Chapter 30 FUCK!!
NOVA'S POV
But then he forcefully broke the kiss, pulling his head back so hard that my lips made a loud popping sound as they separated from his.
I immediately tried to chase after him, leaning forward, needing more, but he held me in place.
He kissed me one more time, quick and hard and almost bruising, then unwrapped my legs from around his waist and set me back on my feet.
"I'll be back," he promised, his voice rough and his eyes dark with want. "Stay right here and don't move."
My eyes felt so heavy suddenly, like someone had tied weights to my eyelids. I reached for him but my arms felt sluggish and slow, and he was already moving away from me.
Before he opened the door, he glanced back at me one more time. His eyes flickered to something on the bookshelf across the room, and a small, satisfied smile crossed his face.
Then he slipped through the door, closing it quickly behind him to hide my naked body from whoever was out there.
I stood there swaying on my feet, my whole body still burning with need. My legs felt weak and shaky, and I had to reach out and grab the wall to keep myself from falling over.
I stumbled back toward the bed, my vision starting to blur at the edges. I needed relief, needed something to take away this horrible ache between my legs.
I collapsed onto the bed and my hands immediately went between my legs.
I was so wet that my fingers slid easily through my folds, and I rubbed my clit frantically, desperate for another release.
"Matthias," I whimpered into the empty room. "Come back, please come back."
I could hear shouting from downstairs, voices raised in anger, but they sounded far away and muffled like I was hearing them from underwater.
My hand moved faster on my clit and I slipped two fingers inside my pussy, pumping them in and out, trying to recreate the feeling of having him inside me.
I was so close, could feel another orgasm building, just needed a little more, just a little—
And then something changed.
The room started spinning, tilting violently to one side.
My hand movements became sluggish and uncoordinated, like my brain was sending signals but my body wasn't receiving them properly.
I tried to keep going, tried to push myself over the edge, but my hand just fell away from between my legs.
It dropped onto the bed beside me like it belonged to someone else, like I had no control over it anymore.
The burning need that had been consuming me for the past hour was still there, still making my pussy throb and ache, but I couldn't make my body respond anymore. I couldn't make myself move.
Everything was tilting and spinning now, the ceiling swirling above me in dizzying circles.
My eyes felt impossibly heavy, and even though I tried to fight it, even though I tried to keep them open, I couldn't.
The last thing I was aware of was the sound of shouting getting louder downstairs, and then everything just stopped.
The burning stopped.
The need stopped.
Everything went dark and quiet and still, like someone had reached into my head and flipped a switch from "on" to "off."
And then there was nothing.
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MATTHIAS POV
I yanked the door open, ready to tear into whoever was interrupting the best night of my life.
My father stood there on the front step, his face purple with rage and a vein throbbing visibly in his forehead.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Vincent Castellano snarled as he shoved past me into the house without waiting for an invitation.
"I'm in the middle of something important, in case you couldn't tell from the fact that I didn't answer your goddamn knocking," I shot back, closing the door harder than necessary.
"I know exactly what you're in the middle of!" He grabbed the front of my shirt and shoved me back against the wall. "I told you to watch her. To gather information. To get close to her. I did not tell you to drug her and fuck her like some kind of animal!"
"How the hell did you—"
"I've had people watching this house since you told me about your brilliant plan." He shoved me again, harder this time. "Did you really think I would trust you to handle something this important on your own? After all the other times you've screwed things up?"
"The drug worked perfectly. Better than I even expected." I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "You should have seen her, Father. Begging for my dick. Tearing my shirt off. Riding me like she would die if she stopped. She was completely insatiable, and couldn't get enough of me."
His fist connected with my jaw so hard that I tasted blood immediately.
"That's rape, you stupid bastard!" He was breathing hard, his hands clenched into fists at his sides like he was barely stopping himself from hitting me again. "She was drugged! That is not consent, no matter how much she seemed to want it! That is rape, plain and simple!"
"It'll look like consent in the videos." I wiped the blood from my lip. "She was the one doing everything. Climbing on top of me. Begging me to fuck her. Telling me she was mine. No one who sees those videos will think I forced her to do anything."
"No jury in the world will see it that way when they find out you drugged her first!" He pulled out his phone, his hands shaking with anger. "Where is she right now?"
"Upstairs in my bedroom, maybe she might have passed out now."
"Of course she is." He headed for the stairs. "Get her clothes now, and delete every single video, every single photo, every single piece of evidence that anything happened here tonight."
"You can't be serious—"
"I am dead serious, and you will do exactly what I tell you to do right now." His eyes were cold and hard when he looked back at me.
I stared at him, rage boiling in my chest like acid. "We were so close to having everything we wanted."
"And now you are going to pull back before you ruin everything we've built." He started climbing the stairs. "Get her clothes and bring them upstairs. Right now."
I grabbed her dress from where it had fallen on the living room floor and followed him upstairs, cursing under my breath with every step.
Vincent was already in my bedroom when I got there, checking Nova's pulse. She was sprawled across my bed completely naked and unconscious, her skin still flushed from what we had been doing.
Her thighs were wet and glistening, her lips were swollen and red, and her hair was a wild mess spread across my pillows.
She looked absolutely beautiful.
"She's completely unconscious. Not responding to anything." He grabbed her bra from the floor. "How much of that drug did you give her?"
"The recommended dose that the chemist told me to use."
"Recommended for what, a fucking horse?" He shook his head in disgust. "Show me your phone. I want to watch you delete every single file before I leave here."
"They're evidence, they're leverage—"
"They're a prison sentence waiting to happen!" He held out his hand. "Phone. Now. I'm not asking again."