Fortune Favors The Bold

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: NOTHING DOING

“Syngnómi,” Adonis muttered in a rough voice, and Alaya felt goosebumps pucker on her arms at the gravity of his voice. He’d followed her inside the room, and she’d sensed his presence although her back was to the door. And was apologizing in Greek.

One of her other aptitudes aside from knowing the history of foreign countries was only to have a colorful vocabulary. And fortunately, or unfortunately for her, Greek was among the languages she could speak.

Although she had guessed that Aunt Calista had been trying to matchmake them, Alaya had taken the initiative sportingly, without creating any fuss. She’d felt Adonis’s embarrassment and hadn’t wanted it to make it into a big deal. Of course she was very much aware that she was in no way a match for the great heir of Fortunes. But to hear the words out loud and coming from him was heartbreaking.

“It’s okay,” she replied with a shrug which she hoped was nonchalant. She was trying to hide the world of hurt in that simple gesture. “I didn’t want to embarrass your aunt by refusing to stay,” she explained, taking in a lungful of air to fight past the emotional pain. “You don’t have anything to worry on my side. I know that I’m in your life only to do my job. There’s no way…”

She was abruptly pulled in his arms, and the words were cut by the force of his lips descending on hers to claim a kiss. It was so unexpected that for a moment she felt the earth tilt under her feet. His mouth was demanding against hers, seeking entrance in a beseeching and desperate way, but she was too stunned to react.

Putting up a hand against his chest to ward him off, she was surprised to discover that warmth infused her as desire clogged her brain. The touch which was meant to repulse had taken a new direction and was being used as an anchor instead.

The kiss deepened and with a resigned sign, she opened her mouth to him like a blooming flower. He wasted no time. He plundered the softness inside her mouth, coaxing when it became too harsh, but relentlessly exploiting the delicious sweetness. It was nothing like the first time which had been induced with a sense of emergency and frenzy.

This time, the onslaught was languorous and merciless, and she felt her knees wobble under her. His body felt like it had caught fire, and her clothes were confined in her body. She could no longer recognize herself.

He moaned, or did the sound come from her? It didn’t matter. There was no space for thoughts as sensations overwhelmed her, taking the lead in that moment. Her breasts peaked into two rigid buds so sensitive that the slightest brush of her bra made her whimper.

Seeming to understand her unspoken demand, his hand grabbed her breasts in two handful, and she sighed in contentment. He moulded the lush flesh in his hold, masterfully rubbing the erogenous zones and she moaned in decadent delight.

Pulling back from her lips, he watched her with hooded eyes the color green so vivid that her breath caught in her stomach. “f**k that!” he said roughly, teasing the two pebbles by pinching them and soothing with his fingers. “We both know that I’m a fool trying to delay the inevitable,” he admitted huskily, before bending to take possession of her lips in a proprietorial manner.

His words should have been enough to douse the fog of desire, but she pushed back the last remnant of rational thought and lost herself in the whirlwind of emotions he was generating.

With perfect synchrony, he rubbed the sensitive buds with the same rhythm through her clothes until she could no longer stand the barrier between them. With impatient fingers, she unhooked her bra from behind and dropped the lacy lingerie in haste.

It wasn’t like her to be so wanton, but she was beyond caring. Her stomach rumbled with pleasure when he touched the naked buds, and she moaned like a needy woman in dire necessity of a release. Her p*ssy was dripping wet, and all she wanted was to grind the sensitive spot against any rough surface to get some kind of relief.

“Oh yes,” he growled savagely, kneading the mounds of flesh in his hands almost reverently. “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time we met.”

The confession shocked Alaya – she would never have dreamt of him reciprocating her unwarranted attraction. He’d certainly hidden his intentions well enough.

“The sight of you caught me unawares,” he continued caressing her breasts, and she hissed in delight when his tongue replaced his fingers. “I was supposed to be mourning my father,” he mumbled between the flesh in a self-deprecatory tone. “Not wanting to f*ck the female detective working on the case.”

Then to bely his words, he slurped on the soft flesh of one breast, laving his tongue over the tormented buds, and she stuffed her fist inside her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

Damn! She was in someone else’s home. How could she forget that fact?

But immense pleasure was clouding her mind, she felt like she was about to crumble down to the ground like a mass of sensation. “I’ve been wanting you since the day we first met too,” she admitted, albeit reluctantly.

There was no need for her to be ashamed of her s****l needs, but she was somehow unwilling to give more power to that man who already possessed too much over her. It was an alien feeling that of reneging control to someone else, and she felt like her whole world was being swamped by quicksand.

In reward for her confession, he moved to the other breast, lavishing the same attention until she nearly lost her balance against the wall which was holding her list body straight. In a haze, she realized that her back was pinned to the wall and Adonis was stuck to her like a leech. If she had the impetus, her body would be lying on the floor right now.

He caught her right in time in his arms, and they both stumbled onto the bed, clothes flying in the air as they undressed in great haste. There was no longer denying the fact that they wanted each other. Case or not, Alaya wanted Adonis Fortune like nothing she’d ever coveted before.

Now that the forbidden feeling was out in the open, it should have felt less thrilling, less beckoning. But somehow, the desire didn’t dim. In fact, it flamed into a blazing fire which consumed both of them.

“Oh f*ck!” Adonis cried out when their naked bodies touched without anything between them. It inflamed their senses, and Alaya reached out blindly for him to fuse her lips against his. She wanted this man like none other.

She felt his body tremble underneath hers as she opened her legs to welcome his intrusion, her body already readying itself for his intrusion. However, he seemed in no hurry as his lips lingered over hers in a languid manner, prolonging the kiss until she was wriggling under him.

It was only then that his hand traveled to the lower part of her body, where she was so wet that she was certain of leaving a blotch on the bedsheet. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she bit his shoulder as his naughty touch teased her thighs and belly, taking his own sweet time to reach its destination.

“What do you need?” he asked in a voice which was so high-strung that Alaya took a moment to relate to it.

“You,” she answered with utmost sincerity, no longer caring about anything other than the way that man made her feel. She’d never been lost to sensations before, never been so taken by desire that she’d lost her sense over herself.

Now she felt like a leaf being carried by the currents of the river, uncaring whether if she would be swept by the storm.

“Yes, oh yes,” she begged when his finger lightly flitted over her wetness, and she balked when he removed his hand. Gasping in sheer exasperation, she retained herself at the last minute to place her hand there to have some form of reprieve.

“Please,” she said, her eyes leaving no doubt that she was no longer able to keep her control. “Please, I need more.”

Right on cue, his knuckles brushed her clit like a feather, barely touching and her whole body arched like a tight bow in his direction.

Unable to bear his teasing any longer, she decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and grabbed his c*ck in retaliation. When the velvety shaft enclosed around her fist, she forgot all about teaching him a lesson and explored his length with anticipation. He was huge.

Her core ached, oozing liquid fire as she prepared herself to accommodate him. Her body clenched with a strong force and more juices poured from her, and her hand slid easily along his d*ck of its own volition.

“Oh yes, baby. I like that,” he murmured, closing his eyes, allowing Alaya to watch him without the need to hide. His beautiful face was clenched with a tight tension, a shadow of pain hovering over the gorgeous features. It should have made him ridiculous.

Instead, she found that she’d never seen a more handsome man before. He was perfection personified.

Encouraged, she continued her movement until he brought her motions to a stop by blocking her hand with his own. “Stop. I won’t last,” he gasped before rolling off her in one swift fluid movement. Alaya felt the loss of him like a physical blow, and she immediately reached out to bring him back.

Adonis Fortune had another thing on mind. He slipped down on the mattress and slid open her labia with his finger. When Alaya judged his intention, her eyes flew wide open in shock. No, no, no! None had ever given her an orgasm by oral s*x before. It was too intimate.

About to close her legs to deny his access, Adonis’s head butted in right in time to prevent her. With a soft protest, his lips descended on her clit without hesitation. Time literally stopped for her as liquid lava exploded through her. The feeling of his tongue against her most private part should have made her freak out, but instead pleasure took over anything else.

She sensed more liquid pouring from her, and she whimpered in desperate delight as she involuntarily rolled her tongue over her lips. His tongue rolled back and forth over her clit, and she clutched the sheet at her side to keep a certain level of her sanity.

Gratification rolled through her body, sweat formed at the base of her throat and forehead, an unbearable tension gripping her body. It wouldn’t stop, just kept on building with sensation until she could hold it no more. Still, her body resisted and this time, she felt a finger being inserted inside her with her clit still being mercilessly ravaged.

Her body was shaking in a series of violent spasms, arching into such an arc that it was almost lifted from the bed. Pleasure exploded from everywhere, yet she could not seem to find what she was looking for.

“Let go, Alaya. Let it all go,” a voice sounded against her clit, tongue brushing against her point of pleasure, and she buckled against the finger which was now moving inside and out of her like a regular faultless machine.