Before we leave the club I search for Gina to check on her and ask her if it is okay for her if I disappear with Avan. She is fine, not as drunk as before, drank water and met some old friends of her that would take good care of her. Otherwise I wouldn't have left her, but she urged me to 'finally get laid'.
That I was already about to experience round three was something I would tell her tomorrow.
Now I'm walking next to the intimidating man and my heart flutters lightly as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
"Avan," I begin, "how did you know about the storage room? Is that even allowed? I'm sure it wasn't."
I look up to him while he looks down at me. He chuckles lightly then flashes me a devilish smirk.
"Oh, I'm sure the manager will make an exception for you, love."
My brows furrow. "You don't own the club, do you?" I assume.
"I do." He states, looking at me.
I nod and humm. If rich millionaire would be a parfume, he would reek of it, so I'm not exactly caught off guard nor am I overly impressed. I have money too, I just envy that his fortune is his and not something someone else uses to keep him dependent with. That's what I'm impressed by. Nothing more, nothing less.
•••••
As soon as the door to his apartment opens we're making out again, this time I jump and he catches me with my legs around his hips. His hands steady my body while he walks through the rooms.
He kicks a door open while I kiss his neck. I see a beautiful bedroom in front of me when I remove my lips from his skin, then I meet his eyes.
He sits me down onto the edge of the comfy matress and stands in between my opened legs. Avan towers over me with a dark look inside his eyes, as if I was his prey or the mortal in front of a god.
His hand moves to my throat and settles there in between my chin, which he raises with one of his fingers until my head is thrown back into my neck fully.
I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying his dominating touch. My legs clench around his and my breathing falters when he squeezes my throat shortly.
When I open my eyes I see a dark smirk on his perfect face. He raises an eyebrow. "I knew you had a dirty mind behind those beautiful eyes the first time I saw you, Sophia."
"Now do me a favor and get out of your clothes."
I gulp, suddenly a bit nervous. I'm not drunk enough to not be at least a little insecure now but I get out of my dress quickly. His eyes roam over my body, taking in my lace underwear. Avan licks his lips and my ego grows for the second time today.
He lunges down to me, kissing me again. His tongue dives into my mouth, exploring me again. I moan and feel the intense need for him that never really left.
He gets out of his shirt and I let my hands roam over his muscles and tattoos.
"Fuck," I curse by the sight.
The god closes his eyes and groans by my touch. I love how small I feel compared to his tall frame and broad figure, and that's exactly why I'm getting too impatient to have any more foreplay.
My hands unbotton his pants and I entwine his hips with my arms to pull them down. Suddenly I feel something and grab the thing that had just stuck in the waistband of his pants. His eyes widen slightly in realization when mine do the same, looking at the gun in my hands.
That's whathemeant when hesaidhe isn't good either, isn't it?
A Glock 32. Black, matte, deadly.
I look up to him and he opens his mouth to talk. Before he can say one word I pull him down to me and connect our lips again.
"I have a Glock 19," I say truthfully, a few moments later, my voice sensual and smooth. The gun is still in my hand so I put it onto the nightstand instead. Luigi is obsessed with guns and other weapons and I had to learn how to handle them after we got married.
His gaze darkens even more. "Hell, you need to stop being so sexy or I will really fuck you senseless," he says before he makes me get onto the bed fully while removing his last clothes, another condom in his hand from his pocket.
"Do it," I get to say before he hovers over me again, claiming my lips as he opens my bra. I pull the straps down my shoulders and cool air hits my breasts.
He groans, his hands wandering up and down my ripcage until he lets his thumbs stroke over the swell of my chest to my nipples. My back arches and I raise my upper body to him.
"Tell me how you want me to fuck you, love."
My cheeks heat up but the lust is greater than my embarassment. "I want to ride you," I breath. He smirks and changes our position so quickly I can't even think about it. I'm on top of him, hovering over his crotch. I have control, total control. I love it.
Quickly I pull my underwear down and get out of it as elegantly as possible. It wasn't, but none of us cared. He rolls the condom onto his dick and I look into his eyes when I let myself sink down onto him.
I moan and although I already know how he feels like, I'm certain I will never get used to it. He seems to think the same by the way he grabs my waist and furrows his brows while groaning lowly.
I begin to move, he begins to guide my hips and suck on my chest. Every kiss and touch burning into my mind. Avan's hands glide over my skin, my waist, my hips, my breasts, my legs- especially my thighs. It makes me crazy. Crazy for him and his addictive touch. A perfect mixture of soft and rough.
"You take me so well, baby," he groans, watching my every move. His words make me moan again.
I feel him deep inside of me and I look down to us. I bite my lips hardly when I watch him thrust into me. The image wakes a dark part of me I never knew existed.
A few more thrusts from beneath me and I feel my body preparing to jump off the cliff.
"There you go, come for me," he moans.
And just like that my body lets go and I reach heavens.
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