DEFY (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 8) (6 page)

Wanted him, in any and every possible
way.

Cullen pushed the tip of his penis
against her, rubbing it and sliding it around.

Ivy moaned in her throat.
 
It did feel good.
 
She was surprised that she was getting
so turned on by this.

But Cullen could turn her on no matter
what he chose to do, it seemed.
 
He
was just a magnet and his sexiness was completely beyond her understanding.

He pressed harder, creating pressure, and
slowly, slowly, she began to spread for him.

“Rub your pussy,” he commanded her, as
his hips pressed forward.

Ivy did as he told her to do, pushing her
fingers into her wet folds and rubbing her own pussy.
 
Her legs shook as she dropped her head
and closed her eyes.

Cullen was pushing into her asshole now,
fucking her ass with his huge shaft.
 
“My cock is already wet with your pussy juice,” he told her.
 
“So now I can slide right into your
tight little asshole.
 
Isn’t that
right?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding obediently.

“Good girl,” he said.
 
“Take me deep.”
 
He slid in further, and soon, she was
taking him all the way.

Ivy cried out.
 
There was some pain, but not as much as
she’d expected.
 
Maybe she was just
in such a heightened state of pleasure—whatever the case, it felt good.

And Cullen was really fucking her now.

He slid in and out, as she buried her
face into the couch cushions and let him do it.

Soon, she was coming again as she rubbed
her own wet clit.

Cullen spanked her ass cheeks, grabbed
her hips.
 
“You’re mine.
 
You’re my wife.
 
Say it.”

“I’m your wife,” she gasped.

“And what else?” he demanded, as his
stiff cock fucked her slick asshole.

“I’m yours.
 
You can do whatever you want to me,
Sir.”

“That’s right.
 
And you’re going to learn to be better
and obey me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mister Sharpe.”

“I’m going to come on your asshole now,”
He told her.

“Please come all over my asshole, Mister
Sharpe.
 
Please.
 
I deserve it.”
 

“Grab your ass and spread it while I
shoot my load.
 
Do it now.”
 
He pulled his cock out and began
stroking his shaft quickly.

Ivy did as she was told, grabbing her own
buttocks and spreading them.

She looked back over her shoulder so she
could watch him do it.
 
And then she
saw him spurting, and she felt the hot, thick ropes of cum splattering all over
her butt cheeks and covering her anus.

He pressed his cock against her and
started to slowly fuck her ass again.
 
“I own you.
 
I own every bit
of you,” he told her.
 
“Don’t ever
forget it.”

***

They spent the night together in her
apartment.

Both of them had showered, and then they
went to sleep in her bed, naked, Cullen holding her close.

Ivy fell into the deepest, most peaceful
slumber she’d had in days.
 
Maybe in forever.

When she woke up early that next morning,
Cullen was stroking her hair and looking at her, as the tips of his fingers
made circles on her back.

“How long have you been up?” she
murmured.

“Long enough,” he said softly, smiling.

“I don’t know what the hell we’re doing,”
she said.

“I do,” he replied.

She sat up now, looking at him
carefully.
 
“What we did last
night…”

“Was amazing,” he finished.

She laughed.
 
“Cullen, I’m serious.
 
This isn’t normal.
 
It’s not okay.”

“Who cares about being normal?”

“We’re supposed to be getting a divorce…”

“Annulment,” he corrected her.

“Whatever,” Ivy said.
 
“We aren’t supposed to be sleeping
together anymore.
 
I made a
mistake.”

Now it was Cullen’s turn to sit up
straighter.
 
“It wasn’t a
mistake.
 
I don’t want to lose you
again, Ivy.”

She shook her head.
 
“But this can’t work.
 
Don’t you see that?”

“Tell me why.”

“Because, you won’t let me have any power
in this relationship.”

“Bullshit.”

Her eyes widened.
 
“I’m not going to be a doormat
anymore.
 
I won’t do it.
 
Just because you take control of me
sexually doesn’t mean you can treat me like I’m not an equal partner in this
relationship.”

Cullen smiled.
 
“So we’re negotiating?”

“No,” she said.
 
“No negotiation.
 
If you really want to be with me, then
you’re going to give into my demands for once.”

He folded his arms and his smile
faded.
 
“Tell me your demands.”

Ivy thought about it and realized that
she knew exactly what her demands were, even though she’d never spent much time
considering them.
 
“I don’t want to
sign that pre-nuptial agreement.”

“Post-nup, but fine,” he replied.
 
“It’s gone.”

“I want you to announce our marriage
formally, just like normal people do.
 
I want the world to know.
 
I
refuse to feel like you’re ashamed of me.”

Cullen nodded.
 
“Continue.”

“I want you to meet my mother.
 
She’s important to me and she has to
know who you are.”

“Absolutely.
 
I want to meet the woman that gave birth
to the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

Ivy rolled her eyes.
 
“Nice try.”

“I’m being serious,” he said, his cool
blue eyes locked on her.

“And I want to meet your family, too.”

His eyes dimmed.
 
“My brother is insane and my father’s on
the run from so many governments that I can hardly keep track.”

“I don’t care.
 
We need to make it happen, one way or
another.”

Cullen considered all of this very
carefully before finally responding.
 
“I think we can arrange something,” he said.
 
But his lips had tightened and his eyes
were wary.

Ivy couldn’t believe he’d just agreed to
everything so quickly.
 
Her heart
was racing.
 

“You need to put your rings back on,” he
said.
 
“Immediately.”

“Of course,” she said, slowly, her
expression still a little troubled as she thought of one last thing.

“What is it?” he said.
 
“You’re not happy with me agreeing to
everything?
 
What more can there possibly
be?”

Ivy smiled, but now she was more
frightened then ever.
 
“There is one
other problem.
 
Not a problem,
exactly…”

“Out with it,” Cullen said
impatiently.
 
“I can’t stand the
beating around the bush.”

“Well, I need to know that…that there’s a
chance…” She bit her lower lip and now her eyes were tearing up.
 
She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
 
It was too painful, the thought of being
rejected.

Cullen reached out and stroked her
cheek.
 
“You know that I love you,”
he said.

Ivy couldn’t believe that he’d just said
the words.
 
She swallowed, the lump
in her throat enormous.
 
“You’re not
just saying it, are you?”

“I don’t ever just say anything,” he
replied, his eyes not wavering.
 

Ivy nodded, and now she was crying, as
she fell into his arms.
 
Cullen
wrapped himself around her as she sobbed.

“I thought this was a good thing,” he
said, sounding confused.

“It is,” she cried.
 
“It is.”
 
She cried and smiled, as the relief
washed through her.
 
“I love you
too,” she whispered.
 
“I just didn’t
know if you felt the same way.”

“Of course I do,” he told her.
 
“Don’t you know that by now?”

***

They held one another for a very long
time, and then somehow drifted back to sleep together, their naked bodies
entwined, everything so relaxed and calm and perfect.

Ivy drifted in and out of consciousness.

This
might be the happiest moment of my life
, she thought during one waking moment.
 
No,
there isn’t any might about it.
 
This is the happiest moment of my life.

Cullen’s warmth, his breath,
touch—his taste, his words.

Everything he was.
 
Everything he might become.

Everything he had given her, she now
could admit was exactly what she wanted.

And for the first time ever, she could
imagine a shared life being built together.

Cullen Sharpe had finally given her what
she’d asked for.
 
It had been
somehow easier for her to accept than she ever could’ve imagined.

Suddenly, the apartment buzzer was ringing,
pulling her out of her half-awake, half-asleep state of awareness.

The buzz came again and both of them sat
up in bed.
 
“Are you expecting
someone?” Cullen asked, and Ivy shook her head no.

They got quickly out of bed as the buzzer
rang shrilly again and again.

Ivy threw on a pair of pants and a
t-shirt, quickly, running to the hall and answering the intercom as it buzzed
again.
 
“Hello?” she asked.

“Boston Police.
 
Let us in immediately.”

Ivy grabbed her stomach and turned to
look as Cullen, still zipping his pants, walking towards her in the hall.
 
“Tell them you’re not letting them in
without a search warrant,” he said.

“I can’t tell them no,” she said, shocked
at the suggestion.

Cullen went to the buzzer and pressed the
intercom.
 
“We didn’t call the
police,” he said.
 
“And we’d prefer
not to let you in.”

“Is this Cullen Sharpe?” the policeman
replied.

Cullen’s face went slightly pale.
 
“I’m not at liberty to respond.”
 
He took out his phone and began calling
someone.

“What’s going on?” Ivy whispered.

“Try and stall for time,” he muttered,
putting the cell to his ear.

“This is your last warning,” the voice
spoke through the intercom.
 
“Let us
in or we’ll break down the door and arrest anyone inside this apartment for disorderly
conduct and obstruction.”

“I have to buzz them in,” Ivy told him,
and then she buzzed them in.

Her body had gone completely numb.

Cullen was on the phone, talking at a
rapid-fire pace.
 
“You better get
down here, quick,” he said into the phone.
 
“The police are here and I don’t know…”

Ivy heard footsteps, what sounded like
dozens of them—almost as loud as a herd of elephants outside her
door—and then loud pounding on the door itself.

“Police, open up!” came the loud,
intimidating shout.

Ivy unlocked the door.

There were nearly a dozen police outside
in the hall and coming up the stairs.
 
The ones in front had their weapons drawn.
 
“Ma’am, is Cullen Sharpe inside?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

Cullen was still on his cell.
 
“I have my lawyer on the line,” he told
them.
 
“I’d like to know what’s
going on.”

One of the police emerged, a pair of
handcuffs at the ready.
 
“Cullen
Sharpe?”

“Yes,” Cullen said.

“By the authority of the state of
Massachusetts, you are hereby under arrest for the crime of negligent homicide.”