last time you fucked someone. You're starting to get on everyone's nerves. So do us all a favor and get laid or something, find a little cutie and get some booty, because we're all tired of getting our heads bitten off,” Devin said as he hopped off the bed, smiling at Sergio.
“You little asshole,” Sergio chuckled. The sound of his laughter was sensuous. “Go, go on, bugger off. Tell everyone that I'll lighten up, but only a little. If I start slacking on you guys, you'll just get worse.” Both men laughed and Devin left Sergio alone to finish dressing. Sergio splashed on a little cologne, the same scent as his shampoo and body wash. He didn't want to smell of several different scents. People who used several different scents in their cosmetics gave him headaches whenever he was caught upwind of them. He ap plied a little styling gel to his hair and raked his fingers through, allowing some locks to hang over his forehead. He gave himself a look over. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he headed down to Elise's room to see if she was ready.
“Are you ready to go?” Sergio asked as he cracked Elise's door open and peeked inside. His eyes focused on her and what she was wearing. She was beautiful. He looked at her tight black leather mini skirt which barely covered her crotch. Her thigh-high black heeled boots added another six inches to her height; she resembled a dominatrix. To add to that effect was a black leather bra, covered by a black, sheer nylon shirt with the same color satin collar and cuffs.
At first glance, Sergio wanted to slowly peel every piece of clothing off her body. He wanted to lay her down on the satin covers, kiss her all over and savor her scent. He found her intoxicating. Then it all came rushing back to him hitting him like a freight train. All of this, this complete ensemble was picked by Elise to please Darian. Sergio wanted to know what Darian had tha t he did not. He wanted to know his competition. He opened the door wider and leaned across the oak frame.
“Is all that for him?” he asked.
“What does it matter to you?” Elise answered defensively.
“What does it matter to me? Well, it should matter to you. Do you think he can love you as I do? As a matter of fact, do you think he loves you at all?”
Elise didn't want to answer that question. She didn't want to think about such a thing. Of course Darian loved her, he had helped her, helped all of them, and he made love to her. Better than anyone else ever had, of that she was certain. Sergio would just have to get over his jealousy. She'd chosen her lover and it was not up for discussion.
“I'm not going to stand here, Sergio and play these games with you. You simply have to get over this jealousy you have toward Darian and my relationship with him. Now, you should direct your interest to the other females within the Pride. You need to settle with one of them, and stop this constant badgering. I grow tired of it!” Elise said, confident she would put an end to Sergio's protest of whom she chose to sleep with.
Sergio watched Elise closely. He could sense her apprehension. He believed she was aware she wasn't the apple of Darian's eye. He could not understand her obsession with him. Tonight, he would see for himself, firsthand, the two of them together. He wanted to see the manipulation in action. He wanted to be able to bring it up to her later, and say, 'see, I told you, he doesn't love you, but I do!' He wondered if even that would be enough to convince her just how serious he was. Only time would tell.
CHAPTER 5
D arian sat back comfortably in his black leather chair. He had turned the chair's temperature up to eighty-five degrees. He enjoyed the sensation of the heat over his skin. Not that he was cold, his skin would only be cold until he fed. Naturally, he liked heat inside his body and out. Heat was sensual, heat was sexy...heat was lust. He read through the gambling profits he had made the week before from
“You little asshole,” Sergio chuckled. The sound of his laughter was sensuous. “Go, go on, bugger off. Tell everyone that I'll lighten up, but only a little. If I start slacking on you guys, you'll just get worse.” Both men laughed and Devin left Sergio alone to finish dressing. Sergio splashed on a little cologne, the same scent as his shampoo and body wash. He didn't want to smell of several different scents. People who used several different scents in their cosmetics gave him headaches whenever he was caught upwind of them. He ap plied a little styling gel to his hair and raked his fingers through, allowing some locks to hang over his forehead. He gave himself a look over. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he headed down to Elise's room to see if she was ready.
“Are you ready to go?” Sergio asked as he cracked Elise's door open and peeked inside. His eyes focused on her and what she was wearing. She was beautiful. He looked at her tight black leather mini skirt which barely covered her crotch. Her thigh-high black heeled boots added another six inches to her height; she resembled a dominatrix. To add to that effect was a black leather bra, covered by a black, sheer nylon shirt with the same color satin collar and cuffs.
At first glance, Sergio wanted to slowly peel every piece of clothing off her body. He wanted to lay her down on the satin covers, kiss her all over and savor her scent. He found her intoxicating. Then it all came rushing back to him hitting him like a freight train. All of this, this complete ensemble was picked by Elise to please Darian. Sergio wanted to know what Darian had tha t he did not. He wanted to know his competition. He opened the door wider and leaned across the oak frame.
“Is all that for him?” he asked.
“What does it matter to you?” Elise answered defensively.
“What does it matter to me? Well, it should matter to you. Do you think he can love you as I do? As a matter of fact, do you think he loves you at all?”
Elise didn't want to answer that question. She didn't want to think about such a thing. Of course Darian loved her, he had helped her, helped all of them, and he made love to her. Better than anyone else ever had, of that she was certain. Sergio would just have to get over his jealousy. She'd chosen her lover and it was not up for discussion.
“I'm not going to stand here, Sergio and play these games with you. You simply have to get over this jealousy you have toward Darian and my relationship with him. Now, you should direct your interest to the other females within the Pride. You need to settle with one of them, and stop this constant badgering. I grow tired of it!” Elise said, confident she would put an end to Sergio's protest of whom she chose to sleep with.
Sergio watched Elise closely. He could sense her apprehension. He believed she was aware she wasn't the apple of Darian's eye. He could not understand her obsession with him. Tonight, he would see for himself, firsthand, the two of them together. He wanted to see the manipulation in action. He wanted to be able to bring it up to her later, and say, 'see, I told you, he doesn't love you, but I do!' He wondered if even that would be enough to convince her just how serious he was. Only time would tell.
CHAPTER 5
D arian sat back comfortably in his black leather chair. He had turned the chair's temperature up to eighty-five degrees. He enjoyed the sensation of the heat over his skin. Not that he was cold, his skin would only be cold until he fed. Naturally, he liked heat inside his body and out. Heat was sensual, heat was sexy...heat was lust. He read through the gambling profits he had made the week before from
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