Eva released a sexy moan when her naked back touched the cold concrete wall of her small apartment. She had been moaning endlessly since they entered the room— they were both on fire.
He was holding her bottom tightly as he pinned her against the wall— and oh, the savagery. She never thought she would actually enjoy his savage ways. She knew there was something monstrous about him— and yes, she could say he's a monster when it comes to sex.
Her fingernails dug deep into his muscled shoulders as he fastened his thrusts, while her legs wrapped around his waist to close the remaining gap between their bodies. He's making her crazy. She had been moaning and gasping alternately as he gave her pleasure by thrusting his length deeply into her moist muff. She was feeling hot— and a little tingly. She wanted more of him as he wanted her. And by God, how she'd like to stay like that forever.
She raised her head to give him access to her velvety soft neck, and he obliged. His soft lips traced on her skin— tasting her like a bee sipping nectar to a flower. She could feel his shaft getting harder every passing second and she was loving it. His thrusts were getting deeper and faster, too; as if he wanted to be done with it to start again.
Her delicious moans were filling the whole room as he continued giving her sexual satisfaction she'd never had for so long.
When was the last time she had sex? A little over a year. It's been a long time, and she was so hot and moist she'd give everything of her to the man she met at the tavern that night.
He was mysteriously and sinfully gorgeous. He had this glint in his eyes that promised delight—and savagery. The way he walked and talked was so sexy that she just gave in without second thoughts. When he approached her after her performance, she didn't hesitate to accept his invitation to go to the balcony and get to know each other. He offered her a drink, chatted with her, and listened to her endless complaints about her stupid drummer. And then later that night, they hooked up.
She couldn't even remember who initiated it— probably her.
Oh yes, her.
Only because she could also see how he wanted her— he was probably just waiting for perfect timing. So she took the initiative and told him she rented a small apartment in the city where they could spend a night together.
And there she was... enjoying the best sex of her life.
She could feel her body trembling with the intensity of overflowing emotions— she could almost see the stars in the distance. She could sense the glory— and she was getting there. She was really getting there... only if he didn't stop.
He took her hands that were gripping his shoulders and raised them above her head. He pinned her to the wall as if drawing strength from it. His breathing was heavy— his chinky eyes were gazing at her with intense desire, something Eva had never seen before.
"When was the last time you had sex?" he asked hoarsely.
Confused and slightly insulted, she frowned at him. "Why the fuck do you want to know?"
His face turned dark with passion when he spoke again, "Because you are so hot and tight I just couldn't believe it."
Oh…
She bit her lower lip when his eyes blazed in the fire of desire.
His intense gaze lowered to her lips, and the flames of desire intensified, reflecting in the chinky depths of his eyes.
"You feel so hot inside," he murmured as he lowered down his head. "Do you have work tomorrow?"
Her heart raced as she swallowed nervously, anticipating the moment his lips would descend upon hers.
"Y-Yes..."
"Can you skip work and stay with me for a couple of days?" His lips grazed on the side of her lips, teasing and seducing her.
Again, she swallowed hard.. "I would love to, but I have bills to pay—"
"Let me take care of them for you," he said before ravishing her lips. His mouth ravaged hers, and then he started to move again, thrusting slowly, inch by inch, until there was no more. He was deep inside her, and all she could do was moan and move her body with him as if they were dancing to an old song.
She felt a surge of pleasure as his hand began to explore. He loosened his grip on one of her hands and slid his palm down her throat, to her breast, brushing it with his knuckles before covering it possessively.
Her free hand went around his neck to pull him closer, and then, she returned his kisses just as fiery as she arched her body to his.
Later on, both of his hands went down again to her buttocks, carrying her away from the wall to the soft mattress of her single bed. She opened her eyes when he tore his mouth from hers, and saw him gazing at her face lustfully. He withdrew himself and stared down at his engorged sex.
"Can you see what you did to my body?"
Her eyes traveled from his broad shoulders to his muscled chest, to his flat abs, and down to his engorged maleness. Her needs intensified. He was kneeling between her wide-open legs and she couldn't help herself from anticipating the moment when he filled her up again.
After a few moments, he gripped her hips from both sides and took her again. She tightly closed her eyes and moaned loudly as his hands traveled down to her bum. She didn't care if her neighbors heard the noise she was making. All that mattered to her in that moment was the intensity of his movements, his lips playing wickedly on her ear, biting and nibbling, and his powerful body pressed against hers.
And when she finally thought she was reaching the stars again— he stopped and pulled her up. Sitting back on his lap, she straddled him, settling into a comfortable position while his hands never left her booty just so he could guide her to the right tempo.
She rode him like crazy. And oh, she wanted more of him, not just for that night— but for as long as her body needed him.
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He was woken up by a familiar sound, and as Shin opened his eyes, he found the woman peacefully asleep on his arm. A slight smile tugged at his lips as he looked at Eva's serene form.
Reflecting on the night, he couldn't help but acknowledge the intensity of their connection. They indulged in each other's desires throughout the night, both insatiable and unwilling to bring their passion to a halt. As exhaustion set in, Shin remembered glimpsing the first light of day through the crack in the closed window of the small apartment.
He gently removed Eva's hand resting on his chest. He needed to answer the call—the ringing phone disrupted his peaceful sleep. He knew exactly who could be calling him at this hour, as only a handful of people knew his number. At that moment, he was certain it was Jon.
Eva let out a small moan as he gently removed her hand. He thought she might wake up, but she just sighed in content and turned away, going back to sleep.
He took that chance to get up and look for his phone. He walked slowly, searching for the location of his leather jacket. With the faint light from the sunrise through the window, he found what he was looking for beneath the entryway table. He smirked, recalling exactly how it ended up there.
Last night was wild. The moment they entered the room, everything turned crazy— which they both waited and anticipated for. They started to take off their clothes the moment they got in. They both grabbed each other, kissed like it's the end of the world, and had wild sex the whole night. And damn, he was so exhausted that he just wanted to continue his sleep. But his fucking phone wouldn't let him.
He spared a moment to glance at the serene figure of Eva still peacefully asleep before reaching down to pick up his jacket from the floor. He took his phone out from its pocket, and saw Jon's name flashing on the screen. With his cellphone in hand, he stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"Report," he commanded upon answering the call.
Taking a moment to assess himself in the full-sized mirror facing the bathroom door, he noticed his disheveled hair. He ran his fingers through the tousled locks, trying to regain some semblance of order.
"Bad news, Chief," Jon reported, his words punctuated by a heavy sigh. "Loyd's group killed a target."
He cursed under his breath. It was the first time one of his men had killed a target under his command, and it left him feeling uneasy. But he quickly composed himself. Displaying emotions, whether rage or happiness, was not a luxury he could afford as the Titans' leader.
A leader should always be composed, relaxed, calculating, and menacing, he reminded himself before taking a deep breath to steady his emotions.
The coin had two faces, indicating there were two sides to the story. He wanted to know more before allowing anger to cloud his judgment.
"Provide further details."
From the other line, he could clearly hear the bickering among members of Loyd's group.
Each group consisted of six men, including their respective leaders. Richi, Finn, Rusco, and Loyd were the leaders of their groups. Every group had a scheduled date for their operations, rotating around town to observe, find targets, sense their surroundings, sell drugs, and collect money from their targets. All leaders would report to Jon, who in turn would convey everything to him.
"The target was armed and engaged in a struggle. One of our guys got a graze on the shoulder, and Loyd was not able to control his rage. He beat the target to death."
He rubbed his temples, attempting to ease the tension building up. "Where's the body?"
"Dumped it in the river, Chief. Close to the spot where Enzo Peres' car was burned down."
He muttered another curse. "And where is Loyd?"
"He's at the hideout."
He took a deep breath to steady himself. "Don't let him leave. I'll be there soon."
He ended the call and exited the bathroom. He then picked up his scattered clothes from the floor one by one.
He quickly put on all his clothes while contemplating the punishment he would impose on Loyd. For the first time in five years since he assumed leadership, someone in the group had dared to cross the line, defying his orders. He knew he had to issue that someone a punishment that he would remember until his last breath.
He had finished putting on his clothing when he glanced at Eva lying on the bed with her back turned, breathing steadily. He decided not to wake her. Where was his heart to disturb her after what they did last night?
He froze, questioning his newfound concern for women. Despite having many women in his life before, he never cared about them.
He couldn't fathom this change in himself.
He shook his head in annoyance. He had some issues to deal with back at the hideout and he needed to hurry.
With quiet steps, he walked over to the bed. From the pocket of his leather jacket, he took out all the money that was there. There were three folds left. It would suffice, he thought.
For sure, thirty thousand wasn't that bad for a night of tumble in bed, was it?
He tossed all the money he had in his hand on top of the nightstand where a picture frame with Eva's photo rested. In the picture, she was holding a guitar and smiling broadly at the camera.
His eyes lingered on the photo, and what started as a brief look turned into a prolonged gaze.
He couldn't fathom what made him stare at her smiling photo for an extended period—perhaps he was captivated by her smile. Or maybe her eyes? They were so expressive without the dark eye makeup she wore last night. Or perhaps her alluring figure?
He shifted his attention back to Eva. She lay on her side, her flawless back enticing his gaze. The soft satin sheet delicately covered her lower body. How beautiful and mysterious this woman could be?
He let out a sigh. He wanted to stay in bed with her, but damn, he was in a hurry. And she also needed sleep.
So, before he could change his mind, he turned away and walked towards the door. He'd see her again for sure.
No matter what happens, he would see her again for sure.