Chapter Five: A Dark Revelation

Mavros POV:

When Mavros left his house that morning, he had gone with two goals in mind; to visit his mother's grave, and ask for Laura Hayes’s hand in marriage.

Somehow, asking for her hand in marriage has somehow developed into fucking her into the couch. Mavros wasn't complaining, however; sex with Laura Hayes might just be the best he'd ever had.

Mavros Blackwood wasn't a man who slept around too much. He had the occasional woman in his bed, of course, but he never indulged to excess.

He was born a bastard child of a Senator; he had no interest in creating even more bastards.

Still, even with all his experience, nothing prepared him for how sex with Laura Hayes would feel like.

They fucked on the couch. Then, after that was done, they took it to the bedroom and fucked again.

And now here they were, in his bathroom, rutting like animals once more.

“Ah, ah, ahhh,” Laura moaned as he pounded her against the glass wall of his shower cubicle, water from the shower head streaming down and making her pale skin glisten.

‘Slop, Slosh, Slop!’

The sound of his dick pounding into her wet pussy echoed through the cubicle. Her ass rippled in tandem with the motion, pale bubble buttocks glistening as his hips gyrated against her core.

“Fuck! You're so fucking tight!”

He reached up to her chest to squeeze her firm and plump breasts, and for a moment he regretted that he couldn't see her from the front.

He imagined her breasts pressed against the transparent glass as he pounded into her cunt, and the sight excited him enough that he increased his speed, hammering her with frantic urgency.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned loudly. “Fuck. This is…this is so good!”

Mavros realised that she was getting close. Despite only having sex with her three times now, he had noticed that when she was getting closer to orgasming, she tended to get loud.

Mavros could feel himself inch closer to the edge as well, so he decided to speed things along.

Trailing his fingers down her wet skin, he reached for her clitoris and began stroking it.

“Oh!” She gasped and jolted, leaning away from the wall and against his chest.

As he stroked her clit, she began to tremble, becoming heavier as her legs grew weaker and she leaned against him.

He pumped faster, deeper, but his focus was on her and her alone. Her eyes were closed, her hair sticking to her face and neck as water streamed down her skin. In that moment, an errant thought flitted through his mind.

‘She’s so beautiful.’

With a final tweak of her clit, Laura shattered.

Not giving her time to breath as she came undone in his arms, Mavros grabbed her waist, carried her weak, trembling body, and slammed into her pussy with full force.

With every pump of his dick, Laura yelped again, and again, and again. Even as she came down from her first orgasm, another one built up, brought to life by the frantic pace with which he fucked her.

The next time she shattered, they shattered together. Mavros pivoted his hips, slamming against her pussy, and the next moment his dick was pumping ropes of cum deep into her core while she shivered until of him, overcome with mind-blowing pleasure.

Several minutes later, the haze of pleasure passed, and they completed their bath.

“That was…” Laura began as she sat on Mavros’s bed, her nubile body covered only by a small towel.

“That was what?” Mavros said as he walked out of his closet, tugging on a shirt. Laura looked up at him, but her eyes swiftly trailed down to his chest. She swallowed heavily, then met his gaze once more.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have forced myself on you like that.”

Mavros smiled and walked towards her, grabbing her chin with his fingers and holding her gaze.

“You don't see me complaining, Laura,” he said as he leaned down to capture her lips with a kiss.

They stayed liplocked for a few moments, before Mavros broke the kiss and gestured her towards the closet.

“I don't have any women's clothes, but there should be a couple shirts and shorts that should fit you. Get dressed, before you distract me again.”

She smiled impishly, then went to do just that. Mavros couldn't help but stare after her supple backside as she sashayed away.

She knew he was watching; she glanced over her shoulder at him, smiled, and looked away.

Mavros exhaled as she left the room. He approached a cabinet next to the bed, opened a drawer, and retrieved a folder.

This was it. This was the beginning of his plan.

He opened the folder, revealing a picture of an elegant woman in her fifties, beautiful, with black hair peppered with white.

Eleanor Cole. The bane of his existence, and the target of his revenge.

When Laura returned, he was still perusing the folder, frowning grimly.

“What's that?” She asked as she sat next to him on the bed. “Is that grandmother?”

“She's not your grandmother anymore!” He exclaimed, making her jump.

When Mavros glanced at Laura, he saw fear spread across her expression. As they stared at each other, he saw as she slowly realised what he hadn't said.

“Do you mean…?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Eleanor was the one behind your assassination.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because she was the one who assassinated my mother, Senator Cole’s first wife.”

Silence descended between them.

The playful, almost sensual atmosphere that they had built up in the wake of their love making evaporated into nothingness, leaving a cold that seeped into their bones.

Mavros dropped the folder on the bed and stood up.

“I’ve been trying to destroy her for years, Laura,” he proclaimed, glancing at her with dark, hooded eyes clouded with anger. “I've been investigating her; I've only just begun to scratch the surface of her plans. I want to take her down, and I feel like you will too.”

Laura swallowed heavily, her eyes widening with every word that came out of his mouth.

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that Eleanor Cole didn't just try to kill you, Laura. She also killed your father.”