Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Berlin holds another one of Elijah's biggest club in the country. Ella and I on the dance floor doing what we do best, having fun as the men sat in VIP talking to one of Elijah's men in Germany who came to see the big boss and give information about Leandro. My hip rocks against Ella's waist whose hands trails over her body laughing hard. With keen interest, pairs of eyes trained at the two hot girls dancing on the floor. Some throw us sly winks causing us to laugh, others tried so hard not to make it obvious they just can't take their eyes away from our bodies dancing in sync.

Shouting to my ear, she says. "Hold on, gotta pee." Replying her with an 'okay' but I guess she didn't hear me quite clear. So she twirls me around to face her. "Did you hear me?"

"Crystal." I smile giving a nod shooing her with my hand. My eyes follows her sashay against bodies before she disappears into the crowd.

Feeling thirsty, I walk to the bar pulling a chair out flagging the bartender down. "Excuse me." His eyes shines coming to my call. I giggle.

"Hi beautiful." Flirty, okay. "What can I get you?"

"Water please." His dark brows furrow.

"Water?"

"Yup water." Popping the 'p' looking away from him towards the VIP lounge. My eyes meets Elijah's whose smouldering gaze trained solely on me. I smile blowing him a kiss. His lips twitch a little still watching me in that electrifying eyes of his sitting like a King on the throne.

"Okay." The bartender drawls in confirmation. "Water coming right up." Taking my eyes back again, I catch his eyes still on me. A heavy blush creep on my face, flushed I look away just as the bartender place my glass of water to my front.

"You seem lonely, need a partner." Not bothered to look at the stranger, I sip my water.

"Sorry I have one." A dismissal tone he didn't catch on quickly.

"Where?" He tries to act cool. "Come on the night is young so why don't we have fun before your partner comes." What is with guys and not giving up? When I don't answer, he reaches to touch me.

"Don't touch me." My face snaps to his in a hard glare. He let's out an ugly laugh. Sizing him up, it's obvious what a spoilt rich kid he is. Blazers to cost a fortune from daddy's account, hair sleek back and that proud egotistical grin sitting on his billion dollar face.

"You don't have to be a bitch about it." About leaving a print of my hand on his face Ella breaks in.

"You didn't just call my girlfriend a bitch." She says dramatically causing me to grin. "Hi baby." Saying so sweetly pulling me down for a kiss which I return before we pull apart. "The only one allowed to call her bitch is me especially when we are fucking so fuck off limp dick." At that I burst out laughing.

"Limp dick?" She grins licking my lipstick off her lips calling for the bartender who was watching us all along. Lustfully, I might add. "What took you so long?"

"Queue. And I had to take a selfie, or two." Giving her a pointed look. "Okay maybe a thousand." Will anything ever surprise me from her? Downing her shot, she hisses sucking

on the slice of lemon.

"Let's dance more. I think they are still in their meeting." Motioning to our men at the VIP.

"Hell ya!" She shouts taking another shot glass. We move to the dance floor again screaming along with the clubbers and jumping on our heels.

Tapping her waist, she follows my gaze to the guy from the bar coming towards us.

"Didn't I just tell you to fuck off." She grits out.

"Sorry I couldn't resist. Two hotties I can let pass me by. How much?" Flashing wads let euros. What? Now I have had it with this guy. Who the fuck does he think he is flashing wads of euros to our faces. But Ella pulls me back shaking her head, interpretation meaning don't bother about the scumbag. We kept on dancing till her hand left my waist landing a hard blow to the face of the spoilt rich kid who groans on the floor.

"Don't you dare touch me again or you will receive more of that." She threatens causing a scene. Yes! That's my bitch.

"You bit..." Alexei and Lucien appears from nowhere intervening.

"Leave or you won't have a life in the next twelve seconds." Alexei threatens deathly calm. His eyes shines darting to the gun he held and back to us behind Lucien.

Standing up. "Sorry man. I was only trying to get laid." Ella struggles against Lucien's grip to hit the man again. Fucking hilarious hearing her yell profanities at the now scared guy. She looks crazy and wild I almost burst out laughing but thanks to Lucien holding her back.

"Fucking hot lesbians." Wrong move as Lucien clout his face. This time he falls hard holding his bleeding nose.

"Oh man! You broke my nose!" He cries in pains.

"Get him out of my club." Bulky men in black came from nowhere dragging him away. His shrill cries came as a harmonious symphony to my ears. I sure hope daddy's money do justice to his disfigured face. Laughing out I turn to see Ella eating my brother's face. Ewww.

"Vlad is waiting for you in VIP." Alexei says saving me from the horror my precious eyes beholds. Not wanting to break the couple, I left to my man; once in range his eyes locks on me watching me watch him as I came closer with each step I take.

"Leave." He commands to the men in the room with him who leave immediately. His eyes softly caress the curve of my body, trailing from my long legs in black strap heels to my very short gown up to my face meeting my flirty gaze who did the same to him.

"Dance for me Princess." He commands.

It took me down the memory lane on the first day we met. The throes of the pleasurable night that can never get off my head.

Ever the defiant one, I pop my hand on my hips flipping my hair. "And what if I say no." Titling his head to the side assessing me all over again, his cherry lips twitches.

"You really don't want to taste my patience."

Seductively, I walk closer till I got to him sitting on the obvious protruding thickness hiding behind his pants. My index trails on his face, grey eyes locks on my hazels.

Whispering softly. "Maybe I do love to rile you..." Meeting his silver grey. "You know, to see what you can do." Immediately his hand yanks my hair, I gasp creaming my thong. Tapping the airpod on his ear, he gives another command in Russian.

"Poluchite avtomobilʹ na peredney chasti Alexei." (Get the car out front Alexei.) Smiling about what's to come in the next few minutes, pleasure upon pleasure untold. I grind on him letting a loud moan fall out of my lips. As much as I love the romantic, passionate sex on the boat, I need him to give it to me like he does. Hard, wild, erotic, breathtaking unadulterated sex.

I want him to choke me, to fuck me to his heart's contempt, to slap my ass as I clench hard on his thick length. I need Elijah to fuck me like he does.

Slowly his hand comes to my breasts squeezing sensually watching my eyes flutter close then pinching my nipples hard eliciting a delicious moan out of my lips before it trails to my neck gripping tight, a devilish grin on his face. One mixed in lust, hungry to eat me up and I willing to give myself again to his hot sexy man.

"I will show you what I can do." A dark promising smirk on this face surrendering my body to him.