Even now his suit was not wrinkled in the least, and I felt my pussy clench.
I should have felt embarrassed, but I wasn’t.
He lifted me up and then sealed my mouth with his, not caring that he was tasting his own cum on my tongue. Another kiss, a gentler one, and he murmurs against my mouth, “Thank you.”
He was thanking me like I had just given him a gift.
I look up at him and then cry out, when he very neatly slides the bottom of my panties to one side with his fingers and slides two fingers into my pussy.
I was against the door and his face was directly in front of me, his eyes assessing my every reaction. My chest heaves as his fingers quickly find my G-spot and keep brushing it.
“I can’t believe you came from sucking my cock, Abby. Such a dirty girl.”
I moan at his words, feeling the way his fingers twisted inside my pussy, keeping me at the edge of oblivion, his sinful voice murmuring into my ear.
“Maybe I should get you a cushion for under my desk. You can suck my cock any time you want. I can even get one of those little toys that I can stuff inside your pussy. How would you like that?”
I tremble, my mouth open as I try to draw in enough air as he uses his fingers on me, driving me wild.
“Say my name. Beg me. And I might let you come.” He promises, his voice rough and low as he bites my earlobe hard.
“S-Steven! Steven, please!”
“Please what?” He teases me, clearly enjoying himself.
I couldn’t think with his fingers grazing inside me, his thumb pressing circles around my throbbing clit.
I sob out, “Please, let me cum!”
“Good girl.”
His fingers thrust inside so hard that I lost all reason and just came, wildly bucking my hips, sobbing out his name. He kept pumping till he had drawn everything he could out of me and I was limp in his arms with exhaustion.
However, he was far from being done with me.
He rips off the sweater from my frame and my panties follow. He drags me over to the arm of the sofa where he bends me over, his hand holding me face down, my ass in the air, and I can feel his hardened cock probe me before he inserts it into my dripping pussy in a rough thrust.
I scream out as all my nerve endings are set ablaze and I see white.
He didn’t care that I had just cum again. He bunched up my hair in one hand and pulled my head back in a dominant move, forcing me to adjust my body to his in a way that had me moan his name over and over again in a broken chant, needing what only he could give me.
He wasn’t delicate.
He wasn’t gentle.
We were both on edge and he jackhammered his cock into me at a such a harsh pace that I could only lay there as he drew out both our orgasms. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t function. I could only feel his cock moving in and out of me. I could feel the way his hands twisted and pulled at my nipples giving me that hint of pain with the pleasure, that I had become addicted to.
I could feel his trousers rubbing against my ass each time he moved forward and when he abandons my nipple to flick my clit, I scream out his name, forcing him to clasp his hand around my mouth.
I feel his hot cum enter me and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, before he pulls me up, his voice hoarse, “Can you stand up?”
I mumble a response as he helps me stand.
I look at his dazed expression and feel my lower lip tremble before I started laughing, and then groaning when my lower body aches with all the activity that had just taken place. I lean against him and just kept giggling, forcing a chuckle out of him.
“Stop making me laugh!” He covers my mouth, but I escape his hold.
“You look like you just went through the grinder.”
He gives me an affectionate look mixed with exasperation, “Well, what do you expect? I can’t seem to keep my hands off you and you don’t exactly help when you turn into a sex-kitten.”
I couldn’t contain my mirth, and holding his hand, I drag him to the bathroom, so we could clean up. He follows, smiling unwillingly, “I thought I could keep you chained to my side by making you a sex-addict. You turned the tables on me.”
I help him strip his clothes and as I untie his tie, I confess, “Seeing you in a suit drives me crazy.”
Leaning over, I stand on tiptoe and whisper in his ear, “We might actually have to invest in that special pillow you mentioned.”
When he groans and makes a grab at me, a warning in his tone, “Abby,” I dance out of his reach and close him in the bathroom, “Take a shower. You have ten minutes.”
Chapter 18
Aaron’s small hand is clasped around mine, his other wrapped around his father’s hand.
He didn’t mind holding my hand but holding his father’s had been a whole other issue.
“I’m not a baby. I won’t get lost!” He pouts at me.
I struggle to come up with an explanation that would appease him and then it struck me. Lowering my voice, I pretend to confide in him, “I don’t want your father to find out, but I’m actually worried about him getting lost. If you held his hand, we can make sure he doesn’t wander off.”
I see Steven’s glare that promised retribution later.
Hopefully in the bedroom.
Aaron looks up at his father in a considering way, “If that’s why, then I can take care of Dad.”
I purse my lips, trying not to laugh, “Thank you, Aaron.”
He gives me a solemn look, “You’re welcome. Don’t let go of my hand, ‘kay Dad?”
Oh, I was definitely going to pay for this.
“You got it, pal.” His father tells him.
We stood at the one the biggest Christmas markets in Boston and as much as I was enjoying the bright lights and the smell of food from the numerous stalls spread over the entire square, I also clutched on to my purse tightly.
Seeing Aaron’s hat slipping off, I lean down to fix it, before grabbing his hand again. There was a small smile on Steven’s face when I look up at him. He almost looked happy.
I grin back at him and then straighten up, “So,” I look down at the child next to me who was quivering with excitement, “What do you want to see first?”
Aaron drags us from stall to stall, jumping up and down, not releasing both our hands.
“Is that a goldfish?” He asks me as we stand in front of a gaming stall.
“Yeah,” I lean forward to read the instructions, “You have to hit the weasel with the hammer and if you get it, you get to take the goldfish home.”
“Can I try? Oh, Abby, please, can I try?”
I grin at him, “Go ahead.”
Taking out five dollars, I give it to the man in-charge before Steven could even reach his wallet, “Give him five tries.”
I was watching Aaron make the shot when a woman next to Steven, smiled at him, “You’ve got a lovely family.”
I didn’t know what I expected him to say in response but what he said, definitely wasn’t it, “Thank you. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
My breath caught in my chest and I swallow hard.
The warmth filling my chest evaporates when I felt the hair on the back of my neck prick with discomfort. I glance over my shoulder.
There was no one there.
Frowning, I chalk it off to my imagination.
However, as we move through the market, I find myself gripping Aaron’s hand tighter. I felt like someone was watching me, and I didn’t like it.
I trusted my instincts and when a man brushed past me, muttering an excuse me, I felt my instincts flare and I immediately backed into Steven, forcing Aaron behind me.
“Abby?” There was a sharp note in Steven’s voice. “What’s wrong?”
The man who had brushed past me, glanced over his shoulder and made eye contact with me before pulling his hoodie closer and quickly blending into the crowd.
My eyes searched f
or him, but I couldn’t find him.
“I think it’s time we left,” I say, my tone strained.
Something was off.
Three men in the same hoodie had brushed past me in the past hour.
“What’s wrong?” Steven looks at me, his eyes narrow.
“I don’t know,” I mutter. “I just think we should leave.”
He studies me before nodding, and then swears, “The box! I left it at the stall. Stay here.”
Before I could stop him, he dives into the crowd, disappearing from sight.
The hair on the back of my neck prickle again, and I grab on to Aaron, “Aaron, hold on to me very tight. Don’t let go.”
He looks up in confusion, and I snap at him, “Put your hands around my waist.”
My instincts were screaming at me and my body grows tense when I see a brown-haired man in the same hoodie approach me from the side.
I notice the gun in his hand and my eyes flew toward another man approaching me as well. Their eyes were cold and one of them was looking at Aaron.
I take out the pepper spray from my bag.
If I send Aaron running, there was a chance they would grab him. There was another one of them out there.
“Stay away!” I snarl at them, my pepper spray hidden in my hand.
“Abby?” The child clinging to me sounded scared and I put my hand over his head, pressing his face to my stomach, “It’s going to be fine. Don’t look.”
“We just want the child.” One of the men says.
I widen my eyes, mockingly, “Oh, is that all?”
“Give us the brat, bitch.”
“No.” I bare my teeth at them. “Not happening.”
The man on my side twists his face in an ugly smirk, “Then we’ll just shoot you.”
I raise a brow, sweat pouring down my neck in fear, as I feel Aaron’s arms tighten around my waist, “Not in the centre of Christmas Market. Even you couldn’t be that stupid.”
As I take a step back, I feel a sudden burning in arm.
Blood was seeping from my white coat.
Aaron’s cry makes me pull him closer, my words harsh with pain, “Don’t look!”
“Does that reassure you? It’s an automatic. It won’t make a sound. Maybe I should shoot you in the heart next?” He raises his gun, and I press my lips together to keep myself from screaming in pain.
Before he could shoot, I force myself to take a step closer and lift my wounded arm, gritting my teeth, and spraying his eyes with the pepper spray. Taking advantage of the sudden attack, I knee him in the balls, making him fall. The man howls in pain and I stumble forward, another burning sensation rips through my abdomen.
“Abby!” I hear the howl. But I didn’t know whose throat it came from, as two men charge at me, hurling frightened shoppers out of the way.
“Run, Aaron! Go!” I scream at him, turning to stall the men.
The terrified boy’s eyes widen as he sees someone behind me and cries, “Daddy!”
And sure enough, Steven was hustling through the crowd, fury on his face as he jumps one of the men, punching him with such force that he falls on to the concrete with a loud cracking noise.
I hear him roar my name, fear and fury, an odd mixture in his eyes.
Feeling faint, I collapse onto my knees, my eyes following Steven’s form as he quickly dispatches the other man as well.
The third one tries to crawl away, but I push the blinding pain to a corner, lifting the pepper spray, and spraying him in the face again.
I could hear the sirens in the distance and I felt Aaron’s whimpering against my throat as he flung his arms around my neck. I raise my uninjured arm, “It’s fine. You’re okay. You’re okay.”
I see Steven’s white face swim in my vision.
I couldn’t believe I had messed this up so badly.
“I-I’m sorry…”
My mouth formed the words but there was something wrong with me. I was struggling to hold on, trying not to give in but my body was weakening with each breath.
Were those tears in his eyes?
What was wrong with me?
It burned.
It burned so much.
I tried to lift my hand to calm that crazed look in those eyes, but I had no strength left.
His mouth was moving but I heard nothing, and then the lights turned off.
There was someone talking.
“…it’s been three days! Why hasn’t she woken up yet!?”
Wasn’t that Steven’s voice?
I opened my mouth to call out to him, but I couldn’t move my mouth.
In fact, I couldn’t even open my eyes.
My body felt heavy.
“She’s in a coma. We don’t know how long this will last? The bullet hit a very vital artery, Mr. Tanner. She’s still in a critical condition.”
Why did their voices sound so muffled, as if they were underwater?
“I didn’t fly you all the way here if you can’t even save her!”
Why was he shouting at this person?
I had never seen Steven lose his temper like that. Were they talking about me? Was I dying?
A familiar small hand wraps around mine, and I felt something hot and wet fall on my hand and a voice choke out, “Please don’t die, Abby. Please! I’ll be very good, I promise. I’ll eat all my vegetables and I’ll drink two glasses of milk a day. I promise!”
I hear a muffled sob, and something burrowed its head next to my still body.
“The doctor man said that if you don’t wake up quickly, you will never wake up. Please don’t leave me and Dad. I don’t want you to go.”
Aaron’s words reach me, and my chest ached, as I struggle to tell him that I could hear him.
But my mouth wasn’t responding to my brain.
My eyes burned, and I felt a hot tear slip out.
“You have to wake up, Abby. You have to!”
The sound of a door opening and Steven’s voice, “Come on, Aaron. You shouldn’t be in here.”
Shuffling of feet and a sob, “Dad, why won’t Abby wake up?”
“I don’t know, son. I don’t know.”
I could hear the frustration and pain in his voice, and I wanted to reach out and soothe him.
“I don’t want Abby to leave us, Dad. Can’t you make her better?” A child’s plea.
I could hear the sharp intake of breath, “I would give up everything, for her to just wake up. But it’s up to her.”
Up to me?
How on earth was it up to me?!
Why was this man so infuriating?
Didn’t he know I was trying to wake up?!
As I struggled to wake up, the inky darkness rolled at my feet, trying to drag me back into its soothing depths.
More voices.
Some I could make out and some I couldn’t.
I swear at some point, I heard the mention of bears and glass slippers.
I must be losing my mind.
I struggled and a part of me was so tired of trying to stay afloat, whispering that it would be so much easier to just let go.
No.
I wasn’t ready to give up!
I had too much to live for.
My eyes shot open and I gasped.
The ceiling was white and my eyes quickly took in the room.
I was in a hospital.
Why was no one here?
The slash of pain in my abdomen at the slight movement had me crying out, my voice hoarse.
The sound of the door scraping open had me looking up.
A hiss and suddenly Steven’s face was right in front of me, relief in his eyes, “Abby! You’re awake!”
I groan, “It hurts.”
“Your stitches are still healing,” He tells me, his fingers moving over my face, tracing each feature, his eyes wondering and so happy that I could swear he was seconds away from crying.
“Water,” I whisper, my parched throat begging for relief.
“Of course!” He
leans over, grabs a glass and a straw which lay next to him. “Take small sips.”
I obey him, my lips clenching the plastic straw and taking tiny sips. When I am done, he releases my head, which he had been holding and settles me back on to the pillow before putting the glass back.
“How many days has it been?” I ask, weakly.
“Five,” His voice was rough. “You’ve been in a coma for five days, Abby. I was losing my mind.”
Five days?
“Where’s Aaron? Is he okay?” I was struggling with the words, but I didn’t know if he could tell that.
“I sent him home with Jarvis, but he doesn’t stay there for long. He keeps insisting on bringing his story books over and reading them to you.”
I give him a faint smile, “I’m glad he’s okay.”
He gives me a strange look, before lowering his forehead to mine, his voice thick, “If you had not woken up, I don’t know what I would have done.”
My eyes burn with tears and I lift my uninjured arm, letting my fingers settle in his hair, “But I woke up. And that’s what matters.”
When he takes a deep shuddering breath, the hot air against my lips, I try to smile, “I’m fine now.”
“You risked your own life to save Aaron’s. When I saw the blood all over your coat, and the way you held Aaron to you, this fierce look in your eyes, I thought I would never manage to reach you in time. One of the reasons you bled out so much was because of the way you held Aaron to prevent him from seeing what was happening. I want to say thank you, but I want to yell at you for putting yourself in danger.”
“It was Aaron. They would have had to pry him from my dead fingers.” My voice was fierce, and I could physically feel the fear leaking from him.
“There was so much blood, Abby. I didn’t know how to fix you. You just lay there, your skin so pale that I thought it was over.”
He straightens up, his hand clenched around mine, and I ask, “Who were those men?”
Steven’s jaw tightens, “A business that I just took over; I had fired their previous CEO. He sent those men. They had been following me and Aaron for a few weeks and decided it was easier to take him from you.”
“For ransom?” I was horrified.
When he gave me a grim look, my blood ran cold and I suddenly wished Aaron was here with me, in the room, safe.
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