Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 58

Lola

It was now or never. I told myself, pushing to find the courage. "Make me, Sir," I had grit out through clenched teeth, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. "Because if I'm yours, then you are mine too." All the air had left the room around us as he stared at me for a long while, his intense gaze bored into mine.

I watched quietly as Cristiano's poised demeanor teetered on the edge and I braced myself for a heated response. I had expected his reaction to be explosive. I thought he would yell at me, to unleash his frustration for my constant brattiness, and assert his dominance. To my surprise, however, a guttural growl escaped his parted lips, reverberating off the solid walls around us.

It made me jump before I could even process his next move, he slammed his mouth forcefully against mine.

The brute force of his kiss kindled a flame deep inside me, engulfing me in a blaze of untamed, instinctual desire. I let out a desperate moan as our lips and tongues collided in a fierce and passionate dance, a tumultuous meeting of wills. It felt as though nothing else existed.

Each forceful press of his ravenous lips against mine sent surges of electricity racing through my veins. With a groan of his own, his large calloused hands explored the curves of my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The hunger in his touch mirrored my own, as if we were both famished for this connection, this collision of passion and longing.

I completely gave in to the mind-blowing rollercoaster of emotions, getting lost in the depths of his intense embrace. The searing heaviness of everything else vanished, replaced by an all-encompassing craving for him. Cristiano's needy mouth possessed mine with a fierce determination, leaving no room for doubts or hesitations.

With the sudden release of my hair, Cristiano's hand fell away from the back of my head. And in an instant with an unexpected surge of strength, he lifted me off the ground effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist—a needy moan falling from my lips as I drew us impossibly close.

The raw power and possessiveness in his actions sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fiery need deep within me.

"Sir, please," the softest whimper escaped my lips, muffled by the intoxicating kiss that bound us and he groaned, fingers cutting into my skin. Lost in the drunken haze of our desires, I abandoned any resistance and surrendered wholly to the irresistible pull between us. His body pressed tightly to mine, melding us together as if they were always meant to be intertwined.

The taste of him, the addictive scent of his spicy cologne, drowned my senses, deepening the scorching connection between us. The barriers that once held us apart dissolved, and all that remained was an insatiable need to be consumed by his touch. I desired him with an irresistible hunger that surpassed any rationality.

Suddenly, the boundaries between us were muddied. It was no longer just about dominance and submission; it was about two souls entwined, tussling with their desires for one another and searching for common ground. It was clear, we were both torn between our wants and needs, the undeniable attraction and the craving for something more profound.

The heated kiss deepened, our connection delving into uncharted depths, transcending the physical realm and plunging us straight into the realm of raw emotions. Groaning horsley Cristiano's hold on me tightened, his fingers digging into my hips possessively as he did. The desire in his touch mirrored my own. We were tangled in a web of passion and uncertainty, teetering on the edge of something I'd never felt before.

Through the haze of passion, I managed to utter the words that lay heavy on my tongue. "I need more," I breathed between kisses, my voice filled with a desperate longing. The physical and emotional void that had lingered between us since our disagreement and my attack longed to be filled, and I knew that only Cristiano could satiate that hunger inside of me.

The two of us were entwined in a passionate embrace, lost in the intoxicating dance of our tongues and the heated exploration of each other's bodies.

When our lips briefly parted, I couldn't resist uttering words filled with desire. "Take me to bed, Sir," I murmured amid our kiss before my mouth crashed back to his. My arms desperately clinging tighter around his neck, hopeful to be consumed by the intensity of our evident thirst for one another.

In response to my needy plea, Cristiano let out another primal growl, a sound that sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. With surging momentum, he effortlessly carried me toward the bed, lips never leaving mine. The power in his touch, the hunger in his kiss, fueled my own appetite, setting my body ablaze with an inferno of desire.

As we neared the bed's edge, Cristiano softly placed me down onto the mattress, his bluish-green eyes piercing into mine. The energy between us was buzzing with anticipation—the air heavy with the weight of this pivotal moment.

The heaviness of our past disagreements and the uncertainty of what lies ahead still hung in the balance, but in this intimate moment, we sought comfort and closeness.

With purposeful, intense movements, Cristiano joined me on the bed, his body hovering above mine. I gasped when his eyes locked onto my gaze with a blazing fire. His unwavering stare held a craving that mirrored my own, a mutual craving that I felt could only be fulfilled through the merging of our bodies.

In that moment, as our lips smashed together once again, we fully gave in to the fierce hunger that united us. Our bodies vibed in flawless sync, finding peace in the rhythm of our shared fire. Every touch, every stroke was filled with a combo of urgency and softness, a quiet vow that Cristiano and I were ride-or-die...that our insatiable bond went deeper than any words could say.

The world soon around us faded into a haze, the only thing that mattered was the insane connection between our bodies, the unspoken vibes of love and desire that passed between us. With every breath, every sound, we found increasing comfort in one another, breaking free from the boundaries that had held us back.

Stripping off my clothes Cristiano entered me with a harsh groan and I gasped, shuddering beneath him. His firm hips snapped forward filling my tight whole and I cried out as his thick cock moved in and out of me with abandon. It felt as though he and I were no longer two separate entities but a union of passion, trust, and vulnerability.

With our bodies intertwined, and our souls fused together, as we sought some sort of serenity in each other's arms. He and I left behind the doubts and uncertainties that had plagued us before.

Cristiano's possessive touch roughly roamed across my skin as he pounded himself into me, a symphony of sensations erupting within my trembling body. "More, please, more, Sir," I whimpered shakily, clenching tight myself around him and he cursed my name. Every brush of his fingertips and punch of his hips sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fierce craving that demanded to be satisfied. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, responding to the unspoken rhythm of our desires.

Cristiano's presence consumed me entirely and I screamed, willingly surrendering to the intoxicating dance. I allowed the walls around my heart to crumble. With each fervent thrust into me, I felt myself unraveling, succumbing to the magnetic pull that drew us together.

In this bed with Cristiano, I found solace, a sanctuary where the limitations of our arrangement were blurred, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and profound understanding. I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I could feel it in my freaking soul.

So I gave myself completely to the moment, relinquishing all control and surrendering to the intoxicating intensity of our connection. Because tomorrow I was going to tell him how I truly felt. I was going to tell him that I loved him.


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Letting out a groan, I began to stir in my sleep, delicious fragments of my dream of last night still clinging to my consciousness. Then a jolt of awareness shot through me, and confusion washed over me as I realized that I was no longer lying freely on the bed.

I blinked my eyes open, slowly, attempting to clear the sleep-induced haze. As I tried to stretch my limbs, a startling discovery awaited me—I was firmly bound to the bed, my limbs securely fastened. Panic shot through me like an electric current, mingling with a mix of fear and unease.

My heart quickened its pace as I took in my surroundings. I was bound to the bed, my wrists, ankles, and mid-section were secured by soft restraints. Concern mingled with a rush of arousal filled my core, creating a whirlwind of emotions within me. It took a moment for my mind to catch up with reality, to remember that this was not a dream. My gaze curiously shifted, and a gasp escaped my lips when I saw him.

There he was—Cristiano himself standing near the edge of the bed. His silent presence commanded attention, filling the room with an undeniable intensity. I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper as I spoke. "Sir..." The word hung in the air, laden with anticipation. But he remained unmoved, his expression difficult to read as his imposing figure cast a shadow over me.

Cristiano's ocean blue eyes were filled with an intensity that pierced through to the depths of my soul. A ripple of concern flooded through me as I realized he didn't look too pleased.

The weight of his gaze bore down on me, fueling a mix of emotions. Did he know? My mind raced, trying to piece together if I had let something slip last night. Of course, he didn't know, Lola. I reassured myself. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and it felt as though he could see through the facade I had carefully constructed.

Lying here like this for him this way, I couldn't deny the surge of anticipation that coursed through me. There was something undeniably alluring about this display of dominance, awakening a primal instinct within me that called to my deepest desires.

Cristiano continued to loom over me, his powerful presence sending a shiver down my spine, and goosebumps erupted throughout my hot flesh. Every fiber of my being responded to his dominance, my body and mind attuned to his unspoken commands. And despite my own need, I sensed his dissatisfaction, his demand to assert control, and my heart raced with uncertainty.

I parted my lips, attempting to speak again, but the words seemed to escape me. Pulling my brows together, I strained to decipher the emotions flickering across Cristiano's face. There was a fire in his eyes, a fierce determination that both excited and intimidated me.

It was only then that I grasped the true extent of his power over me—the way he could push me to the edge of my desires, and beyond because I let him.

A whirlwind of emotions engulfed me—fear, arousal, and an insatiable craving for his touch. Bound and exposed, I found myself at his mercy, and despite the lingering uncertainty, a part of me yearned to surrender to the intoxicating dance of dominance and submission.

As I continued to lay there, my senses heightened, every nerve in my body on edge, I eagerly awaited Cristiano's next move.

And as he leaned in, a knot tightened in my stomach and my breathing picked up as his lips grazed against my ear. "Tell me what happened, what really happened between you and my brother, Lola," he rasped out, his scalding breath against my burning flesh inducing a chilling spine-tingling shudder. His voice was laced with pain and something else—something deeper that tore at my heart. "And I want the whole damn truth this time."

Dread washed over me like a crashing wave of deceit. He knew. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't hide the truth anymore. It was no longer something I could conceal. The time for secrets and half-truths was over. It was finally time to face the consequences of my own actions.

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