Descent From Grace: A Luxe Novella Book 1.5 (21 page)

  “Fuck me,” she begged and reached to her shoulder grabbing his hand and pulling it to her throat.

Ian’s hand went hesitantly lax, but she gave it a squeeze, showing she wanted it. As he choked her, she cried out while a gushing orgasm ripped through her once again. When he felt the flow of her orgasm, he had what felt like another orgasm but with more intensity and no release.

Collapsing over her, he pushed her to the side so he didn’t smash her beneath him.

  “Fuck, Lily,” he groaned.

It was the strangest feeling he’d ever experienced. The guilt from being rough with her mixed with the pleasure from it caused his overwhelming buildup that didn’t feel released, but felt amazing nonetheless.

  “Mmm, baby.” She grabbed his hand.
  “I need you so much,” he panted, pulling her hand to his lips. She purred out a relaxed hum, closing her eyes. He quickly rolled to face her. “Fuck me again.” He couldn’t get enough of her.

It wasn’t the same feeling he had when he fucked Karen; that was being unsatisfied. This was the need to feel all of Lilith and keep her as close as possible.

She let out a chuckle and glanced down to his cock that remained hard.

She mumbled, “Baby, I’m exhausted.”
  “Lily, I need you.” He frantically kissed her chin and lips. “So much, you have no idea.”
Not stopping him until it finally hit her something was wrong, she put her hand to his chest. “Ian.” Her eyes looked sad. “What’s wrong?”
  “Marry me Monday. Please. Just fucking marry me right now.” His tone was unnerving.

The sudden change in his demeanor reminded her of Sloan the day he tried to rape her. It scared her; she knew it’d never happen with Ian, but having that reminder thrust her into a bad place.
Letting out an uncomfortable laugh, she said, “Ian, stop.” 

  “Please marry me.”
  “I’m going to marry you. What’s wrong with you?”

He all of a sudden wanted to tell her about Heidi. He had no idea where it was all coming from and he couldn’t blame it on being drunk. There was an overwhelming need to be as close to her as possible. No secrets, no barriers, no one else getting between them.

His echoes surround

I’m painfully in love with her and I don’t think this is how I should feel. I don’t know if I feel guilty about Heidi, but I just feel like I should tell her. I don’t, I can’t, she may freak out and right now I don’t want that. I need to be in her arms; I’d let her smother me to death right now.

That orgasm I had is unexplainable. I don’t even know what that was, it was borderline pleasure and pain because of the extreme buildup, but I don’t even think I came. 

She pulls me into her arms and I start peeling her out of her dress. I didn’t get to feel her skin on mine because I wanted her to leave the dress on and now I’m regretting that. I push it to her feet then reach down and throw it to the floor. When I pull her to me, I can feel she’s pressed flush against me, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Maybe if I cover us up.

I’m still kneading at her and pulling to get her closer and when I look into her face, I can see I’m scaring her. Going suddenly still, I stare at her, not sure what my face is portraying, but I want it to say ‘please never leave me’. When she pulls her eyes away, she puts her arm under my neck and pulls my cheek to her chest. She’s holding me tightly and starts scratching my scalp; she knows how to get me to sleep.

I dream all night. Mostly about Heidi, and when I wake up I feel even more guilt. I kiss Lily repeatedly until she wakes and starts to giggle; I love that fucking sound. The need to be inside her right now has me pulling her on top of me and I push my hard cock into her leg, hoping she takes initiative, but she flips off me and runs to the bathroom. Fuck.

The clock says it’s after eleven. Shit, I want to fuck and sleep. I don’t care about anything else today. When I hear Ashley scream my name, I groan and pull on shorts before going into the living room. I forgot about our guests. Caesar and Renee are coming down the stairs and Heidi is sitting at the counter, staring at me. I have the urge to put a shirt on, but I just want them gone.
  “What!” I snap when Ashley doesn’t say anything.
  “That twat won’t stop calling your phone. I’ve been listening to it go off since seven this fucking morning!”

I snatch my phone from her hand. Karen has been the furthest thing from my mind. Shit, I forgot about Trinity. Deciding the back porch is my only privacy, I head out the back door; it’s fucking freezing, but I’ve already dialed Karen’s number.
  “Where the fuck are you, Ian!” she growls and sounds damn mean.
We had a huge fight yesterday and it ended with her taking a swing at me and getting me in the throat.

  “Did you think I’d go home with you there, Kare?” I shout.

  “I thought we talked this through already?” she whines.

At this very moment I want to tell her to fucking leave and never come back. All I’m thinking about is Lily. I fucking love Lily. I’m aimlessly wandering the patio, freezing my balls off and I glance into the house where Heidi’s still watching me. Lily comes from the bedroom and stops behind Heidi. This damn girl is fucking trouble and I want nothing to do with her.

  “Ian!” Karen screams. She’s been talking, but I wasn’t listening.

  “I won’t be home today. I need space—”
  “Space!” she howls making me wince. “We’ve barely spent time together!”
  “Karen!”

With Heidi still staring at me and Lily standing behind her, watching her, rage starts to build up inside me.

I’m fucking freezing! And Karen! Fuck!

  “Okay, babe.” She’s given up.

  “Just go home. I’ll call you later or something,” I mutter.
  “I love you.”
  “Love you too.” I hang up and slide the door open then beeline to Lily, wrapping my arms around her from behind and I can’t stop kissing her neck.

I don’t want to stop and I want Heidi to see. I want them all to see and get the fuck out. She’s holding onto my arms, giggling as I attack her neck and I’m pretty sure she wants what I want right now.

I pat her ass. “Back to bed.” Guiding Lily toward the bedroom, I say over my shoulder, “Get the fuck out of my house.”

I have Lily in the bedroom and almost to the bed when there’s a knock at the door. With a growl, I pull it open and Ashley looks pissed.

  “Me and Lily have shit to do today.”
  “Not today.” I shake my head no.
  “Yes, we have work to do.”
  “Please not today.” I can’t believe I’m genuinely begging her; she’s even shocked.
After a brief pause from shock, she huffs, “You’re so pathetic.”
Before I close the door in her face, I see Heidi over her shoulder, very provocatively, very wrongly eating a banana.

I slam the door and spin to Lily. “Heidi watched us fuck,” I blurt.

  “What?” She’s confused.
Fuck! I want to take that back.

  “Last night, she watched us have sex. The door was open a crack and when we finished, I saw her standing there.”
  “Doing what!” she snapped. I can’t look at her. “Doing what, Ian?” She sounds more pissed than confused; I don’t need to look at her for confirmation, I can hear it in her tone. “Ian!” she snaps.

  “Touching herself!” I blurt, sounding like a teenaged boy who caught the hot neighbor masturbating in the window or something. “I wanted to tell you last night, but I didn’t want you to get upset,” I guiltily lie.

  “So you figured tell me now? I thought you were bringing me in here so we can have sex!” She’s really pissed and she’s now headed toward the door.

Oh shit, I didn’t expect her to confront the crazy bitch. Fuck, I don’t want this girl to attack my pregnant wife.

  “Lily.” I reach out for her hand to stop her, but she’s already slipped out the door.

They’re all on the way out the front door and I grab Lily before she can follow them; I pin her to the wall.
  “What’re you gonna do?” I scoff at her. “You’re gonna get hurt.”
  “Screw you!” She tries to push me away, but I hold her to the wall wanting to fuck her right here.

She’s undeniably cute when she’s angry; her face gets red and her eyes go so wide they can’t look angry. I can’t help myself, I push my mouth to hers. She’s fighting with me, but I don’t stop. Still fighting, she’s getting more aggressive, but I have her wrists to the wall and my hip pinned to her stomach. I’m forcing her to kiss me while she keeps trying to turn her head. She lets out this noise, bringing me back to reality. Fuck! What the hell am I doing?

I let her go and step back. She shoves me into the opposite wall and I wait for her to hit me; I don’t even raise my arms to block my face because I deserve it. I don’t know why I did that and I feel like an asshole. Afraid she’s going to leave, I’m so freaked out I can’t even say anything. I flinch when she comes toward me, but she doesn’t hit me, she jumps on me and forces her tongue into my mouth. Her legs wrap around me and I grab her ass to hold her up. She’s biting and clawing. I fucking need this. Not even making it to the bedroom, I set her on the counter pulling her to the ledge. I rip her shorts off and bury my face between her legs feeling sedation come over me as her taste fills my mouth. I fucking need all of her, as much as I can get.

*LUXE*

The dread of Tuesday made him aloof Monday, but at three o’clock it hit him like a ton of bricks.

  “Ian.” Karen whipped around the corner into his office, startling him to a jump. “What is going on with you?” She glared at him; his oddity throughout the day made her suspicious.

  “I won’t be in the office the rest of the week,” he blurted, standing.

  “What?” she scoffed.
  “Hold my calls. No work calls.”
Disfiguring anger took over her face. “What are you doing?”
Loosening his tie, he began shutting his computer down and said, “I’ll call you later. Have Tash give you a ride.”

Closing the door, Karen approached his desk. “Are you cheating on me?” Her tone was calm.
  “A week vacation means I’m cheating?” He didn’t look up from organizing his desk.

  “Trinity said you were at the club with a woman Saturday.”
  “I was at the club with several women. And men.”
  “A woman from work.” She spoke unsettlingly calm.

  “Trinity was also drunk. Ashley had a few of her friends there. I’ll get ahold of you later. I have to take care of some shit.”
  “Know who I saw this morning?” Her voice quickly morphed to a chipper coo. Ian looked up at her. “That guy Sloan. The one that was dating the new girl Lily.”

Ian stared at her, fighting back panic. “And?” He shrugged indifferently.

  “He was being arrested.” She chuckled. “What’s up with him? You talk to him or Lily?”
  “No, neither. Not since her last job.” He pushed his cellphone into his coat’s inner pocket. Walking around the desk, he put his knuckles to her cheek and swiped his finger down. “I’ll try and make some time this week.” After kissing her cheek he walked to the office door, waiting for her to exit.

Stepping into the hallway, she asked, “Are you breaking up with me?”

He knew that tone, that was her I’m going to do something crazy tone.
  “No, Kare.” He remained passive and locked his office door behind him.

  “Something’s going on with you,” she quietly replied while staring at him with worry.
  “There’s a lot going on with me and I’m going to get it straightened out this week. I want you on the desk all week. Tash needs to be working.”
They walked into the receptionist lobby together; she stared at him with a look of betrayal.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You haven’t even mentioned this to me,” she whispered.

Tash’s ears perked up, but she continued to look busy. He pulled Karen to the elevator.

  “You deal with your problems your way, I’ll deal my way.”
On the verge of tears, she whined, “But what are your problems? What aren’t you telling me?”

  “I’ll call you when I can.” He kissed her forehead, ignoring her emotions. On his way down, his cellphone rang. “Karen,” he answered with clear disdain.

  “It’s Tash. I have Justin Borg insisting on talking to you, but I didn’t know when to tell him you’d be back. Are you headed to lunch?”

  “I’m off all week. What’s he want?”
  “Uh,” she chuckled at the stupid question. “A date Saturday. He’s insisting on Lily. I tried to get Bethany something ‘cause she hasn’t worked since last week.”

  “I’ll call him. No calls, all week.”
  “Ok, Mr. J.” She hung up and grinned, knowing something was going on because Karen was crying in the bathroom.

  “Ian Jacks for Justin Borg please.”

  “Jacks,” Justin answered less than a minute later.

  “What’s on the menu?”
  “A little Lilith.”
  “She’s off all week.”
  “She said until Thursday and I don’t need her until Saturday.”
Annoyed, Ian let out a quiet huff. “Let me clear it with her then she’s all yours.”

  “Oh eh, Ian. What’s her rate, man?”
  “She won’t have any sexual contact and she’s only available about two hours at a time, so she’s running about two an hour.”
  “Two grand a hour and she’s only available for two hours? She worked a party for about five hours the other night.”
  “Did she? I’m pretty sure it was three.”
  “I watched her for almost five hours, man. I’ll pay the two a hour, but I want longer than two hours.”