| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 178 |
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Date Posted: Thursday, March 10, 08:03:47pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 175 - 190 - Repost" on Thursday, March 10, 07:46:55pm
Rene Laval stood, breathing deeply, watching Michael and Nikita talking on the other side of the room; he continued to finger the handle of his gun; he was now sweating heavily. Michael turned from Nikita and walked up to Laval.
“Rene...quite an unpredicted event wouldn’t you say? Not quite the way you probably expected to commence your new employment.”
“Ahhhhh....no...not really.”
“I’m sure there will still be work for you....but for now, I would appreciate your help in sorting out this mess...I am certain Dalton has a second in command to take over the operation...possibly Alberto Dacosta. Hopefully he will survive.”
“Ahhh....what....what do you want me to help with Michel?”
“Come to Lisbon with me...to the hospital...you are the only person I know in Dalton’s operation....so with yours and Nikita’s support....perhaps we can deal with this event.”
“I....ahhh....Dalton’s men don’t trust me....or know me....I’m not sure I can be of any assistance, Michel.”
“They will come to trust you Rene....I would appreciate your help.”
Nikita walked up to Rene and smiled. “Michael is correct Rene...I’m certain you will find your spot in the organization...and much faster working with ....ahhh, us.” She glanced at Michael.
“Fine....I will try to help you....I should maybe go now....I’ll be in the media room if you want anything....oh....thank you Michel....I mean....for considering me....I....”
“I’ll contact you when we’re going to leave for Lisbon....thank you Rene.”
Laval swung around and quickly left the computer systems room. Standing outside the door, he sighed.
Who was he fooling....he knew he could not kill Michel Samuelle....even if this current situation had not taken place.
Inside the systems room, Nikita watched as Michael returned to the main console and removed his discs from the main hard drive; he reached over and shut down the system.
“Come...let’s go to our room...we need to talk.”
Nikita poured red wine into two glasses and handed Michael one; he took the glass and drank slowly. He walked to the patio window and stood, watching the sea.
“Well? What do you want to talk about....other than the obvious Michael.”
Michael turned and walked to the wine bottle on the table; he topped up his glass and gestured to Nikita for hers.
“My mind has been racing Nikita...since hearing the news about Dalton’s death. But I know you will not want to partake in the idea I have.”
“Idea? You stated you were only going to see a contingency plan implemented for a transfer of power....or whatever one calls changing the ownership of a mercenary business.”
“I know what I stated....but as I was saying that, my mind was formulating a greater plan. If we stay in charge here....we could change the direction of the operation....put all the forces in play to find the Medusa Society.”
“What!! Michael...no! And why are you stating that ‘we’ are in charge....this is all about what you are doing and want!”
“I know you are not happy with this Nikita...but don’t you see....it’s the best opportunity to work in one location to locate all the players in the Society.”
Nikita rose from the sofa, swallowed the remainder of her wine and began pacing the room. She was desperately fighting back tears. Michael Samuelle was not going to see her cry; she would not give him that satisfaction; nor confirm her feelings about how she felt Michael saw her - as a whining, demanding female.
Michael walked up to Nikita and gently turned her to face him; he placed his hands on her cheeks. He saw no tears; just an icy blue stare.
“Nikita...we can make this work for us....please trust me...and have patience.”
“And just what would my other options be Michael...return to my father....like you suggested before.”
Michael released her. “That is not my wish...it never was really....I was concerned about your safety. But....well, if you feel you cannot support this plan...perhaps it would be for the best.”
Nikita’s face grew red with anger, her eyes bore into Michael’s as she raised her hand and slapped his face. He jumped back, surprised at her outburst. They stood silently, eyeing each other. Nikita walked slowly up to Michael.
“I won’t play your game anymore Michael....I refuse to allow you to force me to make a decision between your....plan or our being together. You have said certain things to me....about us....about how you feel...and when the game you prefer to play, presents a greater opportunity, those feelings are put aside....the old Michael who is always in control appears. I have told you I love you...and no doubt many women have whispered that in your ear. I really thought we had something between us...something only we together understood. Maybe I am wrong.”
Michael shook his head. “You are not wrong Nikita....I do love you and that is very difficult for me to tell anyone...you know that. And what you have said is all true...but I am who I am....there are some things I cannot change. I ask you to remain by my side...and work with me. Our plans to have our own place some day...will happen...you just have to be patient.”
“Never one of my strong points.”
Michael reached for Nikita’s hand and brought it to his cheek. “Please...please remain by my side.”
Nikita edged forward, closing her eyes, determined the tears would not show. Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her body to his; he kissed her cheek, and eyes; he lowered his hands to her bottom and pulled her into his growing arousal. He kissed her lips and whispered.
“I cannot live without you...without your touch...every time I am near you, you drive my senses wild. Never has a woman done that to me before Nikita.”
Nikita began to pull at Michael’s clothes; he slid from his jacket and shirt while slipping her sweater over her head; he unclasped her bra and lowered his mouth to each breast. He swept her into his arms and strode into the bedroom. They frantically pulled off each other’s clothes; and fell back onto the bed. Michael squatted on his thighs and massaged her breasts; Nikita moaned and began raising her hips as Michael gently opened her legs and lowered his mouth to her opening. Nikita moaned loudly, feeling an approaching orgasm; she heaved and grasped his head as he continued his ministrations. Nikita lay panting from her climax as Michael reached into the bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms. He ripped open a package with his teeth and began to place the condom on his heavy erection. Nikita reached out and took the condom away, shaking her head.
“No....we are okay...I want you ....as you...”, she whispered in a husky voice.
“But...we should....”, he stammered.
“I am on birth control Michael....I want to feel you...just you...and I know you prefer it...please.”
Michael lowered his head and traced kisses from her lips to her breasts while reaching down to insert his engorged manhood into her opening. Nikita squealed as she felt him entering. This felt to right - so perfect. Michael inhaled deeply as he felt her folds wrapping around him; he began to thrust gently; almost withdrawing, then plunging in his full length. Nikita cried out as she was washed away by a second orgasm; Michael continued plunging into her body, increasing the rate of each thrust. Nikita grabbed his hair and continued to moan as her climax held her in its grip. Sweat glistened on their bodies as Nikita lifted her legs onto Michael’s shoulders and around his neck; he gasped for air and continued to plunge forward. He could feel an enormous wave grip him as Nikita milked his manhood. Michael exploded inside Nikita and cried out, continuing to gasp for air. He pounded into her, his climax ripping through his body.
They lay together, clutching each other’s body. Michael pulled the duvet over them; they drifted off to sleep.
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