Sucking the Nipples

Vance carried her past the final step, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against her side. The grand hallway stretched before them in the dim evening light, quiet and shadowed. Her slender arms remained looped securely around his thick neck. She rested her head softly against the hard wall of his chest, listening to the heavy, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat. With every measured stride he took toward her bedroom, the soft friction of her delicate frame pressing flush against him sent jagged spikes of heat straight down to his groin. He pushed open the heavy oak door to her room with his shoulder and stepped inside, the cool air conditioning doing nothing to soothe the burning heat rushing through his veins.

He lowered her onto the center of the large mattress with practiced ease. Her hands slipped from his neck, falling against the soft sheets. He reached down, grabbing the edges of the thick duvet, and pulled it up over her body. He tucked the corners firmly around her sides, locking her in a snug cocoon of expensive fabric. His jaw locked into a rigid line. The muscles in his neck strained as he fought an agonizing, almost unbearable urge to lean over, press his lips against her smooth forehead, and trail hot, wet kisses all the way down her neck, over her stomach, and straight down to her pussy.

"I am not a baby, Vance. Stop treating me like one." Aria pouted in protest. She wiggled under the heavy blankets, adjusting her head against the plush pillow until she found a comfortable position.

"Go to bed, baby girl, you need to wake up early." Vance commanded. His rocky, deep voice came out stern, layered with an undeniable authority that left no room for further argument. He gave the duvet one final, firm pat to ensure she was covered. He turned on his heel and walked out of the room with majestic, unhurried strides, leaving the ambient glow of her bedside lamp behind.

He shut the heavy bedroom door behind him with a quiet click. Standing alone in the empty hallway, Vance looked down at the front of his tailored dark trousers. The thick fabric strained tight over his massive, throbbing erection.

"Fuck." He cursed under his breath. The raw sound echoed faintly off the corridor walls.

Just the gentle, innocent pout of her lips had been enough to make his dick surge with demanding heat. He closed his eyes, taking a deep, ragged breath to steady his racing pulse. He knew with absolute certainty that he could not guarantee how long he would be able to live under the same roof with her and keep his hands off her body. The invisible tether pulling him toward her grew stronger every single day. But he had a prior mission to handle. First, he needed to dig up concrete evidence on the motherfucker hovering around her. Preston. The mere thought of that weak, insignificant college boy touching Aria made a lethal rage boil in his gut. Vance clenched his large hands into tight fists at his sides. He made a silent, lethal vow to the shadows of the hallway. He would destroy Preston. He would rip the boy's life apart piece by piece and ensure he never came near her again.

The next morning, Aria woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through her curtains. She slid out of bed, went through her morning routine, and dressed neatly in preparation for her first official day at Oakridge College. Stepping out of her bedroom, she walked to the edge of the grand staircase. She stared down at the cascading steps. The sheer height of the curving wooden structure looked like a massive, exhausting workload. Taking a deep breath, she began to descend slowly. It was significantly easier for her legs to navigate the stairs going down than the agonizing climb from the previous night.

She reached the bottom floor successfully and made her way across the marble tiles toward the dining hall. The massive room was empty. Vance was nowhere to be seen. It was a rare, peaceful way to start her morning without the suffocating weight of his dominant presence pressing down on her. She took a seat at the long mahogany table, ate her breakfast in comfortable quiet, and eventually stood up, ready to head out the door.

Just as she adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder, that distinct, familiar cologne gripped her nostrils. The rich scent of aged wood, expensive musk, and raw masculinity flooded the air. She tilted her head backward, her gaze landing on the grand staircase. Vance was descending the steps with a slow, sophisticated grace.

He looked striking. He seemed different from his usual cold, untouchable demeanor. She could not quite pinpoint what exact detail had shifted, but he radiated an intense, flawless beauty. His dark raven hair was styled differently, the locks swept back in a way that highlighted the sharp, aristocratic angles of his jaw. His eyelashes cast long shadows over his piercing eyes. His gaze sparkled with a dangerous, hidden amusement. His skin seemed to glow under the grand chandelier light.

Aria stood frozen near the edge of the dining room table. Her stomach flipped in a sudden, nervous somersault. Why did her body react this way every single time he came near?

Their eyes locked. As he closed the distance between them, her heart started beating a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribs. He bored his dark, predatory gaze directly into her skin. The sheer intensity of his stare made her cheeks flame hot with a sudden blush. Uncharacteristic shivers of raw nerves ran straight down her spine, raising goosebumps along her arms. Aria rarely felt nervous, but the moment she noticed his dark eyes slowly tracking the curve of her hips and the shape of her calves, she felt entirely exposed. She felt more naked under his clothed gaze than she had ever felt in her entire life.

She stood rooted to the spot, allowing herself to savor the breathless moment. She kept staring, captivated by his dangerous allure, until she realized he was standing mere inches in front of her. The heat radiating from his large frame washed over her.

"Your hands will do a lot better than your eyes, little one." Vance stated. A calm, knowing smile touched the corners of his lips.

Aria blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sudden fog from her mind. She wondered what it was about this dangerous mafia boss that had her so deeply hooked. She shook her head, forcing a casual tone to brush off his observation.

"Where are you going dressed so differently?" She inquired, deliberately ignoring his suggestive words.

"You do not think that I kill people to make money, do you?" Vance replied smoothly.

"It is as simple as telling me you are heading to work, right." Aria rolled her eyes.

Vance grinned, the expression calm but sharp. "You are running late. I have assigned a driver to the new BMW outside. It has always been your dream car since you were a baby, so I decided to get one for you."

Aria felt her breath catch in her throat. Her soul seemed to leave her body for a split second. She had loved BMWs since she was a little girl, but her father was a strict man who despised portable sports cars. He had never bought one for her, dismissing her childhood fantasies. The sudden realization that Vance remembered her deepest, most fleeting wishes from years ago hit her like a physical blow. What could she interpret this gesture as?

She blinked, feeling a sudden wave of heavy emotion welling up in her chest. She looked up at his handsome face.

"Thank you so much." She whispered, her voice thick with genuine gratitude.

Vance instantly dropped the soft smile. He reverted to his usual cold, professional, and unreadable demeanor.

"Get going, this is not Nevada. You will run late." He instructed briskly.

In a swift, fluid motion, he walked past her without another glance. He strode out the heavy front doors and stepped into his waiting luxury vehicle, which was instantly flanked by three black SUV escort cars. Aria watched him leave, her chest tight. She was not bothered by his sudden shift in attitude. She had known him all her life, and she knew he was a master at playing both the saint and the devil.

Oakridge College was bustling with morning activity. The sleek new BMW pulled up to the curb. The moment her towering bodyguards stepped out and opened the rear door, Aria stepped out onto the pavement. She stood tall, adjusting her bag, and stared at the sprawling campus architecture. This was the school she had dreamed about attending her whole life.

Within moments, two familiar voices called out to her. Chloe and Preston jogged over, beaming with excitement.

"You took so long." Preston smiled. He closed the distance, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist and pulling her into a warm hug.

"I did not wake up early, and I had to eat before leaving the house." Aria replied, hugging him back out of pure habit.

"We are finally here at our dream school." Chloe cheered, looking around at the passing students and grand brick buildings.

"We are finally here together." Preston added.

Aria stood near the entrance gates with her best friend and her boyfriend. They stared at the magnificent campus. Finally, they could see it physically, rather than looking at glossy magazine pages or scrolling through pictures on their phones. Finally, they were all in the same city, living the life they had planned.

"I have missed you so much, babe." Preston murmured. He leaned in, cupping her cheek, and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

Aria closed her eyes and allowed the kiss, attempting to reciprocate the motion of his lips against hers.

"I have missed you too." She breathed out softly when they parted.

Chloe rolled her eyes playfully at the couple. "You know what, I think I need to get myself a man!" She yelled dramatically, throwing her hands in the air with mock frustration.

Aria and Preston chuckled. Preston kept his hand firmly on her waist as they watched Chloe heave exaggerated sighs of jealousy.

"I am glad you are finally here, Aria. We are going to spend lots of time together, plan out our future, work towards it, and live our dream life." Preston stared directly into her eyes, making his open promises with earnest devotion.

"I pray so too." Aria forced her face to stretch into a wide smile.

Preston smiled back and pulled her into another round of deep kisses. Aria broke the contact within seconds, stepping back under the guise of looking at her schedule. Internally, a cold, dead void settled in her chest. She felt nothing. There were no sparks, no thrill, no sudden rush of heat to her lower belly. It felt like pressing her lips against a piece of plain cardboard. She told herself she just did not fancy intimate affairs, brushing off the total lack of physical connection. Yet, she could not ignore the glaring contrast. A single look from Vance sent fire through her veins, while her boyfriend's eager kisses left her numb.

Hours later, the bright morning faded into a slow afternoon. Aria and Chloe had finished their two scheduled lectures for the day. Having no other classes until the following morning, they sat at a small table in the crowded campus cafeteria, waiting for Preston to finish his lab session.

"Do you not think it would be right for you to tell Preston who you are living with?" Chloe asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them.

Aria snapped her head up. She shot her friend a dark, warning glare.

"You think it is going to be funny?" Aria asked. Her voice was low and serious.

"It is going to be terrible if he finds out himself." Chloe inhaled nervously, leaning closer over the table.

"Who would tell him? You?" Aria demanded. Her voice suddenly took on a sharp hint of authoritative rage.

"You know I will never do that." Chloe defended herself quickly.

"Then take a chill pill and relax, Chloe. He is not going to find out." Aria commanded firmly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Silence fell over the table once again. Chloe chewed on her lower lip, clearly harboring deep fears about Preston discovering the dangerous truth about Aria's living situation. Eventually, Chloe waved the heavy thoughts aside, opting for a lighter subject.

"So, how is Mr. Hottie doing?" Chloe asked with a teasing chuckle.

Aria scoffed loudly. She picked up her phone, staring blindly at the dark screen. "What is so hot about him, Chloe? He does not even look nice."

Chloe cleared her throat. "You know that is a huge lie."

"He is no hot guy, Chloe. He is an ugly duckling." Aria lied through her teeth, her voice dripping with deliberate disdain. "You are the only one fooling over him, Chloe. I do not want a dog!"

Aria aggressively masked her secret, internal acknowledgment of Vance's unmatched, dangerous allure. She knew Vance was devastatingly handsome. There were barely two guys on the planet who could match his raw, dominant hotness. But she hated the way women threw themselves shamelessly at his feet. She painted him as repulsive to hide the terrifying truth: her growing lust for him was consuming her from the inside out.

"If I had Preston as a boyfriend, I would end up leaving him for Vance. Who knows, you might do the same." Chloe chuckled, poking her arm.

"That is not funny, Aria. Our idol and CEO is not a dog." Chloe faked a pout.

Aria ignored the bait, keeping her eyes glued to her phone. The rest of their wait passed in silence until Preston finally found them, and they all departed the campus for the day.

Evening blanketed the sprawling mansion in deep shadows. Aria had returned from school and spent the remainder of the afternoon locked in her bedroom. As the sun set, a deep, restless boredom crept into her bones. Seeking a change of scenery, she wandered down the grand halls to the living room.

She walked over to the elaborate, mahogany wet bar tucked in the corner of the expansive parlor. Her eyes scanned the endless rows of crystal decanters filled with unfamiliar liquids. She reached for a tall, decorative bottle that looked exactly like a rich fruit juice. She grabbed a heavy glass, poured a generous amount of the thick liquid, and decided to watch some television to pass the time until Vance returned from his business dealings.

She turned off every light switch in the parlor, plunging the massive room into darkness. Slumping into a plush, oversized two-seater couch, she grabbed the remote and turned the television to her favorite Telemundo channel. A steamy drama, 'Getting Wild With the Enemy,' was playing on the screen.

Aria pulled her legs up, curling herself comfortably into the cushions. The bright, colorful glow of the television screen cast dancing shadows across her face in the pitch-black room. She brought the glass to her lips and took a slow sip. The liquid burned a hot trail down her throat, but the sweet, fruity flavor masked the heavy alcohol content. She took another deep gulp, oblivious to the intoxicating trap she was falling into.

On the bright screen, the plot took a sudden, explicit turn. The male lead, Will, pushed the female lead, Rachel, back against a wall. Will's large hand slid down Rachel's stomach, plunging his fingers directly into Rachel's wet pussy. He began fucking her roughly with his hand, while Rachel threw her head back and moaned his name loudly.

Aria stopped drinking. Her eyes glued to the flashing screen. She watched the aggressive, dirty movement of his hand working wonders on the woman's soaking flesh. A sudden, deep fire ignited in her core.

Slowly, she felt a heavy throbbing between her own thighs. Her pussy began to shrink and throb, spurting hot moisture into her cotton panties in direct response to the dirty, explicit scene playing out in front of her. But her mind did not drift to Preston. The thought of her college boyfriend vanished into thin air.

The sultry, dominant movement of the man's hand on the screen made her mind wander straight to Vance.

Her drunken brain painted a vivid, agonizing picture. She imagined the sheer size and length of Vance's large, masculine hands. She imagined how incredible it would feel if he cornered her against a wall and held her just like that. Aria closed her eyes, letting the heavy, disguised alcohol cloud her judgment. She visualized his big hands stroking her body, his rough palms sliding up her thighs to part her legs. She imagined him making her scream in pure pleasure, pushing her over the edge until the only sound in the dark mansion was her own desperate moans.

She took another heavy gulp from the glass, draining the last of the potent liquid. A physical ache of pure lust radiated through her chest. She thought about grabbing Vance by his expensive suit, pulling him down, and licking his firm lips. She imagined biting his bottom lip until she left deep red marks.

Aria let out a shaky sigh. The heat inside her body was unbearable. Without wasting another moment, she slipped her hands under the hem of her loose shirt. Her erect nipples had been chafing against the fabric, begging for friction. She cupped her own bare breasts in the dark. She desperately fondled and squeezed the heavy mounds of flesh, twisting the sensitive peaks between her fingers. She imagined it was Vance's mouth on her, Vance sucking her into a blind, messy orgasm.

She was highly intoxicated, lost in a haze of alcohol and raw sexual need.

"Ummm," Aria moaned softly into the empty room, her eyes squeezed shut as her hands worked her breasts harder.

"What are you doing, Aria."

The rocky, deep voice pierced through the darkness like a physical blade. Aria gasped. Her heart missed a beat. A violent jolt of fear shot straight through her nervous system. The coldness in his tone made her quiver, but the unexpected use of her actual name—the name he refused to use, always calling her little one or baby girl—sent a wave of raw terror through her veins.

She slowly opened her eyes. The blue glow of the television illuminated Vance's towering figure. He was standing right next to the couch, staring down at her with a calm, lethal stillness. Her face flushed. She tried to arrange her features into an innocent, confused look, but her hands were still trapped beneath her shirt, gripping her bare breasts. She gave the television screen a quick, guilty glance.

Vance's jaw ticked. His dick surged hard and heavy against the zipper of his trousers at the sight of her flushed, innocent face and the undeniable outline of her hands fondling her own tits.

He swallowed hard. He wanted to scream at her, to yell at her for being so naughty in the middle of the open parlor, but his own voice betrayed his cracking control. He lowered his gaze from her face, staring intensely at the position of her hands under her shirt, then glanced at the explicit sex scene still playing on the television, and finally looked at the empty glass resting on the coffee table.

"Fucking goodness, momma. Why are you drinking that?" Vance demanded.

He crouched directly beside her, bringing his broad chest level with her legs. His predatory gaze locked entirely onto her heavy, exposed flesh straining against her hands.

Aria pouted, her drunken mind losing all sense of danger. "What are you doing, give me back my drink." She whined, the sound coming out as a desperate, breathy moan.

Vance's shaft gave a violent throb. The sound of her needy moan tore at his restraint.

"You are drunk, momma. Hold on, I will take you to your room." He breathed out softly, his voice tight. He tried to force his eyes away from her chest, reaching out to grab her arms.

"No," Aria pouted harder, jerking her arms away. "I am not drunk, I just want to feel that way." She pointed a shaky finger at the television screen, where the actress was currently panting and shivering from a brutal orgasm.

Vance inhaled a sharp, hissing breath through his teeth. "I am not your boyfriend, little one." He warned her, his voice straining heavily with suppressed, agonizing lust. He grabbed her wrists, attempting to pull her up from the couch.

Instead of standing, the drunken girl planted her feet and forcefully yanked him backward. Vance lost his balance, falling forward onto the cushions. His face pressed directly and intimately into her cleavage.

Aria leaned down, putting her lips right next to his ear. "You were not my boyfriend when you said you were going to fuck my brain back to a reset factory." She whispered.

That single, defiant sentence broke his iron restraint into jagged pieces.

Vance let out a low, feral growl. His large hands moved in a blur of motion. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and violently ripped her clothes aside. The fabric tore with a loud, satisfying rip, exposing her bare chest to the cool air of the parlor. Aria moaned out loudly in shock and pleasure as his rough knuckles brushed against her sensitive skin.

His dark eyes snapped wide open at the sight of her heavy, round breasts spilling out before him. He let out a dark sound, like a starving animal finally presented with a feast. He dipped his head. His hot, wet tongue latched firmly onto her tight, left nipple.

Aria cried out. The shocking heat of his mouth on her bare flesh made her knees buckle. She sank deeper into the wide couch, her body thrashing wildly. She shoved both of her hands into his thick raven hair, fisting the dark locks violently. She yanked his head closer, forcing his mouth deeper against her bouncing breasts as she completely surrendered to the pure, unadulterated ecstasy of his mouth.

"Oh my fucking goodness," Aria squirmed, whining in overwhelming pleasure. Her pussy throbbed with a relentless, aching need, dripping slick moisture down her inner thighs.

Vance released her nipple with a loud pop. He trailed open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone. "Go on, baby girl, moan for me." He demanded, his hot breath fanning across her damp skin.

He returned to her breasts, opening his mouth wide and sucking hungrily on the tight peaks.

"Fuck it!" Aria cried out in pure ecstasy. Her back arched off the cushions. Her body jerked upward as he rolled his tongue aggressively around her nipple, sending sharp, agonizing waves of pleasure straight down to her clitoris.

Her hands fisted tighter in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp. She parted her thighs wide, wrapping her legs tightly around his narrow waist to anchor him against her. Vance pushed his hips forward into the cradle of her thighs. His massive, rock-hard dick pressed heavily through his trousers directly against her soaked core, shaking with his desperate need to bury himself inside her.

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak of her nipple. Aria's entire body went rigid. The intense, blinding pleasure brutally tightened her inner walls. Her pussy clamped down in a rhythmic, agonizing pulse. Vance felt the shift in her body. He knew exactly what was about to happen, and instead of stopping, he cupped both of her heavy breasts, mashing them together as he sucked harder, devouring her flesh like a starving man. He wanted to slide down her stomach and lap greedily at her soaking pussy, but he knew if he tasted her juice, he would never be able to stop himself from ripping his pants open and claiming her virginity right on the couch.

"Oh my fucking goodness, Vance, I am going to pee!" Aria cried out helplessly. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes.

"That is not pee, that is squirt, baby girl." Vance corrected her, his voice a dark, muffled rumble against her wet skin.

Aria whimpered loudly. Her vaginal walls clamped shut with brutal force. Her body jerked into a massive, earth-shattering climax. She let out a series of loud, broken squeals as her limbs convulsed wildly. She tipped right over the edge, and a hot, heavy stream of liquid shot out from her tight core, violently squirting directly onto the front of Vance's dress shirt and stomach.

She collapsed back into the cushions, her chest heaving, her thighs trembling violently in the aftermath of her first intense orgasm.

Vance pulled back slowly from her chest. He remained kneeling between her spread legs. He looked down at his soaked clothes, staring at the large, wet stain covering his stomach with a dark, twisted reverence.

"Excellent, baby girl. Excellent." He praised her, his voice dropping an octave deeper. He reached down and touched the soaked fabric of his shirt. "I wish not to wash this, baby girl. I wish to just dry it and keep it close to my nose, just so I can inhale the nice scent of your pussy forever."

He slowly lifted his gaze. He stared down at her quivering, sexually satisfied body laid out bare on the dark couch. His heart slammed violently against his ribs. The final remnants of his denial burned away.

Vance looked at her flushed face, silently penning a mental confession to his friend, Aria's father: *I am sorry Thorne, but this is the beginning of a journey I can not guarantee an end to!*