Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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CHAPTER 9

Cristiano

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I forced myself to calm down. It took everything in me not to lose my composure when out of the corner of my eye, I watched the pain in the ass kick her feet up onto my dash. The fact that she was able to read me so easily had me on edge. Most people didn't pick up on my little habits or what some would call daily rituals. If they did, it never came up because, unlike the brat sitting next to me, they knew better.

Grinding my teeth, I thought about how I was not too fond of it because it was the one aspect of my life, and I had no control over it. When I was a child, it was much worse. Children in my classes would taunt and tease me, so I quickly learned to hone most of the incessant tics, in order to hide my weaknesses.

Though apparently not well enough.

Clearing my throat, I desperately tried to even my voice. "Where am I heading?" I asked, already aware of where Lorella lived. I'd spent many nights scoping the place out when her brothers became a threat to my business, even though they did their best to keep her existence under wraps. For her protection, I was sure.

Luckily for them, I wasn't like most of the bastards in our industry, or I'd have used this slight weakness to my advantage. 

Instead of telling me the address, she leaned forward and typed it into the GPS that was built into my car. I tightened my jaw, realizing not only were her shoes leaving dirt on my dash, but now her fingertips were sketching smudges once again on the face of my radio.

"What?" Lola asked with a hint of amusement in her voice as she deliberately and slowly skimmed her finger across the plexiglass surface. "Nothing," snapping at her. I clutched the steering wheel in an attempt to control the urge to pull the car over, drag her from the passenger's seat, and bend her bratty ass over my knee.

"Jesus, calm down. No need to be so snappy, gramps."

Gramps? I swallowed the growl that threatened to escape my chest. Scoffing, I was two seconds from showing her how old I really was. Lola rolled her eyes and pulled down the passenger-side mirror, and began applying red lipstick to the supple lips that I'd picture wrapped around my cock. Cristiano, don't you even think about going there. That girl is trouble. I reminded myself.

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Lola

I couldn't help the smirk that crept across my face watching his body go taut out of the niche of my eye. It was pretty funny, actually. So I pressed further, digging my heels into the matte surface of his dash, making sure to leave tiny scuff marks that I knew would get under his skin.

"Jesus, must you sit like an undisciplined child?" Cristiano all but snarled in my direction, and I choked back a laugh.

"I always sit this way, " I smiled sweetly at him.

"Yeah, that was my point, " he scoffed. "No home training." So we were back to that? I clenched my jaw, flaring my nostrils in annoyance at his little comment.

"Do you know what I find funny?" I asked rhetorically, but he answered anyway.

"Not really."

Sighing, I blotted my lips and lowered my feet down to the car's floorboard before turning to face his side. "For some reason, that is beyond me. You think I give two fucks about what you think of me," angrily huffing at his audacity to dare judge me, I narrowed my eyes. "I don't. Especially with you speaking to me the way that you do, and I'm starting to think you'd really love it if my knee took up permanent residence with your groin."

"Watch it," he barked, causing me to sneer at him.

That's right, asshole. Lose your cool so I can make it on that promise.

"Or what, Mr. Sex Club Owner?" I mumbled, leaning over the center console so that my lips were at his ear, and I readied myself to break him down. "You gonna spank me?" He stiffened at my words, causing my eyes to flicker over his tightly round body. Humming in satisfaction, I nudged him further. "I bet that's exactly what you want," tilting even nearer to him, my lips were a hair away from brushing against the shell of his ear, and my eyes darted to see his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the wheel.

"Lola," Cristiano said my name as a warning, but I wasn't quite ready to end this little game. So I pushed even further. Ignoring the caution signals in my head, I did the unthinkable. His breath hitched as my tongue traced the seam of his ear before nipping at it.

"I bet your palms are itching to bend me over and redden my ass." Cristiano cursed my name, and I yelped in surprise when the car suddenly came to a halt, causing my whole body to jerk sideways. Without looking at me, he yanked his seatbelt off and hopped out of the car. My heart pounded out of my chest as I watched him pad around the front of the vehicle, looking as though he were on a mission.

Panic quickly set in, and I immediately began to regret pushing him so far. Ohmigod, was he actually going to spank me? Oh, fuck no. Before I could reach for the door to stop him from getting in, it came swinging open. I attempted to move, but he blocked the exit with his large body as he towered over me. A drought settled in my mouth, and my eyes widened, looking up at the man I'd been taunting for the past twenty minutes.

Flexing his jaw a few times, Cristiano's greenish blue eyes connected with mine, instantly boring into my soul. "If you were mine, I'd do more than redden your ass, brat." He growled low but deadly, sending a wave of arousal straight to my lonely pussy. My breath caught and pressed my thighs together to suppress the ache. I swallowed hard as his cyan eyes glanced down, following the moment of my legs. Then he licked his lips before meeting my horrified gaze with a knowing smirk. "Now get the hell out of my car," he demanded me, his smug demeanor snapping me back to reality.

I was about to argue that he could not just leave me on the side of the road. But realization dawned on me as I became aware of my surroundings. It seemed I was so wrapped up in our little back and forth that I hadn't even noticed we were parked outside my home. He back away, clearing that way for me to leave, still sporting that stupid fucking smirk like he'd one up'd me or something.

Asshole.

Gathering my dignity, I made my way out of his car and into my house though not before looking up into the visor mirror to finish primping myself, much to his annoyance. "Well, this sure was an uneventful evening." I sighed. "I'd thank you for the ride. But I'm more than certain I could've managed on my own." I trailed a finger over my bottom lip, watching his eyes following the moment in the tiny glass that was dimly lit."and as for being yours? It'll never fucking happen, old man." I confessed before kissing my own reflection, leaving the etch of my rosy-red pout behind, knowing it would drive him completely mad.

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