Chapter 31 #2
“Oh no, honey,” she tinkles. “That is my free meal ticket and don’t you forget it.” The thin veil of saccharine sweetness is discarded as she points a long fingernail in the direction of Diego, who is giggling as he sits on the edge of the pool in his arm floaties.
My head rears back in disgust, acidic fury exploding in every cell of my body as the full weight of her statement hits me.
That. Like he’s some possession to be wielded and manipulated for her own benefit.
My nostrils flare as I suck in a cooling breath to try and dampen the flames licking at my insides.
My hands shake and clamp tightly around the cup so that it buckles an inch.
“That is an innocent child who deserves more than a mother who rolls in once a year and treats him like a financial asset.” And with that, I lift my hand and dump the entire cup of fruit punch over her stupid glossy head.
Her face melts into outrage and she squeals with indignation as I whirl on my heel and march away.
Ignoring the shocked tittering of the guests who have clearly watched our encounter unfold, I storm through the French patio doors and down the stairs to the lower levels.
I feel a strange fizzing in my hands as I hit the bottom of the last sweeping staircase, making a beeline for the kitchen.
“Chloe?” Hurried footsteps follow behind, but I ignore them.
I snatch open the freezer and grab a frosted bottle of vodka from the icy drawer. The momentary blast of cool air does nothing to quell the heat burning me up from the inside out.
“Chloe!” Zeke snaps and I round on him with a crystal glass in my other hand that I’ve just snatched from another cupboard.
“What?!” I bark, slamming the glass down on the island and yanking out the corked stopper on the vodka bottle.
“What are you doing?” He stands on the other side of the counter with his hands braced against the top, the veins in his arms bulging over thick muscle.
“Drinking, what does it look like?” The soft glug of syrupy vodka fills the silence that follows.
“Why are you drinking?” he levels cautiously as I throw back the contents of the glass and wince. The burn in my throat slips down into my belly, centering me slightly.
“Because your ex is a vapid narcissist who sees Diego as nothing but a paycheck and it makes me so fucking mad I could…I could…” I struggle for words as I slosh more vodka into the glass with shaking hands.
“I could tear her perfect head from her perfect body and throw them both off the roof!” I yell, slamming the bottle down and downing my second glass of stringent liquid.
“As much as I would like to see that, I don’t think it would be a good idea,” he responds dryly, regarding me warily.
I scoff, flattening my own palms against the counter and staring at him as the vodka glows in my stomach.
“I mean, seriously Zeke!” Misplaced anger spills out of me like lava, flowing full pelt in his direction.
“What, you couldn’t find a decent human being to stick your dick in?
Or is that not even a minimum requirement for you? ”
He lets out a low growl from deep within his chest and pushes himself upright, rounding the island in three long strides until he’s towering over me. His hands snake around my upper arms, burning my skin as he glowers.
“She’s someone I had sex with a handful of times nearly six years ago, and I refuse to apologize for that,” he bites out, his eyes smoldering coals of oaken flame.
I scoff, attempting to pull my arms from his grip.
“I refuse to apologize for that, because up until recently, it led to everything good in my life,” he snaps, tugging me closer.
My breath catches in my chest as his words bleed into me, the heavy masculine scent of his body encasing me like an embrace. Until recently.
“So if you want to yell? Fine, yell at me. You want to go back up there and commit murder? Fine, I’ll visit you in prison. But don’t ever expect me to fucking apologize for sleeping with her.”
I’m stunned into silence, my mouth opening and closing like a puppet with no mime. “You’d visit me in prison?” I manage to croak out lamely after a few moments.
“Woman, I’d visit you in hell if it meant I got to spend more time with you,” he growls and then his lips are on mine, hot and demanding.
I wilt into his body, moaning as his tongue thrusts into my mouth and his arms lock around my waist. He lifts me off my feet and spins us around so my back is flush to the side of the island.
Breaking away from my mouth, his lips trail a blazing path down my jaw to my throat, nipping and biting as I fist my hand in his hair and tug.
He groans, twisting me around in his arms and pressing my torso roughly to the counter.
“You drive me insane, woman,” he snarls, flipping up the back of my dress.
“Right back fucking at you,” I mewl as he tugs my panties down to my thighs. The brief clink of his belt follows and then I feel his thick cock thrust into me from behind without preamble. Crying out, my hands fist against the counter that bleeds a chill into my cheek.
“Mi fuego,” he growls on a tight breath. “?No ves que soy tuyo?”
Sparks burst in my pelvis as he begins to slam himself into me with a frenzy that matches my own raging emotions.
I can feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of his arousal as he drives into me.
Our desperate sounds fill the air, alongside the metallic slap of his belt against my ass.
His large hand curls around my throat, tugging my jaw up.
“Everyone can see it. Why can’t you?” His guttural snarl makes all reason fly out of my head, my eyes rolling into the back of it as he slams into me again and again. Every piston of his hips hits the sensitive spot deep inside.
My breath rasps desperately into my throat as his fingers begin to squeeze off my airflow.
A steady beat throbs in my ears as pleasure pools and my heart thrashes in my chest. It feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
Like I can’t take another second, but I never ever want it to stop.
The pleasure builds, sharpens, and twists into a tight coil, his hot breath on my neck and a symphony of obscene wet sounds in my ear.
“Chloe.” His voice is a rough rasp around my name, and it makes my raw nerves scream. Black dots start to burst in my periphery and it’s then I realize I can't breathe. “That’s it, squeeze, tighten up for me.”
My head throbs as I catapult over the edge of molten bliss, my lips open in a silent scream.
He grunts, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as his fingers flex open in a flash.
I gasp in a breath, and as quickly as it rushes in, I scream it out as the oxygen rushes back into my bloodstream, fanning the flames rocketing through my body.
My head is twisted in his hands as my body spasms and convulses around him, and eyes so clear and brown I swear I can see the flames of his soul imprison mine as he lets go.
Heat floods his gaze, burning me and reigniting the echoes of my own fading orgasm as he stills as deep inside me as he can get, pulsing and throbbing with little stuttered groans from his decadent lips.
My heart seizes in its bony confines, and I suddenly feel more stripped bare than I ever have before.
Flayed and open for him to see all the raw emotion I feel swallowing me whole in a thunderous rush of realization.
This man will leave a hole not just in my life when this is over, but my heart too.
I close my eyes, needing a moment to gather myself.
His sweat dampened forehead presses to mine and a moment later I feel a soft kiss dust over my lips.
“Solo eres tú,” he breathes on a heavy breath.
“They will be wondering where we are.” I sigh, sagging back into his warm embrace.
“I couldn’t care less,” he growls, nuzzling my neck with his stubbled jaw.
I laugh, squirming in his arms as an aftershock of tingles races down my spine. “Even if it's Diego?”
He groans, and I know I've hit on something he can't argue with. Planting one last kiss on my neck, he gently pulls himself out of me. Wincing, I shift on my feet to straighten my spine. His hand snakes around the back of my neck, pushing me forward so that my torso lay flat on the countertop.
“What are you doing?” I moan, my hands spread on cool marble on either side of my head as his other hand reaches down to splay across the bottom of my ass cheek.
“I want you to walk out there full of my cum, so everyone knows you’re mine.
” His voice is so rough it sounds like he’s swallowed a stone.
Color pulls into my cheeks at his devious words, right when I feel his thumb sliding up the inside of thigh.
He gathers up our combined wetness and pushes it back inside me, letting out a satisfied, low, rumbling growl from deep within his chest. “And when you look at her and feel anything other than certainty that she is irrelevant to me, you will think of this.” He repeats the action again and I whimper as his thick thumb presses into me. “Understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my chest glowing with a tempestuous jumble of emotions.
“Good girl.” I swim in his praise as he tugs my panties back up, smoothing them into place.