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"What the hell?" Elsa turns to me as if to say,is this guy for real?She rolls her eyes before turning back to him. "Who the hell do you think you are, you asshole?"
"We're leaving," he says through gritted teeth.
"You can take her. I am not going anywhere." Elsa turns away.
"Don’t turn your back on me," Seb growls.
"I’ll do what I want, when I want," Elsa huffs.
Seb’s features seem to grow thunderous. He steps forward, but I grip his hand.
"Don’t," I say in a soft voice, "let me handle this."
He glowers at her for a second longer, then nods.
"Elsa," I touch her shoulder, "I think it’s time for us to leave."
"I am just starting to have fun." She scowls at me from the corner of her eyes. "Besides, who does he think he is to order me around?"
"The Sovranos can be a bit overwhelming. Why don’t we get out of here and I’ll explain on the way home?"
"Fine." She tosses her hair, most of which has escaped from the messy bun on top of her head. "There's one thing I have to do before we leave." Her eyes gleam.
"Oh?"
She darts toward the bar, grabs a tall glass of beer, then turns and dumps it on Seb.
16
Axel
I sprawl across her bed.
It had been a bitch getting here, but I had been determined to make it here on my own steam. After Theresa had left, I’d had pulled away from Sheena. My legs had been shaky, but I had managed to walk to the bathroom by myself. Sheena had asked if I was sure that she couldn’t help and I had assured her that I could take it from there and that she could return to whatever it is she’d been doing. She had given me a funny look but had done as I’d asked. I had walked slowly into the bathroom, had a shower, then managed to dry myself and pull on a fresh set of clothes—courtesy of the Sovranos, who’ve ensured that I have a wardrobe full of clothes. Something I am not particularly happy about, but until I regain my memory completely and am strong enough to get out of here, I have no choice but to be dependent on them. It hurts my pride to do so, but I am nothing, if not practical. It’s the only way I’ve managed to survive this far.
I need to get stronger, which means I need to focus on my recovery—ergo, I need to pretend to be amenable to whatever the Sovranos have in mind, and that means accepting the clothes and the roof over my head. It’s only for a few more weeks, assuming I can will my body to cooperate. And the one thing I am good at is using my determination to shape events to go my way.
Once dressed, tiredness had crept over me. So, I had slid onto the bed and napped for a few hours. I had woken up refreshed and energized and horny. Thoughts of Theresa had filled my mind. Her soft skin, her pink lips, the way her hips sway as she walks, that scent of apple blossoms that fills my lungs every time she’s near. She is everything soft and curvy and pliable. Someone I can bend to my will and use to keep myself entertained while I recover. It’s why I had rolled out of bed, then walked up the corridor and toward her room.
I had walked in and found it empty. First surprise, then irritation had filled me. I had checked the bathroom and her closet and concluded she wasn’t there. By then, tiredness had already started setting in. So, I had walked over to her bed, sat down, and using the internal phone line, had called down to the kitchen, the hub of activity. The staff had informed me that she had been seen leaving with Seb.
What the fuck? What was she doing with him? Where was he taking her? And, most importantly, how dare she leave the premises of the house without my permission? Of course, I hadn’t told her that she had to stay inside. I hadn’t warned her that she couldn’t head out of the house without informing me. I thought it was understood… Clearly, I was wrong. Clearly, I have to make myself clearer to her.
Tiredness had overcome me again and I had stretched out on her bed and closed my eyes. The next thing I hear is the sound of the door to the suite being pushed open. I have just enough presence of mind to reach over and switch off the bedroom light.
I hear her footsteps approach. She’s humming under her breath. Wherever she’s been, it’s put her in a good mood. Did she fuck him? Did she allow him to have his hands all over her? I ball my fists at my side. I track her progress as she walks inside the room. It’s dark outside, and while the light from the living room lights her up from behind, I am in darkness so she doesn’t seem to notice me.
She walks toward the bathroom, bumps into a chair, and almost falls.
"Whoops," she hiccups, as she rightens herself. "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes. To the chair? I arch an eyebrow as she straightens, then weaves her way in the general direction of the bathroom again. She stops halfway, kicks off her heels. She reaches for the hem of her dress, then yanks it up and over her head. She throws it in the general direction of the bed where it lands on my face, covering my mouth and nose. The scent of apple-blossom, mingled with her sweat, fills my nostrils. Every pore in my body seems to pop. My groin hardens. She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor. Then she shoves her panties down her shapely legs and kicks them aside, giving me a flash of her curvy behind before she disappears in the bathroom. The sound of the water from the shower reaches me.
Fuck!I adjust myself, then push off the bed. Thankfully, my legs feel strong enough to hold up my weight, at least, for the time being... Barefoot, I pad over to the bathroom and glance within to find her inside the shower. She hums to herself as she raises her arms. The shower water pours down her shoulders, down her back, in the valley between those perfectly-shaped arse cheeks. Fucking fuck. A bead of sweat runs down my spine. I approach her, then pull open the door of the shower stall and lean against it.
She hums under her breath, then turns. Eyes still closed, she soaps her breasts, running her hands along the sides, underneath them, before trailing her fingers down her waist to play with her pussy lips. She slides her finger inside herself, then adds another. She moves the fingers in and out of herself, in and out. Her breasts rise and fall. I raise my gaze to her face to find her eyes still closed. She bites down on her lower lip as she continues to pleasure herself.
I drag my gaze back to her pussy to find her finger fucking herself with three fingers now. Fuck! I slide my palm inside the waistband of my pants and squeeze my cock. As she thrusts her fingers in and out of herself, I drag my hold up my shaft, then again, and again.
My breath comes in pants, the steam from the shower envelops me, and sweat beads my shoulders. I increase the intensity of my actions, keeping pace with her. Her hips twitch and her torso curves. Fuck, she is close. She leans back into the wall at the back of the shower as my dick lengthens further. I stroke myself harder, faster, and that’s when her entire body seems to freeze. I jerk my chin up, take in the way her features contort, how her eyes are still closed, her eyelids crinkled as she opens her mouth in a soundless cry.
