Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Chapter song Eleven by khalid

Elijah

I blink feeling my body come alive from the nearness of him. "Now step away from her."

Making an obvious threat has me sizing him up. His tailored all black armani tuxedo plays a great contrast against his pale skin which also compliments his silver grey eyes behind a silver mask. My lips all sudden gets chapped swiping at it with the tip of my tongue catching his penetrating gaze dart away from Santiago to my lips before moving to my eyes. I almost had a heart attack from such electrifying moment. My chest heaves rapidly as if seeking for respiration.

Get yourself together Sonia. He is just a male.

The funniest part is that Elijah is not just any male. He is the commander, the alpha, a king enforcing his rules as his law stands mighty and proud. His aura so sickening like that of a god to the envy of all. My heart skips at every rate, adrenaline running along my veins, excitement coursing through me. I can't pinpoint the emotions driving my nerves on a high but seeing him standing here challenging, well not challenging, more like staking his claim of his priceless possession have me wondering Okay stop it.

"And who are you to make false claims?" Santiago grit the words out tugging me to him having me realize he still has a grip to my arm wincing slightly at the discomfort. What just happened in the next few seconds became my undoing watching Elijah's eyes flit to his grip on my wrist and back to Santiago in a deadly stare slowly taking off his mask. His grey eyes deep and cold like that of an angry menace waiting to cause havoc.

A step forward got him closer intimidating Santiago with his height. "Vladmir Ivanov, and I am Papi." The arrogant Russian says proudly in a taunting standoff.

Oh fuck! I just came. Fuck!

Santiago's dilate eyeballs reflects mine but held two different meanings. His held shock if not possibly fear unconsciously withdrawing; like a whiplash he turns glaring at me with hatred while mine is the embarrassment of what I just did. My breathing jagged and uneven having Elijah glance at me; a heavy flush covers my face obvious about the wheels turning in his head on what just took place causing his lip to twitch a little before going back to Santiago.

"Get your hands off my woman or you won't live to see that arm again." He commands lowly. The bliss of it is seeing the deathly stare Santiago has unhanding me shielding behind the

facade of how scared he actually is. Like a cherry on top.

"You lied." Clearing his throat. "This is not over." To say I processed his threat in my brain will be the biggest lie when all I was experiencing in me is euphoria still coming out of that woozy haze. I did not get to see him walk away like an angry bird when all my attention is solely on the man in tux looking at me, eyeing every inch of my body, no word; dauntless as usual. But I know, I know behind those grey held a billion meanings waiting to unfold. A hand draws me wrapped in touching my exposed back snapping me out of my mini trance. I look at the sexy Russian giving an idiotic girly smile.

Yup. I'm a goner.

"Elijah. You made it." Ever the emotionless one, he nod caressing my face with his intense greys in deep concentration. Trying not to squirm or swoon harder than I already did and embarrassing myself further I look away to the eyes which has been slyly on us as a few whispering reaches my ears.

They now know. They know he is alive.

"I could not get the image of the number of men flocking around you at the party while I was away so I hastened it up." He says looking at me then I realized we stood in the middle of the dancing partners not dancing.

What are they thinking? Why are they looking at us? Did that woman just wink at my man?

"I miss you." Blurting out of the blue creating a smile on his face. Not wanting to dwell on the issue of what tomorrow brings now Elijah has revealed himself in front of half the prominent men in Italy.

"Hmm." His attention meets the eyes watching us openly now. His gaze didn't falter instead he meets his intense grey with theirs and just like a switch their heads snaps looking away from his penetrating gaze. Chuckling internally, I rest my head to his chest enveloping myself in his scent, his manly cologne titillating my nostril, teasing my braincells in a mad rush as my eyes close relishing on the effect he has on me.

Hands wraps around me as we slow dance. He whispers."How important is your presence here?" What?

"What?" I muse playfully meeting his face.

To answer my question his head tilts low connecting his lips to mine for a deep, lusty and romantic passion filled kiss in the eyes of everyone at the party. Loud gasp is heard everywhere. Do I give fuck?

The answer is NO!

We pull away letting the lusty cloud hover above us.

"What do you say about ditching with me?" Pausing, his brows quirks as if calculating or thinking making him look less feral and more cute. "Ditch? That is what you people call it right?" The grin on my face grows to a wide smile titling my head to the side observing him but Elijah is one not to waste time especially when he craves for something dragging me away from the party and into the elevator.

"Take off your panties." The first thing he says after watching me like a hawk and loving how I shift on my feet giddy as a fish out of water. He has to be joking right? Shocked registers on my face blinking rapidly. He has to be joking right? Elijah we know is never joking watching him watch me, waiting, breathing evenly while mine screams excitement wanting to combust from the sheer thought of doing the dirty in an elevator. How can I be aflame and he looks meek as ever?

Expelling deeply licking my lips hand went under my dress tugging the lace champagne panties down my leg. Just get it over with. "Slowly." He commands looking at me heatedly, hands deep in pockets leaning on the mirror elevator wall pausing the pace at which I pulled off my panties. My body betrays me further pushing to obey him... Please him... Satisfy the King.

Rising up revealing my panties to him, he says nothing just watching me. Walking to him, I fix

the lace piece in his jacket walking backwards to my previous position watching him. "How wet is my pussy?"

"Enough to please you Papi." Saying boldly meeting his intense heated gaze. True to my words, down there is a dripping faucet wanting him to slurp on my juices, nipples poking the thin material as my breast begs for his attention. I am beyond horny for him.

"Touch yourself." Another command have me thinking what the fuck is about this elevator. Or what is wrong with him right now as my mouth flies open in disbelief.

"Huh?"

"Touch yourself...Slowly." This is bad. The possibility of getting caught heightens my arousal. Nodding absentmindedly, my hand reaches for the breasts squeezing and tugging the hard nipples giving it a dire needy attention moaning softly my eyes solely on him. His heated gaze intensifies my pleasure, grey eyes goes primal watching me touch myself.

Invholuntarily closing my eyes as soon as my hand meets my wet core. The soft mewls grower louder throwing my head back rubbing the sweet bud of my clit. Flicking back and forth on the bundle of escatsy squirming and shivering from the intense pleasure.

"Keep your eyes on me Princess." Willing myself I did so digging my fingers inside my drench pussy dragging my fingers along my sensitive walls. The feeling so good I moan louder and louder increasing tempo to a faster pace to the brink of cumming all the while tweaking my nipples and playing with my breasts. "Don't cum." My eyes snaps open looking at him pleading. But I want to, I need to...I have to.

The visual image of him touching me, hands roaming my body in scintillating gestures, lips on mine kissing me feverishly, the fullness of his length in me drags me closer to the cliff. Moaning and mewling, my fingers thrusts harder and faster just from the thoughts in my head looking at him watching me pleasure myself.

Mmh! Uh-huh! Oh yes!

"I said don't cum Sonia." He commands pushing off the edge walking to me. My orgasm

drawing closer and closer.

"Stop." The worst happens.

"Elijah." I cry not stopping a second as I finger fuck my pussy harder crying out from the pleasure. If I don't cum I will end up fucking him in the elevator and the sinister in him loves my state, feeding off my arousal and plea. Taking my hands out of my pussy himself he brings my drenched fingers to his lips, eyes on me swallowing the both fingers licking it off in one swipe biting the fingers after. Fuck, that is hot. I want more. My body is on fire.

"Elijah." Moaning. The throbbing sensation becoming unbearable to dismiss rubbing my thighs together in hopes to quench the thirst driving me on a high.

"You like that don't you." Pressing himself on me, the hard bulge poking me deliciously.

Ding

"Saved by the Bell." He chuckles to my ear getting a new sensation arousing me furthermore. The arrogant Russian didn't even have decency to pull away but stayed in place rendering me useless for his charms. The older couple curse at us, whispering profanity, eyeing us but Elijah had to irk them further by burying his head on the crook of my neck sucking harshly grinding his crotch on my dripping core separated by our clothes.

I swear I tried, tried to hold the deep moan, tried to push him off, tried not to get excited. I failed woefully doing the exact opposite of what I planned.

The older couple escapes the elevator the next floor rushing out having all decency to fly out of my head. Palming his dick in one hand the free hand yanks his hair connecting our lips passionately.

"Stop it Nia." He whispers sexily. Rather my hands goes in his pants cupping his dick hearing him breath deeply looking at me like he wants to stop me but cannot. I didn't give him the second to rethink connecting our lips again caressing his now hard dick.

"Behave yourself or I will have to fuck you in an elevator." He grips my neck, heavy breathing fanning my face, eyes dark and fogged, he wants me.

"I don't care Elijah... I need you." I can see the internal battle he has within but I know he will never deny me especially of himself. Hitting a button got us on a floor pulling me into a room and forced on my knees opening his fly pulling the beautiful dick out to my face.

"Suck." He commands but the sound of desperation is lurking in the shadows of his voice. Smiling, I swallow him till his tip hit the back of my throat; hollowing my cheeks hearing curses fly out of his lips throwing his head back yanking my hair. "Fuck!"

Deeper and harder I suck his dick that expands inside my mouth; licking, sucking and kissing rotates to driving him mad. He begins to fuck my mouth himself, grunting and groaning like a sexy beast creating new found wetness on my pussylips.

"Uh fuck!" Looking at him through my lashes, watching his face contort into a beautiful one biting his lips and moaning for me makes me want to please him more.

"Yes! Just like that Princess. Fuck! Fuck yes!" He cums, swallowing it up looking at him breathing heavily. He pulls me up crashing his lips on mine tasting himself on my lips. Like a flash he rip my dress apart in-between kisses till I stood naked for him. His grey eyes looks mad, hard, primal; I want to be scared but this is who I want, how I love him and what I need right now. He picks me bridal style to the bed carefully placing me down getting in between my part legs.

Wait... How did we get in this roooo...

"Oh! My! Gawd!" I scream as he thrust deeply inside of me that I almost black out from the intense pleasure. Not letting me adjust he begins to thrust into my drenched pussy wildly.

"Papi...fuck me! Harder!" Hoisting my legs on his waist getting him hitting my spot repeatedly have me moaning like a wanting mess. Kissing the air out of my lungs, he long thrusts drives harder and deeper like no tomorrow and to hell about the tomorrow when I have now... Fuck!

So good! ...when I have now to live.

"Uhhh yessss! Yeahhh!"