CHAPTER FOUR

ERIS

My ears are ringing, loud. I feel as though all the strength I had a minute ago has been taken away. My knees are weak, I take a seat on the edge of the bed. I have been set up. That's what is ringing in my head. I look back on all actions I have taken since coming back to the US. All the actions I've taken in regard to questioning Cian Ravens. And I have that light bulb moment. This house. When we'd been acquainted, I was a waitress at the coffee shop on River Street, and I bugged his clothes. He was talking to his brother about purchasing a house in Glencoe. I did not think much of it. Or when the house I have been using to spy on him was unoccupied the day after he moved in. I thought it was because the neighbor across from him was scared because of the influence and the reputation the man before me has on the streets. Every action I have taken into finding information about the where bouts of my sister have all been fatal.

I don't blame him for making a fool of me, I'm not even mad at him, more like impressed. But at the same time, I ask myself why, why did he go through all that to get me here now? And more so, I am mad at myself, for being easily tricked into thinking I had everything in my control. Maybe I didn't when I set foot on his property, but now he is tied up, so I have the upper hand. He has me confused, he did not do anything to harm me when he had a chance, I did think he would kill me, but now the roles are reversed and I have the chance to do so if I wish to end him. Everything is making my head hurt. I rub the temple of my head with one hand.

I have to communicate with Andrea and let her know that everything has changed. And in any case, she needs to take the next flight back to Bogota. I stand, and go straight for my small bag, fishing for my phone. Immediately in the contact list, I give Cian one look, "don't try anything stupid." Then I walk into his bathroom and close the door, dialing the number. Andrea picks up immediately, "Eris?" "I need you to go to the airport right now and take the next flight home," those are the first words that come out of my mouth. There is silence, but I can hear her breathing so I know she is still there. "Do you hear me?" I ask in Spanish. She asks why, and I give her a run down of everything that has happened. "Are you crazy? Did you leave him alone? What if he attacks you the moment you leave the bathroom?" she asks, incredulous, still in Spanish. Then she goes on to rant, and tell me that she had warned me this could happen, but I was so focused on my own thing to take her caution into account. She also goes on to tell me that she was not leaving Chicago without me, she would even march into Cian's house if I think she was bluffing. "Your brothers would kill me," she says. And I roll my eyes, she is being extra dramatic, as always. Dario would butcher anyone who hurts even one hair on her head, we both know that, even though she still plays around with whatever relationship they have.

"I'll see you in a few hours, I'll meet you by the bridge," I tell her in Spanish, signing as I know she would not budge over the subject. I cut the call and put my phone in my pocket, after checking the time, one AM. I need to get out of here before the sun rises. Cracking the door open my heart skips a beat when I see that Cian is not on the floor where I left him. Swallowing hard, I take a deep breath and take a step back into the room.

Somehow my heart slows seeing him seated at the foot of the bed. He grins at me when our eyes meet, "ah, the floor is a bit uncomfortable." I move closer to him, seeing a small blade in his hand, and snatch it away, "I'll give this back later." His face presses into me and I still, before I move back. His grin still on his face, "I thought you wanted me to borough my face in your chest." And I have the urge to slap the grin from his handsome face. I take my time to look him over, my eyes lingering on his lips, full enough and moist. Then I continue looking lower at his shirt and lower at his sweats.

My eyes drift back up to his, and he is watching me watch him, his eyes shining with hunger and lust. I take a step closer once more, and he parts his thighs, so I stand in between his legs. My hands, on his shoulders, I study his face, once again lingering on his lips. "Do it," he rasps and my eyes meet his, as he looks up at me. I raise a brow, and he does not get deterred, his eyes now linger on my lips before he looks me in the eye again. "Do it. Kiss me," he says, his tongue thrusts out and licks his lips, subconsciously I do the same."What makes you think you're in any position to demand anything from me?" He pulls his bottom lip in his mouth, his eyes leaving mine, trailing over my skin, leaving a fire trail while at it. Why am I hot? Am I attracted to him? I do not need an answer for that, because I sure as hell am attracted to him. He looks back into my eyes, the fire in his eyes burning brighter, his lip popping from his mouth, "kiss me." I raised a brow in question, silently asking again, 'what makes you think you are in the position to demand anything?' He swallows, "please." And the working of his throat was it for me, I grab him by his jaw and tilt his head upwards, and dip my head, crashing my lips on his. I feel a shiver run through my skin, as does his, as sparks ignite the moment our lips touch.

He moans, pushing his head higher as if seeking more of what I have to give. I feel like I'm fifteen again, with my stomach in knots, as the boy I liked, who was a friend to one of my older brothers, and the son of a friend of my father's kissed me, in the piano room in our mansion.

In return, I push him to his back, until it touches the mattress and climbs on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips, not once do my lips leave his.His erection, through our clothes, brushes my nether lips, and he moans into my mouth, my hand leaves his jaw and my fingers thread through his hair, pulling on it, as I mold my body into his, my nipples hard as diamonds, brushing on his chest with every movement. This kiss is everything I fantasized it would be, and more.Craving more, needing more, I pull on his hair harder and he hisses, opening his mouth to me and I take that chance to pull on his tongue into my mouth and and suck on it.He groans, thrusting his tongue more into my mouth, in a way to conquer it, me. His mouth worships mine in a desperation I can not fathom. And I let him, drawing circles with my hips on top of him.With the ache between my legs,wetness seeping from my core, I grind deeper into him. His mouth leaves mine, his head thrown back as he groans, "untie me." "No," I answer with no hesitation,grinding deeper into his erection. "Fuck...Please!" he says and I ignore him, pressing my lips on his neck,i lick all the way up to the spot behind his ear and back down then give it a little suck. "Christ! Let me touch you," he says, his voice deep with desperation. "No!" my voice is strained, in a pant, as I work myself on top of him. His skin is flushed, his face a shade of pink and his body hot and molded into mine, "why would you deny yourself?Untie me, alllow me to make you come."

Taking his earlobe between my teeth, I bite on it slightly and tug then release, grinding faster into him, feeling the build up in my core, "you're going to make me come, just like this." I press my lips on his once more and the sparks ignite in me once more, straight down to my core and lower to the tips of my toes. I feel it building up, I work my hips faster, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, my movements abrupt, seeking relief, my hands on his bare chest,under his shirt, one hand comes back up and wraps around his throat. The friction of his erection pressing on my clit pushes me to the edge and I feel my core tighten, I gasp, my hips bucking on their own accord as I ride through the wave of my orgasm. Cian continues kissing me desperately, as I do him. Pulling my head back, I take a deep breathe, and lay my head on his shoulder to catch my breath and calm my racing heart. Ignoring the smell of my arousal and the need to have him inside me, I pull away, and stand on shaky legs, eyeing him, his lips pink and swollen from my asault, his shirt up to his neck, his lower half, my wetness splotched and very visible on his crotch, his erection still very much evident through the said trousers. I feel my cheeks heat up, I have never behaved like an animal in heat before, but there is something about this man that just makes me feel different.

Shaking my head, I straighten my clothes, ignoring the painfully hard nipples brushing on my fabric. "You won't," he says, eyeing me warily. I grin,"nothing you can do about it, papi." I put the knife down on the floor, and smile wider, "I'll be leaving now, if you want out of that rope, you'll have to get the knife off the floor." Tempted, one more time, I tell myself, I lean into him, pressing my lips into his and he immediately kisses me back,i feel my arousal build up anew and I know it's time to pull back,i mention,more to myself than him,"no one has ever made me come that way, or that fast." I walk back to the balcony door where I came in from, "You'd be wise not to get in my way when I go after your men, it's nothing personal.Your cousin, Rodney is next on my list." I throw him a wink, and walk back into the cold outside, clearing my head as I make my way back out of his property.