Wicked Games

18- Eliana

Chapter Eighteen | Eliana

I want to rip Reid's clothes off and jump on him right now.

Gosh, I've been deprived of dick for way too long.

All of us are sitting on a long table, waiting for this Dax to make an entrance. Reid filled me in on what the man has been doing with his life. He's been destroying organisations, like the one Baker has created, and it all started because he had been taken from his parents at a young age and was conditioned only to be a killer. He was even told to kill his brother at one stage, the poor guy.

But as of now, all I can focus on is Reid, who is sitting next to me. He's ditched the navy jacket and has rolled the sleeves of his crisp, white dress shirt up. The first three buttons are undone, revealing his smooth tanned chest, and all I want is to lean forward, and lick his skin. It doesn't help that I think he knows my intentions because now and again he keeps brushing his leg against mine, or running his hand up and down my thigh, his cool rings against my skin causing me to shiver and my legs to clench.

I release a shaky breath, and then make eye contact with Ivan who sits across the table with an intense look on his face. My whole body goes rigid. I'm not stupid. Ivan wants what he can't have. He was the same when we were all teenagers, always trying to convince me that me and him would be a better match, but nothing could pull me away from Reid.

I look away from Ivan and turn my gaze back onto Reid who is now staring at me with an expression just as intense as Ivan's, only his holds a lot more possessiveness. There's a very heavy tension between the two of us right now. He runs his eyes down my body, I lick my lips, and then he abruptly stands up from his chair causing heads to turn.

"Where are you going, son? Dax will be here soon." King questions with furrowed brows.

"Ellie isn't feeling too good." I'm not? "I'm gonna take her to get some fresh air." I give everybody a tight smile and stand up from the chair to take Reid's hand who has no more time to acknowledge the others and pulls us out of the private conference room of the hotel, and toward what looks to be a storage room.

"I feel fine."

"Hmm." He hums, pushes the door open, and shoves me in before closing and locking the door behind him.

His lips are on mine, and he shoves me up against the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. I moan against his lips, and then my head falls to the side when he thrusts up against me and peppers the sensitive skin on my neck with sloppy kisses.

"Fuck me, Reid. Please." I beg, and he pauses to look at me, his hands tight around my waist. "Fuck me," I repeat.

Reid hikes my dress up to my waist, and I reach down to unzip his trousers and pull him out of his boxers. His fingers push my lace to the side, and he slips them along my folds and then inside of me.

"So fucking wet." He grunts, burying his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. "All fucking mine." His thumb circles my clit and I whimper, biting my lip as I remember we can't be too loud because we're literally in a random storage cupboard.

"You're so handsome," I whisper, cradling his face, so he looks up at me. Pink colours his cheeks and he smiles, resting his forehead against mine. "So, so gorgeous." I keep throwing compliments at him, and he chuckles, and then takes me by surprise when he lines himself up at my entrance and thrusts inside of me. The full feeling of him ignites a loud moan from me which causes him to cover up my mouth with his huge hand. 

My fingers thread through his dark, wavy hair, and I spread my legs further, wanting to feel him deeper inside of me.

"Shit, Ellie!" He grits. "It's been too fucking long, can't tell you how much I've missed this fucking pussy." Fucking hell! My walls clench tighter around him, and I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders, my lips brushing against his for more kisses.