Darcy Something was different with Rhys. He stared at me all through and didn't look away even when I caught him. I didn't know how that made me feel. First, he had called me beautiful when he was supposed to be pissed at me. It didn't make sense as I could still remember the rage in his eyes. I had never seen him that pissed and it was like seeing a different him. Now here he sat in front of me, being all different and I could only wonder if he was truly bipolar or if it was something else.“Your eyes are sparkling,” Rhys suddenly said, breaking whatever spell he had cast on me.I stared at him blankly, blinking away the daze I'd been in.“You've got stars in your eyes” he commented, “Do you even know you're doing that?” He sounded amused now and for some reason, the sight of it caused butterflies to flit through my belly. This was so strange, I could feel myself blushing but I tried hard to ignore it.“No, I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing” I replied, trying to sound nonchalan
RhysI resumed kissing her, I could taste myself on her lips and she kissed me back eagerly. None of my brain cells were working, she tasted intoxicating and I needed to drown myself In her honey pot.I allowed my mouth to wander, leaving fresh trails of hickeys on her. I loved the feeling of skin against skin, I let our tongues dance together once more, and I let her taste my essence all over her throat, in between her breasts, between her thighs...everywhere it felt good, she responded with moans, moans I wanted to listen to over and over again. She moaned louder when I pulled away to look down at her and her breathing became unsteady and ragged. She looked beautiful at that moment, so fucking beautiful. ‘Do you know how many times I have dreamt of you like this?’ I said softly. I couldn't stop staring at her, looking into her eyes and memorizing every feature, every detail. She blushed as always. I felt her tiny hands around my cock, stroking my length slowly, making me shiver in
Darcy I was sure I was going to pass out from overstimulation if he fucked me more, yet I wanted all of it, my body and soul had never experienced anything like this, it came alive under his touch the way nothing ever could, and I wanted everything that man had to give me, even if it meant losing myself in a haze. It was exhilarating and terrifying, and incredible. And I thought I had known pain before. When Rhys pulled out of me, I was a sobbing mess, my knees felt weak from exhaustion, and my pussy felt wetter than it had ever felt but it was sore. Rhys had fucked me so hard that I lost count of how many times I came. The only thing that kept me awake now was the echoes of his voice, as he caressed my breasts while kissing my tears away, it turned me on greatly, sending more wetness to my still-wet pussy but I knew better not to ask for more.His hands found their way to my hair, it made me sleepy.“Tired?” he asked.I nodded, feeling too weak to talk.“Want to have a bath first?”
RhysAfter I left Tessa’s room, I couldn’t seem to make it past the hallway again because I craved her and we went through it all over again. The next morning, the reality of what we had done washed over us, the memories flooding through my mind, leaving her wide-eyed and confused. She sat up, turning her attention towards me as she stared deeply into my eyes, searching for an answer. She didn't have to say anything because I knew what she was asking.“Hi?” She whispered.“Hi,” I whispered back.Then the moments of uncomfortable silence followed. We just stared at each other, neither of us sure where to start. I could see the thoughts and questions racing in her mind, wanting answers, but unsure if I'd be able to provide any at that moment.“Um that was nice, thank you?” it came out like a question from her lips, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, and I just sighed. She looked adorable.But why did I feel guilty? I hated feeling guilty, I hated being responsible for anyone, I
DarcyI couldn't believe I had let that happen. It wasn't like me to lose control like that , but it just happened. It felt like we were in the middle of a movie set – and we had just finished playing out one scene, and all of a sudden it was raining hard.I couldn't have been so stupid! I had begged him to touch me, I had screamed out his name over and over again last night while he slammed into me like an animal possessed. And now that I had finally gotten what I wanted… he had to say that.Shame washed over me , and tears stung my eyes as I walked down the street, trying to keep from crying in public. I could not believe this – not after everything we had done last night. But when I thought about how it had ended, my insides turned to ice.I didn't know what I was thinking, maybe that I had seen some level of vulnerability from him? But he was Rhys Madigan, the famous playboy, the one who had kissed another woman even though our marriage was fake. Why was I surprised that he woul
Darcy I looked around me and back to my phone again but there was no sign of anything being off. The windows of my room wove in and out of the grey concrete walls surrounding me like the branches of a large tree. I stared at the window. How did this person know this? No one knew anything about me, not even Vincent and Cory.So this time, as much as it pained me to admit it, I didn't think it was them.I looked at the picture again, it was a photo of our home, the place that held memories including the ones I wanted to forget.Who knew who I really was? How did they find this place? And why? Could it have been Rhys? But why would he go through all of this stress? Rhys couldn't do that, right?What was happening with me? I had lost focus on getting back my child and then this? I didn't hear the door to my room open until someone tapped me. I jumped up, afraid.“Why are you so jumpy?" Rhys Demanded softly. "You startled me!" I exclaimed as if it was not enough reason. Why was here?
Darcy “Let me go!” I spat out and there wasn’t any anger behind it anymore, just the desperate fear of being trapped here forever, locked in with no grip on myself. I wanted it but I could also lose myself at once and I didn't want that.“How long are you going to keep running away from me?” Rhys’s breath fanned my face and his words were low, husky like when he was aroused. That was what this was about then. The chase. “Are you afraid to be around me? Or are you afraid of how much I will make you scream in pleasure” He watched my pupils dilate, and my lips form a small line as I swallowed. His hands gripped me tighter but there was still distance between them, an inch at most. I needed him to touch me more and yet he couldn’t. I knew why. “Get off me” I pushed his hands away and he pulled back immediately. I took advantage of the slight break in contact to slip away from his grasp, leaving a wide gap between us before walking out of the door. He didn't stop me this time.Today, C
Unknown Pov“Hello madam Margaret” I went back to see her again and from the look of things, she wasn't pleased to see me. The last time we did business together, she thought she was underpaid. But I thought she was just a greedy old hag.“You are here” her tone was cold and clipped. “What brings you here today?” The room was quiet and as if it had no one in it other than the two of us. It felt like a funeral room. I could feel a slight tremor in my hand when I placed it on the table. Her eyes flickered towards mine and then away.There were girls in the room, her girls and maybe one day she'll sell them off like she did with the last batch as well.The thought alone sent anger flowing through my veins like acid in water and the urge to tear into something became overwhelming. My fists clenched tightly at my sides, threatening to crack open a fingernail with how hard they were clenching. Why was I pissed? She could do all she wanted.“Ladies!” Madam Margaret clapped her hands and the
Vincent“That's not possible, that can't be! You had one job to do and you couldnt do it?” I yelled into the phone, my voice sounding like it was coming from a great distance because I had been screaming for what must have been an hour now, which, of course, wasn't possible as I hadn't left work until ten minutes ago. “And why couldn't you do it? Because you got distracted? Because you are too much of a coward?” I asked, getting frustrated that this time someone else was taking credit for this mistake. “Get off my phone” I said before slamming it down on the table in front of me.Shit! Shit! Bloody hell.I quickly tried change into something. Cory came in and saw me, looking like I just ran a marathon while I kept going through my closet.“What is going on?”“That old bastard just regained consciousness and I need to get there on time before anyone does” I said frantically throwing anything I could into a bag.“Why? What happened?”“I'm trying to stop him from saying more”“Shit, I a
Darcy“Someone has been leaving me pictures of Darcy, she used to be Vincent's wife or something like that, I don't know”All the color drained from my face. “What pictures?” I didn't want my voice to sound too desperate but it did when I continued, “Are they still in your house?” I asked, hoping he'd let this go on for a while longer, I needed time to gather some kind of plan, but he simply nodded.“It's my mess, I will take care of it” He insisted. He was already turning around, walking down the hall and back out the door. My mind was running at full speed with all sorts of things and I couldn't just sit here anymore. What if he found out? What do I do? Where would I go? Would anyone help me? The breakfast Claire served me tasted plain and tasteless. It was hard to swallow because of my pounding heart, but my eyes were dry. She gave me a worried look. “You don't like it? I can make you something else” She suggested, but my stomach turned as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
Darcy“Why did you decide to keep the baby?” Rhys suddenly asked, and all of a sudden the room was so quiet it sounded like thunder. “I don't know” I lied.But I knew, I thought maybe, just maybe the universe was giving me another chance with this child, since it knew I had completely lost any chance at being a mother to the first one. Yet my heart was skipping against my chest with fear, I tried to calm myself down with calming breaths while trying to keep it all inside my skin. I shook my head, as if trying to shake the image of losing this child away from my mind.With my heightened senses and the memory of a particular scent that lingered in my mind, a scent I could not trace, a scent that seemed far away from me yet close.“Tessa?”I yelped. I spun around too quickly on the bed and almost slipped and fell right then and there. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist stopping me from falling.“Tessa?” Rhys called again.But I was trying to get a grip on my thoughts, my mind was
RhysI smirked, this was how she wanted us to play, then I was so game already.I slid my pants down my hips and kicked them aside. My cock sprung fully free, stretching out, glistening with precome, and my balls tightened, begging to be touched.Tessa moaned.I lowered myself onto my knees between her legs, running my fingers through her long, wet hair, and kissed her deeply.My cock pulsed, demanding attention.She groaned in pleasure as my mouth continued to kiss and suck down her neck, while my hands went further down her body, caressing her soft flesh in a sensual manner.She grabbed hold of my ass cheeks as I sucked at her tender breasts, rolling my tongue around them until I heard her squirm in excitement.She wrapped her thighs around me, urging me towards her entrance, moaning as I entered her.I groaned, as I held steady inside her, my eyes closed tightly as my balls ached with need. Her pussy still felt tight, almost suffocating my dick. I couldn't resist, I started poundi
Rhys“Your bath is ready” I told Tessa once we returned home. I wanted to make her feel comfortable but she didn't move an inch.“Tessa” I snapped my fingers in front of her. Since we got back, something about her felt different “What!” “Your bath?” I raised an eyebrow at her“Yeah, thanks.” She mumbled and stepped inside.I watched her shiver slightly as she pulled the dress off her.I stepped out of her room to get one of the files I had forgotten in my room and when I got back Tessa still wasn't out, what was she doing in there?I know I had been hovering around her so much since the few hours I got back and she was probably tired of me. I was doing it for the baby. I was doing it for the baby, it didn't sound so convincing to me.After another few minutes, she still wasn't out, so I abandoned my files and went in.I shook my head in both relief and exasperation when I saw that she had fallen asleep in the bathtub, fully covered in the bubbles the bath had created. She seemed so
RhysAs I drove through the gates, my heart began to race again, I felt so free, so alive, my insides were ecstatic. They understand.They always understand me.After parking, Liam took his keys from me and I began to move into the house, I almost ran.What was wrong with me? felt nervous, excited, terrified.Why was I so affected by seeing Tessa again? Did she really make that big of a difference? Did I really get so attached? How could I ever explain that I missed her so badly to anyone? I was making it through the hallway when Claire's voice rang out from behind me.“Rhys! You are home!” Claire had come down the stairs. Her face lit up as soon as she caught sight of me, it was a mixture between relief and joy. “Claire” I called out, smiling at her too. Something was different about the smile she had on. It reeked of extra excitement and something else.She had her hands stretched open in front of her, it surprised me. I couldn't remember the last time we had such a moment. But I
RhysIt felt like forever since I last saw Tessa and I missed everything about her. It felt like I had forgotten the smell of home, like there was no home! Three days of torture, three days of not knowing if she was okay, if our child was okay, three days of not seeing her face, three days of not being able to hold her in my arms, three days of not being able to kiss her on the forehead, three days of not getting to feel the warmth of her body against mine. Three days of waiting.Three days of wishing to hear her voice again, her laugh.Liam had managed to convince me otherwise, I planned to leave immediately after the all-ceos meeting was over. No one was CEO yet so Vincent and I had attended- separately of course.Liam had told me how unwise it was to drive through the city in the middle of the night. I wasn’t scared, I was sure I could handle anything yet he didn't listen.“Oh my goodness, look at you!” He had one of his annoying smiles on my face.“What is wrong with me?” I was i
DarcyI believed in miracles. They were beautiful, rare things that everyone needed, it just depended if you trusted them or not. I didn't trust mine, if you were me you wouldn't trust it too. Rhys had gone on a trip after our awkward moment. He had made sure to leave an order not to let me out of sight. It explained why the guards were always a few feet away from me, pretending to be occupied by whatever they were doing.They were not so sleek, I knew they were watching me.It had been two days since he travelled and I missed him terribly and my heart ached terribly. I missed his touch, I missed his hugs and I definitely missed his kisses. It made the emptiness even more evident.Even worse than missing him I felt lost without him, my mind went blank whenever the door closed behind me, my heart ached and my body trembled in anticipation.I was losing my mind, I had lost it, it was pathetic. I had fought it for too long, in as much as I had denied it, I had to be truthful to myself f
RhysShe didn't say she loved me back or anything, she was just angry.I felt selfish for not thinking about her, for just wanting her to keep the baby.I went back into my office and worked relentlessly on the papers throwing my anger and frustration into it It helped, but not enough. My insides growled with fury, I could hear the constant bashing of my anger’s teeth, I needed to control it or it would scare Tessa. I knew she was having problems, the new news about the baby was probably making her more anxious than usual but there wasn't any need to panic. I almost let out humourless laughter at the thought of that. Here I was having the toughest mental battle and I was thinking of Tessa and the fetus. Thinking about not wanting to scare her, I didn't want to hurt her, something was welcoming about her arms, her soft warm body, I loved being close to her, she smelled like heaven and she calmed me down, no one could ever do that. No one could be as strong and brave and passionate a