Chapter Twenty-Two
Lily
? “Aphrodite” - Sam Short ?
I stand from the couch, searching the room. I knew this whole thing with Mateo was a fucking joke. They are fucking with me. I look up at the roof, behind the pillows, under the couch.
“Lily, baby. What—What are you doing?”
I turn back around to Jace and smile so hard my cheeks start to sting.
His eyes are low, pretending to look concerned.
Wow, he is good. I laugh and keep looking.
Jace comes to my side, grabbing my arm. “Stop, Jace.” I laugh, “I’m looking for the cameras.
” I throw another pillow from the couch onto the ground.
“What cameras?” He takes a step back and starts to look around the room too.
“The cameras! Because you're obviously fucking with me.” A laugh escapes my lips as a tear simultaneously falls down my cheek. I feel my body start to shake, my bloodmturning to fire, and for some reason, my hands dart out, pushing Jace back by his chest.
“álainn, sit down, please. Let me explain.”
I laugh again, feeling more tears pour down my face.
"Are you guys fucking insane!" I scream, standing off the couch. “Why don’t you just call the fucking cops?!” Jace told me the fucked-up plan they have while he paced the room like a lunatic. I can’t tell if he is nervous for asking me to do something so idiotic or if he is also worried the plan won’t work.
Which does not ease any thoughts I already have about it.
“I know it is crazy, but it will work.” He comes to stand in front of me. His hands caress both sides of my face while his bright blue eyes stare into my soul. “I promise. I will find you.”
I can feel my skin melting into his. I lean away from the couch and closer to him. We both hesitate, staring at one another as if the ground will disappear from under our feet if we move another inch. I take the initiative and crash my lips against his.
He bites at my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open as his tongue dances with mine.
He pushes me back deeper into the couch.
Hovering above me, he uses his knees to spread my legs apart.
His hands grab the top of the couch, leaning into my face.
"I promise I will find you,” he repeats as he dives into my neck, sucking that sensitive spot into his mouth.
A moan escapes me as his hand grabs my breast, kneading it with his fingers.
I reach for his pants, unzipping them while he flips me horizontally onto the couch.
Our mouths are unable to leave each other, moving in sync as if we have kissed for a thousand lifetimes.
With hunger and greed, I pull at his jeans.
He removes his body from mine and shoves his jeans down just above his knees, freeing his cock.
I stare as his large hand wraps around the Jacob’s ladder, squeezing once before he leans down into me, sucking my earlobe into his mouth, sending fire down my spine.
His hand glides on my stomach, pulling my shirt up and over my head and pushing my skirt above my waist, bundling it up at my midriff.
He takes one look at my bra and rips it in half.
“I promise to buy you a new one each time,” he says, his husky voice vibrating on my skin as his mouth drops to my nipples, licking each one into his mouth.
He leaves kisses down my stomach, twirling his tongue around my belly button.
“I want every part of you. I want to taste every inch of your skin.”
Throughout the years that I have been working here, running into him on the floor, forced to bring bottles to his VIP room, hissing at him when he would say some non- English comment to me, I hated him.
Then, only a few months ago did he show up on my doorstep with his blonde hair, blue eyes, freckled face, and forced himself deeper into my life, into my space.
I still hated him. Even with the first night we experienced together, I hated that I hated him, and I hated that I wanted him.
In this moment right now, I could continue to hate him for all the snarky comments he makes about me, all the side glances he throws at me, and all the problems he has caused me.
Now he’s snaring me with his dick into a situation that could lead to my death, but at this point, with the way he makes my body feel—as if I am being burned by a thousand matches—I would gladly walk hand in hand with him to death’s doorstep.
I grab his dick, placing it on top of my panties, his pre- cum dripping onto my lace.
“Are you clean?” I moan out as he starts stroking himself against me, only a piece of fabric between us.
“Yes.” His voice is so close to my ear that the tone drums against my whole body.
I tenses as I try not to orgasm. “Me too, and I’m on the—”
He rips my panties off me, throwing them over his shoulder, and slams his cock into me all the way to its hilt, not letting me get used to his size. It feels like I'm being ripped open, completely full to the breach.
“Fuck, Lily. I’ve wanted this for years.” He slowly glides out and I can feel the ripple from all nine of his piercings. “I promise to buy you new underwear too.” He leans in, kissing my cheeks. “I’ll buy you everything. Anything,” he says as he strokes himself back into me.
I slam my eyes shut. Feeling him inside of me is better than I could’ve ever imagined. He holds himself up on one arm, lying next to my head. I turn and bite his skin so I don’t scream as his pace picks up speed.
“Such a good girl, taking all of me. Breathe, Lily, you can do it.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head. This won’t last long if he continues to talk. His accent, his voice, his lips... His hand reaches between us, circling my clit.
“Oh my god!” My toes curl and I can feel heat run throughout my body as I start convulsing.
My nails dig deep into his back. I pull him closer to me, needing his body completely on top of me.
I want his skin to melt into mine like I am melting into his.
His spicy scent becomes stronger, invading my nose—and that sensory overload becomes my demise.
Stars burst in my vision, my mouth opening but no sound coming out.
“Let go, álainn. Breathe.” He continues pumping in and out of me as I try to catch my breath.
His hands grab my waist, flipping me over and pointing my ass in the air.
His cock enters me again and I can feel everything from his veins, to his head, to the piercings—the pain from being so sensitive to the pleasure of being so full.
“Empty your mind, álainn, and relax.” His thrusts echo throughout the room as his skin slaps against mine.
His hand wraps around my neck, squeezing and pointing my face to the ceiling.
I’m bent in half and do exactly as he says— relax.
His hand squeezes tightly around my neck, leaving me unable to breathe.
Black spots coat my vision and I can feel drool drip from the side of my mouth, but just as I am about to pass out, his grip lessens and I suck in a breath of air.
“Can you come for me again, baby?”
“Oh god.”
“He is not here right now. Just me and you, baby.” He pulls out of me, flipping me around. “I want to see you.”
I open my eyes to see his clear sapphire ones.
He angles himself so his cock is hitting the most intense spot, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, and repeating the process over and over again.
It’s torture but it’s heavenly, and it doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm burning at my skin again.
I slam my eyes shut, afraid I am going to shatter and become a soulless body.
“Open your eyes, Lily. I want to see your face as you squirt all over my cock.”
My eyes break open from shock and fear. He removes his body from me, standing on his knees as he presses one hand on my lower stomach and his other hand rubs my clit.
My back starts to arch, and I will everything in my body to keep my eyes glued to his.
His soft eyes haven’t left mine. His teeth graze against his bottom lip. “Fuck, Lily, you’re so tight. Is tú an chuisle mo chroí. Mo anama cara.”
My body shakes, letting my orgasm take control. Jace lets go at the same time, pumping and pulsing harder until we finally become undone together,
His body partially falls on top of me, our breaths syncing with each other. I close my eyes as I try to slow my heartbeat.
Jace stands, removing his body from mine. “Stay there.” He points a finger at me before walking out the door.
When he enters the room again, he has a cloth in his hand.
I go to reach for it, but he pulls away.
He brings the cloth to my thighs, cleaning me while leaving more kisses.
He finds my shirt that was thrown across the room and helps me get situated, but I don’t miss when he stuffs my ripped bra and panties in his pockets.
“I can walk,” I say when he tries to pick me up off the
couch.
One of his eyebrows turns upward, but he acquiesces. I swing both my feet to the ground and stand.
At least I thought I was going to stand. Both my knees buckle and Jace grabs onto me before I fully fall to the ground like a baby deer.
He sweeps me into his arms, cradling me into his chest. He walks out of the room and down the stairs out the back door, toward the underground parking.
“Wait, I have to go back to work,” I say.
“Not like this you’re not.” Digging his keys out of his pocket, he unlocks his car door and sets me inside.