Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 36

Lola

Ouch. Groaning in pain, I felt a slight pressure in my lower abdomen, and I tried to roll to my side but was met with resistance. Shit, I have to pee. Not ready to open my eyes yet, I again attempted to stretch out my sore limbs. That was when I sensed a heaviness wrapped around my petite frame, and the more I squirmed, the tighter the hold around me got.

Inhaling deeply through my nose in frustration, a familiar musky scent filled my nostrils, causing memories of the night before to rapidly flash through my mind, and I instantly remembered where I was—Cristiano's house.

Everything began hitting me all at once. First, there was me arriving at Cristiano's club. Us going into the secret room in his office and receiving my punishment. I also remembered I was beyond exhausted, so I  closed my eyes when we got on the road. The next thing I knew, he was laying me on the bed and trying to sneak out of the room because he thought I was still asleep.

Then there was that little dispute about sleeping arrangements before he ultimately conceded and obliged my simple request. That was a mess. I don't know why but I hated the way it made me feel to fight with him. This was the second time I'd woken up in this room. The first time I felt cheap, but he stayed.

Wiping the sleep from my eyes with the back of my hand, I finally blinked all the way awake. The urge to pee had gotten too intense, and I needed to go. Now.

Not wanting to wake him, I carefully began to slither my way out of Cristiano's strong arms while fighting against him as he pulled my body back towards his own, nestling his face into my hair. This man. His unconscious body was doing what his conscious mind wouldn't allow him to. And he was the one who didn't want to sleep with me? I rolled my eyes with an inaudible snort.

Cristiano Luna could do many things, but he couldn't lie to me. I saw how that man looked at me when he snuck glances my way—ones that I wasn't supposed to notice. Or that possessive look in his eyes when he'd realized I'd ridden an entire forty-five minutes in the back of the SUV he'd sent for me pantyless with one of his men. I wasn't stupid. And while I wasn't sure what it was exactly that I felt for him. I knew that he felt it, too—even if he was fighting it every step of the way.

Eventually, I untangled myself from him, stood from the plush bed, and tiptoed my way to the bathroom.

"Uhhh," I sighed in relief, finally able to handle my business though I was in no rush to move.

Muscles I hadn't even known I had were sore from pulling against those restraints he'd bound me with last night. And don't even get me started on my poor little pussy. She was still aching with need—left utterly unsatisfied.

Cristiano had edged me for hours without a single ounce of relief. My mind surged back to his playroom and the way his green-blue gaze studied my every quiver. His expression as usual—ever so stoic, yet his eyes gave him away. They were filled with so much unbridled satisfaction from the pleasure he took from denying me what I wanted so badly.

My traitorous cunt pulsed even harder thinking about it. Asshole. I stood on my slightly shaky legs and flushed before deciding what would be the perfect remedy for my achy body.

Reaching into the glass shower, I turned the knob, letting the room fill with steam before getting in and settling under the hot stream. I sighed as the water began to work its magic, but for some reason, my mind had suddenly returned to what happened last weekend, and I shook with repulsion. I'd come over to see Elise because Cristiano was out of town for the weekend. Catalina was busy with Liam at yet another family event, and I was lonely.

We decided to study for exams in the kitchen because we may or may not have gotten high in her pool house again, and all the good snacks were in the big house. Elise and I were stuffing our faces, and everything was good until Alessandro, very shirtless, strode into the kitchen with three half-naked women all over him. They were practically fucking each other without regard for me or his sister. Pig.

After his little display of whatever the fuck, we stayed in the pool house for the rest of the night.

To be honest, both Luna's were beyond blessed in the looks department. It just turned out that only one of them was given a personality outside of that Dane Cook frat boy bullshit. Unfortunate.

Wait. Why was I even thinking about that asshole when the man I wanted was in the next room laying in  my bed half-naked?

Once finished, I got out, dried myself off, and made my way towards the room as I wrapped one of the white silk robes that hung from the bathroom door around me. I felt twenty times better. It was much needed. My muscles had loosened up severely, and it was a relief. The only issue I had now was that I was still wound so damn tight from lack of release, and despite how badly I wanted to. I didn't touch myself in the shower—even if my starving pussy was begging me to. I wanted it to be him who satisfied that hunger.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Cristiano still sound asleep. The light snores coming from the bed made me smile. He must have been exhausted.

Over the last couple of months, I noticed that he was always on the move. Either at the club running it, in meetings with clients, dealing with his special shipments, or flying to Italy to handle, in his words, unspecified business, which I'd already known the details of thanks to Alessandro's and his little confrontation with me.

Regardless I was happy that he was sleeping in. It wasn't something he'd ever done—at least not since I'd known him.

The huge room was still dark, but with the sun seeping in through the blinds, it gave me enough light to see around. Crawling onto the bed, I hovered over him on my knees and took the opportunity to admire the handsome thirty-four-year-old drug dealing sex club-owning millionaire.

Like, really take him in.

Handsome was an understatement for what this man was. I often joked with him that he was old but let's be honest. He was far from it—an Adonis amongst other men. Was that a stretch? I thought to myself as I studied his handsome face. Absolutely not. The stoic expression he normally donned was gone, along with the hard lines that usually draped his sharp features. This was honestly the first time I'd seen him so relaxed. He appeared carefree...younger even.

His dark medium-length waves were disheveled from sleep, and it was a welcomed sight to his typically slick back style.

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I took my time exploring him in this dormant state. I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and stroking my fingers through the streak of gray hair growing along the side of his head. Then I slowly moved down to trace his jawline, outlining his facial hair. He hummed in his sleep, leaning into my touch, and my heart swelled at the small action.

After a little investigating of my own, I found out that he, Alessandro, and Elise were the lasting heirs of the Luna fortune. Their folks were quite famous architects in Italy. I also learned that they, like my brothers and I, lost their parents young.

Cristiano had become the sole provider for his siblings at eighteen, while Elise was only five and Alessandro thirteen.

In one article I came across, I read that he thought it'd be better to bring them to America for a fresh start. So he moved them to Miami and opened up the club, though I couldn't find much on him being a Dom.

What I did know was that years later, he became enemies with my brothers and began watching me, and well, the rest we all know. You'd think, knowing all of this, I'd listen when I told myself—Lola, don't get attached. Don't get fucking attached.

Too late. I was attached. It was stupid, but I couldn't help it. He gave me the one thing I'd craved for so long. Security.

Something my brothers, Brody, nor Professor Mullens had ever given me.

Cristiano was still here, and that meant something to me. More than I think he'd ever begin to comprehend. He saw me. Like really saw me, and I was tired of being alone—tired of being strong all by myself.

So, if this stupid arrangement was the only way I could get him. I'd take it for as long as it would last.

Even if, deep down, I knew that eventually, people always left. Why would he be any different? My chest tightened as that fact began to sink in.

Shutting my eyes, I raked my fingers through my hair. "Get out of your damn head, Lola," I whispered to myself, reopening them and peering down at the sleeping man in my bed.

I pulled the blanket down and crawled between his legs. Fuck. Definitely a God amongst other men. Bending forward, I brought my lips to his chest, brushing them against his hot tan skin. He hummed again, encouraging me to keep going. So I did. Kissing my way down his body, I took extra time on his defined abs before I reached the waistline of his boxers. Feeling bold, I began to trace my tongue along the dip of his hips.

Cristiano's tight muscles flexed at my touch, and I whimpered with need. "Mmm," he rumbled in his sleep, rolling his hips against my chest and drawing my attention to the growing bulge between his legs.

Christ, this man was a woman's wet dream.

I needed more. I curled my fingers into the hem of his underwear, yanking them down. Fully erect, he sprung free, slapping his lower abdomen. He groaned when I took him into my hand, stroking him slowly as a bead of moisture began to build on the fat head of his pretty as fuck cock. My mouth watered for a taste. Before I could stop myself, I swiped my tongue along his blunt tip and moaned before kissing it.

The next thing I knew was that Cristiano's hand came to my chin, and he was pulling me away from him. He was thoroughly awake now and staring down at me like he was ready to devour me.

"Beg."

That was the only thing he'd said to me, but it was enough to make me almost cum. I was quiet for too long because his grip tightened on me, and I hissed from the pain though it sent heat straight to my core.

"Please, Sir," I begged, wetting my lips. I moaned, still tasting his precum on them, and I needed more. "Please, I want to make you feel good."

"You still want to be a good girl even if you don't get to come?"

Was he trying to kill me? I wanted to come but fuck; I wanted him down my throat even more.

"Y-Yes, Sir," I nodded eagerly. "I-I want to make you feel good."

Cristiano's wolfish gaze unwaveringly bore into mine, making me swallow hard. He smirked before narrowing his eyes and studying my face for a long moment. "Then show me how good you can be." He roughly ran his thumb over my bottom lip before shoving it into my mouth, his raspy voice was still heavy with sleep, and it made my pussy clench.

"Show me you're my good girl, Lorella."

He took his hard length from my hand, holding it in front of my face. "Suck." I licked my lips and bent forward, tracing my tongue along the veins of his shaft before wrapping my mouth around him. He cursed under his breath as he slowly fed me his fat cock.

Gagging and groaning, I let him set the pace for a while before I decided to take back control. Shoving his hand away, I wrapped mine around him rolling my wrist and keeping my eyes locked with his while I began bobbing my head up and down his thick length. I pushed him further down and stuck my tongue out, licking his balls as he hit the back of my throat before releasing him with a pop—a string of spit connecting us together.

"Again," he demanded through clenched teeth, and I whimpered around him, my pussy pulsing uncontrollably. Yes, Sir. Whatever you want. At this rate, he wouldn't even have to touch me for me to explode.

Cristiano's heavy breathing filled the room around us as I repeated the action over and over until his hips were sputtering off the bed and he was fisting the sheets. "Fucking hell," he growled, and pride roared in the center of my chest. Pushing him further, my hand snaked up the center of his hard body, and I greedily sucked him as deep as I could, gagging around his fat cock. More of my spit trickled down my chin as a guttural growl reverberated from his chest.

"Lola, shit, wait," he barked out as his hand painfully coiled into the back of my head. I could tell he was so close, which drove me harder. His hips thrusted up off the mattress, and I took even more of him, opening my tight channel and swallowing him whole. "Fuck. Fuck. Fu-ah!" Cristiano tensed before his hot cum shot straight down my throat, and I hollowed my cheeks, drinking every delicious drop of him down as I curled my fingers into his thick chest hair.

Licking him clean, I pulled back to look at him through hooded eyes. He was laying back against the pillow with his eyes closed, one fist still clenching the bed sheets while the other was on his chest, which rose and fell erratically as he tried to catch his breath.

Fuck, I enjoyed him like this. I did that.

Voices on the other side of the door caught my attention, and I immediately snapped my head in their direction. It sounded like Elise and Alessandro were up too. Oh my God, were they out there the whole time? "Do you think they heard?" What am I talking about? Of course, they heard. If we can hear them then they can hear us.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I snapped back to Cristiano to ask him why he hadn't commented on my ramblings, only to find his voracious gaze solely focused on me, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard and held his intense blue-green stare as his sharp jaw ticked and nostrils flared with evident desire.

"Come here, and sit on my face, Lorella."

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Cristiano

Her big azure eyes widened with surprise. Apparently, she'd thought I was still going to deny her, but from the way she just sucked my soul through my cock I had no plans to continue punishing either of us.

"You know what? I think I'm good, actually."

Now I was the one who was surprised. Lola giggled, smiling up at me, obviously sensing my shock as she sat back on her knees. She tried to look unbothered as she shrugged and wrinkled her nose in the way I knew she was about to say something smart. "Me getting to watch you lose control like that gave me everything I needed and more, Sir."

"Should I make us breakfast?"

"Sit. On. My. Face."

"C-Cristiano, seriously, I haven't gotten off since-" she paused, and I noticed the way she pressed her thighs together before continuing to speak. "Your siblings are right on the other side of that door."

"Now, little girl." Lola gasped at the coldness of my tone, but instead of pushing back, she just nodded like I knew she would.

Harsh, but it got the job done.

"Yes, Sir."

She slowly placed a knee in front of my shoulders, doing as she was told, and the bed dipped around me. The white silk robe that adorned her flawless alabaster skin fell open when she settled over my head, and it exposed her perfect little tits. I licked my lip, staring up at her as I brought a hand between her legs and parted her pretty pink pussy for me. I flicked a thumb over her sensitive clit. Immediately her hands flew to the headboard, and her body jerked at the small action. I couldn't stop the snicker that passed from my lips as she shook above me.

"Are you going to come for me already, brat?" I asked with another flick to her engorged clit. She wept loudly, her grip tightening on the bed until her knuckles turned white and her head fell back.

"Y-Yes, Sir. I-I am," she mewled, not even bothering to lie. I knew she was dying for release, and I wanted to reward her for that outstanding wake-up call.

Sweeping my tongue across the front of my teeth, I hummed and dipped a finger into her tight wet cunt—then another two more. "Cum for me. Now, Lorella." I curled them, hitting her spot, and she clamped down around me as I pressed my thumb into her clit.

"Ooo." Her thighs trembled on each side of my head, and her back arched as she came hard, riding my hand. Now I needed her to do that on my face. "Omigod!" She cried out as I finger fucked her through her orgasm, drawing it out.

Once Lola came down, I withdrew my fingers and began kissing my way up her inner thighs. I moaned when I was met with the sweet moisture trickling down them. Pulling back to look up at her, I was met with a ravenous gaze that hungered for more.

Good because I wanted more too.

"Sit," I told her, my eyes flickering back and forth between her face and her sopping pussy. Not needing to be told twice, Lola sat, and I wasted no time eating up her sweet as fuck cunt.

My tongue strummed against her swollen clit until I had her screaming incoherently. I should have been worried that Elise and Alessandro were in earshot of what was happening, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I enjoyed being around Lola, which was something I hadn't done with anyone for a long while. I'd sacrificed a lot for my family. So much. And I didn't resent them. But this was for me. She was for me.

"Cristiano, fuck!" Her body convulsed wildly when my lips closed around her clit, and I sucked it into my mouth while shoving two fingers in and out of her slick fucking cunt. Wet noises filled the room, and she dropped her head, resting her forehead on the wall as her hips bucked against my face. "Ooo, yes."

A hand shot into my hair, gripping it from the root—the other still latched on the headboard as she rode her second climax, but I didn't relent. Not until I brought her a third and then a fourth. I loved making her lose control, apparently just as much as she did me.

"W-Wait!" Lola cried out, trying to lift herself off of me, but I wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her in place. "Cristiano, please. I've had enough." She tried to shove my head away. I'm glad she thought so because I haven't. Not even close.

Unlatching myself, I glared up at her with flared nostrils. "You've had enough, huh? So you think 'cause you sucked my cock so well, and I called you my good girl that you're running things now?"

"No-No. That's not what I meant," she shook her head, brows pulled together.

"So you want to use your word then, little girl?" I didn't want to seem like an asshole, but I honestly needed to see how far she'd let me push her. That's what this weekend was for—learning her limits.

"No, Sir," she replied definitively, and I knew she meant it.

Holding her hooded gaze, I clicked my tongue against my teeth. "Hmm, good girl." I taunted when I slid her down the center of my body, her pussy leaving a trail of wetness before she screamed out as I impaled her with a vicious thrust upward. "Because I'll tell you when you've had enough!"

The slick walls of Lola's tightening pussy contracted around me, and she began milking my cock as another wave of release crashed into her. It was almost too much for me to handle. I wasn't inexperienced by any means, but this woman had me feeling prepubescent. "Shit, Lorella, if you keep squeezing my cock like that, I'm not gonna last, and I'm not finished with you yet."

Grunting, I curled my large hands into her tiny waist and started pounding into her from underneath. The force of each cruel blow of my hips had her perky little tits bouncing as the headboard smacked against the wall behind us. "Oh, God! I-I can't anymore." Lola curled her finger into my chest, nails biting my skin, and I growled.

"Just one more," I cooed, not letting up any, and she cried out again. "Can  you do that for me, good girl?"

"Ooo, Yes, Sir," she sobbed, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, and she clenched around me. "P-Please come with me. I need it."

I immediately halted my movement, peering up at her with my brows pulled together. The last time I'd had my cock inside of her, I hadn't planned on actually having sex, and even then, I pulled out. What she was asking was another thing entirely...for more significant reasons than one might think. "Lorella, I'm not wearing anything. You know that."

Nodding her head, she reached down, pressing her lips against mine. Until now, I hadn't realized that this was the first time we'd kissed this morning. She pulled back to look into my eyes, and I felt a weight shift between us. "I'm protected, and I trust you," she said as though it were the simplest thing in the world. As though she wasn't taunting my beast.

Shaking my head, I turned to avert my gaze from her. I couldn't think when she was looking at me like that. "Lola, I don't-" I countered, but she cut me off.

"Please, I just need to feel you fill me up," she said as she brought her hand to my chin, forcing me to look at her. I wanted to tell her how bad of an idea this was but when she started to move herself up and down my cock the words died on my lips. "It'll make me come."

"Fuck, Lorella, you can't say shit like that to me while you're riding me bare," I grunted, picking up the pace and fucking her harder and harder with each thrust upward of my hips. Had she known this whole time that was what I was into? Or was that just wishful thinking on my part? Either way, I was too lost in her to stop now.

I knew I shouldn't because the last time I let myself indulge in my particular kink of choice, my sub at the time turned into that unhinged woman from that movie Fatal Attraction.

Lola wasn't like that—which made it all the more dangerous. It meant I had a greater potential of becoming attached.

Hm, who was I fooling? We were beyond that.

Her lips came down again and latched to mine. I groaned, slipping my tongue into her mouth as the kiss became explosive. Our choppy movements somehow melded together as sweat began to coat our bodies, and I felt a familiar pull in my stomach. I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Ooo...fuuuck, please" Lola began to tighten above me, and I knew she was on the verge of tipping over, so I plunged a hand between us and found her clit with my thumb. Her tight muscles contracted wildly, as her body stilled, and she let out a soundless scream.

Just then, I flipped her onto her back, wrapped one of her legs around my waist while hooking the other to my left shoulder, and pounded into her as hard as I could fucking her through waves and waves of pleasure. Her hands came to my ass as she cried out, curling her fingers and pulling me even closer—nails cutting into my skin.

That's what did it.

Bringing her other leg to my right shoulder, I drilled her into the mattress, my hips slamming against her soft ass. "Such a fucking good girl." I unloaded with a guttural growl, sending her over the edge once more with me. She screamed and continued to milk my cock as I pushed myself as deep as I could into her tight little cunt, holding myself there. "My good girl." She wanted my cum, so I made sure she had every fucking drop.

S-S-Shit," she hissed. Her body jerked as a surge of warm liquid gushed against my balls, soaking the bed beneath us. And just like that, I knew we were definitely exploring this kink again—many times actually.

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