Chapter 98: He Is Going To Watch?

Chapter 98: He Is Going To Watch?

Abigail

“That is not true, Festus. I broke up with you because I lost feelings.” He scoffed and shook his head to himself, averting his gaze away from me.

“We both know what really happened. You acted like a bitch the second we were over and you probably are still. I don't miss a single moment we had and especially not you.” The words drip off like venom and I can't even believe I managed to put up with him for a whole year.

He has even gotten more rude now than he was back then. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, he has seriously not grown up at all. I feel bad for his date, even though whatever is on her phone seems more interesting than what comes out of his mouth.

“And you think I do?” I spit back and he sighed heavily.

“You know what? Maybe we should just return to our original table.” He said and stood up from his seat, but he didn't get far before a sharp voice interrupted his plans.

“You are not going anywhere? Sit down?” Luciano said, I looked at him, seeing his calm but hard stare focused right on Festus, challenging him to do otherwise.

Festus remains quiet for a second as if debating whether his threat is worth disobeying or not and with a huff, he takes his seat again. I would do the same, anyone in this room can see and feel the powerful aura that radiates off the man in front of me. There is an awkward silence again and all of us seem to find discomfort in the situation except Luciano. He looked like he enjoyed being the cause of everyone's uneasiness, especially Festus's

“Abigail and I are going out for a while and I expect you two to remain seated.” He said firmly, as if giving them a lecture. 

Luciano moved up from his chair and I followed, not wanting to be around Festus more than I have to. I had forgotten what a jerk he could be at times.

“I appreciate you saving me from that but why are we going outside?” I asked once we made our way through the table surrounded by people.

“You will see.” 

We continued to a parking lot close to the restaurant, filled with cars in numerous colors. He took me to one of the cars and despite the poor light from the streetlights, I recognized the license plate.

“This is Festus's car. Why did you bring me here?” I frown at him.

“You remember what he said in there that he didn't miss you?” He takes a step closer until his suited body is forcing my ass to bump into the cat's front. His hand cups the side of my face and lowers his head before whispering above my lips.

“Let's see if it is true.” 

Slowly he met my lips, his tongue finding mine in a matter of seconds and his hands drifted to my waist, where he squeezed before grabbing my ass to lift me up on the hood. My legs automatically parted to pull him closer and with his hands roaming my hips and waist, he pushed me back with his body weight. My bare skin comes in contact with the cold metal and I gasp into his mouth. I can't help but feel the need for more even though the fucked up thoughts about getting fucked on my ex-boyfriend's car is repeatedly playing in my head. The intense pleasure his lips were giving to my neck was making my back arch and urging him to speed up the process.

He grabbed the underside of my thighs and moved my legs up as he moved further down my body. My eyelids were closed with the feeling of his gentle caress on my breasts and thighs, adding more wetness between my legs. All of a sudden, I heard someone swear and the mumbling of a struggling voice came closer. Behind a line of cars beside us, two guards arrived and held a seemingly pissed off Festus between them. I make an attempt to get up before they see what we were doing, but Luciano keeps me flat against the car with his hand on my stomach.

“What the hell is going on?” I asked in a slightly panicky tone.

“He is going to watch.” Luciano replied in a relaxed tone.

I am aware that this wouldn't be the first time getting fucked in front of someone else but my ex? Maybe that should be where I draw the line. Festus trashed and struggled in the guard's grasp as they stood only a few meters away. Luciano looked down at me and I held our lust-filled stare, his eyes blaze with hunger, need, desire and I couldn't help but mirror his emotions because, even though we had a small audience, my body had already prepared for the pleasure of his wet tip running past my even wetter entrance. He widens my legs and grips my wrist in one hand to pin them tightly over my abdomen, my bare skin and clothed center are now visible to anyone who is near and I know I should feel disrespected, maybe even degraded, but a spark of excitement lights up in my core and I chase it like a moth to a flame.

Being exposed like this shouldn't be a thrill, being used like this shouldn't be a thrill but I love it. The constant chill covering my body was proof, light pecks are placed on my inner thigh, each one getting closer to where I carved him most. Only for him to move to the other thigh, where he does the same. I hear him unbuckled his belt and the sound makes butterflies settle in my stomach. His fingers grazed over my soaked folds and then he pushed further down right on my clit, the coldness of his rings making me jerk.

“Just tell me if it is too much.” He said quietly and I nodded, keeping my gaze on the black sky above us.

He released my hands, giving me enough freedom to support myself for what is coming. As the tip of dick comes in contact with my folds, I have to plant one hand flat beside my head just to balance myself while the other holds my legs up.

“You are sick.” Festus muttered and Luciano chuckled above me.

“You have no idea.” 

With both hands on my waist, he lets his díck gaze up and down my opening, spreading the wet juice that keeps erupting from my pussy. How he got rock hard so fast, I don't know. He rams into me with such force that I am pressed harder and further up on the car and my hands form fists in desperation to cling onto something. He groans above me, sliding out and pausing before pounding into me all over again, just as rough.

“Such a good girl.” He praised me in a breath.

“So eager for me, taking me so well.” He continued moving in and out of me, keeping a steady pace.

My brows knitted together at the chilling pleasure that coursed through my body with every single thrust, I felt attentive eyes burn into my side and turned my head to watch the focused expression on their faces. Festus's jaw was flexed painfully but he didn't look away, he couldn't find the strength to.

Luciano plants one hand on my stomach, making sure I move as little as I can for him to fuck me as deep as physically possible while his speed increases. I am not sure if I imagined it or not, but I swear, I can feel the car moving back and forth beneath me.