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Chapter posted - October 23, 2020

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Playlist song: Lucas Marston - Strike A Chord (literally Sam's theme)

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{ Chapter 47 } : The promise of Adonis and Aphrodite 

     Weekend: You + Me = La Petite Mort – Beer Boy

I frowned at Sam's cryptic message, getting out of my car. I had class in twenty minutes. Oleg parked behind me, just along the street. I told him not to wear a suit if he insisted on following me around. He needed to blend in with the crowd. Not stand out. 

Are you okay? Did you take your vitamins this morning? – Barbie Girl

I was trying to be poetic. – Beer Boy

Do explain, Sir. – Barbie Girl

Sirrrrrr? *eyes peeking emoji* I like that *squirting emoji* - Beer Boy

Of course you do, honey. So what's this about the weekend?

PS: Pls tell me you took your vitamins! -Barbie Girl

La Petite Mort = Orgasm. Since this weekend is my birthday, I figured I'd remind you so you can pencil me into your busy schedule. #birthdaysex

PS: Yeah, I took them MOM. Get off my case! – Beer Boy

Wow. Classy, Samuel. Yes, I know. I'm taking you out Saturday for a 'surprise'. Dress nice, by the way. Like you did at the Church. Something that screams #bigdickenergy

PS: That's right. Listen to me. I'm your new MOMMY. – Barbie Girl

I sent a GIF of a dominatrix with her whip.

Samuel replied back with a GIF of his own: a man drooling with starry eyes.

So demanding. Fine, but I don't need to wear something that screams big dick energy – I have a BIG dick. Your mouth knows it, too 😉 <3

Laughing to myself, I sent him a few eggplant emojis.

I jacked off twice this morning to pictures of you. My favorite one is you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock, while you finger yourself. Are you going to let me sneak a few more nasty shots this weekend, baby? – Beer Boy

I screeched to a halt in the west wing. My mouth gaped as I read his text. A few people bumped into my frame, grumbled, then walked around me.

The messages kept coming while I basked in my surprise, horror and honestly? Lust.

Make sure you stretch on Saturday. I'm going to be fucking you all night long. Till you lose your voice from screaming my name. – Beer Boy

Are you going to let me film my cock thrusting in and out of you? I bet you'll fucking beg for it, Anna. We both know you're just as bad as me. – Beer Boy

Going to wrap my fist around your hair and finish in your teasing, disrespectful mouth. Make you lick us both clean. You'll like that, won't you? My fucking naughty Tesoro. – Beer Boy

Or maybe you'd like to watch us in a mirror as I pound into you from behind...What do you say, sweetheart? Promise I'll lick your tight little pussy first, as an apology for how hard I'll be fucking it later. – Beer Boy

Oh. My. God.

My throat dried up. Oleg gave me a quizzical look at my flushed expression. With shaky fingers, I brushed my hair aside. Sweat gathered at the nape of my neck. I was a whole mess. My thong dampened and I had to endure a 'Religions of the World' lecture for an hour and a half. I was going to kill my boyfriend.

I have class in ten minutes, Sam. I can't believe you just said that to me. – Barbie Girl

You wet for me? – Beer Boy

Yes. – Barbie Girl

I'm sitting hard in class. That's what happens every time I think about you. – Beer Boy

Too worked up to answer, I marched down the busy hallways, trying to appear cool and collected. But really I burned on the inside.

He sent me another one before my class started.

I'm taking you out for lunch after my next class. Don't go anywhere. – Beer Boy

* * *

My incredibly tall, tanned and dirty-talking boyfriend was already waiting for me by my car. Arms and ankles crossed in a slight slouch. In his black jeans, grey turtleneck and leather jacket, he was the equivalent of a model stepping out of GQ. The aviators he wore just added to his allure. I had to give myself credit; Sam had style before we met but being in a relationship with me increased his dress-up game by tenfold. Like I said: New Mommy.

Maybe if Oleg weren't trailing a few feet behind me, I'd run up to Sam and scale him like a monkey, planting kisses all over him to let all the girls in our vicinity – who were unabashedly eye-fucking him – know that he was mine.

I melted into a muddle when Sam's mouth quirked up in a huge grin upon spotting me, a dimple coming out to play behind his stubble. "Hi, baby," he mouthed, wiggling his eyebrows like a jackass, subtly referring to the fact that he continued sexting me while I was in class.

Roses are red. Violets are blue. You're going to ride my cock and my face pretty soon. – Beer Boy

I'm sitting in finance class, imagining coming all over your stripper tits. – Beer Boy

I already miss your taste. Skip class. Meet me outside. I'll finger you under the courtyard table and no one will ever fucking know. – Beer Boy

Bet you're wearing a small skirt just to drive me crazy, Bellissima. – Beer Boy

As always, shameless as ever. But I preferred him bad – that was my favorite Sam.

I jogged the short distance to him and threw my arms around his neck. With the added heel of my thigh-highs, I could kiss him easily. I slapped a quick peck on his mouth. "You asswipe. I can't believe you sent me such filthy texts while I was learning about Jesus."

"When has Jesus ever stopped us from misbehaving." He grinned against my mouth, clapping my ass so hard, so loud, that people in our surroundings gave us big-eyed looks. A disbelieving chuckle left me. That's one way to mark your territory. "Also, don't pretend like you were actually listening. It's not even one of your major classes."

"Not even going to deny it."

"Give me your keys. I'm driving us to a new Italian pizzeria for lunch, then taking you to the gym."

"I can't afford to skip anymore classes, Sam," I hushed, running my fingers over a new bruise high on his left cheekbone. It was new to me, because I hadn't seen him in four days, but it was slowly healing. It complimented the small, jagged scar he had in his left eyebrow. "Neither can you."

Sam rubbed my waist, then leaned in to kiss my cheek, whispering, "I know Danny wants to teach you how to shoot a gun."

"What about it?" I whispered back so no one, not even Oleg, heard us.

"So I need to teach you how to fight." His Adam's apple rifled uncomfortably. "Richie says we have the gym to ourselves. We'll go over some basics today and start training after the weekend. Some self-defense moves and more."

"You really want to teach me how to fight?"

"I'll sleep better at night knowing you can take care of yourself if I'm not around."

"Not around?" I repeated, horrified.

If I'm not around...

Because of the fight with Baxton? No. I didn't even want to think about that.

Sam opened the passenger side door for me. I got in wordlessly, handing him my keys. I thought of my family and how Scotland would be the safest option for them. I thought about Sam and Tiffany. I thought about this whole situation. I thought about me. My eyes filled with a veil of tears, but I refused to let them drop.

Sam started the car and pulled out of the spot with ease, shooting me a sidelong glance. Oleg trailed close behind.

After putting the pizzeria's address in the GPS, sensing my sadness and, for some inexplicable reason being unable to console me because he too looked plagued with disturbing thoughts, Sam spoke gruffly, "Anna?"

"Mhm." I blinked back tears.

"Pull your skirt up and tuck your thong to the side. I'm going to finger you, Tesoro."

"Are you serious?" Was he crazy?

"Do it, please," he pleaded, voice thick.

The mention of his fight – it scared him. Sam never really spoke about it and I didn't bring it up either because it scared me too. Instead, we danced around the subject whenever Sam mentioned he was hitting the gym for a few hours. Now that he'd brought up the painful reminder of our reality, he needed something to distract himself: me.

And obviously, I was crazy. Because I did as he said, a little bit because I wanted to please him and a lot because I needed to feel distracted too. I didn't want to ever think about Sam in a cage, fighting for his life.

"Anna," he urged, breaking through my overthinking.

Fascination gripped me as I turned my head to watch Sam. Awaiting to see what he'd do next.

Never taking his eyes off the road, Sam's fingers feathered over my thigh then quickly stole to my wet folds. Keeping one hand on the wheel, he speared two fingers into my pussy. I cried out, my back rounding. Already wet. Already staining the leather seat. "S-Sam." I clutched his wrist to keep him there.

As if he had plans of leaving.

"Shh," he whispered, taking a sharp left. "Stop stressing. Everything's going to be okay. I got you. Just let me please you."

I let him.

He gently rubbed my clit in circles until I moaned his name. Two fingers delved back into my heat, pumping until he encountered the spot inside of me that made me weak, the heel of his palm putting pressure over my clit. I came all over his hand and ruined my panties in the process, while he drove fast enough that no one could see what happened inside but slow enough that Oleg could follow.

He didn't ask me why I had tears in my eyes when we reached our destination. He simply reached forward and kissed my eyelids, a grimace on his face. "We're going to be okay. Nothing will happen to me. Nothing will happen to you. I promise."

* * *

Saturday rolled around faster than expected.

I entered the gated community housing the safehouse Sam and Tiffany were staying in. My mouth dropped when I parked my Mercedes in the large circle brownstone driveway. It was enough for ten cars.

A marble fountain adorned the courtyard, the centerpiece to a beautifully sprawled two-story mansion. The entrance was flanked with four white pillars, encasing a huge dark wooden door. Balconies and floor-to-ceiling windows heightened the home. Trimmed hedges and what would be cherry blossom trees in the spring crawled around the property, giving it almost a whimsical look. As if straight out of an enchanting fairy-tale. This place was reminiscent of the one I always dreamed of owning one day when I grew up.

This was only one of the many safehouses the Ivanov clan had under their belt. This had to be worth millions. Did I really want to know what else Danny did, besides having his name stamped on a couple of restaurants across the city?

Probably not.

Tiffany waited for me at the front porch, in a cute summer dress despite the autumn chill. I stepped out of my car, shifting my sunglasses over my head, and waved at her. She smiled and came down to help me take Sam's huge cake out of my car.

"Breathtaking, isn't it?" She sighed, motioning towards the house. "The kitchen is every woman's dream."

"I'm salivating." We both held one side of the cake and hauled it out. The box was a little squished but I'm sure the cake remained intact. "You think Danny will let us keep it? I want to move in."

"I wish. He told me this is one of their spares."

"I wonder what his home looks like."

"He lives in a shiny penthouse."

"Damn, and he's not married? Maybe I should be dating him."

Tiffany threw her head back in a good-natured laugh, before sobering up. "I worry for him. He's young – only twenty-eight, turning twenty nine – and a complete workaholic. He needs a woman's touch to soften his life a little."

And we both knew what kind of life he lived. Blood. Guns. Money. Yikes. "He doesn't even have a girlfriend?"

"Not that I know of." She shrugged as we entered the house.

When I caught sight of the marble stairway with golden banister, large crystal chandelier and intricate molding along the walls, I swore I entered heaven. I could hear the angels singing. We wobbled towards the kitchen.

"He says he's too old for a girlfriend, too busy, and not interested. He's always been private in these kinds of matters. Danny's last known relationship was my daughter, and that was more than five years ago."

Tiffany and I busied ourselves with decorating the luxurious patio – which was blessed with a roof and built in heaters, thank you Danny – with twinkling lights, balloons, birthday banners and more. It was three in the afternoon and Sam would be in the gym for a while longer. I was spending the night here so I made sure to bring all my necessities. The plan was to get dressed, walk into Sam's room while he was waiting for me to come 'pick-him-up', surprise him with my presence, then drag him downstairs where everyone was gathered to celebrate.

He didn't want a huge birthday bash, but with everything going on in our lives, we figured one big hurrah was needed. Especially with the future being so uncertain. Tiff wanted to add more memories to her photo albums, because the events of this year had made everything so much more important. We had to cherish every second.

After we finished setting up, I went to park my car in the garage so Sam wouldn't see when he arrived home.

* * *

I spent a little over two hours getting ready.

The room Tiffany prepared for me (Bless her heart. She thought I wasn't going to sneak into her son's bed tonight.) was a four-poster bed affair sitting on a dais with see-through pink fabric draped over the structure. White and gold accents complimented the room, along with a massive ornate mirror that would be perfect for taking pictures.

I posed and snapped a few shots. I'd started my own fashion account online where I posted my outfits throughout the week as a way to serve for inspiration. I was considering majoring in fashion designing, since clothes and styling were such a huge part of my identity. Therefore, Gabby and Layla coerced me into creating this as an outlet.

Tonight, I donned a body-hugging emerald number with diamond-studded straps and the kind of square neckline that made my cleavage look flawless. It was backless, dipping down to the swell of my ass. It barely hit mid-thigh with a small slit on my left leg, joined together with more diamond chains. I'd curled my hair into bombshell style, bronzed my makeup to perfection, added a sultry peach-colored lip, and my favorite crystal earrings to complete the look. No room for a bra with this dress, but I did wear special panties for the occasion. Sam seemed to enjoy taking those off with his teeth, as I'd learned weeks ago. And because my boyfriend adored seeing me in heels, I wore golden stilettos with wrap-around straps that I'd tied all the way above my knees. If this didn't scream Happy-Birthday-Sam-Now-Fuck-Me-Please then I didn't know what would.

My bedroom door creaked open. Sam stepped in, looking flabbergasted. "Anna?"

I yelped, dropping my phone.

Sam shrieked in return, before falling back against the doorway.

"Sam? What the fuck! What are you doing here?" He. Just. Ruined. My. Surprise.

How the hell did he know I was in here?

"I can ask you the same thing! Have you been in the house this whole time or did you just get here? I saw your car parked in the garage and got suspicious. I thought you were on your way to pick me up."

I bent down to snatch my phone. I saw Tiffany's text. Everyone's here, waiting in the backyard for Sam. Only Hunter and Gabby hadn't arrived. I thumbed a quick reply, telling her I'd keep Sam distracted for a little while longer.

"I just got here. Your mom let me in. I was going to come to your room and surprise you," I lied.

"Oh." He tilted his head, then really drank me in. A puh like sound escaped his mouth. "Oh, fuck. Look at you."

I flushed. "Happy birthday."

"It's not until midnight but fuck it; I'll take you as an early birthday present." He grasped my hips and pulled me closer so he could get a better look. "I've never seen you look this beautiful. You're always gorgeous, but tonight you're just..." He laughed in awe, shaking his head. "Stunning doesn't cover it. You're going to kill me."

I looped my arms around his neck and pecked his cheek, leaving my mark as always. I loved that he kept the blond stubble. I preferred him like this over clean-shaven. "You're too good for my self-esteem. You look so handsome, Sam."

Black slacks. Silk black dress shirt molded to his muscular physique, with a few buttons popped open at the collar so you could see the beginning of his tattoo – phoenix wings scorching the left side of his neck. Sleeves rolled to reveal his strong, veiny forearms and a gold watch strapped to his wrist. I'd told Sam that men always looked more elevated with a watch on and clearly he'd taken notes. He even got a fresh cut, the sides of his head faded nicely with the top golden mass looking like perfection. Emerald green eyes twinkled with mischief. "Satisfied? Is this enough 'big dick energy' for you?"

I giggled and he kissed my forehead. "Where are you taking me tonight, sweetheart?"

"I can't tell you yet."

Sam hugged me to him and eyed our reflections in the mirror. Then he made a sound of distress in the back of his throat. He spun me around and skimmed his fingers down my bare spine.