Chapter 30 You Swore You Wouldn’t
Ivy shuddered at the implication in his voice. He already teased her so much when they had sex.
Now him convincing her to give in to him to have sex… by the look in his eyes, it wasn’t exactly a punishment as she had assumed. It was a gift.
Her chest tightened. Christian's body radiated heat as he closed the gap between them. His shaft was standing hard and heavy between them.
Her back hit the cold wall, a gasp escaping her throat. Christian smirked darkly, his eyes flashing with dangerous heat. His hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing the swell of her breast. "Come to me."
Ivy’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping her throat. Her body trembled, torn between frustration and the growing ache in her core. Lust flickered beneath her guarded expression.
Christian’s smirk deepened. His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips against his. His thick rod, hard and hot, pressed into her stomach
His head lowered, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers. "Don’t worry," he whispered. "I will convince you in a thousand ways. Seven days are going to be more than enough."
"You’re impossible!" Ivy hissed, shooting sideways to slip past him.
His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist. He pulled her back hard, making her stumble into his chest. His hand slid to her waist, his fingers digging into the soft curve of her hip.
"Don’t try to run away from me." Christian’s voice was sharp, deadly. His cock rubbed against her slick entrance, teasing her clit with slow, lazy strokes. His hand closed over her breast, squeezing the soft flesh before flicking his thumb over her sensitive nipple.
Her breath hitched, her chest pressing into his hand. Her back arched as pleasure shot through her.
Christian’s gaze sharpened. His other hand slid down to her thigh, lifting it higher around his waist. He aligned himself with her entrance, the thick head of his rod nudging against her opening.
"Oh God!" Ivy screamed as he thrust into her with one sharp stroke, stretching her open, his hips moving hard and deep.
Her tight walls stretched around him as he sank to the hilt. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her head falling back against the wall.
"Call my name," Christian growled, grabbing the back of her hair and yanking her head back, exposing the curve of her throat. His teeth scraped against her skin.
"Christian!!" Ivy’s scream shattered the silence of the room.
Christian’s hand slid down her back, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as his hips began to move. His shaft stretched her wide, hitting deep with every rough, punishing stroke.
Christian’s lips brushed against her ear, his breath ragged. "You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, Ivy."
"Yes… yes… fuck!" Ivy moaned, her nails raking down his back. Her head fell forward, her mouth brushing against his shoulder.
"Oh God… Oh Christian…!" Ivy’s legs began to shake, her thighs clenching around his waist. The sharp friction of his thickness dragging against her walls sent her spiraling toward the edge.
Christian’s hand slid between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit. He rubbed in quick, precise circles as his thrusts became harder, faster.
"You can cum now," Christian’s voice was a dangerous growl, his lips kissing her neck. “Cum now, Ivy. Let me feel you.”
Her body locked up, pleasure crashing through her in violent waves. Her walls clamped down around his hardened girth, milking him as her orgasm tore through her.
"Fuck!" Christian groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge. His rod throbbed deep inside her, hot pulses of cum filling her as he groaned low and rough against her ear.
Ivy’s body sagged against him, trembling from the aftershocks. Her breath came in shaky gasps as Christian’s girth remained buried inside her, still hard, still claiming her.
Christian’s hand slid down her back, his fingers gripping her ass firmly as he lifted her away from the wall, carrying her to the bed. His eyes darkened with need as he lowered her onto the soft sheets, his body hovering over hers.
He entered her with slow, gentle strokes, his mouth trailing over her neck, down to her collarbone, and lower still. His lips found her breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin until she gasped, her back arching into him. His mouth explored every inch of her exposed skin—her face, her ear, the hollow of her throat—each touch leaving her breathless.
Then his movements shifted, becoming rougher, deeper. His hips snapped into her with relentless force, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. His teeth grazed her skin, biting down just enough to make her whimper, only to soothe the sting with a warm flick of his tongue. The sharp edge of pleasure and pain made her toes curl as her body tightened around him.
"Christian..." she breathed, her voice breaking as he drove into her harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, her nails dragging down his back.
Christian didn’t stop. He took her over and over, each thrust more demanding than the last, until her body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Her breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
By the time he finally stilled, her body lay boneless beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Christian’s mouth brushed against her temple, his breath heavy against her ear.
"You’re mine, Ivy," he whispered, his voice low and possessive. "Forever."
She barely had the strength to respond, her body spent, her limbs trembling.
His lips trailed down her sweat-slicked skin, slow and reverent, until he nestled between her legs once more. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her inner thigh before his tongue flicked out, dragging over her swollen clit in a lazy, unhurried motion.
Ivy whimpered weakly, her body giving a faint twitch at the overstimulation. She was too spent, too sensitive, but Christian wasn’t licking her to push her over the edge again.
He was tasting her for himself.
Long, slow strokes of his tongue moved over her folds, his lips wrapping around her clit only to suck lazily before releasing it, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He groaned softly against her, savoring her, the vibrations sending tiny aftershocks through her already-exhausted body.
Her fingers twitched in his hair, barely able to grasp him. "Christian…" she mumbled sleepily, her voice trailing off as fatigue weighed down on her.
He felt the moment she surrendered to sleep, her body going completely lax beneath his hold.
Yet he didn’t stop.
He licked her again, slower this time, his mouth pressing gentle kisses between every flick of his tongue. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, absently caressing her soft skin as if memorizing every inch of her.
A possessive heat burned in his chest as he listened to her deep, steady breaths. She was his—completely, utterly his.
With one last, lingering stroke of his tongue, Christian finally relented, resting his cheek against her thigh. His arms slid up, wrapping firmly around her waist, holding her against him as his own exhaustion settled in.
The sound of the ocean and the soft breeze filled the air, lulling them into a peaceful, intimate sleep. His grip tightened slightly, his lips still pressing against her skin as his breathing evened out.
And just like that, he fell asleep, his mouth still resting between her legs.
A few hours later, Ivy turned to her side, facing Christian. He lay on his back, but his face was toward her.
She smiled softly, lifting her hand to caress his face. Her fingers traced the lines of his face—the curve of his cheek, his strong jaw, the softness of his lips. Her thumb lingered over his lips, feeling the warmth beneath her touch. Her heart swelled as she watched him, completely captivated by him.
But that very moment, Ivy’s fingers froze, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She pulled away from Christian, grabbing her phone off the nightstand. As silently as she could, she slipped out of bed, snatching Christian’s shirt and buttoning only a few buttons to cover herself. It wasn’t necessary—there was no one around. The private beach stretched endlessly beyond the glass doors.
She stepped through the glass door, her bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. The night air was cool, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Moving a little further from the room, she sat down on the edge of the deck. The sand lay below, and just a few waves away, the ocean shimmered under the moonlight.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, allowing the quiet of the night to settle around her. The cool breeze kissing her skin. After a moment, she lifted her phone and dialed Celia’s number.
It was late. Ivy wasn’t sure if Celia would even pick up. Still, she waited, listening to the ringing tone. To her surprise, Celia answered.
"Heya. You alright?" Celia’s voice came immediately, laced with concern.
"Yeah," Ivy murmured. In the background, she could hear the low hum of the television before Celia lowered the volume, fully focusing on her.
"I’m with Christian right now," Ivy said, voice quiet. "He brought me to his private beach house." She hesitated, then sighed. "It was a mess today. My dad got into some trouble… but Christian saved him."
Celia immediately straightened in attention. "Oh my God. What happened?"
Ivy exhaled. "I hadn’t expected him to step in like that. And he didn’t even make it look like he was doing my dad a favor—he framed it as a deal instead. My dad accepted without hesitation." Ivy swallowed, her fingers tightening around the phone. "I was so worried… but he was respectful to my dad. He even managed to convince my mom."
She then told Celia about the debt and the events that had unfolded earlier that day.
Celia let out a small laugh. "So, he’s got your parents wrapped around his finger now?"
Ivy smiled faintly. "Seems like it." She paused, recalling the moment from earlier. "When we were leaving earlier, my mom leaned over and whispered to me that Christian acted like a son today. She was so grateful… she even wanted to do something nice for him to show her appreciation."
Celia smiled and shook her head. "And what about you?" she teased. "Did you show him your gratitude too in bed?"
Ivy nearly dropped her phone, her face heating at the reminder of everything she had done with Christian not long ago.
"Celia," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. "I’m in love with Christian again."
Silence fell between them.
Celia was the first to break it. "Ivy… you swore you wouldn’t."
Ivy’s heart pounded so loudly it drowned out every other sound. Even when she closed her eyes, all she saw was Christian—his piercing gaze, the way he looked at her as if she was the only thing that mattered. Ever since the night he saved her at the bar and declared her as his, she had been unable to see anyone else but him. He had filled her world once again.
Five years ago, when he had disappeared, she had stopped imagining a future altogether. It had been as if she was trapped in an endless, dark, cold night—existing through the days with no feeling inside.
And now that she was with Christian again, the darkness had lifted. The sun was shining again. The world was bright once more. She could breathe again. She could live again.
So how could she not fall in love with him again when she had never even stopped?
"I’m going to sleep now," Ivy said softly. "I’ll talk to you tomorrow, alright?"
Celia hesitated, then sighed. "Alright."
Ivy hung up, setting her phone down beside her. The night had grown chillier, the breeze nipping at her bare skin. She cast one last, lingering glance at the ocean before rising to her feet and making her way back inside.
The room was dark and quiet as she stepped in, placing her phone back on the nightstand. Without a word, she turned and walked into the bathroom, disappearing behind the door.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Christian’s eyes slowly opened.
For a moment, he lay still, blinking into the darkness. His gaze cut toward the bathroom door, his fingers flexing against the blanket. A flicker of unease tightened his jaw. Was she restless? Troubled? The thought gnawed at him, but he forced himself to stay put, staring at the closed door in silence.
Then, a soft glow flickered across the room. Ivy’s phone screen lit up, casting shadows over his sharp features. His eyes snapped toward it, his brows knitting together as a message appeared.
Christian hesitated, his fingers hovering for a brief second before he picked up the phone. His gaze darkened as he read the text.
Celia: ‘I still can’t believe you’re in love with Christian again.’