Chapter 118: Fucked - Bella

I narrow my eyes. How dare this motherfucker try to spoil my life? Hasn't he done enough damage to my life as it is?

Typical fucking Elio. He wants to do everything according to his damn will, and the way he wants it, not giving a shit how others feel.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?" I open my purse again, and put the condom back inside.

He folds his arms over his chest, and I hate the way his muscles bulge in the white T-shirt he's wearing. That's part of his problem, he's always been too handsome for his own good, his boyish good looks getting him in and out of trouble.

"What are YOU doing in here!" He cocks his head. "Picking up some random guy to fuck you in a club toilet. I thought your standards were higher than that."

"Clearly not!" I spit out, looking him up and down, getting my thong and stepping into it, aware of his burning eyes on me as I slide the tiny scrap of fabric over my stocking-clad legs, and I'm sure he sees my garters, because I hear him hiss before I straighten again. "Thanks for fucking spoiling my night."

In a flash, my throat is in his hand, and he pulls me flush against him, the anger palpable in his whole frame. "You don't get to fuck other guys anymore."

I'm confused. What the hell is this? Elio has been fucking girls left, right and center ever since I caught him putting his dick into the school queen's mouth, who I absolutely hated by the way. He's probably screwed the whole of Chicago at this point.

"You better let me go, or I will knee your balls so hard, all your future kids will never see the light of day."

He lowers his face to mine. I hate how he's still taller even though I'm wearing seven inch high-heeled boots.

''I'll fuck you at my place." His voice is a whispered promise against my lips, and I shiver in my boots.

Memories of how he used to fuck me conjure up in my brain, and excitement makes the hair on my arms stand up.

It's a bad, bad idea, and it will take me right back to where I didn't want to be again.

"You wouldn't know how to fuck me." I grunt out, both of us knowing that's a big, fat lie.

"Then I guess we will find out." He turns around, and leaves.

This is where my problem comes in.

Elio knows me too well. He knows I'm intrigued and aroused by his actions and words now, and he doesn't need to wait for me to know I will surely follow.

And that's exactly what I do.

He's talking to Frank at the bar, and I walk over to Fiona who is blushing at something Dante is saying into her ear.

"I'm out for the night." I tell her. "Are you gonna be good?"

Dante's arm slides around her middle. "I'll take care of her. Plus, Frank is here."

"Are you okay?" She asks. Such a good girl, if she only knew I am willingly going into the lion's den.

I take her hand and pull her into me, hugging her. "I'm going to be good, at least give him a kiss goodnight."

Her cheeks are pink when I let her go and wink at her.

"See you tomorrow guys!" The asshole's hand lands on the small of my back. "And don't do things I wouldn't do."

Why am I going with this idiot?

I'm about to decline the offer when he steers me to the back of the club through the offices where one of his cars are parked outside. He must have fucking planned this shit in advance, because why is it the vintage Mustang? The same fucking car that he took my virginity in.

"Are you coming or what?" He asks as he unlocks the car and I'm making no move to get inside.

But my pussy is already creaming, and when I get in the passenger side and feel the engine rumbling underneath me, I think I cum a little, the past and present mixing in a way I told myself I'll never do again.

I refuse to look at him while he drives the impossibly sexy car to his apartment that I've never been at before, and when he parks the car in the underground garage, he turns to me, his eyes still slightly angry, and dare I say... Hurt?

"So still picking up guys in clubs and fucking in the men's bathroom?" He shakes his head like he's got some moral compass or something.

I don't answer, my blood boiling and immediately regretting that I got in his fucking car. I get out, and he follows me immediately.

"You know what, this was a mistake." I start walking towards the exit, throwing him the middle finger over my shoulder, but I'm wearing heels, and can't get away fast enough.

Of course he catches up with me, and stops me with an arm around my middle. "Stop. If you want to get fucked, you come to me. I will do all the fucking, there are some real creeps out there."

"You're one to talk."

He chuckles in my ear as he leads me to the elevator. I should be protesting, I should be running for the hills, but I need this.

Just one night.

His apartment is surprisingly neat and tidy, and he starts undressing as soon as we are inside, my eyes going to his delectable ass as he walks over to the couch and sit down, spreading his arms. "What are you waiting for?"

I get the condom out of my purse, and tear the foil packet with my teeth, and drop on my knees in front of him, covering his shaft with the rubber. His eyes are gleaming, and I can see how his mucles are straining on his tattooed torso as I peel the tight dress off my body, followed by my thong.

Then I climb on top of him, taking his hard cock into my hand, and positioning it at my entrance.

I wish he didn't affect me like this, but my mouth drops open as he stretches me gloriously, my walls clenching around the delicious intrusion.

I make sure not to touch him with my hands, or kiss him, but his hands grab my ass cheeks, and lifts me up in one powerful go while I'm impaled on him.

"Tonight, I fuck you the way I want to." There's a bite in his tone when he walks me to a bedroom and lowers me on a bed, his eyes showing an emotion I can't quite put my finger on. "You'll never want to get fucked by someone else ever again."