ANGELIC...
When I pull away the least bit, I look into his green eyes. Now the color is so intense that your eyes look black. I can see the anger flash across his face from the tight expression, clenched jaw, and heavy breathing.
I have never been afraid of him. Maybe because I never knew what he was really capable of. However, when his hand closes over my hair above my neck and he tugs slightly, keeping my head still as he brings his lips to mine, I wonder: what would LeBlanc do if we were alone?
His mouth floats over mine, close enough for me to feel his warm breath.
The drink I drank a few minutes ago is starting to take effect. My blood is heating up. Sudden music doesn't matter anymore. The people around us don't matter.
- We weren't going to dance? - whisper.
- No - he shakes his head - We're going to my house.
LeBlanc grabs my wrist and pulls me to the elevator. I'm almost balancing on my heels, but the need rising inside me compels me to follow.
That's what I wanted when I got on that stage; that all his attention was on me, and that nothing on this earth could distract him.
The doors open and we enter the elevator. Then LeBlanc practically hits the dash. I barely have time to register the next few seconds as, between two breaths, his lips are on mine. He pushes me against the wall and fills all around. Her long body holds mine, and her soft mouth crushes mine.
Overwhelming excitement—the result of drinking, arguing, and jealousy—burns through my body as one of his hands cups my neck. The other hand explores me with a boldness never seen before.
If LeBlanc was nice at other times, now he's given up on being nice.
His hand cups my chest over the dress, but the fabric can't help but feel it. I press my thighs together to ease the tension building between them.
And taken by a courage that I didn't have before, I also decide to explore her body. I start with the broad shoulders under the white shirt. I feel his tense muscles and warm skin in my palms. I go down to the cuirass. Everything about her body is so firm and soft at the same time.
I touch his hip hesitantly, too close to the danger line. I slide my hands under his shirt and grab his skin. Our kiss gets even hotter and wetter because touch is fuel.
Slowly, I run my fingers down her upper back, feeling the perfect contour of her body, noticing each sigh in response to the contact between our skins. The sensation of hearing his response is intoxicating as I slide my hands down his chest, gently running them over his ribs, the buds on his abdomen and scratching his back with my fingernails.
The elevator doors open to the parking lot. And if we didn't know it's not the most discreet place in the world, we would stay here. LeBlanc pulls away, grabs my hand and pulls me to the car. Time doesn't even have time to fade.
I think he'll open the door for me - and God forgive us for what happens when we get in that car. However, LeBlanc just pulls me towards him, grabs my waist and places me on the hood of the Bugatti.
I don't think to complain, but if I did, I wouldn't have time to do it. His mouth returns to mine, and his tongue tastes me again.
I spread my legs to accommodate her, and our fit is so perfect, we're like two halves of the same thing. I grab his shirt between my fingers as he cups my ass and presses his hips against me.
My heart beats in my throat.
- My God... - I sigh.
He pulls his lips down my throat, sucking and kissing all the exposed skin. Then it descends to the turn. The dress is strapless, so all of a sudden, LeBlanc exposes my breasts.
I look around the dark, empty parking lot. For a second, I wonder if anyone's presence would bother us. I feel so horny I can barely breathe, let alone why!
He takes a few seconds to stare at my breasts, his eyes moving from one to the other with his mouth slightly open. I could be ashamed, but the urge to have this man looking at me like that is taking over for longer. I almost want to take off the rest of the dress, just to know what her reaction would be to seeing me completely naked.
His hands caress my breasts, and it feels so good. But, my God, when his hot mouth covers my nipple, I feel like I'm going to convulse. I let out a long moan. One breast is massaged by her hand while the other has the attention of her tongue.
I would do anything that man would ask...
I would give anything he asked...
I feel wet and warm and throbbing between my legs. I grab his shoulders, his hair, his back…anything my hands can reach.
LeBlanc goes up and comes face to face with me. His eyes are black, his breathing is irregular, as is his hair. He takes off the devil's tiara the party's DJ put on me and throws it on the floor.
- I need your consent for what I am going to do now - his voice is deep, hoarse and low.
I remain silent, even though I nod positively, thinking about the next steps. We've done a lot of things in the past few days, but never...
LeBlanc takes a strand of my hair between his fingers, then his hand slips between my breasts. The backs of his fingers slide over my belly button and keep going down and down.
- Jesus - I hold my breath.
- No - he growls looking me in the eye - Say my name. No other.
Say your name? The only thing I know is his last name, and I'm not even sure that's the real one.
I'm about to complain, however, LeBlanc grabs the mini triangle I call panties. His hand penetrates the fabric and finds me wet, so much so that his eyes shine, and his lips form a slight smile.
The middle finger caresses my clitoris, back and forth. I thrust my hips into her, loving what she does but always asking for more.
"Say my name," he repeats.
- I don't... - gasping, moaning - I don't know your name.
LeBlanc pushes me away and I land on the hood. He leans over me, his fingers still caressing me. I squirm, squirming in his hand as the need for something more brutal overwhelms me.
"I need more of this...pressure," I whisper.
He sucks on my lower lip. His finger circles around my clitoris, taking its time. His slow torture makes me even hornier. Then the tip of his finger down to my entrance. For a second, I freeze. I don't know how much your brutality can hurt me. However, as soon as his finger begins to penetrate me, causing nothing but pleasure, I melt.
The slightly raised middle finger caresses me from the inside, while the palm of his hand rubs my clitoris. I throw my head back.
- So?
- Yeah. My God, yes! - I can't decide between a smile and a moan, so the two escape.
- So say my name - asks LeBlanc again.
- I do not stop. He wants a name, so he'll have one - That's really good. This! - I push my hip against his hand - Go on, Max.
- Angelica - he growls. I close my eyes tightly as a second finger fills me.
LeBlanc takes the back of my right knee and pulls my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. His fingers move in and out of me, digging into just the right spot, making me moan every time they're fully inside.
- Exactly like that... Vicenzo - sigh.
Then it stops completely. The hand inside my panties continues, but the other grips the hair above my neck. LeBlanc makes me look him in the eye, and anyone with a little zest for life would be intimidated by his clenched jaw and withered gaze.
“If one more man's name is on your lips today, I swear to God he dies. His voice is low and controlled.
- So tell me your name - I ask - I want to moan your name.
He brings his face closer, pressing his forehead against mine. After a second, his fingers go back to work downstairs. I close my eyes tightly.
Our reactions mirror each other, so I can tell he feels pleasure when I feel pleasure. He sighs when I sigh. We moan together every time we hear the sound of his fingers sliding through something wet.
"Aaron," he said, immediately making me open my eyes.
Aaron.
Yes, I would love to moan that name today, and every other time after that.
"Aaron," I huff. He shakes his head. The sweat that makes your hair stick to your forehead is something I never thought I would witness.
I cling to his shoulders, feeling his caress take me further and further. The tension mounts, begging to be released. Wildly, I adjust my hips and feel his fingers picking up the pace, rubbing, penetrating and taking me into an utterly ravishing state of surrender and oblivion.
- Aaron - I sigh one last time before I surrender.
I reach the limit and scream in pleasure as I reach an explosive orgasm, taking my breath away and reverberating through my body in waves. My muscles tense, trapping his fingers inside me and causing him to moan loudly.
"Shit," he breathes roughly.
LeBlanc looks where his hand is. He pulls his fingers out of my panties, dripping like proof of a job well done.
We were both breathing heavily. It's still hard to think rationally, but I feel light as a feather, like everything that just happened was perfectly right. LeBlanc looks at me and smiles knowingly.
If the image of the confessional has ever turned my head upside down, then that will be responsible for my next crisis.
THE WHITE...
I drive to my building. And when I say that, I don't mean I'm going to my apartment. In fact, the building is mine.
Next to me, Angelic sleeps with his head against the window. Slightly messy hair covers her face, but I can see her relaxed body. His sleep is innocent, like that of a person who has never seen anything so unsettling as having nightmares every night.
I push harder on the steering wheel when I want to touch it. Yet at the same time, I feel angry. I'm angry at your innocence. Angelique doesn't know who I am, but he decided to get into my car and managed to sleep. She trusted me. She thinks I won't hurt her.
Ah, the sweet and cruel irony of fate.
I lean down and push the lock of hair out of her face. When my fingers casually touch your skin, I feel satisfied. That's enough.
I decided for myself that I wouldn't hurt this girl. And if I don't go, no one will. I'll protect her, I'll take care of her, I'll make sure she's never again treated with less dignity than she deserves. I will personally make sure people like Margot and Elliot Donneli don't cross his path. I can attest to that, because I'm as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I'm as good as the best.
Even if this city burns. Not even if the world is collapsing. Not that all buildings turn to dust...