Chapter 18 - Selene
His lips are hot against my throat, tracing kisses over my sensitive skin and sending warm shivers down my spine.
I moan, unable to stop the sound from escaping my parted lips.
Simon’s grip over my waist tightens, his fingers digging into me as he rocks his hips forwards.
His cock is pulsing hard as he pushes it against my spread legs, and I moan again, louder.
He slowly drags his hands down my waist, his lips finding mine again as he brushes his palms down my legs, then up the inside of my thighs.
Urgency ripples through me as he wraps his hands around the top of my thighs, and with his thumbs, he teasingly rubs over the lace black panties I chose to wear today.
To feel powerful. To feel confident. To feel so fucking sexy, I want to dance on his desk for him!
He groans against my mouth as his thumb hooks in the panties and pulls them aside.
“Soaked,” he murmurs with pleasure.
My clit is swollen and heated with need, throbbing with the anticipation of his touch. And he purposefully circles around it, prolonging my wait, creating more and more urgency as I try to rock my hips against his thumb to feel the relief I so desperately need.
He chuckles against my lips, a dark, sexy laugh that drives me even more wild with need.
When he finally allows me the relief, when the pad of his thumb finally presses firm and gentle against my clit, I almost explode in pleasure right in that moment.
My entire body shudders, and I tilt my head back, gasping for breath. A low, dangerous, animalistic growl vibrates through Simon’s chest.
He circles slow movements over my clit, playing with me as though I were a toy, watching my reactions and clenching his jaw as he tries to control his own.
“I need you more than air,” he growls.
“Take me. I’m yours,” I gasp as he pushes harder against my clit.
Simon doesn’t stop playing with me as he tugs his pants open to free his cock. My eyes drift down to the monstrous throbbing shaft, and my heart races with anticipation of what is about to come.
He grabs his cock in his hand, still playing with my clit, and he looks me in the eyes as he pushes himself into me. Inch by inch, he penetrates me, thrusting deeper as his gaze penetrates my soul.
When he is fully buried inside me, he pauses, his cock throbbing and my pussy pulsing around him. He slides his hand around my ass to hold me in place, his other hand cups the back of my neck, and he begins to fuck me.
Slowly at first, slow but forceful. Each thrust jolting me, moving the desk, knocking items off it.
Each thrust shoving his cock into my pussy and stretching it open, possessing it fully.
I gasp for breath when he quickens his pace. His eyes have not left mine. The intensity of his locked gaze is making my heart race.
As he moves faster, fucking me harder and harder, I can barely hold onto my thoughts. My eyes flicker closed, and he growls, “Don’t you dare look away.”
I bite my lip, trying to hold myself together as the orgasm creeps closer, making my legs shake and my pussy tighten. Simon growls in pleasure, he moans as he thrusts into me, and his fingers tighten against my skin.
My pupils dilate as the rush of ecstasy hits me.
Wave after wave, the orgasm carries me, not ending, flooding through me and triggering his own release.
His cock hardens inside me, setting another wave of pleasure through me. I need air, I need to breathe, but I can’t as every muscle in my body spasms again and again.
When it’s over, we don’t move.
He’s breathing heavily as he takes a handful of my hair and pulls my head back to push his lips against mine.
The kiss is tender and deep. As he slides his cock out of me, he pulls his lips away. But his eyes don’t leave my face.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling his pants closed.
A shy smile touches my lips as I slip off his desk, adjust my clothes, and pull my fingers through my hair to neaten it.
“Selene,” he murmurs, his eyes cast downward.
“Yes?” I ask, my heart jumping with nervousness at the tone of his voice.
“There’s been something on my mind for a while, and I need to talk to you about it, but it’s not an easy thing to say.”
I step forward and touch his face, lifting his eyes to meet mine. “You can talk to me about anything. Even difficult things. We can work them out together.”
He nods.
“It’s about your father; about the threat he possesses towards our children… and towards you. What if we can’t stop him? What if we try everything and he won’t stop pushing? I want to know… because I won’t hesitate if…”
He can’t seem to bring himself to say what he wants to say, but I already know.
“You are asking me for my consent? To… to kill my father?” I whisper quietly.
He clenches his jaw tightly and grimaces.
“I just want to know… if the time comes, when I have no other choice…”
“Simon,” I interrupt his struggles, reaching up to touch his arm. “If the time comes when the choice is between my children being safe… and my father dying… the choice is easy.”
He looks into my eyes, and I see the relief there, a weight that is quickly fading.
I smile sadly. “He is my father, but he was never… he was never my dad. I wouldn’t want him to die, I don’t wish for it to go that way, but if it must, then it must. And I appreciate you talking to me about it first.”
He smiles too, as tight as mine. Then he pulls me into a hug and sighs deeply.
He pulls away when his phone rings.
“Sorry, I need to get that,” he says, reaching behind me to pick his mobile up off the desk.
“Simon here,” he says into the phone.
He paces as he talks. I pick up enough fragments to understand the topic of conversation. They are confirming information about another attack on the family business. I listen, watching him walk up and down until the call is over.
“Another one?” I ask.
He nods. “Last night. We’ve been investigating. That was Matvei. He says they finally went through the security footage. It was the same as last time. Guys from the rival family who sent the sniper. The same guys who were working for your father,” he sighs. “We can’t pin it on your father but…”
“But who else would be so hell-bent and persistent?” I sigh.
Simon nods. “Exactly.”
He drops his phone back down on his desk. A sly smile touches his lips when he notices the mess of papers that we knocked off the desk earlier. He bends down to pick them up with a chuckle.
I grin, my cheeks warming as I drop down to help him with the other things that we knocked off.
“You should visit me every lunch hour,” he muses.
“Oh, we would definitely get caught. I’m surprised no one heard us earlier. It’s not like we were being that quiet.”
“This office is soundproofed to block out the warehouse noises below. Otherwise, I’d never get any work done.”
“Mm,” I muse. “In that case, I will visit you every lunch hour,” I grin.
We repack the desk, making it look reasonable again. Then Simon flops into his office chair, and I sit in the one opposite him.
“What are you going to do about my father?” I ask, brushing my fingers over the surface of his desk.
“I’m not sure. It feels like we are always reacting to him, never ahead of him. It feels like he gets to make the first move every time, and it’s starting to get annoying.” He leans back in the chair and stretches his arms behind his head as he stares at the ceiling thoughtfully.
My eyes trace over the bulge of his bicep muscles against his shirt.
“What if we weren’t one step behind next time?” I say thoughtfully.
“How so?” he asks, his eyes drifting from the ceiling to me.
“What if,” I say with excitement building, “What if we called him and invited him to have lunch with us. Public place, neutral territory, guards close by just in case… we get him talking and hope like hell that he slips up somewhere along the line and reveals something we can use.”
Simon sits up, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.
“We invite him to lunch?” he says, processing the idea with his brows knotted. “It’s so blatant. In your face. Not hiding, not covert. Just there, out in the open. Lunch in front of everyone.”
I raise my brows, waiting for him to think it through.
“It’s dangerous,” he says.
“Everything that’s been going on has been dangerous. This wouldn’t be any different except that we choose the place and the time and control the scenario.”
“Both of us?” he asks. “Not you alone. Because I won’t agree to that.”
“Both of us. He’s been attacking your warehouses. So, both of us makes more sense. You are involved in this. Besides, you will be able to look him in the eye and know if he’s lying about things or not.”
Simon nods. “Ok… okay… I think… This might just work,” he says carefully.
“Do you have your father’s number?” he asks, looking at me.
“I do. Should I be the one to call him?”
“Yes, it would be more of a lure to him to hear your voice. let me just research a good location. Then you can call, and we can set it up for tomorrow. We can get it over with as soon as possible.”
“The sooner the better,” I nod in agreement. Already, my heart is racing at the idea of seeing him again. My father. My captor. The man I grew to loathe over the last five years. The man who wants to steal my children from me. My hands begin to shake a little, and I shove the thoughts away.
I can do this. I can face him. I’ve changed since he last saw me. I am stronger.
Except I don’t feel stronger at all. He still terrifies me.
“Selene?” Simon calls my name.
“Mm?” I murmur.
“Are you okay? Your face has gone pale,” he says, standing up to come around the desk to touch my cheek.
“I’m fine, I’m just thinking.”
He touches his finger beneath my chin and lifts my face towards his.
“If you don’t want to do this, I completely understand.”
“No, no, I definitely want to do this. I think I need to do this. It’s just… the idea of seeing him again… It’s terrifying.”
He sighs, pressing his lips together as he studies my face.
“Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” he says suddenly as he steps away.
I grab his wrist and pull him back.
“It’s a good idea. You know it is. And I can do this. You’ll be right at my side anyway. I’ll be safe with you.”
He swallows hard and wraps his hands around my face.
“Selene, if you feel uncomfortable or uneasy at any moment, you just say it’s over, and it’s over. We leave. No questions. And that goes the other way too. If I sense danger and I call it, we leave. You don’t hesitate to obey me.”
I nod. “Agreed. Both ways.”
He smiles at me, and I feel hope building in my chest. We can do this. We can bring this whole situation to an end and, hopefully… just maybe… We can do it without anyone getting hurt.
But I meant what I said to him. If my father continues to threaten my children…
I can’t let them get dragged back there into his prison.
They had no life. They had no laughter. Being out here in the real world with Simon—it hasn’t all been easy—but they have lived more in these months than they ever lived under my father’s controlling rules.
They can’t go back.
I won’t let it happen.
And if my father needs to die for them to be free… then so be it.