Vera’s POV.
He walked away with her. With that devil in sheep’s clothing. With that slut!
My heart hit thunderously against my chest. I hate this feeling but it won’t stop.
Not even when I’m bumping my ass on Mr. Ethan’s manhood. Everything I’m doing here, I’m not aware of it. I’m just angry.
I feel down. All I keep thinking is how inadequate I am for David.
How he prefers another woman to me.
I can’t help it.
Who knows what she’s doing to him?
Who knows how he’s taking her from behind…or on top of her or from the side.
Jeez, these images fill my mind.
I don’t know when Ethan skates his hands up to my breasts and presses.
I swallow as he pulls me closer, not aware of the tears aiming to force their way out of my eyes.
His stubble-his gray stubble bites into the skin of my neck as he kisses me.
I close my eyes but not from the sweetness of his touch. No. It’s me trying to stop the tears from falling.
I can’t describe how much I want David. How much I want him to reciprocate this fire of desire… of love…of love?
Yes, I love him. I’m dying silently not being able to gush it out.
Ethan trails his callused hands up to my neck and slowly, sexily down to my chest. He presses me again, grunting.
“Do you mind if I taste…?” He flicks my nipples, obviously letting me know he wants to drink from it.
In other circumstances, I’ll agree. But now, I’m too wound up to even think of his hands on my body and how hot it feels. Or his deep, throaty voice.
The burn in my throat refuses to stop. I break away from Ethan with a force he didn’t see coming.
I clear my throat to get rid of the lump over there.
“I want to drink until I can’t,” I say, staring into his eyes gleaming with lust.
“Oh, you love drinking before sex with strangers?” His lips kick up in a smile.
I just nod, to get it all started. To get rid of the images in my head. The rage. The feeling of low self-esteem.
Ethan concedes and guides me to the bar.
In an instant, I grab another Azul. I’ve taken one before but I need more.
I throw the glass and my head back and gulp. It fizzes down my throat burning up but eradicating the burn of emotional distress.
“You’ve got to take it easy. You’d still need to be conscious while I dick you, right?” He gets closer then. “I want you to know how my dick works inside you. How it makes you moan deliriously in pleasure and sweet nothings.”
I’ll be aroused by now in other cases but I’m not.
I just gush a laugh, the tipsiness creeping in.
“I know right?” I laugh. “You wanna fuck me while I’m conscious.” I state with a laugh.
Ethan smiles and knocks another glass of wine. I grab another, forcing it down my throat. Drinking and washing my sorrows with its burn.
“So, tell me. How many rounds can you go…?” He asks.
I don’t know where that laughter comes from but I suddenly notice it’s from me.
“I’ll take as much as you give…” I slur, feeling lightheaded.
Everyone around me is blurring. I can’t even see Ethan’s face clearly again. It’s all a blur of motion and weaving bodies.
I feel Ethan’s hand over me perched on the table. He whispers lowly to me, almost kissing me. “How many rounds can you take the way you are now…”
“As…many…as you…can…offer…” I slur, looking into his eyes, giggling like a child.
“Let’s go find out then….” He says and clasps his hand around mine.
I stagger, walking in tow with him…
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>>>David’s POV>>>
“Claire…no…fucking stop it, okay.” I bite out, nudging Claire’s head away from me.
I pant hard, my shoulders rising and falling in rhythm with my breath. I cup my hard-on into my briefs, finding it a little difficult to close my zipper.
Claire rises to her feet, gazing at me with lust in her eyes. Her lips glistening under the light with my precum.
She slides her tongue over her lips, licking up my arousal. She whines, trying to move into me again but I step away.
“Look how hard and needy you’re. Let’s have fun with each other.” She practically begs.
I shake my head no.
Having tucked my shirt well, I adjust my suit and swallow before speaking.
“I need to get home. I have a conference call to answer to.” I lie through my teeth.
“Oh, I see.” She sighs but she doesn’t seem like she buys my words. “Okay, then. Have a nice night, sweetie.”
I give her a small nod and turn to leave. As I turn around the corner, I hear a moan of frustration rip through her voice. I stall, look back and see Claire grinding her sex over the table, seeking friction and the urge to orgasm.
I want that too but not with her.
I make it back into the clustered dance hall and begin to search for Vera.
They ain’t where they were before and it makes my worry prickle. Panic starts to creep in.
I don’t know the man she was with. What if he’s an undercover agent?
What if the mafias sent him?
Shit. I weave through the sweating bodies of men and women, searching for Vera, worriedly.
Where the hell did he take her to?
Alarm bell rings in my head.
I’m just about to alert Andrei when I see the man dragging Vera away. She’s staggering like someone who is drunk.
Is she? What did he give her?
I grit my teeth, walking over to block the man.
I cross my hands over my groin and glare.
“Where are you taking her?” I growl, making the man stop.
He looks at me with lustful eyes and then I know he’s just someone horny, seeking a pussy.
“To have some fun…” He says and Vera drunkenly slurs.
“Yes! So much fun. I wanna see how many rounds I can go with him!” She giggles, clearly lost.
Anger and jealousy simmer inside me.
I grind my teeth, it almost hurts.
Dammit! That virgin pussy is mine, I growl inwardly.
In a speed of light, I reach over him and tug her hand away from his. Vera yelps and the man seethes.
“Get your fucking hands away from her!” I bite out.
He doesn’t back down though. He spits. “And who are you?”
“Her father!” I bark, hating the bitterness of the word ‘father.’
The man cringes. His shoulders sag. He gives up. “I’m sorry man.” He tells me and politely walks away.
I turn to Vera and see the faint grin on her face. “You wanna take me, daddy…hmmm?”
“Kid…how much did you drink?” I ask with a grunt.
“Many glasses of Azul. I was so…jealous. You prefer her to me…” She pouts. Her words cools my insides.
I stare down at her in my arms, my nerves rising. Of course, I’ll never prefer Claire to you, kid. I whisper to myself, brushing the stray hair away from her forehead.
“I…just…wanted…cry and cry…” She rattles off again.
It hurts me knowing I’m doing this to her but….
“It’s enough, kid. Let’s get going…” I haul her into my arms and she whines.
“No, I wanna stay…let me stay.”
“You can’t stay again.” My voice comes out thick.
“Is she okay?” Sage rushes over to us as she walk into the spot they parked.
Andrei comes over too but he figures opening the door is more important.
“Just drunk…” I tell Sage.
She helps me tuck Vera in. We all settle in the car and Andrei takes the wheel.
“Please…daddy…” Vera purrs sleepily, wanting to touch me.
I hold her hands, wanting to stop her advances. I look at Sage to know if she’s looking at us but her gaze is thrown outside the window.
This is a big trouble, I cuss.
Vera continues, trying to get her hand into my pants and hold me. I breathe heavily. Body on fire.
Oh, shit.
Sage suddenly clears her throat and tells Andrei to stop her by the bus station.
The instant Andrei pulls to a stop, Sage rushes out without a backward glance.
Thank goodness she didn’t find out.
“I wanna please you, daddy. I want to please you so much…” She purrs, her head dangling between her shoulders.
“Kid…” I’m still forming the words but Vera already drops her head over my thighs, cups my hard-on out, and sits it into her fucking warm mouth.
Fuck, my hand wanders through my hair.
To be continued…