Sweet Redemption_Sweet Duet, Part 2

by Ellie Jean

  He is my home…

  “Keep doing that and I won’t be able to stop myself,” he murmurs, pulling me from the exact thoughts he is talking about. His wide smile melts me. My body is ready for anything this man has to offer.

  “What if I don’t want to?” My fingers trace his nipples, next his collarbone up to his jaw. My eyes trained directly on his.

  “Oh, Sweetness, you’re a wicked, naughty girl.”

  “Only with you.” Alex brings me to life. No one has been able to do this ever. He worships my body and trusts me with his. Alex loves me.

  Admiring the view lying next to me, I ogle his body, assaulting it with my featherlight touch. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, excited to be stroking Alex again. My hand finds its way to his cock, which is standing proud and hard. The velvet skin strained with a large vein protruding along it.

  Holy hell, how does that fit inside me?

  “I’m going to make love to you now.” Pulling his shoulder slowly from underneath my head, I lay flat on my back, Alex’s sturdy body lies on his side next to mine, “For weeks, I have needed to show you. To remind you, how much you mean to me.” Cerulean blue eyes scan my naked body. My pussy is melting before his very eyes. They turn me to mush. “Raise your arms above your head.” Doing as I’m told, I feel his fingers floating over my arms and the ticklish flesh under my arms.

  “It tickles…”

  “Keep them still, Isla.”

  Doing as I’m told, he moves on top, trailing where his fingers have just left with his mouth. Moving up and down my arms, leaving me to lean forward, running my tongue over his chest, nipping his firm muscles. Stretched out, he holds my arms with one of his hands, reaching to my pussy, sliding his long fingers in and out of my wet channel. If it’s at all possible, I’m still melting like an ice cream subjected to heat. Lying there, I relish his touch. I’ve been craving it. He flicks my clit with precision, shooting sparks that cause my legs and body to twitch. The assault on my nipples is agonizingly amazing.

  I love his control. His body commands mine, relieving me of any decision to be made. The sensations raging through my veins is explosive. Rolling my eyes back in my head, I am so close to reaching my pinnacle.

  The touch sending me wild stops.

  My eyes flash to his. A smirk overtaking his face.

  “You’re barbaric… I was so close.” I playfully mutter, but really mean every word. How could he cease touching me?

  “I want to be inside you, Isla, when you come. I need you to squeeze me, milking me dry. I need that connection now.”

  I want that too.

  My arms are left above my head, while Alex lifts my legs around his waist, opening me up unreservedly. I tighten my feet behind his back, lifting my ass higher so Alex can enter me fully. With care, his dick eases between my legs, brushing past my jewel, sending shock waves throughout my limbs. Raising my hips up, I want all of him hitting me when he moves again.

  Observing him, watching where we join is so provocative and sensual. Emotions filter across his face as he pulls painstakingly out of my pussy, only to repeat with precision, entering me again. Sitting back, knees bent so his cock can plow into me easily, his chest rises and falls rhythmically, the muscles in his neck are popping out, strained with concentration. My arms languidly stay taut above my head, exposing my entire naked body for Alex to view.

  “I can’t go slow for much longer, Sweetness.”

  “Don’t then…”

  Placing his expert fingers over my sensitive spot, he swirls it relentlessly. Pumping into me harder now, my tits sway with his commanding rhythm. Sucking in my breath, the walls inside me are starting to contract. The feeling is something I had hoped I would feel again. It’s excruciating. But oh, so amazing. Alex is annihilating every cell within me. I try and hold back from the point of no return, waiting for Alex to be there with me. Looking at his face, there is sweat forming across his brow. The determined, sexy look he gets when devouring me sends me to paradise. I resist moving my hands, but, fuck, it is so hard not to grab him, heightening and prolonging my intense release. My nails stab inside my hands with the strength of a weightlifter. The way my body reacts to Alex is so profound.

  Driving into me, my fatigued body sways with this machine. Grunting with loud moans, his neck arches back in a roar, impaling me, hitting my heart I’m sure, he’s in that deep. Heaving in and out a few more times, his movements become slower and more passionate. The constant motion down below continues to spark along my nerve endings. Holding his ass, I stop him before we start another round. My weary body is spent. Alex lies his magnificent body on mine, holding most of his weight on his elbows beside my body.

  Latching onto my lips, his kiss is forceful yet subdued. I empty what’s left of myself into his kiss.

  Taking a breath, “I love you, Isla Winters,” penetrates the quiet room.

  Nuzzling in close, smelling his citrus scent mixed with our lovemaking, the words, “I love you too,” fall from my lips.

  “This is how it’s meant to be. You and me, with nothing in between, Sweetness.”

  His hand strokes my hair, lulling me even more. Numbness overtakes my mind, leaving me safe and secure in the protective arms of my captor and the man in my dreams.

  Except he is stronger, more chivalrous, more handsome, and sexier than I could have ever dreamed about.

  “They’re all fucking useless. Find her.” Slamming my fist against my wooden desk, everything on it rattles. It’s been hours since the fucking alarm went off at my engagement party and Isla is still nowhere to be found.

  Maksim should have been on her the second the lights went down, but he’d probably been too busy eyeing up the gorgeous women surrounding him. Stupid motherfucker. Yelling with pent-up frustration, I call down the corridor of my Rosebay Apartment, “Don’t come back here without her!”

  If I find her first, he won’t be around long enough to wish her a welcome back. Cocksucker…

  Petya is sitting in the corner of my office, drinking a glass of water. We’d been held up at The Resort trying to get answers to where Isla had disappeared to. Chaos had broken loose when the bullets were shot around the large room. People screaming, bodies lying on the ground, or trying to gain cover from some madman in the dark shooting at them. Calling her name profusely got me nowhere. Petya and Maksim’s team of security were rendered sightless in the dark and were useless.

  What the fuck did I leave her side for? Knowing the dangers and the fact that the fucker Raven was there, I should have been by her side… When the pounding of the bullets stopped, I ran through the darkened room, stepping on people no doubt, to where I left Isla. The screeching alarm finally stopped and the lights blazed within five minutes but it was enough time for some prick to take my property or for Isla to escape from me on her own. I had to count it as a possibility. Albeit a slim one as she knew how serious I was about hurting anyone she loved to get what I wanted.

  Petya and his security team searched everywhere a person could go without a pass in the resort once we determined she was missing, while I made phone calls to other families who owed me favors. I’m pissed as hell that I can’t even track her because she didn’t bring her purse tonight. She could be right under our noses in one of the rooms and we wouldn’t know it. I had no power to search the premises. But Alex Raven did and for some fucking reason he was nowhere to be found either.

  FUCK!

  The manager was at the doorway the minute the lights were on, ushering people out of the stately room. Talking to the police and the rescue squad that had arrived, he reviewed if anyone had been hurt. From what I surveyed, no one had. The only problem that existed was that Isla was missing and Seth and Kameron were gone as well. But they could have left together before this nightmare occurred.

  The police came, but they weren’t going to have the answers I needed. I couldn’t fucking come straight out and tell them I was blackmailing Isla to marry me. Talking to their lazy asses, I decided
not to alert them to the fact I couldn’t find my fiancée, stating that she was taken out to the car already due to tiredness. I explained I had been going to join her when the commotion erupted.

  What a massive clusterfuck tonight has been.

  Pacing around my office, hours after the disappearance, I still haven’t heard from a single person. Running my hand through my hair, my blood’s still rapidly flowing through my veins. “Who the fuck have we got on this?”

  “I’ve contacted all of the families we deal with. Everyone will be watching for Isla. If she has been taken by one of our enemies, we will know about it very soon. We have eyes and ears everywhere in this town, stretching far beyond this city.” Petya takes another mouthful of his drink. “We will find her.”

  Pouring myself a double scotch, no ice, I’ve been rendered powerless for the night. This doesn’t fucking happen to me… Ever…

  Knocking back my drink, anger continues to swirl through me.

  “Someone will fucking pay for tonight.” Throwing my glass against the wall, my frustrations boil over. “I don’t care what you do but find her alive.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And fucking kill the bastard who has her.”

  I walk with determination to my empty room. She had better pray she hasn’t run away from me, cause when I find her, she’s going to wish she hadn’t defied her fiancé…

  Eight hours have passed since I effectively kidnapped Dimitri Sokolov’s fiancée.

  Fuck that for a joke. She’s no one’s, but mine…

  Sunlight woke me thirty minutes ago from the best sleep I have had since the day before we left for Las Vegas, over a month ago. Silently removing my body from being entwined against Isla’s, I go to the bathroom and take a casual shirt and jeans from the cupboard, prolonging my journey to find my phone. There will be so much I have to deal with once I find it. Strolling to the lounge area, I find my car keys before walking out to the car, in the crisp late winter air, to retrieve my phone. Turning it on will be the end of my peace and quiet. And I will be traceable to my family instantly.

  Pressing the on button, the phone beeps to alert me of the messages I received last night. After a few minutes it finally goes quiet. Stepping back inside the house, there is still peace. Scrolling though the many text messages, I’m not surprised that the most are from my manager trying to locate me, to organize a time to speak to the police, to assure me the resort is fine, and he has it under control plus twenty others uttering much of the same nonsense. Liam, Jared, and Seth have all left me a message, asking for an update and informing me they still have Adeline and Ben tucked away safely in the resort.

  My eyes scan through more messages, random clients, businessmen, and journalists trying to get the story about the gunman and the information surrounding him.

  One brief message catches my attention…

  I will kill you if you have her.

  Bring it on bastard…

  You won’t know what has hit you until it’s too late…

  Dimitri having my number could be a problem. Tracing him to us. About to power the phone back down, another ping sounds quietly. A calendar reminder for today-Isla’s 25th birthday.

  The screen goes black after I read it.

  I’d forgotten all about it this morning with the events of last night. Realizing it was her birthday only after I spoke to her mother last night. I don’t think Isla actually ever mentioned the date of her birth being August 19.

  What the hell can I do to make this whole disaster blend into the background for a day?

  My hand opens the door again and I walk to my mother’s beloved garden. Some roses are in full bloom and I notice a variety of other colorful flowers grace the grounds, providing a stunning arrangement in the garden. Searching, I find mother’s sécateurs in their pouch next to her gardening gloves in the garden box. Cutting as many roses and flowers as I can, without leaving the garden bare, I rush inside tying them together with some kitchen string I find in the drawer.

  Should I make her breakfast in bed to go with the flowers? I guess it’s better than nothing since today my resources are limited. It’s not as though I can run out and get her a present while trying to protect her from any person who thinks they have the right to take what’s mine… But I can still organize a trip to one of the finest antique exhibitions in London for when this craziness ends. A holiday for us both to forget about Sokolov.

  Firing up the hot plates, I find fresh bacon and eggs in the fridge. My cooking skills are basic at best, but this I can handle. There’s some fresh fruit I can cut up and fresh orange juice to drink. A huge thank you goes to the housekeeper that keeps this house organized and stocked for any of us who arrive unannounced. Heating the bacon and eggs, I wonder how she likes her eggs cooked. She’ll just have to have runny, since that’s how I like them. While they are spitting and splattering on the heat, I rummage through the draws, cupboards, and pantry. “Aha… Found one.” I knew there had to be a candle around here somewhere. The family has spent many celebrations here.

  Removing the hot food from the pan, I place it in the oven then cut up the fruit. Rearranging it on a plate, it looks good, I poke the candle into the strawberry on top. I think I missed my calling in life… This food looks great, if I do say so myself…

  Noises from the other room bring me back to reality. Isla must be awake. Holding the flowers in my hand, I walk to the room we made love in last night. Sex still filters through the air when I enter the doorway. Isla’s bare ass is sticking out of the cupboard. Fuck, that’s a sight I want to see every morning… Her arms are moving things around. Cursing from her is soft, but there.

  Without disturbing her, I place the flowers on the bed and move behind her, placing my hands around her middle, fondling her tits, then gently over her skin, I whisper, “Happy birthday, Sweetness.”

  Her slender back straightens, her neck bends back, and I can’t resist planting a kiss on her cheek.

  “Thank you.” Her hand reaches behind my head, pulling me back to her. She turns around so her beauty is touching my front. My hands dig into her ass, keeping her close, grinding my stiff cock into her soft skin.

  “What are you searching for?” I lift my eyes to the cupboard and back to her.

  “I’ve got no clothes, but that one dress from last night.” Her sensual smile is telling me she doesn’t really care now.

  “That’s too bad.” Actually… No, it’s definitely not… My smile and bright eyes don’t match my wording at all.

  Shoving my shoulder, she laughs. “I need something to put on. I can’t walk around here naked for however long I’m here for.” A hint of worry flashes over her face.

  “I don’t know why not. It’s only me and you here. Sounds like a perfect idea to me.” Holding her in place, I wonder if that is something she would like to do under normal circumstances.

  “Yeah, but you have clothes on.”

  “Is that all that’s bothering you, I can fix that now.” Moving back, pulling at my shirt, I lift it off in a single movement. My jeans are next. Undoing my button and zipper I start to lower them.

  “Oh my… Are you really going to walk around here naked with me?”

  “If you need me to, Sweetness, I will do anything you want today. It’s your birthday. And I aim to please you any way I can.” Pulling my pants off, I stand naked before her. I step toward the bed and pick up the bunch of flowers I made for her.

  “Happy birthday, Sweetness.” Handing her the makeshift bouquet, I lean in and kiss her tender lips. “I must confess I have an ulterior motive for getting you naked.”

  “Thank you for the beautiful flowers.” My nose smells the bunch. They are divine. “Really? And what may that be?” Her playful banter makes me smile. It makes my day knowing I can do that for her.

  “How about I show you?” I take her hand and walk her to the bed, placing the flowers on the floor.

  “Sit. I’ll be back in a moment.” A set of drawers is near th
e doorway. I’m sure I’ll find what I need in there. Relocating items such as socks, boxers, briefs, some shirts, I finally find what I need. Something long that I can blindfold her with. It’s her birthday after all, she deserves surprises… Her legs shuffle on the floor back and forth, and she looks inquisitive when I look to her over my shoulder. Her lungs expand in a calm way, making me catch my breath just looking at their succulence. Pulling one of my mother’s or Sarah’s scarves out of the drawer, I let it float behind me. Isla’s breathing stumbles.

  “I thought I’d give you your other birthday present now… I can’t wait any longer.” A cheeky smile is plastered on my face. “But I have to blindfold you before I can give it to you.” Concern is evident in eyes. “It’s something I know you’ll love, Isla.” Holding her chin up, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose to ease her worried face.

  “I feel silly for saying this because I know you never would, but you won’t hurt me, will you?”

  Continuing to hold her chin so her violet eyes stay on mine, “You’ve trusted me with everything else. Don’t doubt me now, Sweetness.”

  Placing her finger near her mouth that is smirking as though she is in deep thought, she catches me off guard. “Actually, there is something I need to hear from your own mouth, before I trust you completely. Who was that bimbo all over you the other night?” My hands rest on her shoulders, the scarf dropping over her creamy skin.

  “I thought we had gone through that all ready.”

  Resting her arms on hips, she’s fast with her reply. “No. A quick statement from Kameron and you doesn’t cut it. Why were her hands over my man?”

  Grinning like I have won the million-dollar lottery, I have something better. Isla just called me, her man.

  “Your man wouldn’t dare let any woman touch him. Dede caught me off guard and slithered her way up near us at the club when Seth and Kameron had taken me to talk to them about you. Unfortunately, some asshole decided to capture the moment that lasted a millisecond before Kameron launched herself at her. It was quite the show.” Trying for humor, because that’s what it was, Isla’s in deep thought. Her mouth is closed tightly, but her eyes display mischief.