Elena's POV
I stepped into the room right behind Rio as he flipped the lights on. The space unfolded before me, and I was lowkey shook. Not bright or flashy , nah, it was Rio's domain, dark and sharp like him.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, taking it all in.
The room was massive ,grey walls, glossy white marble floors, and a huge dark red carpet sitting under a king-sized bed. A bedside table with a digital clock, a soft wood dressing table, a walk-in closet bigger than mine (obviously), and a full-length mirror that made me wonder if Rio checked himself as much as he should. Huge windows looked out onto the backyard, draped with heavy dark blue curtains. Then there was the balcony. I drifted toward it, sliding open the glass doors. The backyard was like a dream ,a large pool shimmering under the moonlight, a sprawling yard dotted with flowers, and a little pond twinkling faintly. Fireflies floated like magic, and the nearby forest sealed the deal , total secluded paradise. I'd always wanted a place like this.
"Get some rest and get comfortable," Rio said behind me.
I turned to find him leaning against the glass doors, cool and casual like it was no big deal.
I nodded, trying to keep my cool as I walked past, but he grabbed my hand. My whole body stiffened, his touch was a damn drug.
"No one will hurt you while you're here. You're safe with me," he whispered right into my ear.
I looked up at him, the vulnerability in his voice catching me off guard.
"Thank you… for everything. I'm sorry I…" I started, about to apologize for the distrust I'd thrown at him earlier. I knew Rio wouldn't hurt me.
"No, don't be sorry. I get it. Anyone would've reacted the same way, princess," he said in that deep, husky voice that always gets under my skin.
That nickname. Ugh. It hits me right, every single time.
"Thanks, though," I smiled at him softly.
"You're welcome," he replied, still keeping that unreadable expression. We stared at each other like that, the air thick, until—BAM—the door slammed open.
I jumped back, and Rio cleared his throat. Marco walked in, looking way less bloody than before. I liked this guy already,trouble and fun rolled into one. I smiled at him.
"Guess we can shake hands now, right? I take handshakes very seriously," Marco said, striding over.
I giggled and reached out, shaking his hand.
"Nice to finally meet you, El," he said with a cocky grin.
I raised an eyebrow, then glanced at Rio, who looked pissed.
"Don't call her that," Rio snapped.
Marco just scoffed.
"Why not? You call me that all the time," I said, crossing my arms.
"I know, but that doesn't mean he can. I'm the only one who gets to call you that," Rio said, finality in his tone.
Marco raised his hands in mock surrender, smirking.
I knew it was just talk, but my stomach did this wild stampede anyway.
"Fine, grumpy ass," I whispered, strolling off to the bathroom.
Marco laughed loudly behind me, and I couldn't help but join him.
"I'll be downstairs. Need to tell you something urgent," Marco said, still chuckling, as he left, shutting the door behind him.
I started unpacking the travel bag i packed in a hurry thinking I'd need to grab more clothes soon. Then I felt Rio's presence behind me.
"What the hell did you just call me, Elena?" His voice dropped low, dangerous.
Oh boy.
"Oh, grumpy ass," I said, turning to face him with a cheeky smile. Yeah, I was playing with fire.
Before I could blink, he shoved me hard, and I fell back onto the bouncy mattress. He leaned over me, towering.
His hands grabbed mine, pinning them above my head.
I gulped.
"What? No words?" he teased, amusement dripping from his smirk.
"Apologize," he demanded, voice harsh and damn it turned me on in so many messed-up ways. Yea, I'm doomed.
"No," I shot back. Memories of the last time we had a showdown like this flashed,he'd ended it with a spanking. That thought made me ten times wetter.
He chuckled darkly, and I looked up, confused. His eyes darkened, breaths mingling dangerously close.
"I know what you want, El. You want me to spank the apology out of you like last time, right?" he purred low.
I swallowed hard, trying to muster courage.
"No, I don't want that," I said, voice cracking.
He shook his head, smirking even darker.
"I can smell your arousal from here. Don't lie to me," he whispered, his lips brushing down to my neck, biting lightly.
I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath. His cologne was intoxicating, drowning me.
Focus Elena damnit.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I whispered, my back arching just a bit. Curse my horny self.
I felt his smug grin against my neck.
"Well, let's find out, shall we?" he said, locking eyes with me.
I blinked, confused by what he meant.
Before I could react, his hand slid inside my pajama pants. I gasped as his fingers began circling my clit. I moaned, arching my back more, and he smiled.
"You're fucking dripping for me, Elena. You're a terrible liar," he whispered, and I was speechless, my mind scrambled.
He kept teasing, circling that sensitive spot, and I moaned again. My hands were still pinned above my head, his other hand holding them captive.
Then he moved lower, teasing my entrance, before returning to my clit.
I sighed in frustrated desperation,he was edging me hard.
I caught his grin , our eyes lock and my body moves on it own grinding down on his hand . His eyes are filled with lust and want. We both want this.
I was so ready. Desperate, honestly.
But before I could say a word, he pulled his hand out and released mine, standing up and straightening his shirt.
He did not just edge me and walk away.
I sat up, glaring at him in frustration.
This motherfucker.
The bulge in his pants was obvious. We both wanted this, so why'd he stop?
"What?" he asked, still smirking down at me.
You just made me a wet mess and walked away. That's what. I wanted to scream that to him but instead I just say ..
"Nothing," I cleared my throat and got up, straighten my pants . My wetness still glistened on his fingers .
"That shouldn't have happened," I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
He chuckled again.
"You wanted me to keep touching you, Elena," he said, stepping closer.
I stepped back, my spine hitting the wall.
"No, it was a mistake," I said, forcing confidence.
I wanted him, no secret there,but he didn't need to know.
"Your wet pussy doesn't seem to agree," he smiled, caging me between his big hands.
I didn't answer, looking away. But he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"Don't call me names in front of my men, got it?" he demanded.
"No," I said, sass dripping from my voice.
His jaw clenched. I knew I was getting under his skin.
"Elena?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Fine, geez," I rolled my eyes.
"Good. Or next time, I'll have you begging on your knees for me to fuck your wet cunt," he said coldly, then released my chin and walked away, slamming the door behind him.
Shit.
He left me wet, frustrated, and hating myself for it.
Staying with Rio? Gonna be super hard.
But I already know the solution to this whole mess.
One wild night.
Get it out of our systems.
It's not like I have feelings for that asshole, right?
Right?
Shit.