Chapter 22
ALICE
I’m in shock. What just happened? I kind of understood Simeon’s concerns, but considered he was merely being dramatic. But this. When did a helicopter arrive to transport us out of here? I fail to see the danger, and where are we going?
Simeon’s expression is angry; his deep frown warns of no conversation, and as we speed through the skies, I wonder where we are going now. It’s as if my life has become a movie and I never read the script. Events are happening around me that I have no control of, and I’m struggling to keep up.
The flight takes an hour, and we don’t speak for the entire time. Instead, I distract my attention to the spectacular view of the Alps that lie majestically below us.
As we approach our destination, I gaze with interest at the unfamiliar airfield we are hovering above. I notice a fleet of black cars waiting and wonder how he does this. Do they have them in every city in the world? I wouldn’t be surprised.
It’s only after we land and are safe in one of the cars that I attempt to speak.
“Where are we?”
“Milan.”
“Why?”
“Because that is where my jet will arrive.”
“Not Zurich?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He huffs, “Because it’s dangerous. I had word that we were being followed, and Jack discovered intelligence telling us the local police chief saw a way to grab early retirement.
The cops were on their way, but they weren’t the good kind.
The chief of police is a known accomplice of Felipe Salva, a local criminal who decided to throw his hat into the ring.
You were to be taken into police custody where he would bail you out and before you knew it you were to be married and locked away until you were with child. ”
“Will this never end?”
I am so frustrated and gasp, “How many criminals are there who know about it? I must say, I admire their intelligence network. It’s pretty amazing.”
I pause and then add, “Where did the helicopter come from?”
“The sky.”
His arrogant smirk causes me to roll my eyes. “Obviously, but why was it there?”
“Because I planned for every eventuality, Alice. Do you really consider I would walk into a place knowing that every criminal worth his title would guess that is where you would head for? I planned our escape route accordingly and once again you owe me your gratitude, not sarcasm.”
I fall silent because I’m fast learning that I know nothing about this world.
How can I possibly survive out here on my own?
It’s obviously better the devil you know than the one intent on harming you, and I really believe that Simeon has my best interests at heart.
He is merely carrying out his father’s wishes, and yet he is also part of the problem.
The demon in my nightmare with a wicked smile and a weapon I can’t fight against. Desire.
“What happens now?”
I ask the billion-dollar question because I am so tired. Tired of running, tired physically and mentally, and I could sleep for a week.
“We grab some rest. There’s a house not far from the airfield we have rented under a different name. Its security is tight and stands on its own in the middle of nowhere. We have taken steps to secure the perimeter and will be perfectly safe there. Then, when the jet arrives, we head for home.”
“Home. Where is home exactly, Simeon, because I really don’t believe I have one?”
For a second his expression softens, and I’m surprised when he reaches out and strokes my face. Almost as if he cares, and says softly, “Home is where you are, angel. It’s where your heart rests and you are safe. “
I stare into his eyes, drowning in conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I hate him and everything he stands for, and on the other, I desire him so much it’s a physical ache inside me. I shouldn’t. It’s an impossible desire, but right now, in this moment, he is my world.
“I am not the enemy, angel.”
“Aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “I think you are Simeon; you just dress it up differently.”
“Perhaps you’re right, although somewhere along the way the lines blurred. I want to keep you safe, angel, and not because of any instruction from my father.”
“So, you love me now.”
I attempt to make light of the situation, and for once he doesn’t play along.
There’s a serious expression in his eyes as he holds my gaze and I’m shocked when he whispers, “I don’t know what love is, but I do know that I would burn the entire continent down with no hesitation just to keep you safe. ”
My breath hitches, and I gaze at him in shock. How can one sentence be so powerful?
It changes everything, and the intensity of his gaze does things to me inside I never realized could be an actual thing.
“I believe you.”
Somehow, I shift closer, my lips almost pressed against his, and it’s an unbearable ache inside me to be closer to him.
For him to wrap those arms around me and hold me close.
To keep me safe in the familiar. He is the only constant in my life, and I hope I can trust him.
More than that, I am curious about the next step in our relationship, if you can call it that.
He is my husband and I am his wife and nobody would think badly of me if I wanted—well, more.
“The, um, next step of our business arrangement.”
“What about it?” His breath dusts my lips, and a shiver of expectation passes through me.
“When will it happen?”
“Just say the word, angel. Your wish is my command.”
“I don’t wish for that.”
I grin, not able to pretend I’m immune to him anymore, and he chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. You want me just as much as I want to rip your clothes off and bury my cock deep inside your virgin pussy.”
“Ew, you’re so crude.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, and I won’t deny it is kind of nice.
“It’s inevitable.”
I stare at him in surprise.
“What is?”
“That I will fuck you tonight. That I will take over your body and you will lose your mind. I will own your soul, and you’ll be begging me for more.”
I make to pull away with a bitter, “Why did you have to ruin a beautiful moment between us with vulgarity?”
He wrenches my head closer, fisting my hair and growls, “This is why.”
As kisses go, this one is even more intense than the last one.
He positively eats my face as he devours me.
His hands slide under my sweater, causing me to groan when his fingers twist my nipple, his hand sliding under the swell of my breast. I gasp as I throw my head back and he licks my neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin, a moment’s pain quickly replaced with pleasure.
He presses me back against the leather upholstery and runs his hand around my waist, popping open my jeans before I can ask what the hell he is doing.
To be honest, I no longer care because my body is on fire. I am burning with a flame I should have never allowed to be lit.
He pulls down my jeans and I freaking help him and as his head moves lower, I groan as he tears my panties aside with his teeth.
“Oh my God.”
White lights are dancing around my eyes as he licks my clit that is throbbing as if it’s doing fifty star jumps right now. Emotion mixes with lust as I grip his hair, loving his despicable attention as I push up against his mouth.
I’m a harlot, a jezebel, and Sister Agatha would be horrified if she saw what I was allowing right now. To be honest, it’s of no consequence because the pleasure this man can bring with his mouth should be patented and sold on the open market.
It doesn’t take long for my body to betray me, and I scream as a huge climax rocks my soul.
If I thought he would stop there, I was wrong because he plunges two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and I actually ride out my orgasm with them pumping inside me.
It’s so dirty yet irresistible, and I’m vaguely aware he unzips his pants and as his swollen cock presses against my pussy, my eyes snap open and I gasp, “Really? Here?”
“Why not?”
His wicked smile is my undoing because in this car I can be anyone I want to be. For a brief second, I contemplate what it would be like, and I’m a little disappointed when he moves back and sits with his back against the seat and says roughly, “You say you’ve done this before. Prove it.”
“How?” His words make me anxious as he calls me out on my lie.
“Show me what you did with the last man who touched you this way.”
My cheeks burn as I bite my lip and glance down at his huge cock that is standing to attention, hard and ready.
“I, um–” I’m flustered because what the hell happens now, and he smirks, “It’s up to you. You can ride me like a cowgirl or just suck it like a lollipop.”
“Suck it?”
Heat burns through me like a trail of molten lava, and from his arrogant grin, it’s obvious he is calling my bluff.
“I kind of love lollipops?”
My words spill out before I reflect on their meaning, and with a glare, I kneel to the floor, wondering if I could get a ticket for not wearing my safety belt. It’s reckless, wicked and so damn hot I push aside any misgivings and prepare to put him in his place.
I can do this. He will not be the master of me, and as my lips hover against his cock, I swallow hard. Fuck, am I really about to suck a man in a car like a whore?
The most disturbing thing of all is how much I want to.
My conscience is pushed aside as I reach out and run my fingers around his shaft, marveling at how soft and smooth it is.
Tentatively, I lick the crown, noting how it jerks and his low hiss spurs me on as he whispers huskily, “I’m joking, angel. You don’t have to do this.”
I say nothing and tentatively edge his cock inside my mouth, discovering it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. If anything, it gives me control over him and I’m kind of loving that, so I slide it in deeper, noting how his hand instinctively grasps my hair as he attempts to stop me.
I waste no time and slide him in fully, his husky groan telling me I’m doing something right. My mind is occupied with the mechanics, not the pleasure he is giving me, and as I work it out as nature intended, I am dripping with desire to experience it inside my pussy.
I move it in and out, imagining how it would feel buried deep inside me. This time I groan as I savor the moment, loving how I can control him, command him even as I drive his pleasure. He is under my spell, hardly moving at all, just his erratic breathing telling me he likes it.
My teeth graze his shallow skin and he growls, “Fuck, angel, that is so good.”
It gives me confidence, and I increase the pressure, cupping the base of his cock, massaging it in my fingers.
I’m shocked when he jerks my head back and the wild fury in his eyes excites me as he pulls me roughly astride him, his lips finding mine.
Now my pussy is grinding against his throbbing cock, and he eases off my sweater, making short work of my bra, cupping my breasts in his hands before bending his lips to one of them.
As he sucks on the straining nipple, my mind shatters. I want him so badly I shamelessly grind on his cock and even the twists and turns of the roads do little to discourage me as it becomes the most important thing in my world to have him inside me.
“Simeon.” I groan, his name now familiar on my lips. “Just do it already. I can’t stand this.”
He shifts, his cock pressing against my pussy, and he grips my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Like this? You really want our first time to be on the backseat of a car?”
“Why not? This isn’t love’s young dream, it’s business, remember.”
A wry twist to my lips takes away the sting of my words, and he groans, his eyes heavy with lust.
“It will hurt. You’ll bleed everywhere.”
It’s obvious he never bought my story and for some reason I’m glad about that.
“I want to fuck you, not the other way around.”
I whisper, “To own you, Simeon. To take what I want from you on my terms, so it must be here, right now in this car.”
“Use me.” His brilliant smile does irreparable damage to my heart.
“Sweetheart, you owned me the moment your sass whipped into my heart.”
“Why does that sound so romantic to me?”
I bite my lip and moan. “Please, honey. Let me make this decision, not you.”
“Over to you then. You’re in charge now.”
I nod, wondering about my rapid descent into hell, but it’s an overwhelming need inside me to be the one to control this—not him.
I shift, his cock sliding a little inside and I gasp as I take it slowly, noticing his tortured expression as he openly groans. “What are you doing to me, baby?”
I say nothing and continue on my journey. Forcing him inside me, taking what I want. A sudden pain causes me to cry out, and I’m shocked when he bites down hard on my nipple, effectively distracting me from what’s happening inside.
He pushes in hard and fast, meeting me halfway, and as I sit astride him with his cock buried deep inside me, I’m amazed at how pleasurable it is.
It’s almost as if we are the perfect fit, and I smile into his eyes, almost proud of my achievement.
Wondering if I get a certificate for this as well as the marriage.
“It feels so good.”
I strangely want to compliment him and as he pushes in deeper, his thumb rolls around my clit.
“Oh my God!”
The chain reaction that creates makes my mind spiral, and as he grips my hair and pushes in harder and deeper, I am fast realizing that I was kidding myself. I may have believed I was controlling him, but right now, as he thrusts up deep inside me, he is the one commanding this.
His hands find my waist, and he eases me up and down. Fucking me relentlessly, stamping his ownership on me inside. Simeon was here first, stake the flag in the ground. I claim this territory as mine.
With one final press on my clit, I come apart on his cock, my mind spiraling into heaven faster than any prayer could take me there. I soar among the angels, liberated and free, and as he comes hard inside me, the sudden gush of wet heat that brings empowers me.
Nature is a god in my eyes because who knew sex was this powerful. It beats everything I’ve ever done before and I am not ashamed of myself.
I’m a woman now, my own woman, not his. I made this happen. I took and demanded, and this was on my terms. My virginity was conceded in a moment of abandon, and I have zero regrets.
This time I stare down into his eyes and with a soft smile whisper, “You’re mine now.”