Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 32

Lola

I'm handed a blindfold, and I put it on without question. The young driver took my bags and then helped me into the back of the all-black SUV. After leaving the police station, I had enough time to shower and change before the car Cristiano sent for me arrived.

Once settled into the seat, I blindly turned to face the door. "Thank you, Mister...?" I paused for a few moments, patiently waiting for the driver to answer.

"Luca. You're welcome, M-Ms. Mariano," he said anxiously and cleared his throat. "Watch your feet, please."

Nodding, I scooted myself further into the car as I heard the door close behind him, and I smiled. I was not too fond of the idea of having someone drive me around and not knowing his name. So it made me happy he was just as nervous as I was.

The drive was long and quiet. My mind ran rampant with everything that had happened that day. And I honestly had to wonder if the man I was riding to meet was responsible for Brody's disappearance.

When we arrived at the club, the car door opened as soon as we parked. "Hello, Lorella," Cristiano said, reaching out and taking my arm. I pulled the blindfold off immediately, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.

"Hi, Cristiano," I said with a small smile, stepping out of the SUV. Cristiano nodded to Luca, who immediately rounded the vehicle to retrieve my overnight bags.

Taking my bags, Cristiano placed a hand on my lower back and ushered me through the club. The receptionist, Francesca, was lovely actually, but I hadn't missed the sharp looks from the other women we passed as he led me to his office. My stomach flipped, knowing they wished they were me, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction deep within my gut.

Cristiano placed my things down and sat at his desk. He motioned for me to take a seat as he began signing off on the nearest stack of paperwork. After a few signatures, he ran his hand over the top of his head as though he was stressed, and a tendril of his black hair fell onto his forehead. "How was your day," he asked without looking up from his work.

"It's been long," I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, eyeing the beautiful man sitting in front of me. I was supposed to ask him if he knew anything about Brody's disappearance, and all I could think about was jumping him because apparently since I've met him, my hormones have been running my life. Jesus, Lola, get it together.

"I'm glad to be here, though," I told him honestly.

"Hm, me too," he glanced up at me and smiled but only for a brief moment before his stoic mask fell back into place. "Did you eat the lunch I made for you?"

"In all honesty, no. My mind was elsewhere today."

Cristiano placed his pen down and picked up the phone, pressing a few quick numbers. His bluish-green eyes still focused on me. I felt myself shrink a bit. "Francesca, I know they're closing down the kitchen, but can you please tell Carlos I need two double bacon cheeseburgers, two large orders of seasoned curly fries, and," he pulled the phone away from his ear. "Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry shake?"

"Uh, chocolate," I told him quickly.

"One chocolate shake and two water bottles," he told Francesca with a nod of his head as though she could see him. "Yes, that will be all. Thank you."

"You didn't have to do that," I told him as my stomach growled loud enough for both of us to hear, and he rolled his eyes.

Sighing my full name under his breath, he sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. I swallowed hard, watching his muscles flex beneath his tight navy blue button-up. "You should have eaten by now."

"I know," I walked around his desk, sitting on the edge of it in front of him. I slowly crossed one thigh over the other, and a smirk came to my lips when I saw the way his azure eyes watched the sluggish movement of my legs. "I just–it's been a long day."

"Yeah," Cristiano asked through flared nostrils, his hungry gaze rolling up to meet mine. "How so?"

Slowly uncrossing my legs, I let the soft flowy material of the short pastel blue Shein dress I had changed into ride up my creamy thighs. "I don't really want to talk about it right now." I held his gaze and brought both of my hands to my knees. I curled my fingers into my skin, inching my legs further apart.

Humming, I unhurriedly swiped my tongue over my bottom lip and tilted my head to the side, watching him with fascination. His body stiffened when his eyes flickered down to follow my long delicate fingers as they drug over my soft skin. "I want a distraction."

Cristiano's jaw ticked, and he growled out a string of hushed profanities under his breath as though he was seeking an ounce of strength he didn't have. Heat pulsed through my veins, and moisture began to pool at my core with an aching need for him.

"Lorella," he warned, almost sounding as feral as I felt.

Spreading my legs even further apart, I allowed him to discover that I had opted to forgo my underwear on his own. "Yes, Sir," I asked innocently through my dark thick lashes, and without a word, Cristiano's large, gruff hands came to each side of my waist and slid my body over on the hardwood so that I sat directly in front of him. 

Cristiano leaned back into his seat, his tongues swept across his bottom lip, and he brought it between his teeth. He stared down at my bare pussy as I placed each of my feet on the armrests on either side of him. Then I let my legs fall wide open and invited him for a taste, my hands stroking my inner thighs as they moved closer to my center. It had only been hours since his mouth was on me, but I'd craved it all day. No one had ever made me this insatiable. His fingers dug into my sides when a whimper left my lips as I stroked my two fingers over my aching clit.

"Don't tease me," he told me for the second time since meeting me. I laughed. Who said anything about teasing? "You're playing with fire, little girl."

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, I shoved my long slender fingers into my wet pussy and cried out. "Brun me then, Sir." With another growl, Cristiano brought a hand to my midsection and laid me back onto his desk—and onto his work documents. He pulled my hand from me and held it up between us by my wrist.

"Open your mouth, Lorella," he ordered, his low tone sharp enough to cut glass. My breathing picked up as his azure eyes bore into mine, and I did as I was told. "I want you to taste yourself while I make you come." He shoved my fingers into my mouth, and I moaned, closing my lips tightly around them and drinking the sweetness of myself in.

"Good girl, Lorella," he cooed, and I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me at the small sentiment. My hips jerked when Cristiano's thumb barely brushed over my pulsing clit, and he snickered when I lifted my bottom half up off the wooden surface seeking his touch. I whimpered with need around my fingers when I felt his wet lips come to one of my knees. He kissed the top of it, then did the same to the other before leaving a trail of moisture along my inner thigh with his mouth and skillful tongue working together in rhythmic unison.

Moaning, I sucked my fingers harder the closer Cristiano got to my dripping core that my drool began leaking from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. "Mm, you smell so sweet, Lorella," he rasped, his hot breath dancing across my aching pussy. "Is this what you want?"

My brows pulled together, and another greedy sound left my throat when he snaked an arm around my waist to hold me still. "Pleeease," I whined out around my finger. He laughed at the evident misery he was putting me through, making me sound desperate for him. But I didn't care. I wanted-No needed to forget this shity day.

My eyes rolled back, "Oh, God," I mewled loudly, and my head fell onto his desk when he unhurriedly licked the length of my pussy. "Yes!" I arched my back feeling him draw small circles on my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, and he shoved two of his long thick fingers inside me. I clenched around him, trying my best to rock my hips back and forth beneath him with little to no success.

It immediately became immensely clear that I was only allowed to take what was given.

Cristiano fucked me with his mouth and fingers so incredibly masterfully that I soon found myself with a severe urgency to spill over, and my stomach pulled tautly. A knock sounded from the door behind us as my legs began to shake on either side of his head.

Thinking Cristiano would ignore whoever it was, I slapped a hand over my mouth and closed my eyes, hoping they didn't hear me.

"I told you not to tease me, didn't I, Lorella?" He said, and I pulled my brows together in confusion when I felt Cristiano's hot mouth leave my pussy. He cleared his throat, his fingers still moving in and out of me. "Come in," he called to the person on the other side of the door, and my eyes shot open. I frantically shook my head and tried to get off the desk, but he pressed his full weight down onto me and held my body in place as the door opened behind me.

Ahem. "I have the food you ordered, Mr. Luna." I felt my cheeks rapidly heat up and burn when I recognized the woman's voice at his door. I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape my throat. With a dangerous smirk and his eye still on me, Cristiano hit the spot inside me that made my toes curl, and I let out a strangled sob around my fingers.

"Thank you, Francesca. You can set it down on the coffee table and leave."

"Yes, Sir, right away."

That was all I heard her say before Cristiano's hot mouth latched back onto me. I knew I should've pushed him away or done something, but it felt too fucking good, and my hips moved on their own accord,
chasing my high. My fingers left my mouth and shot straight to his disheveled black wavy hair, yanking him closer as I ground myself into his face, and he continued to flick the pad of his thick tongue over my clit. Wet noises filled the room, and I let go, unadulterated pleasure crashing into me—hard.

My eyes slammed shut. "Ah, shit," I cried out as he closed his lips around my aching bud and curled his fingers to hit my g-spot over and over again. He effectively fucked me through my release as I heard the door close behind us. But again, I didn't care.

Once I came down, I opened my eyes again to look at him. I laughed, still feeling a bit floaty, and slapped a hand over his hard chest. "I can not believe you just did that."

Grabbing my hand, he snickered while licking his wet lips. My eyes were immediately drawn to his small action, and I felt a heat begin to blossom between my thighs again. God, this man made me ravenous. "You didn't stop me, and I'm an owner of a sex club. What exactly did you think you were getting into, Lorella?"

I huffed under my breath and shrugged. "I-I don't know," running a hand through my sweaty, tangled hair, I shook my head. "I mean...I don't know?"

The corner of his mouth tipped upward, and I could tell he enjoyed the fact that I wasn't well versed in this lifestyle. Maybe, so he could be the one to teach me? "Okay, so we'll discuss your limits while we eat. Everything you aren't open to doing. We won't do."

"That's it," I kinked an eyebrow at him curiously, fixing the bottom half of my dress. "It's that simple, huh?"

"Yes," he pulled his brows together, studying my face with his intense sea-green eyes. "It's that simple. What kind of men were you with in the past?"

Wrinkling my nose, I shook my head and cringed at memory. "Boys. I was with boys before," I said, making him laugh as he adjusted himself in his pants. "Thankfully, I got over that."

"Did you?" he asked, his brow raised in question, and now I was the one laughing.

"Apparently, I have a thing for older men now," I smirked before taking my lip between my teeth to suppress a smile. "Who knew?"

"Hm, good answer," he told me. "Let's eat."

"Yes, let's!" I clapped my hands, rubbing them together before hopping up from his desk and walking over to where the food was but not before freezing mid-step at what Cristiano called out from behind me.

"Oh, real quick question, Lorella. What were you doing at the police station earlier this evening?"

"Uh," I said, forcing myself to turn on my heels to face him. I folded my hands in front of myself, fingers intertwining. "Yeah, about that."

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