by S. Valentine
“I’ve never done anything like this in my life, Mal. I almost feel a bit stalker-ish.”
“It takes guts and courage to own up to what you’ve done, to take responsibility, and face it head on. If Darion’s a decent man, then he will, at least, respect you for it.”
She couldn’t believe she was about to show up at The Black Door unannounced, but Mallory was right. It was better to know than to always wonder.
She didn’t know whether Darion despised her and never wanted to see her again, or whether he still cared, but was too stubborn to do anything about it.
“Ring me back later. I want to know how it goes.”
“Okay.”
“Good luck, Gabi. You can do this.”
“Thanks, Mal.”
“If it doesn’t go down well, then you’re welcome to come here. I don’t want you to be alone and upset.”
Her stomach churned. What if it all goes horribly wrong? she worried.
“Speak soon, sweetie.”
“Bye, Mal. I don’t know what I ever would have done without you.”
Ending the call, she placed it into her tote bag. She removed a towel from her head and sat before the dressing table. I can do this, she told herself over and over.
She spent the next thirty minutes blow drying her hair, and applying make-up. She then dressed in grey jeans, a white shirt, and matching white heels. Flinging her bag over her shoulder, she hurried out of the apartment to her car. The quicker she got there, the better. She needed to face her demons and get her speech over and done with.
Just under an hour of driving, Gabi was at the club. It was busy as usual. She spotted Marnie dancing on the stage, Lexi sitting beside a client, and Wendy occupying one of the poles. Jasmine was leant against the bar, tapping away on her mobile. She looked up when Gabi was before her.
“Hey.”
“Hi. Is Darion around?”
“Yeah. He’s in his office.” She placed her mobile in her pocket. “Do you want me to get him?”
“Please.” Gabi slid onto a stool. “Jasmine,” she called out, before she left the room. “Could I have a drink first?”
“Sure. What do you want?”
“Um…Make it a shot of Absinthe.”
Jasmine threw her head back with a laugh. “Gabi, if you’re on the hard stuff, then something isn’t right.”
“We’ll soon see.”
Lexi was now leading the client into a private booth. She hadn’t noticed that Gabi was there. She felt a little relieved, not wanting to stay at the club for any longer than was necessary. When Jasmine handed her the shot glass full of green liquid, Gabi held it to her lips. The strong smell caused her stomach to somersault. She downed it in one quickly. Urgh! She placed her palm to her chest, which felt on fire.
“That sure is the devil’s drink,” she said, spotting the devil logo on the front of the bottle.
“You know you can get Absinthe in red and black too?”
“Are they even stronger?” she gasped.
“I’m not sure.” Jasmine pursed her lips. “Maybe we’ll get some in stock.”
“Keep them well away from me,” Gabi told her.
“Anyway.” Jasmine smiled brightly. “I’ll go and get Darion.
“Okay…I’ll be on that sofa in the corner.” She pointed to a sofa in a quiet corner, where she knew they’d have privacy, without people around them being able to hear their conversation.
Gabi crossed the room slowly, glancing at people briefly as she passed them. Her hands were damp with sweat. Her heart was pounding at a frenetic pace. Inhaling a deep breath, she tried to ignore the rush of paranoid thoughts in her head…that Darion wouldn’t want to see her, that he’d get Lennie or Travis to escort her out of the club.
***
Darion
Darion switched his computer off and stood up, yawning. He couldn’t focus on work. He decided he’d go home early and watch a movie, or something. Tomorrow would be a long day for him, and a special one at that. He couldn’t wait to put his plan into action. Although he was absolutely terrified, and unsure of what the future held, he was definitely ready to take a risk. As he crouched down to grab his jacket, he heard a knock at the door. He stilled. If it was Eva, then she had some nerve. He wasn’t in the mood for a full-blown argument, which he knew would follow, since he had told her one of his plans.
“Yeah?” he called out.
His muscles softened when Jasmine poked her head around the door. “Hi, Daz. I wasn’t sure if you were sleeping.”
“Everything okay?”
“Um…Gabi’s here. She wants to see you.”
Darion looked down as he rubbed his forehead. What did she want? He supposed that she’d saved him the journey of travelling to her apartment in the morning.
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Sure.”
With quick strides across the room, Darion poured himself a glass of rum from the mini-bar. He gulped it down in seconds. Dutch courage. He knew if ever there was a time he needed it, it was then.
Looking down at himself, he scrutinised his appearance. The long sleeved black top he was wearing clung to his biceps. The black jeans were a good fit. He decided he looked decent. As he leant closer to the mirror, he noticed the sparkle had returned in his irises. That was happiness right there. There was no denying that his eyes always displayed his emotions.
Leaving his office, he sauntered toward the bar area. “We’re human. We make mistakes. It’s what we do afterwards that counts. I truly believe that Gabi is sorry. I know she wouldn’t hurt you again.” Lexi’s words rang loud and clear in his mind. She had been right. Gabi was nothing like Eva. Now he knew why Eva had cheated on him, it was clear as day that Eva had cheated by choice, with the intention of doing so. Gabi had cheated because she was probably caught off guard, upset, and confused at the time. A part of him needed to have faith that she wouldn’t betray him again. “You can’t avoid moving on in life because you’re afraid of history repeating itself. You’ll forever be a prisoner of your past.”
He spotted Gabi sitting on a sofa at the far end of the room. She was twiddling her fingers, like she always did when she was nervous. As he approached her, it felt as if he was moving in slow motion. He saw the way her eyes flitted around the room, and when she brought her hand up to her mouth to chew a nail. Then her hands dropped to her lap, and she focused on the ground. Gabi. Beautiful, sweet Gabi. Her stunning legs were concealed in tight jeans, which would make her ass look amazing. Her tempting and delicious cleavage was visible because she had four buttons undone on her blouse. She was tapping her heel-clad foot, whether in impatience or nervousness, he didn’t know.
He wanted nothing more than to slip off those heels, drag the jeans down her legs, and rip open her shirt. He wanted his mouth and tongue all over her. He felt his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight across the zipper, and knew he needed release desperately. He had never wanted Gabi so urgently before.
“Don’t speak,” he commanded, once he was towering over her.
She looked up with wide, wary eyes and swallowed.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never wanna leave me.”
He laughed softly as her cheeks flushed red, confusion showing itself on her face. Grabbing hold of her hand tightly, he yanked her to her feet. Leading her into the nearby bathroom, he locked the door to ensure they wouldn’t be interrupted. Unlike the other bathroom near his office which was for the staff, this public bathroom was a room, with one toilet and sink, rather than separate cubicles.
“Darion.” Gabi stared at him questioningly. “We need to talk.”
“Not yet.” He lifted her into his arms. “If you say one more word, Gabi, I’m gonna gag, restrain, and blindfold you.” He wet his lips with his tongue before flicking it over hers. “The only noise you’ll be making is screaming, darlin’.”
Chapter
Forty-Six
Gabi
Gabi felt herself being lif
ted onto a counter top, where a round bowl sink was at the other end of. She hadn’t been in that bathroom before, hadn’t even noticed the door at the corner of the club. She took in her surroundings, and admired how fancy it was. The counter matched the black tiled floor, which the reflection of the spotlights twinkled in. There were large oval, silver framed mirrors on every wall. A huge black vase took up one corner, black twigs spiralling out of it. Another corner held a shelf under a mirror, where a hairdryer, hair straightener, and tongs were attached to the wall. She noticed bottles near the sink: hand sanitiser, soap, perfume and spray. Darion really had ensured that there was absolutely everything available for the public, should they need anything. Comfort was of utmost importance when it came to the club.
“Darion, we should talk first,” she said, her mind overruling her body. Although she didn’t want to ruin the moment, she knew talking was far more important.
“Gabi.” He yanked his top over his head and placed it onto the counter. “No talking.”
She sighed heavily. She had no idea what was going to happen between them, and their relationship, but in that second, she knew she wanted him. Her mind had now gone fuzzy, and her greedy body was in full control…and it could never resist Darion Milano.
She leant back against the mirror and took in his washboard stomach and bulging biceps. His physique was so perfect; she was surprised he wasn’t a professional stripper himself. Women would shower him with money, and Darion would definitely earn a fortune. Failing which, he could be a porn star, with the impressive size he was packing in his pants and expert skills in the bedroom.
Taking a step forward, he took hold of either side of her shirt with both hands and whipped it open forcefully. She was thankful her shirt buttons were press-on for they would have surely been scattering across the floor. She glanced down at her breasts, which were encased in a red, lacy bra. Her nipples were already hard peaks, yearning to be touched. She knew Darion noticed as his teeth snagged his bottom lip, as if impatient and craving them in his mouth, like he was a starved man. Darion removed her shirt and tossed it to the side. She was silent. Her breath caught in her throat, anticipation coursing through her veins, when he slipped off each of her shoes. He then fingered the button on her jeans. His stare remained on hers the whole time. Unfastening the button and pulling down the zip, he slowly tore her jeans down her legs.
“Fuck…” He growled in frustration. “I’ve missed this body.”
Gabi squeezed her thighs together, feeling a delightful spasm shoot between them. Her head fell back slightly, and she parted her lips wider to inhale air.
With a slow shake of his head, his gaze clouding with desire, Darion said, “Don’t you dare close those legs.”
He took hold of her knees and pushed them apart. Gabi’s skin prickled with awareness, every nerve end awakening, her body straining toward his. Darion gracefully slid to his knees. His mouth met her stomach, to which he placed tender kisses across her skin. Gabi arched her back. His mouth moved lower. She gripped the edge of the counter, urgently needing to feel his tongue and mouth on her now pulsing clit. To say she was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. She had missed Darion claiming her body, pleasuring her in a way that only he could.
When his lips pressed against her clit, on top of the thin material of her underwear, she moaned softly. His tongue flicked over it, once. Twice. Three times. She lifted her buttocks off the counter slightly, moving closer to his face. His mouth sucking her teasingly was torturous. She desperately wanted to feel him on her bare skin, to remove her underwear. But Darion began stroking her, with circular movements of his fingertips. A wicked smirk surfaced on his face, and she knew he was purposely tantalising her, getting her worked up until she was unable to take it, and begging for him.
Her clit throbbed, the muscles in her belly clenched hard with desire. A needy ache lingered in her body, urgently requiring more of what Darion was giving.
“Darion,” she whimpered, as he continued to tongue her.
With a dirty sounding laugh, and knowing full well what she wanted, Darion slid her underwear down her legs and discarded them. Gabi felt a slight chill, but when Darion’s wet, wide tongue met her clit, she felt pleasurable heat spread through her loins. Darion propped her legs up on his shoulders, giving him more access. Gabi bucked her hips, grinding onto his mouth, feeling the sharp graze of his stubble.
His stare was fixed on hers, and she could see the opening and widening of his mouth as his tongue flickered over her. Gripping her thighs roughly with his fingers, he pushed his face further into her, his tongue now darting inside. His satisfied grunts made it that more pleasurable, knowing he became aroused by the act.
Oh my god. Gabi cried out, unsure if she could take the fast, satisfying lashes of his tongue. As he prodded in and out, in and out, and then circling his tongue on her entrance, she squeezed her lids shut. He continued to change the rhythm, making her excitement build, and then drop. He kept bringing her to the brink of an orgasm, and then pulling away, prolonging her pleasure.
How did he know what to do so well? How did he know her body better than she knew it, to the extent that he knew exactly what she wanted, what motions of his tongue worked, and when to switch it up? It was like he was wired up to her brain, knowing when she was thinking, lower, faster, slower, rougher, deeper, for he seemed to do exactly as she desired.
“Oh, Darion…” She felt her lips trembling as she moaned.
When two fingers entered her, she cried out. With deep plunges, he filled her nicely, the tips of his fingers massaging her G spot. The slapping sound against her wetness filled her ears. Inserting a third finger, Darion’s thrusts got deeper and faster. Gabi spread her legs wider to accommodate his thrusting hand.
“I want you, Darion…please,” she pleaded.
With one final push of his fingers, he withdrew. Gabi’s inner muscles clenched and throbbed, the emptiness torturous. Pushing himself to his feet, Darion towered over her, his close proximity both intimidating and thrilling. Her heartbeat increased and her mouth became dry.
Before she knew it, Darion’s lips crashed against hers, hungrily, desperately. As his tongue invaded and explored her mouth, her groans mingled with his. She grabbed hold of his hair, yanking his face closer to hers. She kissed him savagely, greedily, having missed him so much. The tip of his tongue swirled around hers, then licked, and sucked it into his mouth, roughly, so it swelled instantly. She didn’t care. She enjoyed every bit of it. Even when her jaw began to ache from kissing so much, she was unable to tear herself away. She could kiss him for hours. He was such a good kisser; she believed that she could probably come from it alone, if she wanted.
“Fuck…” Darion pulled back, his green irises wild with need, his expression dark and wicked.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he yanked them down, along with his boxers, to his knees. His erection sprang free, and Gabi could see he was rock-hard, in need of her. Slapping the wet tip of his cock on her entrance, Gabi drew in air. He circled it around her clit slowly, sending delightful vibrations through her body. When he slid in partway, she gasped. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. More! she silently screamed.
Darion pushed in even deeper. Her inner muscles clenched around him as he fit her snugly. It was as if their bodies were made for one another. They connected perfectly. Rocking her hips back and forth, Gabi bucked upwards, meeting him thrust for thrust. She looked over his shoulder and almost melted with desire. She could see his firm, sexy ass in the mirror behind him, which met his strong, muscular thighs. Watching him fuck her in the mirror was so erotic.
Pounding into her, she reached around him and grabbed his ass. She grabbed at the flesh tightly with her nails, yanking him into her, needing to feel every single inch he had to offer. When he slid in further, his balls slapped against her buttocks as he drove himself back and forth. His head was tilted upwards, as guttural cries left his throat.
“Did you miss me?” h
e asked, his teeth grazing her ear. His husky, sexy voice sent tingles on her neck.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“How much?”
“Too much.”
“Did you miss this?” As if to indicate his tongue, he licked inside her earlobe, which made her sigh softly.
“Yes.”
“Did you miss these?” He pushed two fingers into her mouth, to which she swirled her tongue around slowly.
“Yes,” she mumbled, her mouth still full.
“Did you miss this?” He slammed into her full force with his cock, causing her to yelp.
Bowing her head, she giggled, and nodded.
“Good,” he said. His serious gaze was on her now, studying her intently. “I missed every little thing about you, Gabi.”
Hearing him say that spread a warm, giddy feeling through her body.
Resuming what they were doing, Darion plunged into her relentlessly. She pursed her lips. It felt so good. He seized her face with his hands, and his expression suddenly turned fierce, as if he hated, but loved her at the same time. He was confused, and it was understandable. She just hoped he still cared for her the way that he used to. His focus flittered from her eyes to her mouth, and then he bit her lip, roughly. Ah! She licked her lip, trying to be rid of the stinging sensation.
He slammed into her more forcefully, heightening her excitement, making her heartbeat increase. She curled her legs around his back, grinding herself against him. Her abdomen tightened again, and she knew she was close. Darion’s plunging became even faster, deeper, harder.
Gabi felt the tension coiling in her stomach. Her legs stiffened, and she sucked in air. Grabbing his ass again, she pulled him closer. She felt the spasms shoot through her, as her sex clenched around his cock. She was pulsing and throbbing when an intense orgasm caused her whole body to shudder violently, making her cry out continuously.