26-Crow
1058 Words
At his words, I yanked against his grip, but he only tightened his hold, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Dammit, Crow, what do you want from me?" I cried.
"Everything." His voice was a seductive purr. "I'll give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. But I'll also demand your submission. You're mine to protect, to cherish and...to punish."
My breath caught in my throat as he bent down to kiss me again, his tongue probing my mouth with an urgency that made my body betray me. I couldn't help but respond, my hips bucking up to meet his growing need.
"You don't understand," I whispered when he pulled away, panting. "I need this job. Leo needs it."
He stared down at me, his eyes softening slightly. "I know," he murmured. "But now, you're in this with me. Whether you like it or not."
With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he released my wrists, his body moving over mine, his c**k pressing insistently against my thigh. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby," he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
The weight of his body was like a blanket of warmth, his skin slick with the pool water and his masculine scent overwhelming. His hand traveled down my body, finding my clit, and he began to rub in slow circles, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice gruff with desire.
"I do," I whispered, the truth of it echoing in every cell of my being.
He leaned down to claim my mouth, his kiss fierce and possessive. I felt him sliding into me, stretching me, filling me up. The sensation was so intense, I moaned into his mouth, my nails digging into his back.
As he began to move, his rhythm was slow and deliberate, each stroke a declaration of ownership. I arched my back, meeting him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself.
The pleasure was like a storm, building and building until I thought I couldn't take anymore, until I was begging him to make me come apart. And when it finally crested, I felt like I was soaring.
Afterwards, he lay beside me, his arms around me, his heart beating fast against my back. "You're mine," he whispered again. "And I'll protect you with everything I am."
I snuggled into his embrace, the weight of his words heavy on my heart. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew I was in deeper than I had ever imagined.
But as the night grew darker, and the house grew colder, the doubt began to creep in. What had I gotten myself into? Could I really handle being with a man like Crow, a man who lived by his own rules, a man whose world was so different from my own?
And what about Mel? This was her dad. I was her best friend. Would she be okay with this?
I tried to push the thoughts aside, to focus on the here and now, but as the dawn began to break, they were like a siren's call, pulling me under. I knew that no matter what, my life had changed forever.
As the first light of day filtered through the blinds, I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Crow. Dressing quickly, I tiptoed downstairs, the quiet of the early morning giving me a moment to think.
Mel was already in the kitchen, her hair a wild mess, but her eyes were clear and sharp as she took in my disheveled state. "You slept with him, didn't you?" She practically snarled the words.
"What? No!" I said too quickly, the lie sticking in my throat.
Her eyebrow arched. "Bullshit." She grabbed a coffee cup from the cabinet, slammed it on the counter, and glared at me. "I know that look. That's the same look you had when you snuck out to see Jason after curfew."
"Look, it's complicated," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know what happened."
"It's complicated?!" Mel's voice rose, the mug slipping from her grasp and shattering on the floor. "You're my best friend, and he's my dad! That's not complicated, Oceano. That's f****d up!"
The shards of the mug echoed the shattering of our friendship's fragile façade. The silence was deafening until Mel took a deep, shaky breath. "What am I supposed to do?"
"You don't have to do anything," I whispered, my eyes pleading. "This doesn't change us."
But as I looked into her eyes, I saw the doubt, the hurt, the betrayal. I knew it was a lie, even as I spoke the words. It changed everything.
Mel picked up a piece of the shattered mug, her knuckles white with the force of her grip. "You're working for him," she said, her voice flat. "And now you're... with him."
"It's not like that," I protested weakly. "It just happened."
"And what happens when it's not just 'happening' anymore?" Mel shot back. "What happens when he decides you've had enough?"
"I won't" I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
But Mel just stared at me, her expression one of sadness and anger. "You don't know my dad like I do. You don't know his world. You don't know what he's capable of."
I didn't know what to say. The truth was, I didn't know Crow's world. All I knew was that I needed the job, and I wanted to help Leo. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted Crow too.
"Just... don't get too attached," she warned, her eyes searching my face. "Promise me that."
I nodded, my throat tight. "I promise."
Mel turned away, her shoulders slumped, and I knew that our friendship had just taken a hit that might never fully heal.
I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then Crow appeared in the kitchen. He was shirtless, his chest muscular and covered in tattoos. His leather pants hung low on his hips as, barefoot, he silently crossed the room to the coffee pot. After pulling a cup out of the cabinet, he poured coffee into it. Seconds passed, before, voice low and gruff, he murmured, "I heard. I'll talk to her."
I simply nodded, my heart breaking.
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