My Mob Soulmate

Chapter 9

WARNING! Mentions of nudity, swearing and violence throughout this series.

Naomi's POV

I heard what he said, but I couldn’t believe it. Why would he say all those things if he didn’t mean it? Is he messing with me?

“You’re joking, right?” He took a step back, obviously not expecting my outburst.

“I would never joke about this,” he said sincerely.

I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed, and lips pursed. He’s being serious, but I am confused. I want this, but he hurt me this morning. Will he do it again? Will he climb into my bed, and then regret it the next day like he claimed this morning again?

“I’m sorry Elias. I can tell you’re being sincere, but how do I know this morning won’t happen again?”

“It won’t,” he begged holding his hands out to grab mine. I pulled away from him.

“You may think that now, but how do I know you won’t change your mind in the future?”

He looked at me with bewilderment, clearly not knowing how to answer.

“That’s what I thought. Even you don’t know if you’ll change your mind,” I said, walking over to him and grabbing his hands. “If you really want this, then give me some space.”

“What do you mean?” He asked questioningly.

“Let me come to you, when I’m ready,” I breathed. “We can hang out, but no touching. Let me make the first move, when I’m ready. Once I figure out if I’m ready for this.”

“Okay Naomi. I will do that.” He took his hands from mine and walked to the door, then turned to look at me again. “Just don’t take too long cara. You weren’t the only one I hurt this morning with my words.”

I gasped in shock, realising he meant himself as he walked out and closed the door behind him. Once the door was closed, and I heard him close his own bedroom door, I fell to my knees. I’m f****d.

After I eventually went to bed after thinking everything over, repeatedly, last night, I had a nightmare. Elias was in my dream. He told me he loved me, and when I said it back, he chuckled in my face and asked if I really believed him, then ripped my heart out. I woke up in a cold sweat with tears in my eyes and looked at the clock. Four am. f**k MY LIFE.

I got up half an hour later realising that trying to get to sleep was futile at this point, and went to the house gym, and as I arrived, I could hear someone already there. I peaked round the door, and low an behold, it was Elias at the punching bag. He looked angry, punching the punching bag like his life depended on it, and then stopped and sat down.

“Why am I so stupid?” I heard him say to himself.

I decided I would walk in and said “You’re a man. You’re all stupid.”

He looked up at me with surprise.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“It’s nothing,” he puffed, clearly out of breath from giving the punching bag a good beating. “I was just thinking about stuff.”

“Pray tell?”

He smiled, obviously hearing the worry in my voice. “Maybe some other time.”

“Okay.”

We looked at each other for a while until he cleared his throat and asked “So, what has you in the gym so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep very well. I have a lot on my mind as well.”

“Okay, well, how about we train together then?”

I smiled. “Sounds good.”

He walked over to the two treadmills in the far corner of the room and turned both of them on.

“So, cara, you coming to train or what?” he jested.

“I’m coming asshole jeez,” I said while rolling my eyes. Elias just smiled and jumped on the treadmill. I walked over and jumped on the treadmill beside him and we both started going.

“So, what kind of music do you like to listen to while you work out?” He asked.

“I dunno. It really just depends on my mood. I usually listen to a bit of old dance music though.”

“Like what?”

“Like how about Darren styles’ song Pretty Green Eyes?”

“Never heard of it, but for you. I’ll put anything on,” he said smiling.

He put the song on and we both started doing our thing on the treadmills again, and once we were finished, we went to the punch bag.

“Okay, so, what do you want to do first?” He asked.

“Well,” I pondered, “how about you help me practice some kicks? I’m pretty good with my upper body, but lower body could use a bit of work.”

I noticed him looking to my legs. “I wouldn’t go that far,” he said with a smile.

Oh my god. I’m pretty sure that he meant I have nice legs. The thought made me bow my head in embarrassment, feeling warmth rush to my cheeks. I composed myself quickly and looked back up at him.

“Thanks.”

“Just the truth bella.”

He asked me to move to the side and started doing some fancy kicks I’d never seen anyone do. Who knew kicking someone could be so… elegant?

“So, try the front kick I showed you,” he prompted, moving out of the way to let me near the bag. I stood in my fighting stance and brought my right foot forward and kicked up with the ball of my foot. I turned to Elias for approval and he had a smirk on his face.

“I’m assuming I did well by the looks on your face,” I chimed.

“Very. Now try the roundhouse kick.”

I got to swing my leg around to kick the bag, and I don’t know what happens, but I lose my balance. Before I hit the ground, I could feel Elias’s arms around me in no time. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds longer than we should have, and I don’t know what came over me, but I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He must have been surprised because he didn’t kiss me back straight away, but then after a quick second, he started kissing me almost animalistically. He grabbed my hair and started pulling it lightly, sending a flash of pleasure right through my body. I let out a loud moan and he lifted me up, carried me toward the weights bench, and set me down lengthways. He started kissing me again with the same gumption as before. I swear I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. First, he made sure to strips us both of every ounce of clothing we had on. He then started trailing kisses down my neck, to my breasts, and down my stomach until he reached my c**t. At that moment he looked up at me with a mischievous smile on his face, and then buried my face in it. The pleasure that ran through me was so intense, I didn’t care where we were. I was unable to keep myself from moaning loudly.

“Oh. My. God. I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

“Come for me bella.”

At that moment I did exactly what was asked of me, and I came. I swear this is the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The pleasure shot through me so hard that my whole body shook, and I could feel my toes curl. I grabbed him to me for a kiss, tasting me on hips lips, and rolled him to the floor with me on top.

“Stay there,” I demanded. He smiled.

I trail kissed all the way down until I reach his massive c**k and start sucking. I can hear him moan with pleasure and smiled knowing I was the one doing it to him. I stopped and started kissing up his body again until I reached his lips. I am so hungry for this man. He did my trick and rolled me underneath him.

“I never knew you liked to be a little dominant bella,” he surmised. “I like it, but now it’s my turn.”

I could feel his c**k slowly teasing my slit, and then suddenly it was all inside me. I moaned loudly as the pleasure jolted through me again. He pushed inside me until we both came to our climax and flopped onto of me.

“Holy s**t bella. You are amazing,” he whispered into my ear.

“So are you,” I giggled. It was at that moment I realised, there is no way I can stay away from this man.