Pairing: Jacques Riego and the Mercadejas heiress (Aia and Ali's daughter)
Rated M for Mature content, please at your own risk. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Costa Leona series, Miss Jonah Mae Pacala (Jonaxx) does.
Also, it is very important that you read the the part 1 first, to better understand the story.
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A COSTA LEONA SERIES FANFICTION Pairing: Jacques Riego and Mercadejas Heiress (Ali & Aia's daughter) Disclaimer: I don't own Costa Leona se
“You tasted so yummy,” she purred.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept on uttering the word over and over again, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed while relishing the feeling of her, unsure whether he’ll despise the heavens for bringing him his personal destruction or thanking them for turning his fantasies to life.
Jacques’ sudden aloofness to the Mercadejas family can be a curious thing.
He grew stoic and more focused to things with great consequence, but he was never anti-social, most especially towards them. He loved to spend time at their mansion, admiring all the immemorial details of it. He enjoyed his day at their beach and occasional parties they are most delighted of hosting. Ali Mercadejas was especially fond of Jacques because of his brilliance and the latter always put the former in high regards especially in business and life.
But one day, he just stopped visiting.
He would always create endless excuses whenever he was invited to come over.
The head of the family understands. He is a driven businessman, determined to be on top of his game, hence his time for recreation are always set aside.
And Ali is somehow right but there is a darker reason than that.
Little did he know… his brilliant, reputable protégée is having dark fantasies towards his only daughter.
Not that Jacques wanted it in the first place, no, sir.
His parents, especially his mother, raised him to always respect women, to never regard them as an object of malicious thoughts or actions. The young heiress, though acknowledged, was never his favourite company or the apple of his eye. But because of that fateful night, everything changed.
It was raining cats and dogs. Jacques’ patience is thinning, being stuck in a heavy traffic after a whole day of frustrations with his staffs. He hated delays, he always want to be one step ahead of his competitors but how will he the people under him are laid back? He fired some and scolded some. The last thing he want to do was attend another exhausting event but his mother called him several times that tonight is a very special night for Mr. Mercadejas’ daughter who especially asked for his presence.
No is not an option so he endured 3 hours being stuck in traffic to attend the debutant’s party. But fate wasn’t so nice to him that night. Not because he ended covered in icing by catching her but because he saw something he shouldn’t have; something that haunted his dreams for many months, if not years.
“I’m so sorry for the mess, Jacques and thank you for saving my daughter.” Mrs. Aia Mercadejas said for the umpteenth time as she led Jacques and her daughter the way inside their mansion so they could change into something more decent.
He smiled and shook his head. “There’s no need for apologies. It wasn’t anybody’s fault Aunt and I’m glad I’ve got to save her.” He replied and looked at the girl they were talking about, who’s walking quietly beside him. He noticed that her plump lips were shivering, her shoulders sagging. She refused to look at anything but the floor.
“Hey,” he gently called. He saw her lips protrude and realized how naturally red they are… like sweet cherries.
“It’s not your fault. Please don’t think it is.” He received no reply.
He wasn’t aware when she disappeared upon reaching their mansion. Aunt Aia asked the house helps to assist him but he declined and asked for directions where he could clean and change instead. If only he agreed to be assisted, he wouldn’t have entered the wrong room, he wouldn’t have seen the Mercadejas heiress… her eyes closed and her naked and sinful body under the shower… with the water that seemed to worship her as they caress her every curves and edges.
For a moment, he was astounded and rooted at the spot but immediately snapped out of it and went out of that room with his chest pounding.
He went home without even bothering to let the hosts know of his departure.
That night, he stayed under the cold shower for a very long time. He tried to think of numbers. His business ventures. His clients. The stock market. Charts. Anything, except her.
That night, he dreamed of her, squirming beneath him, clinging unto him, screaming his name in pleasure.
And so, he had no other choice but to distance himself from the whole family. Though unintended, he felt like he did a terrible crime. Having only a glance of her would only remind him of what he saw and will only intensify his dreams.
He punished himself with overwhelming workload. He tried doing intense sports. He never allowed himself to idle. Idling could only lead to dangerous thoughts—her.
After years of battling his dilemma, he thought that he had finally regained his sanity when she entered his office, unannounced and he felt nothing. Bold for him to assume so!
When she reported on her first day, his presentation was almost disastrous just because he saw her sitting among the potential investors, nibbling her bottom lip.
When she reported on her second day, he almost spilled his coffee when he saw her sucking a lollipop.
She instantly became his daily distraction but he can’t seem to find the courage to get rid of her.
“Sir?” she uttered after knocking on his door, one afternoon.
“Come in,” was the reply behind it. She immediately obliged.
With brows furrowed, he kept his gaze on the blueprint before him, waiting for her to talk.
She didn’t answer. He frowned some more and lifted his gaze and caught her biting her lower lip, hiding a smirk. Damn, why does she have to look so…
“Still working?” she finally said.
He sighed and nodded. “As you can see, yes.” She failed to notice the sarcasm and giggled.
“Come on, don’t get too worked up, there’s still tomorrow.”
“Not for people like me. Anyway, you are free to go,” he said dismissively and returned his attention to his work. Please, spare me and my sanity, he added inwardly.
He heard her click her tongue. “Aww.” His chest pounded when he heard he walk towards him until she was standing behind his swivel chair.
He jumped when she placed her hands on his shoulder and gave those a squeeze. He definitely didn’t see that coming! Damn!
But he needed to keep a straight face, for fuck’s sake. He was supposed to overcome his insanity over her.
“Miss Mercadejas. Upon signing your contract under my company, you are well-aware of the rules and regulations on how one should maintain his professional relationship with his colleague and in your case, with your boss.”
His voice was stern, his gaze stoic even though she couldn’t see them, she was still standing confidently behind him.
She bent over and whispered with an oh-so-alluring voice to his ear.
He can feel the hairs on his nape stand as erect as his member.
“Miss Mercadejas, I—oh” he almost lost it when she sucked on his neck.
That should feel scandalous but his body was feeling otherwise! He stood up and looked at her intensely.
“I am not here to play with your silly games, Miss.” he barked almost harshly, trying to prove his self-restraint.
But she seemed unmoved by him and looked at her with determined eyes. She looked like a predator and he’ll be the willing prey.
She smirked. “Me neither.” She took a stepped forward and yanked on his tie harshly. “I’ll tell you my little secret.” Her voice was sensual and tempting and made him sweat bullets. “I know you want me.” He was too stunned to react.
She kissed the tip of his nose. “I see how you looked at me.”
She kissed his cheek, “I see how you worshipped me with those sinful eyes.”
She kissed his stubbled chin, “I saw you on my 18th birthday. Inside my room…”
He stiffened and his eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”
“Mm-hm. It was an accident though but… You wanted me since then, right?” she let go of his tie and gave him a menacing smile.
“What—no!” Jacques placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away as gentle as possible.
She moved inches away from him and bobbed her head to the side; she pouted her lips and furrowed her brows in confusion. She looked so innocent yet dangerous. She’ll be the death of him.
“No? What do you mean no? You don’t like my body?” she asked innocently.
“Y-No! I don’t! That’s ridiculous. And may I remind you, I am still your boss!” I exclaimed. He was surprised when she shook her head in disappointment.
“Yes, you do. And may I remind you, Sir, that lying is wrong.” She scolded him softly.
“I don’t see you like that. I didn’t mean to see you like that and I’m sorry, but I only see you as a sister then and as an employee now.” Jacques felt so proud for telling her that firmly and holding the panic in his voice.
“Oh really?” she took several confident steps towards him, he backed up. But he wasn’t fast enough. She quickly placed her hands on his growing bulge.
“See? You do like my body!” she triumphantly exclaimed.
Oh god, her hands feel so good. But I shouldn’t feel this way; we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place. This is wrong.
He somehow found the strength to remove her hands off his erected member and immediately missed the contact. He needed the composure though. His gray eyes met her hazel brown ones and tried to look as stern as possible.
“Stop it. Look, I may not look excited right now but it’s not because of you. Nothing could ever come from this.” He gestured them both with his fingers and continued, “Compared to me, you are only a child. You came to know me as one of your older brothers, right?”
Her jaw dropped, feigning dismay. “First, at 22, I am most certainly not a child. Second, I never treated you like my brother. And did I tell you to stop lying to me? You want me. You always look at me whenever I’m biting my lip or whenever my skirt hikes up too high, you never forbid me from eating lollipop. Do you perhaps… imagine that I’m sucking yours instead?”
Jacques paled considerably. She noticed him gawking at her? He thought he was being careful! Is he that obvious? Who else could’ve noticed him?
“I-I think you might be seeing things. There is no way I could be checking you out inappropriately.”
She laughed like she heard the funniest joke.
“Of course you do. And you want to know what’s under this skirt, right? Here, I can show you…” she then unceremoniously lifted her skirt, revealing a red lacy panty.
He thought he was over her. He was dead wrong. That night, her 18th, was the moment he was cursed to want only her.
Jacques did not waste any time to finally have a taste of her sweet lips. When their lips crashed he realised that he’ll never get enough. He’ll want more… more of her sweet nectar. He sat on his chair and pulled her to straddle his hips.
“Mm… you taste so good.” She purred, sucking on his neck, as she humped on his bulge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” he kept on uttering the word over and over again, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed while relishing the feeling of her, unsure whether he’ll despise the heavens for bringing him his personal destruction or thanking them for turning his fantasies to life.
He held her face and pecked her lips. “I want you.” He finally admitted.
She giggled and wrinkled her nose. “That’s what I’ve been telling you.” He kissed her again with fervent passion. Exploring her wet cavern and sucking her sweet, sinful tongue. By gods, this was a thousand times better than his dreams. Having her close, feeling her heartbeats increase frantically. Him making her feel things, him making her react intensely. He stopped kissing her allowing oxygen to reach her lungs.
He then impatiently got rid of her article of clothing one by one, desperate to feel her skin to skin. And when he finally did, he stopped for a moment to gaze at her in awe. Her skin was unblemished and felt so soft. He did not waste any time to have a taste of every inch. He desperately sucked her twin peaks leaving making her whimper helplessly.
“Sir?” she curiously asked when he pushed her gently away, making both of them stand. He kissed her once and commanded.
“Sit on my chair; I want to taste your sweetness.”
She gladly obliged and sat bringing both of her feet up and spreading her legs as wide as she can.
Without further ado, he parted the flushed lips of her sex with one hand and collected moisture from her pussy with the other, bringing it up to her sensitive clit. He brought his thirsty mouth and devoured her… drinking her sweet juices as he enjoyed her cries and whimpers from pleasure.
He could get addicted to this! Damn it.
A few more laps and she was a mess; her cavern tightening up from orgasm, her throat raw from screaming.
She must’ve lost her senses for a few moments because the next thing she knew is she’s straddling Jacques again, making his long, thick and hard member known, caressing her dripping hole.
“Mine.” He growled possessively and entered her quickly. He thrust in and felt something break as he buried himself inside of her. Damn, is she unbelievably tight and soft?
“Ah!” she whimpered in pain and clutched his shoulders tightly. Jacques grimaced. She will probably leave some marks and it’ll be totally worth it. But he panicked when he heard silent sobs.
“Fuck, I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry…” he whispered again and again while kissing her head, his thumb found its way to her clit and rubbed it gently.
She took in shuddering breath and whispered, “I’m fine. Just help me move?”
He immediately obliged. He held her waist and assisted her in moving up and down his length. He made sure to make the thrusts as shallow and gentle as possible... Coaxing her with whispers. “You feel so good, baby.” Sucking her nipples and caressing her nub.
Soon enough she was crying his name in pleasure. She buried her face on his shoulder in attempt to muffle her cries when she reached her peak. It was euphoric.
Jacques held her tightly on his lap and kissed her forehead.
“I want to talk to your father this weekend.”
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