by Izzy Sweet
“That’s correct,” Mary says with a stern nod of her head. “Now apologize to Meredith.”
“I’m sorry, aunt Meredith,” Evelyn says. And though her voice sounds properly chastised, the glint in her eyes is anything but.
Thankfully, Mary can’t see it. I love Mary, I truly do. She pretty much raised me after my mother married Joseph, but she can be rather strict about propriety.
Matthew never had any issues with her, he was always her darling little angel. But me, I can’t even count how many hours I spent in the corner or writing sentences because I misbehaved.
I give Evelyn one more tight hug and lean down to whisper into her ear. “You can run into me and hug me anytime.”
Evelyn flashes me the brightest grin as I straighten and glance to Mary.
“How are you, Mary?” I ask, taking in all the changes to her that have occurred over the years.
“I’ve been very well, thank you for asking, Meredith,” she smiles at me.
Yes, I’ve probably warmed her old heart by showing some of her lessons stuck.
“Oh!” Evelyn says as she pulls away from me a little bit and places her hand on my stomach. With a look of wonder on her face, she rubs her hand against me. “There’s a baby in your belly, aunt Meredith.”
“What?” I gasp in surprise then laugh. That’s just… not possible.
Evelyn pulls away and gives me a hurt look.
Hating that look, I immediately try to explain, “I had a very big lunch, Evelyn. That’s all.”
Evelyn nods her head slowly, but she doesn’t seem convinced.
Sighing, I glance towards Simon, hoping he’ll back me up, but his face has gone white.
What the hell does he have to be worried about?
“Evelyn, I believe your mother is calling for you,” Mary says.
With a nod of her head, Evelyn says cheerfully, “I’ll see you later, aunt Meredith.”
Then she darts off in a swirl of pink skirts and blonde curls.
Mary smiles with affection, the wrinkles around her eyes crinkling, as she watches Evelyn skip her way to her waiting mother.
Then she turns to me.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss what Evelyn said, Meredith” she says with a twinkle in her eyes. “Young children can be more perceptive than we give them credit for.”
16
Simon
By the time we pull into the garage, my blood is boiling with rage, hormones, and a passion I akin to something like burning alive in my own soul.
I know Meredith was pushing her limits on purpose, but the flames of the raging jealous beast inside of me threaten to steal my sanity.
Would I actually end James’s life because he pushed too close to Meredith?
Yes, without a second thought.
Lucifer’s rules and laws be damned.
The garage door fully shuts behind us and I prevent Meredith from unlocking the doors. Shutting off the engine, I allow my emotions to fully engulf me for five full seconds.
We sit in the pitch black garage, waiting.
“Simon?” Meredith whispers as her hand reaches out to touch my shoulder.
I can feel her delicate fingers resting on my shoulder even through the material of my suit jacket and dress shirt. A fire erupts inside my chest, roaring through my blood due to my hyper-sensitivity to this creature.
I can’t call her a woman, she’s so much more than that.
She’s my salvation, damnation, and my very essence.
She has so unhinged me from my world of laws and placement… everything about her destroys me completely.
Pushing open the door of my car, I slam it shut behind me and move with all the purpose I can in long strides around the car. She’s still waiting inside, more than likely unable to grasp just how fucking serious the moment is for me right now.
Sliding my hand into my jacket pocket, the black, cold grip of the stiletto nearly freezes my hand to it.
She’s going to be the end of me, I know it now.
One way or the other, my life will end with her.
I’ve lived far too long in this self-imposed hell. I’ve lived too long on my own accord, giving nothing of myself to the world. Part of my analytical mind rebels against the change she has brought to me.
From order she has wrought chaos. Chaos I simply can’t understand. In my life there are laws, as in nature. To violate these laws is to invite uncertainty in.
Yanking open the SUV’s door, I look into her shocked eyes.
The bright light coming from the overhead light in the car is all that illuminates the enclosed space. My chest is heaving in breath, each one pulled deeply through my nose as I stare at her.
She will only bring my ruin if I don’t end this now.
James was the catalyst to this. Just seeing her with him has brought me to this moment. I’m no longer sure if I’m an animal or some savage.
Reaching in past her lap, I push the seatbelt release then look back into her eyes.
She’s kept her eyes warily trained on me this entire time, and I have no doubt that she tried to watch me out in the darkness before I opened her door.
Grabbing her by the wrist, I pull her from the seat, but I feel her dig her feet into the cement as she asks, “What in the world is wrong with you Simon?”
“If you want to live through the next five seconds, move your ass,” I growl out without looking back.
Tugging her wrist hard, I move us forward, pulling her as much as pushing myself through the darkened garage. When I finally reach the door, it seems as if the lock takes an eternity to get the tumbler inside to open.
Then the keypad for the security alarm inside the door gives me a failed number entry before I slam my fingers into the pads, finally hitting the correct code.
Too much time has passed for me. I simply can’t control what my body wants any further. My mind is falling into a dim awareness. It’s somewhere between mindless lust and murderous rage.
What is happening to me? How has she driven me to this point?
Pulling her through the mudroom, I get to the kitchen island before my feet can no longer push me any further.
Spinning around to face her, I rip the stiletto from my pocket.
Pushing the button, it comes up between us.
Her eyes widen in fright and she tries to step back away from me.
“Don’t fucking move,” I growl as I advance on her.
Bending down, I grab the hem of her dress in my hand, pulling it tight as I begin to slice through the wispy fabric.
The loud hiss of metal slicing through cloth fills the dead air of the kitchen.
“Simon, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she shrieks as I near her stomach.
“Be silent, Meredith. I would not be happy if we marred your perfection.”
My words have the desired effect because she stiffens and stills.
She must sense that I can barely keep control of the razor sharp knife.
The blade slowly, but shakily, travels up the dress, coming to a stop at the right side of her left breast.
Just above the heart, almost at the exact place I pushed a similar instrument of death between Cherry’s ribs.
I could end this once and for all right now.
Remove her from my life.
No more headaches, no more uncontrollable urges.
Nothing but silence.
I even have approval to do with her as I wish.
What I wish for though is something entirely different…
Giving the blade a final jerk upwards, the dress falls open. I push the split front apart to expose the tanned flesh of her heavy breasts.
They heave up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm.
I have no doubt if I look up into her eyes, I’ll scare her with the intensity of my look.
Pushing the button to close the stiletto, I drop it back into my jacket pocket.
My hands shake as I remove my jacket and drop it to the ki
tchen floor.
Then slowly I lift the ragged edges of the dress where I split it open.
Pushing them aside, I watch as it slides down her sculpted shoulders. It falls to the floor in a slow, fluttering sigh, and pools around her feet.
Taking a step back, I look at my perfect ballerina. That’s what she reminds me of so fiercely right now. So fiercely that I can’t suppress the memory that’s springs forth from my childhood.
Siting in the opera box as I watched the ballerinas lift high on their tiptoes, their arms arched above their heads. Their perfect hair pulled tight, their pristine faces made up to be beautiful beyond compare.
Meredith has no idea of how very powerful of a drug her body is for me. It’s as if my body craves hers more than it needs air to exist.
Standing before me she wears nothing but heels and a matching white lacy bra and thong. I have no doubt if I were to her turn around, I would see the taut muscles of her shoulders pulled back proudly.
Her ass would stick out, begging for my hand to strike it red.
Punish her for her impudence or ravish her for her being unable to control her own sexuality?
Stalking towards her, I push up into her personal space.
I can see the fear inside of her eyes but I also see the arousal.
She gets off on being forced into uncomfortable situations. She needs the feeling of having no control, to know she is not in any way, shape, or form able to resist.
Taking her by the shoulders, gently I push her back until her ass comes to rest against the ledge of the island kitchen.
Moving my hands from her shoulders to her armpits, I lift her up in one swift move.
Sitting her down on the counter, I push my way between her legs.
“Simon, you just cut up a one-thousand-dollar dress,” she states simply.
Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “I’ll buy you five new ones, just tell me where you got it.”
Shaking her head, she tries to push at my chest, but I don’t budge.
My cock is scant inches away from her hot pussy. There’s no chance I’ll let her control where my body goes right now.
“That’s not the point! I got that…” she snaps at me, but her words soon falter as I lean forward.
My mouth falls to her throat.
Scraping my teeth lightly across her jugular, I let my tongue slip out as I kiss and taste the flesh there.
Pulling back from her neck, I peer into her eyes. “Shut up, Meredith.”
Nipping at her clavicle, I move around the front of her chest. Nipping gently in spots then kissing in others.
I want to rush, I want to bite hard down on her flesh, marking her like she marked me.
But I can’t do that yet.
I must control my urges if I want to continue through with my plan.
Plans are all I have left now. Plans that are easily broken.
She’s broken something deep inside of me.
I don’t know what it is yet, but I know that it’s slowly unleashing something I’ve never seen or felt before.
Further down, I rest my mouth on the top of her heavy, succulent breast.
Her pale pink nipples are covered by the cups of her lacy bra.
I want to rip it apart with my teeth. To unleash this savage desire to maul her body like a beast in heat.
She must sense this feeling I have to destroy her as much as I want to keep her.
Grasping the back of my head, she digs her fingers into my hair, pulling me hard to her breast.
My hand slides slowly up her stomach, moving up to the rim holding her breasts.
There, I pull hard on the material, and her nipple finally comes within reach of my aching tongue. I spend what feels like an eternity kissing around her tightened bud. I try not give in too fast to my desire, but even I am only so strong.
My mouth covers her nipple with relish, sucking at it hard then softly.
I can’t even begin to guess why I can’t settle into a rhythm. I’m craving too much of her body. I want to taste too many things.
Moving down past her breast, she shudders as I trail my mouth straight down.
My tongue stops to slowly circle around her small belly button. She knows where my mouth is headed. There is no chance of her being unsure.
Putting my hands in the bands of her panties, I pull both sides until I hear the fabric rip.
My tongue can practically taste her scent as I hover so close to her femininity.
Pulling her ass closer to the edge of the counter, I kneel down in front of her long legs and gently spread her thighs as I push each leg over my shoulders.
Kissing her inner thigh, her quiet gasps turn into low moans of arousal.
“Bear in mind, princess, this will be the first time I’ve done this. But…” I say as I trail small kisses closer and closer to her pussy.
“Simon!” she giggles so merrily. “Truly, you’ve never…”
Looking up into her eyes, I frown. “As if I would ever put my mouth on any part of another’s body. You alone, my princess. Always you alone.”
Not waiting for a response, I push my tongue hard against her folds as I lick straight up to where her needy clit is.
My tongue swirls around as she locks her legs around my head.
“Holy shit!” she shouts out, her hands grabbing onto the back of my head.
She tastes exactly as I imagined she would. A mixture of ambrosia with a hint of darkness to her. It’s like I’ve found the nectar of the gods, begging to be sucked and licked until I’m drunk with passion.
I continue to swirl my tongue around her clit, not giving her a moment of peace.
There will be no subtle build up right now. I want her to know for a fact I can give her all she’ll ever need in so many ways.
I slip two fingers past her folds, the wet skin already giving me enough lubrication to push them deep inside of her.
I crook the fingers into a come-hither motion as I explore, searching for that perfect spot.
Arching her back, I manage to look up enough and catch one of her hands freeing itself from my head.
She grasps at the breast I kissed so recently. She nearly rips the bra free of her chest as she mashes her fingers across it.
Her nipple becomes trapped in a small pinch as she bucks her hips at me.
“Fuck!” she groans out long and loudly as I start to increase the pressure of my fingers on her g-spot.
My tongue is relentless against her clit. Never stopping. If anything, I put more pressure on her as her stomach muscles clench faster and faster.
“Simon, wait…I… wait.”
No chance.
I have no clue what she wants me to wait for, but this woman is mine and she is going to fucking come for me whether she wants to or not.
“Simon, I’m going to…”
Yes, you fucking are, I think to myself.
Pressing my tongue hard on her clit, I lick up and down.
No relief is given.
Her walls squeeze hard around my fingers as her body locks up tightly around me. Every muscle of her body is in complete shock.
My eyes have enough view of her to see her mouth open in a silent scream.
I lick her through the peak and then slow the pace of my thrusting fingers and relentless tongue.
Aftershocks rock her body mightily as she moans over and over again my name.
Pulling my mouth from her pussy, I growl, “Know this, princess. I’m in control of your body now. I give you the pleasure and pain you so badly need.”
“God, you’re a monster,” she says with a small laugh as I stand up from her quaking thighs.
It seems she can’t get them to quit shaking as she rests her hands on top of them.
Even her fingers are quivering.
“Yes, I am,” I say simply.
My hands fall to my belt and I quickly undo the buckle.
Her eyes widen. “You just about killed me, I need a minute to recover.”
> “No. Not happening.”
My cock is so fucking hard right now that it feels as if I somehow hurt it. My balls feel swollen with seed.
I quickly unfasten my pants.
Yanking the zipper down, I finally feel some relief from how damn sore I am. My boxers fall down next.
Looking at my cock with almost greedy eyes, she winces as her eyes slice up to my face.
“Simon, I know what we want to do… But what Evelyn said… We need to protect ourselves here.”
“No… we really don’t,” I growl as I advance on her again, my thick cock leading the way.
It was only last night that we were intimate with each other, but this ache, it fills my entire body. It craves her warmth.
Pushing myself between her legs again, I soak up the look of trepidation on her face. She wants to be with me as badly as I do her. Her whole body is ready for me.
Her pupils dilate as her breath comes in increasingly rapid pants.
“Simon, we really shouldn’t,” she says.
Her words lie though.
Her spreading thighs… the way her ankles begin to lock behind my waist… prove that.
Rubbing my thick head against her silken lips, I push just enough of my cock in to enter her.
“Simon, we…” she hisses out when I stop.
“We what, Meredith?” I ask her.
Using my hand, I rub the tip of my cock up and down between her folds.
“Simon, this is such a dangerous game you play,” she says in what I can only describe as a moment of clarity.
“So the fuck what? You’ve already destroyed me. What’s another nail to the coffin?” I ask.
“I’ve what?” she asks with her eyes widening.
No words come from me though, too much has been said already.
Shoving forward, I push my long length deep into her body. Eyes closing, I don’t wait for her to make some wrong decision about what our future holds.
No, now it’s my choosing and she’s along for the ride. I am firm in that one belief that I know what’s best for her.
Nothing else matters in this world but her, and by that extension us.
“Jesus, Simon!” she growls as I finally bottom out inside of her.
Wrapping my arms around her chest, I push my mouth against her sweet lips to silence her words.