I knew he wasn’t a trusting man. It was why I feared even attempting a kiss from another man when he wasn’t around.
I had so much time alone on these trips that I could have had any man I wanted, but I was too afraid of blowing the case by getting caught by Nicolae. But this man, this Andrea, was a fucking angel because I had fallen from grace and landed right in his arms without so much of a fight.
I heard a ripping sound and felt the coldness of the room against my back when we both started tearing at each other’s clothes. “You’re going to love it even more in a minute,” I said reaching forward to open his pants and sliding them and his boxers down his legs. There was no time to appreciate anything because I had so much pent-up frustration that this was going to be the quickest fuck known to man. I was hungry for an orgasm and he was my meal ticket.
We were both naked in seconds and then I was pushed onto the counter with heel-cladded legs spread wide over his shoulders while his warm breath moved between my legs. A shiver ran through me and anticipation slowed my breaths into shallow pants which intensified the minute his mouth sucked on my clit. I was gravely mistaken when I thought I was about to have a meal, because the moment he got his first taste he devoured me like he was a man on death row, feasting as if I was his last meal.
My back arched off the counter and I grabbed his hair, pulling him faster and harder against me. His tongue, like a weapon of mass destruction, tore through every layer of pent-up frustration and in no time my body grew tight before that impending release had me screaming his name. Before I could finish though, he was strapping on a condom and fucking me hard against the counter.
An hour later, I walked out of the shower with a towel around my body and found Andrea lounging on the bed in his jeans with no shirt on. With his back against the headboard and one foot bent at the knee, he looked every bit of sexy and dangerous as he did an hour ago when he was naked. “Not planning on getting dirty again, because I had a few ideas,” he said with a lazy grin.
I blinked and sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him. “We shouldn't have done that.”
“You seemed pretty convinced an hour ago.”
“Yeah well that was poor judgment on my part.” I turned, glancing at him with one brow raised.
He smirked. “I like your judgment.”
I huffed a laugh and turned my body to face him. “You were the one following me, weren't you?”
“Took you long enough to figure it out, Bella.”
“That was a bullshit move.” I stood and grabbed my clothes. I didn’t know before, but I put two and two together when I realized the moment he left, the feeling left with him.
“I thought it was rather clever. Got me a kiss.”
“Clever indeed,” I mumbled with my dress now on before I sat on the bed to zip up my shoes. If it wasn't for that kiss, he probably wouldn't have had the same effect on me. But I can'
t think about that now. Now I needed to get out of here, scrub my skin raw and get rid of any evidence of Andrea ever being even an idea in my head. Bending forward with my hand on my shoe zipper, I felt the bed shift before his hand was moving up my back. “Seriously… Andrea this was—”
“Let me guess…” He grabbed my hair, forcing my head up and back against his chest. Normally a move like that would piss me off, but the way he growled and started moving his lips down my neck, made me lose my train of thought. “Nice,” he mumbled.
My breath hitched when he grabbed my breast through the fabric of my dress causing me to drop my other shoe. “Something like that, but seriously… I really should—” I seriously couldn't think straight with him doing that, I mean come on, how many hands did this guy have?
“Go,” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded, voice caught in my throat. “Yes.”
“But I thought we were just about to have fun.” Yes…no I needed to stop this. Nicholae could be back, or one of his men could be somewhere around here, waiting for me to slip up.
I sprung from the bed with my arms out in front of me, backing away slowly. “You are seriously the worst.”
With a cocky grin he got on his knees, flexing the muscles in his chest. “I know, like candy...tempting but bad for your health.”
I crossed my arms over my chest with an eye roll. “Sure. Luckily for you I have diabetes.”
“Liar. Come on one more round wouldn't hurt. Seems to me you could use it, with how quickly you came and the way you screamed my name before, I'd say”—he tapped his chin with one brow raised—“six months.”
With a blank stare I asked, “Six months what?”
He smirked. “Since the last time you got laid.”
My mouth opened then shut in disbelief before I focused my gaze elsewhere. The gull of this man. How the hell did he know?
“Or maybe you do get laid but it's never any good. Selfish fucker doesn't even let you cum.”
“Okay I'm seriously done with this conversation.” I bent forward to grab my shoe, but he snatched it up, swinging it from one finger. “Oh come on,” I said exasperated and on the verge of pissed off. “Give it back.”
With a playful gleam he tilted his head. “Come get it.”
With a huff I approached him, reaching forward to grab my shoe, to which he pulled back before dangling it near my face again. I scowled and reached for it again, and he did the same move only this time, he placed an arm around my waist pulling us into the bed, with me landing on top of him. I blew out a puff of air while moving my hair out of my face. “You seriously don't know when to quit do you?”
He grinned boyishly stroking my cheek. “Never did learn how to play fair.” That was when I knew I was done for. So I kissed him.
Two nights later my resistance was dead, and I was still cooped up in Andrea's room, with him asleep next to me. Sex with Andrea felt like a carnival ride, until the very end when I felt like I was about to crash and burn, because I was literally playing with fire. Of course I had left the room and returned to mine, since his room was a floor below, but like a moth to a flame I returned to his the moment I knew Nicholae was still away and no guards were assigned to watch me.
Tomorrow morning we were heading home and I was supposed to meet Nicholae on the plane. As much fun as spending time with Andrea was, I knew it had to end, and I wasn't too happy about it. The man had this childlike quality and a playfulness hidden under his dark and dangerous exterior, that it didn't matter how annoyed or serious I was, he always made me laugh.
“Now who's the creepy stalker,” he said, eyes popping open, one then the other. The room was dimly lit, the curtains open to reveal the city beyond.
“And how is this stalking?”
“You're staring at me while I sleep. That's as creepy as it gets.”
“And following someone from their hotel room to the lobby and then to where they were having lunch is not creepy?” My eyes curved.
“Nope, that's persistence.” Swiftly, he kissed my nose and then turned swinging his feet off the bed. With his naked back now to me, I noticed some thin lines criss crossing across his entire back. They were old scars, probably a few years old by the looks of it. Who could have done something like this?
Unconsciously I reached out, running a finger along one of the scars which caused him to tense while gazing ahead. “Who did this to you?” I whispered.
He exhaled and stood, and for a brief moment when he glanced at me I saw anger in his eyes, but he quickly turned away before walking toward the bathroom. “Story for another time maybe.” He disappeared into the bathroom slamming the door. We didn't have sex after that.
Later that night when he was fast asleep again, I slipped out of bed and left. It was probably for the best that I did it this way, cut ties before we got too attached. Not saying that I would have gotten attached, but you never know in these situations. Andrea was a man I couldn't have because of my job, and the sooner I understand that, the better for all of us.
The next morning, I got up, got dressed and met the car out by the curb waiting to take me to the airport. Once I arrived, Nicholae and his men hadn't arrived yet, so I took my regular seat by the window and gazed out, feeling alot better than I did earlier this morning. I had taken a chance, we had fun and now I could return to my cruel existence of being the pretend girlfriend of a psychopath. And the best part of this whole thing was, I didn't get caught.
I heard his voice coming from outside the plane and I blew out a few breaths to mentally prepare myself for him, because I had no idea of his mental state. He was talking to someone as they approached and with my back to them I stood, turning with a smile, only for that smile to slip from my face a moment later when I saw who he was talking to.
Nicholae smiled as if he had actually missed me, and stepped forward, grabbing me around my waist and placing a soft kiss on my lips before pulling away. “Glad you made it back okay. How was your stay?”
I blinked out of the staring contest I was secretly having beyond Nicholae's head and plastered a fake smile on my face. “It was fantastic. My sister says 'hi' by the way.”
He released me and turned toward the man, who stood with his hands in his pockets and a slight smile on his face. If looks could kill, he would be the second one to die on this plane. I might be the first, if Nicholae saw my face. “I would like to introduce you to Andrea DeLuca, the new head of my security.”
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Chapter Nine
Nathan
I was so deep inside this chick, I felt like my balls were about to explode. Fucking bitch had one of those pussies that held you in a vice grip so warm and deep, I instantly wanted to burst the moment I slid inside. Too bad she wouldn’t stop crying or else I would have considered keeping her alive a lot longer.
Flipping her onto her back, she whimpered with tears rolling down her cheek. Poor thing must be mistaking me for my brother. He was the compassionate one, the one that took everything to heart. I wasn’t even close. Half the time I didn't even think I was human. I felt nothing but a need to fuck them and get rid of them the moment my cum coated their insides. It's what father taught me, women were objects for our amusement, and if they weren’t amusing, they were useless.
She thought it would be fun to fuck with me at the bar. Showing off her tits in that tiny dress of hers and smiling over at me, only to act surprised when I approached her. When I invited her to my room, she denied me, saying she wasn’t interested in anyone tonight. I didn’t believe her, no woman comes to a bar, dressed the way she was dressed all tight and ready to be fucked, and didn’t expect anything.
Every man in there had her within their sites, but I was the one who caught her. She tried to stop me. Tried to run, but I was faster. After spending two days knee deep in files, I needed to unwind and this chick, was perfect.
The crying made me giddy because it turned me on even more. I grabbed her around the neck, plunging in and out of that slick hol
e, forcefully. In the back of my mind, I tried to push it all back, all the frustration and the anger, but it was impossible, knowing he was always there. Her eyes became white globes of fright when I tightened my grip before falling over the edge in a series of grunts and moans. With a satisfied smirk, I released her neck and watched her body unmoving beneath me. As my breathing slowed my body tightened with the reality of what I had done.
My phone beeped from the nightstand, breaking my concentration and causing me to slide out of her and get up from the bed. Grabbing it I saw my father's name across the screen. Fuck if this man wasn’t the devil, I didn’t know who was. “It’s done,” I smirked into the phone. Sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs apart I looked up at one of my father's associates, Glock, as he stood by the door watching my every move. The big dark man had tattoos all over his neck and arms, with muscles as big as fucking bowling balls on his biceps. His body took up the entire door way and his face showed no emotion.
“Good, I hope she was very satisfying in the end?” asked my father through the speaker.
“She was,” I said with a pissed off edge, gazing at her body on the bed. Something in my chest was gnawing at me the more I watched her, and I couldn’t put my finger on it.
“What’s the update on Jerick?” The man he was referring to, is the problem I was here trying to solve. Jerick was a high-profile distributer, dealing drugs through the streets of Prague and some of Europe and Asia. Spying on him was easy, seeing as his security was half-assed and didn’t run background checks. I glanced back on the bed behind me and smirked at the unmoving woman. She was his daughter.
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