Sinister

by Sherell Cummings

  Once the elevator doors closed I looked at the key before pressing the fifth floor. Once the doors re-opened I found the room and quickly slipped inside. That Nate guy was putting out a lot having those two idiots here, because this was a five-star hotel, and this wasn’t a cheap room. For a moment back at the diner I actually thought he was going to kill Praxton, which I would have been happy about. I had no reason to want Praxton dead before, all I knew was it was either him or Izzy. Now I was glad he was still alive and within arm's length because now, I was going to kill him.

  I found the phone on the unmade bed, and lucky for me it was unlocked. There were no missed calls, but there were a few messages from a bunch of men eager to show their dicks to another man, and one from Izzy.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nathaniel

  I started back in the elevator, stripping her down piece by piece and by the time we got through the door of our room she was down to a black thong. The black dress she was wearing tonight was enough to keep me hard through out our entire dinner, but not only that, I couldn’t stop staring at her. It was an odd thing for me to obsess over a woman but the more we talked and laughed, the more I wanted to pull her into my arms and never stop kissing her.

  “Fuck I love you,” I whispered against her cheek while kissing down her neck and over her breasts. Grabbing her into my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, I carried her over to the bed where our mouths fused before our bodies fell against the bed. I devoured every breath, every flick of her tongue, every moan while my hands slid between us until I reached her clit. Pulling my mouth from hers I followed a trail down her body, sucking her nipples gently before moving down her stomach and stopping at the top of her pelvic bone.

  “Ahh— yes,” she moaned between harsh breaths while my hand continued stroking her swollen clit and my mouth ran circles from her pelvis all the way down her thigh. “I need more, ahh Nathaniel.”

  “You will soon.” I spread her legs wider, positioning my body between them on the floor. The room wasn’t dark, but dimly lit, so I watched her porcelain skin glow and the pinkness between her legs glisten practically begging for my mouth to devour every inch. I reached forward and swiped my tongue all the way from her slick hole to her pulsating bud, her body trembled, legs opening wider before I attacked licking and sucking at every bit of exposed flesh. She was beautiful, ripe and tasted so sweet I could develop a cavity. She was mine and I was hers, and I wanted her to feel every bit of pleasure only I could give her. Her hand moved in my hair, pulling at the strands as I palmed her ass pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.

  Her body was easy to manipulate into doing what I wanted. It was something she’d learned from Hector a skill most women couldn’t control. I felt the tightness growing in her body, by the way her legs started to stiffen and her back arched off the bed, but she wouldn’t come unless I tell her too. “Nathaniel—please.”

  “Please what?” I knew what she wanted even as I smirked swiping my tongue again and again. “You want to cum, baby?”

  She moaned louder when I nipped her clit. “Yes—”

  “But you won’t, not yet.” I stood up unbuttoning my shirt before getting rid of my pants and underwear, and in one fluid move I had her flipped onto all fours. “I need you to be patient.”

  “Why—”

  “Because you love me.”

  “I do—so much you might never understand.”

  I smirked planting soft kisses on each cheek. “That’s good to hear, because you’re going to love me even more after this.” She was glorious at any angle, which was why it was my favorite. Spreading her legs more I leaned in and started licking her from behind. She loved this position as much as I did because her body shook with every stroke of my tongue. She was close, pushing back on my mouth when my tongue moved inside her. Lifting my head I grabbed the base of my cock positioning it at her entrance while I continued rubbing her clit. Her breathing accelerated the faster I rubbed while her hands gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles started turning white. “You want to cum?”

  “Yes,” she blurted eagerly.

  “Cum,” I commanded. Her body shook with a force that rocked the both of us and probably alerted a few people on our floor. Without another breath I thrusted inside while she came, screaming from the impact of her release and the fullness of my cock. I stilled, feeling her walls constricting around my cock, making it hard for me to even breathe far less move without coming like a premature teenager.

  I pulled out slowly before slamming in hard gripping her hips tightly to keep her from slamming head first into the headboard. Back and forth we rocked, thrust after thrust she screamed, mumbling my name while I tried hard not to cum with each stroke. “Nathaniel.”

  “Yeah, baby,” I huffed.

  “Harder,” she moaned, and who was I to deny her? I flipped her onto her back, knowing how weak her arms were after coming, and impaled her. Her legs hooked around my waist, ankles digging into my skin as deeper and deeper I rode her home. With our bodies now slick with sweat, one after another I felt her tightening again while my cock throbbed and balls tightened to the point where I could no longer see straight. “Nathaniel—”

  “I—know baby— I feel it.” With one final thrust she screamed, arching up while I stilled, closing my eyes with my head facing the ceiling. My cock twitched as everything I had spilled inside her. With chest moving like a wild drum while trying to catch my breath, hers did the same when I moved my head down to hers. Finally getting a slight grip on my breathing, I slid out of her as a glowing smile spread across her lips. Kissing her passionately, our bodies touched with a heat that made me hard all over again.

  “I love you,” she mumbled against my mouth kissing me harder while I rolled us over, placing her on top of me. She pulled away, hovering above me with eyes following the angles of my face.

  “Why?” I asked wanting to know her answer. I knew why I loved her. Why every part of me ached knowing that if this didn’t end well that I’d be losing a large part of myself if I lost her in the crossfire. What she saw in me, I didn’t see. I wasn’t prince charming or a knight in shinning armor, but who knows? Maybe one day I could be. For her I could be anything.

  Her eyes closed briefly before she smiled moving her hand along my cheek. “Because you are everything I one day hope to be.” I blinked at her, unsure of what she meant because I was nothing compared to her.

  Later, I listened to her soft breathing as she slept against my chest. With my head facing the ceiling, the light coming from my phone on the side table pulled my gaze as the phone buzzed briefly. Careful not to wake her, I sat up snatching the phone as I quickly scanned the message. Cursing under my breath, I got off the bed and threw on some clothes making sure she was still asleep before I left the room.

  I went down to the hotel bar and slid onto a stool, motioning for the bartender and ordered a whiskey before Nathan sat down on the stool next to me. I looked at my brother, who looked his usual exhausted and annoyed self as I smirked. “When did you get here?” I asked when my drink was placed in front of me. Nathan ordered the same.

  “Yesterday. Probably around the same time you did. Why does dad know you’re here?”

  “Because I wanted him too.”

  “I know that. What I want to know is why? I was in the middle of something else before he told me to drop that to come here and find out what you’re doing.” He placed his glass to his lips. For a minute I thought I was losing my touch. Back in my father's office this shipment in Brazil was the only one I could find on his computer. Doubt it was by accident since it was literally the only thing in that document.

  “He’s the one that wanted me to be here. So here I am.”

  He placed his glass down. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Our father is playing another one of his fucked up games. He knew I’d look on his computer so he left the information for the shipment here in Brazil for me to find.”

  “And yet you�
�re here?”

  “Because he’s hoping to catch me. So I figured I’d let him.”

  He laughed, tipping his glass at me with an amused expression. “You’re just as crazy as he is aren’t you?”

  I grinned. “Maybe even more so. The man did try to raise us to be like him.”

  “Which I thought I was. So you’re walking into a trap to be taken?”

  “Won’t be for nothing.”

  “And what about Izabella? While you’re there, I’m assuming she’ll still be here. Who’s going to look after her?”

  I smirked at him before turning back to the bar and sipping my drink. My brother and I may not have seen eye to eye for most of our lives, and we probably never will, but that didn't mean we didn't have a common enemy. Nathan had been changing for a while and I noticed how he'd been pulling away from our father. Thought it was best that we both kept playing our roles. A few months back he got so drunk he apologized for being the cause of our fucked up relationship. I was pretty sure he couldn't remember anything the next day, since he never brought it up again.

  “You got to be fucking kidding me.”

  “Nope.”

  “Why don’t you get someone else to do it?”

  My glass hit the bar top as I pivoted my head to him with a hard expression. “Because you’re my fucking brother and you owe me for all the bullshit.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I thought we resolved that shit?”

  “One drunk conversation is not going to fix the ton of shit between us, Nate. You were just like him, but I always vouched for you because you are my brother. You are my blood, not him and you pushed me aside. Why?” I never admitted it to anyone but losing my twin was like losing a part of myself. We had been each other’s best friend since birth and then suddenly I was the enemy, and I didn’t know why. I get wanting to be like our father, but he didn’t have to alienate me to do it.

  He got the bartender to pour us another drink when his hand moved through his hair. With a sigh he downed the drink. “What am I supposed to say? Yes I was an idiot for wanting to be like every young boy's role model. I saw the way we lived and how respected he was, and I wanted that.” He faced me. “You were just, always so different you know? Dad would tell you to go left and you didn’t care, so you went right. Dad would get so fucking mad and I felt if I didn’t get mad too he would start hating me, like he hated you.”

  I nodded in understanding. “Guess that makes sense.” I shot back my drink as another was poured for the both of us.

  “Deep down I never hated you, Nathaniel,” he said sincerely. “You are my brother and if it had come down to you or dad, I would always choose you—I’m sorry.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and one thing I knew about my brother, was when he meant something.

  I sighed. “Thank you.”

  “Now do I get out of babysitting duty?” he grinned still holding onto my shoulder as I swatted his hand away laughing.

  “Nope.” I turned back to the bar. “You’re the only one without a job.”

  “Fuck. Lucky you she’s hot.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t fucking start with me, I still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you said to her when I was gone.”

  “She was planning on shooting me.”

  “And you would have fucking deserved it. Izabella is off limits.”

  “You fucking love her, don’t you?” he said with a serious tone.

  I gazed at him without a thought in my mind. “Yes.”

  He paused, gazing at me before nodding. “Then I’ll protect her with my life—Lucky for you I don’t need your woman. Which come to think of it would have been my woman if you hadn’t stolen her from under me.”

  “Ha,” I laughed tipping my glass at him. “I didn’t steal anything. She was mine way before that day. You never stood a chance.”

  “That may be true.” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now because I may have found a woman worth more than one night in my bed, and she may even be hotter than Izabella.”

  “That so. Who is she?”

  “Woman I met in Prague.” His face turned grim. “Dad wanted her killed to get back at her father—I couldn’t do it.”

  “Hmm.” In all the years of knowing my brother he had never blown a job. Not for a woman anyway. This was a surprise. “Where is she now?”

  “Hiding. On top of ruining our lives, he’s ruining an innocent woman’s. We have to end this.” I knew what he meant and understood it better than anyone. “Is the plan solid?”

  My brother knew nothing about the plan, but I was glad he trusted me to execute it. “Solid enough. I found mom's family, or uncles and cousins, they're helping me out.”

  “And these—cousins. What are they like?”

  I huffed a laugh. “They're our family, man. Better than the family we got.”

  “Anything is better than the one we got. I hope this is the end. Are you going to tell Izabella about me looking after her while you’re gone?”

  I blinked at him. Izzy hated my brother and at first glance she might kill him, or hurt herself trying to. “You can watch her from a distance, just don’t go near her or let her see you. She doesn’t like you and might try to kill you.”

  “She can try.” He smirked.

  “And she will, which is why I don’t want her getting hurt.”

  He lifted his hands in defence. “Fine, fine. I’ll stay in the lobby, that way I’ll see everyone who’s going in and out. When is it set to happen?”

  “Tomorrow night.”

  He lifted his glass between us for a toast. “To tomorrow then.”

  I nodded my head, staring at his glass as I lifted mine to touch his. It felt as if I was heading to war all over again, only this time I wasn’t sure I would come back.

  Part Three

  Now

  Chapter Sixteen

  Izabella

  I threw the phone on the bed before releasing the tie on the front of my robe while walking to the bathroom. I figured I’d take that bath before he arrived hoping the water was still warm. The room smelled of honey as scented candles flickered around the tub. I smiled at how thoughtful Nathaniel was for doing this. It was too bad it had to be wasted as I was in a hurry to get dressed before Prax showed up.

  After a quick shower, I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt just as a soft knock ripped against the door. Two seconds later I swung the door open with a huge smile on my face, only to have it disappear a second later when he turned to face me. Rushing to slam the door in his face, his foot jammed between the small gap before shoving me back and stepping inside. “What the fuck are you doing here? Get out,” I yelled, catching my footing and pointing at the door.

  He stood with his arms crossed and an annoyed look. God the more I looked at him the more I wanted to puke. He looked so much like Nathaniel it was annoying. “I think you’d be a lot nicer to me if you knew why I was here.”

  “Doubt it. The last time we spoke you were threatening to come fuck me through a door.” I crossed my arms with an angry scowl as I searched the room for a weapon. Fuck there was nothing.

  “Yeah—not one of my finest moments. I was an asshole back then.”

  “That was six days ago.”

  “Like I said not one of my finest. Now would you stop fucking talking so I could get you out of here?” he asked, walking past me and over to the window.

  “And what gives you the impression I’ll be going anywhere with you?” I pulled my gaze from his and found the edge of the bed, sitting in contemplation. This was not what I was expecting when I opened the door, and now I was contemplating stabbing him in the face. I thought my killing days were over, but I guess I was wrong about that too.

  “Would you rather take your chances with me or your stalker ex-boyfriend?” He fell into one of the chairs with his legs spread wide while fingering the curtains.

  My eyebrows frowned. “What ex-boyfriend?”

  He waved his arms like it was no big deal. “Christian
or whatever?”

  My eyes popped, gapping at him. “Christopher. Christopher is here?”

  “Yep.”

  “Why?” I shriek, bouncing off the bed.

  He shrugged. “How the fuck should I know?”

  “What the hell is happening right now?” I mumbled while pacing. First Praxton and now Christopher. What the fuck was going on? This couldn’t be a coincidence. This was far from a fucking coincidence. I faced him narrowing my eyes. “Why are you here?”

  Finally looking at me with a bored expression he said, “I already told you. Your ex-boyfriend is downstairs and he’s coming up here.”

  “Yeah I heard that, but what I’m asking is what you’re doing in Brazil and here in our hotel.”

  He stood. “Your boyfriend.”

  “Nathaniel?”

  “Got another one we should know about? Yes Nathaniel. He asked me to look after you while he was gone.”

  “I’m going to kill him,” I mumbled.

  He smirked. “He already knows that. Though he said you might try to kill me.”

  “I still might.”

  He got closer as I took a step back looking up at him. “Look my brother and I already made amends and I guess I’ll have to do the same to you. I am sorry for what I said to you and how I treated you that day. It wasn’t right and I deserve your hostility. I also understand if you can’t forgive me. That said, your ex-boyfriend is downstairs and he’s probably on his way up here right now and I don’t know why. My brother asked me to keep you safe and I promised him that I would, so either you come with me or I drag you. Either way, we are leaving.” A knock on the door caused me to swallow the saliva building in my throat when I pulled my gaze from his to the door. I didn’t know what to believe and I wasn’t sure I could trust him, but if that was Christopher at the door, I had no choice.