Mission Impossible

Chapter 47 ~ Whatever I Want

CLARA'S POV

  I slid into the booth, way closer to Andrew Reid than I needed to be. I crossed my legs slowly.

  "Sex on the beach," I said in his ear.

  "Is that what you're drinking?" he asked. I gave him my most seductive smile.

  "No, I can just see into the future," I said. Andrew chuckled.

  "I don't even know your name and I think I'm in love," he said. I laughed.

  "If I had a dollar every time I heard that, I wouldn't need you to buy me a drink," I said, bringing his attention back to the alcohol.

  "What are you drinking, sweetheart?" he asked me.

  "Whatever you are," I responded.

  "I'll warn you it's not very smooth," he advised.

  "That's okay. I like the hard stuff," I said, my eyes trailing up and down his body. He smiled and snapped his fingers, signaling his little minions to go get me a drink.

  "You are one of a kind," he said as a drink was placed in front of me.

  "I am. But let's not fool one another; tomorrow you won't even remember my name," I said as I downed the glass, putting on my best poker face; he wasn't kidding about the...taste. A huge grin spread his face.

  "Oh, I seriously doubt that," he said before motioning to his people again, as they stepped to the side. He got up, and I assumed I was supposed to follow.  Once out of the booth, he held out his hand for me to take. Holding it, he lead me through the dance floor up another small flight of stairs and into a back room with a bed. It's disturbing how many clubs have these...

  "Will they be right outside?" I asked Andrew, nodding to his bodyguards.

  "Yeah," he said, pulling me closer to him. "Is that a problem?"

  "Not unless they mind hearing some...things. I've been known to be quite loud," I said in his ear, tugging at it a little.

  "Get lost, guys," he said before closing the door. As soon as the door was shut I went straight to his neck and started leaving wet, sloppy kisses all over his neck and chest.

  "Another minute or two and we're clear to come in," Zayn's hurried voice said in my ear. I hummed in response to Zayn as my hands traveled down Andrew's body.

  "Are you on birth control?" he asked, breathless.

  "What? No," I answered, pushing him back onto the bed, and I watched as it jiggled, a LOT. A water bed? Really?

"You like?" he asked, noticing, that I noticed. No.

  "Yeah, I bet it feels real good when you-," I started to say as I trailed my fingers up his body, before the door swung open to reveal Zayn and some other agent. Zayn held up a gun and shot a dart into him real quick.

  "You got this?" he asked the other agent, who nodded, before grabbing my hand and yanking me out of the club in a less than subtle way. He practically threw me in he car before joining me and telling the driver to step on it. What felt like very soon after, he was dragging me into the house, all the way up the stairs, and into his bedroom. I could not tell if this was a good thing, or a bad thing. Zayn pinned me up up against the wall and I felt something that made me believe it was a very good thing. Zayn grabbed my chin, pulling it to the side and putting his face right up against my ear.

  "What are you-," I started to ask.

  "You have a filthy fucking mouth, Clara Walker," he said, hunger evident in his voice. I felt him grow, and a quiet moan escaped my lips. "Is it all talk, or can you back that up?" he asked me, now staring directly into my eyes. His eyes were dark with lust, and I imagined mine mirrored his closely.

  In one haste movement I pushed him off the wall and moved towards him, our lips colliding in passion. Our tongues fought for control, no winner in sight, as he threw me onto the bed, pulling my dress up and pushing my panties to the side. Without warning he slipped two fingers inside of me, as a moan pushed its way out of my mouth. He worked his fingers inside of me, until I could start to feel it in my stomach. He quickly pulled his fingers out, leaving me shocked as I looked up at him.

  "Do you want me?" he asked, almost looking for reassurance. I wasn't sure what to say. Obviously my body wanted him, and I know I loved him, but did I want him? I only paused for a second but apparently it was too long, for he repeated it louder this time. "Do you want me?" he asked again, more angry.

  "Yes," I went with the easy option, and watched as he ripped his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. They had barely been pulled off his feet before he took my legs and moved them onto the bed, as he followed me. He took my panties off and spread my legs, positioning himself above me. He rested right onto my entrance.

  "Say it," he demanded, and I knew what he meant.

  "I want you," I whispered, and immediately after the words left my mouth, he was inside me. Earlier, we had made love, but this was nothing like that. This was raw, rough, and needy. And it felt amazing. His pace remained unusually fast, until he reached his hand down in between us and started to rub my clit. I was reaching my climax when he suddenly stopped his hand movements. He continued to pound into me, but his hand stayed still on me.

  "Tell me you love me?" he said, his strokes becoming inconsistent. I was so close to finishing that I would do anything; say anything. 

  "I- I do," I told him knowing I was so close and only needed a little bit to push me there, and he resumed his hand movement. Upon hearing my words, he climaxed, and the small movement of his hand sent me over the edge. Together we worked through our climaxes, until Zayn rolled next to me and held me in his arms. He was breathless as he placed a kiss to the side of my head, and I panted as I thought about what just happened; I wasn't able to say it. I thought about it; I tried to say it, but all that came out was 'I do'. I loved him, I had to, but why did it feel so wrong as I started to say it?

  It was then that a chocolate mess of hairs and green eyes entered my mind, and I felt more confused than ever as I drifted off to sleep.

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