Atasha

I smirk. It's my silent way of telling myself that Gael also falls into the same trap. I hate the fact that he's winning over my body. It's my turn too. If he can make my body go crazy, make my head fuzzy, and make me needy, then he should feel the same way.

I wrap my lips around his head's c*ck, my tongue swirling around its sensitive head, teasing his dimple using the tip of my tongue. I savored that salty and weird taste of his precum, leaking as I play with his balls between my fingers.

I saw how Gael's eyes rolled back, and a deep groan rumbled in the corner of my room. I was clueless on this, but my tongue seems to know what it needs to do. "Atasha... fuck! Sweetie, suck deeper. More... More... You're doing great."

The moment I heard his command, I snap. For some reason, I did follow his order and slowly suck him deeper in and out, the slow movement starts to become faster. I feel like I'll choke, but damn! I set a relentless pace, bobbing my head up and down while wrapping my tongue around his thick and throbbing shaft.

I alternately deep-throated his length and focused on its sensitive head, my tongue teasing its dimple while sucking his leaking precum. Gael's hands fist in my hair, guiding my head as I suck his d*ck. I continue for ten more minutes.

But in a final shuddering moan and groan, he reaches his peak. His c*ck pulses in my mouth as he releases his hot seed, spilling onto my chin. It was sticky and milky. I was looking at him while slowly devouring his c*m.

I lick down and plays with his balls inside her mouth as his milk slides on it. "Oh... f*ck! You're so incredible, Atasha... Come here," he dangerously commands. I kneel properly, and he claims my lips with a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside my mouth, tasting himself.

"It's time for another play, little one," he says in a husky, deep voice.

He grabs my arms and pins me to the bed while she still kneels on the floor, my stomach lying on the mattress. He can see now how soaked my panties are in full display. Gael positioned himself behind me, his large hands grabbing my hip in a possessive manner.

"You're so wet, sweetie," he whispered in my ear and kissed my nape in a sensual motion.

He pressed his erection against my entrance beneath her undies and then suddenly inserted his shaft. He begins to move, rubbing his length on my pussy lips.

"Nghnnn... your shaft... this feels so good," I say, accepting that fact.

"Don't worry. I won't penetrate, but this will surely be a bliss for us." Gael DeLuca kissed my cheek this time. Each gentle rub on my wet folds, the way his c*ck's head rubs against my nub, the pleasure sends shivers in every cell of her body.

He sets a teasing pace. He moves slowly and hits my entrance and cl*t at the same time. We are both panting as he digs his finger into my waist and rubs faster in an intensifying rhythm.

He leans his back against hers, and he bites her nape softly, marking me. I didn't care. The pleasure makes her mind fuzzy, and I'm enjoying it. I lose control and that's already a fucking truth. A part of me was hoping that he'll aches for more.

"I'm getting closer, sweetie. Come with me..."

Gael

I bite the sensitive spot in Atasha's ear. I can't believe that she's enjoying foreplay. I never do foreplay. I just use a lube to wet the girl and get straight to business, but tonight? It's damn different!

I am fucking enjoying tasting every corner of her without thinking of penetration. I love watching her reactions. I grab her neck and use my middle finger to move her chin so she'll face me. I pressed my lips and tasted her saliva once more.

"You feel so good, Atasha... so warm and soft, and you taste so good."

Her eyes were looking at me with desire. I groan when my cock's head kisses her wet entrance. I can feel my release building up. My balls were tightening, and I was aching to come.

"I'm going to fill these panties with my cum. Let's come together..."

She grabs my arms, and this time, she kisses me. I rub my shaft faster, and with a final and powerful brush, I break the kiss and bury my face on her neck. Our bodies shudder as we both come, releasing our own juices and coating her undies with our hot and sticky nectar.

We are both gasping, trying to catch our breath. We stayed like that for minutes. I found myself looking at a woman who passed out after reaching her orgasm. I laugh. "How cute and interesting," I whispered.

I fix myself and scoop her up, then put her to bed. I covered her with a comforter. I clean the mess they both made. I look at her one last time and press my lips to hers.

"That was great. You're perfect too, but... I can't indulge myself and pursue you. You will get caught up in a war, little rabbit. I won't let that happen," I whispered.

I grab the pendant of my necklace. I took it off and left it on her bedside table. "Live freely. Fly high, my little rabbit." I walked away and left the building.

I look at the time. It's already ten. I dialed Kyros's number. He answers. "Boss? Come here now. He wants you to be here and discuss things again," he says.

I drive my car and leave this place. "Tell him I'll be there soon," I replied. I drop the call and calm myself before I regret my decision of not touching or pursuing Atasha. I shouldn't drag an innocent woman into my fucked-up and dangerous world.

My purpose in this lifetime is to kill the man who ruins the simple life that I once had. I park my car and go back to the venue hall. I grab my gun and push the door. I made a warning shot and pointed my gun at a certain man at a specific table.

His gun was also pointed at my right hand's head. "DeLuca," he laughs. "We are here for business, aren't we? Don't you mind dropping that shit?" I coldly remarked.

He laughs and puts down his gun. He was Rocco, the next leader of the Agosti family. "He told me that you just drop by somewhere and you'll be back. You know what dignity means, do you?" Rocco says with a hint of mockery.

I put down my gun and walked toward their table. As for the guests, they remained calm because they're also from the underground society. Kyros stood up and gave me a chair. I sit and cross my legs. If only I could kill him right now.

"You should know that Verona isn't Rome, Mr. Agosti, and vice versa. You are here for business with us, and so am I. Stop acting like it's our privilege because if I act like one, your family can't take it."

His brow arches, and a hint of grudge flashes in his eyes. "It looks like you're much more cunning than your uncle," he mocks.