EroticReverie

Kane Cross

"What the fuck?" Dante growls as I look out the floor to ceiling glass windows and watch Nadia strut her bold little ass around pretending to mourn her fucking step father. 

"I told you we shouldve went about this differently." Constantine says. 

"Did you really have to make the comment about her fucking Maxwell?" Dante growls. 

I just stare at her, fucking seething. 

"What did she mean Maxwell told her shit?" Constantine asking us as if we fucking know.

"She's lying." I say.

"Is she ?" Dante asks. "Cause we all know Maxwell was a fucking idiot, tell me you cant pain the fucking picture of him spilling all our fucking secrets to her , trying to fucking impress her or some shit." Dante growls and I close my eyes and take a deep breath, cause he was right. We had to figure out what the fuck she actually knew, if anything. 

"She doesnt think it's a suicide either." Dante says through gritted teeth.

"She knows." Constantine said. 

"There's no way she can fucking know." I say annoyed by Constantine's paranoia, that is in turn making me fucking paranoid. 

"She was there." Constantine says.

"Nobody was fucking there but us." I growl through my teeth.

"Not....that....I mean she was there the day we were all in his office." Constantine says.

"And?" I ask.

"She could have heard what you said to Maxwell." Constantine says.

"She left the room." I say. 

"She couldve been outside the door." Dante says and at that very moment, her head turns, looking back at the three of us through the glass, and for a moment she shows nothing on her face. Then a second later a slow small smile spreads across her lips. She lifts her hand, drags her thumb and pointer across her lips and twists her hand , making the zipped mouth gesture and then fucking winks as she "tosses the key".

"I'm going to fucking kill her." I mutter. 

"You are?" Constantine asks.

"Shut up." Dante says to Constantine. "Nobody is fucking killing anyone....yet." 

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"I think we got off on the wrong foot." I say standing in the door way of Nadia's bedroom, hours later after she excused herself from the dwindling gathering. She's in the middle of unzipping the back of her dress and she jumps a mile of the fucking floor, her heels already kicked off.

"Jesus christ!" she yells, glaring at me. 

"Mister Cross will do just fine." I say and she scowls , rolling her eyes. 

"I'm not giving you three a fucking thing of what was left to me. So suck it up buttercup." she snarls. Her words just a tad bit messy and jumbled, that boldness of hers no longer coming from her pretending, but from the glasses upon glasses of champagne she'd downed in the past two hours. 

"You didn't deny fucking him." I say and she looks at me, her eyes turning into angry little slits. 

"I dont see how it's any of your fucking business." she snaps. 

I walk into her room past the doorway and shut it behind me as she pulls the pins in her hair out and tosses them on her low laying dresser, with a giant mirror behind it. 

"Get out of my room." she says with venom as she glares at me in the mirror.

"Tell me something Nadia" I say as I walk further in, and closer to her, walking up behind her. I watch her swallow, as she finally has the sense to be scared. 

I reach my one hand around her, placing it on her stomach and she tenses, then starts to tremble. 

I lift my other hand to her mid back, grabbing the little zipper, and sliding it down the rest of the way slowly. 

"Did you love him?" I ask and her brows pinch slightly. 

"yes." she says as drag one single finger up the skin of her back, my other hand slipping from her stomach and then both hands grabbing her shoulders gently, sliding over the fabric there and then letting my thumbs hook around her dress. I wasn't even sure what the hell I was doing, my dick was running the show right now. I came her to intimidate her, to get answers, and already my cock had over ridden all common sense. 

"That's a shame. You must be heartbroken." I say quietly as I push the fabric down her shoulders slowly, my eyes lifting to hers again in the mirror, as I stand a little over a foot taller behind her. 

"I am." she says quietly.

"Me too." I say and she swallows.

"I dont believe you." she whispers and I raise a brow.

"Well, I don't believe you either." I say matter of factly as I yank the fabric down her arms and she gasps, jumping slightly as I rip the dress down and look right at her fucking tits in the mirrror. Then swing my hand up and grab her by the neck. I dont squeeze, just grab it firmly as I feel her shake and watch her eyes go wide. 

"I always get what I want." I tell her, just slightly grabbing her neck a bit more firmly and I feel her swallow against my hand. 

"Are you going to kill me to?" she asks and I snarl and then bring my mouth to her ear. 

"I havent fucking decided yet." I hiss in her ear and she lets out a whimper.

"There's letters." she says. 

"I have letters...and...and papers...proof of all the things you all did..." I snarl, trying to read whether or not she's lying. 

"He left me a letter in his will....of where everything is....said someone was going to kill him. That is it was suicide...then it was set up." she says.

"where are the papers...the fucking proof" I snarl.

She shakes her head. "I'm not telling you."

"I just want what's mine." she says. "I dont give a fuck about what you've done, and I dont fucking care even if you did kill him. I'll keep my mouth shut. He deserved it either way." she says and I look at her.

"What happened to loving him?" I cock my brow. 

"It's hard to love a man that started fucking you at fifteen years old." she says and I feel my face drop, I feel my hand loosen. I figured maybe he'd just started fucking her when she turned eighteen a year ago or something...not four fucking years ago. 

"He got too greedy. I heard you." she says what Constantine was so paranoid about, her hearing us in the office, he was right. 

"You dont fucking need the money. You said so yourself. So, just, leave me alone and I won't say a thing, to anyone, ever." she says and I look at her in the mirror, her breasts, the hard points of her perfect nipples. I clench my jaw and then slide my hand from her neck and down over her chest, and lift my other hand to her chest, sliding my hands over her breats and then grabbing them gently as she sucks in a sharp breath.

I ignore the plea, ignore the talk of the share and the seat of the Midnights. Instead I lean down and whisper in her ear.

"Tell me Nadia....are you one hell of a fuck?" I ask and then gently pinch her nipples and her back arches and I lick my lips.

"I bet you are." I whisper to her as I slide my hands down and push her dress down her waist and over her hips until it drops to the floor and shes left in only a tiny little black thong.

"Are you....going to make me have sex with you?" she asks and I smirk, and slide my hand over her lower stomach and let my fingers slip into her thong.

"i think we both know...Im not going to have make you do anything you dont already want to do." I say as I slip my finger between her soft smooth lips of her shaved cunt and find all the fucking proof I need as Nadia's cunt wet my finger and I slip it inside. 

"I think we need to find a new cock for this pussy to fuck Nadia, don't you?" I ask as I drag my finger out and then push back into her slowly. 

She just inhales through her teeth and then lets out a little whimper as I begin to finger her slowly. 

"Maybe your daddy left you the fucking seat at Midnights, as a gift to US" I say.

"Maybe you're meant to be left to us Nadia, maybe daddy knew just how much better his three partners could fuck your little cunt for you" I groan in her ear and she pants and bites her lip. 

"You think that's it Nadia?" I groan. "No, that can't be it, can it?" I say , fingering her a bit faster, a bit deeper as she plants her hands on her dresser and I lean over her as she wiggles her fucking hips and grinds against my finger and hand. 

"Because why would he give us such a hot little reward for ending his fucking life?" I snarl and she clamps down on my fucking finger and lets out a cry. 

"I'm glad I fucking did it Nadia" I growl. Her slick fucking cunt, so god damn tight and warm , making me fucking feral. 

"I'm glad that he's fucking cold in the fucking ground, while I've got this warm little cunt of yours ready to cum on my fucking finger" I groan in her ear.

"oh my god" she whines. "you're sick" I groan and then slide a second finger in making her gasp.

"Not as sick as the girl who's getting off on the finger that pulled the fucking trigger that killed her daddy" I growl at her , and I feel it, a proud fucking smile crossing my face as I make Maxwell's pretty little unexpected parting gift cum all over my fingers.