“Why did you do that? Do you want me to shoot you?” I ask her. She looks at me for a moment.
“You like him.” She smirks at me.
“Do not…”
“Do too…”
“Do not…”
“Do too…”
“What are we? Fucking five?” I retort.
“Do too, with a capital D,” she says, never wiping the smile off her face.
“Fuck off!” I tell her, flicking my wrist.
Chapter 18
The wedding ceremony is coming to an end. Zeke spins Bexley in his arms and pulls her to him, whispering in her ear. Her cheeks blush bright red and I smile watching them.
“He loves her so much,” Jagger says coming to stand next to me. I look at him and wonder why he’s even here. “I was planning to come before you did your escape.” He shrugs. “And, you may want to go out front. Someone is waiting for you,” he suggests, then backs up and walks away.
Bunching up my long white dress so it doesn’t drag on the floor, I walk out front. I’m wearing more makeup than I’ve ever worn in my life, my hair is styled and I look like a woman. Not a bad-ass-motherfucker woman, but a woman you would take home to your mother, until I open my mouth anyway.
Mika is leaning against his car, watching me as I walk down the stairs. He stands tall and takes a step toward me. I stop him from walking any further with a hand up, indicating for him to stop.
“You look like heaven,” he says.
“I taste like hell,” I smirk at him.
“I’d like to explore your theory further.” He smirks and looks delicious in a pinstripe suit which is hugging his body. I want to run my hands up and down him, touch him everywhere.
“You look fuckable,” I tell him honestly. He looks delicious, in fact.
“You think I’m fuckable?” He cocks his head. “I’d go more with hot-panty-melting-throw-your-mother-out-the-door good looking, but hey, that’s me.” He shrugs and sneaks up on me and snatches my waist pulling me closer. My heart beats faster and I wonder why it does that? Why is he making my stomach tingle and my palms sweat?
What is this?
“Can you feel it?” he whispers, bringing his mouth closer to my neck and making me shiver.
“Feel what?” I whisper and wonder why my voice came out in such a husky low tone.
“You do,” he says, answering his own question. He breaks away and pulls me to the car. I follow behind, finding it difficult to walk in heels. He opens the door to let me in, driving for a few minutes before stopping at a condo. I exit the car and follow him up the stairs and he opens the door, standing to the side as I enter. The door slams and before I can turn around he pulls me back fast. My back and ass slam into his hard body.
“I want to taste hell.” Breathing heavily on my neck, his tongue darts out and licks from my shoulder to the back of my ear. I stand there my eyes closed and melting into him. He bites and I jump, but his hands keep me pinned where he wants me, not moving.
His teeth keep grazing my neck, he reaches my zipper at the back of my dress and the dress drops to the floor. His mouth leaves my neck and he spins me around fast. I now stand directly in front of him, in nothing but a white bra and white G-string, with white heels to match.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he tells me. I step forward, brushing a hand across his chest and undoing his suit jacket, then smirk up at him.
“No, Mika, you’re about to enter hell.”
His clothes come off fast, he lifts me even faster. My legs wrap around his waist and he carries me to the couch. He lays me down on it and when he stands, he’s hard and completely naked. His arms are covered in ink, an eagle perched between his shoulders covering his chest, from one arm to another. He looks down at me, and I feel desired, but so much more. Men make me feel desired, wanted, I know they do. He’s looking at me as though he can’t help himself like I’m the last meal for a starving man. A starving man that’s about to ravish me, one with a hell of a cock.
“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” he tells me. I clench my thighs and sit up. He stops me and instead stands over me, hovering, preventing me from moving forward.
“It’s my time to play,” he says, his eyes looking at me then descending down. They’re hooded, darker than normal, desire written all over his face. His finger slides under my G-string, he pulls hard and the thin fabric snaps. He throws them to one side and slides his fingers back up, unclasping my bra at the front and letting my tits break free. He hisses out a breath. A part of me wants to take control, he’s going too slowly for me. I know what I like, when I like it, and how I like it, but he doesn’t know this.
“Fuck!” I arch my back up and scream in pleasure. Too lost in my thoughts to even notice him drop to his knees in front of me, his tongue sliding up and down. He lifts and blows while I squirm. His mouth touches that perfect spot again and again, making my legs shake.
Feeling close, my mind gets lost in the pleasure as his tongue and lips take me. He inserts a finger, I arch again and I come undone. I pant and my hands relax from the scrunched up position they were in on the couch. My breathing is heavy, but I want more, I need more. I manage to sit up. He’s now standing in front of me, licking his lips, and I know he tastes me on him. His grin tells me so. I stand quickly and push him to the couch. Straddling him, I feel him near my entrance. He then does something that surprises me; he stands and deposits me on the ground. I lay there looking up at him, not liking that he’s holding more pleasure at bay.
“You’re not in charge, Aria.” He stops and kicks my legs open with his feet. “I am,” he says, rolling a condom on. I didn’t even think about protection, I was too lost in pleasure, something I never am. My head always knows what’s happening, seems just not with him.
“Place your hands down and hold onto the table. If you remove them, I stop,” he orders. Looking back, I notice a coffee table behind my head. My hands fly backward, gripping the legs. He gets down and pulls my legs up so they’re over his shoulders. He looks up and down my body and stops on my eyes. He watches me and as he thrusts into me, I arch and want to let go. “Don’t,” he warns me.
I hold on, his eyes pinned to mine. His body tortures me with his own, hitting every spot it needs to over and over. My legs tighten, my whole body tightens.
“Don’t,” he warns me again. My eyes are closed and I didn’t even realize. My hand was about to let go, my body relaxing and getting ready for the encore, the one that will have me screaming. I tighten my grip, but he slows his pace. I watch him. He’s doing it on purpose, his face clenched tightly, trying to stop himself from taking his own pleasure.
“I will take care of myself if you don’t fuck me harder,” I warn him. He smirks and continues moving very slowly. My hands are still gripped onto the fucking table like an idiot. He laughs and just before I let go, he slams into me, my whole back lifting off the floor. He fucks me hard, but with passion. He continues watching me, his eyes never wavering and never closing.
“Fuck you, motherfucker!” I scream as I come. My hands drop, my body dying in bliss. He finishes and removes my legs, his weight settling on top of me. He kisses my breast and sucks my nipple. I try to force myself not to respond.
“Ready for round two?” he asks. I can’t move. His mouth hovers over my breast. I nod my head and he goes again.
Chapter 19
I wake pinned to a bed, well, pinned down by a human body. One that’s boiling hot and I need to cool down. I lift his hand from around my waist and sit up. His legs have trapped against the bed so I’m unable to move. I shove him, but he doesn’t move. I shove him again and his eyes open.
“Let me move,” I huff. He pulls me back down and holds me even tighter. “If you don’t let me move, I will piss all over you,” I warn. My bladder is screaming at me to go. His legs untangle from mine and he rolls over, pulling the pillow to him and dozing back off to sleep.
I take my time in the bathroom, showering and washing my hair. He even has women’s shampoo. I wonder why for a few seconds, but don’t second-guess it as I clean myself up. When finished, I walk from the bathroom in just a towel and my long dark hair thrown up into a wet, messy bun.
He’s completely dressed, with the phone glued to ear, talking rapidly. He spots me and ends his call quickly. In what seems like two steps he’s in front of me, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he kisses me. His lips are soft and warm and taste like coffee. I open my mouth and his tongue dances with mine. Pulling me closer with his hands, molding our bodies together, he pulls back and looks at me.
“Get dressed. You need to go home,” he says stepping away, dialing someone else on his phone, and then walking out of the bedroom. I look around the room. The bed sheets are crisp white with stripes of blue through them. The walls are cream and it has an ocean feel with the blues and greens that decorate the room.
He’s laid clothes out for me on the bed—shorts and a shirt. Nothing overly flashy, something that covers everything apart from my legs. I make my way to his voice and notice him standing at the door talking to someone. When I reach him, I see he’s talking with a man. He’s small, probably as small as I am. His straight dark hair is messy, and although he is dressed neatly, he’s not dressed as nicely as Mika in his suit. No, the guy’s in jeans and a button up shirt. He’s also Chinese.
“Aria, this is Chung. He will escort you home.” Mika waves to Chung, I turn back to Mika, hand on my hip and lips tightening.
“I don’t need an escort,” I tell him.
“I can’t take you home right away. Chung here is my personal bodyguard, he will assure you arrive home safely.” I look to him then to Chung, who smiles brightly at me and, to be honest, it kind of creeps me out.
“Please! I could put him on his ass.” I turn to Chung. “No offense.”
He waves his hand and laughs. “None taken.”
“As much as I’d like to debate that ‘cause, believe me, you couldn’t. I have to go. The faster I go, the faster I come back to you,” he says. I think he expects that line to make me swoon.
Does he not know me at all?
“Yeah, about that. Last night was fun and all, but it’s not going to happen again.”
Chung has the balls to laugh. I shoot him a stare that would usually warn people to shut up, but he continues to laugh harder at me.
“This isn’t up for discussion…it
will
happen again. Multiple times, in fact, so don’t even think otherwise.”
“You keep thinking that,” I tell him.
“And you won’t be working any longer. I’ll find something else for you to do.”
“Bullshit! You will not take my work away from me. I’ll just go back to Zeke.”
His face hardens and his eyes darken. “You won’t. Now, get in the fucking car.”
He can’t control me. My parents tried that and they never succeeded, so there is no chance in hell he will.
I decide not to argue right now. I walk to the car, climb in the driver seat and start it up with the keys left in the ignition. I was hoping to drive away before Chung got into the passenger side, but that little bastard is fast and slides straight into the seat. I rev the car and speed off, wheels screeching on the concrete driveway. Chung continues to laugh next to me.
“I like you,” he says, with an approving look.
“I don’t like you,” I retort, pulling into Zeke and Bexley’s home. Bringing the car to a stop, I climb out. Chung does too. “You…you can stay in the car,” I tell him, throwing the keys at him. “Or go…” He catches them and strides quickly past me and up the stairs to the door. I knock hard a few times until the door is swung open by Zeke dressed only in a towel. His face scrunches and he shakes his head, then he goes to shut the door in my face. I plant my body in the doorway, stopping him.
“Seriously Aria, you know I just got married. I plan to fuck my wife for eternity. What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks, then looks next to me, smiling at Chung.
“Chung, how did you end up with her?” He points to me with his thumb. I push past him and walk into his house.
“Bexley!” he yells. “Clothes,” he warns her. I laugh. There’s another man in the house, can’t have them looking at what’s his. Or maybe it’s me? Not sure which.
“Aria!” she shrieks and walks to me, wrapping me in a hug. She’s one of the few I actually let hug me. “Did you come to piss off Zeke?” she questions.
Zeke walks around her, grabbing her possessively with his hand on her stomach and pulling her back to him.
“No, I’m trying to ditch Mister Chung here.” I point to the man who’s watching us intently with a small smile on his face.
Zeke laughs out loud. “Good luck with that. No one can outrun that man, in a car, boat, or a fucking plane. That bitch will catch you,” he says, referring to Chung. I turn back to face him and see that he looks relaxed and happy. His stance is strong and powerful. I grab a remote to test my theory. Smiling at Zeke, I turn and fling the remote straight for Chung’s head. He catches it mid-air and just looks to me. I’m suitably impressed.
“I may learn to like you,” I tell him and he chuckles. “Unless you keep doing that,” I say, referring to his laughing. Why would someone want to laugh that much?
The idiot.
“Can you leave now?” Zeke raises his eyebrows at me. I shake my head and hold up my hand for the remote. Chung flings it backs lightly and I catch it and flick on the television.
“Why don’t you go and work? I’ll hang with Aria,” Bexley tells Zeke, turning around in his arms.
“I don’t care if she’s here or not, I have a room full of stuff I plan to use on you. She can listen.” Bexley’s cheeks go pink with the mention of sex toys. Chung comes and sits on the sofa next to me, kicking his feet up while I watch
‘Dating Naked.’
“Seriously, you got toys, Bex? I’m so proud of you,” I tell her and it’s the truth, I am proud. “Did you get my wedding present?” I ask her. Her head ducks into Zeke’s chest and she laughs, so does Zeke.
“You got her a massive black dildo. Why the fuck would you do that, Aria?” His eyes sparkle with mischief.
“You used it,” I accuse them. They have, I can tell by Bexley’s reaction.