15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Chi
The sex with Andy, to my utter shock, leaves me complacent and hazy for the last few minutes of the funeral before the last guest has gone. It’s almost like I’m incapable of being upset, just for this short moment in time, and I’m too out of it to even appreciate the reprieve.
As soon as we leave the room, Mara shoots me a smirk and raises a brow, confirming what I already knew — everyone in the immediate vicinity of the bedroom knows what we just did — and all I can do is smile back at her. Luckily, my overzealous husband-to-be is gone, likely pulled away by his father.
Andy seems like a man who just stepped back from the edge of the cliff and isn’t sure how he feels about it. He continues to hover over me, keeping a light hand on the small of my back. Just a few minutes go by before he announces to the stragglers that the guests of honor, my mother and brother, have to be leaving soon and must get ready to go. They get the hint and head out right after that, and as soon as the last one has left the gates, we head into the main house and straight into my suite.
Andy pushes me into the room and rips my dress off again, this time ignoring the zipper and squeezing it down past my breasts, whipping my underwear off along with it. He crushes me into the wall, his mouth ravaging mine, as he takes off his own pants. His cock springs free, hard as granite again, and I can’t help but stare at it, amazed that he’s so ready again, so soon. In my moment of shock, he grabs my hair and pushes me down, shoving my face into his groin.
“You like that? That’s what you do to me, baby.” He positions himself at my mouth and shoves all of it down my throat. “You do this to me, so you need to take care of it. My girl is going to suck me until I explode into her mouth, isn’t she?”
I nod as my face turns red, and I gag. He lets me up for air, but then rapidly picks up the pace, fucking my mouth relentlessly. Drool and tears run down my face as he pulls my head back by the hair, then juts me forward again, banging himself into me over and over again. “You’re mine, and you’ll take every inch of my cock.”
I truly can’t breathe this time, but he doesn’t seem to realize as he looks up at the ceiling, an expression of sheer ecstasy on his face. Just before I tap his leg, he slides out of my mouth, and I drop to the ground, my ears ringing and head spinning. He picks me up as I cough and splutter, and throws me roughly onto the bed.
He climbs on top of me, devouring every inch of my body, before he gets to my inner thighs. He sucks and kisses his way to my clit, where he bites down far too harshly, and I cry out. He soothes it a moment later, and somehow the harsh pain he gave me a second ago turns sweeter than it has ever been. He licks me from back to front, then thrusts his entire tongue into my center. He groans as he tastes me, and my thighs start to shake.
“Mmm, you are sweeter than cherries, Chee-chee,” he hums against me as he bites me again, right on my most sensitive part, and then teases me by backing off almost completely with nothing but soft licks and breaths.
“Andy! Please!” I squirm and cry up to the ceiling.
“Hey!” He tugs on my hips and squeezes, snapping my attention back to him. “You look at me when I’m fucking you, Chi, whether it’s at my eyes, my mouth, or my cock; do you understand?”
“Y—yes!” I say, trying to push myself into his face.
“You want to make me happy?”
“Yes!” I’m desperate now, feeling like I’ll say anything he wants me to.
“Okay, Chi.” He straddles me and smashes his lips to mine, forcing me to taste myself. “If you want to make me happy, then you’ll come when I tell you to.”
“Yes!” I’m reduced to this now; it seems that it’s all I can say.
Finally, I’m rewarded with his hands on my upper waist, and the thrust of his cock filling me completely. I sigh in relief, quickly building to a scream, but he stops inside of me before I explode.
“Are you waiting, sweet girl?” he asks, nipping my ear. I clench my legs around him, trying to stop the orgasm barreling toward me.
“I’m waiting, Andy,” I cry, digging my nails into his back in restraint.
He moves slowly inside of me again, testing my fortitude. I dig my nails in deeper.
“Hold it in, baby. Deny yourself for a bit, and it will be all the better. I promise.”
I feel tears on my cheeks, but it feels strangely wonderful to work for this right now; to work for the approval of someone I care so deeply for.
“Almost,” he says, grinding down and shifting. I almost let go, but I hold my breath and hold on for a moment. If he so much as breathes on me, I’m done for.
He does it just a moment later. I feel his warm breath on my ear as he whispers silkily, “Come for me.”
And I’m lost.
Most unfortunately, it feels like only seconds before I’m awoken by Andy after falling asleep smiling and crying in the best way. My mother and brother are scheduled to leave the grounds soon, and I have to go see them.
“Oh man,” I sigh, completely disoriented, when he shakes me awake. “I feel like I’m high.”
“I think that’s a good thing?” He replies, throwing my dress over.
“Yeah, I’m just super out of it, even though I don’t think I should be. But I’m just gonna let it go for now.”
“Good idea.” Although he stops at that, he seems like he wants to say more. As I move toward the vanity to get ready, he sort of ambles around the room, looking all around, but not at me. It feels like he wants to tell me something. And with the ferocity that he fucked me into the mattress earlier, hard enough to leave bruises, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be easy to hear.
Finally, he spits it out. “Listen, for the last thirty minutes of your family’s stay, as I thought might be necessary, I’ll be interrogating them. Your brother snuck out last night, and we weren’t able to follow him.”
I’m uneasy at the words, but there could be a harmless reason for that, so I don’t bat an eye. “I mean, he’s a 32-year-old man. He’s allowed to leave if he wants to. But I am surprised you weren’t able to tail him.”
He looks at me dully. “He was wearing all black and ducked out of sight from nearly every camera and sensor outside on the grounds. He must have known where they were in advance.”
I weigh this new information, but I still act unfazed. “Okay, that’s a little strange, but remember, he does do some work for the family business. And we are a criminal organization.”
He pauses for a minute, then finally seems to get up the courage for what he really wants to say and lurts it out. “He tried to get into your father’s office, but he couldn’t because I changed the locks.”
I can’t hold it in anymore. I shut my mouth and purse my lips, as if this will hold in the emotions threatening to tear me up, but my bottom lip trembles and gives me away.
Now Andy feels terrible, I can tell. But it’s so hard to keep my face straight when I consider the fact that my brother has never shown any interest in anything related to this house or my father. Having all of this information unloaded in such a blunt manner is hard for me, but I don’t want him to feel bad; I’m glad he told me. So I try to swallow down the all-consuming sadness and overwhelming feeling of betrayal.
“Why would he… do that?” It’s no use; I’m breaking down. The entire time my brother has been here, he’s insisted that he couldn’t possibly get to know this mansion or any of its occupants. He is utterly uninterested in all of this, but he ran off in the middle of the night and we don’t even know why. And the fact still remains that he may have paid someone to do something horrible to my father and Daiki. I can’t help myself from sounding needy. I’m truly asking for the answer right now — any answer.
He sits on the edge of the bed and grabs my hand as tears stream down my cheeks. “That’s what we’re about to go find out. I’m guessing he wanted to find something out; whether he wanted to use it for us or against us, I’m not sure.”
I nod, trying to stop my tears, but my next words just come out harsher. “It just makes no sense, ya know? It’s fucked up. Because he didn’t give a shit about my father while he was alive — never came to see us and never called — but now he wants to know something, so he tries to go snooping through my father’s shit instead of just asking me? Even if it’s just because he wants something — even for a seemingly pure reason — he would rather go steal it from the office instead of just fucking asking? I’d probably give him what he wanted. If he wanted information, I could help him figure out what he wanted to know.” My last word ends on a sob. He hugs me again. I hate that I just keep crying and worrying that I’m taking a step backward instead of forward. I know he hates it, too.
“Chi, if you had wanted to find something out about your father, would you have just asked him? Because otherwise, you either wouldn’t get an answer or… you’d have to go snooping around through his shit.”
“Well, but… this is my house. And he’s the one who didn’t speak to me for years!”
He speaks quietly next to my ear; it seems I’m always either turned on or soothed by this. Shockingly, I feel a little of both right now. “We’re trying to figure it out, Chi. We need to be careful, but we’ll get to the bottom of it.”
Get to the bottom of it. That’s exactly what I intend to do as we walk downstairs, hand-in-hand.