14. Illiana
As my top slowly comes off, the cool air makes my sensitive nipples pebble. Fingertips glide over my left breast, tweaking the peaked bud. A strangled moan leaves my lips, and I feel wetness pool between my thighs. Lachlan presses wet open-mouthed kisses into my inner left thigh, and his scent engulfs me. Next, Lachlan gently removes my panties. The sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper going down are all I hear, aside from our harsh breaths filling the room.
Lowering his body between my thighs, my breath hitches. This isn’t right, but I don’t want him to stop. The feel of his calloused fingertips sliding up the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to where I need him the most. As a shiver trails up my spine, goosebumps litter my skin. “Such a good girl for me. I knew you would be. I’ve waited a very long time for this moment. And look how wet you are, how fucking perfect,” he says, running the tip of his tongue up my slit. Groaning, he says, “you taste better than I ever could have imagined. I bet you’ll feel even better with your tight cunt wrapped around my cock.” I’m in a daze, as his tongue flicks and sucks on my clit. My body shakes with the effects of his ministrations. Pulling my legs apart, he dives in like a man starved for my pussy. Moving one finger to my wet cunt, he glides it in easily.
“Right there, right there, Lach.” I feel him stiffen under me, but he continues, his fingers hitting a spot that has me seeing stars. “I’m going to come. Oh fuck, I’m going to…OH MY GOD,” I moan.
Leaning up onto his knees, he grabs a condom and slides it on his cock. “Are you ready to feel my cock, my good girl? I promise I’m going to make it so good for you.” Those are his last words before he leans down and thrusts into my pussy. “Damn, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans out.
I scream out and lift his shirt, digging my nails into his back. “That’s right baby, mark me.” He leans down, pressing his mouth to my throat, whispering he says, “if you’re going to mark me then I’m going to mark you too. It’ll be our secret.” He sticks his tongue out, licking along the pulse point in my throat, finding the perfect spot for what he plans to do. “You’re going to be mine Illiana, I’m going to make sure of that,” he says as he sucks the tender skin into his mouth. There’s sure to be a bruise there when he’s finished.
Picking up his thrusts, he sucks my neck even harder. Fuck, that shit is starting to sting a bit, but the pain makes my core weep. I’ve never had a man be this rough with me. I’m so close to coming again. “Come on, Illiana, come for me one more time. I want to fill this tight cunt up with my come. I might be wearing a condom right now, but next time I’ll be bare so I can fill you up, baby.” He picks up his pace, fucking me even harder. The headboard hits the wall so hard, I’m surprised no one has interrupted us. All it takes is one more thrust and my walls ripple around his cock, squeezing him, milking him dry as I come all around his cock.
As we come down, he moves to stand up from the bed. “I’ll be seeing you soon, my good girl,” he says and kisses my forehead. Damn, my body is exhausted. Feeling fully satiated, I close my eyes to sleep just a little bit longer, hearing the bedroom door close softly, my eyes close as I succumb to sleep.
The sunshine crests between the clouds shining through my bedroom window. Blinking my eyes open, I cringe as blinding pain explodes in my head and behind my eyes. What the hell did I do to myself last night, and was Lach here? That can’t be right. The last thing I remember from last night is drinking wine like a fish and taking pills. Fuck the pills. Why did I do that to myself? And do I truly regret my decision? It numbed the pain, but that was only a temporary reprieve. Wait, a damn second. Why am I naked? And why the hell am I so sore down there? It had to have been a dream. Was it really just a dream? I could have sworn that I heard him talking to me. He called me Illiana, though. Lachlan never calls me that. He always calls me Ellie. I’m so fucking confused right now.
Rising cautiously, my body aches in places that it hasn’t ached in for a very long time. Something isn’t sitting well with me right now. Heading into the bathroom, I flip on the light and gasp at what I see in the mirror. There’s an enormous bruise on my neck. It looks like someone sucked it like they were a damn vampire trying to drink my blood. My thighs bear bruises in the shape of fingerprints as well. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I know for a fact that I wouldn’t have gotten so messed up last night that I went out and fucked someone. Lachlan would never come over and take advantage of me, especially not with me asleep. Oh my god, this can’t be happening right now, considering all the other shit I have to deal with.
Regardless, I need some answers. The only person I can ask at the moment is Lach. So, walking over to my nightstand, I pick up my cell phone, I guess I put it there last night.
Sending a text to Lach, I say…
Ellie: Hey. Did you happen to come over here after you dropped me off last night?
He responds instantly, but my stomach drops.
Lachlan: No, I didn’t come back over. Why, are you alright?
Hell no, I’m not alright. Now I am panicking because someone was in my room with me. There’s no doubt that someone touched me when they shouldn’t have.
Ellie: I’m fine. No need to worry. I’ll text you later.
But I am worried. I’m freaking the fuck out because I don’t know what actually happened to me. It felt like a dream, but if that was the case, why are there marks all over my body?
I don’t have time to sit and dwell on this all day long though. I’m taking Blakely out for ice cream and a movie today. This is a problem for another day. Until it isn’t…
Heading into the bathroom, I rush through my routine as quickly as I can. After showering, I throw some concealer on this hideous mark, and then blow dry my hair. Looking down into the trash, there’s a used condom. Holding onto the counter, bile rises to the back of my throat. No. No. No. My body shakes and my teeth chatter as tears gather in my eyes. Someone is screwing with me. Could it be the person who slit my tire? Don’t be weak, Illiana, and don’t let this fucker win. Go have a great day with your daughter and we will figure out the rest later. Talk to Lachlan. He’ll help you. You already let Jaxon win. Don’t let this person destroy you, too.
Drying my eyes, I head back into my bedroom. Tomorrow is another day. I’ll talk to Lach and tell him what happened to me. I know he will help me sort this out. Throwing on some panties and a bra, I grab a pair of distressed jeans, shorts, and a pink t-shirt from my dresser. After getting dressed, I slide my feet into my white converse, and I’m ready to go.
When I get into the kitchen, Blakely is sitting at the counter playing a game on her tablet. My mom and Lena are leaning up against the counter with their heads together, talking in hushed voices. Hmm…I wonder what that’s about.
“Hey mom, Lena, what are you both doing today?” When I asked them, they both snapped their heads up and looked in my direction, as if I had caught them with their hands in the cookie jar and they were about to be scolded like children. They are seriously looking guilty. “Mom, what’s going on?”
“Nothings going on, Illiana. Lena and I were just talking about how we would like to take Blakely back home with us for a few weeks. We miss her and we don’t get to spend nearly enough time with her. We’ll keep her for a few weeks and then we will bring her back as long as that’s alright with you,” I’m definitely not against that. With everything that’s going on, I need to make sure she’s safe. Right now, it doesn’t feel like she’s safe at all. If this person can get to me, then they can get to her as well. I’d kill someone for hurting my kid.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Mom. Blake needs to get away from this house for a while. This is the perfect opportunity. Thank you both for doing this for us.”
“You don’t have to thank us, sweet girl. We love you and Blakely,” Lena says. God, I love her. How did her son turn out to be such a piece of shit, though.
“We love you both too, so very much. I’m going to go ahead and take Blakely out for ice cream. Our movie is in about two hours. I’m sorry that I slept later than usual, but thank you for waking up to take care of Blake.” Those pills and wine fucked me over. If I wasn’t so out of my damn mind, what happened to me wouldn’t have happened.
“Okay, sweetheart. Drive safe and we’ll see you later this evening,” mom says.
After giving them both a kiss on the cheek, getting my purse and phone, I call for Blakely so we can get on the road. There’s this little tiki ice shack we love. They sell ice cream and shaved ice. People come from all over the Gulf Coast to get their treats. It’s well worth it.
“Blakely, you ready to go, baby girl? It’s ice cream and movie day. You can get your favorite unicorn ice cream if you want.” Her head shoots up from the tablet as soon as I say unicorn ice cream. I shit you not, it’s like crack for kids. She’ll have so much damn energy, but the smile on her face will be worth it after the past few weeks we’ve had.
“I ready. We go now mama,” she says while screaming like a banshee. She jumps up from the counter, grabbing her tablet by the handle of the case, and walks over to the door to the garage. Guess my little lady is in a hurry. At least she’s happy right now. Putting aside all the bullshit, her happiness is all that matters. By the time I get over to the door, Blake already has her shoes on.
Calling out to Mom and Lena as I go, “See y’all later. Love you.” Closing the door behind me, I open up the door for Blake. Once she’s hooked into her car seat, I hop into the front. Pressing the button to open the garage, we’re off. It’s nice to get out of the house. As soon as I step inside, I swear it feels like the damn house is sucking all the oxygen out of my body.