Chapter Four
Alessa was still a bit tired but she felt this nervous energy since waking this morning. She knew that Roberto was going to call her at eleven to make plans for dinner or to get together. She was nervous, unsure, but maybe a little excited. He was a handsome man. A bit older, though, but she didn’t mind if he was sincere and honest. She feared trusting people still, but she could see herself trusting him.
She glanced at her watch and smoothed down the black skirt she wore and green long sleeve top that accentuated her breasts. The dip wasn’t too low in the front, and she wore a small emerald heart in gold that landed right before the cleavage. She thought she looked good, classy, and was glad the skirt required a thin belt. It was a little big, proving the last few months that she lost more weight. She noticed she could see her ribs a bit more and she would have to be conscious of eating better throughout the day and hopefully the stress and worry wouldn’t take its toll on her body.
When the doorbell rang she knew it was Prince dropping off her supplies she left at the club yesterday. Then he would give her a ride to wherever Gisella wanted to meet for lunch. When she opened the door, she was shocked to see Cobra, Roman, Lenox, and Ziek. She stared at them, looking way up into their eyes and then shook her head as if trying to physically clear it. That instant rush of lust, desire, and attraction so deep she felt every body part react.
“What are you doing here? I thought Prince was coming?” she asked and opened the door wider as they carried in boxes and cases of her supplies.
“He had something else to take care of for Fedarro and Collin,” Ziek said to her.
As they looked her over and around her apartment she closed the door and then stood next to it and stared at them. Oh God, they were in her apartment again. Making it smell like their cologne, encasing the place with their masculinity, the power and sexiness they emitted. Jesus, look at them. Lenox with that dark black hair and serious expression, his business attire as usual, suit, tie, and all business. She glanced at Ziek, wearing a long sleeve shirt that accentuated the muscles on his chest and arms, she could see the definition. His dark eyes held hers.
Roman stood there with his hands in his pockets, a black blazer, white button-down shirt with the first few buttons undone and that serious expression enhanced by sexy beard. Cobra. Oh lord, Cobra, bald, with massive, thick muscles, a man who looked ready to kill. He was pissed off. Probably for having to drop off her shit. What the hell was Gisella thinking?
“How are you?” Ziek asked her, looking her over.
She moved from the door, trying to act like they didn’t scare her, turn her on, make her tongue-tied, but she stuttered with her words. They did that to her. They affected her singly but quadruple…she was a mess or nerves and emotions.
“I’m good. Thank you for dropping off my things.”
“You’re welcome. You know we would do anything for you, Alessa,” Lenox said, gazing over her body.
“I appreciate that. We’ve been friends for a while,” she said, accentuating friends. She started to walk toward the kitchen where Roman stood.
“Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. She noticed Cobra standing there breathing through his nostrils.
“We’re good.”
“Uhm, did you want to head over early to meet Gisella?” she asked and went to go grab her bag, but Roman snagged her wrist, making her gasp. He squinted at her.
“Don’t look so scared. Don’t you know by now we would never cause you pain?” he asked her so seriously and she felt confused, on alert.
“What’s this?” Ziek asked, pushing around her table of bills.
“Hey, that’s my stuff. What are you doing?”
“Is this why you’re working so much, and the night hours at the bakery? You’re in debt?” Ziek asked
“What?” Cobra asked, speaking for the first time, and it sounded so deep and harsh in tone.
“No. No, I’m not in debt. Those are my college loans,” she said, pulling her wrist from Roman, who released her only to follow as she stepped closer and pulled the bills from Ziek’s hand.
“Uhm, I don’t know what you’re doing here and why you’re looking at my personal stuff. Can we leave now? I have plans later.”
“With Roberto Simi?” Cobra snapped at her. She swung her head to look at him.
Her lips parted.
“Yeah, heard you were with him last night at Club Olivia. Care to explain how you met him and wound up becoming friends? Which I hope that’s all it is, for your sake,” Cobra snapped at her.
“Cobra,” Lenox warned. She gulped.
She just stared at them. Roman placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged them.
“How do you know him? How did you meet?”
She turned to look up at him and face him. She placed her hands on the table behind her for support as she leaned back and gazed up at him.
“I met him at work. At Marchianno’s.”
Roman stepped closer and placed his hands on her hips.
“And last night, was it a date or did you meet him by coincidence?”
“Why do you want to know?” she asked.
“Answer him,” Cobra commanded.
She turned to look at him, but Roman gave her hips a little shake to focus on him.
“Honey, answer me.”
“By coincidence.”
“Don’t see him again,” Ziek stated from behind her.
“What? Why? What do you mean?”
“He’s not a good man to be around,” Roman told her and looked over her breasts, making her heart race and her nipples harden. She prayed he couldn’t tell what he did to her.
“Why are you doing this? He’s a business man, a nice guy, and we’re just friends.”
“I don’t like it,” Cobra snapped.
“We know of him, Alessa. He’s not trustworthy. We would prefer if you stayed clear of him and obey us.”
“Obey you?” she asked, feeling shocked. Was this some sort of control over her? Who were they to do this? She heard Collin and Fedarro say such things to their woman, Gisella, but she didn’t belong to these men. She gulped.
“You can’t make demands on me.” She went to move and Roman gripped her tighter.
“Please listen to us and accept what we say and order for you to do.”
“No,” she said.
“Alessa, he could hurt you, especially when he finds out you’re important to us and we know you,” Roman added.
“I’m confused. You know him how? Through business? Like he’s connected, or an enemy?” As she said enemy, her eyes widened at the serious expression in Roman’s eyes. “Why would that have anything to do with me? Even if he knew we were friends and had friends in the same circle, it wouldn’t get him anything. Not information I don’t know.”
“That isn’t a chance you should take,” Ziek told her.
“Well, I’m just friends with him. We’re meeting for dinner later.”
“Dinner?” Cobra asked.
She gulped as Roman released her as she moved away from him.
“Yes.”
“Why?” Lenox asked.
“Because he asked me to and wants to spend time together like friends do.”
“He wants you in his bed,” Roman barked at her.
She felt offended, and her cheeks heated. Why were they acting so concerned and like they cared for her as more than a friend of their boss’s girlfriend’s friend?
“It isn’t like that.”
“You don’t know what men think. What they want from a woman as sweet, vulnerable, inexperienced as you are, Alessa,” Ziek added.
“I’m not stupid, but thank you for basically putting me down for not being so experienced when it comes to men. Surely you know what you’re talking about, considering the multitude of women you four keep,” she said to them, and then regretted it once it left her lips.
“Multitude of women we keep?” Lenox asked through clenched teeth.
“Is that why you won’t admit to how you really feel about us?” Ziek asked her.
“Ziek,” Roman reprimanded.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, and her voice cracked. Could they know she had a crush on them? Fantasized about having them? They could totally take advantage of that.
“When you were drugged that night, and we stayed here watching over you, you said things. Did things, Alessa,” Ziek said to her. Suddenly she felt heated, and by the hungry, dark looks in their eyes, she could only imagine what things she said and did. God, did she maul them, try to force herself on them, or tell them she wanted them?
“It’s okay. It was the drugs, but the truth came out. The way you feel about us,” Lenox told her.
“Oh God.” She covered her mouth with her hand.
“It’s okay,” Ziek said to her.
“No, it isn’t okay. It’s embarrassing, and not knowing what I said and did, or rather not remembering it, is upsetting.”
Ziek pulled her close and looked down into her eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be upsetting.”
She stared at his mouth. Felt that deep pull toward him, but it was stupid to act on it. She knew what types of men these were. They didn’t date or commit. They prowled, maybe not every night or every week, but they didn’t remain committed to one woman. Surely they wouldn’t want to be bound like that to someone so sweet, as they described her.
“Maybe we can spend more time together,” he said and reached up and stroked her hair. She felt his palm slide from her lower back to her ass, before he pulled her closer.
She pressed her hands against his chest, stopping him.
“Ziek. Don’t. I’m not even your type. I don’t want some one-time fling, or to be a new adventure for you guys. That isn’t me, and you should know that.” She pulled from his arms and stepped away.
“We don’t think of you in that way at all,” Lenox said to her.
“It seems that way. Listen, I’m not interested in anything complicated right now. I’m too busy with work.”
“We can help you out with that. You’re working so hard, and you’re losing weight, and look tired,” Ziek said.
“Thanks a bunch.”
“It wasn’t an insult. It is a concern for your health and wellbeing,” Roman added.
“I’m fine right now. I appreciate the support.”
“And these bills? This working hard and now meeting Roberto, has he offered to take care of you and to take care of these bills, too? Is that why you’re with him?” Cobra asked.
“What? No! How could you think that? I just met him.”
She felt so insulted, it wasn’t easy to blow off at all. Is that what Cobra really thought of her, or maybe women in general? That they were after something? That they wanted men’s money?
“A rich, attractive man with power, ability to persuade, starts paying attention to you, making promises, wanting to be part of your life, easing his way in, and you think he isn’t after something more?” Roman asked, apparently feeling just as Cobra did.
“Could it be he likes me? Says the right things, seems sincere and honest, and hasn’t shown me any reason to think he has ulterior motives? Maybe he’s attracted to me and it’s so intense that he wants me for me and nothing more? Perhaps he isn’t afraid to commit, or have a steady girlfriend he could spend time with and support? Is that so far-fetched?” she asked and didn’t know where those words were coming from or why she was challenging men who could make her disappear, but she did.
Roman reached out, grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest.
She gasped, and gripped onto his forearms as she stared up into a very intense, hard expression.
His hand eased up under her hair, those eyes, that beard, the fierceness and strength of him aroused and shocked her.
“You want honesty? You want me to bring down the walls, the arguments against what feels right, and be open? Why the fuck not?” he said and pressed his lips to hers and kissed her.
Alessa was stunned by his move, and more so by the feel of his hands exploring her body while his tongue and mouth explored hers. They were moaning, rocking their hips against one another, and then suddenly her ass was on the table, his thighs pressed her thighs open and he lowered her down to the table. He was ravaging her mouth, cupping her breast under her top and she tilted her torso up.
When he moved his mouth from her mouth and lifted her top higher, shoved up her bra and began to suckle on her breast she cried out.
“Oh God, Roman! Roman!” she screamed his name, as the sensations of his beard scraping against her ribs and breast as he suckled hard and made her come. She shivered and shook.
“Let me in. Jesus, let me the fuck in there,” Cobra demanded in that deep, hard tone of his.
Roman moved to the side and Cobra was immediately between her legs then cupping her cheek with one large palm and her breast with the other.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Alessa. Damn, your body is exceptional.” He lowered down and kissed her. Hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She ran her hands up his shoulders then to his head as he released her lips and lowered to suckle a breast. “Cobra! Oh God, this is crazy. You need to slow down.”
“Fuck slowing down. We all want this. We all have feelings for you, and you have them for us,” Lenox said as he and Ziek joined them by the table. Cobra suckled harder and then ran a palm up her thigh to her ass.
“I need to taste you.”
“No. Oh God no, you can’t. We can’t. Nothing will come of this. It’s a mis—”
Lenox leaned over and kissed her. He explored her mouth as Ziek gripped her hand and pressed it above her head, causing her pelvis to lift just as Cobra thrust a finger into her very wet cunt. She moaned into Lenox’s mouth as Ziek suckled her other breast and ran his palm up and down her belly and to the top of her mound.
“Oh God, how do you do this to me? Yes, oh, yes more.” She exclaimed.
“That’s it. Let it go baby. Give us another orgasm. Show us how we make you feel. How fucking good it feels to have all of us next to you, bringing you pleasure,” Roman demanded. Her thighs lifted, her panties were pulled down and then Cobra’s mouth landed on her cunt.
She moaned into Lenox’s mouth and then he released her lips and she grunted and gasped for breath.
“So fucking giving and responsive. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect,” Lenox blurted out loudly. He looked crazed, his face flushed, and then his eyes zeroed in on her pussy where Cobra feasted on her. He nipped her clit and she gasped and arched upward.
Lenox’s mouth lowered to her other breast as if keeping her in place as they all feasted on her and touched her. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She fantasized about this. About having them touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
Oh God, no. No, I can’t let this go that far. It would be meaningless. I’m not even sure this is right and-
“Oh!” she cried out as Cobra tugged hard on her clit and made her orgasm again. She was shaking when she heard Roman say it was his turn. She felt Cobra’s lips touch her inner groin, and then he lifted and Roman took his place. Roman went immediately down between her legs and suckled her cunt. He plunged his tongue in deeply while Ziek and Lenox sucked on her breasts. Cobra caressed her hair from her forehead and then lowered down, his lips glistening with her cream.
“Taste how delicious you are. A fucking delicacy,” he said harshly, yet it did something to her pussy and her nipples. He kissed her and she accepted his power and control. She felt so much for these four men that it scared her. She felt tears sting her eyes like she was overwhelmed with joy, a connection, yet there was the fear of how long would this last. Was it just lust?
She rocked her hips and then Ziek was asking for a taste. Roman lifted up and Ziek took his place. His plunged his tongue into her pussy and then nipped her clit. She gasped and tightened for Roman who pulled from her breast as Cobra lifted from her lips and then Roman gripped her hair.
“Give in. Let go fully. Now,” he said to her, and she didn’t know what he meant. Was she to give her heart and soul to him, to them, while they remained guarded and in control? It didn’t seem right or fair, no matter how good this felt. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and things when Ziek lifted up and Lenox took his position. She hadn’t expected his tongue to stroke along her anus and pussy back and forth. Nor had she expected the deep moan that his ministrations caused.
“Oh yeah. So responsive. Yeah, baby, give it to me,” Lenox commanded and then she felt his finger slip into her ass.
“Lenox!” she grunted and came.
“God damn that is beautiful,” Ziek said, looking down to where Lenox stroked fingers into her ass and cunt. She couldn’t believe the sensation. The wildness and naughty feelings that consumed her. Then Roman slid his palm down her belly to her cunt and dipped a finger inside.
“Wet and ready for cock,” he said, then pulled his finger out and brought it to his mouth and sucked on it. Holy God, they are way more experienced than I am. Oh boy.
“Yes,” Lenox said and continued to stroke her ass as he fingered her cunt until she came again.
She was panting for breath.
“Where’s the bedroom? Get her to the bedroom so we can spread her out and take her in every fucking hole,” Cobra said.
“Oh God. No. No, we can’t. Please, it’s too much. I don’t even know what I’m doing,” she said and pulled upward, closed her thighs, shoved her breasts back into the cups of her bra. They stared at her breathing heavily, looking hungry and mad.
Roman stroked her thigh. “You feel it just like we do. Why fight it?” he asked.
“Why? God, this is crazy. I’ve never been…well, kissed liked that. Touched liked that by any man, never mind four. I mean, fingers and tongues everywhere, and I…I wasn’t even expecting you to be here, and you’re here, and you’re making demands and acting like you own me. I won’t be some woman to screw. I’m sorry but I need more than that, and lust is lust. I can’t do this.”
“You want Roberto? You have feelings for him and want to sleep with him?” Cobra asked her, sounding angry and jealous.
“Cobra,” Lenox reprimanded him and Cobra grabbed his head and growled, then walked away.
She was breathing heavily and running her fingers through her hair. She felt so exposed.
“We want you,” Roman stated firmly. His expression hard, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at her like she belonged to him already. It was super fast-forward. She let them take control of her and tag team her. This was what her friends talked about. The intensity, the power, and the full throttle mentality made men had. She couldn’t just sleep with them, well, have sex with them because they wanted her and it felt good? Where were the dates? The sweet kisses and kind compliments, the moments leading up to making love, not fucking?
“You want sex and nothing more, like the other women you’ve been with.”
“Nothing has felt like this,” Ziek said.
“That isn’t a denial of what I just said. It’s sex,” she stated.
“It’s a start,” Lenox said.
Her jaw dropped and she quickly firmed her lips. She felt hurt, used, and she should have known what she did from the start that anything intimate with them would be temporary. She wasn’t okay with that. Her life was screwy enough. She felt like crying. They would use her. Get their need, the lust they had for her out of their heads by screwing her. No way. Now, she was angry and insulted.
“I think you should leave,” she said and moved off the table, fixed her skirt and then her shirt.
“We’re driving you, remember?” Roman stated firmly.
“I’ll call a cab,” she replied.
“No cab. You are to obey orders. It’s necessary,” Cobra ordered.
They were crazy, wild, intense, and demanding, and it all aroused her and made her want to throw inhibition to the wind, but that would be foolish. She would end up with a broken heart, a destroyed reputation, and even more scared and untrusting than ever. Plus, her family would be right. She would be a whore and nothing more.
“I need to get ready to go. I’m not right for you. I deserve respect, and a lot more then you’re willing to give. So leave me alone.”
“We’re still driving you,” Cobra snapped at her. She hurriedly headed to her room. Why did she get the feeling that Cobra would always have the last word?