by S. Valentine
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Darion
Darion set down the last piece of furniture and sighed in relief. Straightening his aching spine, he took in the apartment. It was big enough for Gina and Preston. It was modern and clean, and he was glad it was situated on a quiet road. As Gina unpacked some of her belongings to make the place appear homely, he slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar. He’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t miss waking up and being able to see Preston. He’d even miss the mess of baby toys, a constant reminder of his son. He shook his head on a soft chuckle. He decided he’d decorate his spare room into a nursery for when Preston stayed over.
Gina reappeared, happier than he’d seen her in a long while. He knew she was pleased to have her independence back. Without warning, she threw her arms around his neck, her way of thanking him. Darion lifted his arms and held her. The fruity shampoo scent was back, and so was her unique fashion style. She towered over him in black platforms that matched her low-cut jeans and vest.
When her body began shuddering, he guessed she was laughing. Only when he felt wetness on his shoulder did he pull back. Tears were streaming down her face, taking her mascara with them.
“What’s wrong, Gina?” he asked, massaging circles into her back to soothe her.
“I’m happy to be here,” she snivelled. “But I never thought I’d be a single mom, Daz.”
Guilt surged through him. “I never expected it to be this way, either. But we’ll both be okay,” he promised.
“I can’t believe Johnny didn’t come to the baby shower.” She wiped her face. “I really liked him.”
“I know you did. It’s his loss, believe me.”
Inhaling air, she shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe how fucking frustrated I am.” She laughed, lightening the mood.
Darion chuckled, and took out his cigarettes. He offered her one, which she accepted. “Go to The Black Door. Stock up on some goodies.” He winked.
“I might have to stock up.”
Darion put the cigarette between his lips, lit it, and took a long, greedy drag. Blowing out smoke, his whole body relaxed. He passed Gina the lighter.
“If I wasn’t feeling so motherly and prudish all of a sudden, I’d have given the playrooms a last go.”
“Nothing has to change because you have Preston,” he told her. “Look at how many people enjoy the club that are married, in a relationship, or have children.”
She groaned. “I know. But it just doesn’t feel right anymore.” She twisted her mouth. “Each to their own and all, but I can’t do it.”
He nodded in agreement. “I know what you mean.”
“I don’t even think I miss it anymore.” She took a puff of her cigarette, and then held it between her perfectly manicured fingers. “I think I’d rather go for a relaxing spa day or something.” She burst into hysterics. “Fucking hell, Daz. I’ve changed.”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“How are things with you and Gabi?”
“I’ve booked a surprise holiday for her.”
“Oooh. Where?”
“Bora Bora.”
“Get you, Mr. Fancy.” She pushed his arm playfully. “Will you be staying in one of those stunning bungalows over the sea?”
He nodded. “It’s the full fucking works.” He grinned. “When she sees it, she’s never gonna wanna leave.”
“Am I seeing more of a romantic side to Mr. Milano?”
“I don’t wanna make the same mistakes I made with Eva.” He took another drag of the cigarette before strolling toward the sink and stubbing it out. “I was cold when I was with her. I was completely shut off. I couldn’t enjoy the relationship properly.”
“She’s a heartless cow. If she’d have ended up with you, I couldn’t have given it my blessing.” She made her way toward the sink, and doused her cigarette. “Imagine Eva playing the wicked stepmom.” She giggled.
“It took me a long while to realise it, but I had a lucky escape.”
“You sure did.”
Darion jammed his hands into his jeans pockets, and leant against the counter. His mind drifted to Bora Bora. The wooden bungalow standing on stilts over the clear, cerulean sea made him smile. The photographs had displayed a huge king-size bed, and a claw-foot bath overlooking the water. Part of the floor in the living room was glass so the fish swimming below could be seen. The long stretch of white, sandy beach looked like paradise. He couldn’t wait to be there.
He just had one thing to clear with Gabi first. He hoped he didn’t scare her away. There had been more than enough changes throughout their time together to last them a lifetime.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Gabi
Gabi was sprawled across the sofa reading a book when Darion returned. He had taken Preston to his new home. There was nothing left in sight of Gina or Preston’s belongings. The apartment was peaceful but again resembled a bachelor’s pad. Gabi made a mental note again to decorate the place with photographs and add her feminine touch.
When the door slammed after him, she put her book down, and quickly sat up. She was surprised to see him standing there, his pupils flashing dangerously. Gabi willed the fluttery feeling in her belly to dissipate. His jaw was twitching as if he was fighting to stay in control. Gabi pushed herself to her feet, anticipation charging through her. Was he mad? Had she done something wrong?
“Is everything okay?” she asked once she was before him.
He didn’t respond. Instead he smashed his mouth against hers, his tongue diving in and exploring greedily. He lifted Gabi into his arms. He continued to kiss her frantically, moaning into her mouth, his hands fondling her body. He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed.
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, his tone hoarse.
Gabi did as commanded, her excitement rising. She watched in silence as he whipped his shirt off, and removed his jeans and boxers. When she was also completely naked, he tilted his head to the side, taking in every inch of her body. His tongue skimmed along his top lip, and his expression was one of pure animalistic hunger.
“You look fucking amazing, Gabi,” he murmured. “Play with yourself, darlin’.”
“You too,” she instructed, also finding it a turn on to see him pleasure himself.
Towering over her, darkness clouding his eyes, Darion gripped his cock. He stroked his hand up and down the length. His arm, abdomen, and thigh muscles protruded with each movement. Low grunts of arousal left his mouth as he continued to pump his now hardening erection. His chest rose and fell as he began to pant.
“Open your legs.”
She parted them a little.
“Wider.”
Gabi was reluctant at first, but when desire surged through her body, she was unable to resist relieving herself of the sexual frustration any longer. Her hand slid down between her legs, and she massaged her clit gently. A strangled moan left her throat as she circled the area repeatedly.
Darion grunted, and his features contorted in pleasure as he continued to tug at himself. She couldn’t get enough of his perfect physique, of the dirty, mischievous glint in his pupils. They both teased their own bodies until the only sound in the room was their sharp, ragged breathing. When Gabi’s lower muscles tightened and contracted, she lay back on the bed. She squirmed, urgent to allow the building orgasm to tear through her.
“Don’t come.”
She stopped what she was doing. Crying out in frustration, a torturous, needy ache replaced the sweet sensations she had started to feel. Before she could question him, he grabbed her by the ankles and yanked her down the bed. When she was lying close to the edge, he bent her legs so they were against her chest, her knees facing the ceiling. She felt exposed and vulnerable being on display for him.
Rummaging under the bed, Darion retrieved the pink box of kinky stuff. Anticipation charged through her when he selected silk restraints. She waited patiently for his next move. She hoped they would always have a
sizzling sex life, and desire one another forever. He wrapped the long restraints around each of her wrists, securing her to the bedposts. He then fastened short, tight restraints around her ankles and hooked them to the other bedposts. She was unable to close or straighten her legs. She wasn’t sure she liked being helpless, although she trusted him.
She would allow him to do as he pleased. She was partly curious and excited. Putting a finger in his mouth, Darion drenched it with saliva. Then it met her sex, and her muscles throbbed, moistened with arousal. The restraints tightened as her limbs jerked involuntarily. Darion bit his lip, gauging her reaction. He plunged in slowly, causing her to pant. Her body begged for him to go deeper, to stop teasing her with the tip. Darion circled his finger, and then slid in further.
“Oh, yes…” she murmured, wriggling.
“Do you want more?” he whispered.
She nodded. He slipped his finger in as far as it would go, and she groaned. As he thrust in and out of her at a leisurely pace, a hot flush rushed up her chest and into her face. She wanted more, needed more. Instead Darion stopped.
She pleaded with him to continue.
“Patience, Miss Woods.”
Anticipation charged through her as he picked up a bottle of lubricant. Spreading it around his fingers and thumb, he put the bottle down, and remained kneeling on the floor. He smothered her sex with the cool liquid, and she realised it was a stimulating lubricant. Her clit instantly swelled and tingled as he soaked her with it.
She jerked with rising passion when his fingers skimmed lightly over her clit. Tendrils of pleasure shot through her, and she made a cry of delight. He pushed into her with two dominant fingers, and her contracting muscles gripped him. She couldn’t believe how sensitive the gel made her. The tension in her over-stimulated body began to increase as he parted her sex wider. His thumb circled her clit as his fingers pounded in and out of her.
“Ah…” She whimpered with pleasure and frustration, craving the release from the throbbing, hot tension. She was unsure of how long she could delay the building orgasm that burned down below, and deep inside.
“More?” he asked her with a wicked grin on his face.
She laughed softly at the way he enjoyed tantalising and teasing her. When the tip of his cock met her clit, her knees weakened, and her head fell back. He rubbed it up and down, making her whole body quiver.
“Oh…” she cried, arching her back off the bed slightly.
He slowly eased inside her. She gasped sharply. He pushed in deeper, and deeper, until she could take no more. The size of him was both pleasurable and painful. Darion plunged in and out, his features set in concentration. When his free hand skilfully massaged her clit at the same time, she gave a loud, despairing cry.
She was unsure of how long she could quell the shards of ecstasy that wanted to engulf her. The rhythm got faster and faster. Fuck! Her moans came out weak sounding.
She briefly noticed Darion pick up another bottle. Setting it over her breasts, he squirted chocolate over them. Gabi winced at the coldness of the liquid. Leaning over her, he began to lick and suck at her hardened nipples, lapping it up. He closed his teeth around the tender, tight bud, and pulled.
“Ow.” She winced.
His laugh was muffled against her breast. Thrusting in deeper, he continued to suck and release her breasts. When the suction grew hard, he began to wear down her defences.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
When her breasts were clean of the chocolate, he withdrew. She expected him to keep her hanging, make her plead for contact, but he didn’t. He swiftly removed the leg restraints, and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He knocked the air out of her lungs when he entered her deeply. Her insides were burning and aching, whilst her clit was tingling and throbbing from the gel.
“I’m so close…” she murmured, her muscles tightening and weakening.
Darion’s penetrations became frantic. He grunted, and moved in and out of her mercilessly and relentlessly. His face was dark with hunger, as if he were possessed. He bit and nibbled her tender skin, and then he grabbed hold of her shoulders for support. He hammered into her faster than ever. Gabi moaned and sobbed, as the pressure became too much. Her thighs were shaking from the endless thrusting.
“Yes…” he growled, showing no signs of slowing.
Gabi could take no more. Her skin was soaked in sweat, and as delightful spasms engulfed her, she screamed out, and shook from the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. She thought the pleasure would never end. Darion followed close, throwing his head back, and spilling into her. Low, feral grunts came from him. He plunged in a few final times, until the wonderful, but exhausting sensations started to ease.
When he tore himself off her, Gabi lay in silence, regaining her composure and strength. She was thankful when Darion freed her stiff arms. He rolled her over so she was face-down on the bed. Every muscle softened under his firm hands, as he started to massage her. She hummed quietly as he soothed the aches in her shoulders, and back. He was hovering over her body, his knees at either side.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“Yes…” she murmured. Her lids started to get heavy as sleepiness crept in.
Darion continued to work her with his strong, skilful hands. He stopped only when her mobile bleeped. Gabi didn’t have the energy to move. She felt Darion stiffen, probably curious as to who was texting her so late. She had a feeling of who it may be. When she made no attempt to reach her mobile, Darion asked her if she wanted it. His tone was a little sharp, as if he were suspicious.
“Sure,” she responded, rolling over when he climbed off her. Taking the mobile from his outstretched hand, she tapped the screen. When she noticed it was from Samuel, she instantly regretted allowing her features to show her relief. Now she definitely would have looked guilty about hiding something from Darion.
“Who is it?” he asked, propping a pillow up.
“Samuel,” she responded, typing a response to him. “He must be out drinking with his friends. He wants to meet me before he leaves again.”
“Were you expecting someone else?”
Gabi opened her mouth, about to lie. When Darion seemed to be able to look right through her, she told him about Lawrence’s calls.
He sat upright, his face flushed with rage. Clenching his teeth, his stare was murderous. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“You shouldn’t have to handle it alone,” he snapped. “He’s threatening you, interfering with your life, and upsetting you.” He jumped to his feet, searching the floor for his clothes. “He’s disrespecting not only you, but me…again.” He was obviously referring to Lawrence kissing her when she’d been drunk. Frantically pulling his t-shirt over his head, Gabi tried to grab his hand.
“Please. Just leave it.”
“Does he still live at your old place?”
“No,” she lied.
Darion grabbed her by the chin, turning her to face him so he could read her expression. “Don’t lie to me, Gabi.”
She scrambled to her feet. “You never told me about Eva’s snide remarks,” she yelled, now equally as annoyed. “She almost ruined us.”
When Darion was in his jeans, he strode to the living room. Gabi raced after him. She reached for his arm, but he pulled away as if she had burnt him. An angry vein was throbbing in his temple and he looked about ready to explode.
“I’m begging you, Darion,” she shouted, “just leave it. I’ll call the police tomorrow. He’ll never contact me again.”
“You’re right about that,” he said, his icy tone threatening. “He won’t.”
Gabi spotted his bunch of keys on the counter. She snatched them up and held them behind her back.
“Don’t play games.” He stepped toward her. “Give me the keys.”
“I can’t let you do it.” She knew everything Lawrence had ever done was flashing in Darion’s mind, addi
ng to his anger: the time he had mistreated her, hit her, cheated on her, tried to seduce her behind Darion’s back, followed her, stalked her. Darion’s ego had taken a bashing one too many times.
Holding out his hand, he took another step toward her. Gabi moved backwards. When he lunged forward, feeling behind her back, she scurried toward the sofa. Darion blew out air in frustration. She tried to sidestep him when he rushed forward, but she was too late. He tackled her to the floor.
“No…” She squirmed, keeping her hands firmly behind her back, tightening her hold on the keys.
Darion tried to wrench them from her grasp. His entire body weight was crushing her, but she refused to surrender. As much as she disliked Lawrence, and knew he deserved whatever crap came his way, she didn’t want it to be at the hands of Darion. Knowing Lawrence, he’d file assault charges. They didn’t need any more drama or problems.
“Give. Me. The. Keys.”
She turned her head, to which their lips hovered precariously close to one another. As he wrestled with her, their bodies colliding, he heightened her desire. The fight was slipping out of her, as the need to have him again became unbearable. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal. A wicked gleam flashed in his eyes, as if he was feeling the same. He lowered his head and captured her mouth with his. This kiss was impatient and abrasive.
Every nerve ending in her body tingled, when his hands skimmed down her hips. She thrust them upwards, needing further contact. Her hands instinctively grabbed his ass, as she rubbed against him. His cock brushed against her, making her throb and quiver. Then he stopped.
His mouth lifted into a smirk. “Thanks for the keys.” He jingled them in front of her face.
With all of the force she could muster, Gabi rolled over, pushing him onto his back, and straddled him.
“I need to go,” he reminded her sternly.
Ignoring him, she shuffled down and unzipped his jeans, releasing his erection. Taking it into her mouth, he grunted, his thighs stiffening. She took him deep in her throat, and stole a glance at him. His head rolled back, his eyelids clenching shut. She licked the tip, using slow circles, which caused him to writhe fervently. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid her hand up and down. There was no way she was letting Darion get to Lawrence. If she had to play dirty, then so be it.