The Billionaire's Whispers Of Pleasure

Chapter 14

“We can't do that here. We signed a contract for a reason,” I reason the moment I open the door again, and I swallow when my throat feels like it's closing up. Every inch of my body screams for him, and if he does not leave, my facade might cave in.

The corner of his lips turns up before he steps closer; his eyes seem like hypnosis in my head.

“See you at the bar then, Valeria,” he responds, his voice low and laced with meaning as he holds my gaze with his, turns around, and leaves. When I no longer see him in my sight, I let out a deep breath I have been holding before closing the door behind me, leaning my back against it, and smiling at myself, proud that I was able to resist him despite my body agreeing to his temptation. My body is burning with utter desire, and I might catch on fire if I don't do something with it. Locking the door behind me, I take out the gun from behind my back and look at it with hesitation before I unbutton my pants, pull the zip down, wiggle the pants down to my feet, and step out of them.

Closing my eyes and arching my back against the back of the door, I slide the barrel of the gun into the crack of my slippery s*x, and I bite my bottom lip as I pull it out and in, back and forth, Rocco's eyes watching me in my head and a smirk playing across his lips. I moan his name and speed up my pace, my other hand reaching for my breasts and kneading them. Not long after, pressure builds up below my stomach, and I quicken my pace even more. Rocco's name echoes in the room in a successive chant. My s*x clamps down before liquid squirts out of my s*x, coating the gun and sliding down my legs.

Smiling wide, I catch my breath as I look down at the mess I make on the gun. When my body finally calms down, I head for the bathroom and wash the gun in the sink before I clean myself. When I'm done, it's only when I realize that I was cooking and I had forgotten entirely about it. I resume cooking with nothing on. I'm alone anyway, and I'm not expecting any visitors unless someone arrives unexpectedly. The smell of what I'm cooking slowly hangs in the air, and excitement dances in my stomach.

As I'm eating, my mind drifts to Rocco, and what he said earlier almost sounds like a warning about what he's going to do to me later: he almost sounded as if he was telling me to brace myself for the consequences of opposing him. Though I love that he respects my decision to not do it here despite letting me know that it would be a breach of the contract and I would be paid for it. Even without the money, I would have caved in had he just persisted.

In the middle of eating, I receive a text from Luz inviting me to go over to her place because she has something to tell me that she can't tell through text. Luz doesn't have any idea that I'm working at the bar, and I don’t plan on letting her know about it unless she suspects. I send her a response letting her know that I will be there in an hour.

Soon after, I'm in my car setting up the dash cam at the back and making sure it's turned on, and I look at the gun in my hand and place it in the compartment. I reach for the rearview mirror and fix it before I slip the key in the ignition, and the car quickly revs to life. Pulling out of the parking space, I remind myself to stay alert in case someone follows me again this time.

There's one thing that doesn't add up to everything: whoever follows and watches me has had a lot of chances to do whatever they want to do to me, and I never truly feel in danger. It's not that I'm waiting for them to show up and kill me, but I'm just saying that they might not mean any harm to me. What do they want from me then? Are they waiting for the right time to kill me? One thing is for sure: my parents did something. Whatever my parents did, they're asking for the payment right now, and the payment is with me or... me.

My forehead creases when I see a suspicious black car behind me in the side mirror, and I keep glancing back and forth in the side mirror to make sure that I'm not followed, but when I turn left, the car follows my direction. I tell myself to calm down as I glance at the gun in the compartment, making sure it's still there, but when I turn to another road, the car heads straight, and I blow a breath of irritation and relief. Putting the car to a halt on the side road, I inhale and exhale. It turns out I was not being followed at all, and I'm just being paranoid.

I arrive at Luz's apartment minutes later. I see Luz get out of the front door as I'm getting out of the car, and she waves at me as if we were not together a while ago. I make my way to her, and she tells me to come in, smiling, but there's something in her expression that is wrong.

“Just sit wherever you're most comfortable. I'll be back in a second,” she says, going to the kitchen. Luz's apartment is decent; it's spacious, and she has a lot more things than I have in my apartment, but mine's bigger and more spacious.

“Okay,” I respond, sitting on a sofa and crossing my legs together. Luz comes back out a second later holding a tray with bread and two cans of dark soda.

Setting the tray and handing me the can of dark soda, she sits across from me with that expression I noticed from her earlier.

“What do you need to tell me?” I ask, though I think I have an idea of what she might tell me. I open the can and bring it to my lips, and I grimace as the bubbly liquid touches my throat.

“Here,” she says, handing me her phone.

I look at her in confusion before I take the phone from her and look at it. My forehead wrinkles. Someone sent her a message, warning her: stay away from her. The 'her' is obviously me. It was sent just after I dropped her off earlier.

“I was confused at what they meant, and until now I don't know what the message means,” she says, a bit of panic in her voice.

“What's going on, Valeria? I'm not afraid of my life, I'm afraid that something might happen to you,” she expresses, worried.

I look at Luz. “I don't know either. I think it's better that we don't see each other now. I'm still trying to figure this all out.”

Luz doesn't disagree. “I'm afraid something big is going on that you're not telling me. I mean, it's fine that you don't tell me, but you should have someone trusted that you can share it with and help you,” she suggests, and Luz is right. Rocco is the only person I can trust for now, and he's the only person that might be able to protect me if something comes up. But does he really want to protect me, or does he just want me for my body? It doesn't matter. I can protect myself.

I did not survive the death of my parents just to cower in fear and rely on anybody for protection.

“I understand, and I appreciate you, Luz. And I'm sorry if this freaks you out.”

“It's fine. I did freak out earlier, but I'm more worried about you.”

I stay for a few more minutes before I decide to leave. I ask Luz to stop texting and calling me for a while, and she understands. On the highway, I keep my mind clear and focus on the road, but just then, my phone dings with a message on the seat beside me. Eyes on the road, my hand reaches for it. I take my eyes off the road and look at the message saying: the clock is ticking.

I memorized the number that texted Luz, and the space between my brows creases when I see it's not the same. I type a message to the number that sent a text to me just now, and it fails to send. They want to play a game? Well, I would love to play with them with all my heart. Let's see who loses at the end.

I pull up Nail's contact and send him a text asking him to give me Rocco's number. He takes five minutes before he responds with Rocco's number. I save the number to my contact list before sending Rocco a text to send me his location, and when he does a minute later, the corner of my lips curls up.

My grip tightening around the steering wheel and my foot pressing the gas pedal, the car speeds up beyond the speed limit as I fix my eyes on the road.

“Rocco, here I come,” I mutter below a whisper as a smile dances on my lips. It doesn't take me long before I arrive at the location Rocco sent me. Two men in black guarding a massive and towering gate, one of them calls someone before the gate opens wide. Passing through it, a huge mansion looms ahead, making me look so tiny. When I arrive at the mansion, I look at the four men in black standing at the entrance of the mansion. They don't move, nor do they throw me a glance, and each holds a gun. Rocco must have informed them beforehand about my arrival.

Turning the key in the ignition, I open the door, step out one of my legs before I follow with another one, and just then, the huge door opens and Rocco reveals himself—his mask still concealing his face. Closing the door behind me, I flash him a smirk before strutting my way to him. The four men attempt to point their guns at me, but Rocco quickly raises his hand, stopping them.