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Helena

The first time I saw Nico, I thought he was the most good-looking guy I'd ever met. He was tall with long midnight black hair he kept mussed up and deep brown eyes. In my teenage-wired brain, I daydreamed about the kind of boyfriend he would be. We never got to that point because he revealed his true colors earlier and it was more than just the bet that changed things.

The idea of being with the hottest kid in school sounded cool in theory but when his attention shifted to me, I realized the idea sounded better than the reality.

There was no connection between us, but I desperately wanted there to be one. So much so that I had myself convinced that I had feelings for him. If that were true, I might have overlooked the bet thing. I would have wanted to be with him in spite of it.

Just like I want to be with Fabian in spite of his connection to the criminal world. No, Fabian is nothing like Nico. They don't compare in physical strength or looks and in the way he makes me feel.

With Fabian, I feel cherished and protected. I feel loved . I like the way his hands feel on me. I crave them on me even when he's next to me. My feelings for him run much deeper than the superficial feelings I held for Nico.

I love him.

And now looking at the Nico pressed to the wall, face red and eyes bulging out in panic, I feel a sick satisfaction at the sight. It’s twisted and I would never revel in anyone’s pain but then I am reminded of the hurt Nico has caused me. All the rumors he spread about sleeping with me while I was hurting from my father’s accident.

To see him experience wrath from a person so much stronger than him is a healing balm to my heart.

“You need to stop him, Helena,” Aria whispers from beside me, her voice panicked. “I’ve never seen Fian this mad before. Please, he’ll kill him!”

Right, we can't have that. Not because I care about Nico's well-being but because I don't want Fabian to get arrested because of someone like Nico. Because of me.

“Okay,” I whisper to Aria, patting her hand reassuringly before rounding the dinner table to Fabian. My hands are shaky as I grab his arm. “Let go, Fabian.”

“He needs to apologize to you!”

“He can’t if he is dead,” I offer soothingly. “Please let him go. Please .”

"Fuck!" he growls, glaring into Nico's face before releasing his hold. Nico slides down the wall and drops to his knees, gasping and sputtering for air with everyone silently watching him. "If you don't want back on that wall then you better start apologizing for being rude to our guest."

Dark hateful eyes look up at Fabian before shifting to me and if possible, they darken. “I’m sorry, Helen.”

“Get her fucking name right!”

“Helena, Jesus Christ!” he shouts before breaking into a fit of coughs that take ages to fade but Fabian is patient if nothing else. “Helena and I… we never dated. We only went to prom before she left.”

“There’s more,” Fabian grits but before he can do something to force the words out of Nico, I wrap my arm around his and pull him from the coughing man on the floor. He’s made his point. From the looks everyone keeps tossing our way, Fabian has more than made his point.

"It's fine," I whisper, slowly tugging him away from Nico. I look around the mess we've created, feeling sorry for ruining this family's Christmas dinner but oddly satisfied that I finally got to see someone wipe the smirk off Nico's face.

"Let's get out of here." Fabian finally says taking my hand and people move out of the way as he walks us to the entrance.

I catch Aria's words on our way out. "Christmas dinner is ruined, thanks so much, Nico."

A twinge of guilt hits me and I turn to look up at Fabian afraid that he might blame me for bringing chaos to his life. We haven’t even known each other for more than a day and so much has happened already between us.

"I'm sorry," I whisper and the man stops in his tracks. I still expect him to burst into a rage about how he never should have brought me to the Christmas dinner but instead, he wraps his arms around my shoulder and pulls me flush against him, burying his face in my hair. "Fabian?"

“You have nothing to apologize for, angel. I never should have brought you here knowing how they are. They can be a lot to handle but you didn’t deserve to be treated that way by anyone,” he whispers fervently into my hair. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I promise you it will never happen again!”

I believe him.

The firmness in his voice and the way his grip tightens around me, almost as if he’s afraid that I’ll disappear if he lets go but I am not going anywhere. Not when he’s proved that with him is where I’m the safest.

“Nothing happened between Nico and I,” I say, pulling back to meet his eyes. If we’re doing this, I figure we might as well clear that between us. “We were never an item. He took me out to prom and I left because… I found out from one of his friends that there was a bet going on. Nico bet a hundred bucks that he could take my virginity, so I left him.”

Fabian’s expression turns murderous, and I can tell he’s about to stride back in there and finish the job, so I grasp his arm, pulling his focus on the man who doesn’t matter anymore. “Don’t go,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my mouth on his neck, feeling his pulse drum madly against my skin. “Teenagers are stupid. It seems he’s hardly grown over the years, but I have. And it’s you that I want. You that I need.”

Heat floods my tummy sending a tingling feeling between my legs. One that is slowly building and staining my panties. Jesus, watching Fabian get all riled up and threatening Nico got me worked up.

Does that make me sick or twisted in the head that I drew pleasure from watching it happen?

Shit, this is not the place to get all hot and bothered. There is only a wall between me and his family, but I can hardly help that I want him. Dressed in all black, Fabian is a snack and I want a piece of it. I want to see his face twisted in pleasure as he slides in and out of me, battling for control, his muscles staining and those eyes glazed with lust.

“You are trembling.”

I giggle at the worried look on his face. “Let me show you why,” I whisper, biting into my lip and looking around to make sure no one followed us out of the dining. Once I’m sure we’re alone in the hallway, I take Fabian’s hand – the same one he had wrapped around Nico’s throat – and guide it under my dress. I bite back a whimper when his hand graves the sensitive part of my inner thigh before going up and touching my sex over my panties.

“You are wet!” he growls, surprised that I am turned on after everything that happened back there.

“Yes,” I whimper when he slides his hand into my panties, dragging his middle finger over the valley of my sex. “God, I… we should stop. Not here.”

“Then you should have thought of that before I touched you,” he grinds roughly, lust replacing the anger in his eyes. “What kind of partner would that make me if I can’t take care of this for you?”

Fabian pulls his hands away but before I can anticipate what he's going to do, he spins me around to face the wall before his hands slide and back under my dress. I bite my lip to stop a whimper from slipping out when he massages my sex through my panties, thrusting his erection against my ass to let me know he's just as turned on as I am.

“Fabian, what if someone comes out?” I whimper when Fabian yanks my panties down my thighs.

“Then you need to be really quiet for me so no one hears you.”

I can tell that’s going to be a real challenge as the man drops to his knees. In his family home hallway! A wall away from all of his extended family who I assume have gone back to enjoying dinner.

“I’m going to eat this pussy, Helena,” he rasps, his voice deep and scratchy. “You are going to be quiet for me if you don’t want an audience. I don’t care if anyone walks out. I am not stopping.”

I want to call out his bluff but something tells me he’s not. Maybe this is not so great of an idea and… “Oh!” I slap a hand into my mouth to stop the cry when Fabian shoves open my legs and then he buries his tongue between my feminine lips, licking a path up the valley. “Oh God!”

He doesn’t stop, or give me a moment to gather myself before he is licking at me like a possessed man. I can hear the voices coming from the dining area and I am half terrified that someone will walk on us but soon, I can barely think at all.

His middle finger enters me as his mouth closes hungrily around my sensitive bud, tugging hard at my clit until I am panting behind my hand.

It's too much, too fast. An overload of sensation coupled with adrenaline and fear of getting caught and it doesn't take long before an orgasm tears through. My legs grow shaky and my knees threaten to give in. I bite into my hand to stop the sob that climbs up my throat, my sex clenching and unclenching around his thrusting finger as he draws out the orgasm.

I slump against the wall when Fabian gets up, slapping my ass right before I hear him unzipping his pants and taking out his erection.

Wait, he’s not thinking of having sex here is he? Surely not. What we just did was one thing but fucking me here would be insane. He wouldn’t. And yet, he does.

“Stay quiet, you can do that for me, right angel?” he rasps into my ear and I feel his thickness plod my entrance. “I am strung too tight to be nice!”

"Fabian, we should… oh!" I catch my cry in time when he slams into my wetness, burying all his thick inches into me. He's too big. All the lovemaking we've made and he still feels so freaking big inside of me. His thick manhood stretches my walls deliciously and I want more. Christ, I want more. Always will.

“You were saying?”

I don't even remember anymore. It seems he's scrapped off all thoughts that do not revolve around him. No, I don't want to think about anything but this man and the way he makes me feel.

“I love you,” I whisper the only thing in my mind. “It’s crazy but…”

Fabian pulls out before slapping back into me. “Then we’ll be crazy together because I feel the same way about you, Helena Jerkins. I love you too.”

“You do?” I choke out, afraid that I might have misheard him.

"From the second I saw you, I felt it," he rasps, and I feel the press of his hot lips against the back of my neck. "There was this connection I felt but I didn't want to pull you into my world. When you walked into my building, then I knew I couldn't let you go. I am a selfish man, Helena. I want to keep you in my world. Your beauty, your warmth, and your innocence. I want to claim everything."

“It’s yours.”

Fabian combs his hand into my hair and yanks my head back as he starts rutting into me in fast strokes, his breath heavy in my ear. “Mine!”

“Yes!”

He slaps into me hard, slapping his hand on my mouth when he realizes he can't trust me not to make any noise and draw attention to us. There is no restraint in the way he takes me, pounding his manhood into me so roughly that it forces me up on my toes. It's an overload on all my senses and I love every second of it.

“Fuck, I can’t last too long, angel,” he grinds into my ear, dropping his free hand between us and I jilt hard against him when his middle finger finds my clit. I whimper when he starts rubbing it fast and firmly, pulling me into yet another orgasm.

A scream climbs up my throat and it’s a good thing he has a firm hand on my mouth or my scream would alert not just those in the room next door but everyone in the estate.

God. Oh God!

My sex tightens painfully around his cock before releasing deliciously I feel it from the roots of my hair to the very tips of my toes. My throat strains and I go blind as he pounds so hard into me that it lifts me off the ground. He hammers into me faster and harder, following with his own orgasm, burying his face into my neck as his manhood jerks inside of me seconds before he floods me with his seed. I whimper at the sensation, my sex pulsing hotly around him and milking him of every drop until his body loses tension.

We stay silent, our heavy breathing the only sound in the hallway and I am tempted to slide down and just take a short nap. There is something about Fabian's arms around me that makes me safe enough to drop all my guard.

“We should go,” I whisper when his hand drops from my mouth. “I think we’ve tested our luck.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and soothing to my ear. "How do you feel about us spending Christmas dinner with your family instead? I'll order us a meal from Bella Cucina and all the desserts you want."

“You had me Bella Cucina,” I chuckle, turning around to wrap my arm around his shoulders, my eyes locking with those beautiful dark eyes I love. “I’m sorry about today but thank you for standing up for me. I love you.”

Fabian pulls me hard against him and hugs me tight, promising me without words to always protect me from the world and I silently vow to do the same.

He is mine as much as I am his. Nothing and no one will change this!