22: Suave (R)

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***WARNING: HEAVY SMUT, HINT OF VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM. SKIP THE SMUT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT.****
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“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”-Marcus Aurelius

Suave (adj.)- Elegant

Unknown POV:

His hands trembled as he stared at the DNA report, from nervousness, from excitement.

“H-Honey, calm d-”

“My doubts were true, angel,” He whispered, unsure of how to process this information. He knew that it could possibly destroy the hierarchy of the Estevans and possibly crumble two of his arch nemesis.

A whisper of humor crawled inside him as he found the irony in the situation.

An ominous laughter reverberated through him, coursing through the hollowness of the large hall, the echo of it bouncing off the walls.

"Why are you laughing, baby?"

"Ares and Archer aren't blood related," He chuckled, his eyes falling upon the paper, the familiar eyes of Archer Estevan and Ares Estevan stared back at him.

A gasp resonated, "Oh my goodness! This is huge-"

"It is," He smirked, "And I can't wait to see how Ares reacts to it."

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Adrianna's POV:

A breathy gasp escaped me as I felt his warm lips against my cold ones.

His lips embraced mine as if embracing a long lost lover that was separated by eternity. For some reason, this kiss seemed more intimate, so much so that it freaked me out.

It was gentle, yet it was anything but. I didn't know how to word it or process it for that matter, my mind was blank. His lips stole me off of every rational thought.

I wanted to run.... far away where the beauty of this moment wouldn't be able to touch me. It felt divine, sacred, pure- too suave for me to bask in it. I was scared, scared that I would be disappointed when it came to an end and would miss it, wanting more.

His arms snaked around my waist as he pressed me into his hard body, his pierced tongue gently licking at my lower lip, coaxing me to open up for him. His intoxicating smell invaded my senses, making me dizzy from the addictive pepper and bergamot scent that left a burning trail in me.

Heat pooled inside me. I couldn't get enough of him, his lips tasted like the sweetest fruit. The contrast of the cold metal of his piercing and his warm mouth left me needy and wanting more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes. His hand cradled me gently, the other one running along my torso. It gave me shivers.

Why did it feel so wrong, but so celestial at the same time?

Electricity zapped through me as his fingers tightened around my shoulder, a spontaneous moan escaping me.

I was scared of the perfection and the sense of serenity that came with it, it was too indulging to be only lust, too devouring to be a mere attraction.

But fuck it felt so good.

I pulled back, my lungs burning from the need of oxygen yet I was left wanting more. I wanted whatever this was to consume me and him and everything along with it.

My lids felt heavy as I stared at this perfection of a man. He was so pretty, I wanted to cry.

My lips throbbed as I took a moment to run my eyes over him. His untamed curls that fell over his forehead, a patch of grey hair peeking from underneath the ink black mess. His long eyelashes, two unmatched eyes, prominent cheekbones- his plump lips that were red.

I reached out and placed a peck on them, clenching my thighs as I felt wetness pool between my legs.

"Anna," He whispered, his voice deliciously coarse.

I swallowed a hollowness, somewhere inside me taking its place.

"Thank you," He uttered again.

My only response was to mash my lips against his. This man confused me to no end and I knew I had to run...

His hand fisted my hair, pulling me closer. I sucked on his tongue, opening my lips. Goosebumps rose along my skin, my heart throbbing painfully. Fire exploded between us, the heated kiss making my knees weak.

He pulled back, both of us panting heavily. His hand on my waist, his breath upon mine and our entwined beings under the sky.

It was scary, very very scary.

"Ares...."

"That's a little speech you got there," A small smile crawled to his lips.

A breathy chuckle escaped me, "I am pretty good at this."

"That I can fathom," I could see the pulse throbbing under the thin layer of skin that covered the distorted flesh of his face. It was a beautiful horror, a story behind each cut, each swell and each burn.

"It's getting late," I whispered, licking my lips.

He raised an eyebrow, "And I should care because?"

Warmth dusted my face as I made small circles on the nape of his neck, "I am horny, Mr. Estevan and I am hanging on a thin thread here."

A slow smirk made its way to his lips.

Rip my pussy.

"You never practiced control," His thumb gently traced my lower lip, that was sensitive from all the kissing. A moan escaped me as he pinched it, "Why now?"

"Be careful," A flurry of fire rushed through me as I looked around, "Words can be dangerous."

A yelp escaped me as his hand abruptly smacked my bottom, "You seem to have forgotten how dangerous I can be. Perhaps I can remind you, Ms. Campbell?"

His fingers traced my jaw as I felt my nipples pebble. Was he really going to do it... here?

Fear and excitement mixed with the pumping blood in my vein. I was breathing heavily.

"B-But-"

"I don't think I have gotten my message clear, Ms. Campbell," He leaned in, his fingers taking a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ear. My toes curled as he whispered in that voice that reminded me of molten dark chocolate, "I want to fuck you. Here. Right now."

The tips of my ears warmed as my mouth fell apart.

"Ares, what if we are sp-"

"I think you will like the risk," He turned me around, my bottom pressing to his hard crotch, "Won't you Adrianna? Does the idea of possibly getting caught turn you on?"

A gush of wetness rushed to my core as I bit my lips. It did turn me on, very much so.

"Yes," I whispered, my pussy throbbing painfully. I needed him, now.

"Good girl," A moan escaped me as his hand came down on my ass, his lips tugging at my earlobe.

I panted heavily as my cautious eyes looked around, careful of anyone that might be there. It was dark, windy- yet if anyone stood at the edge of the dock they would clearly be able to see us.

The sheer idea of someone possibly spotting me messed with my head. It seemed like that forbidden cookie jar, out of my reach and a limit I shouldn't cross- but I was too needy to care about morals.

"A-Ares-" His fingers trailed along the length of my arms, painfully slow- it made me shiver.

"Fuck me already," I begged, I seemed to do a lot of begging when it came to him.

"Patience," His hands steadied me as he hooked one of his fingers on my waistband and pulled it down.

The contrast of the warmth of my body and the coldness of the air hit my bottom, along with the nervousness.

"If you thought I fucked you hard that night," A gasp escaped me as he ripped my panties to shreds, "Think again. I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"Ar-"

"Shhh," He whispered in my ear as his hand squeezed my throat, "If you don't want them to hear you, keep your mouth shut. If you make a single sound, I am going to walk away from here."

I bit my lips, focusing on him and the building fire within me. My nipples brushed against my clothes, the friction of it driving me delirious from the need to cum. He licked my earlobe, his piercing brushing my warm skin, making me shudder.

His hand tightened, cutting off my oxygen. I squirmed, clenching my hand on his wrist and thrashing, black dots starting to cover my vision.

His other hand slowly traced the underside of my breasts, and then pulled at my nipples.

My toes curled as tears started streaming down my eyes. It was too all-consuming. Too much to take.

"I hate how accurate you are at your statement," He whispered, "I am angry at you."

That sounded so hot.

"Fuck me like you hate me," I choked out as my cautious eyes took a look around again.

Was it bad that I actually wanted someone to catch us?

"That's what I am planning to do, bitch," A moan escaped me as he shoved his cock inside me without any mercy. The intrusion was too much to take, the feeling of being painfully full along with the borderline pleasure. I quivered, my mind going blank. I was on the verge of lunacy, my pussy clenched around him, trying to accommodate him.

"Open up for me baby," He held onto my waist as he took out his cock and then slammed it inside me again, making me choke on my own saliva. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he played with my nipple.

His hand moved to my jaw as he placed small kisses along my neck,"You're so greedy," he whispered,"Insatiable."


It was exasperating how my body reacted to him, it was almost as if I belonged here. The mere thought of it was enough to worry me.

"You are drenched," He chuckled, "Beautiful slut."

My mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts, I bit down on my lips until I tasted metal. Unabashed tears streamed down my face as I looked around.

He drove inside me like a wild animal in heat, one that didn't have any inhibition or morals. Like a primal instinct, he fucked me raw. His quiet grunts resonated along the wind of the river, melting into the glitters of the night.

The twinge of pain that mingled along with the pleasure wrecked havoc within me. I clenched tighter around him, feeling the protruding veins of his dick as it hit my G-Spot.

"Fuck, baby," He rasped, his voice sending staccato of electricity down my body.

Suddenly, my eyes fell upon a moving silhouette on the dock. My heart stopped as I did a double check.

"A-Ares," My voice was heavy with desire, need- yet, I could sense my own fear, "Someone is there..."

His hand came down on my bottom, making me moan, "Look at him."

Cold fire ran down me as I stared at the unknown man, my eyes wide.

"Is he watching you?" He questioned as he thrusted deeper.

"N-No.." I panted, "But he might look. He might catch us..."

"Keep your eyes on him," My mouth fell apart as I battled with myself to keep my eyes open.

The man turned around, I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. He could see us, he probably couldn't make out our faces, but he could definitely see us.

"H-He is watching," I fought the urge to cum. The stranger's eyes weighed heavily on my skin. I could see myself through his eyes, a woman being fucked mercilessly by a man under the night sky.

"Bad girl," His hand gripped my waist, "Are you giving him a good show?"

I moaned in response. It was too much, too much to take. I could fall apart and shatter into pieces.

"Do you think he is enjoying the show?" He whispered in my ear as his cock turned painfully hard inside me. He was close to cumming.

I trembled in his arms, terrified yet delirious, "Y-Yes.."

"Let him," His hand gripped my neck, possessively, as he breathed heavily, "He can never have you."

My eyes closed on their accord as I felt myself climbing the high I never thought I was capable of experiencing. I could feel every painful thrust, I could feel the friction of my clothes as he slammed inside me brutally.

"C-Can I please cum?" I begged.

"Not now," He grumbled as I watched the stranger, his hand held onto the railing for support.

He thrusted shallowly a couple of more times, his lips skimming over my neck as he left soft bites, "Cum."

My mind went blank as my body obeyed him immediately. I came with a loud moan, drenching him, stars dancing behind my lids as bubbles of euphoric colors shadowed my vision.

"Cumming on my cock like a dirty little whore," I shivered as he thrusted one more time and came inside me with a grunt, feeling me with his warm seed.

I panted as I watched the stranger scurry away.

I moaned from the sharp pain as he slowly pulled himself out, his hands holding me steady still.

I breathed heavily, my legs going limp as I fell into his chest. He fixed my pants, before wrapping his arms around me.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concern lacing his voice, he pecked my lips slowly, savouring my taste.

A satiated smile lit up my face, "That was the best fucking I have ever had."

A low, breathy chuckle escaped him, as he grabbed his stick from the ground, "Can you walk?"

"No," I whined, the aftermath of his brutal pleasure settling in, my thighs ached, and my pussy throbbed from the pain.

He extended his hand, without another word, "Lean your weight on me."

I let out a shaky breath as I took his hand , entwining our fingers as he led me through the dock.

I kept my eyes on him as I walked, wobbling on my feet. Butterflies settled in my stomach as I noticed the red nail marks on his neck. A blush crept up my cheeks as I took him in, fascinated by him more and more.

I was right, I should be scared of this feeling, it could destroy me.

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It wasn't a long drive to the mansion.

I took the leisure to fix my hair and my makeup that screamed thoroughly fucked. I also took two paracetamols that I kept in my purse in case of emergency.

Could the pain from being roughly fucked in the middle of a shipping dock be considered an emergency?

It does sound like one to me.

A sigh escaped me as we walked in the manor, only to find Archer working on some papers, his brows furrowed as he adjusted his glasses.

"Oh my god!" I gasped in excitement, "I missed you! Where have you been?"

He looked up and a small smile made its way to his face, "I was a bit busy because of the company. How have you been?"

"I am doing alright," My eyes fell upon the papers he was working on, brows clenching when I saw our hospital's name engraved at the top.

"Are those Ares' reports?" I walked over to him, "Let me see-"

He folded the paper, smiling charmingly at me, "No, they aren't. They are someone else's, an employee who asked for leave. Nothing much."

"Okay..." I sighed, "Why don't we catch up over dinner? I need to inform you ab-"

"Adri," His voice was solemn, "Not now. We can do it later, okay?"

With that he grabbed his suitcase and papers and got up, walking away.

Ares kept a hand on his shoulder, stopping him, "Don't overwork yourself. Have dinner."

He merely nodded before walking past him.

"Something seems off about him," I clenched my brows.

"It does, but it's probably work," Ares sighed, "We should freshen up. Let's discuss the transplant, shall we?"

I nodded as I watched Ares climbing the stairs.

I tilted my head, still not grasping the thing about Archer.

What was wrong with him?

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