Fixing my eyes outside, I was mesmerized by the number of trees surrounding the area. From a bird's-eye view, one can really appreciate the beauty of mother nature. Trevor was busy informing his family about the incident, and no matter how I try to keep my composure, I am still anxious.
It's the Black Triad. No doubt about it. Last night, Trevor and I had a long talk about the new organization that has been causing a ruckus in the underground.
"We're still finding out the mastermind behind this, but Black Triad made its presence known three years ago, by targeting carriers and selling them on those inhumane research laboratories," Trevor said with gritted teeth, his eyes fuming with anger.
"Carriers?"
Trevor nodded. "Carriers are blessed male individuals who have the capacity to get pregnant. They only consist a percent of the population, and because of their rarity, they attracted opportunists and research freaks."
That was an eye-opener. I did not expect that there's a small number of males out there who can get pregnant. "How did it happen?" I asked with a creased forehead, and Trevor sighed.
"Little information has been written about the carriers. This is to avoid unwanted attention, but at the same time, is the reason why several of them dies."
My heart dropped at that and my throat constricted. "W-What do you mean by that?"
A raw emotion flashed in his eyes. "Pregnancy is very risky for carriers, babe. There are cases where we can make it on time and save them, but most of the time, they don't make it."
"Can you explain further, Trev? I'm confused." He said that he helps the carriers, which means that he has experience in the medical field.
"I'm a licensed surgeon, babe. Didn't I mention that?" He added with a soft chuckle after hearing my sharp gasp.
"What don't you do?" He's a mafia boss, a MasterChef-- at least I think he is because he cooks so well-- and a doctor at that.
"It must have slipped off my mind. Going back, I have been haunting a particular laboratory since I was 23; the Arshir Laboratory. They're very slippery, and we can't seem to find their main base," Trevor added frustratedly and brushed his hair back. His tensed shoulder and clenched jaw indicate how frustrated he is.
"Is this what Julian meant when he said that the family is using the illegal activities as a cover? Because if the enemies find out that you're haunting them, it would be hard to capture them."
Trevor nodded. "That's correct. This directive started when grandfather's confidante, Rupert Salvatore, was killed for being a carrier."
"Oh no. How could they do that?" I don't know this man, but being robbed of his life for being a carrier? That's brutal and unforgivable.
"That's the reason grandfather founded Il Protettore, a secret organization aimed at protecting carriers all over the world. For now, we have to incapacitate the Black Triad and suppress its growing influence. What's wrong, babe?" Trevor asked when he noticed how uncomfortable I became.
A little fidgety, I swallowed hard and gathered my courage. "Trev?"
"What is it, Jesse?" He reached for my hand for a gentle squeeze, and I can feel my nervous heart calming down.
"My parents... I think they're associated with the Black Triad." I closed my eyes shut, unable to witness his reaction. A cold silence blanketed the entire library.
"What?" Trevor lets go of my hand, and a sharp pang crossed my chest. Before I could misunderstand, Trevor stood up and pulled me in for a tight embrace. "Are you okay? How are you feeling?"
The unshed tears burned my eyes until they overflowed and ran on my cheeks. "I'm... okay. It was just a shock at first, but I don't really care. Well, if they're hurting people, I do care," I added with a sniff, and Trevor rubbed my back for comfort.
"I also have a confession to make." I blinked away my tears and faced him, his expression unreadable. "Your parents... I held them captive. They hurt you so much, and I can't bear the fact that they're free to hurt you more whenever they feel like it."
"Okay."
Trevor frowned. "That's it?"
I hummed and reached for my drink. "That's it. Wait, do you expect me to get mad?" His perplexed expression answered my question. "I don't want to be a hypocrite, because I honestly prayed that they'll have a taste of what hell feels like. I don't care if they call me an ungrateful bitch, but I won't lift a finger for them. You want to know why?"
Trevor blinked and breathlessly nodded. I took a sip of my drink first before I answered. "They are not my biological parents. I'm adopted, Trevor."
His shocked expression mirrored mine when I found out about it a couple of months ago. It was a few weeks after I heard batches of insults from my mother. A good parent will not treat you like trash, and because the university has complete amenities, I was able to ask an acquaintance to conduct a DNA test.
After a few hours of waiting, I finally had the results in my hand. With trembling fingers, I was gripping on a piece of paper that could finally free me from that hellhole. Sending my thanks, I ran to the back of the stadium and my feet brought me into the quiet, open field. The cheers and the sound of the players were automatically tuned out.
I stared at the closed envelope in between my fingers. If the results turned out to be positive, then I have a fucked-up life. If it's the opposite, then I don't even know how to react. Did they adopt me just for their twisted pleasure? Just so they could spread their twisted beliefs, and use me to make an example to the community?
Rage. So much rage is gradually consuming me. I am so angry at my parents for abusing me, and I loathe the community that let such abuse go on. It was a difficult place to be in. Before the paper gets crushed, I willed myself to calm down. Staring heavenward, I let the calm blue sky wash over me.
Oddly enough, once I got my senses stable, all that's left was this unexplainable calmness. My fingers were not trembling anymore. When I finally saw the result, I was utterly betrayed, but grateful.
"Thank goodness," I breathed out and my tensed-up posture relaxed. I'm not sure what my tears were supposed for: betrayal, or relief? "They're not my fucking parents, and I let them abuse me. They ingrained in my mind that I should be thankful for everything they did when it was their responsibility for adopting me anyways."
Why did they adopt me? That unanswered question keeps coming back. I need to find out. I was snapped back to reality when Trevor stroked my cheek to wipe away the tears.
"I will get them back for what they did to you, baby," Trevor promised, his dark expression telling me that he will do everything for me. "I'll make sure to get a lead about your parents. I have a friend who's very skillful in terms of interrogation. You'll meet him tomorrow, but for now, is there something you wanted to do?" Trevor pulled me into his chest and gently stroked my hair.
"We can binge-watch Modern Family or anything you want to do. I'm in," he added, trying to comfort me as much as possible.
Then, an idea popped into my mind. "We still have the pole, right?" I leaned back and Trevor eyed me curiously.
"I gave a gut feeling that whatever my answer is, I'm doomed either way, so... yes, it's still here. I had it moved earlier in the guest room. Jin will get it back tomorrow."
I arched my brow. "He borrowed it?"
Trevor chuckled and nodded. "Don't worry, it was still brand new. It's from one of his friends."
"I don't want to ask," I concluded and Trevor snickered.
"Despite his unfiltered mouth, that guy is very secretive. Anyways, you want to pole dance again, babe?"
"I don't like the way you look at me, pervert," I accused him with a glare, but Trevor just shrugged his shoulders and blinked innocently. "I just want to confirm if I'm really good at pole dancing. I watched some videos way back, but I had no chance to try it out," I explained and looked at Trevor whose eyes had a naughty glint to them.
Trevor stood up and reached for my hand. "What are you waiting for, babe! I still have a set of black cat costumes that will definitely suit you!" He said excitedly, and even if I want to protest, he just looks so excited and cheery, might as well indulge him. I also want to make him happy with my below-average dancing skills.
That's what I thought, but looking at my reflection in the mirror of our bathroom, I just realized how kinky the costume was. I don't think it can still be identified as clothes. The material was soft leather, and I might say, it fits me well. Too well, in fact. Now, I'm hesitant about that impulsive decision.
To start with, the top is a black tube leather with a v-line that can be zipped on the side, but it only covers my chest area. The remaining of my torso is exposed. Now, the leather bottom. I am trying to stop myself from blushing, in need of several shots of liquor to confidently strut this outfit.
The bottom was very short and fit, shaping my round butt and exposing my legs. If I bend down, I bet he can see my privates. So embarrassing! I should've expected nothing less from Trevor. That was not a compliment.
I swallowed and blushed when my eyes landed on the cat ears. Seriously! Where does he get stuff like these? Despite my internal struggle, a part of me is looking forward to Trevor's reactions. Would he be pleased? Of course, I want him to be pleased. All of us wanted to see our loved ones pleased.
Wearing the last article to complete my outfit, I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection. To make my blue eyes pop, I applied a guyliner and brushed my hair back, aiming for a messy look.
I look gorgeous.
Trembling slightly and my heart about to rip my chest, I gulped hard and twist the door open. What welcomed me was the dim-lit room, with Trevor sitting on the foot of the bed. Even from the lack of illumination, I could feel his burning stare all over my body, sending goosebumps and shivers to me.
His amber eyes were burning with so much desire and hunger that I got rooted in place. His stare was hypnotizing me, keeping me in my position, but igniting sparks deep within me. I attempted to cover my upper torso when I realized that my scars are out in the open, but Trevor creased his forehead.
"No, Jesse. You're exquisite. Every inch of you is fucking gorgeous; it's a waste to cover it up, babe. Believe me," Trevor said with a soft expression this time, but his fiery stare never wavered.
I kept my hands behind my back and nervously chewed my lips. "Trev... it's embarrassing," I mumbled with burning cheeks and cast my gaze down.
"Babe, you should be confident," Trevor said in a gentle tone and reached for my hand. I didn't even notice that he approached me. Trevor used his index finger and tilted my chin, offering me a very fond smile. "I'm on the verge of losing my control; that's how much you affect me."
I blinked, confused. "I affect you?"
Trevor stared at me as if I just uttered a very nonsensical thing. He snorted and bit his lower lip, amused. "Jesse, you have me in the palm of your hand. I am so captivated by you, and it goes to say that you took command of my senses, obliviously, I might add."
Still doubting his words, I just gave him a perplexed look. "But you look so composed every single time... and I'm always left flustered..." I whispered, my tone getting softer.
Trevor chuckled softly and pulled me by the waist. I gasped softly when my stomach bumped into something hard. Flustered, I blinked rapidly, agape. "Y-you're..."
Trevor smirked and pulled back to give me some space. "I am so hard, Jesse, and only you can give me that reaction," he answered in a strained voice, his shoulders tense and his expression tight. "Let me see you perform, or I'll devour you here, babe," Trevor ordered breathlessly and brushed the strands away from my face.
Something is swirling inside of me. It is burning every fiber of my being. My nerve endings are tingling, and my skin hypersensitive. I darted out my tongue to lick my drying lips, with Trevor following the movement with anticipation. I could hear my heart drumming against my chest to the point where it hurts a little bit.
Breathlessly, my hands automatically rested on Trevor's nape. Even that action was enough to send shivers down my spine. Trevor's masculine and intoxicating scent filled our space, causing me to become lightheaded. Impatience. Need. Desire.
I want to touch him.
I want to kiss him.
I want him.
I opened my mouth to vocalize my thoughts but not a single word came out. Frustration started to build up. I want to close our distance so bad, but my body can't keep up with my thoughts. Tears started to well in my eyes, with Trevor's worried gaze on me.
"Baby... what is it?" His tone was gentle, as always. He was worried and scanned my face for any clues.
"K-Kiss me..." I was able to utter in a strained voice, whimpering softly when Trevor's eyes turned a shade darker. He swallowed hard and fixed his gaze on my trembling lips, then back at my eyes.
"Are you sure, Jesse? I can't promise that I will be able to stop--"
I pulled his head and mashed our lips together. It must be impatience and frustration, but I have been wanting to kiss him since earlier. I want to feel his lips and the high that comes from his kisses.
When Trevor cupped my ass, I jumped and latched on him, my legs locked around his waist. Trevor was rough and hungry, and I'm not asking him to be gentle. I want him to make me feel how much he wants me, how much he desires me, and how much I affect him.
Trevor turned around and pushed me on the bed, his breathing labored, my lips tingling while I catch my breath. I could feel his hard member pressing against my abdomen, and it's making me feel so restless. I want more.
"I want more, Trev. Please..." I stifled my moan when his cold fingers traced the skin on my neck.
"Babe... I'm asking you again. How sure are you about this? I don't want you to regret this. I can still rein my urges, so please... make up your mind," he begged desperately, every muscle in his body tensed from holding back, his larger frame looming against my smaller one.
I looked straight into his eyes and smiled. "I am sure, Trevor. I am ready. I'm yours to take, Alessio. All of me. I love you so much."
Grinding his teeth, Trevor dipped his head and brushed his lips against mine in a sensuous motion.
"I love you too much, Jesse, but forgive me if I become a bit rough--"
I cupped his face and locked my eyes with his. "Don't underestimate me, Alessio. I am a man, and I expect no less from you. Own me and dominate me. Be rough with me. I'll take you on."
Trevor's lips tugged upwards for a warm smile, his eyes softening. "You are truly amazing, mi amor."
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