Beautifully Broken (20 page)

My
body begins to fall into rapture. My balls tighten achingly and tingles begin
at the base of my cock shooting out to the tip. Her pussy produces a series of
gut wrenching squeezes around my cock. I hear her scream out her release,
stuttering things my climax impending mind can’t comprehend. Massive amounts of
cum surge into her welcoming warmth. In the distance I can register some of her
random words.

“Love…only
you…so happy.” She pants.

I
place one knee beside hers on the bench kissing the nape of her neck letting
her know I feel whatever it was she was trying to profess to me also. She
wiggles her butt against me causing my cock to twitch inside her. She giggles,
“That thing has a life of its own.” She says pulling away separating our
connection and robbing me of her warmth. She pulls me into her arm pressing her
heated body against mine.

“I
love you Liam,” her eyes misting over with unshed tears. “Please just trust in
that.”

I
lean my head against hers resigning to this oncoming trip. My anger at her
spent in this wicked display of our love.

“I
trust you but if he tries anything he’s a dead man.” I guide her out the
shower, gently wiping her down with a plush towel before leading her to our
bed. I wrap my body around hers listening to her soft breaths until she falls
asleep.

********

Saturday
morning I wake to the shrill of my phone on the bedside table. I reach my hand
out blindly searching for the offensive object that jarred me from my slumber.

“What”
I snap into the phone.

“Uhh…I’m
sorry to interrupt you Mr. Maddox but your father is here and he insists on
being let up.”

Fuck,
I’ve been avoiding him since I came back but there was no avoiding him now.
Hopefully I can get him out of here before Ella wakes up. A quick glance at her
side of the bed confirms the ringing phone didn’t wake her.

“Let
him up,” I say throwing on a pair of sweats and brushing my teeth. I make it to
the lobby just as the elevator doors close behind him. His fierce demeanor is an
implication of the ensuing conversation.

“Are
you going to invite me in?” his tone is sharp and irritant. I lead the way into
the den hoping to hurry this along. He sits in an armchair eyeing me
suspiciously.

“You’ve
been back for two weeks and I have to hear this from someone else. What is
going on with you son? You rushed back here before you could get rid of Lucas
and his scumbag father. This is not like you at all. Are you trying to
reconcile with Lucas?”

“No
I have not reconciled with Lucas but I’m done with that scheme you concocted. I
have other businesses and responsibilities to worry about I don’t need to waste
any more time on him.”  Letting him know where I stand in the beginning of this
conversation will cut the unnecessary bullshit.

 He
squints at me, rubbing his goatee with his fingers, analyzing this new turn of
events. “Did you see your mother?” he asks coldly. Damn I didn’t want to have
to talk about her yet. I avoid his prying eyes trying to decide if I should
confront him with my mother’s accusations.

“You
did,” he says rising from his seat. “What did she say to turn you against me? That
bitch is still trying to ruin my life.” Rage replacing his suspicion.

“No
one brainwashes me,”
anymore
I think to myself. If what my mother says
is correct then this man has been brainwashing me for years. “She ambushed me, said
what she came to say then left. My decision to leave Chicago had already been
made.”

“What
did she just have to tell you?” he stops in front of me, hands on his hips with
wild eyes.

“You
really want to know?” He raises his eyebrows prompting me to continue.

“She
says you hit her for years, that you were in love with Cindy and you blamed
everyone for not being able to have her. She says she left to escape your
abuse.”

“That
lying bitch,” he whispers running his hand through his graying hair. His sharp
appearance a little frazzled by his nervous demeanor. There’s not much I need
him to say to me at this point, his fidgeting and roaming eyes all the answer I
need. After of years of watching him in meetings and functions I can tell when
he lies.

“Liam
listen-” he begins

The
door swings open causing him to stop mid-sentence. We both turn and watch Ella stroll
in wearing a thong and a shirt that cuts off under her breast exposing the under
swell of her tits. She was going to try to entice me with some early morning
sex. She only came out of bed looking this sexy when she was feeling horny. She
gasps when she realizes I’m not alone but is so comfortable in her skin, she
makes no effort to cover up.

“Sorry
I thought you were alone. Hi,” she waves at my father as she leaves the room. The
departing view of her ass is drool-worthy. I stare at the door she vacated not
wanting to deal with the huge elephant now present in the room. My father
clears his throat commanding my attention.

“So
that is what’s kept you too busy for your father. I couldn’t figure out how my
strong, no nonsense son had came back going on about moving on and
responsibility. Can’t say I blame you though, I’d change too for a piece of
that ass. She looks like the type that likes it dirty. We’ve never shared
before but maybe…” One second I was seated on the couch and the next I had my
forearm jammed against my father’s throat and his head pushed up on the wall.
Shocked by my lightning speed reaction he’s too late in fighting me off.

“Don’t
fucking talk about her like that. Don’t even fucking look at her.” I say
through gritted teeth. A rush of blood flows to my head as I push off him,
walking as far away as possible. It’s hard enough keeping random men away from
Ella now my father wants to fuck her. My hands begin to tremble and I look back
to see if he’s still there. I need that man gone now before I do something I’ll
regret. He’s rubbing his neck looking at me in awe. Awe? I almost snapped his
neck and he’s impressed.

“Seems
you’ve picked up some of my fighter genes” he says staying on his side of the
room. “It’s too bad you’re wasting it on some tramp. I’ve been around longer
than you son and trust me when I tell you that woman will be your downfall.” He
walks out the door with those parting words. The door slams, echoing through my
already throbbing head.

“You
okay?” Ella asks, cautiously entering the room and stopping in front of me.

I
nod my head in an attempt to halt her concerns. “That was my father,” I
explain.

“I
really didn’t know he was here. I wouldn’t have come in here like this” she
chews on her lower lip making me want to suckle them.

“I
know,” I assure her. She is well aware of how much I hate when she exposes too
much. She’s actually worried that I’d be mad at her for being carefree in our
home when I’m the one that should’ve warned her we had company.

“What
he say to make you so angry?” she massages my bare shoulders with her silky
hands, soothing the knots bundled in them.

“For
one he lied about what happened with my mother than he insults me by saying he
wants me to share my girl with him.” her hands halt their progress up my
shoulders and she looks into my eyes.

“You’ve
shared women with your dad before?”

“No,
so I don’t know what makes him think I’d share you. He knows my home has always
been off limits to women. The moment he saw you here he knew what you meant to
me. He’s lucky I didn’t ripe his eyes out for the way he was eye fucking you.”

“Shh…let
me help you forget about him,” she steps back peeling her panties off her body.
Once she throws it across the room she presses up against me. “Tell me how you
want it? I’ll do anything you want.” She nibbles on my neck, her fingers
running down my back.

“Wrap
that sweet mouth around my cock” I reply quickly forgetting my anger to get
lost in her enchanting mouth. After she works me up with her mouth, I fuck her
on the couch. This time I pull out before I cum, gushing all over her belly and
spreading it around with my fingers. I wish I could permanently ink her with my
cum then all other men would realize who this woman belongs to.

Isabella

A
feeling of excitement races through my body as Liam squirts all over my body,
I’m almost as excited as I am when he allows me to milk him of it. This strange
sexual addiction I have to him is causing me to revel in every dirty little act
we engage in together. I watch his naked ass exit the room leaving me there
lying in his sticky release. My limbs are too numb to make an effort to get up.
He returns moments later with a warm wet towel and reluctantly wipes off his
mark on me.

The
rest of the day we ignore our issues not bringing up his dad or Lucas as we
enjoy a rare day of peace. Being wrapped up in Liam is so natural I rarely want
to be apart from him. I think going to Vegas may be harder on me than I
anticipated. Not having Liam wrapped around me when I sleep will be torture.
Some days the hours I spend apart from Liam in my office seem like an eternity.
I’m sure to go into withdrawal having to be without him for an entire weekend.

On
Sunday Liam and I decide to come out of our day long seclusion to explore Palm
Beach. Liam says he knows the best way we can explore Palm Beach. When he rents
out two Segways I think he’s joking but after five minutes I realize that it’s
really fun and we explore the city at ease. We cruise through downtown West
Palm Beach and the waterway swerving around lingering people. Liam is so young
and free this way. The man he was even a month ago a faint shadow of the
grinning exuberant man making silly faces at me as we glide along Palm Beach.

We
stop for lunch at this great place called Grease burger. Oh…my god. I’ve never
really had a burger before I went to this place.

“I’ll
have to starve myself for a week to compensate for all these calories.” I say
as I bite into my black and blue burger.

“Your
flawless so don’t worry about the calories.” He shakes his head at my absurd
comment.

I’m
not flawless.

I’m
probably the most flawed person I know. I just don’t wear it on the outside. No
matter how far down I bury the scars they always seem to rise to the surface
and choke me with flashes of a time best forgotten. I center myself and focus
on Liam not giving those memories the power to ruin the rest of my life.

We
ride back to the condo where I’m instructed to change into a decent swimsuit,
preferably the plain one piece he bought me and pack for the beach. We get to
the marina around two and Liam rents a jet ski for us to ride on. Apparently
he’s feeling very adventurous today. Liam zooms around on the jet skis
undistracted by my legs straddling him and my hand running over his solid abs.

As
fun as it was I’m happy when we get off the jet ski and I race him to the beach
where I plunge into the water to cool my heated skin. The roar of that machine
beneath me and half naked Liam in front of me had me hot in more ways than one.
We frolic in the water like for a while, kissing and stroking each other under
the water. He drags me out of the water when I get way too caught up in the
moment. Not wanting to be exposed on a public beach he reprimands me for my
bold tactics and brands me a nympho. He should blame himself for looking so
damn gorgeous. All those wet rippling muscles tempting me beyond my limits.

Other
than our fight Friday night and the little incident with Liam’s dad the next
morning the weekend turned out to be one of the best since moving here. I’m
almost saddened that we have to return to normal life tomorrow. Liam is
everything I never wanted but everything I ever needed.

Oh…and
we drove my new car around today. Liam was right. 
I LOVE THAT CAR!

Isabella

“Good
morning Lillian,” I chirp cheerfully, bouncing through my reception area.

“Well
aren’t we just glowing today,” she beams at me. I stop in front of her desk
leaning against the shiny white top. We’ve become really close in the past
weeks. She’s a dynamo at her job and a great person to have in my corner.

“Is
that Isabella I hear out here?” Rich rounds the corner waving a magazine at me.
He leans over the desk next to me looking at Lillian. “Just when I thought we
were all good friends here I have to find out about Isabella and the boss from
a gossip rag.” He glares at me humorously, jamming a picture of Liam and me
gracing the front cover of Bared Weekly.

Heat
rushes to my face as I snatch the magazine from his hand. The picture is of
Liam and I in the water with my legs wrapped around his waist and my tongue
shoved down his throat. The headline reads
Millionaire Bachelor Maddox’s
Next Acquisition.
I turn away rummaging through the pages till I get to the
article of us and skim it quickly. Apparently I came between him and Arianna,
who quotes in the magazine that I stole Liam from her and that her relationship
with him will remain solid when he realizes how much slut that I am. She
actually called me a slut. My heart races just thinking of how many people will
read this lie. My name is in bold prints under a picture of Liam carrying me on
his back off the beach. There are several other pictures taken during what we
thought was a quiet day out. The privacy and tranquility I felt yesterday now
violated by some camera man intruding on my treasured moments.