Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 33

Cristiano

My day had gone by as it normally did. Alessandro and I sat through a few grueling business meetings. We'd been thinking about expanding our reach outside of Miami, especially after having to deal with The Mariano's. But unlike them, my brother and I didn't want to step on any toes.

Mmm. "Oh my God, this is so good," Lola moaned, taking a bite of her burger, and I smiled. We were halfway through our food, but she hadn't stopped talking about how good it was since we started eating.

Picking up her chocolate shake, I brought it to my mouth and washed down the last of my fries, with all our meetings here at the club or in fancy restaurants. I hadn't let myself eat like this in a while, so I hadn't really said much, savoring the greasy food.

"Hey, that's mine!"

Lola laughed playfully, snatching the shake back from me, and we both smiled at one another, silently enjoying this light moment more than either of us wanted to voice aloud. We had decided to put off the conversation about her little visit to the police station until she'd eaten a proper meal. I didn't want to add more stress to her day, even if it had been killing me to know what happened this evening.

Almost as though she read my mind, Lola looked at me and said. "I got a call from a Detective Rollins this morning." With a sigh, she placed the shake down on the table beside us and shrugged. "Brody is missing."

"Oh," I said, waiting for her to continue but not wanting to say too much before she was ready to hear it.

"Yeah, but when I got there, he questioned me about you."

Detective Zavier Rollins had been trying to pin something on Alessandro and me since he transferred to Miami-Dade PD from Colorado a few years back. Luckily for us, we've kept our nose clean, so to speak, when it came to him, and he's never been able to bring us in. Now it seemed like he'd found a new angle—my Lola.

"What did he say," I asked, trying to keep my anger in check. It was one thing to come after my brother and me. It was another to come for her. Cop or not. I would end him.

Raking a hand through her long black hair and pushing it away from her face, she sighed through her nose in frustration and shook her head. "First, he asked what happened the night Brody disappeared. I told him, but he wasn't done there," Lola rolled her eyes almost as though she were reliving the moment. I reached over, placing a hand on her bare knee to reassure her. "He wanted to know what my relationship was to you."

"And what did he tell you?"

"Oh, ah..." Her perfectly arched eyebrows lifted almost to her hairline as she trailed off with a smile before she bit her bottom lip and looked back at me. "Well, I told him we were lovers, and..." she paused for the briefest moment before a giggle slipped past her lips. "...I may or may not have called your Daddy."

The man was too stunned to speak. I gaped at the stunning woman sitting across from me. For the first time in my life, I couldn't form words. Lola Mariano was something else.

"So, what do you think they want from me, and why are they even concerned with my relationship with you," she asked, shaking her head in evident confusion. "And what does all that have to do with Brody's disappearance?"

Once I could construct a proper sentence again, I looked down at her and sighed. Then I pulled out my phone and texted my guy on retainer. "I don't know what Detective Rollins wants from you, Lorella. But I don't want you speaking to him again without an attorney present. Do you understand?"

Her eyes widened in shock, and she placed her plate of food on the table along with her shake. "I-I don't have an attorney, Cristiano." I nodded and closed my phone, then set it down next to her now discarded meal and turned back to her.

"You do now," I told her confidently. "I sent the information to your phone."

"Okay," she said quietly as she picked up her own phone, reading the message I had sent her. "Thank you." She looked up at me with a tight smile, and I knew there was more she wished to say, but I didn't want to push it. Not yet, at least.

"So your limits," I said, shifting the conversation back to one we had started earlier.

"Yes," she smiled, tucking her device away, and I could tell she was grateful for the change in subject. "My limits."

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We'd already concluded that Lola was onboard with bondage, biting, breath play, caning, edge play, flogging, impact play, temperature play, role play, and so on.

Our food was long gone, and we'd pretty much covered all our bases. Except...

"And blindfolds. How do you feel about being blindfolded during a scene?"

"Hm," Lola hummed, tapping her finger against her chin as though she was giving my question serious thought. It was almost as though I was asking if she wanted to be fisted—which was a huge 'no' for the both of us. I shook at the thought.

Nothing was wrong if you preferred that, but it was one of my limits since I became a part of this lifestyle. I didn't enjoy it.

"No to the blindfold."

Lola finally spoke up. The sweet tone of her voice pulled my attention back to her, and I smiled Curiously. Looking over, I cocked my head to the side with my brows drawn together in question and ran my tongue over the front of my teeth as I considered what to say next. But it was simple.

"No?" I asked.

Not that I wouldn't respect one of her limits, no matter what it was. I was just genuinely curious why it was, in fact, a limit for her. Had something happened that made her too traumatized to be blindfolded during an act of intimacy that she needed to be able to hold onto her sight? I needed to know.

"Yeah, I..." she shook her head and paused before dropping her face into her hands. "Oh my God, it's going to sound so juvenile."

Still shaking her head, Lola told me through her hands, her pouty mouth on full display. Her pink lips were still swollen and red from her sucking on her fingers, and I craved to kiss them as she hid her eyes away from me. Her actions only made me more than intrigued to know what was going through her mind.

"Look at me," I demanded a bit too exuberantly, and she immediately dropped her hands from her beautiful face, and her big pale blue eyes found mine, making my heart thud in my chest with desire. "Tell me."

Nervously wetting her lips, Lola held my gaze, the intensity in her eyes mirroring mine. "It's not like it's a hard limit because I'm scared or anything," she told me, smiling softly, and I nodded in understanding as she continued. "Am I a huge fan? No." Shaking her head, she scrunched her nose. My mouth curved upward at the cute gesture, and I licked my own lips, craving to taste her even more now than before. "But the ride here is quite lengthy, and...well." There was a slight pause, and Lola's blue eyes trailed off to the hands, fidgeting in her lap. I didn't understand why she was so nervous.

Lola Mariano was the last person to clam up. The woman has never had an issue being outspoken.

"I-I just want to be able to see you," she said above a slight whisper, and I wasn't sure if I'd heard her correctly.

After a few moments, she finally lifted her head, gaze meeting mine. Lust had quickly replaced her uneasiness, and I could see the heat in her eyes. "I like the way it makes me feel watching how my body reacts to yours—or seeing the fire in your eyes while you take me without hesitation. All the reservations you have while trying to keep me at arm's length...gone. I love watching the things you do to me, Cristiano, Sir."

"So no, I don't want to wear a blindfold," she said, her husky voice dropping an octave—desire drenching each word leaving her mouth, and I felt a foreign feeling begin to bloom in my chest. "I don't want to miss any of that."

I swallowed hard, letting her words sink in, unable to speak.

"Is that all?" she asked, and I nodded, still at a loss for words, and now I was the one looking down into my lap, unsure how to reply. This never happens to me. "What so no contract, Cristian?"

Narrowing my eyes, I snapped my head to her. "It's Cristiano." I deadpanned, wetting my own lips, and I fought the urge to groan. The sweet taste of her was pungent on my tongue even though we'd eaten burgers and fries.

"Oh my God," Lola laughed, throwing her head back and revealing the column of her pale throat that was begging to be marked. I clenched a fist at my side, fighting the urge to reach up and wrap my twitching fingers around her neck hard enough to leave little blue and purple prints behind so whoever this Cristian person could see them. Fuck. This woman had me channeling my younger brother, which was new for me. The whole aggressive possession thing was more Alessandro style, not mine, and yet somehow, this woman had me ready to stake my claim.

"No," Lola shook her head, still laughing—even harder now. Then she looked back up at me and placed her hands on my chest a little casually for a woman who had just called me by the wrong name. Clearly, I was missing something and didn't like it. "It's a movie, old man. I know your name, which you should know better than anyone by the way you had me screaming it around my own fingers moments ago."

Hmm. She was talking about a movie character. A rush of relief settled over me, and I lifted a brow, smirking down at her. "I can assure you, Lorella, this is no movie."

Before she could reply with some smart-ass answer like I knew she would. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. Wordlessly she stood from the couch, eyes never leaving mine.

Unable to resist, I bent forward and pressed my lips to hers for the briefest of moments before guiding her towards the door on the far end of the room. It was mesh with the sleek black walls of my office, so if you didn't know it was there, you'd never notice it. Standing in front of the keypad, I typed in the code while Lola eyed the side of my face curiously. The sudden tick and loud gust of air that sounded throughout the room startled her, making her gasp as the door popped open.

I smirked at how new this all was to her and pushed the door, pulling her along with me. Her eyes widened in shock. "Wait, you have two playrooms?" Two? I laughed. She was so cute.

"Yes, these two," I told Lola, letting go of her hand so she could explore. I closed and locked the door before turning back to face her. "And in every vacation home, Alessandro and I own....and another identical to this one in Club Envy Italy."

"It looks just like the room in your house." Her big blue eyes panned over the room, and she nervously wet her lips again, drawing me to them. "Just bigger...much bigger."

Walking up to Lola, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her back mesh to my chest, and she instantly relaxed into me. "More toys too," I rasped into her ear, and she whimpered with need, shivering against me. My cock twitched, coming to life, enjoying how her body reacted to my touch...my words. I shifted us toward the bed in the middle of the room. I turned her in my arms and kissed her lips before shoving her back onto the bed. She landed with a thud, her eyes blown with lust, and I knew now this was going to kill me.

Tsk. "My sweet Lorella, we've already established that you enjoy pain. That you can handle overstimulation," I told her, running my tongue along the front of my teeth as I watched my needy little sub press her thighs together, seeking some ounce of friction, and she nodded her head in agreement. "Now, we're going to see how well you fair with denial."

Lola swallowed hard, knitting her brows together as though she didn't know this was coming. "Denial?"

Snorting unamused, I nodded before turning away from her. "Oh, you didn't think your stunt would go unpunished, did you, little brat?" I told her over my shoulder as I stalked towards my wall of toys stockpiling all the things I'd be using tonight. "When I call, you answer."

"But-"

"When. I. Call. You. Answer." I said firmly, leaving no room for discussion. "I don't care if you're in the middle of a rush at your coffee shop, taking a final, or at the goddamn police station. If I call you. You answer the damn phone." I told her, cursing myself for how harsh my words had come out. But this arrangement with us would only work if we trusted one another.

"Okay," she said softly. "I'm sorry for not answering. I wasn't thinking."

I nodded in acknowledgment and walked back over to the bed where she lay, placing a vibrator, nipple clamps, ball gag, bondage cuffs for her wrists, silky black thick braided rope and a spreader bar with leather cuffs on each side for her ankles down on the bed next to her. "I will explain when the scene starts. Then I will voice what is happening—step by step because you are new to this. Do you know your safe word?" Lola nods. "That isn't how it's going to work. For me, consent is more than a nod, Lorella. I need to hear your words. Understood?"

Mulling over my words, Lola's eyes glazed over with need as she looked at the toys on the bed, then up at me, meeting mine with her hooded ones. "Yes."

I narrowed my eyes slightly, tilting my head to the side as I held her icy electric gaze, my expression stone. She pulled her brows together, confusion blanketing her features, before moments later, her powder blue eyes widened in realization. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

Her breathy words made me rock hard, and I groaned, palmed my steel cock through my black slacks, and willed myself to gain some severance of self-control because this woman did unexplainable things to me.

Clearing my throat, I circled the bed, watching her like the hopeless prey she was. The corner of my lips tipped upward as I watched her chest rise and fall with the anticipation of what was to come. "Your safe word?"

"Cashew," she breathed out.

Please, by her answer, I hummed with satisfaction. "Good girl," I reached down to stroke my thumb over the apple of her cheeks, and she leaned into my touch, soaking up the small praise. She'd better enjoy it now. "Let's begin."

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