Flume (ft. Kai) - Never Be Like You

"Fuck," Gideon grunted in her ear.

His movements gain momentum and he settled in a desirable pace for both of them. Rory's soft mewled along with the sound of their flesh meeting filled the master bedroom.

One hand held her face, pushing it towards his while the other held her leg up. He kissed her, their tongues meeting in the middle for a passionate session. She moaned into his mouth at the moment his cock hit a sensitive spot within her.

Gideon continued to hit that spot, pumping his hips harder and deeper eager to give her what she wanted.

"Come for me." He murmured, picking up his momentum.

Her blissful cries bounced off the walls. Her body shook and she comes with a beautiful and satisfied expression gracing her face. She was in a dazed when he pressed up behind but now, she was wide awake.

Blinking a few times, Rory met Gideon's dark and lustful gaze. In those dark eyes, an intense and undeniable connection, a love so deep, so strong and complex shone bright. He was a man filled with darkness with a bloody past and no doubt, his future will be the same, but his love for her was pure and untainted.

One that can't be found in his world. He always looked at her like that. Perhaps, she got it confused with his obsession with her or she was too blinded with fear of him.

Whatever it was, she couldn't accept it. Whether it was love or madness.

Rory turned away, resting her head back down on the pillow and waited for him to reach his own high.

Gideon rocked his hips, thrusting his cock deep inside her canal. She was stretched; sensing both pain and pleasure. He aimed for that sensitive spot again and she convulsed, creaming around his thick shaft.

Euphoria swept her body in welcoming embrace and she couldn't help the moans and mewls that escaped her. Orgasming and losing herself in the pleasure felt so good especially after a week and a couple of days without it. It relief her stress, soothing away all the worries she built up since her return from Madrid.

"That's it, move your hips." Gideon whispered in her ear.

His teeth tugged at the flesh, sucking and licking; tasting all he could of her.

Rory hadn't realised she was moving to meet his thrusts until he encouraged her more. She was rotating her hips, lifting and pushing it to back against him. Gideon groaned loudly. He wasn't vocal during sex but with Rory, he couldn't help it. The exhilaration was too overwhelming that drew those sounds from the back of his throat.

He rolled her over so that she laid on her stomach with her ass up - a puppy position. He gave the round and firm flesh a slap and it resonated in the room; exciting him. She was so fucking gorgeous, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Gideon thrusted roughly, powering through her tiny walls' resistance.

God, he was hitting her in all the right places that she was drunk on the bliss.

"More." She murmured, into the pillow.

Her words were completely out of her control. She tried to bite it back but her body wanted more that it fought against her will, pushing passing the sturdy barriers she thought she put up. It screamed, desperate to find that violent, shuddering release.

One that only Gideon could give her.

Adhering to her demand, Gideon gripped her waist tightly, keeping her stead, while he fucked her hard, rough and fast. She was screaming and with the thin and ruined walls of the mansion, everyone heard that.

Rory reached down to rub her clit. Circling it and pinching to give herself that extra high. She was close to climaxing again. And, with the way her walls clenched, legs tightening and pressure gathering quickly - it was going to be big, mind blowing one.

She rubbed harder, needing to get it.

Gideon reached underneath her, pulling both her hands behind. She whined in frustration, losing the additional pleasure.

"You need to wait for me." He told her, "We'll get it together."

She nodded, and quietly uttered, "Hurry."

Gideon rocked his pelvic roughly, pulling out so that only his tip remained inside and slammed home causing Rory to cry out. She gripped his cock tightly and at any moment her orgasm would burst through. So, Gideon quicken his pace until the canopy bed moved with them, slamming against the intricately designed wallpaper.

"Come now." He rasped, throwing his head back while his face twisted.

They both came, exploding with pent up arousal. Rory twisted, jerked and shuddered from her orgasm; a released that she needed badly. Her cream, along with Gideon's semen leaked from her pussy, caking them in the white juice.

Gideon grunted while still slowly pumping her fill with his cum. There was so much despite his regular masturbation during his showers. He lowered his head, biting Rory's bottom and sucked the flesh to leave a nice hickey on her ass.

No one will see it but him and if someone did, he'll pluck out their eyeballs and feed it to them.

"That was amazing." He kissed her mouth chastely.

They laid enveloped in each other's bodies. Gideon brushed his lips against her forehead. He looked down at her, resting against his chest; she was dozing off. Exhausted.

He gently draw patterns into her skin, egging her to sleep.

"Sleep." He instructed softly, cuddling her.

Her body softened in his hold. Hands that held onto his biceps, dropped between them and fells into a deep slumber. He lasted just over a week and it was the worst and longest week of his life.

Never again. He can't live without her; without her soft skin, her sweetness; those emerald eyes and her unruly hair. Her yellows and purples; her favourite colours.

~*~

Rory woke with a jolt. Her skin feeling as if she was electrified. Last night's activities flooded her mind forcing her to bite back the shame. At first she thought it was a dream except she went to bed fully clothed and alone. Now, she was naked and her thighs sticky with white residue.

Gideon was standing in front of the vanity. His round and thick buttocks on display. Back and shoulder flexing with rigid and strong muscles. He was a fine looking man.

His dark hair was dripping wet from the shower he clearly just stepped out of. His skin glistened, beautiful despite all its scars. He pulled on his suit, a Hugo Boss piece.

Once he button the last cuff link, Gideon settled down on the bed and pulled Rory into his lap. He cradled her, brushing his lips against hers.

"Buenos días." He greeted. "I cooked breakfast for you. Just heat it up."

"Thanks." She said, averting her eyes.

"I have a meeting today." He informed her. Gideon took her chin in his palms, lifted her face to him. "After my meeting, I'll come and pick you and we can wander Bogotá together."

She considered the plan. She really did want to see Bogotá. It was a beautiful and bright city; one that needed to be explored.

"Okay." She agreed. "When will work be finished?"

"This afternoon, the latest."

With a final kiss and Gideon left the mansion in his SUV. An entourage and Sebastian tagging along with him.

Once Rory cleaned up in the shower and dressed. She skipped to the kitchen in a short, yellow play suit that hugged her body. A red ribbon was tied in her mane of blonde curls and she wore white converses she found among the clothes Gideon brought her.

She hoped it was dressy enough for their little exploration later.

She also found he slipped her rings back on her fingers sometime last night and sighed. Even if she took them off, he'd find a way for them to her back on her fingers.

In the kitchen, Gideon left her a bowl of changua and she dug in happily. Doing a little satisfied shake as the taste sang. He was a good cook, making her wonder how he got so good. When did he have to time to learn especially when he was occupied with murdering people and making weapons of mass destruction.

She wondered often what went on his brain but curiosity kills the cat.

After putting her bowls in the sink, Rory wandered the mansion again. She wasn't going to find anything not without the keys to the rooms. She had already flipped through all the books in the little nook library, and Gideon's office was usually locked when he wasn't home.

The master bedroom, besides their clothes and their necessities, had nothing else to offer. Everything seemed to exist and not exist at the same time in this place. Drawers were empty, cabinets lined with cobwebs and thick dust. There was nothing; no trace of the people who lived before.

She had so many questions as why he was here. Questions she'll ask later if she had the courage. There was so much she needed to know about him and this mansion, she sensed, would tell her everything. If only she had a key to those locked rooms.

Giving up, Rory sat on the sofa in the living room and worked the remote to turn on the tv. The only modern thing in the mansion. She flipped through the channels and ended up at a gossip programme. A familiar faces appeared on screen with the latest breaking news.

Cristian Herrera, the man in the south who was at war with her husband.

Rory jumped at the sound of metal clinking coming in the distance. Besides the securities, there were no one else in the mansion. She stood, cautiously headed towards the sound.

~*~

Underbosses from the cities in Colombia gathered at an underground meeting room of a night club. One of the most popular attraction in the country. It belonged to Gideon, housing his prisoners and used as a torture room.

In the day, he used it for business purposes.

Not only his underbosses in Colombia was in attendance. Guatemala to Panama strip, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, Venezuela and recently acquired Ecuador were all in attendance.

They needed to know about the situation with the south of Colombia. It was nothing serious, in Gideon's view. If the Herreras tried to claim it as their own, he'd fight it with all his power.

Cristian Herrera would never win because he was stronger and with 10 times the men power.

They all agreed and put their trust into his leadership.

At noon, they all dispersed returned to their representative cities or countries.

Since he left the mansion this morning, Gideon intended to keep his meeting quick as well as informative. Merely because she couldn't wait to go on that date with Rory.

He was certain they were back on good terms especially with how responsive she was during sex last night. She hardly made demands when they slept together.

"What happened to your bitter mood?" Sebastian scoffed.

"Gone away."

They were walking up the stairs of the basement, side by side followed by their bodyguards. They didn't need them because both of the men can defend themselves. However, with the rising situation with the south; his underbosses felt like Gideon needed the extra layers of protection.

No one would dare attack him in his own city.

"Fucked away, right?" He deadpanned in a teasing manner. "Everyone heard. The creaking kept us up last night. You need those floorboards sorted."

"I'm not refurbishing that place." Gideon spat.

He always intended for that place to rotten. It had bad memories but when he needed a place to escape; it was always his former childhood home that provided the solitude he craved.

They exited the nightclub and Sebastian's phone pinged. Before Gideon could even climb into the SUV, Sebastian held him back and shoved the phone into his face.

Frowning, Gideon took the device and his body stilled. He flicked through the pictures in the article; Cristian Herrera's new conquest: a young blonde beauty.

Curl hair, a lilac hoodie, cotton sleep shorts and grey woolly socks in little booties. It was Rory in clothes in seen her in so many times.

They were walking hand in hand into a hotel, Cristian's palm on the small of her back. Another pictured showed them kissing, others showed them having a great time. But, he never saw the girl's face, only Cristian's. And, he looked smug, sending the photographer his signature playboy smirk.

"It's not her." Sebastian stated, puzzled, "I can't be her. You saw her when we left right?"

"When was this taken?"

"This morning, a few hours after we left."

"I need to get home." He said in desperation. Worry coursed through his body. Cristian Herrera was the last man who needn't know about Rory. Gideon climbed into the driver seat of the SUV. "I have to know if she's still there."

He sped through the city causing other drivers to furiously blare their horn at him. He didn't care, he needed to see Rory with this own eyes. The resemblance, from the back, was uncanny.

In the last two years, he seen and slept with women who looked like Rory. Especially, from the back. If Herrera did it for a show, it won't be hard for him to replicate Rory. A wig, a young girl, and some basic clothing. That's all he needed to get under Gideon's skin.

But, what if he really had her?

Half hour later, he pulled into the drive way and raced out the SUV, kicking the front door opened.

"Rory!" He called.

No one answered.

He pounced upstairs to the master bedroom, slamming the door opened to find nothing. She wasn't here either. Besides the bedroom, the other place she could be was in the nook library - the only other room without a lock.

But, she wasn't there either.

"Rory!" He continued.

Gideon made his way to the kitchen and the scene before him stopped his heart. Pots and pans scattered on the floor; broken glass and ceramic mugs. He been to many crime scenes before and even learned to replicate one - there was a struggle here.

No way could Herrera gotten her. He had security posted on every inch of the property. How did they miss Herrera and a small girl?

He called them to the front of the mansion. His rage boiling over. They were fucking useless, losing Rory liked that.

"Señor, we swear the Señora never left the property." One of this guards spoke up.

They were knelt on their knees in a line in front of him. One that represented an execution.

"Then why can't I find her in this fucking mansion and why is Herrera parading around a girl that look like her?" He roared.

He fished his gun from his pocket. Losing Rory, a second time, meant a death sentence. This, a quick death, was easy compared to what he did to the guards in Medellín. The ones that had lost her, that let her out of the gates.

He sent them, like sacrificial lambs, to Herrera's hideout. Of course, none of them came back in one piece or alive. He received pieces of them; an eyeball here and finger there in little gift boxes. Their deaths today, will be a blessing.

Gideon placed his hand on the trigger and just as he was about to pull. A gasped, of shock and terror, resonated in the air. He turned his head to the sound: Rory.