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“I plan on doing that for the rest of your life,” he whispered as he put his lips ear my ear again. One trick pony or not, it was a turn on. “You would have been so bored to death, anyway. Aren’t you done with him?” Ion asked, daring me to tell him the truth. My heart was beating fast, and I could do one of two things. I could disappear with my betrothed and admit may attraction to him before Phillipe even saw us together, or I could walk away from Ion and get back to the table so I could enjoy the meal with Phillipe.
“I can’t lie,” I told Ion, coming to a conclusion as his hands stroked my hips and up my sides. The way he dominated me just enough without being harmful was something I realized I needed. I was no good given just any option in the world. “I am bored. Let’s get out of here.”
A triumphant smile came to Ion’s face, and he led me out the back-way lightning fast. He already had the car waiting for us as if he had known the whole time I would say yes. I looked over at him as the car sped away, I assumed to the house, and I shook my head at him. “You are a cocky bastard.”
Those were the last coherent words I got out as Ion’s green eyes met my chocolate ones just before he closed our short distance with a kiss. My body responded with something similar to what it had when he had touched me the day on the treadmill. Even if I didn’t love Ion, or even like him sometimes, my body was thinking something entirely different. A sort of frenzy began, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to have the freedom to choose to be with a man. I suddenly wanted to experience that freedom, and I didn’t want it to be in bed he was forcing me to sleep in, or in the house with my daughter. I wanted it to happen now, so I hoped the driver went slow.
I pressed my body up against Ion’s, trying to let him know what I wanted. In this department, I had no true experience, so I hoped I wasn’t making a complete fool of myself as I placed my hand on his thigh, caressing it, before moving up more and more. I wanted to have him anticipate it before I reached the spot, which was much closer than I had imagined. He was hard, his shaft sliding down his pant leg towards me in response to our continued kisses, tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. This is what dancing should feel like.
I let my hand stroke him through his pants, and he growled into my mouth before nipping at my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. It swelled with pleasure as I trailed my hand up his chest, feeling the muscle underneath. I began to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me, tipping me over in the backseat so that he was looming over me. He had one hand under my head to support it, making sure I was looking right into his eyes. His other hand began to remove my clothes effortlessly, finding no trouble with zippers or buttons. Before I knew it, I was naked on the leather seat as Ion was kissing down my body, making goose bumps rise all over my skin. “I wanted to wait for you little minx, but you’re so tempting.”
I shivered as his lips landed at my navel, letting my head go so that his fingertips of his other hand could stroke my nipples. They instantly hardened, and I arched my back in response. No one had ever touched me like that, in a way I might enjoy. “You’re a smart woman, love. I bet you knew there was nothing more that I’d love to do then be inside you after your date, hmm?”
The moment his hand slipped farther down, finding that sweet spot on me, my mind was blown. I knew it was possible and that it existed, but I didn’t think any man would ever touch me where I would like to be touched. He had my full attention and control at that point. “Answer me, love.”
“Y-yes” I trembled, Ion sat up just enough to begin stripping himself. I tried to sit up on my elbows so I could watch, but he shoved me back down, his palm landing square on my chest. There was that dominance again. He was the male lion, the head of the pride. I didn’t know he was finished until I felt his shaft, his hard-on right up against my thigh now. I tried to judge the size based on what I had felt and wondered what I was in for. Did his manhood match his confidence? I certainly hope so.
Ion snaked his hands up my legs before spreading them apart. The head of his shaft was now sitting at my entrance. It was not because he was waiting for permission, but he was going for suspense. The minute he slid inside of me, pushing through my wet center as far as he could, my mouth rounded out in an O. My hand reached up to grab the “oh shit” bar, dangling from it as his slow, hard thrusts sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.
I didn’t know sex would ever be that good for me, but I felt my mind letting go, feeling free in the sensations as he rocked my body. I moaned, relaxing into him as he took control of me, his cock spreading me wider as his rhythm picked up. My hand lets go of the bar, and both my hands travelled down his bare back, feeling the ripple of the muscles with the effort of his movements. He would go slow and then fast and then slow again, holding me back from that moment I wanted to experience so badly. It was pure heaven, and I never wanted it to end.
The car was slowing down, and I knew this needed to happen fast. He wouldn’t dare leave me so worked up and unsatisfied, would he? Just as the car slowed, he rocked his hips hard against mine, finally letting it happen as my body shivered beneath his. He held onto me as I moaned, feeling like I had been transported to another planet, his own release happening at the same time.
Chapter 13
Mariana
In the past two weeks, I’d forgotten completely that I had previously set up another date with a clan member. It was a few short weeks ago when I’d met him at a meeting Ion and I had attended. So far, the dates I’d gone out with were definitely not amused by Ion's cockblocking behavior. Both leaders I had attempted to make something happen with had gone off whining to other clan leaders, which told me that in their cases, I had made the right decision not to pursue them.
His name was Stefan Dalca. He was four years older than I was, making him well within the right age range, and his reputation more that preceded him. Besides Ion and Anton, he was one of the most feared clan leaders alive. He was quick-witted, sly, and easy on the eyes. He was a lady killer of sorts as well. There were rumors that his drug trades had made him a billionaire. I couldn’t help but think that if anyone other than Ion had the makings of taking on the Vasile legacy, he would be the one.
We ended up in an adjacent room, though I didn’t know how long our privacy would last. I smiled politely at him as he stared intensely at me with his amber eyes. His tight black shirt allowed me to see just how ripped he was, and his facial hair looked like it had been painted on. He could have easily been an offspring of Zeus in another life.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Mariana," he said, my name flowing off his tongue like melted butter. This guy was good.
"It is nice to meet you too, Stefan,” I told him, feeling myself getting nervous; like full on shaky knees nervous. It probably had something to do with him looking like he belonged in a Calvin Klein ad.
"I have heard the rumors you know, like you have been dating other clan leaders to see if they are a better fit for you than Irritable Ion," he commented, dropping hints all over the place. I couldn’t help but laugh at his nickname for Ion. "How has that gone so far?" he asked, smoothly.
I felt no need to lie. "Not so well," I admitted with a shrug. At that point, I kept glancing towards the hall, expecting Ion to show up at any moment. "Look, Ion could be here any moment and discover us..."
I was interrupted by Stefan who leaned close and then brushed a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear. I blushed, cheeks hot and red. What was it about this man? "Then, I guess we better give him something to look at," Stefan retorted with a cool grin. A warmth came over my stomach at that moment, until I did see Ion coming to watch us with fury in his eyes.
"I will see you very soon," Stefan told me with a wink before turning around and looking Ion right in the eyes on the way out. I knew with this one, it was going to be nothing but a battle of the testosterone.
***
I did see Stefan again, several times before we even went on a date. He brought me flowers, a selection of cheeses, and even chocolates and a card. I could tell he was partially doing it so that he was in Ion’s face at all times. He even began calling for me at the house before he finally took me out. It was nice for me, though, because I felt I already knew some things about him before we had to converse on our first date. Maybe that was where I had gone wrong with the other two men; it had been the awkward exchange of total strangers. With Stefan, it wasn’t.
Our first date had actually been a tour of a winery outside of town followed by a small picnic. He was easy to laugh with but also easy to just look at or kiss if I wanted. There didn’t seem to be a rush or pretenses, nor did I feel like we had to talk about on or Jonas, or anything. He did know about my daughter, and he let me ramble about her all I wanted. Maybe what I had with Stefan was pure narcissism, or maybe it was what a real relationship was supposed to feel like.
I’d forgotten about our second date, he just showed up at the house, and I was completely unprepared. I looked back to Ion, his face filled with fury. If I had remembered I would’ve called Stefan and cancelled it, in truth, my heart didn’t want to be with him. I went with Stefan, discovering that he rented a house boat where there was a candlelit dinner waiting for me. It was stunning, seeing the city from afar like that at night as we fed each other good food. After dessert, he pulled out something I didn’t know he had; a guitar and proceeded to sing me a song in Portuguese. I didn’t know all of what he was saying, but his voice was beautiful. It took me aback, and I was smitten by the time he laid out a blanket so we could just float and look at the stars.
At one point, and I looked up at him to thank him for the great date. That was when he kissed me. He kissed me so deeply I was
sure my parents could feel it from the grave. A tingle travelled all the way down to my toes as the kiss intensified, and his hand slid possessively down my back and over the hump of my ass before squeezing it. He kissed and nibbled down my neck and around my collarbone, rubbing his thumb gently on my right hip. I pulled back from the kiss, it wasn’t because he was a bad kisser – he was absolutely amazing, and any woman who caught this one would be lucky.
Stefan pulled me against him; I could feel him growing against my belly as he discovered I was wearing a lacy pair of panties where the bottom of my ass cheeks hung down. His fingertips explored their shapes, “Stefan, stop” I told him. When he didn’t immediately comply, I shoved his chest back and stood up, taking a few steps backwards.
