Chapter 31 Claimed by Dylan
ANGELICA'S POV
“So, what did Ericson say?” Dylan's words broke the silence, and I looked at him, perplexed.
Has Ericson already told him what he did with me? Was he asking about that? They were twins. Do they feel the same thing as the other one and Dylan probably felt what Ericson was doing to me? Would that even make sense?
“Hmm?” I asked, unsure how to answer his question.
Dylan looked at me briefly from the corner of his eyes.
“I asked you to call Ericson about the Shepherd's meeting,” Dylan said, and I clapped my hands, finally relaxing.
“The meeting, yes, I forgot about it,” I said honestly.
Dylan looked at me, a little amused.
“With the kind of reaction you had just now, it almost looked like you were relieved that you forgot about it. Is something going on?” Dylan asked me.
I shook my head as we made our way inside the company.
I was about to enter the lift when Dylan held my hand and stopped me.
“Take the stairs,” He said.
I raised my brows at him.
Was he giving me some kind of punishment? Their office was literally on the seventeenth floor.
I waited for him to say he was joking, but I pressed my lips into a thin line when he didn't.
“A little exercise is good for your brain. Next time you won't forget about anything. Also, don't cheat. I would be watching,” Dylan said before pushing me towards the stairs.
I glared at his back as he took the lift alone, leaving me on the stairs.
If I thought he was serious about the marriage pursuit, I would have to be the dumbest person.
Who in their right mind would make the girl they like to go through such an ordeal over a forgotten message? Heck, the meeting was next week and was not even so urgent.
I walked up the stairs with gritted teeth, breathing like a dog when I reached the eleventh floor.
You can do it, Angelica. Show them you are not a soft girl; they can’t easily bully you. I told myself, cursing myself for stopping all that training after entering the fourth year.
If I had still been training as my stepfather taught me, these seventeen floors wouldn't have made me feel like my lungs were about to explode.
After struggling for what felt like an eternity, I breathed a sigh of relief as I climbed the last stair.
With the thought of not dining with the Martino brothers because I was angry at them, I was about to open the door with an angry huff, but someone beat me to it.
I came face to face with a smirking Dylan, who looked up and down my body, his tactics angering me more.
“Are you satisfied—?” I started, but he beat me to it when he pushed me inside the fire exit, closing the door behind him. He breathed heavily into my face, his lips almost touching mine, making my heart flutter for an entirely different reason.
“Dylan—” I was confused by his sudden change in mood, but he placed his lips on mine to silence me.
I instinctively closed my eyes before remembering he was the guy who made me climb those seventeen floors.
With furrowed brows, I pushed him away, but rather than letting me leave, he turned me around, forcing my front on the wall while he pressed into me from behind.
“I know you are angry that I made you climb those stairs, and I am sorry about that, but what part of me made you think I wasn't a possessive person, my angel?” Dylan asked.
“Hmm?” I asked, confused.
“Did you really think I would want the entire company to smell your arousal on your way? Your scent is for only us, brothers. Your intoxicating arousal shall only be smelt and satiated by us,” Dylan said.
Wait. What was he talking about? Smell arousal? What kind of drugs are these people on?
Tyler said something similar and…
“Don't you think it's unfair? When he asked who you wanted to kiss most, it was my brother, and now you gave him the pleasure of your first taste too. Don't you think it's unfair to the person who first fell in love with you?”
Dylan placed his lips on my neck, making me gasp as his hand hugged me tightly, rubbing the area right under my bra.
“Mmm, Dylan, we are at the office,” the words left my mouth before I could control them.
“I know, love,” Dylan whispered into my ears, nibbling my earlobe, making me sigh dreamily as I clenched my hands, which were now held by Dylan's hands.
It was amazing how I was least worried about our position and more concerned about our surroundings. Wasn't it the same with Ericson, too?
Was I seriously falling hard for the Martino brothers?
But this wasn't right. These brothers weren't good.
Though they provide me with relief and comfort, something about them keeps me on my toes, always unsure of what will happen next. This feeling of anxiousness isn't that good. Why? Because I find myself relenting into this feeling.
“Can I taste you too?” Dylan asked, and I raised my brows, still facing the wall.
“Hmm?” I asked as he turned me around to face him.
His eyes were mesmerizing, almost hypnotizing, and I found myself nodding to a question that I didn't even know what it was
His hand reached on my thighs, and in a swift moment, he pulled it up.
His fingers played with the hem of my panties as he peppered soft kisses on my collarbone, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my blouse, revealing my cleavage.
“It only makes sense that I should have a little priority, no?” He asked, his lips hovering over my cleavage before he dipped his head and nibbled my skin.
It was amazing. Even though it was wrong in so many ways, it felt amazing, and for the first time in my life, I wondered what it would feel like to lose control of all the morals I had been holding tight to.
What would it feel like to give these Martino brothers and ask them to fck me together, something I had been dreaming of?
“You are fcking sweet,” Dylan whispered before he stood straight, his gaze lingering on my chest as if proud of his work.
I looked down and noticed a love mark on my chest, my pupils dilating at what he did.
“Dylan, how could you?” I asked as his hand reached for my skirt once again, but this time he wasn't standing. He sat on his knees, and my heart drummed against my chest when I realized what he was doing.
“N-no, wait,” I said, but it was too late.
He pulled my right leg over his shoulders before ripping my panties, his mouth going straight to my already wet pssy.
“Aa!” I moaned loudly as he lapped his tongue into my wetness, licking it clean first.
He kissed my vgina like he was kissing my lips, and if possible, even more passionately.
“You taste fcking divine, my angel. No wonder my brother couldn't resist himself,” Dylan murmured, his hot breath fanning my cltoris that was seeking his attention.
“Ah!” I moaned as soon as he pushed his tongue inside my vgina, the urge to close my legs and melt in his touch taking over, but closing my legs in this position would only mean squeezing his head between my legs, and I didn't know if I….
My breathing turned fast and short as I clenched my fists on his hair, unsure if I wanted to pull him away or push him further into my womanhood so he could fck me with his tongue more deeply.
“Just like that, baby. Hold me just like that and tell me I belong to you. This tongue belongs to you and will only ever lck and fck you,” Dylan groaned, his groan reverberating through my body, and I felt my orgasm building for the second time in the same day.
“Ah, Dylan, I…” I bit my lips, throwing my head back as he suddenly started rubbing my clitoris with his thumb.
My body shuddered as the urge to dig my nails into something made it impossible to stand still.
His tongue was doing wonders on me, lapping into my juices, forcing my walls open, and invading me like no one had ever done while his lips kissed me like I had never been kissed.
“Cm for me, baby. Cm onto my face. Spray me with your holy liquid. Let me taste the nirvana. Cm for me, baby,” Dylan said as he increased the pressure on my sensitive spot while pushing his tongue inside me, and I couldn't hold it any longer.
“Aa! Aa, Dylan! Fck! Aaa!” I moaned louder, tears streaming down my face at the strength of the orgasm that left my body, making me lose the remaining control.
Dylan's hands kept me in place, his tongue moving into my vagina, licking it clean before he finally pulled his head away from my womanhood.
He looked me straight in the eyes, his blue eyes never being so beautiful and shining.
He wiped the corner of his lips before standing and placing his forehead on mine as he evened my skirt and buttoned my blouse.
“Now that you bear my claim let me tell you, my angel, I am yours,” Dylan whispered before opening the door and leaving me frozen in my spot.