Chapter 19: Chapter 19

"Uhhh! Mmh!"

Warm wet tongue swirls sucking hard on my sensitive bud, penetrating deeper slurping my sopping sex over and over again. "Fuck!" My back arch off the bed, one hand gripping his thick locks and the other gripping the soft feathery pillows as I scream for him not to stop at the intense feeling.

"Fuck! I miss your taste." he groans sent heavy vibrations to my core eliciting sinful moans out of my lips. Holding firm on my thighs he dived in for the kill; kissing, sucking and nibbling my clit. The pleasure so intense I almost black out.

"Elijah. Please fuck me." He crawled to me slowly licking his lips before planting them on mine. I could taste myself on his lips as we fought for dominance. He won. Loud gasp escapes at the harsh plunge of his thick fingers in me. My eyes shut tight losing my breathe for a second there. Not letting me recover, he fucks me, thrusting so fast inside I felt I will pee if care is not taken.

"Papi, oh fuck!" I mewl. Biting hard on my lips as my hands rake through my hair down to my

breasts pinching and rubbing my overly sensitive nipples. Oh fuck.

"Look at me Nia." his voice commands but my eyes stays tightly shut swimming in the abyss of his fingers thrusting hard and deep in me.

"I said look at me." he growls, this time yanking me off the bed. Lustful eyes looks into his grey pools as I felt myself close to the brink. His pace never for once slowed instead, it increases causing me to moan louder riding his thick digits.

"Good. Now cum for me." And I let go. Falling down the cliffs of my orgasm that shook me tremendously. His fingers kept thrusting into my slick walls helping me ride out my high. All the while, he have me looking dead in his eyes, proving to me time and over again how much my pleasure belongs to him alone.

My eyes slowly opens looking up. Chest heaving rapidly still coming out of the intensity of my lewd dream. It was all a dream.

"What were you dreaming about?" snapping my head to his voice, I see him sitting beside the bed a knife in his hand as he carves out of a wood not once looking at me.

Sitting up brushing my hair aside. "Nothing." I reply curtly.

"You don't have to lie to me. I can smell your arousal Princess." he eyes shifts to my exposed thigh, gently moving up to my face before giving a cocky smirk. Scoffing at his remark, I drag the covers shielding myself from his penetrating gaze. He smirks coyly taking his eyes back to his handwork continuing where he left off.

"How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough to hear you moan my name." he glance at me. "To beg me to fuck you." going back to his carving. Embarrassed, I look away falling flat on the bed. Someone, just shoot me now.

Letting a deep groan out, I face him. "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's 3:54pm." he looks at his Cartier watch resuming his carving then blows at the sawdust inspecting his creation. This time assessing it carefully.

"And when are we going for the conglomerate party?"

"About three hours from now." okay there's still time. I lay back down smiling at the softness of the mattress. Then it clicked. The time zone is different.

"Elijah!" I bolt up from the bed. "What is wrong with you? I don't have a dress and you made me oversleep." I yell at him running hysterically around the vintage room. He flicked his fingers, people trudge in assemblimg in a row.

"They will help you get ready." he walks over to me kissing my forehead.

"Oh my God! What is wrong with this Russian? I hate you so much right now!" yelling as I'm being pulled to another room to get ready for the night.

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We both walk in into the full swing party. You could smell the stench of rich cigars, expensive perfumes, classy music, hot gents and snobby looking ladies. Elijah's hand wrap around mine ushering us further into the ball room. My fiery red floor length dress drew attention as we walk past everyone. I felt super nervous but at the same time confident having Elijah by my side. I kept my face high and tall wanting to make him proud and with the smoldering godlike face I know he is more than proud of me.

"Vlad. Nia." We turn facing a grinning Alexei. Elijah excuses himself from the conversation we were engaged in with a red hair Irish man. The man bows curtly with a smile walking away.

Watching Elijah and Alexei converse in Russian, feeling left out my eyes took me to the partygoer's in a charade of feigned smiles. When all they wish to do is overtake one another and eliminate rotten spoils. Scanning through the many faces in the beautifully decorated candelabra ball room. I hate to say this but it’s so boring here.

"Nia." I look at him sipping from my champagne flute. "Alexei will stay with you." His hand plays at my exposed back.

"You mean Alexei will protect me from the hungry mafia men." kissing my forehead he gave no reply speaking to Alexei in Russia. By the stern frown on his face, I believe it's a command concerning me.

"Ne pozvolyayte yey iz vashego zreniya." (Don't let her out of your sight.) he saunters away with me glaring daggers at his behind. Fuming at his inflated ego.

"Why does he always do that?" Alexei face morphs into one of confusion looking down at me. Ugh, must I say everything word for word.

"Do what?"

"Shut me out." My eyes search for him amidst the crowd till I found the hot Sexy Russian standing tall and powerful. The ladies were slyly taking a peep or two. I don't blame them one bit. The hot mess once again stole the hearts of unknown women in his black tailored three piece suit. Hair ruffled on top giving him a casual and fierce look at the same time. Jawline perfect as always and to crown it all is the beautiful face that held charisma.

Catching the equally tall blonde with him. "Who is that?" I ask. Alexei follows my line is vision and by the look on his face tells my there's more that meets the eyes. Not taking my chances, I left for the duo.

"Nia wait. Nia!" he whisper scream but I kept moving in between bodies to my target.

"Hello." I greet politely avoiding Elijah's murderous glare.

"And who is this?" she smiles warmly looking at Elijah and I join her awaiting his reply in a grin. Seeing the controlling, possessive, hypocritical son of a gun won't do the honors. I decided to introduce myself.

"Nia. Nia Badmus." outstretched hand towards the foreign woman who accepts it with a smile. This time, it didn't reach her eyes.

"Ty lyubishʹ ikh molodymi , ne tak li ?" (You love them young, don’t you?) she looks at Elijah saying the words.

"Excuse me." interjecting. She looks at me.

"I said he loves them young, fresh, innocent, feisty." inside I'm burning in anger but on the outside, my smile couldn't deter.

"So this is who you replaced me with Vlad. Her." she mocks sizing me. That is my last straw.

"I’m sorry who are you?"

An egotistical smile on her face like she owns the world draws widely on her red stained lips.

"Anya. Anya Petrovsk. His fiancée." Showing off a huge diamond ring on her middle finger.