Chapter 97 Only with me
Chapter 97 Only with me
Michael.
"L--Laura." I chuckle just to ease the tension woven into my shoulders. I don't ever want this to escalate, hence, I quickly jump into explanation. "She's hurt."
Laura's eyes linger long on me, then back on Alicia, who's now sobbing quietly.
I think just the sight of her alone spikes up Laura's anger and distrust, and with a snap of my fingers, I order my men to take Alicia into one of the guest rooms on the down floor, along with the doctor.
Feet shuffle over the marble floor, and then firm hands lift Alicia up, carrying her into a room. Illya grunts as he packs up his equipment and trudges after my men.
Now that it's just Laura and me, I inch close to her.
The moment I try to touch her, Laura flinches away from me. Crossing her arms over her chest, she booms.
"Was she the reason why you left in a hurry during breakfast? Yes or no?"
Ah, those two options are definitely going to limit my chances. Nonetheless, I answer the way she's dictated.
"Yes...."
"How interesting." She hums.
The front door opens, and I see Boris carrying Laura's bags upstairs, certainly to our bedroom.
"It's not what you think, little flame. We were attacked." The words rush out of me in one breath, seemingly putting a stop to whatever Laura's about to say.
"What? How?"
The anger in her eyes fades to fear. I close the gap between us and pull her to one of the couches, and as we sink into it, I begin to explain.
"We have an unidentified enemy who has been attacking all the clans of the Allied Faction, mine included, as well as Antonio's." I needed to make her understand the depth of the situation.
Laura's lips wobble, taking her a while to speak.
"What does it have to do with her?" She looks past my shoulder to the hallway from whence my men carried Alicia.
"She works for us. She's a member of the Allied Faction. That night at Antonio's place?" My brow cocks as I narrow my eyes at her, seeking to remind her where it all started. She nods, and I beam. "She got inducted to become a member. Unfortunately, the enemy struck at the headquarters where she works."
She remains silent, her grip on mine slacking for a beat, and that tells me something- something's going on in her mind, and I want to know what that is.
I pull her into me, my hand rubbing her shoulder soothingly.
"Say it, Malishka. Don't keep things from daddy."
She shakes her head at my words. Suddenly, she stands up and walks over to the floor-length window overlooking the lake on the West side of the villa.
Her arms are tightly folded across her chest, shoulders drawn tight.
"You know, we're so bound together that you can't keep things from me, my little flame?" I go on a tirade, trying to use our connection to wring her thoughts out in the open.
I step into her space, my body pressing into hers from behind. I feel the way her body hums, slow and intense.
I kiss her hair, groaning.
We just had sex last night, but I'm already hungry for more. I want to bury myself in her warm thighs and forget the disaster that befell the Faction.
"Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?"
My hand reaches up, pulling her crossed arms apart. As they fall to her sides, I grab that chance to squeeze her tits sweetly.
She mewls but bites into her lip.
I fondle again with the intent to bring her to her knees, to make her so putty in my arms just the way she loves it.
Then my thumbs find her nipples. She's not wearing a bra, which makes it all the hotter.
My dick perks up, stretching past my fly to press into her butt cheeks.
Lowering down, I plant soft kisses on the nape of her neck. These are the pointers I have, the power she gave me, and I use them effectively.
By the third lick of my lips over the sensitive skin of her neck, Laura voices out.
"I'm scared, Michael."
My hands freeze, lips slack around her soft skin.
"Why? What makes you scared, my woman?"
She doesn't face me. She just pins her eyes on the water dancing in the black eyes of the sky.
"The world you operate in. People like you have enemies all around, and I've read and heard so many things about mafias; it always ends in blood and death. It's not the life I planned for myself." She exhales, shrugging. "I just want a peaceful life. I just want..."
"And with me, you'll have it all, Malishka. Only with me." I answer her rhetorical questions, my heart searing with countless emotions.
She chuckles, but it's humorless. Bland.
"You sound so certain."
"Because I am," I reply boldly. Her gaze meets mine through the glass that bears our reflection.
"Overconfidence, they say, goes before a man's downfall. Your life can not be predicted."
I must agree with her adage, but something steels my resolve, something flares my faith in us, and that alone gives me the confidence I need.
"The world I live in and my life can be unpredictable, my little flame, but only one fact will remain unchanged, and that is 'you're mine, and I am yours. I don't need fate to dictate that for me when our hearts already have."
From the glass, I see her slam her eyes closed, and she looks every bit beautiful.
"Michael..." she calls in a sing-song voice, unsure of what to say, but I know, therefore, I show it to her.
My fingers lift her dress up to her waist. Shifting her panties aside, I brush my finger over her sex.
She's wet, pussy lips throbbing hot.
I groan at how silky she feels down there before I start to attack my fly, my zipper coming undone fast with a metallic clang.
My dick pops out, and as I lay a hold of it, I guide it into her warm sweetness.
We both groan.
Her walls squeeze me tight.
With my chest pressed into her back, we tilt into the glass, our breaths fogging it over as I start to slide through her juices, slowly and reassuringly.
There are some things I don't just say with my mouth but with actions.
And this is one of them.
"I'll kill every last one of my enemies just to keep you safe, Malishka."
Tbc.