Chapter 84: Chapter: 84

ANDREA

Whoever is outside this door really wants to die, because they insist on banging on the door even harder than before. Nic, I mean Ombra, completely ignored them, paying special attention to my breasts as his fingers scissor inside my pussy, when he curled his fingers in that familiar spot deep inside me where only he seemed to find.

Pleasure so intense and overwhelming crashes into my very being. A scream ripped from my throat, which he quickly swallowed, slamming his mouth on mine and silencing me, as I shattered into a million pieces, God! This bliss was what I've been missing.

Lorenzo's voice was a loud background noise as he spoke in quick, rapid Italian. I was still shuddering with aftershocks from the amazing orgasm that just wrecked my being.

Reminding me of how fast this man could make me come, how he turned my brain to nothing but mush. Ombra lets my swollen lips free and stares into my eyes, then he pulls his fingers from my pussy.

I moaned with their loss. His fingers were soaking wet with my juices. His eyes hooded, then to my absolute shock, he rubbed my own wetness on my lips, circling them like they were lipstick or lip gloss before he kissed me hard again, punishingly, and I melted for him even as Lorenzo kept banging and talking from outside in a raised, angry voice.

Though I couldn't understand a single word except my name, I figured he was probably asking Ombra to come out of the room or let me out. When Ombra finally lifted his mouth away from mine, I was so horny and achy for more, all over again.

His hand suddenly dived back between my thighs and pulled at the little tufts of triangle hair I didn't shave, making me gasp when I felt the sting.

“This is mine. Every single inch of your delectable body is fucking mine. Every dip, curve, hollow, and hole on your body belongs to me. Remember that next time you let another man stick his tongue into your throat. You renege on our agreement, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. You don't touch this pussy, Andrea, you don't fucking let anyone near it, and you sure as fuck don't allow any bastard to kiss you,”

Shock stole over my features. He's talking about Pierre. Pierre is the only man I've allowed to kiss me, after him. I'm not even going to ask how he knows that.

“Wait…it's not…” I went to explain, but he cut me off.

“Not even a peck on the cheek, and if you think I'm joking. Try me and see what happens. I will gut the fucker, or better yet, slice him from sternum to sternum. His balls and cock included, then I will make him choke on said balls and cock, while he watches me take you hard, bathed in his blood,” he said in that deadly cold voice, his dark eyes sparking with mad possession.

My body shook with dread, my heart pounded as my brain took in the absolute truth in his face and his voice; there's no doubt he meant every word. He would do it all. The dark look in his eyes reminded me of the reason I ran. I really didn't know this man. This devil had expertly played my body like a well-tuned guitar seconds ago.

Nicklaus, or rather Ombra, is a dangerous man shrouded in mystery. When I ran away to Paris, I thought of nothing but who he was, why he pretended to be Nicklaus, and how no one knew that the real Nicklaus Montgomery was comatose.

But now, I don't think I want to know his truth, his story, or whatever! Somehow, I got the feeling that finding out the real him wouldn't save me from his world; instead, it would bury me so deep that I would never be able to find my way out.

It's best I find my way out of this cluster fuck before I get in any deeper. It doesn't matter that he was a sex god, or that my body always got all hot and wet for him, or that he could make me explode with an orgasm so strong I blacked out. My life would be better off without Ombra in it. Especially now! Now that…

“Are. We. Fucking. Clear?” That voice, that familiar dark, deep, and menacing voice demands, a single tear rolls down from my eye, his eyes follow the tear, and to my utter shock, his tongue darts out and licks it away. I was still so turned on, and his tugging my pussy hair hurt and aroused me in equal measure. It shouldn't have, but it did. Everything he does to me turns me on.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” he muttered, making my stomach flutter in that familiar way it always does, which is sick! Considering he just threatened to kill any man who touches me! He'd seriously messed me up.

He kissed my forehead, then took his coat off and put it over my ruined dress. He pulled me away from the door before finally yanking it open. He stood between me and the door, blocking me from going out or stopping Lorenzo from coming in, with his massive shoulders and towering height.

Lorenzo stood outside the door with half a dozen men, all holding guns in their arms, which they pointed at Shadow. His brown eyes glared at Ombra with something I couldn't define—who stood, powerful, tall, deadly, and cold, both hands in his pocket.

Danger radiated off of him like electricity, somehow he looks even deadly and darker than he ever was before, like he wasn't the same man I knew, like he wasn't the man who had savagely suckled my breasts like a hungry lion while he finger me to orgasm at the same time, like there weren't guns pointed at his head right now.

He was as cool as fucking Antarctica, totally unbothered. While a strange feeling of dread made my stomach tighten with anxiety, I placed my hand over my stomach.

After what seems like hours of Lorenzo glaring at him while Ombra also stares him down, coldly. Lorenzo finally looks my way, standing behind Ombra.

He took in my disheveled state from tangled hair, swollen lips, the trail of hickeys I have no doubt Nicklaus—no Ombra, I'd better get used to calling him that—had left on my chest and neck for all to see.

I quickly pull the collar up. Though he couldn't see my torn dress, his face hardened, his jaw twitching with anger and something…I couldn't be sure.

It was clear he understood or guessed what had happened behind these closed doors.

My face flushed with embarrassment; I didn't need to see a mirror to know it was as red as a tomato. The wetness trickling between my thighs from my orgasm certainly didn't help my color.

“Bella, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked, his face softening towards me, like I only needed to say yes and he would kill Ombra here and now. Not that he could, though he definitely has the upper hand right now with all the backup and guns.

Something tells me if these two fought, there probably wouldn’t be a winner. They were both cut from the same fabric of darkness, that much I could sense.

Shadow tensed, I refused to glance at the man beside me; I was terrified of what I would see. I could imagine the waves of aggression currently saturating the air around us from both men as Lorenzo talked to me. It was like a bomb waiting to explode. God, please no! Not now.

“Yes!” I croak, my voice is still a little hoarse, my stomach churns with the need to hurl, I clear my throat and try again.

“Yes, I'm okay, and he didn't hurt me. Thank you for asking,” he nods.

“We need to talk,” Lorenzo gritted out, addressing the man who was close to murdering him. Ombra bulging muscles were tensed. I hope he wasn't going to attack Lorenzo.

Ombra says something to the men behind Lorenzo in that deep Italian voice, making me shiver. He spoke with the intonation of a native Italian speaker, as if he were born and raised here. It was sexy as fuck and the last thing that should be on my mind in the midst of this standoff.

The men's faces completely went pale, instantly, they lowered their guns and walked away so fast that I was left with my mouth gaping.

This made Lorenzo even angrier. I was beyond confused. There are hundreds of questions I want answers to asap. Like, how did he get inside the house?

Shouldn't Lorenzo have met him outside, rather than letting him inside where he could see me? Until he did whatever it was they wanted him to do? Why did Lorenzo's men leave when Ombra threatened them?

I was sure he must have threatened them with nothing less than a horrible death to them and their families, otherwise they wouldn't have abandoned their boss, and left right? When that deep voice cut through my musing, I saw that he was staring at me.

“What? Why are you looking at me?”

“You will stay here, Vixen. Wait until I get you. As Enzo said, we have things to discuss. I will be right back.”

“No, wait!”

But he was already closing the door and locking me up. Bastard! I screamed, frustrated beyond belief. I have so many questions, and no answers were forthcoming. He fucking called Lorenzo “Enzo,” which means they knew each other.

I waited for a long time, long into the night, but there was no Ombra or Lorenzo. Sometimes, later in that state between sleep and wakefulness, I felt the bed dip and a warm, comfortable blanket cocooning me.

I wanted to see what was going on. The blanket felt different, but I couldn't pry my eyes open.