Chapter 4 Trapped foolishly

Atasha smirks. It's her silent way of telling herself that Gael also falls into the same trap as her. She hates the fact that he's winning her body. It's her turn too.

If he can make her body go crazy, make her head fuzzy, and make her needy, then he should be.

She wraps her lips around his head's c*ck, her tongue swirling around its sensitive head, teasing his dimple using the tip of her tongue.

She savors that salty and weird taste of his precum, leaking as she plays with his balls between her fingers. She saw how Gael's eyes rolled back, and a deep groan rumbled in the corner of her room.

She was clueless on this, but... Her tongue seems to know what it needs to do. "Atasha... fuck! Sweetie, suck deeper. More... More... You're doing great."

The moment she hears his command, she snaps. For some reason, she did follow his order and slowly suck him deeper in and out, the slow motion becoming faster.

She feels like she'll choke, but damn! Atasha sets a relentless pace, bobbing her head up and down while wrapping her tongue around his thick and throbbing shaft.

She alternately deep-throated his length and focused on its sensitive head, her tongue teasing its dimple while sucking his leaking precum.

Gael's hands fist in her hair, guiding her head as she sucks his d*ck. She continues for ten more minutes.

But in a final shuddering moan and groan, he reaches his peak. His c*ck pulses in her mouth as he releases his hot seed, spilling onto her tongue. It was sticky and milky.

She was looking at him while slowly devouring his c*m. She licks down and plays with his balls inside her mouth as his milk slides on it.

"Oh... f*ck! You're so incredible, Atasha... Come here," he dangerously commands.

She kneels properly, and he claims my lips with a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside her mouth, tasting himself. "It's time for another play, little one," he says in a husky, deep voice.

He grabs her arms and pins her to the bed while she still kneels on the floor, her stomach lying on the mattress. He can see now how soaked her panties are in full display.

Gael positioned himself behind her, his large hands grabbing her hip in a possessive manner. "You're so wet, sweetie," he whispered in her ear and kissed her nape in a sensual motion.

He pressed his erection against her entrance beneath her undies and then suddenly inserted his shaft under her panties.

He begins to move, rubbing his length on her pussy lips.

"Nghnnn... your shaft... this feels so good," she says, accepting that face.

"Don't worry. I won't penetrate, but this will surely be a bliss for us."

Gael DeLuca kissed her cheek this time. Each gentle rub on her wet folds, the way his c*ck's head rubs against her nub, the pleasure sends shivers in every cell of her body.

He sets a teasing pace. He moves slowly and hits her entrance and cl*t at the same time. We are both panting as he digs his finger into her waist and rubs faster in an intensifying rhythm.

He leans his back against hers, and he bites her nape softly, marking her. Atasha didn't care. The pleasure makes her mind fuzzy, and she's enjoying it.

"I'm getting closer, sweetie. Come with me..."

Gael bites the sensitive spot in Atasha's ear. He can't believe that she's enjoying foreplay. He never does and just does it so his shaft stands, but tonight? It's damn different!

He grabs her neck and uses his middle finger to move her chin so she'll face him. He pressed his lips against her again and tasted her saliva once more.

"You feel so good, Atasha... so warm and soft, and you taste so good."

Her eyes were looking at him with desire. He groans when his cock's head kisses her wet entrance. He can feel his release building up. His balls were tightening, and he was aching to come.

"I'm going to fill these panties with my cum. Let's come together..." She grabs his arms and, this time, kisses him.

He rubs faster, and with a final and powerful brush, he breaks the kiss and buries his face on her neck.

Their bodies shudder as they both come, releasing their own juices and coating her undies with their hot and sticky nectar. We are both gasping, trying to catch our breath. We stayed like that for minutes.

Gael found himself looking at a woman who passed out after reaching her orgasm. He laughs. He fixes himself and scoops up Atasha, then puts her to bed. He covers her with her comforter. He cleans the mess they both made.

He looks at her one last time and presses his lips to hers. "That was great. You're perfect too, but... I can't indulge myself and pursue you. You will get caught up in a war, kitten. I won't let that happen," he whispers.

He grabs the pendant of his necklace. He takes it off and leaves it on her bedside table. "Live freely. Fly high, my Peony."

He walks away and leaves the building. He looks at the time. It's already ten. He dials Kyros's number. He answers.

"Boss? Come here now. He wants you to be here and discuss things again," he says. He drives his car off. "Tell him I'll be there soon," he says.

He drops the call and calms himself before he'll regret his decision of not touching or pursuing Atasha.

He can't drag an innocent woman into his fucked-up and dangerous world. His purpose in this lifetime is to kill the man who ruins the simpler life that he should've had.

He drove his car back to the venue. He grabs his gun and enters the venue hall. He made a warning shot and pointed his gun at a certain man at a specific table.

His gun was also pointed at my right hand's head. "DeLuca," he laughs.

"We are here for business, aren't we? Don't you mind dropping that shit?" he coldly remarked.

He laughs and puts down his gun. He was Rocco, the next leader of the Agosti family. "He told me that you just drop by somewhere and you'll be back. You know what dignity means, do you?" Rocco says with a hint of mockery.

He put down his gun and walked toward their table. As for the guests, they remained calm because they're also from the underground society. Kyros stood up and gave him the chair. He sits and crosses his legs.

"You should know that Verona isn't Rome, Mr. Agosti, and vice versa. You are here for business with us, and so am I. Stop acting like it's our privilege because if I act like one, your family can't take it."

His brow arches, and a hint of grudge flashes in his eyes. It looks like you're much more cunning than your uncle."