by Ky Crossfire
Nicolas's rigid body enveloped me in a unique way, it was impossible to fight or resist a God with golden skin and powerful muscles like his.
— I just want a woman — He snarled, breaking the kiss in a statement that I needed to hear more than anything in the world at that moment. His hands came to my wrists and guided my hands across the wide chest. — And you — He said, spreading my hands over his chest — Are the only one that will touch me.
He left my hands there and his hands went straight to my pantyhose.
— You are mine, Isabel — He said, looking me straight in the eye. — And I'm yours — He said, unzipping his jeans, exposing his hard, pink cock.
Nicolas stepped forward and pressed my body against the blue edge of the pool. He penetrated me right there, my cunt throbbing with each thrust that stirred the water around us even more, our bodies redeeming themselves in the best possible way, fighting over territory.
Nicolas took off my jacket and, in a few seconds, freed me from my bra. There was nothing left between our bodies, except the water hitting our skins, stirring with the rough movements of their thrusts, responsible for making me moan louder than I had ever moaned.
— Mine — He snarled as he thrust at me, as if he was marking my sex inside so that my entire body knew what he kept saying. Fucked hard, razing my flesh until pleasure exploded in both of us in perfect, wonderful timing.
He came out of me, but we are still holding each other.
— I love you — I confessed, leaning my forehead against his wet chest. I could feel his heart pounding and then a happy smile formed on my face when I heard him say it.
— Of course, you do. And now the whole Avenida Rio Branco knows it too. Actually, the way you moaned loudly, everyone in Leblon knows it too.
— Shut up, no one likes arrogance! I take back what I said. I HATE ARROGANCE — I shouted.
He brushed my wet hair off his face and made me look into his eyes.
— You don’t. You love me. Also, there is no way you don’t. Just someone very genius create a Hinny’s Cakes.
I pinch his chest, and he laughs.
— Are you going to say that I'm lying? — He takes one of my breasts and caresses the hardened nipple.
A groan escapes me.
Hello, the condom sent my regards, Miss Isabel! The voice of reason screams late... I open my eyes wide.
— Shit! — I exclaim. — You did it again you son of a bitch.
— What? — Now he has a hand in each breast of mine, stoking, provoking. — What did I do? — Asks with a damn sexy voice.
— You didn't use condom! — I complain. — I'll introduce you to something called a condom. You never use it? There must be a handful of children scattered around.
He smirks and continues to tease me.
— Not a bunch. Only Nicolas and those two who are on their way. Or three.
I push it off and dive to straighten my hair back. When I return to the surface, he is still smiling.
— Don’t you play with a thing like that ‘cause I'm not ready for motherhood.
After we took a shower, I put on a black lingerie set and one of Nicolas' shirts. He wore boxer briefs and put on gray shorts.
While Nicolas cut the tomatoes, I cut the onion into small pieces.
— Let me tell your grandma how you've been treating me. — He reigns.
I pour the cut onion along with the sliced pepperoni sausage and let it brown in the pan while I beat the eggs on the plate.
— Oh yeah?! And how am I mistreating you, Mr. Reis?
— The list is long. First, it leaves me abandoned, hungry. — He keeps slicing awkwardly for the thing. — I'll add aggression too.
I laugh out loud.
— And I think Rico liked to gossip. — I pour the eggs into the pan and drop the empty plate on the counter.
I feel Nicolas's hands wrap around my waist, and he smells my hair.
— Don't start or I'll burn everything here.
— Me? — He pretends to be disagreeable while the big hands start to caress my hips and soon they are inside the shirt. — I am here to help you, full of good intentions.
Nicolas squeezes my breasts, and I feel my clit throb.
— I'll burn this shit up if you don't stop.
He nibbles on my shoulder over his clothes and growls.
— Look at the dirty little mouth. — Nicolas' hand goes down to my panties, he rubs his finger over my wet sex and strokes my clitoris again.
I let out a breath and continue the arduous task of trying to stay focused on cooking.
— It's your fault. You walk around the house like that, then I want to fuck you again.
I rest the head part on his chest and feel a delicious shiver as he rubs the stiffness of his erection against my ass, followed by a pain in the thumb on my left hand.
— Holy shit! — I shout and put my hand straight to my mouth. — Oh shit.
— Did I hurt you? — He gets scared and takes a few steps back.
I walk over to the sink and turn on the tap, letting the cold-water flow through the wound.
— No, I burned my fucking finger on the fridge.
— I’m sorry — He says, looking guilty.
I turn off the tap and shake my hand.
— I'll get a bandage. I might have some burn ointment in the medicine box.
— You don't have to. Just wash your hand and finish the salad for me. — I give the thumbs up with a burnt thumb.
Nicolas approaches and his hands wrap around my waist.
— I’m sorry — he asks and kisses my neck. — I’m sorry. — Kiss again. — I’m sorry.
— Actually, it hurts a lot, on the edge of the unbearable — I lie while he continues to cover me with kisses.
— Nick, honey, go to the bedroom, you don't need to witness this. — Diana's voice surprises us both.
The blond hair and the perfect makeup hide the spanking I had given that bitch. With her nose up, she looks at me from above and keeps her hand on the shoulder of her nephew who is shooting his father with his eyes.
— Now don't you have the decency to keep your affair with the maids discreetly, Nicolas? Do you want your child to see this too?
Chapter 36
Isa Oliveira Brandão
Diana kept her hand on little Nick's shoulder. He still wore the school uniform while she wore a white silk jumpsuit, unbearably beautiful and elegant as always. The long red-painted nails stroked her nephew's hair, and she smiled at him.
— Go to the room to get your things, sweetie. This will not take long.
Scowling, he simply agreed, leaving the three of us there. When we heard the sound of his footsteps moving far enough away, the snake began to speak, or rather, to distill all the stored poison.
— Men are just amazing. — She shakes her head in disapproval. — They think with the other head, so — Diana snaps her fingers — in one touch, they are already fucking some hooker.
How dare this bitch call me a hooker? Did she wanted to get beaten again?
— More respect when talking to my fiancé — Nicolas roars firmly, clasping his hand in mine. — I owe you no satisfaction in my personal life, but since you will know eventually... We are engaged.
— I have to admit — Diana looks at me, shaking her head dismissively — You must good really good at what you do. Nicolas never gave my sister a ring.
— Diana! — He roars. — I don't want to force you to get out from here again, but if necessary, I will.
Again?! When did it happen in the first place, Jesus Christ?
— Didn't I already forbid you to come inside my house?! — His voice whips the air, and I still say nothing as I watched the circus happening right in front of me.
She laughs so bad that she has to lean against the kitchen entrance.
— And do you really think you're in charge, Nicolas? — Diana scorns with an open smile on her face. — Why don't we continue our pleasant conversation in y
our room? It will be much more interesting.
Diana leaves the kitchen and goes up the stairs as if she were the owner of the house. I look at Nicolas as if to say: do something!
He followed, and I, of course, went after the two of them to see what all this bullshit that might happen.
When we got to the room, the flat-screen television attached to the wall facing the huge double bed was already on.
— What the fuck, Diana? I'll give you one last chance to get out before I drag you out of here!
— Oh, no, dear. I am not a woman to be dragged by force, I always do what I want. It is not because you have lowered the level that I should do the same.
I step forward and enter the room.
— Look ... — I come closer to her. — It is not that the marks that I left on that bitch face have already left? And did the stink of cow dung take too long to come out of your mouth?
She twists her mouth in a half smile.
— The only reason I didn't sue you is because you are poor. Otherwise, I would have taken every last penny you own.
Nicolas pulls me back and places himself between us.
— That’s enough — He roars.
— No, it’s not. Wait to hear what I have to say. — She faces him.
Nicolas Reis
Diana points the remote at the television and small video thumbnails appear on the screen in sequence.
— What should we see first? Nicolas and the maid having sex in the pool or Nicolas and the maid clinging to the kitchen like two dogs in heat? — She goes through the little pictures. — Ah, this one where they fuck on the grass like animals is very interesting — She scoffs and presses play.
On fifty-inch television, high definition images of the night Isa came out dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. I found myself on television, tearing up your fantasy, tearing off her pantyhose ...
Diana turned the volume on the television and Isa's moans spread throughout the room. I took control of her hand and turned off the television.
She looked at me with a defiant smile on her face.
— Yes, Nicolas. Of all the prostitutes you got involved in, this was the worst. Honey, I don't even know what to say, this whole fire of yours will make you lose everything. Your son, your company. Everything you own!
Isa slaps Diana in a crack. And she covers the reddened cheekbone with the slap.
— I'll show you who is the prostitute here! — Isabel tries to go after Diana, but I hold her. - I'm going to rub your whore face on the street, bitch from hell.
— Enough, both of you — I shout and put Isa back on the floor, keeping her behind me.
So Diana continues with the show.
— Getting involved with a maid, spending my family's money on a woman like that. — Diana pauses and hands me a folded paper that she takes out of the bag she carries on her shoulder. — You didn't really believe that I would leave all this behind, did you? Your actions have consequences, Nicolas Reis.
I swallowed hard, seeing everything crumble. Absolutely everything. I was in her hands.
— If the terms of the agreement need any clarification, I will do it with pleasure. — It took me a fraction of a second to recognize her voice. After all these years, she was back. Luciana.
I didn't need a fucking thing. The document in my hands was a statement in which I surrendered Nicolas' full custody and totally abdicated as CEO of the agency. Diana and Luciana were together. With mastery, they were making my life fall apart.
Isa Oliveira Brandão
— Why so surprise? — Asks the blonde wearing a blue dress extremely glued to her body. — I'm here to stay — said Luciana, glaring at Nicolas. She didn't even bother looking at me.
— Since when do you think you have a right to be with Nick? You abandoned him! — He roars, tossing the paper at her feet.
— You are responsible for all this, Nicolas. Only you.
— You bitch — I curse, looking directly at the angelic blonde standing a few meters from me. — What kind of woman abandons her own baby?! Huh?! I would call you a slut, but then I would be offending the sluts, not you!
— Get out of my house now. Both of you! — She demands. — No more orgies. No more! I'll put this brothel you call home for sale. I'm taking Nick to France with me.
— France?! — Nicolas voices changed. — Are you going to get him out of school? Take him away from me? Or his friends?
— The distance for you two will only do you good. Any self-respecting judge will give custody preference to the mother. And as for friends, there have wonderful boarding schools in Switzerland, he will have to get used to it.
— I won’t go with you! — Nick shouted. — I don't know why you came back!
I go after him and reach him before he closes the door.
— Go away. — He goes to the balcony and sits on the floor, covering his face with his hands. — Leave me alone, Isa.
— No. I'm not going to leave you alone. You can curse me. You can yell at me, but I'm not going anywhere. — I sit next to him and pull Nicolas' shirt to cover my legs. — I don't want to go back there. I know that you are hating me now.
— I don't want to talk — He grumbles with his hands on his face and his voice is muffled.
— Then don't talk, hey, let me talk to the plant ‘cause I know it hears me.
I sigh and start biting my thumbnail.
— I missed our slingshot disputes. It's not much fun to break the window alone. Well... and your father, I'm not even start, you know, he has a terrible aim. There is so much that I want to teach you. You can’t do pranks with me, but you can give many ideas so you can prank your colleagues. Burp contest, that one I only lose to Rico.
I keep quiet without knowing how to react.
— People grow and the excuse we have to continue making pranks is to pass on knowledge to the next generation. I would give my pinky to swim across the weir without being caught by a leech. You can swim, right?
— Why doesn't my mom want to be with me? — He finally takes his hands off his face and looks at me with red eyes. — When I think she came back to pick me up, she says she will put me in another school in another country?!
Nick starts to cry and covers his face again.
I don’t know what to say.
— Look, kid... — Your mother is a miserable motherfucker, I think, but I soften a little, after all, the boy is only eight years old. — I don't know about her... but, if I had a little wolf like you, I would not let you go, never. I would teach so much pranks and fun things. — I hug him and mess up his hair.
Luciana enters the room and finds me comforting Nick.
— Nicolas, have you got your things yet?
— I'm not going with you — He faces her. — And if you take me, I'll run away.
Nick gets up and wipes the tears from his face.
— I’ll always run away. You didn't want to be by my side. Now I don’t want to be with you anymore!
Luciana stares at me furiously.
— Do you think it will work to poison a child's head? What hole did Nicolas take you from?
I get up and stand beside him.
— Look, lady, I just don't answer you as you deserve with respect to the boy.
— I already said I won't go! — He screams harder. — Now go away and don't come back!
Oh, most beautiful little wolf, I'm going to squeeze you so hard, you beautiful! Endless sweets for you after that. Take it now, demon!
— You are just confused, baby, on the plane, we will talk better. You will love it there. You went to Paris when you were younger and had only three years old, don't you remember?
— I. DO NOT WANT. TO. I'M NOT GOING! GO AWAY, LUCIANA.
And that was the coup de grace. The blonde bit her bottom lip and shook her head.
— Okay, Nicolas, but when your father and this woman have a lot of dirty children, you will have regretted not coming back with me.
Dear God, hold me back
so that I don't kill this woman or I swear I’ll drown this blonde in the pool.
Luciana lifted her chin and left without looking back.
Nicolas Reis
— What do you get with this circus?! — I growl, holding her by the arm.
Diana smiles.
— Um... I had even forgotten how rough you are — She provokes.
Furious, I let her go.
— The situation is extremely simple. — She touches her purse and takes out a lipstick. Calmly, walk over to the huge mirror on the wall. — You give up the company and that house or, mysteriously, the video of CEO Nicolas Reis having sex in every possible position with the maid will be the new viral on the internet.
I felt my blood boil with rage.
— Just think, the headlines, the gossip channels would have news for months. What will your reputation look like after that, huh? And the owner of Hinny’s Cakes, will she have a client after the videos leak? — Diana clicks her lips and shakes her head. — I think that all this negative publicity would not be good for you. I believe that it would even splatter on little Nick, maybe he will be asked to leave, you will know... right?
Diana lay down on my bed and smoothed a blonde strand of hair.
— Now tell me, Nicolas, is that big-assed slut worth all that sacrifice?
Chapter 37
Nicolas Reis
I was at that company for sixteen years. That was part of my life. It was just under half of my life, I spent all these years dedicated to work and now this bitch was taking everything from me, making me choose between Isabel and everything I helped to build. If the agency was now gaining space in the international market, it was thanks to my efforts.
— So, Nicolas, is she worth it? — Diana asked, admiring her own red-painted nails.
— Okay — He said firmly, and I saw surprise and disappointment undermine her face. — I give up everything for her. The job, the house, my cars. I don't want anything from you.