✰ = The following chapter contains sexually explicit content

The first half of Swan Lake was over and as soon as the break-announcement sounded, crowds formed and almost everybody left the hall. Including me and Valentina, but Matteo and Leon stood there and talked about something I couldn't hear.

Valentina hooked her pinky with mine, trying not to lose me in the mass of people. "Leon told us to be careful because we have the VIP bathroom and nobody is there."

I frowned, following her through the huge golden entrance and then right to the bathroom. The oriental scent hinged in the air and vanished as we opened the door.

"Why should we be careful if no one is there? Matteo also seems like something is off today."
Valentina grinned and bit her lip.
"Honey, look at you. Can't you see why Matteo is speechless?"

I viewed myself in the mirror and smiled at myself.

An amethyst-coloured mermaid dress, perfectly hugging my waist. The torso was covered by a flower-like top splitting in the middle, causing a deep-reaching cleavage, but not larger than the slit reaching to my thigh. My sleeves are transparent and set with glitter, just like the rest of my dress. My hair was put up into a bun, sleeked back and for the first time in years, I didn't let my fringe hang over my forehead but put it aside.

"Stop it already...", I blushed and hugged her, letting her face fall into my shoulder and I hoped it was soft enough for her.
"You look like a Goddess yourself, Val."
And shit, this woman is the definition of perfection.

The silky sacramento green gown she was wearing was a perfect contrast to her light blond curly hair. She smiled and did a little squeak, pulling a little makeup bag, out of her clutch.
I love women and I still can't comprehend why some men treat us so wrongly when we were the ones who gave birth to them. Imagine you carry a fat ass baby for nine months in your belly, just for it to be a misogynist. Yeah, no.

She grabbed an eyeliner pencil and began outlining her lower lid. "No, but I'm actually wondering. He looked concerned."

Valentina shrugged, concentrating on her eye. "You know, Leon has been tensed for one week already, I got used to it. That's why the sex is so good."
She stopped applying makeup, looked at my flabbergasted countenance, and then started laughing.
"Sorry."

I laughed along until the door swung open. A tall man with a dirty blond buzzcut leaned his hand on top of the doorframe with a cigarette between his lips. His icy blue eyes pierced through me and then smirking at Valentina.

"Oh, Valentina Díaz what an honour."
He spoke in a deep voice with a touch of a Russian accent.
Val backed off and the man walked inside, keeping his eyes on her.
"Excuse me, Sir, this is a women's bathroom and I'm asking you politely to leave."
I tried to be as confident as possible, but he just stroked my shoulder as he passed me.

"Are you a marine vet, yet?"
He circled Valentina, scanning her from head to toe. I noticed a fresh scar starting from his forehead to his eyebrow.
"No." The man wrapped his hand around her waist.

I inhaled a sharp breath as someone grabbed my hands and put them behind my back. What the hell is going on? How does Valentina know this guy?

"Too bad, I have a dog at home you know. If he's injured I'll just call you, yeah?"
The other man behind me laughed and as he began speaking I knew it was Ryan.
"You're so stupid, Grigori. She's a marine vet."

"Water vet...I don't know what's the difference."
"Then I can't help you." Valentina slapped his hand away and took a step back.

"Blyat, but he likes swimming."
She stared at him dumbfounded and even I had to press my lips together not to make any comment on that.

"I hope you remember the time I was inside of you?" Grigori added mischievously, noticing how her eyes dropped to the ground.
"It was an accident."
"Seven times?"

Was he her Ex? Or just a previous fling? Fuck, I can't tell. Ryan tightened his grip around my wrists.

Grigori squeezed Valentina's cheeks together, pulling her towards him. I swallowed the chunk in my throat, thinking about a way to help my friend who was getting harassed by a more or less stranger.

"Tell me, Valentina. Does Leon like the thought of remembering every night, that I fucked you? Is he jealous of me? Or does he want me to join in next time?"
She turned her head away and my blood boiled at Grigori's rudeness.

"That was two years ago, Grigori. I wasn't introduced to Leon by then."
I've had enough of rude men today and stepped as hard as I could on Ryan's feet and as he let go of me, I swung my fist into his face. My knuckles hurt and Ryan tumbled backward grunting.
Step 1: learn how to throw punches properly, my 'training' when I was fifteen didn't help much.

The next second the door opened, and Leon rushed into the bathroom and yanked Grigori off Valentina. But, I didn't care, I stormed out of the bathroom, getting a security man. My dress made running impossible, calling it rather a quick walk.

Ryan began chasing me down the hall and I took a turn into the hall of hundreds of lockers, each section being divided by a wall.
As quick as possible I stumbled into the second one, clasping my hand in front of my mouth to suppress my heavy breathing.

I didn't hear footsteps anymore. Did he seriously lose me? Or just in the section next to me?

My hands pressed against one locker, as I tilted my head to the left, catching a glimpse of the empty hallway. We must've missed the announcement.

I waited for five seconds and then turned away to face my section again, but as soon as I turned around Ryan pinned me by my shoulders to the locker.

"You stupid bitch!", He hissed, grabbing after my bun to tilt my face up, so our faces were only inches apart. A small amount of blood was flowing out of one of his nostrils.

"LET ME GO YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Screaming my soul out, in the hope anyone would come to help me. My heart jackhammered against my chest and I tried to push him off me.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
He slapped me across the face and I let out a helpless outcry. My face stung and my head spun.

"Let me tell you something, Lara. I came here to talk to you about your brother, because that's what you wanted to hear from me, didn't you?"
I spit in his face and he flinched. Unluckily he wouldn't let go of my shoulders after all.
"I don't give a fuck about Gabriel's abusive dead ass at the moment. Talk to the damn wall, O'Sullivan."

He chuckled and shook his head. How had he the fucking nerve to be laughing with a nosebleed?
"I would snatch your neck, right now, if I wouldn't have the instruction to not harm you."
Oh, how hypocritical. He probably realized that at the same time and gritted his teeth together.

"Are you a dog or something, that you follow everything your boss says?"
"In contrast to you Gabriel was a lot more fun, ya know?"

"You know nothing about him!"
Gabriel was the opposite of fun. At least, when he was on drugs. I don't know why I feel a sudden hate-train towards him. Maybe Matteo was right, that just because he's my blood doesn't mean he's allowed to harm me. Neither should I normalize the things he did.

"The tall dude with the scar through his eye, who was always high and with a girl or two every day?"
My heart sank and it felt like swallowing poison. And this poison always injected in my veins when his name got mentioned.

Suddenly a hand grabbed after Ryan's neck, pulling him backwards and a kick into his stomach sent him flying backwards against the wall.

Matteo.

I watched how he picked a shivering Ryan up, just to boot him into his balls.
"AH FUCK!" Ryan hollered, meeting with the ground.

In shock, I observed Matteo who came out of nowhere. It reminds me of the time in the woods when he found me via an underground tracker. Not that I was complaining about getting safe, however, do I want to handle a guy like him next time on my own?

"Lay one hand on her again and I won't hesitate to cut it off."
"Fuck you, A-"
Matteo swung his fist into Ryan's stomach over in over again, sending his head back against the locker with every punch. I looked away, searching for someone in the hallway. He let out a desperate yell, hiding his face with his hands, and hunched his body.

My brain played an image of my old kitchen and-

Matteo turned around to me and took my hand, interrupting my thoughts, leading us down the hallway and I guess even miles further one could hear Ryan wincing in pain. Part of me felt bad for him and the other couldn't give a shit or two.

"Are you okay?" Matteo took my face in both of his hands and after noticing my red cheek, he headed back to the lockers. I grabbed after his sleeve. "He had enough."

"He hurt you, Lara."
"No, it's fine. Just let him lay there. This Grigori boy will probably pick him up."

"How did you find me?", I asked, trying my best to ignore my shoulders hurting and face stinging.
"Leon went to the bathroom to look for you two in the hall and I saw you running away from something. So obviously, I came."

"I could've handled him on my own, Matteo."
Could I?

"I know that you're capable of protecting yourself, but I'll still do it."

We opened the door to the opera house and while the orchestra played the majestic music of Swan Lake and the ballerinas danced to it, we ascended the stairs to our private lounge.

Valentina and Leon were already there and I wondered how they could handle the situation with Grigori so fast.
Matteo exchanged a quick nod with Leon and the we-are-going-to-talk-about-it-later look.

I closed the curtains, separating our part of the lounge from Leon's. The last time I tried to contact DAI's CEO I got dismissed and for years I didn't hear his voice.

Guilt clung to me like gum, knowing that she and my sister got harassed.

Lara folded her arms over her chest, avoiding eye contact with me and I noticed her messy bun, which was before the break, neat.
Next time I might have to go a little further and burn Ryan's house and Grigori's too, when Leon won't make it on time.

I moved towards her, studying her perfect dress and perfect everything.
"Are you cold?", I asked, getting ready to unbutton my suit jacket.
She shook her head, digging her nails into her arms, and biting down on her lip.

"No, it's somewhat warm in here. I'm just...I don't know."
"You're scared of Ryan? Or Grigori? Or both?"
She seemed displeased with every choice.
"DAI in general. Can you just, solve this silly problem? I don't want to end up dead."

I stroked the hair strain out of her face, which always ends up there somehow, and tucked it behind her ear. My heart fluttered as she leaned her head into my hand, giving in to my touch.

"It's not that easy, Lara. We have huge problems and by that, I don't mean miscommunication."
"It's childish to have enemies as an adult. I hope one day you'll be friends again or at least have normal circumstances."
I chuckled at her statement and gave her a quick kiss.
"Hopefully not."

She strolled to our balcony and leaned over it, watching the ballerinas. I stopped for a moment, scanning her figure. Her back was completely freed from the dress and I couldn't just go over there and kiss it.

Lara shot me a look back, sticking her ass out to me. You know what, fuck it.

I neared her, going on my knees to place kisses on her lower back, so soft that you could barely consider them as kisses. My lips grazed over her bare skin and it didn't take me seconds to cause goosebumps all over it.

"Matteo...What are you doing?"
"Worshiping your body."

My hands rested on her ankles. "May I respectfully slip my hands under your dress and finger you until you pass out on my hand?"
She sought in a sharp breath and I waited for her answer.
"Here are so many people...And Ryan and Grigori are on the other side of the room, watching us."
I tilted my head to the side, seeing how Grigori stared at us and shared a pipe or whatever it was with a half-conscious Ryan.

"Even better."
She arched her back in response to another kiss on her lower back.
"You enjoy yourself just fine, don't you?"
I dared to creep up my hands a bit further to her kneecaps.

"I want to feel you inside of me."
I smirked against her bare skin and trailed my hands up her hips with one resting on them and the other pulling her string aside.

She closed the balcony's curtain until only her body would be visible. Lara bit into her hand, trying not to make any sound, while my fingertips slid over her pussy lips.
She was so wet for me, so wet.

I kissed the birthmark on her lower back, before slipping two fingers inside of her.
She whimpered, clinging to the railing.
Blood rushed into my cock making it even more hard, if possible.

"Let me ride your dick...now..."
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, rapidly and steadily. The sane side of me would want to do it in a way, she could contain herself, and the insane one would bend her over the railing and fuck her stupid with Grigori and Ryan receiving a little show.

Luckily we were at the highest floor with only two lounges, so the people down there couldn't spot us.

"Do you like them watching us?"
"Y-Yes..."
A grin stretched over my face and I parted her legs again when she tried to squeeze her thighs together.

"Do you like showing them how good I make you feel?" She nodded, and her legs trembled when I curled my fingers, pulling them out just to circle her clit.

I squeezed her hip, holding her steady while pumping inside of her again.
"Matteo, fuck, I can't do this anymore, I'm so soaked for you." She whispered the moment the music got louder.

"I know. You have to beg me to come."
The rest of the opera was dark, except for the private lounges like ours being lit up. Grigori's and Ryan's as well.

"I won't beg for anything."
I snickered, withdrawing from her, while her breathing got quicker, signalizing me that she was close.
"Sure?"
"Hmh."

Slowly I stood up again, kissing over her back to her neck. She threw her head back against my shoulder, wrapped her arm around me, and rested her hand on the back of my head.

"How does that feel?" I sunk my teeth into her neck grabbed her breasts under the flower-like top and massaged them.
"Better if you would sink your whole dick inside of me." Her voice sounded delicate as always, but when she started speaking so sultry and suggestive I wanted nothing more than to eat her out until she forgot where she was and how to spell her name.

I laughed at her boldness and began closing the curtains completely.
"Don't."
I turned around to her, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
She gave me a smug look and opened the curtains again.
"I want both of them to watch us."

I cupped her ass with my hands, kissing her passionately. "Is that so? Do you want them to see how pretty you look when you roll your eyes back and want to cry out my name, but know you mustn't?"
"That's right."

"Your leg on the railing. Now."
The slit of her dress gave her the privilege to put her heel onto the railing and me enough place.
In my peripheral, I witnessed Grigori leaning over the balcony and blowing out circles of smoke with a grin.

"Are you sure? We don't need to do it."
I searched for approval, while she placed her high heel on the railing.
„I want you, while they watch, Matteo. They should be jealous of you."
This woman...

She rested her head against the wall, biting her lips as I unbuckled my belt as quietly as possible.
„Can you keep it real quiet for me, Cariña?"
She hummed, watching me with lust drunken eyes the second I opened the buttons of my pants.

I pressed my body against hers, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and my boner against her exposed pussy. I bit harder into the softness, to suppress a groan. My favorite taste. Cherry and vanilla.

She whispered my name and I was an inch apart from getting feral. Her hands pulled my boxers down, hiding my dick quickly under her dress and my stomach did the thing at her reaction.

My head was a mess, just like every time I remember Lara breathes the same oxygen as I do.
"We don't have a condom, are you sure?"
"Yes. Just don't come inside of me."

I smirked, slapping the tip against her slit and she gasped.
"Just the tip, Matteo please.", she demanded, gyrating her hips, against the tip.
"That counts as begging."

Without hesitation I slid my tip inside of her, shutting her mouth with a French kiss, and our tongues fought for domination of the other one.
A fire started in my abdomen in reaction to her pussy clenching around me and how she felt even better without a condom. Lara rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

"How does that feel?"
She didn't answer, deepening our kiss and moving her hips in a circular motion, taking me in a bit for a bit. The warmth spread all over my body and she peaked over to the two men. She lowered her hips, taking more of me, and swayed her hips back and forth slowly.

"I'm not even moving right now and you're so needy that you need to fuck yourself with my cock?"

I cursed under my breath, lowering my gaze to her tits, loving how they bounced with every movement of hers since she was wearing no bra.
Her muffled moans were music to my ears, enjoying how well she was taking me and eager for more.

"Then fuck me, or did you lose the ability with all the anger you feel?" I began thrusting inside of her and shoved her face into my neck to shut her up.

"I'd shut up and look at Grigori if I were you. With closed curtains, my dick would already rip you apart."

I pushed myself further inside and got swallowed by her warmth.
"Oh fuck, Lara..."
She whined, scratching my back, and continued riding my dick. Lara glanced at Grigori and Ryan. Grigori still stared at us with a smug look and Ryan just seemed disgusted with his arms folded in front of his body.

"I didn't know that you like getting dicked down with DAI watching? Are you that desperate? Wanting everything of me inside of you, yet having troubles to take it?"

"You feel so good, Matteo...", she whispered, pressing her lips against my neck to not make any sound. My tip docked her cervix and I watched her grimacing.
"Does it hurt you?"

"Yes, but it feels somehow...good..." She smiled and then bit her lip when I slammed her G-spot over and over again. I picked up a little more speed, making sure that it's not that fast like the first time we fucked.

"Matteo...I'm about to-"
Her whole body trembled, when my fingers reached for her clit and made her tumble over the edge. She threw her head into her neck and I used my chance and kissed her, so she wouldn't make a sound.

Lara's body went slack in my hands and her walls tightened around me. My vision blackened and my heartbeat accelerated. Quickly I pulled out of her before I could do anything stupid. Of course, I would love to come inside of her, but that's way too early.

She went immediately on her knees and when I tried to help her up, she dismissed it.
"You need to come too."
I closed the curtains immediately and her hand stroking my dick, coaxed a low groan out of me letting the heat return again.

Her tongue glided over my tip, flicking the sensitive spot. I palmed her disheveled bun, attempting to set the pace, yet she determined it on her own, sucking my tip into her mouth.

I bit into my hand, looking down at her, sucking my dick off like a pro. She gagged, bringing more of my length into her mouth. My airflow restricted, the more she put up with.
"L-Lara, let me breathe, fuck."
"Now you are the one, having troubles? What a poor boy..."

Her hands roamed over my chest and then grasped around my hips, spitting on my cock before deep-throating it, and licking my balls meanwhile.
Exctasy rushed through my brain and I felt like I was in a different universe. The world felt unreal and it took me some time to understand that what she was doing right now was happening and not some sort of a wet dream.

My dick pulsed in her mouth and I thrusted my hips forward, fucking her mouth. She licked me, sucked, and held eye contact meanwhile.
Lara used her hand to stroke me while focussing on my tip again.

My body tingled and the fire in my abdomen reached everywhere. I threw my head back, mouthing a more or less silent 'fuck' to the sky, spilling in her mouth with another trust, hitting the back of her throat.

She eagerly swallowed every drop of it, draining me completely.