I brushed my hair from my face. “I don’t mind being wrong…uhh…”
“Louder,” he demanded, ramming his cock back into me. My mouth dropped open and I was sure I was drooling at this point, but I couldn’t help myself. I held on to the sheets as he fucked me…the gentleman on the couch now gone as he held my thigh up, pulling out only to thrust back forward.
My mind was nothing much at this point. Whatever he wanted I’d give it to him just so he’d never stop.
“Harder,” I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets, grinning as the whole bed jerked with us.
“Fucking shit!” I laughed or cried…I didn’t know…but this was heaven. I came for the second time with him.
“Ivy,” he cried out, coming in me.
Both of us gasped for air. He let go of my leg and it dropped quickly. I lay there for a few moments before rolling over to face him. And the look in his eyes, like a wild animal after it just had its first kill, told me this was just the beginning.
ETHAN
Standing under the heat of the shower trying to calm myself, it took all my strength not to just fuck her mad. Not to wreck her. I was being fucking considerate…me. One of the things I’d never been…yet the reckless woman put herself in my path again.
“You come here, you won’t be able to walk out,” I said to her when I heard her footsteps.
As if she didn’t hear me, she stepped in the shower with me, lifting her head to enjoy the water as it poured down every inch of her body. Wiping her face, she turned to me and waited…proving she did hear me—
“Ivy.” I gasped when she dropped to her knees in front of me. Her tongue licked the side of me until she reached the tip. Her hands slid up my legs, up to my thighs as she took me into her mouth.
Damn her. Hunching over the water pouring on my head as I grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and braced myself against the shower wall with the other, I thrust my cock into her wet, hot, beautiful mouth. I couldn’t help but give in, closing my eyes and enjoying the way she sucked me in, the sounds that poured out of her as I fucked her mouth. My cock hit so deep into her throat and yet she didn’t gag like other women, she just took it happily, gripping my legs for support.
My whole body begged for it…to cum…to see if she’d take all of it. But when I looked down to see her gazing up at me through those long eyelashes of hers. Fuck! This wasn’t enough. Pulling her hair, I forced her to release me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked innocently.
“You.” I snapped, turning her around and bending her over, spreading her thighs, as she braced herself against the wall, squeezing her sexy round ass, which had the most beautiful freckles on it. “You’re what’s wrong.”
Breathing through my nose, gripping her waist, saliva pooled in my mouth as I rammed myself into her pussy.
“Uhh…” She gasped, her hands flat against the wall.
“I tried warning you,” I said, clenching my jaw as I gave in…no, as I gave up controlling myself.
Nothing stopped me as I pulled out of her and slammed myself back in as hard as I could. My hips slapped against her skin…gasping for breath as I took her…hard. Slapping her ass till it was red and hunching over her back…I kissed her shoulder, her back pressed up against my chest as I reached under to grip her breasts, squeezing the both of them, pinching her pink nipples as I fucked her.
“Ethan…” Whatever she was trying to say was overcome by her moans. She trembled under me, crying out as she came.
My vision darkened, but I was unable to stop. Fuck, she’s tight.
“Ahh…” I couldn’t hold back any longer, going still as I filled her. “Fuck.”
“We just did.” She giggled when I pulled out of her, collapsing onto the shower floor. “You kept your promise…no way I’m walking out of here.”
Swallowing the saliva in my mouth and closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, the water now cold on my skin.
It’s only day two.
In just two days of meting Ivy O’Davoren, soon to be Callahan, she had seen the very worst of me, of my family, and had me inside her anyway. Two days, and yet it felt like years had gone by.
Finally able to see straight again, I turned off the water, leaving her as I walked over to the white cast iron tub in the corner. I filled that up with warm water before turning back to pick her up and take her with me.
“Oh…” She smiled when the water touched her skin.
Leaning back against the tub, I watched as she stared up at the skylight, the day diming to night.
“We’re getting married,” I told her.
“I know. You kinda made a big deal about it.” She snickered, lifting the ring I didn’t even remember seeing on her.
However, that wasn’t my point. “I mean, we’re getting married tonight.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Say what?”
“As tragic as today has been, it allows us to forgo a massive wedding on the grounds that our family church is no longer…” I bit the inside of my cheek. “My whole family is in the city. We’ll do it in my grandmother’s room and be done with it.”
She turned to me and pouted. “You really aren’t romantic, are you?”
“I told you that yesterday.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine! And even though you just fucked me all over your room, I’m still wearing white.”
“I hardly fucked you all over my room. There is still the closet, the balcony—”
She put her hand over my mouth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She was asking me? As if she wasn’t the reason I was like this to begin with. Reaching up, I took her hands off my face, drawing her closer to me, her lips just barely hovering over mine as I spoke.
“My father once told me history acknowledges four dangerous women: the woman who gave Adam the apple, the one who cast a thousand ships, the third who opened Pandora’s box, and the fourth…the wife of the Ceann na Conairte.”
She smiled from ear to ear and replied, “I’ve always wanted to be dangerous.”
Smirking, I leaned back, looking through the skylight. “That song you sang yesterday…sing it.”
She rested back against me, and I closed my eyes, hearing her voice.
She was made for me.
THIRTEEN
“We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.”
~ Karl Lagerfeld
ETHAN - AGE SIXTEEN
“Let me see—”
“I got it.” He snapped, yanking his tie away from me and walking toward my aunt Cora by the fireplace. She glanced at Wyatt and then back at me.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just—”
I know. I mouthed back. He was always at his worst this time of the year. There wasn’t much anyone could do but just let Wyatt do what he wanted. Seeing Dona writing, as always, sitting by the window, her black shoes on the ground beside her. She was concentrating so hard, wiggling her toes excitedly. She didn’t even notice me as I sat opposite her by the window.
“ETHAN!” she screamed at me as I took the book away. “Give it back.”