“Hold on fucking tight, spider monkey.”
After having a shower and some food, Char curls against me on the couch, wearing one of my white oversized t-shirts on her small body, her legs draped over my thighs, her warmth seeping into my bare chest and with one hand, I gently stroke her long,damp hair while the other is nestled between her thighs. I try to focus on the movie playing on the TV, but my mind keeps drifting back to our conversation today, and everything feels like a blur as I think carefully about her words.
The thought of her leaving churns my fucking gut, a sensation I do not like yet can't seem to shake, and it gnaws at me, tempting me to tie her to my fucking bed so she can’t leave, but I know that would betray the trust we've built between us. So, I try to push aside the possessive urges and remind myself that letting her go is the only right thing to do, even if it feels like tearing a part of myself away.
After some time, she moves her palm over my tattooed hand between her thighs and parts her legs ever so slightly. I lift my head and gaze down at her before taking a handful of the back of her hair and tilting her head back until her eyes meet mine, knowing exactly what she wants. I look between her green orbs and pouty, rosy lips before dipping and crushing my lips against hers.
As I begin to devour her mouth, I snatch her bare cunt with my hand, clutching her lips tightly which causes her legs to shudder. When I lie her back on the couch by her hair while leaning over her, I force my fingers through her folds and firmly rub up and down her slit, drawing a sensual moan from her. Her legs tense as soon as I press my thumb against her clit and slide two fingers into her pussy.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings throughout the expansive mansion, its sound slicing through the once silent and intimate atmosphere and we both pause, my tongue still merged with hers and my fingers buried deep inside her, her warm walls tightly clenched around them. Our eyes flick open at the exactsame time, and I draw back, scanning her face, confused since I was not expecting visitors. When the chime persists, a low, pissed-off growl builds in my throat, and I reluctantly withdraw myself from her.
As a precaution, I grab my gun from the coffee table and tuck it into the back of my sweatpants before taking steps towards the door, every muscle in my body tense with annoyance. I cast a glance back at Char over my shoulder when I get to the threshold to see that she remains sitting on the couch and I give her a silent look to stay put.
Drawing my eyes away, I continue my stride, and when I reach the door, I hold onto my gun in the back of my pants before swinging it open. I look directly into the eyes of Ivan, Chaos’s father, who is alone, and I inhale deeply before raising an eyebrow.
“What the fuck do you want?”
He mimics my eyebrow raise before taking a step forward, inviting himself in and I growl as he passes me. When I close the door, I observe him as he glances around, pulling his black, leather gloves off his hands.
“Is my son home?”
I circle around his tall frame until I am standing in front of him, and his eyes catch mine, waiting for the answer.
“You didn’t fucking answer me, Ivan. What the fuck do you want at this time of night?”
Suddenly, he looks to my right, and I side-eye to see Charley round the corner, coming to an abrupt stop. As Ivan stares at her intensely, I notice her becoming uncomfortable under hisscrutinizing gaze, pulling my shirt further down her bare thighs while tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear with nervousness.
My eyes snap to Ivan, noticing the tension in his jaw as he recognizes Charley. He knows exactly who she is; he has seen photos of her, but more than anything, she is a spitting image of her mother, a bitter reminder of our family's feud. To show a united front, I swiftly reach out to her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her behind me, shielding her from Ivan's intense stare that is loaded with murder. As she holds onto my arm, she peaks behind me and I cock my head to the side, my eyes narrowing as he does not take his eyes off her.
“Keep looking at her like that motherfucker and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes.”
His eyes dart to mine as the venomous words roll off my tongue and he arches a brow as he responds in an unfazed tone.
“I think you need to remember—”
“I think you need to remember who YOU are fucking talking to. I am not a little kid anymore and I will not have you intimidating my girl like that in my fucking home or anywhere.”
My raised voice is laced with agitation, my body ready to unleash my inner beast at any moment, but Ivan, being Ivan, seems to think he is unstoppable, like a fucking fool and his eyes meet Charley once more.
«?? ? ???? ????? ??? ??? ???????? ??, ???????? ?? ??, ??? ??????? ???????? ?? ?? ??????»(You and my son are still fucking her despite the fact she has been torn apart by Maddox?)
My teeth grind down as I feel her tense behind me, understanding every word he just said and he locks eyes with her, tilting his head to the side.
«? ???? ? ????, ???? ????????, ?? ?? ??????????? ? ???, ????? ????? ?? ??? ?????? ?? ?????????? ? ???????? ?????».(I mean, knowing Maddox, he would have made sure neither of you touched the fucking sides again.)
I take a step forward, my fists balling, ready to kill the cunt, but Charley tightens her grip on my arm and when I halt, I side-eye her as she moves around me to challenge him. I am reluctant to let her, but I know it’s something she needs to do in order to stand up for herself, so I allow it. She comes to a stop in front of him, his structure towering over her, his eyes filled with pure evil, but she raises her chin in confidence.
«??????? ? ????????? ? ???, ????? ?? ??????? ??? ??????, ?? ??? ?????? ??????? ???? ??????? ???, ??? ?????? ??? ??????? ????????? ???? ?????? ? ????? ????? ????????, ??????????».(You know? I did think about not taking my crown, but the more your big mouth keeps yapping, the more I desire to make you fall to your queen's feet, peasant.)
His face boils to a bright red complexion, a small shudder of anger noticeably trembling through his body, and she smiles widely.
«?????? ????? ?? ????, ????. ????? ?? ??????????? ???????? ??????? ??????????? ?? ????, ???? ??? ?????? ????? ???????? ???????, ?? ???????? ????????? ???????, ???????? ?????? ??????, ??????? ? ??? ?? ????? ?????????, ??? ?? ???????? ??? ???, ?????? ??? ? ???? ???????? ???,????????? ?????????????? ?? ????? ???? ???????? ??? ?????? ?? ????????? ? ?????».(Just a word of advice from Swan, Ivan. When you force an innocent girl to face everything, she is afraid of in the cruelest of ways, you create a fucking monster with nothing to lose, so I’d be very careful how you speak about me because I might just show you just how powerful my status really is compared to yours.)
Noticing he is teetering on the edge of explosion; I wrap my arm around Charley’s mid-section and pull her back against me in a protective hold. With his raging eyes full of vengeance glaring down at her, I make a head gesture to the door.
“Now get the fuck out.”
He clears his throat, straightening his shoulders while gathering himself and finally breaking eye contact with her. We watch as he turns and walks toward the door, his perfectly polished shoes clicking along the black marble, but as he swings the door open, he takes a glance back at us.
