SKULLS
From: Lovely Vero
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe TVD & the Originals
Main pairings:
Caroline Forbes & Klaus Mikaelson
Katherine Pierce & Elijah Mikaelson
Also starring:
Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson
Stephan Salvatore and Rebekah Mikaelson
CHAPTER 12
"Amor Amor Amor"
~ Part 2 ~
Writer's note: hi guys! Back after being off for a few months to grant me the time to rest and take care of myself and the ones around me. And now, my head is back into "SKULLS" (not that it never left …lol) and the continuation of the two parts chapter. Part 2 is … let say … very special *wink-wink* …. Plus prepare yourself for a HUGE surprise at the end of this update.
Have a good read!
Song inspiration:
"I was made for lovin' you" by Kiss
Mmm, yeah!
Tonight, I want to give it all to you
In the darkness, there's so much I want to do
And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet
'Cause girl, I was made for you
And girl, you were made for me
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes
Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild
And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true
'Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl, I was made for you
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can give it all to you, baby
Can you give it all to me?
Oh, can't get enough
I can't get enough
I can't get enough
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Oh, I was made
You were made
I can't get enough
No, I can't get enough
I was made for lovin' you, baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you, baby
Can you get enough of me?
Previously in Skulls…
"Klaus … She'll freeze to death!" Big Joe tried to reason with him; while helping Caroline to descend the stairs.
"I couldn't care less! That ride should teach her a lesson!" He replied to his right arm man; snapping his finger at the valet to bring his bike back to him.
"I tried blondie." Big Joe whispered to her, with a shy smile. "And I swear on my honor," He did a cross sign over his chest. "That I did not glance once at what was going on between you and Klaus…in that room." He added, blushing; slightly.
"Thank you, Big Joe." Caroline nodded, tears still rolling down her cheeks and neck.
The henchman nodded; before moving away from their standing positions, in direction of the car he had driven himself to the party.
The valet brought Klaus's bike back to his owner, handing the keys to him; before he would order Caroline: "Ride the passenger seat; we're driving back to the mansion."
"How … How do you want me to ride your bike?" She asked, uncomfortable; while wiping the tears away and lowering her tone down. "I don't … I don't have any underwear."
"Yeah … I notice that fact when my lips were all over your pussy; Caroline." He replied, toneless; while straddling his own bike. "Not my problem is it, love? Frankly, I couldn't' care less if your lady parts are exposed, considering that you did not either to start with."
She hated him … She hated him with a passion at the present moment! But she was strong, resilient and stubborn … And she would show him!
She approached his bike, furiously grabbing the helmet from his hands; before straddling his bike and encircling his muscular body with her arms….There! She couldn't care less if she froze to death either!
He let a dry chuckle escape his parted lips; before starting the engine.
Damn…. He was mad as hell at her! But, he needed to admit that …Caroline Forbes got guts!
The limousine drove over the invisible threshold of the outdoor gates (after two guards have granted access with a few exchanged words with El Diablo), entering the private property of both heads of the SKULLS. Katherine had sat silently in a dark corner on one the back sitting areas of the limousine; bundled up in his blazer, her head turned toward the window to stare at the dark sky of the night.
The sporadic snap of Elijah's fingers filling the space signaled her that he was still as pissed at her then when they had left Mateo's mansion; as the tensed lines of his jaw confirmed that she wasn't near finished to hear his remonstrance about it.
The long vehicle finally came to a stop at a meter of the imposing concrete stairs leading to the entrance of what could now be called her foster home. Funny how after a few weeks of her arrival, it seemed like she was reliving the same scene than the first night.
"Sir?" The chauffeur opened the passenger door; signing Elijah to step out of the luxury car.
The head of the SKULLS organization nodded and got out of the limousine, soon followed by Katherine who took a few seconds to inhale air inside her lungs before finding the strength within herself to step out herself.
"Thank you." Elijah addressed the chauffeur, discreetly signing him to leave the property; before slowly climbing the stairs.
Katherine let a shy smile spread over her red lips as a thank you to the kind and polite man, who probably thought she was a whore that this rich man had paid top dollars to sleep with, considering the limousine came from a rented service.
She stared at the luxury car heading back to the gates, before hearing the toneless disguised order: "Are you coming Katherine?"
She rose her head at El Diablo, climbing a few stairs herself; before halting her steps to let his jacket slide on the length of her arms to hand it back to him: "Thank you… it warmed me up."
Elijah shook his head, still pissed at her stupid actions; while biting his bottom lip: "Why does it seems like a "déjà vu" Katherine? Wasn't it me who had lend my leather jacket to you, on this stairs a few weeks ago?" He added. "In a gracious attempt to make you feel "safe" after what you had to endure in the hands of Desperaldo' men."
She wrapped her arms around her chest, tears filling her eyes; before lowering her head in shame.
"The night we've met, I had silently promised myself to keep you safe at all costs." He admitted, raising his right hand and a finger at her. "And I couldn't even understand "why" I felt that way; but I would have put my family and my entire organization at risk for a woman that I didn't even knew, prior the attack… And, I still would do it to this present day. "
"I know Elijah, and…" She rose her head back up; placing both hands in a prayer gesture.
"And what Katherine?" He questioned, cutting her in a drier tone; while pacing back and forth on the length of the concrete stair, before pointing two fingers at his right temple. "My brain can't grasp the idea that you would put your life in danger in such a careless way! Do you know how I felt when I recognized you in that filthy poker room… do you? And if your presence in that hell hole wasn't enough, all of this occurred in the presence of that low life rat, Alexandro!"
"I'm sorry … I truly am." She tried to excuse her actions.
The head of the Skulls breathed heavily, both fists placed on each side of his hips; before raising his right hand to pass his fingers through his tangled dark hair: "So you say."
"You saved my life that night, Elijah… And, in many ways you saved it, once again, tonight," She closed her eyes, inhaling the crisp air of the night; before climbing a few stairs to find herself at his eyes level. "I'll always be so grateful to you, your brother, Big Joe and all the men in your organization; as well as your entire family for helping both me and Caroline in our moments of need, but..."
"But?" He questioned, sight narrowed; while raising an eyebrow.
"I am not your property nor your keeper." She added, in a drier tone; chin rose to defy him.
"I beg to differ, woman." He responded, letting a sarcastic chuckle escape his parted lips. "In this outlaw world, if you are not belonging to me; you'll be as good as dead belonging to both Alexandro and Desperaldo!"
"Then I'll be dead!" She responded, tears filling her eyes. "Mark my words, Elijah: I refuse to sit around in your luxury mansion, while you do all the job to bring Desperaldo down!" She spat to his face, before starting to climb another concrete stair; only to be abruptly pulled back down (under her cry of surprise) by a firm grip of his hand on her left forearm.
She stood, breathless, glued to his bulged chest; with her heartbeats raising dangerously high in her chest, her face and lips at a near inch of his own.
"If I have to tie you up with a leather belt to my bed to forbid you to put your life in danger again, Katerina, I will!" He threatened her, his breathing picking up; while his sight narrowed on her parted lips.
"Is this a threat?" Katherine asked in a low whisper; lowering her own sight on his full lips; sexual tension filling the night.
"No, it's a promise, woman." He responded, unwavering.
"Dios! It's the middle of the night. You'll awake the entire neighborhood, El Diablo!" They both heard the remonstrance of Lucinda (who stood in her dressing gown, arms firmly crossed over her chest, over the entrance door threshold).
Elijah let a loud sight escape his parted lips, before releasing his grip on Katherine' arm and detaching himself from their forced embrace.
"I highly doubt it, Lucinda," He snapped back, dryly; climbing the rest of the outdoor stairs in a hurry to reach the head-maid standing position. "The nearest neighbor is located at miles of distance!"
"Estaba durmiendo! You woke me up with your shouting." She replied, shrugging; indifferent by the state of his bad mood.
"Don't push my buttons, Lucinda. You've done more than enough mistakes for one day!" El Diablo snapped back; pointing a finger underneath her nose. "You and I, we need to have a serious talk." He threatened, before barging inside his own mansion.
"Hombres!" Lucinda rolled her eyes to the dark sky; swearing over the stupidity of men in general. "Señorita Katherine… Come inside, you'll otherwise freeze to death on those stairs." She signed the brunette to climb the rest of the stairs to take refuge inside the mansion.
Katherine nodded, arms wrapped around her shivering body; before climbing the rest of the stairs to reach the standing position of Lucinda under the arch door.
"I've warned the both of you that El Diablo and Vampiro would learn about your presence at Mateo's debauchery party … And they did!" She scolded her; in a gentler way. "And now, he's mad and I bet his brother Klaus is even in a worse mood than he is!"
"You probably right." Katherine nodded, entering the mansion; while rubbing her hands together to help circulate the blood in her body. "Klaus looked more pissed at Caroline, than Elijah was, and still is at me."
"Lucinda! Katerina!" They heard the yelling coming through the downstairs corridor; making them both startle at the loud order to bring theirs asses in the living room.
"Dios! Lower your voice El Diablo; neither of us are dogs that you can yell at!" She shouted back, tightening the belt of her dressing gown; while rolling her eyes some more. "Men … All the same!"
"He's so damn pissed at me, therefore it's not you who should take the blame, Lucinda." Katherine tried this weak attempt to reassure the Spanish woman; biting nervously into her bottom lip.
The petite woman shrugged, unaffected: "Señorita Katherine, it'll take more than an angry man to have Lucinda Maria Del Carmen running for her life!"
"Katherine, Caroline?" The loud call could be heard through the walls of the mansion. "Are you still alive?" Big Joe finally barged, breathless and unannounced, inside the downstairs living room, after running through the corridor and noticing a glimpse of light under the double French doors; before coming to an abrupt halt and glancing mouth opened at Elijah who was pacing back and forth in front of the foyer. "Boss…mm… you're here?" The chubby man pointed his right hand in direction of the leader; while glancing from the corners of his eyes at Katherine (sitting on the sofa) and Lucinda (standing near the majestic bookshelf) with her arms firmly crossed over her chest.
This scenery … All of this … Did not gave him a good vibe!
"Where else would I be, Big Joe? This is my home!" Elijah replied, dryly; still pacing through the length of the large room. "Or have you lost your mind like everybody else in this house and forgotten that simple fact?"
"Right!" The henchman nodded, nervously sliding the back of his right hand on his jaw line. "You seem to be in an uplifting mood, boss."
The boss was royally pissed! That was certain…
"Don't start with me! Were you "in" with them on this?" Elijah questioned, unwavering; pointing a finger toward his right arm man.
"Of course not, boss!" Big Joe shook his head, repeatedly; redness filling his round face. "I wouldn't have put both girls in such danger."
"Elijah! Would you please leave both Lucinda and Big Joe out of this?" Katherine begged him to do; raising on both of her legs from her sitting position on the sofa. "If you need to yell at someone, yell at me, and Caroline if needed be."
"Talking about Blondie…Where is Caroline?" Big Joe asked; dumbfounded.
"Klaus and she are not here yet." Katherine shook her head; biting her bottom lip in nervousness.
"Fuck! He took the longest road to bring her back home." The chubby man came to the only conclusion. "Dressed like she was, on his bike and with the wind… She'll freeze to death!"
"Oh believe me, Katherine: I'll get back to you, soon enough!" El Diablo snapped back at the brunette. "As for Caroline, my brother driving her back to the mansion on his bike, while being dressed like a "puta" will, perhaps, give her the cold shower she needs to not play with fire like you both did tonight!"
"Stupido…Stupido…Stupido!" Lucinda shook her head, arms crossed in front of her chest; while bubbling bad words in her natal language. "Shouting like a mad man will not erase what has been done tonight, El Diablo; get a grip on yourself!"
"What did you just say and called me, Lucinda?" Elijah scolded his head-maid; narrowing his sight on the petite Spanish woman. "Or is it that you are calling yourself "stupido" for planning this with both of them behind my back and allowing this catastrophic mess to happen? Mm?"
"I'll just …" Big Joe slowly started to retrace his steps to the exit to reach the corridor. "Step out for a few minutes."
Katherine glanced, from the corner of her eyes, at the henchman finding a way out from this "hell" … She would pay a high amount of money at the present moment to do the same!
The Harley Davidson finally came to a halt in a load roar of its engine in front of the majestic mansion. Caroline Forbes will never know how her bare and frozen legs managed to straddle the bike only to stumble her way to reach the concrete stairs before sitting her ass on one of the said stairs, arms wrapped around her shivering body.
Vampiro, aka Klaus Mikaelson straddled his bike himself, his eyes darting darts at the stairs, where she had lowered her damn ass into a sitting position … FUCK THAT STUBBORN WOMAN! FUCK EVERYTHING! But most of all, fuck her childish behavior!
He was still so pissed at her for playing this dangerous game of taking the identity of a whore to try to fool Mateo's entourage. A game with the Spanish cartel that she had not a single idea how to play!
He climbed a few of the concrete stairs, before coming to a halt at a feet of distance of her shivering body; hands placed on each side of his waist. Her white complexion face glancing down at his black biker boots; while her teeth chattered in an uncontrollable way.
"You're home now. What are you waiting for? Go inside!" He lashed out, unhappy; while pointing his left hand toward the entrance door.
"I prefer to finish your job of trying to kill me by making myself freeze to death!" Caroline spat back, angrily. "Therefore, I'll be sitting all night on this stair until my body will give up!" She managed to raise her right shaking hand to point a finger at the said concrete stair; before adding: "It would have been way easier for you to leave me to die the day I was shot."
"Oh for fuck sake!" Klaus bit his bottom lip, until it bled; raising his head to glance at the dark night while inhaling the crisp air inside his lungs to calm himself down. "When I saw you at Mateo's party…You fuck with my head, Caroline; how did you expect me to react? You don't EVER fuck with my head this way!"
"Who me… really? How dare I fuck with the head of the biker king Vampiro?" She mocked him, openly.
"You don't want to push my limits, Caroline." Klaus warned her; growling. "Bring your ass inside…now!" He ordered, unwavering; spinning on himself to climb a few stairs.
"No!" Caroline stubbornly responded, chin rose.
"What did you just say?" He questioned, dryly; halting his steps.
"I've said: "NO"!" She replied, set on her ground to piss him off.
"Fine…You want to play this way?" He retraced his steps (for the second time in a row) to reach her sitting position; undressing himself of his leather jacket before handing it to her. "Cover yourself with my jacket at least, until your childish tantrum will pass and you'll be willing to come inside."
Caroline let a devil smile spread over her red lips, grabbing his leather jacket from his hand; before slowly raising her shaking body on its legs to come face to face with her biker savior: "How considerate of you, Klaus." She finally responded, with a tilt of her head and a grin, before slowly throwing the jacket at her feet to slowly step on top to rub the soles of her high heels on its leather. "I don't want it!" She spat to his face; before pushing it at his feet.
Vampiro whitened over her sudden attack and disrespect; his sight narrowed on his jacket now placed at his feet: "This is very, very immature!"
"Really? Tell me something Klaus: Are we talking more or less immature than you wanting to teach me a lesson by forcing me to ride along, half-naked on your bike in one of the coldest nights?" She questioned, raising her head, and chin in a confrontational manner; closed fists placed on each side of her body.
"You pushed my buttons at Mateo's party, little girl … And you are doing it again!" He spat back, lowering himself down to grab his SKULLS jacket; before placing himself right in her face, a straight finger pointed under her nose. "You had no-fucking idea what you were doing and the danger you were placing yourself in when I saved you from Alexandro!"
"Oh… but I'm sure that my carelessness make you enjoy every second of dry humping me on the wall and having your way with me!" She commented, perniciously.
He swallowed, a guttural growl escaping his throat, before turning his head to the right to breathe. "I did what needed to be done to push Alexandro at a distance and make-believe that you were a whore, Caroline… to save your damn ass!" He responded to her anger; before burying his sight back in the deepness of her eyes. "Don't put your carelessness on my shoulders; as you so brilliantly put it!"
"I always knew deep down that you thought so low of me! For you I'm only a stupid girl from New-York, who wear fashion clothes, paint her nails and shop all day…and who you had the misfortune to save one night and now… the biker boss that you are is stuck with handling my whining and all the stupid things I do! And all of this simply because the only thing Katherine and I only wanted to do, is helping both you and your brother to find a way to end Desperaldo!" She lashed out, tears filling her eyes; poking his bulged chest with a straight finger. "Admit that you never thought I was capable to taking care of myself? Admit it!"
"Did I ever say that? Did I ever said those words to you, Caroline?" He struck, angrily; before grabbing her left forearm to bring her in full contact with his tensed body.
She gasped in surprise, her body warming in hot waves over his existent gaze on her parted lips.
"Nicklaus!" They both startled, hearing the loud call of his full name; before turning their heads to stare at Elijah who stood on top of the stairs, his hands placed on each side of his waist. "We can hear the both of you yelling at each other from the foyer! I know that you are as pissed as me with all that have happened tonight, brother." He added, sighing loudly; before swirling on himself to reach the entrance door. "But…Get a grip on yourself, lower you damn voice, and come inside please? You too Caroline."
Caroline, with her legs glued together, crossed the threshold of the large living room (with Klaus close on her heels); both of her arms wrapped around her body.
"Caroline!" Katherine called her friend' name; raising promptly into a standing position from her sitting one on the sofa. "Are you OK?"
"Never been better!" The tall blonde replied between clenched teeth, while rapidly glancing at her friend; before hurrying her steps to place herself in front of the burning fire, opened palms placed above the flames.
"Dios!" Lucinda exclaimed, in shock at the view of the young woman; before grabbing a cashmere throw blanket placed on one of the leather arm chairs to wrap Caroline in the warmth of the fabric.
"Thank you, Lucinda." The young woman thanked with a nod and shy smile.
"De nada." The Spanish maid replied, nodding herself; before narrowing her sight on Klaus who had walked to reach a large window to forcefully grab both sides of the arch. "Were you trying to kill Señorita Caroline while letting her freeze to death, Vampiro?"
"Yes…There, you said it! You have it all right, Lucinda!" He spat back, angrily. "I was trying to kill her!"
"Nicklaus …Control your anger." Elijah warned in a calmer tone; while rapidly glancing in direction of Katherine who lowered herself down on the sofa.
"I'll calm down, brother," He replied; pacing back and forth. "But, let's put my cards on the table for Lucinda's behalf, because obviously she has figured out my intention. It's true: I am trying to kill Caroline, only a few weeks after saving her damn ass the night of the shootout." He continued his tirade, in a calmer, but more pernicious way. "But, obviously you two," He pointed a straight finger at both Katherine and the head-maid."…are doing a better job than I am by sending her to Mateo's orgy party; while making her meet Alexandro!"
"You've met that cucaracha (cockroach) again?" Lucinda questioned Caroline; losing all the colors on both of her rounded cheeks.
"He … He did not recognized me, Lucinda." The tall blonde responded, shaking her head; while wrapping the blanket tighter around her shivering body. "He thought I was a puta payed to be there."
"What she truly means is that: he did not recognized her on the spot." Klaus rectified her say, dryly. "Because, I did my damn fucking best for that to not happen."
"You are sure that he did not recognized you, Caroline?" Katherine asked her friend; rubbing both of her hands nervously over her lap.
"Yes, I'm sure." She nodded to her friend.
"What happened?" Elijah questioned his brother, with concerns.
Klaus closed his eyes, before stroking his eyelids and sighing loudly: "He came back from the poker room, where I can only presume that you and Katherine were at that specific moment," He added, darting darts in direction of the brunette; who rolled her eyes at him. "And, it was more than obvious to me that he wanted to buy the services of the tall blonde for the night. I had to make-believe that I was making out with Caroline for a few minutes and then argue with him that she was mine to keep for that said night. What else could I have done while hoping and praying that he did not recognized her, Elijah?"
"And he bought that crap from your mouth, Nicklaus? Knowing perfectly well that we are against any kind of prostitution?" Elijah pointed out, in shock.
"Hey? If you had any other bright ideas, brother; maybe you could have shared them with me before that all fucking mess occurred!" Klaus responded, with wide opened arms.
"No, no … I'm sorry." Elijah shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You did what you had to do. The same way I did in the poker room." He added, thinking that his brother was right about it all being a fucking mess!
Caroline glanced in direction of her female friend for a split second, redness filling both of her cheeks. Klaus had called their time together at Mateo's party: Make-believe that he was making out with her … Asshole! Katherine perceived the distress in her friend and returned a shy smile to grant her the courage to hold it together a little bit longer.
"What did I miss?" Big Joe inquired (re-entering the room), holding a plate in his right hand, while taking his siting position, near Katherine, on the sofa.
"The usual… Klaus is being an asshole!" She mumbled between her own clenched teeth, in a low whisper to respond the chubby man.
"Something you want to share with us, Katherine?" Klaus questioned, narrowing his sight on the brunette.
"You have shared more than enough of how stupid we have acted, for the entire night, Klaus!" She spat back.
"Because you were stupid, Katherine!" He lashed out, back at her. "You, Caroline and especially Lucinda…you all were!"
"Estúpido macho!" Lucinda threw the words in the air; rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
"I'm sorry, Lucinda…Did I hear you well? You are the one who is calling me stupid?" Klaus pointed out, the palm of his right hand placed near his ear; taking a few strides to place himself in front of the Spanish woman, who rose her chin in confrontation at him.
"Be glad, Nicklaus; she added "macho" to her insult directed at you." Elijah teased. "I was just: estúpido to her."
"You knew better of that cruel world than throwing those two women in the mouths of those lions!" Klaus spat in her face. "What were you thinking, Lucinda?"
"Señorita Katherine and Señorita Caroline would have gone to Mateo's party with or without my permission. They are both very stubborn and strong minded women." The head-maid responded, dryly; eyes buried in his. "I gave them guidance and helped them be what they needed to be to survive a few hours in this infierno." She added, arms firmly crossed over her chest. "It's more than you're willing to give them both, while refusing to hearing their say and being an estúpido macho!" She finished her tirade under his growl of anger.
They suddenly all turned their heads to stare in direction of Big Joe, at the loud crunch sound of food being chewed.
"I'm sorry… Do I make too much noise?" He wondered, out loud.
"What are you doing?" Klaus asked his right arm man, shrugging.
"What?" The chubby man questioned himself, eyes widely opened; while pushing a piece of salad into his opened mouth. "I was famished, I made myself a sandwich. The only food they served at that stupid party, were those ridiculous small disgusting brownies."
Elijah shook his head; while he and his brother exchanged a rapid glance and unexpected smiles, letting an uncontrollable chuckle escape their lips: "They weren't regular brownies, Big Joe." Klaus shared, grinning at their henchman.
"Fuck me, those brownies were drug; weren't they?" He finally realized; mouth opened. "Of course, they were! Will I be sick or die?"
"How many did you ate?" Elijah questioned; sighing loudly.
"Of those disgusting pieces of shit? I took a single bite and threw it away!" The chubby man responded.
"You'll live!" Klaus responded, while retracing his steps to reach the bay window; both hands and arms raised on the arch.
A heavy silence fell on the room for a few minutes, immersing them in their deep thoughts of anger, resentment and regrets.
"Can I be excused, boss?" Caroline finally found the courage within herself to ask, toneless.
What was she supposed to call him now, after being silenced and thrown under a running train by him: Klaus? Vampiro? Boss would be more lethal, and pernicious …When she thought about it.
"Don't start with me, Caroline." Klaus responded, between clenched teeth; while keeping his sight buried into the dark night.
"It's late. There is no point that we all be talking more about this tonight. You should go upstairs into your respective bedrooms and get a good night of sleep." Elijah finally released the tension.
Lucinda nodded to her boss, before taking a few steps to reach Caroline to wrap her left arm around her waist: "Come with me to the kitchen, Señorita Caroline; I'll boiled some water to make you a hot cup of tea."
"Thank you." Caroline responded, raising her teary eyes at the Spanish woman to grant her a thankful smile.
Katherine waited a few seconds for her friend to leave the living room, before raising on her two legs herself: "You could have showed her compassion, Klaus; instead you treated her like … like she is a piece of crap under the sole of your biker boots!"
Klaus kept his back turned at her sight; his heavy breathing filling his own silence.
"Katherine, please…" Elijah begged of her to stop. "When my brother is acting so irrationally, as strange as it can seem at first look… It's because he cares."
"Don't silence me, Elijah … Keep your large head out of your damn ass and let me finish my sentence for once?" She lashed out, pointing a finger at him.
"Proceed." He responded, sighing loudly; arms crossed over his chest.
"Believe me, I realized a long time ago that in many ways we are, Caroline and I, a heavy weight on both of your shoulders and organization, but the only thing we wanted to do tonight is to help you. And the only thing we got in return is to be treated worse by the both of you than what Desperaldo could have done to the both of us. And that hurts a lot!" She spat to his face; anger filling her thoughts, while tears were filling her eyes. "Simply because, neither of you have realized how grateful we are, and how much we care for the both of you. Why else would we put ourselves in danger this way?" She added, out of breath and with her sight buried in his dark eyes for a few seconds; before shaking her head and rapidly walking out of the room.
Elijah swallowed, slowly raising his head to glance at his brother who had turned around from his standing position near the bay window to stare back at him.
Shit! …. They have messed up … big time!
"Well … Now, I've lost my appetite!" Big Joe commented, whipping his mouth clean; before lowering the plate down on the sofa.
Katherine Pierce' bare feet brushed the thick rug, her naked body filling the penumbra and empty space of the bedroom suite to reach the large dresser; before pulling one of the drawer open to grab a silk nightgown.
After giving El Diablo and Vampiro a piece of her mind, followed by her abrupt take-off from the living room, she had rushed upstairs to lock herself in her bathroom suite; letting herself fall on the marble floor to shout-out her anger from the top of her lungs, before burying her face in her hands to cry.
In Bulgarian you say: любовта е мит …. Which would translate in English into: love is a myth!
Katherine Piece was never the one to believe in fairy-tale involving the sudden apparition of a prince charming on his horse… until that shootout night, when a sexy-as-hell boss-biker had presented himself on his Harley Davidson to save her life.
And against her own beliefs on love and fairy-tale…against all odds…she had fallen head over heels in love with El Diablo.
And that is the moment life will choose to have its own ironic and twisted plan to crash your heart by proving to you, in the most painful way, that the said fairy-tale could in fact happen, but you wouldn't be the princess character in it. Instead you would play the role of a whore, mixed up in the Spanish drugs and prostitution cartel, and your prince would reject you by throwing dollars bills at your feet!
Desperaldo and Alexandro had both destroyed her soul, but El Diablo had made her heart bleed…And though she understood why Elijah had treated her so disrespectfully to play Mateo's sick game of the night; her heart had suffered the consequence.
But, she had made a promise to herself: Katerina Petrova would remain a kick-ass woman. And, this short interlude of pain and loud crying in the bathroom for the head of the Skulls organization, would remain a secret between her bruised heart and herself.
She suddenly froze her movements, holding the silk fabric in her right hand, promptly raising her head while the beats of her heart rose in high speed inside her chest; all her senses in alert when she felt his presence in the suite.
After Katherine departure from the foyer room, El Diablo had locked himself in his office. He had kept the room in the dark, and positioned himself in a standing position in front of the opened terrace doors, a bottle of Whiskey in his right hand. And though his first thought had been to get drunk to forget the entire night, after tasting the first gulps of the strong alcohol he had realized that nothing would lighten his burden, except perhaps a good hot shower and him presenting his sincere apologies to her.
OK…. He had lost it big time! Usually it was more Nicklaus's alley to react in such heretic way; but this time around it has been his turn to lash out so irresponsibly. But in his defense, he had lost it so intensively because he had thought that he could lose her for good.
Therefore, after leaning his forehead on the tiles of the large glass shower to let the hot water relax his tensed muscles; he had dressed himself of a pair of jeans and grey t-shirt before leading his steps to find Katherine.
He abruptly stopped the track of his bare feet that were crossing the length of the bedroom suite at the naked vision of the tall brunette standing with her back turned in front of the dresser; her long brown hair descending in a cascade of curls down on her back; while her bare rounded ass and long silky legs granted him the most beautiful erotic image of her body.
"I'm… I'm so sorry … I … I had no idea you were getting yourself ready for bed." Elijah struggled getting the words out; while raising his right hand to let his fingers nervously brush his bearded jaw and the darkness of his damp hair. "I should have knocked on the door; before entering the room."
She slowly turned on herself to face him, her brown eyes meeting his own dark glance in an intense exchange; the heaviness of her chest raising in rapid movements over her rapid breathing.
The dimmed light of the nightstand lamp had granted his sight the chance to catch glimpse of the rounded valley of her breasts and the trimmed darkness of her Venus mound. "I … I'll …" He stammered some more, pointing toward the bay window. "I'll let you dress yourself of your nightgown in peace, while looking at my security men by the window." He added, hurrying his steps to reach the said window; while turning his back at her and subtly lowering his right hand down over his crotch area to desperately lower his t-shirt down on his sudden erection.
For fuck sake he wasn't a sixteen years old teenager boy anymore that couldn't control his fucking hormones in front of a naked woman! He was El Diablo … The head of the Skulls organization … Known for his strength, reserve and lethal demeanor.
In his defense, since the first time he had laid his eyes on Katerina Petrova, the night he had saved her from her abduction in the hands of Desperaldo' men, she had been able to bring to life his most bestial and sexual urges to the surface.
"It's you bedroom suite, not mine, Elijah. You can come and go as you please." She responded to his say, dryly; while furiously dressing herself of her nightgown. "As for seeing me naked, it's not the first time, isn't it? As I'm sure that I'm not the first women either that you've seen undressed. There were more than plenty naked escorts at Mateo's party."
"It's your bedroom now, Katherine… And you know it" He responded, toneless; keeping an eye on the few men guarding the premises in the garden, while raising both of his hands on the arch of the window. "And yes, I've seen my share of naked women in my days." He added, sighing loudly. "And as for Mateo's party …One stood in the crowd to me."
"Yeah …. I remember her vividly too." She responded, spiteful; raising her chin, while crossing both arms in front of her chest. "Haven't you throw money at her feet like you would have thrown money at a homeless person? I'm sure she felt like she was the Queen of the night!"
Elijah closed his eyes, the sharp blade of her insult entering the flesh of his beating heart. He slowly turned on himself; slowly retracing his steps to stand at a few feet of distance from her standing position, both hands placed on each side of his waist.
"Katherine…Give me a chance, would you? I'm here to apologize to you for my…" He tried to make amends; before being cut abruptly in the middle of his sentence.
"Asshole behavior?" She spat back, head and chin rose.
"I would rephrase it in a more polite way, but…" He conceded her say, with wide opened arms and hands. "If you want to put it this way, fine!"
"Of course you would. Aren't you El Diablo, the refined biker boss who thinks so highly of himself?" She lashed out some more; gesturing in his direction.
"You had no idea the kind of danger you and Caroline could have encountered tonight if my brother and I haven't step into your demented plan to save you both, Katerina." He replied, slyly; his resentment coming back to the surface, while he started to pace back and forth in front of the large bed. "As for throwing money at your feet, I had no other choice but to play their game, or, they would have known, in a split second, that something was up between you and me. You perfectly know by now, how strongly I stand against any kind of prostitution."
"I'll agree that you had no other choice, but …That wasn't a reason to treat me with such disrespect and not listening to my say after we had left the party, Elijah." She tried to make him understand, in full anger. "I would … I don't know, I would have died for you and your organization if it had meant that Desperaldo would finally be behind bars!"
"That wasn't your place to make that decision!" He yelled back at her. "For God sake, Katherine… The night I saved you from you abduction; you became my responsibility!" He punched his chest with his closed fists. "You became the woman that I needed to protect at all cost. Not the other way around!" He stipulated; while taking a strong stand on his beliefs.
"Why not? Because you're the mighty El Diablo and you never need help?" She yelled back; stomping both of her feet on the rug.
He breathed heavily, his sight never leaving her: "You know better, woman. I thought," He paused; closing his eyes for a few seconds. "I thought you knew what kind of man I truly was behind the facade of El Diablo." He expressed his deep feelings. "When I saw a glimpse of you in that poker room, and knew that Alexandro was present as well … I thought I would lose you for good."
She startled at his say, replying with her voice cracking over the mixed emotions: "And I thought you knew me better as well." She pointed a finger at her chest. "I thought you had figured out that I wasn't a porcelain doll to start with."
"I know who you are, Katerina Petrova; I knew, the first time our eyes met." He replied, unwavering. "I know that your childhood wasn't an easy one. I know that you have built those walls around yourself to not get hurt. I know that behind this kick-ass woman act; you're hiding a pure and sensible heart."
She rose her right hand to brush the tears that have started to fell down her cheeks at his say: "And yet, you hurt more than anyone else in my entire life!"
They kept staring at each other, his own vision blurring by the single tears filling his eyes, his bulged chest raising rapidly over his rapid intake of air inside his lungs. He reached the hem of his grey t-shirt to promptly raise the fabric over his muscular arms and head; only to throw it on the rug.
"What … What are you doing?" She questioned, stammering and panting heavily; her right shaking hand raising over her chest and beating heart.
He took a step forward to place himself at a near inch of her standing position, slowly kneeling in front of her; before raising both of his arms to place his hands on each side of her waist, gently pushing his forehead over her belly.
"Please, forgive me … Katerina." He begged of her, in an almost unperceived whisper.
"Elijah…" She moaned his name, her eyes closing over the intense emotion; while her right hand dropped to caress his thick dark hair.
They remained in this unusual embrace for a few minutes, with their rapid heartbeats filling the time and the empty space of the room; before she could feel both of his hands slowly raising the silk fabric of her nightgown to raise it up her mid-section to allow him to slide his lips on her skin.
"Oh!" She gasped the sound, tightening her grip on his hair; while raising on her tip toes to arch her back to raise her hips, granting his head and lips a better access between her legs.
Why was she allowing this to happen? She questioned herself, tremors of anticipation and goosebumps crossing the small of her back to reach her core and legs the moment his lips met her wetness and most private parts. Why? Easy, she couldn't forbid "them" to happen anymore! She had denied this … them to happen for so long that she couldn't continue to forbid herself to have what her heart had wanted for so long.
She moaned, cries escaping her parted lips when the pressure of his lips and teeth started to build a wave of contractions inside her core. She vaguely heard him whisper her name and growl his pleasure; before feeling a wind of coldness hitting her entire body when he unexpectedly rose back on his legs to take a few steps backward toward the bed.
Katherine slowly reopened her eyes, only to bury her sight in his burning gaze, which he kept intensely on her. He grabbed his leather belt to open the buckle; before lowering the zipper and lowering his jeans down on his leg.
Fuck …. He went full commando on her!
He threw his pair of jeans on the rug, lowering his left hand down on his erection to gently rub himself; before taking a sitting position on the mattress, at the foot of the bed.
Fuck… Obviously, not only the legend El Diablo was bigger than life!
"Come Katerina," He invited her to join him; raising his right hand at her. "It's time."
Fuck…Fuck … Fuck …What was she supposed to do now?
Her shaken legs and bruised heart decided for her, the soles of her feet brushing the rug; before she could grab his hand and straddle his thighs and pelvic; while taking support with the help of her hands placed over his shoulders.
"You drive me crazy with desire for you, woman." He whispered, out of breath; while sliding his hands down on her waist; before grabbing her butt to raise her over his pelvic area to slowly position his erection at her entrance.
"Oh God!" She moaned, loudly; while feeling the length of him slowly filling her.
"A little more, sweet thing." He begged of her to accommodate his shaft; while setting himself entirely inside of her walls. "Look at me?" He asked, gently grabbing the back of her neck; before seeing her eyelids slowly open to stare back at his dark eyes. "Do you know how long I've waited to be this close to you, woman?"
Katherine nodded; slowing undulating her hips to signal him that her body had accustom itself to his presence; before whispering back at him: "Yes… because it has been the same…long…and unbearable time for me."
She heard him growl and swear under his breath, while grabbing more forcefully each side of her hips to start thrusting more vigorously inside of her; before feeling the thin straps of her nightgown fall down on the lengths of her arms, and his lips reaching her breasts to bite full teeth into her nipples.
"Elijah…" She cried his name, the moment the first waves of her orgasm came to her; feeling the warmth of his own release filling her inside.
They had both laid their heads on the large silk pillows, their legs interlaced, blissful smiles plastered on their lips.
"Now would be the time to admit that I'm the best man and best thing you've ever experienced in your entire life, Katerina." Elijah teased, crooking his smile a little more; while letting his left hand followed the delicious curves of her body. "All the others were mere disappointment before me."
"Mm…" She shrugged, nonchalantly; preparing her teasing reply: "For an old man, you're not that bad… I grant you that much."
The head of the Skulls narrowed his sight on her, before unexpectedly slapping the bottom right cheek of her butt.
"Hey! That hurts." Katherine exclaimed, outraged by the rudeness of his hand; while rubbing her red skin.
"Watch your manners, woman!" He warned, falsely threatening. "Or things could get way rougher in the next minute."
"I wouldn't promise such things if I were you. Especially things that you couldn't, perhaps, deliver, El Diablo. After all, I wouldn't want to exhaust you, or make you lose your well-known reserve attitude." She pointed blankly, a large grin spreading on her full lips; before crying in pain when his hand hit for the second time. "What the fuck, Elijah?" She lashed out; a deeper shade of red spreading on her skin.
"Well….This could get fun real fast; would you say?" He winked back while forcefully grabbing her waist to pull her body in his arms; before lowering his lips down the right side of her neck to nibble on her skin.
"I won't be able to sit tomorrow, if you continue to hit me this way!" She scolded him.
"Mm… The mere joy of marking my territory and what is mine." He replied, with an guttural growl escaping his throat.
"Fine! Even if I do admit to your say of being the best I ever had. That would only inflate your over-sized ego, make you more pretentious; and wouldn't change the single fact that I will not admit of being yours!" She replied, as points of actual facts; rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
"Oh, but you will … one day, Katerina Petrova." El Diablo rose his head to bury his sight in her brown eyes. "And that will be most delightful admission to hear for your lips." He added; while slowly sliding his fingers up between her thighs.
"Neither will the multiple orgasms you have the pretension to grant me!" She grab his wrist, to hold his hand immobile.
Lord should have mercy on her soul and body… but mostly her heart for falling even deeper in love with this man!
"Well, you can very well dispute a man for trying, can you, Katerina?" He chuckled, perniciously; while gently pushing her hand away to reprise his sensual ministrations, his head falling down between her breasts.
"What if Lucinda comes to see how I'm feeling?" She questioned, worryingly.
"After what she pulled through today, and my remonstrance addressed to her tonight?" He questioned, raising his bearded face and tangled dark hair to stare back into her eyes. "Highly doubtful she'll show her face to me in the next hours, or days!"
"Stop putting your anger on her, Elijah. She was anything but helpful to both me and Caroline." She took her defense. "If it wasn't for Lucinda, we wouldn't have infiltrate Mateo's party so easily."
"Perhaps!" Elijah sighed loudly; rolling his eyes himself. "But that Spanish furry has wreak havoc on the Mikaelson family for long enough! It was more than time for her to have a taste of her own medicine." He added, rolling his body to let his head fall back on his own pillow. "At one point in the past, after one of her many tirades, Nicklaus and I we were taking the staff service stairs to avoid bumping into her for an entire month. And that even if we love her dearly. Lucinda is a tornado mixed with the power of a hurricane all by herself. For this one single time that we have an upper hand over her; we won't let go of that power."
"Mikaelson?" She questioned, surprised; and with a smile still spreading on her lips over his comments on the Spanish head-maid, that she couldn't for the life of her dispute.
"Yeah … Elijah Mikaelson for your utmost pleasure, Katerina Petrova." He nodded, in all truthfulness; before grabbing her right hand to bless her palm of a kiss. "Keep it to yourself, please?"
"I will… and…I like it." She replied; addressing a shy smile back at him. "Your real name has the same power resonance to it than El Diablo."
"Good … Because, Elijah Mikaelson is about to show you, one more time, that your "his"!" He softly threatened; before rolling his muscular body back on hers to crash his lips on her parted ones.
And, deep down in her heart, she knew that he was right…
"Cold as ice" … Wasn't it the well-known say when the said "cold" wasn't reaching out our soul anymore?
The tall blonde stood bare legs and feet, dressed of a long oversized rock-n-roll band t-shirt on the balcony of Klaus's suite. It was kind of ironic how the cold night that had broken her into pieces an hour ago, while making her teeth shatter, was triggering the opposite effect at the present time. Granted the cup of tea that Lucinda had prepared for her, followed by the hot shower that she had taken to warm herself up, have managed to reawaken her bloodstream back to life.
Caroline lowered her sight down at the large garden and pool area, locating a few of the Skulls men that were guarding the premises on their night shift while lightening a few cigarettes and raising their heads, from time to time, to keep a close eye on her. She nodded at one of them while holding the guardrail with both hands, before receiving a respectful nod and a smile in return.
She had grown accustomed to his kind of life; while feeling at ease in the middle of their organization and all these bikers. Even more frightening to Caroline and her heart: She had grown accustomed to Klaus Mikaelson!
That is why his macho attitude had hurt her so damn much tonight. Not that the cold attitude of Elijah had been way better, but at least he had kept his usual polite and reserve personality, while Klaus had treated her like the stupidest blonde bimbo on the face of the planet earth!
But, if she was truly truthful with herself, what had hurt her the most was his own say, in regard of their make-out session at Mateo's party that had meant nothing to him, and was set essentially to create a diversion. No wonder her heart had transformed itself into an ice cube!
She wasn't stupid nor wearing pink colored glasses … She knew it was a setup from the start; he had warned her that it was. But, when he had started kissing her so passionately, while undressing her so savagely, it was like the exterior cartel world had disappeared. She wasn't Caroline Forbes anymore, she was Crystal the escort. And frankly, at that moment he could have fucked her for her dear life on that wall in front of everybody present, and she couldn't have cared less… That is how much he had awaken something bestial and sexual in her. And that is why she was so damn mad at herself at the moment, for believing a fairy-tale that wasn't the reality.
She startled slightly, feeling his aura and presence behind her back; before slowly turning her head to glance at him, who was standing over the threshold of the French doors terrace.
Obviously, by the look of his damped curly hair, and change of clothes into a dark pair of jeans and a white t-shirt; he had taken a shower just like her.
He nodded before burying his sight in hers, a timid smile spreading on his full lips. She disregard his attempt at reconnecting, turning her head and sight back at the night into the garden, her chin rose in a reserve attitude.
After the way he had treated her tonight; Klaus, Vampiro …Whomever he was, could go to hell for all she cared!
Klaus cleared his throat with a discreet cough, swallowing down his pride and earlier burst of rage to make amend to his female protégé. He took a few steps forward, reaching the guardrail himself to glance at his men securing the garden.
Though the night had remained cold, the wind had stopped and it was more bearable to breathe the fresh air outside. But that didn't mean he couldn't feel, from a meter – give or take – of distance (from Caroline's standing position), the heat emerging from her raging self and tensed body.
"Mm… Maybe you should stay inside; it's quite chilly in here, Pippy… You,"" He coughed once more, uncomfortable; sliding his sight on the length of her bare long legs and feet. "I mean…You could get cold."
"Really?" She snapped back; tilting her head to the right. "Getting cold? You think I could get cold more than on a motorcycle at full speed with the wind breaking me in half?"
Yap … She was pissed at him alright! And with fucking good reasons if he was honest with himself. He had lost it earlier; not being able to lower his attack or calm his rage. But, was he all to blame? His rage was coming from a good place, a place of caring deeply for her.
"I deserved that." He admitted, hands placed on each side of his waist; sight locked into the night.
"Are you talking about my indifference or my rage when it comes to you?" She asked; perniciously; turning her head to glance at him. "Which one do I truly feel, Vampiro? I can reassure you that I'm completely indifferent when it comes to you."
He shook his head, a grin spreading on his full lips; before turning his own head to bury his sight in hers. "We both know that you are not indifferent when it comes to me, Caroline."
She brook a heavy sigh out of her chest, redness filling her cheeks; before turning her head and sight back at the garden.
Busted! She was certainly not indifferent to his presence, like she was proclaiming to be.
"I … I'm sorry." He finally admitted, in a low whisper. "I completely lost it."
"Which part?" She questioned, chin rose.
"What do you mean?" He frowned, questioning.
"I mean …Which part are you sorry for?" Caroline rephrased it. "Is it snapping at me…or … letting me freeze to death on your motorcycle…or," She turned her head to stare directly into his eyes. "Is it being forced to make-out with me at Mateo's party?"
"No one can force me to do anything, Caroline." Klaus responded, tilting his own head; while narrowing his sight on her … It was now obvious to him that she was upset way more about that lie she had told herself of him not wanting her, than anything else. "And to answer your question, I'm sorry for snapping at you and hurting your feelings the way I did, and for forcing you to ride along with me on my motorcycle on this cold night. But, I am certainly not sorry for making out with you at Mateo's party. The only thing I do regret though, is that we were in opened sight and we weren't alone."
She startled at his say, her breathing picking up; before promptly turning her head back to the garden to avoid looking at him.
"It enrages me that it always needs to be your way, Klaus! It enrages me even more that you always think that you know everything better and don't let anyone tell you otherwise or help you!" She suddenly busted, angrily.
"Because, I know better than you in regards of the Cartel, Caroline!" He snapped back. "I've run this organization for years now. I know how lethal and perverse this world truly is."
"And you believe that there is no way in hell that I could have helped you?" She questioned, dryly. "That I wasn't able to gather important information on Desperaldo."
"I didn't say that," He replied, sighing loudly. "But it wasn't your place to be there tonight."
"What does it matter to you anyway?" She questioned, shrugging.
"Because I fucking care about you, Caroline!" He lashed out, shouting the truth. "And I don't want anything bad to happen to you. For what other reasons would I… Never mind!" He waved his right hand in a dismissive gesture.
He finally glanced in her direction, noticing that she had closed her eyes at his admission; her chest raising rapidly up and down under her heavy breathing.
Klaus rose his head at the moon, inhaling the cold crisp air inside his lungs, before swirling on himself to take a sitting position in a lounge chair placed in front of the opened French doors.
They remained silent for a few minutes, before he would break the said silence with one single question that shook the ground under her feet: "When will you drop the act and finally let me fuck you?"
"What did you just ask me?" She questioned, in shock and out of breath.
"You heard me loud and clear, Caroline." He responded, rubbing his hands together; before raising his sight in hers.
"Perhaps but … but, I won't dignify your… this with an answer!" She replied, nervously; before wrapping her arms around herself.
"Why not? Isn't it what we both desperately want?" He responded, shrugging. "You were willing to put yourself in danger at Mateo's debauchery party for my behalf; but you're too much of a coward to face the damn truth about us, Caroline."
"You…. You don't know what… what you're talking about, Klaus." She stammered, biting into her bottom lip to stop her uncontrollable tremors…And this time around it wasn't because of the cold!
"I perfectly know what I'm talking about," He responded, unwavering; before pointing toward the opened French doors. "I want to fuck you hard in my damn bed for hours, Caroline. I wanted to fuck you the first damn time our eyes met!"
She gasped for air at his admission, swirling on herself to face him and stare into his grayish eyes to, once in for all, read the truth in them.
"The question is … Are you ready to drop the act and admit that you want the same as I do?" He asked, bluntly.
They stared at each other for a few additional minutes; Caroline being the first who broke the spell by lowering her head and slowly passing by his sitting position to reach the French doors to go back inside the bedroom suite.
"I guess not." Klaus whispered to himself, shaking his head slightly; before joining his hands together to calm himself down after making a fool of himself by admitting what he truly wanted.
The biker king is dead, long live …. The asshole who thought that he could fuck Caroline Forbes for a night… and, who got suddenly kicked to the curve and out of her life for good!
Klaus crossed the threshold of the French doors terrace, closing them behind his back; before taking a few steps inside the penumbra of his own bedroom suite to walk out of the room and let her be. She had probably locked herself in the bathroom suite, in hope that he would leave quietly and let her have a good night sleep, after his unforgivable behavior tonight.
He walked in front of the large bed, before hearing his name being softly called: "Klaus…"
Vampiro held his pace, surprised to hear her voice calling him, before slowly rose his head only to notice that she was standing on the right side of the bed, the soft light of the nightstand lamp illuminating her long blonde curled hair and bare long silky legs. She was naked, but kept (strategically placed in front of her naked body) the fabric of the oversized t-shirt that she was wearing on the terrace.
She locked her sight with his grayish eyes, her chest raising up and down over the sudden growing pace of her heartbeats.
"I … I was… I was just leaving," He managed to inform her, stammering through his first words nervously; while pointing toward the sitting area that lead to the exit of the bedroom suite; his sight sliding on the length of her one more time. "It's very late…I'll get out of your way and let you sleep."
Damn! She was a fucking erotic vision…His mind thought, heart agreed and dick jumped underneath his belt in a salute of approval. He had no idea she was the type that slept (from time to time) naked, and would have thought otherwise for many obvious reasons of her own personality, but apparently… He nodded one more time in her direction, before taking an addition step forward, holding his strides one more time at her reply.
"I … I'm ready." She whispered, biting into her bottom lip to calm her nervousness.
He slowly turned his head to stare into her eyes: "I'm not sure I understand what you mean?"
She closed her eyes to regain her calm, inhaling deep breaths of air inside her lungs. Obviously the sight of him was disturbing, and also perhaps, disgusting her grandly?
"You're shaking like a leaf … You're cold again." He noticed; mostly mad at himself for putting her in that state.
"No," Caroline shook her head, multiple times; before reopening her eyes to meet his stare. "I'm not cold, this time. I'm … I'm nervous, excited, scared, but mostly … aroused."
"Aroused?" Klaus arched an eyebrow, surprised by her admission; while slowly swirling on himself to face her from a few feet of distance.
"I …I want you …too." She managed to articulate her sexual thoughts; slowly dropping the t-shirt at her feet to stand naked in front of his fiery sight.
"Caroline…" He whispered her name, brushing her perky breasts of a glance; his bulged chest raising up and down over his sudden heavy breathing. "Fuck woman … Do you have any idea the effect you have on me?" He questioned, the soles of his boots brushing the fibers of the rug underneath his feet to slowly approach her.
She lowered her head before shaking it in negation, while biting into her red bottom lip: "I … I don't know the effect I have on you, Klaus…. Because, I'm just me and you … You are you… bigger than life biker boss."
He gently grabbed her chin to raise her head and bury his sight in hers: "You're just you? Fuck that is so not true! You make… My stomach twist in knots, as for my heart… It is beating so fast inside my chest that I'll probably get a heart attack; and as for my dick is so hard at the moment that the poor thing is probably on the verge of breaking."
"I doubt that." She commented, with a shy smile; redness filling her cheeks.
"Well, you never know." He let a crooked-smile spread on his full lips; before slowly lowering the tips of his fingers down her bare arms under her gasp of surprise.
"It's … It's because I look like Crystal. She aroused you earlier." She shared her thoughts; shamefully. "It … It has nothing to do with the real me. It has nothing to do with Caroline Forbes."
"Oh Caroline… love, don't you know by now?" He let a chuckle escape his parted lips; sliding both hands on her breasts to caress their soft roundness; before lowering his head and lips near her right ear to gently bite her earlobe while gently stroking her nipples with his thumbs under her short intake of breaths. "Caroline Forbes, Pippi Longstocking … or Crystal … it makes no difference to me; because…you are all of those women in one." He added; before lowering his lips down her neck to nibble the soft skin of her neck.
"Klaus…" She moaned his name, both of her hands sliding from the firm grip on his hair, to the base of his neck, down his torso, to finally pull on the fabric of his t-shirt to help him raise it above his head; before letting the fabric drop near her own piece of clothing on the carpet.
"Touch me, Caroline…Please, I need you to touch me." He begged her to do, breathless; grabbing both of her wrists to place her hands over the silky skin and tensed muscles of his chest.
She slowly rose her head to bury her blurred sight in his, with her fingers tracing circles all over his chest; before so subtly grabbing the buckle of his leather belt to pull it out of the loops of his jeans; her hands brushing his erection before pushing down his jeans to free it.
He growled, loudly, in intense response of his pleasure over her sexual ministrations, sliding both hands on each side of her waist to push her toward the wall placed behind their backs; before grabbing two hands full of her rounded ass to raise her body over the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"Oh God!" She muttered, eyes closed; before his lips would finally crash on her parted ones, to taste her deeply, their tongues interlacing as they were in their earlier dance.
"Oh Caroline…. How could you have thought that I've played you earlier? I never wanted a woman more in my entire life." He whispered, mostly to himself; lowering his head down to bite full teeth into her erected nipples. "I'm … I'm so sorry, love; I don't think I can't wait anymore."
"Klaus … Please…" She begged him; rolling down her hips over his pelvic to position her wet entrance.
He let a guttural growl escape his throat and lips, raising his hips to position the head of his erection to grant them both their wish by filling her engorged and slick walls with a single powerful thrust.
She let a small cry of pain and surprise escape her parted lips at the large and powerful intrusion, surprised by the way that man was filling the most private part of herself in such a perfect spiritual and sexual way. He held still for a few seconds, his head buried in the crook of her left shoulder, to grant her the chance to accustom herself to his length and largeness; before slowly starting to thrust back into her, triggering the start of intense contractions inside her core.
"Love…. Are you O.K.?" Klaus inquired, worryingly; raising his head to search the truth in her eyes.
She rose her head, to bury her sight in his; a blissful smile raising over her red lips: "Yes… I'm more than O.K." She responded, tracing the line of his jaw with the tips of her fingers.
He smiled back at her, before carrying her to the nearby gigantic bed to place her underneath him in a lying position, their hips never parting ways, with her legs wrapped tightly around him: "Ready to take-off, Caroline Forbes?" He teased, placing both of her arms above her head; before reprising the waves of pleasure of his slow thrusts.
"If it means in your arms…Yes!" She replied, gasping; while her hips followed his, now, faster pace; the first waves of an intense orgasm building inside of her core.
Caroline Forbes laid naked (on her stomach) over the opened sheet, her back turned at her lover, her head placed on the pillow: "I didn't know it could be like "this" between a man and a woman." She closed her eyes, a moan escaping her lips when she felt his lips down her back and his left hand tracing the curves of her bottom cheeks.
"That is because the man you were with was a fucking dick, treated you like trash and never respected you, or your fair value as a woman." Klaus responded, biting softly into her left shoulder. "After me … After us and this, can you say: Tyler who?" He added, chuckling.
She turned her head to stare into his the deepness of his eyes: "Technically, he is still my boyfriend."
"Oh no…He's not!" Klaus grinned, shaking his head in firm negation. "You're mine now."
"You're very territorial. I belong to myself." Caroline replied, raising her chin at his say.
"And you belong to me as well!" He added, unwavering; before grabbing her chin to kiss her lips.
"If I listen to your say: I found a prince camouflaged in a biker boss?" She counterattacked his say; teasingly.
"It sounds like the truth to me," He responded, winking. "It appears you have good taste after all, Pippi."
"Maybe…" She responded, grinning; before softly kissing the scar on his right cheek.
He startled, uncomfortable for a second: "Thank you for accepting all of me."
"The honest truth is that your scar never bothered me, Klaus." She whispered; truthfully. "And it will, most likely, make your ego larger than it already is if I add that it makes you sexier."
"Most likely…" He replied, grinning; before lowering his head down and slowly losing his smile. "Caroline…I'm… I'm truly sorry for the way I behaved tonight. Believe me when I say that it came from a good place: I only had your safety in mind."
"You were an ass!" She spat back; rolling her eyes.
"Yes … but, an ass that only had your safety in mind." He excused himself, pouting adorably. "I care for you Pippi." He added, tracing small circles on the small of her back. "If it wasn't already more than obvious. I react this way when I truly care about someone."
"I care for you too." She replied; smiling shyly. "And to think that I don't even know the family name of the man I just gave myself to." She shook her head, grinning.
"Mikaelson…" He unexpectedly shared.
"What?" She exclaimed, mouth opened; and highly surprised by his sudden openness.
"Nicklaus Mikaelson." He presented himself to her, for the first time.
"It sounds like royalty." Caroline commented, eyes now widely opened.
"Well… If you truly think about it; I'm kind of the King of a bikers' organization." He teased, shrugging.
"That is not what I meant!" She rolled her eyes at him.
"I know." He chuckled; before grabbing her waist to gently turn her body on her back. "Now, where were we?" He questioned, sliding his muscular body on top of her to lower his head down into the right side of her neck.
"Again?" She exclaimed, in surprise. "I'm kind of … sensible and sore."
"You thought I was done for the night while having you naked in my bed, Caroline Forbes?" Klaus replied, raising his head to stare into her eyes; astonishment plastered on his face.
"Well … I…" She stammered; nervously; redness filling both of her cheeks.
"Shush!" He placed a finger over her parted lips; before lowering his head to whisper near her ear. "That was just the appetizer, when I'll be done with you, you won't' be able to sit." He threatened her in the most sensual and erotic way, a large grin spreading on his full lips; before growling and lowering his head down on the valley of her breasts to place butterflies kisses on her belly. "I'm kind of famished now, Caroline; and I want to taste the main course." He added, slowly parting her legs.
She rose her hips to him, closing her eyes and lowering her hands to grab his soft curls to lower his head down on her most sensitive organ at the moment; a moan escaping her throat and a blissful smile blessing her lips.
Alexandro stepped out of his luxury sport car, leading his steps to climb the concrete stairs of his boss' mansion. He nodded at the two guards (who were carrying their load of weapons on their chests and waists) posted in the front of the majestic house, before pushing the heavy entrance door to hit the heels of his boots on the entrance corridor marble floor.
The shock that had infiltrated his veins was still boiling his blood stream in hot lava of rage after realizing that the blonde escort who Vampiro was making out with at Mateo's little soiree, was none other than Caroline Forbes!
Since that mere moment of realization, he had driven his sport car at full speed into the night, swearing bad words in both English and Spanish and hitting his steering wheel of his closed fists in repetition to scold himself for his idiotic behavior, while promising himself that they would soon pay for treating him like an idiot.
And though his dick had responded to her flirting ways in an urgent need to fuck her, something about the encounter with this particular puta had rang strange to his ears and mind, like a déjà vu. But, if he was honest with himself, the American girl looked unrecognizable in her prostitute velvet black dress, and red lipstick, in comparison to her goody-two shoes look in Mexico when he had abducted the blonde chick with her female friend, the sexy Katerina Petrova.
Alexandro finally turned a corner, only to push opened two French doors to enter the parlor room where only the yellow glow of a few candles and the red burning lights of a fire illuminated the large room. He nodded in respect to the man sitting in a leather armchair in front of the fire, before accepting his hand to bless it of a kiss.
"El Escorpion" He greeted, politely; without noticing the woman sitting in the shadow, on the other side of the said fire.
"Alexandro … I thought you would be back at an earlier time?" Desperaldo rose his chin at his first hand man; while questioning him. "I hope my message was delivered to El Diablo?"
"Yes, your message was delivered to him." Alexandro nodded, crossing both hands in front of his chest. "Excuse-me for my late arrival. I was forced to drive for hours in hope to lower my rage when I realized that one of the putas present at Mateo's soiree was in fact Caroline Forbes."
"Are you telling me they brought both Caroline Forbes and Katerina Petrova to serve as putas to Mateo's party?" Desperaldo strengthened his body on his chair; his sight narrowing on Alexandro.
"I don't know … I couldn't say what this was all about, it makes no sense to me!" The man responded, pacing back and forth; while brushing his curly dark hair of his right palm. "It's only when I left Mateo's mansion that I realized that I knew that woman disguised as a puta, and put two and two together."
"You see my dear," Desperaldo commented, with a devil smile spreading on his lips. "It was a good thing that you have taken the time to drive to my casa and meet with me tonight. Obviously, neither El Diablo nor Vampiro can't be trusted in our worldwide organization."
"Obviously." The brunette nodded, smiling; before slowly raising her glass of Bourbon to her lips.
Alexandro finally glanced in direction of the woman, sliding his sight on the length of her. She was a beauty that was certain, dressed of a low cut neckline body con dress and silver high heels which could only mean she was here not only to talk business with his boss but also to seduce him, like a black widow spider would.
"Alexandro, my friend and first commander …. Please meet Hayley Marshall." Desperaldo presented the young woman to him.
"Pleasured I'm sure?" The brunette responded, smiling seductively; before raising her right hand to him.
He had been right about his first impression of this unexpected female guest…
A black widow spider she truly was, indeed!