“You’re drunk,” I fling at him, and he laughs poking me in the chest with a gnarled index finger.
“And you’re a slut. Selling yourself to the highest bidder as always. First my dear brother and now this loser. I knew you’d do it. I knew you’d choose that common boy over your brother. Over me. That’s why I already did it.”
“Did what?” I ask, suddenly afraid. Edmund is worse than Beaufort ever was, Edmund has an evil streak that likes to see others in pain. I’ve watched him at work, making sure that others suffer. All legal, all above board, making sure his male clients got off with assaults, rapes, abuses of every kind. His reputation as a cut-throat lawyer precedes him. If you want a divorce and want your wife to get less than she’s entitled to, then Edmund Hartman is the lawyer for you. He enjoys it, winning, enjoys seeing women suffer. Enjoys destruction. And now he wants me. He wants to destroy me and watch me burn.
“What did you do Edmund?” I spit between my teeth, my anger rising.
“I’ve already sold Rosemere. I sold it all, the land, the houses, even your brother’s precious grave. I asked the new owner to level it. To bury the body or dump it in the ground somewhere. You don’t belong here, Ava. You never did. Beaufort’s little play thing. Once he had fucked you he decided that you were a cold fish. A useless piece of ass, he called you. And in a few years you won’t even have that. What will you do Ava? Take a shit job in a shit town and marry a useless piece of shit like Ridge Franklin.”
It slowly starts to sink in. Edmund would never have let me stay here. The prenuptial agreement leaves me a well off woman, but nothing close to what I would have needed to buy Rosemere. A drop in the ocean for a men like Beaufort and Edmund Hartman. It is the final and ultimate betrayal. The ultimate punishment for being a pawn in a game where no one could ever win. I fly at him, my nails scratching a line down his face.
“You bastard. You bastards, you took everything from me!” Edmund raises a fist, and my head spins as it connects with my jaw dropping me to the floor. Suddenly he’s on top of me, clawing at my clothes, his hands pulling at the waistband of my trousers stealing the breath from my lungs. I close my eyes and take myself somewhere else. Into the orchard where Ridge and I went that first night, I see his face, beautiful and smiling. And then Edmund is gone, almost as soon as I felt the weight of him on me, it’s gone and I can breathe again.
“You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you!” It takes me a moment to realise what’s happening. Edmund is on the floor bloodied and holding his arms across his face. Ridge is on top of him his fists rising and fall, raining blows, his face contorted in violent rage.
“Ridge, no! Ridge. Not like this!” I crawl to them, and throw myself on top of Edmund.
“No. Please Ridge!”
Grabbing his face in my hands, I hold it tightly until his eyes meet mine.
“Not like this. We don’t need them. All I need is you. All I want is you Ridge. I chose you! I chose a life with you wherever and however. Just as long as we’re together!” I shout.
I watch his eyes widen and he breathes out a shaky breath.
Climbing off Edmund, Ridge delivers a sharp kick into his ribs, before he stands up pulling me against him.
“Do you mean it Ava? Forever. Would you be happy living away from here? Away from Daniel? Don’t fuck with me Ava. If you want this life I’ll walk away. I’ll walk away and never contact you again. Your happiness is everything to me,” he says, and I see the truth in his eyes. The love that lives there, inside him. It calls to me and I recognise it. I recognise it because I see it in the mirror. Every day since the first moment he touched me, and my heart, mind and body went up in flames.
I nod and laugh quietly underneath my breath. “I mean it, Ridge. Daniel lives in here,” I say, touching my hand to my heart.
“Daniel lives everywhere I am. They can never take that from me. They can never take you from me. I’ll happily walk away from Rosemere and never look back. As long as your hand is in mine, I’ll walk away from here with my head held high and my heart full.” Ridge trails a finger down my jaw.
“Your mouth is bleeding. You need to get that looked at. I’m calling the police.” Edmund gathers himself off the floor and wipes blood onto his sleeve before spitting on the floor. He claps slowly and shakes his head in mock admiration.
“How very touching. Do call the police. I’m sure they’ll be interested to know how I was assaulted by the hired help, who also happens is fucking the merry widow.” Ridge throws back his head and laughs.
“Asshole, you are a real piece of work. Bitter and twisted to the end, I’ll give you that.” Edmund looks stunned but gathers himself quickly.
“Thank you, I hear that often. Usually from those who lose. Not everyone appreciates a winner,” he sneers. Turning to me, he smiles insincerely and nods his head.
“You’ve ten minutes, Ava. Ten minutes to leave Rosemere. Say your goodbyes to your lover, your brother and your life, pack your bags. The new owner deposited the money into my account last week. The papers have been signed, and the new owner is a building contractor, no doubt he’ll have his own plans for Rosemere. Perhaps he’ll tear it all down and build a block of flats,” he says cruelly. Ridge coughs behind his fist and shakes his head breathing out a sigh.
“No. No Rosemere will stay exactly as it stands, Edmund,” Ridge says smiling. Turning to me he pulls a brown envelope from his pocket and hands it to me. “What’s this? Ridge?” I say nervously.
“Open it,” he whispers, his eyes holding mine.
“Tick tock Ava,” Edmund says fixing the cufflinks on his shirt, his teeth coated with blood.
I ignore him, and tear open the envelope. Scanning the pages in front of me, I glance at Ridge and frown.
“What is this?”
“These are the deeds to your new house. Bought and paid for in full,” he replies gently, one hand running through his hair, the other on his waist.
“But this is...you bought Rosemere? I don’t understand.”
Edmund laughs nervously. “Don’t be ridiculous girl.”
Ridge takes me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes.
“Leave Edmund. Leave now, and I won’t explain to the police how I came home and found you assaulting my woman. Leave now and never come back.”
“I-“
Ridge takes another envelope and throws it in the direction of Edmund.
“Leave! Leave or so help me I’ll finish what I started.”
When Edmund has left and it’s just the two of us, I bow my head and reread the deeds of ownership.
“But...this is in my name. How could you possibly afford this?” Ridge traces a line down my jaw with his fingertip and cups my chin.
“When I turned 17 I got in with a bad crowd, nothing too crazy mind you, just drinking and a little mischief. My da sent me over here, to his cousin, Featherstone. To sort me out. Out of sight out of mind and all that. He thought if I came here and worked like a dog for the summer, I’d appreciate the life we had, the wealth, the opportunity. What he didn’t realise is when I returned to Ireland I would be consumed by another drug, a woman with chestnut hair and wild green eyes. I was only home a month when the accident happened.” I see him falter on the words and take his hands in mine, squeezing them tightly.
“And all we had, became mine, the construction business my father built from the ground up, the houses, the cars. And yet none of it mattered. I made Featherstone promise never to tell, I feared Beaufort would figure out why I came back the following summer. For you Ava. And I would have come back every summer mo chroí, every summer until you were free from him, free to be mine.” Tears roll down my face and I throw my arms around him.
“I don’t know how to thank you. I-”
“There is no thanking me, what’s mine is yours darlin’. Everything I own, you own. Apart from Rosemere. That belongs to you alone. I won’t ask you to allow me to stay here if it’s not what you-”
I press my fingers to his lips and shake my head. “It’s everything I want. You are everything I want. Everything I need.”
He lips touch mine and a fire ignites in me, a fire so powerful it burns me from the inside out. I drop to my knees and tug at his belt, licking and sucking him through his jeans. He fists my hair and groans, “Jesus Ava, what are you doing to me?”
I ignore his words and pull at his buckle, pulling at his buttons until he’s released. Wrapping my mouth around his cock, I lick and suck him in, wrapping my tongue around the huge head and grazing it with my teeth. His legs quiver and I run a hand under his balls thumbing the seam gently.
“Ava, Ava,” he cries. “I’m going to cum...soon.”
“Then cum Ridge, cum into my mouth. I want to taste you. I want all of it,” I say, watching him as he bites his lower lip and bucks beneath my mouth, as I bring him to the cusp of orgasm. Smiling at him, I bend my head one last time, give one last suck as he explodes into my mouth, holding my hair tightly between his fingers. He doesn’t shout out, instead he shakes and whispers my name quietly over and over again. I love it, the sense of control that washes though me, and I swallow him down, licking and sucking until he’s spent.
Ridge bends down putting his hands underneath my arms and lifts me off the floor, until we are standing face to face. Taking my hand he wraps it around his cock. “See how hard I am for you still? This is what you do for me mo stor,” he says looking me dead in the eyes.
“What does it mean?”
“Mo stor?” He asks.
I nod.
“My darling, my everything,” he says, lifting my hair up to his mouth, and kissing it. “Time to celebrate our new home, my lover,” he says walking to the bar in the corner of the room and grabbing a bottle of Champagne from the cooler. I laugh and he lifts me over his shoulder with one hand, dragging me kicking and squealing to one of the spare bedrooms. Shutting the door, he lays me down gently on my feet and watches me as he uncorks the champagne.
“Undress for me, Ava.”
I take off my clothes and stand in front on him naked and exposed.
“Now, lie down.”
I lie on the bed and arch my back as he approaches. Holding the bottle aloft, he pours the golden liquid over my breasts and pussy.
I open my mouth and laugh as he pours it onto my tongue, before taking a drink from the bottle and crawling up the bed. He looms over me, huge and impossibly beautiful, then dips his head, licking and sucking my breasts into hard peaks. I cry out wrapping my legs around his waist, my fingers raking through his hair.
“Turn, now! Raise that ass nice and high for me Ava, I want to see your pussy,” he commands gruffly. Clenching my teeth I do as I’m told, turning my face behind to look at him, I throw him a petulant dark look. My pussy is pulsing and throbbing and instead of wanting to rest, I want him to fuck me hard.
“Eyes to the front, don’t make me have to ask you twice.” He slaps my ass hard, and taps his palm against my pussy making me cry out. Turning my head, I look back at him again and smirk, it has the desired result and I hold my breath as he eases the tip of his cock into my wet pussy. He holds it there for a few seconds, before grabbing hold of my hair, pulling it hard and slamming into me, over and over. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted from a man, but never got, animalistic, raw, hard, rough and almost violent. Every one of my darkest fantasies that I keep hidden away for fear of judgement, is happening and fuck me but it’s better than I ever thought it could be.
“Harder Ridge, fuck me harder. More!” I urge him on. He growls, his hands slipping from my sweat soaked hips. I arch my back and grit my teeth.
“Push back against me, that’s it. You’re such a good fuck Ava, such a good fuck. I’m going to cum soon. I’m gonna shoot my load all over your tight little ass and pussy.” Grunting, I push back against him as he bangs into me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two. Ridge pulls out suddenly making me yelp, and uses his other hand to finger fuck me roughly.
We come together as he cries out and squirts cum all over my ass and back, while pushing his fingers harder inside me. We stay there, stacked on top of each other like Russian dolls, panting and fighting for breath. I unclench my fists from the sheets, my fingers numb and sore. Ridge steps back, pulling me with him, his cock is still semi-hard and lying against my ass. I jerk and groan as his hand comes around and applies pressure to my throbbing clit.
“No more,” I moan against him, but I’m lying, and he knows it. I throw my arms behind me lacing my fingers together around the back of his neck, holding him close. Ridge clenches one hand around my throat, and keeps up the pressure on my clit with the other, pushing his thumb against it making circles in a rhythmic motion. I lean my head back and he whispers softly into my ear.
“One more, one more cum, I want to feel you come onto my hand. I want to watch your face when you’re mine. I love you, Ava. You are the very heart of me.”
“And my heart belongs to you, Ridge,” I reply, meaning it and feeling it, for the first time in a long time. Love.
Epilogue
Ridge
I watch them running through the orchard, my wife and children and my heart fills to bursting. Ava still mesmerises me after four years together. Beautiful, vivacious and intelligent. Everything I’ve ever wanted. And the twins Rose and Daniel, two black haired beauties, with eyes of the most vivid green. They are gentle and kind like their mother, and stubborn and wilful like their father.
“Daddy, Daddy, come see what we did!” Rose shrieks. She’s the boss, and Daniel allows her to boss him about something fierce. She loves him madly though, and gently makes room for him when he runs up beside her.
“Did you see, daddy?” He asks, wide green eyes flashing with mischief.
“Hmmm...No, I haven’t seen. What have you two been up to?”
I throw down Ava’s well-worn copy of The Revenge of the Lawn, by the beat writer Richard Brautigan, and follow them through the trees. I see her immediately, her chest rising and falling rapidly in an attempt to hold in the laughter. Her hair is filled with flowers, lilacs and daisies, and her eyes are closed as though she is sleeping. “We made mummy a fairy queen,” Rose whispers, looking at me with her finger on her lips.
“Isn’t she the prettiest fairy queen ever?” Dan asks, his voice low and filled with awe. Dropping to my knees I run my fingers through Ava’s hair.
“She is the most beautiful, and the most exquisite fairy that I have ever seen. I should very much like to ask for her hand in marriage,” I say solemnly, looking from Rose to Daniel. They burst out laughing and squeeze each other. “It’s working. The spell is working. He loves her!” Dan exclaims. I see Ava’s mouth twitch and bend down until my lips brush her ear.
“You will always be the most beautiful, the most exquisite. You will always be my queen.” I move my mouth over hers, and press my lips to mine. Her eyes open slowly, and my breath hitches in my throat. She still has the power to take my breath away just by looking at me. She sits up and hugs me tightly.
“Ooh Ridge, my king. Come, we will feast on ice cream and jelly!” The twins roar in delight, and run on ahead of us as we walk arm and arm back to Rosemere. “Can we put some flowers on Uncle Daniel’s grave?” Rose shouts to us, mid-run.
“Of course we can,” Ava shouts back, while I pull out my phone and dial the house number.
“Charles, ice cream and jelly all round, please. The gruesome twosome will be back at the house in under five minutes.”
When I hang up, I find Ava staring at me in silence. “What?”
“Nothing. I just love you, that’s all,” she says coyly,
“That’s not nothing, my sweet queen. That’s everything.”
The End
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Stepbrother summer
Chapter one
“Look, you’re in the care of your brothers for the summer, it’s as simple as that.”
“Fuck.” I moaned.
“And watch you damn mouth, Jesus, Molly!”
I nodded my head and feigned remorse. “Sorry daddy, I just thought this time I could spend the summer alone, you know to study before college starts up again in the fall.” My father raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but he smiled at me affectionately and gave me a big bear hug. He was a soft touch where I was concerned, and admittedly I had a lot more freedom than most girls my age.
“Molly, you’re nineteen, and I will not leave you alone and unprotected for a full three months. Ker, Marco, and Enrique will come over to check on you and stay most nights. They promised they won’t interfere with you or your plans. Now, no wild parties, no drinking, no smoking and no boys while we are gone. I don’t want this place smelling like a whore-house when your mother and I return.”
“Step mother,” I corrected.
“Molly, behave yourself. Someday someone is going to take you in hand. And you won’t be such a smart ass then.”
“Good luck with that,” I laughed, and hugged him goodbye.
“Ker is staying tonight, be nice and do what you are told. Bye darling.”
I rolled my eyes and waved them off as the car left through the electronic gates. Three months on a cruise liner was just the break I needed. I mean they needed! Whatever!
I knew I was being a little bitch, but I had plans for the summer and they certainly didn’t include my oaf step brothers. Especially Ker. Thirty and bossy, he ordered me around like I was a baby, it didn’t help that half my friends would be hanging out staring at him and declaring him a Latino God. Of course, he would stand there like the cocky asshole he was, with his suit shirt sleeves rolled up to expose his muscles, and his police badge and gun on show. He really got on my tits, man that guy really had a way of rubbing me up the wrong way. The three of them did. Since my father had married their mother four years before, my three step brothers had made it their mission to act like overbearing and over protective idiots. Didn’t they realize I wasn’t a little girl anymore? Sure, I looked young for my age, my long blonde hair and big green eyes gave the illusion of innocence, but I could hold my own in most situations.
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