Chained Lovers

Chapter 6: Going Insane

T R I S T A N ' S P.O.V

She drives me crazy, and she f*****g knows it.

From the short dress she chose to wear, to the slight pout playing on her lips, to her smooth bare legs, and basically everything else about her.

Even God was on her side, as the sun shone in from the cracked window, hitting her at the perfect angle and illuminating her beauty.

I'm now a 20 year old man, and I'm still horny as f**k around this girl. I thought time would have helped me mature, I thought I would have been able to work without letting my feelings cloud my judgement, and yet...I can't.

In two years, she's blossomed. She's grown more confident, and put on a couple of pounds, which just accentuated all her beautiful curves. Her hair was it's natural mahogany brown, and it's longer, falling just above her waist.

Oh, how I want to fist it into a ponytail as I f****d her from behind? Okay you horny i***t, calm the f**k down. I don't want to be getting a boner with her sat beside me.

Who knows what the f**k she would do?

That was one of the main reasons I loved her. She was unpredictable, a spitfire, and in these years away from her, her attitude had just grown harsher and sassier.

I f*****g loved it.

I loved the way she told me off, I loved the way she would get worked up over the smallest things, I loved the way she would fight back.

Angry s*x with her, was always the best.

I screwed up leaving. I realise that now, f**k, I realised it on the plane to Brazil. She was just a game to me at the start, just a pawn in my plan, well it wasn't my plan actually. It was my dickhead boss/ex-best friend's plan, and I stupidly went along with it.

I regret it now though, I regret it all. And if I could go back I would. I would go back and win her heart all over again, the right way.

I glanced over to my beautiful ex. She was resting her head against the window, and sighing softly as she watched the cars fly by. It was hard to think that almost ten minutes ago, she was being f****d by a guy who wasn't me.

That some other lucky bastard had his c**k buried deep inside her. Inside my girl.

Just of the thought it makes me want to vomit, I wanted to drive back to his house, and beat him senseless before showing Kiara who she belongs to.

I would get her back, slowly, and the right way.

I needed this job too. After fleeing to Brazil and betraying my best friend, who swore to kill me if I ever returned, I was promptly kicked out of the only place I had ever called home. The Ghosts, were my gang, my family but I gave them up for love.

Kiara wants me too. I just know it, especially after yesterday. f**k, I was so angry when she pulled away from me. I knew that one brush of the lips and she would instantly be sucked in.

We would have f****d there and then and all the memories and feelings that we had two years ago, would have come flooding back.

She would have realised how much she loved me and forgiven me.

Okay maybe not forgive, but on her way to forgive me.

I just needed to show her how much I love her, and remind her of how much she loves me.

"Taco Bell." She murmured, snapping me back to reality.

"What?" She groaned and pointed to the large restaurant across the street.

"Taco Bell. I'm hungry." Swerving left, I drove over the sidewalk and pulled into the carpark. I earned a couple of middle fingers but my baby-girl was hungry, and what she wanted, she got.

That was another thing I loved to do, spoil her.

She was a daddy's girl, the princess of the Mafia, who didn't know the meaning of the word no. She was spoilt, stubborn and innocent.

My pure angel, well she was.

I guess time had changed us both.

Opening up the door for her, she stepped out and walked in without a second glance back or a thank you. I chuckled and slammed the door shut, before running in after her.

Of course, she'd already taken up residence in the biggest booth at the back of restaurant. I stood at the back of the line and waited patiently until I reached the front.

Ordering her usual meal, which I knew off by heart, and my own, I stood to the side and grabbed a couple of straws. Reaching for some ketchup, someone else went for it too and our hands ended up colliding.

"I'm sorry." We both blurted out at the same time, before bursting out into laughter.

"I'm sorry, here you go first." The woman, who couldn't have been anymore than thirty grinned.

"Thank you, you don't find many gentlemen these days." I chuckled and grabbed the stash she left behind.

"It's nothing, just some ketchup." She grinned and glanced down at the floor, before looking back up.

"I hope you don't mind my forwardness but you're really hot." I almost choked on my own spit, but managed to smile.

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." She blushed and I smirked, at the usual effect I had on women.

"I might be a little too old for you but, would you wanna go out sometime?" She was hot enough to f**k, but I could just tell that I would get tired of her after one night.

"Sorry, I don't date." I smoothly lied and her face dropped slightly. My order number was called and I thanked the server, who passed me the tray packed with food.

I turned to leave, when she grabbed my arm, and tried to lick her lips in a seductive manner.

"Wait, how about we both ditch our food and get out of here? I've got a minivan out back, plenty of room, if you know what I mean?" She winked and suddenly became really unattractive, but the offer still stood, and to be honest I wanted to f**k her.

Because I could get revenge, I could make her jealous, I could finally get rid of my blue balls but...Kiara.

I glanced over at my raven beauty and smiled softly. She was looking around, a small pout playing on her lips and for a moment, she looked like the girl I chose to pursue two years ago.

She looked like my baby-girl.

"Uh no thanks." I gently pushed her off me and strode straight to the back. Sliding into the booth, she grabbed her food and began to eat without a second glance at me.

I was glad she didn't see what had just happened, I didn't want her to get the wrong impression..or think I was turning soft.

I was a gang member for Christ's sake and here I was, fawning over a girl eating a burger. She wasn't even attempting to eat gracefully.

No, instead she was munching down the taco with big mouthfuls, and scoffing down as much as she could.

Reaching over, I gently swiped away some sauce from the corner of her lip and sucked it off my thumb. She gulped, as her eyes went wide, and she muttered something to herself that I couldn't quite hear.

Placing her taco down, she leant over to grab a napkin but instead, accidentally knocked them all onto the floor. I watched, as she sighed and bent down to pick them up.

Her dress rode up, exposing her...wet p***y!

I had to blink twice just to make sure my imagination wasn't acting up, but there it was. Her soaking wet p***y, just aching to be f****d the right way.

And I knew exactly who should give it to her.

Standing up abruptly, she stood up in confusion and began to protest, as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the restaurant.

"Hey, let go of me." She struggled in my grasp, but I kept a tight hold on her. "Tristan, what's going on? Is it my dad? My brothers? Has something happened with the gang?"

I ignored each question and continued to drag her towards the car. "Tristan, what the f**k is going on?"

I opened up the car door and threw her in. We were parked at the back, so no-one could really see us.

The perfect setting for what I was about to do.

I climbed in and slammed the door shut, locking it with the click of my key. Kneeling up, I forcefully lifted her dress up and groaned at the site, but then she clenched her thighs shut.

"What the f**k are you doing? How dare you?" I scoffed, this temptress had gone to far this time.

"How dare I? How dare you? After f*****g another guy, you climbed into my car and parade around with now underwear on? You're just begging me to f**k you."

"I've already been f****d, unless you've forgotten."

"How could I forget?" I muttered sarcastically. My hands grabbed a large chunk of skin on each thigh and I massaged them softly. She exhaled a quiet moan and then flushed.

She could deny wanting me, but her body couldn't. And she f*****g knew it.

"Tristan don't." She mumbled, as I slowly pried her legs open. She didn't protest as I spread her legs apart, or as my fingers skimmed over her burning core.

I bent down, close enough so our noses were brushing, and whispered. "Why not?"

I plunge my middle finger into her, causing her entire body to arch up. She moaned, and I hadn't even begun the fun part yet.

I started to finger her, slowly, wanting to remind of the sheer pleasure I could bring with only one hand. She let out a soft groan as I pushed in another digit and swirled them around, before touching her g-spot lightly.

I watched as she withered beneath me, pleading for me to stop, yet begging me to carry on.

"Stop...no don't...yes, oh f**k keep going." I grinned, and used my thumb to circle her clit rapidly.

She was my instrument and I knew exactly how to play her.

Moving up, my fingers glided across the smooth surface of her inner walls and she stilled. She tugged on her bottom lip between her teeth, played with her n****e beneath her dress and opened her mouth, yet no sound came out.

She was about to c*m.

So, I pulled out.

With a groan, all the pleasure I gave her and the o****m disappeared. I sat back and smirked as she whined and tried to pull my back down, but I grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

"f**k you, Tristan. You're a piece of shit." I chuckled.

"I wish I had a gag, or better yet, maybe I should give you something to choke on?" I grinned devilishly and she scowled.

"You even try it and I'll bite it off." I feigned hurt and shock.

"You would hurt Tristy junior, I thought you loved him." She scoffed at the nickname she used to give my c**k, even though there was nothing junior about him.

"Whatever, just let me go."

"I can't believe you're willing to leave without cumming. You used to force me to let you o****m, or you wouldn't leave. The Kiara I know wouldn't give up." I gently thrust forward, letting the bulge in my pants rubbing against her.

She moaned and I smiled inwardly, knowing I was close to breaking through.

"I didn't c*m with Sawyer." Sawyer? That was the name of the prick who f****d my baby-girl? "I just wanted you to know the reason I'm doing this, the reason I let you, the reason I'm so wet. I don't want you, I'm just horny as fuck."

Whatever she tells herself, but I knew the truth.

"Well, he's not a man. He's a little boy, he doesn't know how to pleasure a woman of your calibre." I let my head drop down. "But I do,"

I sucked on her neck, and started to grind against her.

"Oh Tristan," And there it was. My name, spilled from her beautiful pouty lips.

"Tell me you want this and I'll let you cum." She glanced up at me and was about to retort when I thrust hard.

"I want this. Oh god, I want this! Please Tristan. I want you. I want you so bad please."

"Say my name again." I groaned, finding pleasure in the moment even though we weren't even f*****g.

That was how much power this woman had over me.

"Tristan, please." I pulled back and looked down at her dripping wet p***y.

I was going to f**k her...but I was still hungry, and she looked delicious.

Swooping down, I listened as her breathing got quicker and quicker, and suddenly I latched into her. She cried out my name as I slurped, drank and devoured her beautiful p***y.

My fingers worked fast, constantly flicking her tiny bead, whilst my other travelled up her body and rubbed her n*****s through the thin material of her dress.

She moaned, louder than she ever had before, and the sound was like music to my ears. Tipping her head back and clasping her legs around my head, she began to shake and that's when she came.

All over my face and I licked her clean, leaving nothing to spare.

She tasted just as sweet as I remembered, sweeter perhaps, and I relished in the moment of her chanting my name like a prayer as I pressed soft kisses down her thighs.

Pulling her up, she fell into my lap and gasped at the close proximity between our lips. I leant forward, but she turned away, rejecting me.

It was never going to be that easy, Kiara was stubborn.

With a sigh, I gently manoeuvred her off me and slid out of the car. I walked around and grabbed ahold of the car door. In the window reflection I could still see her juices, glistening all over my lips, causing a grin to spread across my face.

The moment was disrupted by a beep. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone.

It read unknown number, which was strange since I had just gotten a new phone. I declined the call but then a message pinged.

Heard you're back in town. Better watch out, I don't take betrayal lightly, but you should already know that though? Tell the princess I said hi.

~ A.B

Fuck, he knows.

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A/N: First smutty scene with Tristan and Kiara!! ? How did you guys like it?

And what about that mysterious message at the end? Thoughts??