GETAWAY CAR II

That early afternoon, Dieu invited Sumire to a private restaurant he occupied to surprise her and confess his true feelings. The place looks so romantically intimate and lavishly decorated with a touch of soft music.

Dieu leads her to a small table inside the restaurant like a gentleman. He gave her a bouquet of fresh flowers. Even before Sumire sat down, Dieu suddenly hold her hand which slightly startled her.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. Ever since I was born, it's been like I didn't exist in our family. They always had their eyes on Mort, he's first priority and choice of the family. They admire my brother so much and completely forget me while I'm living under his shadow trying to impress them. But I didn't expect this day would come when you chose me over him." Dieu said and kissed the back of Sumire's palm.

"I know this sounds so rushed but I can't wait to have you all by myself. If you will have me as your man, I would be greatly honored. Sumire, will you be my fiancèe?" Dieu asked meekly with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

"No." Sumire bluntly replied that stuns Dieu. His shoulder greatly dropped in dismay. Looking at her with a questioning and rather startled gaze, he didn't think she would reject him.

"I'm sorry Dieu, I don’t feel a romantic connection with you. You’re hilarious and so fun to be around, but I don’t want to take our relationship past the friendship stage. I only see you as a great friend and nothing else. You're an amazing guy who deserves someone amazing. Besides, I just used you to make Mort jealous. I hope you can forgive me." Sumire confessed and took her hand back and walked out of the restaurant leaving Dieu speechless and can't do anything but watch her as she walked away.

"Why him Sumire..."

At the heart of Brethren City, where the sun sets on the West horizon, lies and stood hundreds of gigantic world-renowned high-class buildings and towers. Centuries of grand design and sculpture came together in the wide avenues to form that eclectic yet peaceful cityscape. A big teeming metropolis where ambitious, greedy, and powerful people from all over the world mark their territory in the city.

A famous celebrity who came from a well-known family and the wealthiest people who run half of the global economy resides at the very heart of the city.

At the darkened modern luxe bachelor's pad settled in the South Brethren, the home of the most feared man in the world, a maiden barge in the most dangerous and forbidden room for women to enter. Hands clutching her white revealing night-gown into a knot. She prepared this.

Even though it was a red flag for the maiden, Sumire courageously infiltrated the dark masculine throne-like chamber even she was quivering in fear. Windows were open, night zephyr gently stirred her obsidian hair. The lights were offed and only the beam of the moonlight lit up the cold dimmed room. Bottle of empty whiskeys scattered around, broken into smithereens.

She strode further inside and found herself standing in the darkest part of the corner. Behind the swaying curtains appeared the glowing pair of emerald eyes and there emerge a big man's shadow out of the silver curtains. Legs were crossed and head angling on the other side, sitting in a kingly posture.

The man growled like a feral beast panther slowly approaching her place with a heavy step, oozing with Death's aura and vibes. Gasped, Sumire was standing frozen on her feet when she meet his cold and dangerous look. Hair is slick back and sexily disheveled, his naked upper body appeared to be so massive and masculine.

She was terrified and mesmerize by his presence at the same time. She was breathless and in a daze!

"You have the audacity to invade my private den, lady. Do you know what that means?"

He said in a gruff tone. The maiden gulped hard while looking up at the man towering big over her. Sumire's cheek started to burn in red when she inhaled his intoxicating smell that now lingers in her nostrils. She was hypnotized and it made her drawn to him even more.

Sumire entered the place to prove herself that she loves no one but him. But here she is shrinking back, knees and toes are jelled. She was imprisoned by his mysterious charm!

"I am here to explain myself. Dieu and I weren't---"

"Shhh...don't talk or I will make a mess with this lips of yours against mine."

He reached to her face and lifted her chin. Mort's thumbs gently brushed her lips which were slightly parted. Sumire closed her eyes at the touch, lewd and lascivious and lovely. She was thankful for the darkness and quite desperate for the light, obscuring her reddened cheeks.

His gaze traced her pair of midnight eyes, nose, and sweet lips. "I hate when someone looks at you the same way I did..." Mort clenches his jaw, his thick manly eyebrows deeply furrowed.

"Do you know how tempting you are? Hmmm?"

He hummed half-growl and half-moan. Mort's gaze travels down to her delectable neck and shoulder. He brushed off the lace of her dress and it slip down to her fair skin. Sumire decided to give herself to the man tonight to ease his jealousy and fear of losing her.

"Mort..."

Eyes drawn to his lips, Sumire inhaled, let out a ragged breath and felt wanton.

He lifted her hips and enwrapped her legs around his waist. Leaning into each other. Sumire blushed intensely when she felt his hard bulge pressed between her thighs, telling her they were a perfect fit.

Consumed in fire and hearts giving in to their desires, Mort seals the tiny space between them and he plunges himself into her. Their lips locked, sucking and biting her lower lip. Bodies pressed together heatedly against each other. Her heart pounded in her chest as her knees got weaker.

Her whole body tingled in fear and excitement, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly ecstatic. Sumire slightly pulled herself to gasp for air but Mort pulled her back, claiming her mouth over again, hungry and intense. She can taste the wine on his lips that intoxicate her. Mort's hands crawled inside her revealing silver nightdress that highlighted her assets, the elegant curve of her hips, and the softness of her tummy, not to mention her round, firm breasts.

She cup his face and yanked his hair at the same time, responding to his torrid and hungry kiss with the same intensity.

When their lips are slightly parted and wet, her brassiere unlocked, Mort possessively declared.

"Tonight, you will be my prey and mine."

Mort brings her inside his dimmed master's bedroom and pinned her to the wall. He crushed her full, strawberry lips with his, urging them apart so he could explore the warm wetness within.

He moved his body against her, letting her feel his erection. She stared at him wide-eyed as the smell of her desire drifted up between them.

"No man will own you but me. You belong to me now. You understand?"

Sumire nodded, trembling. He lifted the hem of her dress and slid his hand between her thighs, massaging the damp material covering her mons. She was hot and soaking wet.

Mort tugged her dress loose and it puddled at Sumire's feet. He was drunk at the magnificent sight of her. Soft, curvy, exquisite. His gaze travel down, nature had blessed her with glorious inviting mons that awakened a primal mating urge inside him.

"Fuck!" In just one swift, Sumire found herself on the soft mattress and Mort in between her legs. He had a sudden urge to plant load of seeds. He wanted her so bad. She was longing for him.

He tore the remaining clothes that cover her nakedness. He leaned and his lips burned her skin, from her neck tracing a path to her breasts down to her navel, and lower. When his tongue invaded inside her delicious core, caressing her, she gasped and grabbed his shoulder.

"Ahhh, stop it..nnnghhh...haaa ahh..." she moans in ecstasy.

"You taste good, malyshka. I could eat you all night long, you know that?" It was deep, sexy, and full of desire.

Mort spread her legs widened and feasted on her, sucking her clit and licking her folds until she squirmed. The exquisite pleasure almost too much to bear.

"Please...don't...stop."

She begged. Her legs trembled and toes curled. Mort placed her legs on his shoulder and still didn't spare her. His tongue slipped inside her tight opening, teasing her more, she thrust her hips forward, needing more. A delicious wave of pleasure poured inside his mouth and he sucked it all not allowing any single drop to escape.

Sumire panted and titillated. With the room silent, there was nothing but the sound of her gasps drawing him in, awakening something feral within.

"Please, make love with me." She plead in ragged breath making him smile watching her weaken under his touch.

"Slow and easy, or fast and crazy. I’ll do you however you like."

Mort tossed his pants and boxer next to her wreck panty and kneeled gloriously naked, so hot and sinful. His large, hard and proud buddy sprang to her sight.

Her eyes widened and gulped hard. "Y-you're huge, w-will that fit in?" she asked to see how huge he is.

"It will," Mort huskily replied.

He crawled up her body, positioning himself between her legs, and pressed his huge swollen shaft against her dripping opening. His lips found hers and they kissed for an eternity, feeding off the intimacy. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses.

He rubbed her with his erotically, adding pressure to her most sensitive spot. A moan of pleasure escaped from her lips. He kissed her raw and hungrily. Those perfect lips sinking in as if consuming her soul, the way his body pressed against hers, warm and untamed. Just when he was about to penetrate her, a ring of the phone on the near table suddenly interrupted them. Sumire stops him but Mort ignores the call and continues ravishing her lips. After a few more nonstop ringing, he grips his phone and answered the call.

"This better be good." Mort coldly opened up on the caller, leaving Klauss gulped on the other line.

"We have found Vladimir, Boss. You did the right thing in freeing his assistant because this is what led us to his location." Klauss reported in a formal tone.

Sumire supressed her moans trying to escape from her mouth when the tip of his shaft that intimately rub her folds suddenly slid while he was on the phone.

"Aahh, ummphh!" she moaned but Mort covered her lips with his.

"Boss? What is that-- are you still in there? Where are you?" Klauss frowned looking at the phone. 'Is that a woman's moan?'

"I'm on my way," Mort answered and immediately hung up. His eyes dawned at Sumire who was blushing hard beneath him and staring at him eyes half-open in desire. He bent down, his lips against her nose and cheek, brushing it lightly—and still, that light touch sent shivers through her nerves. He kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"There's an emergency, I'll be right back."

..........

"Whoever calls him, I hope he dies single! Oh! It hurts..." she cries while holding her abdomen aching her so much after Mort leaves his job unfinished.

Sumire waited for him for an hour, naked under the sheet when she decided to get up from the bed and wears Mort's white long sleeves and boxer short from the massive closet. She went to the kitchen to find some food barefooted but was quickly dismayed when she found nothing to eat. The refrigerator was full of expensive imported wine.

She decided to go out of the pad to buy something for her rumbling tummy, but before she could get into the car, someone suddenly covered her nose with a handkerchief. She struggle against the stranger's tight grip and was forced to enter the car until she lost consciousness.

"Mort..."