Love Through LimeLight

by Farrah Abraham

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Many hours later, I realize that thought wasn’t exactly true. Something could make me happier.

  Harper lifts me off my tired feet and crosses the threshold into one of his mansions. I am so tired after the dancing, eating, and celebrating that I can’t remember which of his houses we are in. I believe we’ve travelled to Brazil this time.

  I look over his shoulder before he shuts the door and all I see are beautiful, brightly colored fruit trees and big, emerald leaves. Wherever we are, it’s secluded and private. Perfect.

  My head lolls as Harper walks down a hallway and toward what I sincerely hope is the bedroom. He pulls open a pair of French doors and I gasp. The room is huge and the modern bed in the middle of it calls to me. Harper has surprised me yet again, because the interior is nothing like the dark, island-esque furnishings I caught a glimpse of on our way in. The room is all clean lines and cool colors. The floor is some kind of white stone and the walls are covered with wallpaper the same color as his ring. A loveseat is tucked in one corner next to a stone bookcase filled with thick tomes.

  “Where are we?” My voice is stripped and tired but I force myself to ask anyway.

  “One of my favorite homes,” Harper responds before carrying me toward the floating bed. It’s covered in mauve silk sheets and centered in the middle of the room. “It’s my…sanctuary. No one knows about it and when I want to be alone or I need to unwind, this is where I come.”

  I sit up straight, realizing that this is a profound moment. “No one else has ever been here with you?”

  He shakes his head. “Other than the crew that built it, no one even knows it exists.”

  This is another pocket of Harper’s secret life. I hope that one day I will know every inch of the parts of him he keeps secret from everyone else. “It’s beautiful.”

  He looks at me for a long moment before finally responding. “Not nearly as beautiful as you.”

  He reaches for me and my breath catches in my throat. This is our honeymoon. “Thank you.”

  His hand stops midair. “Are you tired? You had a shower on the plane but if you want another one…”

  His voice. I don’t know what’s going on in his head but the strain in his voice sounds as if he’s trying to hold back something terrible. That dangerous thing I see in his gaze when he doesn’t think I’m looking.

  I swallow. Hard. Whatever he’s protecting me from, I get the feeling that tonight it’s going to come to light. And I want it. I want it more than I thought was possible. All traces of fatigue drain from my body and I swallow again. “No. I want…I want to stay with you.”

  He takes a deep breath. “Are you sure?”

  I smile, realizing he’s trying to give me an out. As if he fully expects me to run away from him. I crawl up on my knees, delighting that my muscles no longer feel as if they weigh a ton. I’ve gotten a second wind and I know exactly what I want to do with it. I slide along the smooth sheets and put my hands on his shoulders. He sucks in a breath and groans when I lean closer and put my mouth against his neck. “I’m positive, husband.”

  “Fallon…” his tone dips into a warning. “I don’t want to scare you.”

  I throw back my head and laugh. He has no idea. The way his fists keep clenching and opening is only turning me on. My clit throbs in time with my heartbeat and I lick my bottom lip. “I could never be afraid of you.”

  The dam breaks and Harper’s hands shoot out and grab my hips. His face twists into a mask of lust and possession, and I barely have time to register the change before his mouth is on mine.

  He slams me backward and covers me with his body. I gasp and his tongue slides between my teeth, touching, tasting, and taking everything that I have to offer.

  I moan into his mouth and his touch becomes more and more forceful. He winds his hands in my hair and pulls until tears form in my eyes. The pressure on my scalp hurts and I feel each strand that is pulled out.

  “Fallon. I want you so fucking badly.”

  He drags his mouth away from mine and along my jaw until he finds my neck. His hands slide down my chest and he pinches my breasts through the fabric of my clothing. I changed after the wedding to a skin-tight white bodysuit. A gold chain wrapped around my waist and jingled whenever I moved. The material is as soft as butter but as he pushes it against my skin it rubs me raw.

  He kisses me so hard I can barely breathe. My mind is overwhelmed by the way he’s taking me and the way he’s mixing pleasure and pain. His manicured nails drag over my skin and I register the sound of tearing cloth as he rips the bodysuit from me.

  He bites down on my shoulder and I cry out. My hands knead his shoulders when he presses his knee between my legs. “You’re so warm.”

  “Harper. Please. More.” I pant out what I need and he bites me again, harder this time.

  The world tilts when he pulls me up and plants his foot on the bed where I have been lying. He keeps me perched on his thigh, balancing my weight with his strength. He kisses my mouth, biting my lips so hard that I cry out. All the while, he uses his hands to rub my clit over his hard thigh.

  I rock my hips, trying to keep up with him but he growls, dragging me off the bed and slamming me up against one of the wallpaper-covered walls. He pins me so that my back is flush against the wall and presses his forearm against my neck. For one terrifyingly sexy moment I think he’s going to choke me but he holds me there, panting in my face. “Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to try to get off.”

  He waits for me to nod before he leans down and twists the fabric of my white thong—the last stich of my clothing—in his fist. It snaps with a painful tug and I open my mouth out of shock. He shoves my torn panties into my mouth. And kisses me around them. “You taste like honey. I can’t wait to get this from the source.”

  His intensity overwhelms me and my eyes roll back in my head. His hands dive into the cleft between my legs and he strokes me brutally. The nerves of my pussy jolt when he slams his meaty palm against it and rubs me so hard I rise up on my tiptoes. I’m so wet he slips in and out easily but his pace never lets up. My abs clench along with the muscles of my pussy.

  I don’t even realize how loudly I’m moaning until he’s crushing my windpipe and the sounds stop coming. I think that I should probably fight, but this is Harper. I trust him completely. With my heart, my body, and even my life.

  He slides a finger inside my bruised pussy and I lift several inches off of the ground. He pounds into me, letting up on the pressure around my throat in pulsing increments. Harder. Softer. Breath. No breath. He drives me higher and higher, his pace increasing until I can’t keep time with his strokes.

  His teeth find my nipple and he drags my breasts together until he has both nipples in his mouth at once. Then he bites down. I come, screaming, hot liquid soaking his hand and running own his hands. My pussy continues to clench as his pounding lessens and he finally stops. I’m a panting, sopping mess by the time he lets me back onto the ground and I can barely focus on the things he’s saying.

  “I am going to make you come so many times that you forget your own name. I am going to brand you so deep that you never forget who you belong to. You are mine, Fallon. Every inch of you belongs to me.”

  There is a threat in his voice that I can’t ignore. I lift my head—an action that costs me precious energy—and respond to him in the only way that seems to make sense. “I’m yours. All of me belongs to you.”

  His eyes flare with possession and lust and he slowly removes the belt from his suit. He flips me around roughly, pressing my face against the wall. Before I realize what’s happening he jerks my hands back and ties my elbows as close together as they can get. Pain tears through my shoulder blades, making me arch my back to reduce the strain. The sound of his zipper opening makes me still and then Harper’s heavy hand connects with my ass in a hard slap. I jerk and hiss in pain but I don’t try to stop him or turn around.

  “Do you want me inside you?�
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  I don’t trust my voice. I nod, rubbing my face against the soft material.

  His hand collides with my soft skin again. “Answer me!”

  “Yes! Please, I want you so deep.” I’m weeping now but not because I’m afraid. I hurt. I hurt in the most delicious way and only he can help me through it.

  “Good.” He pushes me forward and I suck in a frantic breath. It’s the same way as someone would do if they were pushed into a pool with no warning. Just as my head sinks under the surface, Harper pushes the head of his thick dick inside me.

  I groan, long and low in my throat. He’s big. I knew he would be, had seen his erections and had felt him pressed against me. But actually feeling him stretch me out makes my toes curl and the back of my head feel as if it’s going to blow off. “Daaaaaamn.” I manage to squeeze out the words as my walls hug him.

  He slides in to the hilt, never bothering to give me a chance to adjust. “You can take me. You were made to take me.”

  He slams into me and I hiss with every stroke. It’s too much, too soon. When he leans in to touch my clit I feel like I’m going to come apart. My entire body trembles and the belt around my arms only gives him something to hold on to while he pounds into me.

  Stars burst behind my eyelids, bright and violent. His chest pushes my arms closer against my body, making the pain sharper. I cry out, uncaring how I sound. I can’t hold anything back with Harper and he knows it. He pushes harder, slamming my cheek against the wall and my knees knock together.

  I would have buckled and crashed to the ground bonelessly but he holds me up. He drives into me mercilessly and my brain short-circuits.

  I come screaming.

  Harper jerks me back against his chest and the belt clatters to the ground beneath us. It lands wetly in the puddle I’ve created.

  He pulls out of me with a wet pop and sinks to the ground behind me. I jerk when his tongue swipes a line of my juice from my thigh. He smacks his lips loudly and his hot breath cascades over my swollen pussy lips. “Yeah. Just like honey.”

  He stands slowly and even without turning, I can tell that he’s stroking himself. His breathing hikes up and for a second I think he’s going to come on my back. But then he kicks my feet further apart, forcing me to make my wobbly knees work.

  “You like it in the ass, right? I’ve seen your video so many times. Is your ass as hot and tight as the rest of you?”

  He doesn’t give me a chance to answer his question.

  I expect him to take his time but when his thumb slides into my ass I realize he’s been preparing me the entire time. The juice he scoops up from my pussy works as lubrication and I rise up, trying to get him to touch me deeper. Harder.

  I adjust to him quickly and by the time he has two fingers inside me I feel like my entire body is on fire. He pushes deeper, scissoring his knuckles in and out. All the while, he strokes his cock with furious jerks.

  “You’re ready for me. Can you take it?”

  I sense what he needs. “Of course,” I pant. “I was made to take you.”

  The grunt of satisfaction that leaves him is my only warning. He shifts his hold to my shoulders and drives into my ass without guiding his dick. He finds my hole and pushes, sliding deeper than anyone has ever been.

  Branding me.

  I crumple against the wall but it doesn’t matter. He holds me in place, driving into me with expert strokes. His hands on my shoulders bite into my skin and I moan loudly, begging him to let me come.

  “Come, my opal. Cover me.”

  I come again, my already weak knees finally giving out completely. I’m deadweight and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He slams into me until he throws his head back and roars. That sound should turn me off. My body is mush and my brain is a jumbled mess.

  Instead, it makes me want more.

  Harper leans against me while still managing to hold both of us up. For several minutes we simply pant, each of us trying to catch our breath.

  “That was…” he starts but can’t seem to find the right word.

  “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

  He shakes his head, as bewildered as I am. Nothing has ever been as good as that. Nothing. And I get the distinct feeling that nothing ever will be again.

  He kisses me gently this time when he pulls me against his chest. Having finally found a pocket of strength, he carries me to the bed and lays me against the soft material.

  From one of the nightstands he pulls out a hand towel and wipes me down. The care he takes makes me blush but I’m too tired to fight him. After both of us are as clean as we can get without a proper shower, he climbs into the bed beside me and pulls the sheet over us.

  “I love you, Mrs. Vasso.”

  I snuggle against him, feeling safer and happier than I’ve been in a long time. “I love you too, Mr. Vasso.”

  I press my ear against his chest and listen to his heartbeat as it slows down. Just as I think he has fallen asleep, the rumble of his voice starts in his chest. “You should really try to get some sleep. You know I’m going to be waking you up again in a few hours.”

  I laugh, swinging one of my legs up and over his body. When I lean down to bring my face closer to his, he grins up at me. “Why wait until then?”

  He nips the end of my nose. “Bring it, my opal.”

  I do.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “Are your bags all packed?” Harper calls from the living room while I power up my cellphone for the last time before we hit the road. “We have to be at the airport in thirty minutes if you’re going to make your meeting.”

  “Coming, I just want to check one last thing.” I shout back. He goes back to loading the rest of our bags in the car.

  I can’t help but smile as I load up the latest gossip rag websites. They’re claiming all kinds of crazy things about Harper and me. It’s what I’ve come to expect and it doesn’t even make me mad any more.

  But it’s the comments that I love the most. Where before they were dismissive and uneducated, more and more readers are speaking out against the lies and slander being posted about me. It is much easier for me to read what is being said when I get to see the responses finally reflecting more of the truth.

  It was more than I expected a year ago and I knew it would only get better as time went on. These shows of support are exactly what I need as I make my way through my most recent ambitions. But more than that, they are a symbol of what I have overcome.

  I am no longer the girl they thought they knew. I am no longer someone who can be pushed around. The right people know they want me in their corner and the wrong people stay far away from me.

  I look back over my shoulder to where Harper has vanished and smile again. I think about the people who have dismissed me, the ones who have underestimated me. No matter what my haters might think now, they at least know that I am a force to be reckoned with.

  I check my stocks and the various business reports that are waiting for my approval. My email, which I haven’t checked since the wedding, is full of invitations and requests for appearances. I don’t respond to any of them, just mark a few for follow-up and forward them to my casting managers.

  Harper comes up behind me while I am working and wraps his arms around me. “Working hard, I see.”

  I tilt my head back so that I can get a better look at him. Just looking into his eyes makes my body tingle with awareness. The things he can do to me are so much more than I ever hoped for. He is every twisted, hot fantasy I have ever been too afraid to let myself have.

  I would wear every bruise with pride.

  “I just have a few more things to check.”

  He tsks. “You said that ten minutes ago. We’re going to be late at this rate.”

  I put my phone back in my pocket and turn in his arms. He immediately gathers me up and pulls me in close. Close to his heart. “Does it matter if we’re late? You own the plane, don’t you?”

  This time he laughs and I get caught up i
n the absurdity of our lives. I’m blessed in so many ways and this man is the beginning of everything. He fits in my life in the most honest way possible and I do the same for him.

  We will be the power couple of the century.

  He kisses me and I feel the aggression behind the action. The promise. He has stopped holding back and I love every moment of it. No one else could take his intensity better than I do and no one ever will.

  “Come on,” he says again. “Before I make us very, very late.”

  Just like that, I am wet and ready for him. But he’s right, we have to get going. The rich and powerful are an impatient lot, and the mayor will take offense if I miss our meeting.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” I walk away from Harper and head toward the door. Before I step out into the sunshine, I call over my shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t expect all the things you could be doing now, once we get on the plane.”

  Harper laughs. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Neither would I.

  About Farrah Abraham

  At the tender age of 16, Abraham evolved from high school cheerleader and aspiring model to teenage mom-to-be as documented in the MTV series 16 and Pregnant. Abraham faced single motherhood head-on as she dealt with the passing of her baby’s father two months prior to her daughter Sophia’s birth. The young star’s story would eventually captivate international audiences and make her a fan favorite, creating the opportunity for Abraham to star in MTV’s spin-off series, Teen Mom. After several seasons on MTV, Abraham pursued higher education and has continued to build her brand.

  Over the span of her blossoming career, Abraham has graced the covers of top magazines, such as Us Weekly and Life & Style. The reality star has been featured on dozens of commercials and networks, including HLN, ABC, VH1, MTV, Bravo, E!, FOX, NBC and many more.