Chapter 33 A Lie
Christian drove home, the adrenaline still thrumming through his veins. But as he stepped inside, expecting silence and darkness, he found Ivy sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone.
The moment she saw him, she set her phone aside and stood up. "You’re back?"
"Why are you still awake?" Christian frowned, worry flickering in his eyes as he approached her and sat down beside her on the couch.
Ivy’s gaze dropped to his hands. There were fresh scratches on his knuckles.
Her brows knitted in concern as she reached for his hand, gently holding it. "What did you do? How did you get hurt?"
Christian watched her delicate fingers as they carefully traced over his bruised knuckles. The concern in her eyes for him made him happy.
Smirking, he let out a dramatic groan and rolled up his sleeve. "Look, I’m hurt here too." He showed her the faint finger marks and scratches along his arm, remnants of Ryan’s desperate struggle to escape.
Ivy’s concern deepened. She quickly stood up and hurried to grab the first-aid kit, her heart pounding with urgency. Retrieving it from the cabinet, she rushed back, her grip tight around the box.
As she reached him, she moved to sit beside him, but before she could lower herself onto the couch, Christian’s strong hands gripped her waist and pulled her onto his lap, catching her off guard.
She let out a small huff, placing the box on the couch beside them. "Stop moving," she muttered, grabbing his hand again. Dipping a cotton ball into antiseptic, she began dabbing it on his wounds.
Christian leaned into her, resting his face against the curve of her neck, inhaling her soft scent. He watched as her small hands worked with the utmost care, her gentle strokes barely pressing against his skin.
He couldn’t stop smiling. The little furrow between her brows, the soft strokes of the cotton—she treated him so carefully, as if she feared she might scar him if she pressed any harder.
He pulled her closer into his embrace, letting her settle comfortably in his lap as she continued to treat him with utmost attention and care.
"How did you get hurt?" she asked, glancing up at him while still dabbing the wound.
"A dog scratched me when I was out," Christian replied nonchalantly. "I took care of him, though. Don’t worry, it’s just a scratch."
Ivy narrowed her eyes. He was clearly lying, making up excuses.
Pressing her lips into a tight line, she started dabbing harder on his wound with an annoyed grumble. "You lie so much. That wasn’t even a tough question." She huffed. "I don’t think these injuries are enough. You should have gotten scratched more."
"Ow!" Christian winced as she pressed harder on his already wounded skin.
She immediately stopped, her gaze flicking up to meet his.
He leaned in again, nuzzling against her neck. "That hurt, Ivy," he grumbled softly.
Ivy’s fingers trembled slightly before she dropped her gaze back to his hand. Her touch turned softer immediately, she continued treating his wounds more gently. Once done, she carefully placed band-aids over the visible scratches before putting the first-aid box away.
Just as she did, Christian tightened his grip around her waist, turning her fully to face him. He leaned in, kissing her cheek. Then, in one swift move, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. There, he took a seat on the couch.
Before Ivy could adjust herself, Christian snatched her to the side, pulling her into his lap. His large hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart over his as he settled back against the couch. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, worried about his injury.
“Want to feel you,” he muttered, his voice a low, rough growl as he pulled her flush against his chest.
His hand slid up her bare thigh, his palm gliding over her soft, heated skin as his lips descended on hers. He claimed her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, his tongue sweeping past her parted lips to taste her. He devoured her, his mouth hot and demanding, his tongue teasing her lower lip before slipping inside, stroking and tangling with hers.
Christian’s other hand roamed over her smooth legs, his fingertips gliding up her calf to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh in slow, lingering strokes. His touch was slow and teasing, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Her thin robe did nothing to shield her from the rough warmth of his touch. His mouth remained on hers, his hand tightening in her hair as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the little moans escaping her throat.
Christian’s mouth left hers and trailed down her neck, biting and licking at the delicate skin until she whimpered. His hand slid beneath her robe, fingers brushing over her thigh before creeping toward her core.
“You smell so good,” he rasped, his nose grazing her throat as he inhaled deeply.
His other hand moved up, cupping her breast through the thin fabric. His thumb brushed over her nipple, teasing it to a hardened peak. Ivy gasped, her back arching instinctively, her thighs clenching around his hand.
"Christian..." she moaned, breathless.
“So fucking soft,” he murmured, lips grazing her ear, teeth teasing the sensitive flesh.
His hand slid lower, fingers finding the slick heat between her thighs. His fingertips brushed over her swollen clit, making her body jolt against him. He tugged her closer until her ass pressed firmly against the thick, hard ridge straining beneath his pants. His lips trailed down her throat, sucking and biting, leaving faint bruises on her sensitive skin.
“God… I just want to eat you whole,” he muttered, his voice dark with hunger. “Every inch of you is so damn delicious.”
Ivy’s breath stuttered as he flicked her clit with quick, light strokes. His other hand tightened around her throat, tilting her head back as he crushed his lips to hers again. His kiss was rough, consuming, leaving no room for breath.
Her lips parted, but no sound came out as his thumb circled her clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to make her legs tremble. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans as her hips rocked instinctively against his hand.
Ivy’s heart pounded. Desperation burned through her veins, making her head spin. She pushed at his chest, gasping for air, trying to put some distance between them.
“Do you want dinner?” she blurted breathlessly. “How about I co—”
Christian’s hand snapped around her waist, yanking her back down into his lap. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he flipped her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. His broad frame caged her in, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his presence suffocating in the most intoxicating way.
His fingers trailed up to her throat, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. His lips brushed her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine.
“I have my dinner in my arms already,” he murmured darkly.
Before she could react, his other hand slipped between her legs. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, dragging them aside before thrusting his middle finger inside her. The sudden invasion made her body jolt, a broken moan spilling from her lips as he stretched her open.
Her thighs clamped together, hips arching into his touch, but he held her down with an iron grip.
“So wet for me,” he growled, his lips grazing her jaw as he pushed his finger deeper, curling it inside her.
She whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders, her body trembling beneath his relentless touch. His thumb rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body.
“Christian—” her voice broke as he pressed his palm against her, the heel of his hand grinding into her sensitive bud.
“My sweet Ivy,” he rasped, sucking a deep mark onto her throat, staking his claim. His finger plunged deeper, coaxing her to the edge with slow, agonizing strokes.
Her legs shook, her nails raking down his back as she writhed beneath him. But Christian wasn’t finished. His grip on her throat tightened slightly, tilting her head so she could see the raw, burning hunger in his eyes.
“You don’t get to run from me,” he murmured. “Not when you feel this good wrapped around my fingers.”
She swallowed hard, her breath shaky, her body trembling like a dry leaf caught in a storm. His fingers thrust deeper, twisting, stretching, owning her.
"I need... I need to—"
"Not yet," he hissed, eyes dark with pure, unrestrained need.
His mouth crashed down on hers, rough and demanding, leaving her gasping for breath. His hand at her throat squeezed slightly —just enough to remind her that she was completely at his mercy.
“Stay still,” he murmured against her mouth, his tone dark and controlled.
His hand slipped lower, grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He parted her legs slightly, his palm pressing high on her thigh, his fingers stroked dangerously close to her heat without touching her directly where she craved.
“More,” she whimpered, her body writhing beneath him.
“Stop squirming,” he growled, his fingers tightening on her thigh. “You know you won’t be able to get free.”
Ivy’s breath hitched as Christian pinned her hands above her head. His mouth slid down to her throat, biting and sucking until her skin tingled. His hand slipped lower, brushing dangerously close to her core—but still not touching where she needed it most.
“Ahhh…” she moaned, arching into his touch.
Suddenly, Christian pulled back, leaving her breathless. She barely had time to react before he grabbed her wrist, yanking her up and turning her around. A gasp escaped her lips as he bent her over the glass coffee table.
Her bare breasts pressed against the cold surface, her knees sliding apart on the floor as he pushed her hips up. Her ass was exposed to him, utterly vulnerable.
“Oh…” she breathed.
His large hand slid down her back, pressing her firmly against the table.
Her lips parted to ask what he was doing—but then she felt something cool and wet against her skin.
Her body tensed.
“W-what are you doing?” Ivy gasped, trying to turn her head.
Christian’s lips curled into a dark smile. “Something new.”
Her breath hitched as she felt a smooth, vibrating object pressed between her thighs. The moment it touched her slick folds, it began to hum softly.
“Oh God!” Ivy’s eyes flew open.
Christian leaned back on the couch, watching her every reaction with wicked amusement.
The vibrations grew stronger. Her arms trembled, her breath hitched as pleasure tore through her in hot, relentless waves.
“What—what is this?” Ivy’s voice was barely a whisper.
Christian’s gaze darkened. “A new toy for you,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to watch you fall apart before I fuck you senseless.”
“I can’t… I’m going to—”
“You will.” His voice was sharp, commanding. “And you’re going to take it.”
Ivy’s fingers curled against the glass table as the vibrations intensified. A strangled gasp left her lips as her body trembled violently, her hips rocking back instinctively, chasing more friction.
"Christian!" she cried out, desperate, her voice laced with pleasure and frustration.
Christian stood tall, caging her in like a predator toying with his prey. His firm grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place, his breath hot and teasing against the shell of her ear.
"You're already close," he murmured smugly, his voice dripping with authority. "It'll be over soon, Ivy."
Ivy whimpered, her body trembling as the pressure between her legs built to an unbearable intensity.
“You’re going to cum for me,” Christian commanded, his voice dark and possessive. One of his hands slid from her hip, trailing down, his fingers dipping between her slick folds. He moved with agonizing precision, rubbing slow, rough circles over her swollen clit.
Her breath hitched.
"Oh God… Christian—"
Her body went taut, and then the release hit her. Sharp, overwhelming. A raw scream tore from her throat as waves of pleasure crashed through her, shattering her completely. Her legs nearly gave out, but his grip kept her steady.
Christian growled low in his throat, his hand still working her even as her body convulsed beneath him. Her thighs quivered around his wrist, her back arching off the table as waves of pleasure wrecked through her. And he didn’t stop until she cum once more within those same few seconds.
Then, her body sagged against the cold surface, boneless and trembling.
Christian exhaled heavily, his hungry gaze locked on her trembling form. He took a step back, giving her a moment to recover, but the need in his eyes told her he wouldn’t wait long.
He reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it, and ripping it off his body in one smooth motion before tossing it aside. His toned chest and sculpted abs gleamed under the dim lighting, each defined muscle flexing as he moved. His fingers made quick work of his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, taking his underwear with them. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly against his chiseled abdomen.
Ivy turned her head slightly, her lips parting at the sight of him. Every inch of his body radiated dominance and raw, unfiltered desire.
"Take off your robe," he ordered, his voice deep, rough, almost guttural.
She hesitated for a split second, the intensity in his gaze making her stomach clench with anticipation. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she reached for the knot of her robe, undoing it. The silk slipped off her shoulders, gliding down her body before pooling at her feet. The cool air kissed her heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning in Christian’s eyes as he took in the sight of her.
A low groan rumbled in his chest.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he muttered, his hands finding her waist as he turned her to fully face him. His gaze burned into hers before it flickered down, drinking in every inch of her bare skin. His fingers trailed from her collarbone, down between the valley of her breasts, lower—leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
He seized her waist, pulling her up with ease. A startled gasp left Ivy’s lips, but he was already turning her in his arms, molding her body to his. His fingers tangled in her hair, fisting at the roots as he yanked her head back, forcing her to meet his dark, ravenous gaze.
Her breath hitched.
The hunger in his eyes made her pulse skitter wildly, a delicious shiver running down her spine. And then his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, consuming. His tongue thrust deep, swallowing her moan as his hands roamed down the curve of her back. He gripped her ass roughly, dragging her against him, making her feel every inch of the thick, rigid heat.
A needy whimper escaped her.
Christian’s answering growl rumbled against her lips, the sound raw, almost dangerous. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promised darkly, his breath hot, intoxicating. “And you’re going to beg me for more.”
Her stomach clenched, desire pooling low, thick and unbearable.
Anticipation coiled tight in her belly as he lifted her effortlessly onto the table once more. The cool glass barely registered against her heated skin as he spread her thighs wide, his large hands gripping her soft flesh possessively. His gaze darkened further as he took in the sight of her—bare, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.
“You’re dripping.”
His voice was a guttural rasp, filled with satisfaction.
Ivy gasped as he swiped two fingers through her slick folds, teasing her entrance before gliding up to her clit in a slow, torturous stroke. A strangled moan tore from her throat as he circled the aching bundle of nerves, featherlight, barely enough.
“Christian…” she whimpered, rolling her hips against his touch, seeking more.
But he only smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes as he kept his touch maddeningly light. “So desperate,” he mused, his fingers ghosting over her, teasing, tormenting.
And then—he pulled away.