The Driver

CHAPTER 8

                                     Izabela

            I lied to him that I left because of him because I was not ready to tell him the truth. I had promised Alex that we would go out for coffee and I could not leave without saying goodbye to him.

        Marcel still did not know what town I was in, but he was going to be looking for me everywhere. He was a rich man with influence and too many mafias standing at his feet. That was also the reason I could not stay too long in a country.

        I could not buy a house, and I could not stay in one place for long. I did not want him to know about Alex's existence because he would have killed him without thinking. I could not tell Alex my story because I did not want to put him in danger.

        I have never had a normal life since I managed to run away from him. His father told me to run, and he is the one who informs me whenever Marcel discovers the location, I am in.

        After I left that party, I started investigating Marcel's life. I wanted to find out why he was so mysterious and what he was doing.

        I had to do everything without him knowing. I was in love with him and I could not lose him if my suspicions were not well-founded.

        I did not even know where to start, but the best idea was to befriend with the wives of his associates. I started inviting everyone into town, either for a walk in the mall or in a beauty center.

        When I realized that I would have needed too much time to go out with everyone and the ones I had already met knew nothing I decided to have a party at Marcel's house.

        He was away in England with his father, so the party was strictly for us women. I thought when they all started gossiping, I would find out a few details.

        I even talked to one of the maids and I paid her to stay and help me with food and drinks.

        I told her to be only eyes and ears everywhere and if she heard anything suspicious, she would come and tell me. I told her about my suspicions. She was the only person in that house I trusted.

        Unfortunately, neither she nor I have been very successful. I only found out that their husbands were as rich as Marcel, but that they were all at his feet. He was their boss and from what I could understand he was one to be feared.

        We also found out that their business was illegal and if they were discovered they would all have rotted in prison. I understood why they were all so mysterious.

        How uneducated and brainless their wives were, they would certainly have been caught long ago if they told them something about what they were doing.

        I had to find another way to uncover the truth behind the mysteries. I was quite sure something was wrong and had given up even writing. I could not concentrate.

        There was nothing suspicious in the house, there were no papers where I could see any details and the password on the laptop was impossible to find out.

        Claudia, the housekeeper who helped me at the party, had become my best friend. I sent her one day to buy a tiny webcam that I installed in Marcel's home office.

        I thought I would get some details, but he was so mysterious that he did not even talk on the phone about his business.

        I was already losing my patience and I was getting more and more suspicious. I had distanced myself from Marcel quite a lot and he had noticed that. He probably had his suspicions, too, so I had to be very careful.

        I decided to go to his father, probably he would have been willing to talk. I had not had a chance to meet him personally, so I did not know anything about him.

        Marcel did not use to talk about him. I was counting on this to tell me something about his son and his mysterious business.

        I went to his house; he has been living alone since his wife disappeared. That is all I could get from his son. He took me in with a hug just before I entered the house. He seemed to know me, and I felt ashamed that I did not know anything about him.

        After he served me a cup of coffee, I went straight to the point. I had lost too much patience and had to risk being direct and imposing. I did not have to show the fear I had felt since I found out something was wrong.

        His voice seemed familiar and I did not understand why. We had never seen each other, and we had never even spoken. After taking my first sip of coffee, during which time I was preparing my speech in my mind, I realized where his voice seemed familiar.

        From the party where a man whispered in my ear to run. He was the mystery man I had been trying to find all night.

-       You are the one who told me at that party to run away? Your voice is very familiar to me.

-       Yes, it is me. I tried to warn all of Marcel's girlfriends of the danger they were waiting for, but none of them listened to me. They were all crazy about his fortune. Looks like you do not want to listen to me and run either.

-       I cannot run if I do not know what I am in danger with.

-       Right now, I cannot give you details because if I did your life will be in much more danger. Now it is too late to run away, but I promise I will help you get rid of it.

-       How do you know I am investigating?

-       Because after I realized that you were not going to run away and that you were going to try to uncover the mystery, I set up cameras around the house. I knew you were not like the others, so I decided to get you out of that house, but only when the time will be right. Do not worry, Marcel does not know anything, or I would be a dead man. Your friend Claudia did everything for me. That is why she became your friend, to help you get out of that house.

-       And what am I supposed to do now?

-       Have a little patience and act like you do not know what is going on. Marcel started to suspect something, and it is not good for you and especially for me.

-       Now I think I am a lot more afraid than before I came to you. Until now, I just suspected something was wrong, and now you have confirmed everything to me. How could I pretend?

-       You must learn. You are a smart woman and if you want to live again, you will have patience and confidence in me. All I know is that if Marcel realizes that you've found something, he'll take you to a place where no one else will find you and make sure he declares you dead so that no one ever looks for you.

        I was really shocked and terrified by what I had heard. It was as if the details did not even matter, just the fact that I was in danger was freezing my blood in my veins. I left Eugen with tears in my eyes and fear that maybe tomorrow I will not be alive.

        I did not know if I could trust him and I was disappointed because Claudia did not tell me anything. I felt betrayed and did not know if it was a good idea to go to Marcel's house or run as far away as possible.

        Somewhere he would never find me. I was beginning to strongly believe that all men are just as monstrous. That is probably why my mom stayed with my dad for so many years. She thought she would never find a better one than my dad, but that she might find a worse one than that.

        After a few hours of wandering around town, I decided to go to Marcel's house and put my trust in Eugen. I did not know if he was going to keep his word, but at least I knew he was the only one who tried to help me from the beginning.

        When I got home, I found the house full of flowers and the table prepared with all kinds of food. I was shocked again. A few hours ago, I found out I was in danger and what I saw in front of my eyes was the opposite of what I knew.

        I was increasingly confused and did not understand what I had done so specially to deserve such a gesture from him. I did not know if he had found out I had discovered I was in danger and now he was trying to mislead me.

        I did not know anything, and I could not think. At one point he appeared behind me and I was surprised when I turned around and saw him. He was sexy and attractive. He was wearing a white T-shirt on his athletic body and a pair of grey flax pants.

        I had never seen him dressed so simple, and yet those clothes made him more gorgeous than ever. I think I was starting to make the same mistake as my mother.

        He told me we were celebrating something special, but he would not give me any details. He said he would give them to me when the time was right.

        I wanted to control myself, but when I saw him dressed like that all I wanted was to rip his clothes off and devour every little bit of his body. s*x with him was like they were scenes out of porn movies. Like we were making one every time.

        He took me into his arms and kissed me, I gave up the spoils of kissing because I still loved him. I smoothed my dry lips, panting slightly.

        With a groan, he leaned over to me and stuck his mouth to mine. I was amazed at how soft his lips could be and how gentle they pressed to mine.

        I sighed and his tongue penetrated my mouth, tasting my aroma with slow movements. The kiss was safe, experienced, and it was exactly as aggressive as it was to make me go crazy.

        How could I allow my body to react like that? I still wanted to slap him, but now, more than that, I wanted him to continue. The deaf pain between my legs was getting louder and louder. He had reached the edge of my underbelly and pushed his fingers underneath.

        I felt him slipping on my skin and touching my c******s before he pushed his finger into me, and I bit my lip trying, unsuccessfully, to muffle my moan. His eyes closed and he was caught in the same inner struggle as I was too.

        I glanced at his lap and I saw him straining under the thin fabric of his pants. Without opening his eyes, he withdrew his finger and clenched the thin lace of my panties in his fist.

        He trembled when he looked up at my eyes with a clear expression of anger. In one motion he broke them, tearing the fabric off echoing in the silence around us. He brutally grabbed me by the hips, lifting me up on the cold table and opening my legs in front of him.

        I pulled out an involuntary groan when his fingers turned, sneaking between my legs, and entering me again.

        I despised this man in a particularly intense way, but my body had betrayed me, I longed more for what he was doing to me. And be damned if he was not good at it.

        His touches were not the gentle and affectionate ones I had been accustomed to. Here I was dealing with a man who was used to getting what he wanted and, as I could see right now, what he wanted was me.

        My head fell to one side and I leaned back, leaning on my elbows, feeling the impending orgasm approaching vertiginously.

           I bit his lower lip, while my hands were acting hurriedly in front of his pants, trying to open his belt.

        He made a strange sound, like a moan of rage, from the depths of his neck and grabbed my blouse in his hands, suddenly unbuttoning it, breaking its silver buttons, which rolled down the long table in the hallway of the house.

        He walked his hands on my ribs and over my breasts, his thumbs sliding back and forth on my hardened n*****s. He looked into my black eyes all the time. He had big, brutal hands to the limit of pain, but instead of flinching or backing up, I pushed my breasts into his palms, wishing for more and harder.

        He moaned, straining his fingers. It occurred to me that I might bruise, and, for a demented moment, I hoped I would. I wanted a way to remember this feeling, to be absolutely sure of what my body wanted, completely uncuffed.

           I thought I was not close enough, so I rushed to his zipper, taking off his pants and boxers, all the way to the floor. I took his p***s in my hand, feeling pulsating in my palm. He lifted my skirt on my thighs and pushed me back onto the cold marble table.

       Before I said a word, he grabbed my ankles, grabbed his p***s, and stepped forward, implanting deep inside me. I could not even get excited about the loud moan that I exclaimed- the ecstasy of feeling it inside me.

         He took it off just as I was ready to orgasm. At first, I had the impression that he was really going to leave me like this, but he grabbed my arms and lifted me off the table, pressing his lips at mine. Then he came down between my thighs and caught my c******s between his hot lips.

        He sucked and licked like he was hungry and thirsty for my pleasure. I did not last long and had the strongest orgasm ever. He stayed there and tasted it until the last drop.

        We both stayed still for a few moments and then he grabbed my hair and he turned my face down on the floor full of rose petals while he was pulling it from behind me. I could not get enough of him, I was tired, and I felt a little pain, but I did not care. I did not want to sleep. I wanted the pain.

        I wanted him inside me all the time. His weight above me. I wanted to sneak it further and further. I wanted to look at his face. I wanted his sweat to fall on me. He penetrates into me deeper. I will never forget it. I kept my hands down.

        He pretended to try to break free. I let my breasts touch his face. He went crazy at the time. He split me in two. I pushed it down. I could not believe it. One of his fingers was over my mouth. I made him. He stood up and rose.

        I could not believe it. It is not over, not an end to new things. He did something. I copied it. I have done something. He did it back. He grabbed me from behind. I pushed back, I forced more of him into me.

        I sucked it; he has been snating me. I made him come on my stomach. He sucked my toes. The whole room swayed, and we let ourselves collapse pleased with the pleasure of orgasms.

        We made love there in the middle of flower-filled pots and on the cold marble table. I was supposed to be acting and I had to be a good actress. And yet I was more natural than ever. I could not deny that his touch drove me crazy to the point where I forgot about myself.

        As angry as I was at him or as much as I hated him in those moments, I could not deny myself the right to the euphoric pleasure he gave me every time he touched me.

        When he kissed me and touched me in ways, I never thought he was capable of. When he penetrated me and pulled out his p***s at the exact moment, I was about to orgasm just to give me the ultimate pleasure with his hot lips. He did not lose a drop of the nectar that was coming out of me like a volcano.