Vengeance (COMPLETED)

Part 32

I sit up straight, moving down to sit on my knees on the floor. I pull his pants down the second his belt is undone. His boxers follow, his cock springing free. I cup his balls first before wrapping my fingers around his dick. I pump up and down until I finally build up the courage to go in, sliding my tongue up his length. I roll it over his tip and close my lips around it. I slowly make my way down to the back of his cock, before pulling back up again. I repeat the movement over and over again, speeding up once it becomes more comfortable. My hand helps me out, pumping up and down along with my mouth to stop me from going too deep.

"Fuck, that feels good," Atticus mumbles. He places his hand on the back of my head. I carry on at a steady pace, enjoying his soft moans. It doesn't take long for me to start to get tired and my jaw to ache. Atticus stops me before I give in. "That's enough. Come here."He helps me back up to my feet, pulling me in for a hungry kiss. He pushes me down on the bed, my dress flying up to my waist. He quickly grabs a condom out of his suitcase on the floor and wraps it over his penis. He grabs my legs to pull me into him, my legs spread over his chest. He rubs his dick over my core before slowly entering me. Relief washes over me.

"Oh my god," I grin. It feels so good. He holds me by my waist, pumping in and out of me at a steady pace. I keep my eyes locked on his. He looks so focused, his brows furrowed deeply. I can't help but laugh.

"What?" he slows down.

"You're still so serious, even when you're inside of me."

"I can't help it," a smile finally appears. "I've got to keep myself contained until you're satisfied."

"Let's change over," I suggest. "Come lay down."

He's clearly reluctant to slip out of me, but he does so anyway. I shift aside and remove my dress, tossing my bra aside. Atticus lays down on the bed. I straddle his hips. He holds his cock in place while I lower myself down.

"Fuck," he groans. He grabs my boob, playing with my nipple while I bounce up and down. It doesn't feel as good as it does with him on top, but it's worth it seeing Atticus enjoying himself. It doesn't last long, though. His frown starts to return, eager to carry this on as long as possible. He eventually flips us over, his body pressed against mine. I throw my arms around him, holding on as he pounds into me faster than he has before. My pleasure starts to build, his dick hitting all the right spots.

"Atticus..." I moan. "I'm gonna come..."

"Ready?"

"Yes!" I exclaim. "Please..."

I finally reach my peak, my muscles trembling as I groan out loud, riding the high of my orgasm. Atticus comes, too, his movements wavering and his cock twitching inside of me.

"Fuck, you feel good," he rests on top of me, giving me a kiss on the cheek as he lays his head down.

"I love this so much," I try to catch my breath. "Promise me we'll never stop having sex."

"Oh, I promise. Never."

"I'm never going to get enough of this."

We stay wrapped in each other's arms for the rest of the night. Besides a pee and a quick clean-up, we stay nestled together, only throwing on a bathrobe to pick up the room service from the door. It's perfect. We barely get any rest, but it's exactly the night I need before tomorrow's events.

I'm nervous the second I wake up. Atticus is, too. He won't admit it, but he stays in bed with me far longer than usual. Neither of us wants to get up. We know today is going to suck. It takes us twice as long to get ready. Angelis keeps knocking on the door, checking in to see our progress. It isn't until his fifth attempt that we finally decide to leave. We have to.

"The second we step out of this hotel room, you hate me," Atticus reminds me. "You can't kiss me, you can't hold my hand, and you can't give me that sad look you're giving me now or this will be impossible."

"I know," I try to compose myself. I've got to put on the show of a lifetime. Everyone will be watching us. Everything we do will be analysed. I can't slip up. "Just promise me you won't take any of this to heart. I won't mean anything I say. If I call you an asshole, it really just means I love you."

My own words surprise me. I haven't told him I loved him before. I don't think I'm in love with him yet, but I'm definitely getting there. I love him more than I love Catarina and Angelis.

"It's okay, baby. Nothing you say today is going to hurt me. I know how you feel and nothing that happens today can change that. I need you to do everything you can to show that you hate me, and we'll come back together tonight and make up for it, okay? You don't have to worry about me. You can do this. I know you can," he pulls me in for a kiss — our last kiss of the day. It's slow and passionate, both of us savouring the feeling before it's gone.

We finally part ways, Atticus heading back to his own room through our conjoined door. I take a moment to compose myself, trying to remember the anger I felt towards Atticus when I first met him. That's what I need to show.

Two guards meet me in the hallway when I finally step out. We take the elevator down to the lobby together. Atticus is already waiting there, along with Angelis and a group of other men. I fight the urge to meet Atticus' eyes. I consider joining Angelis instead, but I'm not supposed to be friends with him either. This is supposed to look like Atticus' last-ditch effort to keep me from leaving. I wish the roles were reversed, and I was the one being rejected by him. It would hurt, but it would be easier than having to be rude to him. Vassilis wouldn't be as likely to believe that, though. He knows his son better than he knows me. He knows Atticus would never be rude to anyone, even someone he was trying to reject. Me, on the other hand... rude to the son of the man who killed my mother? That makes more sense.