"Amelia. I was just teasing, you don't have to answer, I have got an imagination, you know. Wait, why do you look like you are about to start hyperventilating?...oh shit."Ashley rushes to my side and starts massaging my back with gentle strokes and asking me to take deep breaths.I told my stepfather I loved him. I have been fucking my mother's husband. My mother who is dead. My mother who never once treated me like a daughter because she didn't want to be a mother. He said they were separated before she died but what difference does that make?I told him I loved him! Oh God. This is bad. I shouldn't have agreed to come back. What was I thinking? I don't even remember how he convinced me. I should have stood my ground knowing I had more to lose. I had something precious to protect. Myself. For fuck's sake, I have loved that man since I laid eyes on him.I dismissed it at first as a silly teenage crush. Then it was a rebellion against my mother whom I was never enough for. I felt good
"Hey, Amelia." Tyler stops me before I get in the elevator. I turn around to give him a small smile and he walks up to me, blocking my path. My stomach tightens with an unexplained apprehension as I meet his wild bright blue eyes. I can't believe I used to think they were innocent and gorgeous."Hi, you are back." I say, my smile frozen on my lips. Without Ashley, I can't help the weirdness between us."Yeah." He says, still standing in my way, the elevator light blinks indicating that it is about to close."Oh okay. I better get that." I say gesturing to the elevator that is now closing slowly. Tyler turns to look at it like he is seeing it for the first time."Going up to see your stepdad?"The words hit me like whiplash. I know everyone already knows my connection to Linc at this point, and I no longer worry about it. But the way Tyler says it, the obvious ugly scorn when he phrases the words. I look up at him and my stomach tightens even more at the cold look in his soulless eyes.
Tyler's laugh is something that will haunt me forever. He looks down at the pieces of the phone on the ground and then he looks up at me, his mouth opens slowly as he lets out the ugliest laugh I have ever heard, echoing off the walls of the parking space."You stupid fucking bitch." He cackles more. I step further away from him, feeling reckless that I even followed him down here alone. I have no idea what he is capable of."You really think smashing my phone solves your problem? You have only worsened the situation. You would pay for that. I will make sure of it." He takes a step forward toward me and every single muscle of my body screams for me to run. But I plant my feet down and stay rooted. He can't hurt me fatally. Somehow, his cold calculating eyes assure me of that."I have so many copies of that video across different devices, it would spread across the fucking planet if I want it to. It is actually insulting to think that I would be dumb enough to have it on just one devic
"I want to finish college on full scholarship. I want my already existing college loans settled. I don't care how you get the money from him, but I know you would. And can. If he questions you, you can just offer yourself up to him. That is how things work between you right?"My skin crawls at the ugly scowl on Tyler's face. I don't know what stings more, the fact that he is being unreasonable with these demands and I can't tell him that, or how he has twisted what I had with Linc into some dirty affair. Had. Because obviously, whatever it was is all done now. There is no going back from this.His cold eyes cloud over and he takes a step towards me, I flinch backwards, "I need you to answer when I ask you a fucking question." He says, looking me up and down like he is thinking about which part of my body he can hit without leaving a mark. I feel sick."No, that is not how things work between us." I say through gritted teeth."Oh really? I am curious then. Tell me." His eyes flash and
Linc Dmitri POV::Amelia didn't show up yesterday. I didn't call Marcus to check. I felt she still didn't feel ready to see me yet. And then I got busy. She stayed on my mind all throughout, but I didn't reach out to find her. She needs space, I will give her space."Hello, boss." Marcus's voice comes on the call.There is only so much space I can give her. I miss her. I don't mind brushing that whole situation aside if that is what she wants. It is probably just something she said without meaning to. She was in the throes of an orgasm I gave her, of course she slipped up. I can excuse it."Marcus. I didn't see Amelia yesterday." I say sternly. I know he told her about my request but she refused."Oh! I told her to see you and she left. I thought she left with you. She didn't come back after." Marcus says, sounding as puzzled as I am feeling."She left the firm after coming back from lunch and didn't return?" I ask just to be sure."Yes. All three of them actually. Ashley and Tyler. I
Ameila POV::"Ameila."I fucking freeze on the spot. I was just on my way to the kitchen to check out the breakfast Ashley made before she left because I have gotten dizzy with hunger. She couldn't get me to come out of my room for dinner yesterday. I couldn't manage it. I was a wreck. I stayed holed up in my room all day."Amelia, I know you are in there." Linc's deep baritone at my door makes my knees go weak. My breath rushes out of me at the obvious anger in his tone. What is going on?I ignored his calls when they came in about half an hour ago, but that can't be why he is at my door angry as a bull. I walk up to the door. And then I turn my back against it, resting on the cold metal, and then I am sliding down because my knees are fucking mush, just at the sound of his damn voice. I can't hold my weight up.What the hell is he doing here? What is this about? We haven't seen or talked since I ran out of his office that night after my sleepy confession but so what? We have gone we
There is no room for talking as our mouths fight for dominance over the other, clashing tongue and teeth and lips and moans and I cling to him, wanting more, more in spite of the fact that I can never get over the high he takes me on with each expert swipe of his tongue against mine. It feels like a lifetime has passed since we were last together like this and yet it feels like we never stopped. Like the past few days away from this all consuming fire between us never happened. Was just a second pause.Somehow we find ourselves in my bedroom and I pull away from him for the split second it takes to get rid of my clothes, his dark eyes watch me in the brightly lit space of my bedroom, the high rise windows bathe the room with natural lighting. The naked hunger in his eyes only makes me want him more. I don't want to think. I just want to feel and Linc is more than capable of giving me that.With a finger I push him onto the bed, he falls back without lifting his eyes from mine, his wet
Missionary is the go-to sexual position for a reason. It is too damned intimate. I feel everything so deeply, so intensely that it takes my breath away being buried underneath Linc like this.He starts moving slowly, gently, and working up a rhythm that feels like a dance. I didn't know his hips could move like that, but he is determined to make it last and feel good to me since it is all I have asked for since he barged in."Linc. Fuck. That feels... there...oh my God!" My hands scratch down the rippling muscles of his back, his hips rotating as he pumps into me, I feel him deep inside, he is all I can feel, all I can see even with my eyes closed, all I can hear, the low moaning escaping his lips, and it is too much. Intense on a level I didn't know was even possible without losing your mind.I grab his firm ass, my thighs buck around his waist as I take him in, inch by inch, he is buried so deep inside me, I feel like we are one. Conjoined in the best way possible."You like that?"
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence