by Ky Crossfire
— Shove your two seconds up you ass, Nicolas. — I don’t stay to watch it, and walk out of there stomping hard.
My face burning, I leave the place without even saying goodbye to Logan, before the motherfucker owns up to his promise.
Nicolas follows me and places his hand at my waist, as to take me to his car.
— Don’t touch me! — I shout, and people waiting at the line outside watch it, gossiping with each other.
— I’m taking you home.
— Why are you even here, Nicolas? To ruin my night? — I clap, ironically. — Well, congratulations then! Guess what, you did! Mission accomplished.
I keep moving towards the street, praying for a taxi to show up.
— Isabel! — I hear him shout my name again.
— Die, Nicolas! Die, and let me be! — I shout back.
I feel my high-heeled shoes leave the floor.
— Let go of me! Bastard! — I hit his back while he throws me over his shoulder and walks towards the car. — Let go of me already, I won’t say it again! — I yell even louder.
I see the people in the line twisting their own necks to watch the scene, giggling, and some even using their phones to register it all.
— Shush it, babe! — He hits a slap to my ass, his hand is heavy on me, and I scream in frustration, attacking him in any ways I can, punching and biting. — When your wolf call you, you’re listening.
I’ll kill you, Nicolas! You’re going to pay for this, stupid asshole! I won’t let this end this way!
Chapter 14
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I fetched my phone from my basket and started texting a message to Logan. What would he think upon realizing I had just run away from our date?
“Me: Sorry. I had an emergency, and had to leave out of nowhere.”
Nicolas doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s reading all I am writing.
— You’re a dick, did you know that? — I grumble, my eyes still focused on my phone’s screen.
We hear a honk behind us.
— The green light is on! — A man shouts from the car besides us.
Nicolas turns his attention back to the road and speeds up, making the tires squeal.
My phone rings: Logan is calling.
— Hey.
— You vanished. — His voice shows concern.
— I know, know. — I say, burning in shame while I play around with my cupcake pendant. — I guess I got scared about how big your trident is. — I laugh. — Specially since you said you were going to use it on me.
Logan laughs on the other end of the line.
Nicolas yanks the phone from my hands and tosses is through the car window.
— You fucking asshole! — I hit his biceps with slaps and punches. — I was just about to finish paying it, you moron!
— What the fuck do you mean by using his trident? — He growls, speeding up even more
— That’s none of your business. Actually, nothing about my private life and what I do with it is your business, dick! Now, stop this shitty car, I’m leaving. I can’t handle this anymore, I’d rather walk
— You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you out with basically your whole ass out. — Nicolas spits, and grips the steering wheel even tighter. I watch the speedometer going over 160 Km/h.
— Go fuck yourself, Nicolas Reis! — I yell. — Are you drunk, or what? I don’t owe explanations about shit to anyone. If I want to get down with Logan, I will. If I want to have a full harem of men, one for each day of the week, I’ll have it. And you know why? — He speeds even more. — I. AM. NOT. MARRIED. — I shout. — And where’s your wife, could you tell me?
— Sit your ass down and shut the fuck up, Isabel, you’re driving me mad.
— Lookie here, who the fuck you think you are to tell me to shut up?
We hear a siren behind us, and I see a blue light twinkle through the rear mirror.
— Fuck! — He curses.
— See? That’s what you get for driving faster than roaches when a light turns on! — I sit back in my seat and smile. — I hope you get a real long ticket, maybe then you’ll stop being such an asshole!
Nicolas speeds down and parks roadside.
A middle aged man in police gear stops at Nicolas’ side of the door.
— Documents and license. — The cop asks, looking impatient.
Nicolas runs his hand through his jeans’ pockets. I grin largely.
— Oh, you’re so screwed! — I say, messing around with the car radio buttons as to find something good.
— I must have dropped it. — He tells, pulling his hair back in a loose, high bun.
— Are you aware of how fast you were going? —The aged-face officer asks.
—Give him ticket already, Mr. Officer! Give him a ticket, he deserves it.
— Can you just shut the fuck up, Isabel?!
— If you tell me to shut up again, you’ll be waking up bald tomorrow!
Nicolas huffs and turns his gaze back to the officer.
— Get ou of the car, Sir. — He demands.
— You. Are. Fucked! — I mock.
— Are sure this is needed, Sir? I live a few blocks from here.
An old song, from a comedy musical with Johnny Depp starts playing, and I start humming it, trying to hold in how mad I am at Nicolas for ruining my date.
Nicolas faces me and unfastens his seatbelt.
—Can you just listen to me at least once in your life?- He growls, slamming the door when he leaves. — Stay. In. The. Car!
I laugh to myself: I have yet to meet a man who can boss me around! Obviously, I get out of the car a few second later and go on singing, louder this time:
“Please Mr. Jailer, won't you let my baby go free?
Whoa ho ho oh, whoa ho, let my man go free.
Whoa oh oh, don't make no lifer out of me.
Please Mr. Jailer, can't you see how much love she's got for me”
— I told you to stay in the car.
— Bullshit. I don’t give a flying fuck. All I want is to watch the officer ticketing you front row. — I curse. — Write all the zeroes you want, Mr. Officer. He’s a rich one.
His gaze burns mine, and he goes back to talking to the cop, his voice low.
— For the love of God, just give him the ticket already, I can’t handle being on my feet for much longer. — I curse, feeling my feet cramp inside the high heeled shoes.
Boiling over in hate, Nicolas takes the ticket and wiggles it in my face. I laugh loudly.
— That’s right! — I comment, leaning against the car,
The officer returned to his car and followed his path. A car passed in front of us, driving slowly, and two guys whistled, cat-calling me.
—Woooooooooooooooooof! — They howled and laughed
I show them my middle finger only, and got back in the car.
— Happy? — He growls, before turning off the radio.
— Not quite yet. — I say, fastening my seatbelt. You’ll get what’s coming to you, Nicolas. I’ll pay you back, taxes applied.
A couple minutes later, we cross the gates to his mansion.
— Have a good night, Nicolas. — I spit, jumping out of the still moving car.
I take a shortcut through the garden, bit Nicolas grasps me and pulls me against his body. I don’t know how it happened, if we both just fell or if he pushed me, but all I feel is the weight of his body over mine.
— Get off me, asshole! — I yell, feeling his body weight over me. I push him, but he doesn’t move at all.
— Why did you pick that outfit? — He grabs my wrists and keep them held against the grass, immobilizing me.
— ‘Cause I wanted to look real sexy and hot for Logan! — I answer, looking straight into his blue eyes. — Now, get off me, you’re squishing me!
— Liar! — I feel his hot breath against my lips. — You dressed like that to tease me, make me jealous.
— No aquatic fucki
ng today? — I spit. — Oh, guess your models went out of stock, huh?
Nicolas glances at my mouth and smiles. — No, today I’ll be fucking on the grass.
He kisses me hard, set on making me moan in delight against his lips.
For fuck sake! That bastard was one hell of a kisser, he knew what he was doing!
Nicolas deepened the kiss, devouring me in a savage manner. His tongue interlocking mine, his hard-on pressing against my lower body, making desire flare up in a such a violent, hungry way that I, indeed, could barely even breathe.
His kisses became bite, pulling at my lower lip, forbidding me of saying what I needed to, or better yet, should say. Controlling my mouth and being able to say “no” was a much too hard quest, and my brain just wasn’t about to do it.
— Say it, slut. — He growls, pressing his cock harder against my core. — C’mon. — He rolls his hips, and I gasp.
— It wasn’t for you! — I answer, holding my gaze to his. — It was for… — Nicolas kiss me again.
His hands release my wrists and go straight to the buttons of my tiny vest. He pulls it, and the small buttons become lost all over the grass. His beard brushes against my face, prickly and hot wherever he rubs it.
My hands, which were supposed to push him, only pull him closer, and my legs, which should kick him away, circle around his hips.
— Bastard — I spit, my swollen lips attached to his.
Nicolas hands tear down my white shirt and grabs my breasts, his strong grasp making my body shake down.
— Moan for Mr. Big Bad Wolf, c’mon — He growls before bringing his mouth to my breast and sucking, biting it.
I was about to tell him to go to hell, but all that came out of my mouth was a loud cry when his free hand got under my skirt and his fingers started playing inside my panties, caressing, twisting and exploring my soaking sex.
He grins, pleased, and rubs his beard against my sensitive, hardened nipple, before attacking my other breast in the same away.
Nicolas shoves two fingers in my cunt, then brings them to his mouth.
— Tastes like a dirty slut. — He teases, and sits over me while taking off his shirt.
Good Lord, what’s up with those muscles? My hands go straight to his chest muscles, and I run my nails down his chest ‘til I reach his abs. Nicolas grabs me by my wrists and spreads bites all over my hands and arms. His bun became undone, and his hair fell down his shoulders.
He hiked up my skirts and pulled my panties down. Nicolas stared at my now completely shaved, not even a single hair left.
— Damn, that pussy is just begging to be eaten. — He dishes out a dirty grin and leans down to eat me out.
He smacks my clit lightly before evolving my whole core with his mouth. A mouth which should be receiving a fucking medal, Jesus Christ.
A roll my hips and arch my hips up, and he stretches his tongue all the way down there, making my flesh pulse. He kisses, bites and licks, one after the other.
With stars hovering over us, I screamed as my first orgasm that night flooded me.
— Fuck me, Nicolas, fuck me now! — I beg, barely choking on pleasure.
And that’s what he did.
Nicolas got rid of the few pieces of clothing that he still wore and mounted me, burying his cock so deeply inside me I had to stick my nails into his flesh to take it.
— Now tell me, slut: — He takes barely his hole dick from inside me and, supporting himself on the grass by his elbows, teases me. — Who did you wear this clothes for?
He teases me, his lips barely attached to mine, blue eyes twinkling in desire.
— Fuck you, Nicolas. — I spit, and he bites my lips.
— Oh Lord, what should I do about that dirty little mouth. — His wicked grin becomes wider, and he sinks his cock inside me hard, thrusting merciless with quick snaps of his hips. — If it keeps on cursing like that, I’m gonna have to make it suffer on my dick a bit.
Nicolas took me until he got everything from me, the ground I could stand in, my whole world, until I had nothing left, just pleasure, mad, devious, rowdy pleasure.
My sweaty body slided under him, taking each and every thrust and crying for more, more and more. And he gave me, gave me all of it, until I was cumming again, and again.
— Cum with me, slut! — He bellows, holding me against his body.
Our bodies clímax together. Shaking, I can feel his heartbeat mixing with mine, and my heart skips a beat, my body still in ecstasy from all the pleasure running through my veins. But the dreading feeling that all of it would be over soon made me want to get away from him and run.
Nicolas left my body and laid down besides me. As if he could read my thoughts, he took my hand and linked his fingers with mine. His huge hand tightened around my small one.
— Don’t run away, Isa. — His voice wasn’t demanding, which made everything harder than it was already. — Stay with me tonight.
And so, my heart became tight inside my chest. Why was he doing this to me? He knew he was just going to hurt me when reality strikes us again. And I wasn’t about to let that happen.
I closed my eyes for just a fraction of a second and recalled the day he cradled me in his lap when I wasn’t able to walk. His voice, calming me, telling me everything would be ok. But, the truth was nothing would ever be ok. Never.
I unclasped my hand from his.
— Good night, Nicolas. — Then, I walked away.
I had to start strengthening my walls against him, or it would be way worse when it all started crumbling down. The thing was though, Nicolas was a professional when it came to dismantling me, taking down all my defenses, and taking me over.
It was much too hard fighting against Mr. Big Bad Wolf. I ran around the house barefoot and locked myself in my room. One last time, I would allow myself to sleep with his scent flooding my body. Tomorrow, I would figure out a way of prying him off me.
I slept, holding the cupcake pendante in my hands: I needed Logan’s help. But it wasn’t the devil who broke into my dreams: it was the wolf. That huge, hairy, possessive wolf.
Chapter 15
Isa Oliveira Brandão
I wake up to my heart pounding on my chest: The taste of Nicolas lips doesn’t seem to want to leave mine, just as his scent. I get up in the middle of the night and take a cold shower to chill my body down. Not completely dry yet, I put on a pair of panties and bra, and fumble around in the dark for some pieces of clothing.
I unlocked the door to my room and peek through the small gap. The whole house is taken by absolute silence as I walk through the hall. Nicolas’ room’s door is open:
“Son of a bitch!” I curse to myself at the sight of Diana sleeping over Nicolas’ body, half-naked and very comfortable on Nicolas large, muscular chest.
“Bastard ass mortherfucking prick idiot!” I bite my lip to try and hold back my anger.
“Don’t run away, Isa,”
Dirty dog! Oh my god, I’m so pissed right now! Nicolas had always been the king of players, and what I had just witnessed served as even bigger proof of how big of a liar that bastard was.
As if Lucifer himself had given me a wake up kiss, I wake up moody like the Devil’s spawn.
When I go to the kitchen, the two of them were tapping on their phones, not speaking a single word to each other. She arches her thin, blonde brows in haughtiness.
Diana is not very fond of me, and the feeling was mutual. The biggest difference between the two of us was that I didn’t need to pretend to like someone I can’t even stand to hear breathing. I really can’t see what Rico and Nick see in her.
— I like your PJs. — She remarks, looking distinctively at my loose XXXL t-shirt stamped with the face of the lastest guy that made a political campaign.
I glance at what Diana’s wearing: a pink silk robe over a short baby doll, and then at Nicolas, who has his perfectly fitted italian suit on already.
— You know, since 4th July is so close, why don
’t you shove some fireworks up your secretary’s ass? Maybe she’ll fly away with them!
Nick spits out his coffee. I roll my eyes and throw a dishrag to him.
— And clean up that mess, I’m not being paid to clean after a grown ass a man. Specially one as grown as you!
I leave the kitchen, giving up on having breakfast: right now, my belly was sick in anger, and thus I started working on an empty stomach.
— Isa. — Nicolas calls my name, standing at the the laundry room only door.
I shove all the cleaning products I need inside a bucket, angrily. I then fetch a mop and a sponge.
— What?! — I yell, feeling my face warm in rage. — Any problems, boss?
Nicolas eyes glance at the choker around my neck. He gives up on talking, but keeps looking at me like he wants to say something.
— Are you going to stand there for too much longer or are you going to let me work? — I take the cleaning appliances and face him.
— I didn’t call her. — Nicolas starts trying to explain himself, but I don’t let him.
— Stop it right there. I don’t wanna know. I don’t care who you fuck or don’t fuck with. If y’all want to fuck upside down, I still don’t care, I’m here for the jon only Nicolas, and that’s all!
He grabs me before I can run away. His strong hands grab my waist, and his leans his head, touching his forehead against mine.
I feel his breath mixing with mine, and I know what he means to do.
I knee him right on the balls, and he lets me go on the spot, taking his hands to his groin.
— Go fuck yourself, Nicolas Reis! Have a good day!
I go through the whole day without meeting neither him, neither that blonde hoe, which makes it much easier to get everything together. As I hear a car coming, I leave the broom leaning against the couch and peek through the window, seeing a large red pickup truck shine under the late afternoon sun.
Nicolas comes out and slams the door. He’s not wearing his blazer anymore, and, in his hands, there’s a not too big box.