Diana
I wake up missing something, realize that Dragon is not in bed, I stretch my body trying to wake up feeling something completely different from the hate of the last two months, something different from what I've felt in the last seven years.
The feeling of getting a good night's sleep cleared most of my reservations about yesterday.
I rub my face trying to understand, I feel the bed sink, opening my eyes to find the man with a pair of jeans, his wild hair still a little wet, his beard bigger than he usually wears and his eyes shining, analyzing every piece of exposed skin, I squeeze my thighs looking for the tattoo that covers most of his shoulder and chest, so sexy and so arousing, I bite my lip.
“If you keep this up, your sister is going to catch the two of us having sex. – Her hand slides over my cheek, caressing my neck, I'm fascinated with the path she walks.
I sigh when his hand reaches my left thigh, squeezing it tightly, I grip his shoulder tightly, sinking my nails without taking my eyes off his face, writhing with a groan.
He opens a short smile, gets up from the bed, opening his jeans towards the bathroom, mesmerized by the sight I follow him dropping the sheet, inside the spacious bathroom, he enters the whirlpool, opening the taps, holding his hair in a short bun at the back of his neck , the sight of him naked so unruly in stark contrast to the dark walls of the bathroom.
This man is a sin.
Without any shame I go towards her, I get on my knees in front of her with my breasts heavy and aching, licking my lips without any more patience I take her length listening to her growl, I run my tongue from the bottom up in a soft caress, feeling satisfaction for see the indomitable man trembling in my mouth.
I place my right hand on her thigh, squeezing it with my nails while sliding the entire length through my mouth until I feel the tip hitting my throat, I feel the horny running between my thighs, I pull my mouth, sucking all the way down, turning eyes with pleasure.
I almost cry when the cretin pulls me by the hair to get inside the whirlpool, we kiss with hunger, it seems that the more I have of him still isn't enough.
He makes us sit, I feel the jets hitting my back and I end up moaning with the delicious sensation, I put my head against his shoulder, promptly his tongue starts to travel the scar.
I roll, wanting to feel the friction, I hear his laughter, I scream with his lips pulling my nipple slowly.
How can he be so hot and affectionate?
Lifting my hips, I feel him penetrate me, I open my eyes, ecstatic with the erotic environment, I feel the downward pull pulling my cries out for him digging in so deep and so fast.
Our movements synchronize like a perfect fit, I feel drunk with pleasure. Rocking for release, lips soft on my collarbone, big hands everywhere going up to the back of my neck, then swirling around my clit, squeezing my hips.
With rapid breathing I lose control letting him satisfy all my desires with his kisses, caresses with his hardness invading my body with brutality, I roll my eyes, he takes all my moans of pleasure with a kiss, ripping all my forces.
Breathlessly I rest my head on his relaxed shoulder.
“We need to get dressed. - He says running his nose through my hair.
- Just five more minutes - I ask, loving the moment of silence in the midst of my thoughts so complicated.
Being in his calm arms, touching with his fingertips the desire for an impossible life, Stefano made a point of breaking everything, there is not a single piece of my body, soul and heart that is still whole to offer him.
The way he claims to want to be mine, messes with my structures at the same time I don't want to have someone, because I don't have anything to give in return. I don't know how to love and even less how to care, the monster shaped in recent years just wants blood and pleasure.
How could she have him, be his, if all that was left was an empty shell of feelings, lost and emotionless.
No one deserves to have someone half by their side, not even that I have to offer.
However, I take advantage of all this selfishness stuck under my skin to enjoy every minute, being a completely different person in your arms.
Organizing his thoughts quickly and objectively, Dragon knows a few things and seems willing to help, so I have a month until Giacomo's wedding. As much as he's willing to risk a vendetta that isn't his, I'm not at all in the mood to have innocent blood on my hands and even less about creating expectations, hope for an already buried dream.
I take a deep breath getting up, being accompanied by his look full of feelings, I feel the lump in my throat.
Everything ends.
I grab a towel wanting to put some distance, I see a sealed toothbrush as he leaves the bathroom fussing with his hair.
I don't want to hurt him, I just don't have anything to offer, maybe I don't want to, I lived seven years among ruthless men, being devoured by their hunger, their desires, their cruelest perversions tearing skin and blood.
Dragon offers more than sex, it displays the choice in front of me I can only feel how confusing it is I need to have my mind focused on the plans, one mistake can bring it all down.
All this because of one man having another is almost a testament to stupidity, because he wasn't satisfied with just that dawn? Why does it have to be this way? Why offer something I can't have?
I finish brushing my teeth, the door opens, he offers a shirt along with a pair of underwear, with a closed expression, I take the pieces, wearing at the same moment I feel the discomfort of his silence.
I finished putting on my blouse, I put the towel in a basket following his path, I need to make him understand...
I cut through my thoughts seeing the directors sitting on the kitchen stools and my brothers on the other side except Jackson, sitting on the big sofa, Dragon leans against the counter with a mask of coldness.
I look at Gia curiously with raised eyebrows, Kat and Theo drinking coffee as if they were 'from home' already Hunter in his funeral position.
"So, baby, what's the next step?" - I wake up looking at the dark haired man.
Damn it! Crap!
What did he call everyone here for?
— Nothing — Giacomo realizing the situation responds, receiving protests from the directors. “We need to wait until my wedding. – Complete.
'But what about the girls?' – the other one that I don't know the name asks.
- What you want? - I say getting attention.
"If they did it once then they'll fucking do it again!" - Shout out the obvious.
“They've been trafficking women for years, it's not the loss of cargo that affects their business. - I answer taking two steps back needing the support of the wall.
Silence can be cut with a knife in the face of men's fierce expressions.
"I mean, you're not going to do anything for them?" - Tip speaks with a forced calm.
Taking a deep breath, snapping my fingers, I exchange a look with Hunter who nods.
“Continuing to pick up girls at the port attracts unnecessary attention, the only reason the De Angelis aren't attacking you is because the weapons were delivered to the Cargo Terminal. – I answer.
“The other girls are safe, but to end this we need to nip it in the bud—that's the goal. – Hunter speaks coldly.
Men seem to think about these points, but from the Dragon's face I know they won't want just that after the girls leave that harbor it's almost impossible to find them.
Theo stops drinking his coffee, looking at me asking for permission.
"Stop exchanging those looks and fucking talk!" - Dragon screams, his anger is palpable.
“We can intercept the charges,” Theo sighs.
- As? – Tip asks.
— The shipments leave Canada...
"But weren't the girls Mexican?" – The blonde cuts the answer with his question.
— Going to Canada is just a disguise, the point of origin of the kidnappings is in Mexico they 'raise' – I make quotes with my hands – in each state they then cross to Canada, there they are divided between merchandise and those that will serve , one shipment is heading towards NY and the other is in Nevada.
If they need to feel like they're participating in this, that they're doing something good, they can do it so they don't feel used.
— What does it mean to serve? – The Tall Man I discovered to be Darkness.
“They are enslaved by the kidnappers in a kind of harem. – The revulsion rises along with the disgust of sordid memories.
- Have you ever been there?
I look at the green-eyed redhead.
“I served there,” I say firmly.
I see Dragon walk out the door, he's not ready to deal with my past, he doesn't even know a third of everything. Sigh.
"He must have gone to hit something, he'll be back soon." – A blonde says smiling. - Coffee? – Points to Kat – She asked for milk and you?
- The same way. - I speak low walking to the bench, Tip gets off the stool pushing to sit down.
- How can we do that? - He asks.
— Bring a map to trace the route, intercepts need to be made in different places. Each truck leaves with a difference of two days, if you organize you can manage to intercept four trucks before they change their route, after that I don't know where they can go.
Tip nods and the redhead leaves the apartment, I smell the coffee and sigh in contentment as he pours the milk offering a plate of scrambled eggs, I crack a smile nodding my head in thanks. She didn't think she was so hungry, when redhead appears with a map in one hand and a red pen in the other, Dragon appears behind him.
He folds the map helping me mark the waypoints, when I'm done they join my brothers discussing the truck interception.
I get stuck in my thoughts and I end up giving up eating the eggs with the metallic taste in my mouth increasing the craving.
I want to jump out of here and slip into Dragon's arms, forget about the darkest parts of the past, this is just a patch, nothing can glue the broken pieces together.
I look at him, focused on the conversation with the others, organizing how many men go to which spots, how to hide so many women. That day from the port we rescued thirty, if each truck has the same load, it will need space for one hundred and twenty women helpless with fear.
I feel arms around me cutting through the ideas, Katarina smiles.
“At least try. - It says.
"Kat..." I say softly.
- No, I know. Please sister, just try. - I sigh, giving in.
I drop the cup on the counter so I can hug her, under her shoulder I meet Dragon's gaze, just try….