His Confession

by S. Valentine

  “C’mere.” He pulled her toward him, unzipping his coat and pulling her to his chest to share it with her. She snuggled close to him, and inhaled the masculine scent of his cologne. “You like it here?”

  “It’s lovely.”

  “I come here sometimes, to take time out.” He reached for his drink. Gabi saw the faraway look in his eyes, a hint of sadness and uncertainty entering them. There was more to him than he let on—a lot more. Gabi wanted nothing more than to knock down the walls he had put up to protect himself. He may look after everyone else around him, but she could bet that he needed rescuing too. He needed someone to be there for him, just as much. As he plastered on a smile, and looked up, the sadness and uncertainty had gone, and as usual, he was playing it safe, pretending that he was okay, when Gabi knew that that was far from the truth.

  He leant forward, and cupped her face in his hands. Gabi stared back at him unblinkingly. She felt her heart tighten in her chest. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, his lids closing. His tongue greedily explored her mouth, wrestling with her tongue savagely. Gabi felt herself melt under his touch, desire coursing through her body. She ached for him.

  He entangled his fingers through her hair, gripping it roughly, his teeth nibbling at her lips. With soft moans, their mouths crashing together, they groped one another’s bodies desperately. As Darion’s hand slid up her dress, under the table, Gabi squirmed in excitement. I fucking love you, Darion Milano! She was dying inside, desperate to tell him. But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to risk sending him running for the hills.

  “Let’s go,” he murmured in between pleasure filled grunts.

  Her thighs trembled. Fire heated her loins, as she craved to be touched. “But we just got here.”

  “We’ll come again.” He grabbed his glass, draining the wine back.

  Gabi did the same. “You know that we’re that annoying couple that people roll their eyes at because we can’t get enough of each other.” She giggled. “The couple that people hate?”

  “I can live with that.” He grinned. “Come on.”

  Darion settled the bill with the waitress, and led Gabi to his car. Once inside, he started the engine, informing her that he needed to park somewhere a little more out of sight. As the car swerved through trees and bushes, when the footpath could no longer be seen, Darion killed the engine, but left the ignition on. “Angel” by Massive Attack came softly from the speakers, making the moment all the more sexy. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his expression fierce, raw, and hungry.

  Attacking her lips again, he climbed over the centre console and onto the back seat. Gabi joined him, glad that the Jeep was spacious. She felt herself being lowered onto the seat, her arms pinned to her sides. As Darion ripped her buttons open, one by one, allowing a cold breeze to send a shiver down her spine, Gabi’s excitement heightened.

  His smouldering stare travelled down her body, taking in her lacy, violet underwear. Gabi saw the bulge in his trousers, his cock thick and straining for contact. As his fingers trailed gently up her leg, Gabi writhed slightly, feeling herself moisten. Her lips parted, and she took a small breath. His index finger met her clit, circling it, all while he gauged her reactions. Gabi felt it throb as heat rushed through her groin.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Gabi.” He snagged her bottom lip between his teeth.

  She wriggled in anticipation. Peeling off her dress, he slowly massaged her shoulders, his strong hands rubbing them firmly. She moaned in lust with the feelings he was awakening. He massaged her for a good few minutes, and then his hands stroked their way down her body, as he kissed her lightly. He stopped to quickly pull off his coat and unzip his jeans. He lay on top of her, kissing her neck desperately, burying his hands in her hair. Before she could catch her breath, he thrust inside her, holding her by the waist and pulling her into him.

  He continued to slam in and out of her quickly, whilst his fingers pulled her breasts out of her bra, tantalising her nipples until they stood at attention. Gabi felt the heat rising in her chest as her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing turned to panting. It felt so good, she never wanted it to end. The groaning sounds that he was making in her ear were turning her on even more. He banged against her faster and faster until she clenched her teeth, feeling her muscles contract. He fit perfectly. She savoured every single pleasurable second. It was heavenly.

  And then she could no longer take it. As the pleasure built inside her, she felt the fluttering of an orgasm. As his fingers dug into her hips, squeezing, pulling her into him, deeper, harder, faster, Gabi took a deep breath. A climax ripped through her whole body, making her cry out.

  He quickly crouched down, his tongue buried between her legs. The tip of it met each delicious spasm. He lapped at her hungrily, licking, sucking, and swallowing the result of her arousal. The fact that he loved it made her enjoy it even more.

  When she relaxed, desperate for his own release, Darion plunged into her again a few times, until he stilled, crying out, his moans loud in her ear. His face strained, the cords tightening in his neck. She felt him shudder and spasm inside her. Eventually he collapsed onto her, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

  “Fuck,” he panted. “It feels so good with you.”

  They lay staring up at the stars in the black sky through the window. She felt him link his fingers with hers. They remained still and silent for a while.

  “You okay to drive?” he asked eventually, pulling himself up.

  “I’ve only had a drop of wine, I’m fine.”

  He squeezed her hand, and then kissed her knuckles. “You following me back to my place?”

  “Sure.”

  Back in his apartment, they lay naked on his king-size bed, their limbs entwined as they watched Pretty Woman, which was showing on the TV. Gabi felt content. She couldn’t refrain from grinning like the Cheshire cat. She felt like she was finally getting somewhere with Darion, their bond was getting stronger. She rested her head on his chest, his rapid heartbeat pounding against her ear. She placed a tender kiss on his chest before closing her eyes, and shortly afterwards, she drifted into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Thirty

  Darion

  “I love you more than life itself.” Darion nibbled on Eva’s earlobe. “Promise me you’ll never fuck me over.” He grabbed her roughly by the face, turning her to look at him. “Promise?” he repeated sternly.

  “Never,” she said, unzipping his jeans and sliding to her knees. “I’m yours, Daz. Forever.”

  ***

  Darion jolted upright in his bed. Fuck! He punched the mattress in anger. Another nightmare. What was happening to him? He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest and cried out. He needed air. He pulled open the window, and holding onto the ledge, he inhaled a deep breath. Her face. He couldn’t get her face out of his head. He cared about Gabi now, so why was Eva appearing in his dreams? Why was he still hurting? Why couldn’t he forget about his ex-wife? Perhaps he needed closure. Where were Gina’s comforting words when he needed them? He stopped to think for a moment, deciding what to do. Shakily, he grabbed for the phone and pressed the buttons. It rang. Please pick up.

  After five rings, she answered.

  “Come over now. I need to see you,” his voice was low, shaky.

  Putting the phone on the bed, he turned the stereo on. Music made him feel a tiny bit better. “Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys came from the speakers. He collapsed on the floor, his head between his legs. He couldn’t sit still. Angrily, he stood up, and with force whacked the ornaments from the shelf, causing them to fall and break.

  “Eva,” he roared loudly. “Why did you do this to me?” he cried out. “I let you fuck anyone. ANYONE. Why did you leave me for someone else?” The veins in his neck were protruding, his jaw clenched and his fists curled into tight balls. He was seething. His chest rose up and down rapidly. Why, why, why?

  He straightened his posture, trying to comp
ose himself. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily. Perhaps he shouldn’t have invited her around. He would take his anger out on her, with dirty, filthy sex. He was an animal when he was angry.

  He decided to have a cool shower to calm down. He stripped and walked toward the bathroom. He leant on the bathroom mirror and looked up at his bloodshot eyes. He looked possessed. He needed closure when it came to Eva, that was all. He needed to know why she had done it. He’d never had the guts to ask before, to hear the truth.

  After he showered, he heard the doorbell. He wrapped the towel around his waist, not bothering to properly dry himself. His heart was still banging against his chest, and he was still overwhelmed with emotions. He needed to de-stress, and quick. He pulled open the door to find her worried, beautiful face. He sighed in contentment, Eva leaving his mind.

  “Gabi.” He pulled her toward him, holding her tightly. “I fancied some company.” He didn’t want to tell her that he had lost it over his past, and his ex-wife, again.

  “I bought pizza.” She held a box in the air.

  Perhaps he could count on Gabi. Perhaps he really could open up to her. He just hoped and prayed that the upstairs of The Black Door didn’t scare her away.

  Chapter

  Thirty-One

  Gabi

  Present Day

  The next week passed in a blur. Work and dance class had however been going well for Gabi. At work, she didn’t have a backlog for once, and in dance class she’d been having a blast getting to know everyone, and jumping and dancing around for an hour made her feel energised, upbeat.

  She had also chosen and moved into a small apartment, and loved it. Adorned with books, photographs, candles, and some clutter, it was everything her old home wasn’t—cosy.

  She and Darion had been spending more time together, eating out at restaurants, partying, and getting merry in his club. They were starting to draw a lot of attention to themselves. Their feelings for one another had intensified. Gina wasn’t fond of their public displays of affection. Lexi, on the other hand, was happy for them. She thought Gabi was perfect for Darion.

  It was a Friday night at The Black Door, and they were seated at the bar. Darion lit and took a drag on a cigar. After he’d smoked it, and eventually stubbed it out, Gabi felt his fingers caress her leg. She shivered in delight. His smouldering eyes held an alluring mix of lust and desperation. A slow, lewd grin covered his face as he pulled her toward him. He brought his mouth down hard on hers, opening her lips with his tongue. As the kiss deepened, he let out a low moan. Gabi’s tongue crashed against his. She sucked on Darion’s tongue, wanting it deeper in her mouth, over her body, between her legs. Her heart thundered as heat flooded through her. She squeezed her eyes shut to savour the sensation, gasping when Darion’s fingers crept up her skirt.

  Her legs fell apart, and he burrowed under her skirt with determined fingers. Her inner muscles tightened with arousal. She flexed her hips toward him. The kiss was powerful, now urgent, heated. With his index finger, Darion tantalisingly stroked her throbbing clit. Her thighs trembled, a needy ache lingered in her body.

  “Let’s go to the office,” he said softly.

  She didn’t hesitate, but said, “All we seem to do is have sex.”

  His brow arched. “Are you complaining?”

  She shook her head, giggling.

  They headed to Darion’s office, and once there, they made themselves comfortable on the sofa. Darion wasted no time in parting her legs, his fingers tracing up them. With his thumb, he stroked the fine cotton of her underwear, slowly caressing her clit.

  Gabi felt her knees go weak, an excited shiver running up her spine, as her legs widened further. Darion licked his lips slowly. She let out a gasp when he moved her underwear aside, and carefully slipped a finger in. She squirmed in the seat in pleasure, a warm sensation blossoming between her shaking thighs. Darion inserted another finger, gently thrusting in and out, torturously slowly, all the while scrutinising her.

  When the pace got faster, Gabi moaned softly. Darion leant forward, so his forehead pressed against hers, and she knew that he was about to kiss her. Taking a breath, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing hers with a fast, firm urgency.

  “Oh, Darion…” She sighed breathlessly.

  “You like this?” he asked. Yanking down her corset top, he freed her breasts. His thumb and fingers closed hard on her nipples, tweaking them. Gabi arched her back, desperate for his tongue to caress them. His breath was hot on her skin as he nuzzled her neck, gently kissing his way to her chest. He slowly and lasciviously licked her nipple, then took it between his teeth and tugged on it hard, eliciting a gasp from her. Gabi reached down to stroke the erection through his trousers.

  He sucked her breast, his tongue flicking repeatedly over it, making it tingle. Rough, satisfied groans escaped his lips. His mouth met her other breast, where he gently nibbled the nipple, finally taking it in his wet mouth. His fingers were inside her again, thrusting away powerfully, sending waves of pleasure so high that he had to silence her with a kiss.

  “Ahhh…” she murmured breathlessly, writhing in ecstasy.

  His fingers continued to work their way to bringing her to an orgasm, plunging in and out.

  “Don’t stop,” she panted.

  He slid to his knees, parting her legs further, hitching her skirt up to her waist. As he buried his head between her thighs, his tongue found her clit, and the tip of it teased her. Gabi’s nails clawed the sofa. His warm saliva added to her wetness, and she cried out as his tongue probed her entrance. Gabi’s head dropped back. She wished he would never stop.

  As three fingers slid in deeper, pounding into her, his tongue lapping at her clit, Gabi knew she was close. Her inner muscles throbbed and quivered. A cry eased out of her throat. He withdrew his hand, sliding it under her buttocks to lift her closer to his hungry mouth, tantalising and teasing her with his tongue. Gabi grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he feasted on her, in between muffled moans. She wriggled at the intensity.

  “Darion, please…” she begged, panting, trying to reach for his zipper. “Come here.”

  He shook his head, and continued to flick with his tongue. Gabi rocked her hips forwards and backwards onto his mouth, every lick sending her over the edge. She bit her thumb to stifle her cries. She heard a low chuckle from Darion. When she looked down, she noticed he was intently gauging her reaction, a raw, animalistic lust in his eyes. His tongue lapped at her, his lips sucking her, urging her toward climax.

  “I’m close,” she mumbled.

  Darion licked her faster, circling his tongue. He spread her legs wider, the tip of his tongue flicking her sensitive spot. His fingers burrowed in again. She threw her head back, grinding her teeth. Her breathing grew heavy. A hot flush spread up her chest and into her face, spasms of pleasure shooting through her body.

  “Look at me,” he commanded. Her hands clutched his hair again, and she did as he told her to. As he continued to pummel in and out, she felt pressure build inside of her. She drew in a breath, and then another. With one final, deep thrust of his hand, her body tensed. Her inner muscles gripped his fingers, burning and throbbing. She shook as a rippling orgasm tore through her body, making her shudder and scream out in pleasure.

  “You’re fucking sexy, Gabriella Woods.” He grinned slowly and wickedly.

  She allowed her body to sink into the sofa. She felt disoriented for a moment. Her chest rose and fell with her panting. When her body finally relaxed, and her breathing subsided, Darion sat next to her. He placed his engorged lips over hers.

  Eventually, he pulled back. “I haven’t shown you the club properly, have I? The upstairs?”

  Gabi felt a wash of anticipation spread though her gut. With a small intake of breath, she said in a low tone, “No, you haven’t.”

  Darion held out his hand for her to take. That same devilish glint sparkled in his irises. His expression showed that he was brimming with excitement and urg
ency to show her what was upstairs. Instead of his casual attire, he was smartly dressed in navy jeans, and a navy shirt, the top buttons open. His hair was gelled back, rather than hanging loose. The musky aftershave he was wearing smelt stronger than usual. He was obviously trying to make a good impression, but for her, or for other women?

  Gabi felt her hands shaking. Why had it taken him until now to show her the rest of the club? She hoped whatever was upstairs wouldn’t change her feelings for him. She hooked her fingers through his and allowed him to lead her up the stairs. She couldn’t deny that she had been curious about that place for a long time.

  She could feel the loud vibrations on the stairs coming from the enormous speakers. When they made it to the second floor, she saw a beautiful brunette, who sat at a desk piled with papers. She stood up as if to ask for ID or something, and when she realised it was Darion, she sat back down. Gabi noticed a sign that read ‘Members Only.’

  She looked around the large room to take in her surroundings. It looked like a normal bar, but more glamorous. The dim lighting came from many overhead red spotlights, which created an intimate vibe. It held several red velvet sofas, and chairs surrounded by black marble tables. There were red curtains to many private booths along the right hand side of the bar. There was a strip of red carpet that led to another door at the back of the room—a black door.

  She turned to look at the rounded bar in the centre of the room. There were cocktails lined on it with lit sparklers in each of the glasses. Around a hundred bottles of alcohol lined the shelf above. The bar staff was comprised of stunning women, and a couple of men, all with flawless bodies. They were slowly gyrating to the music whilst they served the many customers who were sitting on the stools. There were poles on either side of the bar, which two brunette dancers occupied, dancing provocatively. Gabi recognised one of them as being Wendy.