Chapter 23 - Simon
Marlen and Bardil have been thrown into the deep end of this mess. I was relieved when I called them to ask for help, and neither of them hesitated to say yes.
I got a notification the moment my car was in an accident.
I knew instantly that they’d come after Blair, and I knew instantly it was the Marcas family.
Actually, I thought it was Jaco. I thought he was going to take out all of his anger toward me on her.
I had no idea what to expect, but I expected the worst, and it terrified me.
The thought of losing her broke me, and I had to use every ounce of my willpower to stay focused on rescuing her instead of fearing the worst.
Acting fast, I pulled my men together and immediately started tracking her phone.
It didn’t take me long to find her, and thankfully, it didn’t take me long to get to her.] They had her in their warehouse near the docks.
Those assholes had her tied to a fucking chair in a fucking basement. My blood boils at the thought of it. In a different situation, I might have torn them apart when I found her, but as soon as I saw her, she was the only thing that mattered.
The sight of her calmed me, and I knew my brothers would handle the politics. All I had to do was get her out of there.
Thank fuck I got there before Jaco did. He’s the real monster in this story, and I don’t think she would have been safe from the moment he walked into that basement. Don’t think about it, Simon. She’s with you. She’s in your arms.
We arrive at home, and I haven’t let her go once since I rescued her from that place.
And Blair hasn’t let me go. She’s been holding onto me like I am her entire world.
It’s strange how in the past I would be fuming and wanting revenge. I’d have wanted to go back there and take down the entire warehouse. But it simply doesn’t matter. She is the only thing that matters to me. And I have her. I have her right with me.
I carry her into the house, still not willing to let her go.
In the foyer, I let her slide to her feet and stand in front of me.
“Did they…” I can barely say the words. “Did they hurt you, Blair?”
She shakes her head, knotting her brows. “My ribs feel bruised from the crash. But his family didn’t hurt me. I don’t think it’s what they planned.”
“Maybe not them. Jaco is a different story, though. I’m relieved I reached you before he arrived,” I sigh, brushing my finger across her cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Are you okay, though? I can’t imagine how scared you must have been,” I mutter.
She shakes her head, tilting her face up toward mine.
“I promise you, Simon, I’m really okay. I think… I think I actually made a difference,” she muses quietly.
“A difference with what?” I ask, confused.
“I showed them the video that Talia and I took of Lindsey, where she spoke about what Jaco was doing to her, how he treated her. I watched their faces, and it was obvious that none of them had any idea it was going on. I think they were shocked,” she explains.
“What did they say?” I ask, shocked myself. She’s so brilliant. I can’t believe she thought to do that.
“Not much. A few seconds later, you broke the door down, and all I could think about was how happy I was to see you.” Her voice shakes for a moment. As brave a face as she puts on, I know it was a terrible experience for her. I know she must have been scared.
I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and pull her right up against my chest.
Her clothes are splattered with blood from the car accident, and from what they did to the guard and the driver. Even her skin is speckled with blood over her face.
“Come with me, let’s get you in the shower,” I whisper, picking her up again.
I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower.
While steam fills the air, I slowly undress her, removing each piece of her clothing as though I am unwrapping something delicate and perfect.
My eyes roam her body, and my fingers brush her skin.
Every piece of her is pure perfection. Every curve of her body turns me on and makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world to have her.
Blair watches me as I study her and bites gently at her lower lip.
She raises her hands and starts to undo my shirt buttons, and I smile. “You’re the one showering, not me,” I muse.
“I don’t want to be alone,” she whispers. “Not even in the shower.” The invite is obviously and it makes my cock, already half hard, throb to immediate attention.
She takes my clothing off as slowly as I took hers off, and I watch her every movement.
She crouches down in front of me to pull my pants down.
On her knees on the bathroom floor, she looks up at me, and my cock throbs harder.
She licks her lips as she looks at my cock, and I shake my head.
“No, my sweet, beautiful girl. Let me take care of you,” I tell her, pulling her back to her feet.
“We have all the time in the world for other things, but right now I want to take care of you, okay?”
She nods sweetly.
I lift her naked body into my arms and carry her into the shower.
Water splashes over both of us, running away red as it rinses the blood from her skin.
I wash her gently, letting my hands brush over every inch of her, exploring her with patience and awe as my body screams at me.
Thick veins pulse over my shaft in anticipation of having her again.
She is more beautiful every time I look at her. My desire for her is insatiable. I can’t imagine that I will ever get enough of her.
The entire shower smells of forest pine and soft flowers when I gently pull her toward me, spinning her around so that her back is against my chest.
She takes a soft breath when she feels my cock pressing into her back, rock hard, begging for her.
She tilts her head back, and I lean over her to kiss her from behind.
As our lips lock together, I push her against the shower wall, bending her forward against it. She rests her hands against the tiles as water runs down the curve of her spine.
She arches and rubs her ass against my cock, teasing me with slow movements.
My hands run over her breasts as I spread my legs on either side of hers, towering over her like a shield protecting her from the world.
Slowly, I drop lower behind her, kneeling with her ass in my face. I pull her cheeks apart and lick my tongue over her pussy.
She cries out in pleasure and arches even more, pushing her pussy against my mouth.
I slip my tongue into her as my fingers rub slow circles over her clit. Every moment is careful, gentle, and teasing. I’d rather take hours with her than rush a single moment I get to be with her.
Blair is breathing heavily as I play and lick and fuck her with my mouth. She rubs herself up and down against my face, letting her sweetness coat my tongue.
I want to give her the world. I want to give her everything.
My cock is aching to be inside her, but I know the longer I wait, the more incredible it will be.
Blair, on the other hand, has not learned the patience of tantric games.
“Please,” she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Please what, princess?” I say, looking up at her, my fingers still inside her.
“Please, I need to feel your cock. I need you to fuck me. I can’t explain to you how much I need you to be inside me right now,” she whimpers.
I’m tempted to teach her now. To show her that the longer she waits, the more intense it feels. The art of delaying what we think we will crumble without…
But the beautiful desperation in her eyes has me rising to my feet to stand behind her again. My love will always have what she asks for. Especially now.
“You are my princess, Blair. My lover, my angel, my little devil. You are my everything,” I whisper against her lips as my hand brushes up to her neck and my fingers wrap around her throat.
She cries out when I thrust my cock into her from behind.
I groan in pleasure, drowning in the ecstasy of being inside her again.
“I fucking love you so much,” I growl as I thrust into her. “I can’t lose you. I can’t be without you.”
She tilts her head back; my fingers still locked over her throat, and her lips find mine again.
I move slowly, pushing my cock into her and pulling out again. Each thrust is steady and tantric. Each time I penetrate her tight little pussy, I am claiming her, I am making sure she knows she belongs to me.
And each time I push into her, she gasps in delight against my lips.
The most beautiful sounds, the most beautiful girl.
My girl. Forever mine.
My cock throbs as I slowly begin to thrust harder. Into push deeper into her, and she digs her fingers into the shower wall. I meant to make this last so much longer, but she casts a spell on me that makes me lose control.
I move even faster, fucking her harder and harder until her legs are shaking and I have to wrap my arm around her waist to hold her steady.
Her pussy tightens and throbs around my cock in the most sensational way, and I growl, fighting for control.
Until she explodes.
She screams my name as wave after wave of pleasure slams into her. Her body is practically collapsed in my arms, and my cock is so deep inside her as I step forward and pin her hard against the shower wall. I thrust into her again, and her orgasm continues, and mine begins.
My breath is snatched away from me. My head spins, dizzy with release, and my cock locks her in place so she couldn’t move away from me even if she wanted to.
Mine. My thoughts growl as I shoot my come inside her. Always mine.
***
After the shower, I dry her off, tenderly and gently. I wrap a silk gown around her body and carry her upstairs to my room.
We lie in bed with her draped over me, her legs tangled with mine, and her cheek resting next to her hand on my chest.
Long stretches of peaceful silence settle around us, and I am drifting to sleep when Blair’s voice gently calls my name.
“Mm?” I ask, opening my eyes and rubbing my hand slowly up and down her back.
“What is your plan to make Jaco pay for what he’s done?”
I sit up a little, pulling her with me.
“Why do you ask?” I speak.
“I hate what he did to Lindsey. I don’t think he should get away with it,” she whispers, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers.
“I thought you preferred to leave bad things in the past and let karma deal with the people who do them?” I say, referring to how she wanted me to deal with her stepbrother.
She smiles tightly.
“I guess I’ve learned a few new things, and I’ve realized that sometimes people need to be stopped. They need someone stronger to come along and teach them that they can’t do whatever they want to people and get away with it. I don’t want Jaco to hurt anyone else.”
“He will never hurt you, Blair. I will never let it happen,” I reassure her, thinking she must be worried about it.
She sits up, shifting so that she can look right at me. “It’s not just that, though, Simon. We helped Lindsey get away from him. And I know you will protect me from him. But what about in the future, when he meets a new girl, and she is tricked into falling in love with him? Who will protect her?”
I reach out and touch her cheek, smiling at how gentle and kind her heart is.
Sighing, I cock my head to the side.
I don’t like to involve people in my private plans. But Blair is a part of me now. Arguably, she is the better part. Everything I know and everything I do, everything I have and everything I want—she is a part of that too. Everything that is mine is hers.
“Alright,” I sigh softly. “I’ll tell you what I have planned.”