I Want be your End Game

Twenty-One

His lips mold into mine before I have the opportunity to say or process anything. His hands run down my body, finding their way to my ass; grabbing them firmly making me gasp, allowing his tongue to tango with mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.

My fingers run through his hair, tugging on it. Ian lowers us onto my bed, and places kisses along my neck, before sitting up to remove my clothes. He stares into my eyes as he takes off his shirt. I take in how fit he is and examine all the ink his shirts hide. I will never understand how a man like him, would have anything to do with a girl like me.

Ian kisses up my inner thigh and bites a spot that sends shock waves through my body. He lightly blows one area making me squirm, wanting his attention there even more. I hear him chuckle at how antsy he makes me.

A breath escapes my lips as I feel Ian's tongue start dancing around my clit. I arch my back and grind against it, wanting more. I need him. My head falls back right when he slides his fingers into me.

"You're so wet for me, and I barely done anything."

Fuck him.

Ian's fingers are rough as they do waves inside me, rubbing against the ribs of my inner wall. I can feel them tightening against his fingers.

"Ian, please," I beg.

"What do you want, Julia?" He slowly slides his fingers out and shoves them back in.

"You," my heart pounding against my chest, "I want you."

"As you wish." And like that, he rises and begins removing his pants.

This man has so much power over me, and I can't bring myself to break it. 

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It's terrifying, how much control this man has over me and my body allows it. It seems like my mind and body separate when it comes to Ian. No matter how much my mind tells me I need to stay away from him. I can't help it. It's like he has me under a spell.

I'm sitting here, next to my window with his phone in my hand while he's asleep in my bed. I saw his phone light up multiple times, it made me curious about what secrets he had on it. Which led to me having it in my hands sitting far from him, fiddling with it. I just can't muster up the courage to snoop.

His phone vibrates in my hands again, I look down at the screen seeing that it's a message from the same number that's been blowing him up. I nibble on my lower lip and finally slide my thumb up to unlock his phone. I'm shock that he doesn't have a passcode. Maybe he doesn't have one because no one is as stupid as me to snoop through a gang leader's phone.

Adam: We found him

Adam: What would you like us to do?

Adam: We tied him up and took him to the headquarters so he couldn't run off again

Adam: Where are you?

My heart starts speeding up, I look over at the man sound asleep. He looks like an angel. In any room, you would never know what this man is capable of doing. I let him fuck me and I still barely know what he can do. Ian terrifies me but electrifies me at the same time.

Adam: Vincent and I will take care of it if you don't show up

Vincent. I hit my hand against my forehead. I get up, place his phone next to Ian and go to the kitchen. I need a drink. I can't believe I got Halle into this. She has no clue who Vincent is or what he does for a living.

I stand with the fridge door open, staring at the content inside like what I want will magically appear. Nothing in here will give me the satisfaction I need. My body jumps as a hand places itself on my waist. I feel like I lost the will to breathe as I feel myself tingle through my veins.

"What are you doing up?" Ian whispers into my ear before placing a kiss on the side of my temple.

"I-I was looking for something to drink."

Ian turns me around, he's wearing his shirt making me believe he's about to go meet up with Adam and Vincent. His hands hold me against him, my hands lay against his chest. We stand in silence, I cherish the silence because I'm afraid to say a word.

Coldness appears as Ian removes one of his hands and a few seconds later music starts playing quietly. I look up at him, confused about what he's doing. Ian takes hold of my hand as he pulls my waist to him even more. His chin rests against the top of my head while he sways us around slowly in a circle. Following the sound of the song playing. A smile appears on my face as I rest my head against him, who is this man? What guy does this? Just decides to dance in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the dark where the only light shining is coming from the refrigerator.

"I have to go," Ian whispers. He places a kiss on my temple, "Keep your phone on you."

This would be more romantic if I didn't he's leaving to probably kill a man.