SolanaHe laughed out loud and long at my expression after he'd said that. I couldn't believe it. My eyes instantly lit up, and it was getting hard for me to sit still. Excitement coursed through my veins, made me anxiously wish that we were home already. I knew he said it to get my mind off the banquet, to set my mind free from worrying, and it worked. I was grateful, and throughout the entire ride back home it was all I could think about.Once we got home, Abel kept his left arm secured around my waist as he dismissed Lauren and Marco for the night even though it was still six thirty. He then led the way, into the living room to grab a bottle of red wine, before taking me upstairs to his bedroom.“Are you still curious?” he asked once we were inside and he'd closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Uncapping the wine cork, he took a large gulp, then passed it over to me. Watching him, I took a gulp too, then coughed, and handed it back to him. Tears made my eyes sting. He chu
SolanaAbel moved to stand behind me and knelt between my legs, his powerful hands cupping my ass, gripping and spreading me wide. I swallowed, nervous with anticipation.“Eyes on me,” he rasped.I turned my gaze to him and watched, turned on, nervous, excited, embarrassed, wanting. I hated my body for wanting this. Something trickled down my inner thigh. My arousal, I knew.Fuck.His eyes lit up mischievously. I suppressed a groan. “You're dripping hard for me, Lana.” I hated the sexy way he said my name. So delicately like he had peppermint candy in his mouth and he was trying his best not to sink his teeth into it.He leaned his head down. His tongue must've caught the drop. He slid his hot tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core. My ass cracks.I made some non-committal sound, quickly burying my head in the mattress, squeezing the sheets above my head as he buried his face into my pussy.“I love having you like this, Lana. Ass in the air, face down, all spread out fo
AbelGrowing up, while Mom was still alive and helped to keep a tight leash around Father's neck, I'd loved nothing more than coming back home to the family home at Nordstrom. Back home to her sweet-smelling buns, and ginger tea. Back home to Father laughing, and Andrew behaving himself. But now, that felt like ages ago — the memories so faint, I couldn't even remember when last Father laughed, or if Mom's hair was blonde, or a pale ginger. Now, as we neared the property, Solana sat beside me in the car quietly, her trembling fingers the only thing that announced her tension. She looked stunning in the red, short dress I'd specifically chosen for her, her dark curls shiny, framing her beautiful face — a light make-up accentuating the almond shape of her emerald-green-colored eyes.I took my left hand off the steering wheel and touched her knee as we pulled up in front of the security gate.She stilled, startled, turning her eyes to me.I tried to manage a small smile but failed. “Quit
Abel“Well, who do we have here, huh?” Norman Stravkos started, his mood falsely cheery, glancing at his watch. “It's nice of you to finally grace us with your presence, Abel. Thought we weren't worthy enough.”“I'm sorry, Father. We left the house late and got stuck in traffic for a few hours,” I lied, loathing my instant shift in behavior whenever I was around him. I didn't feel like a grown man, but a kid again. And not just any kid — that eager-to-please child who wouldn't stop trying even though it was crystal clear that he could never do enough. That his efforts could never be appreciated enough. That he could never be enough. He didn't comment on my lie, whether he believed it all not, but turned his eyes to Solana, his eyes glistening at her dress.“You look dashing, dearest Lana. Great to see you in anything other than that dreadful black veil and dress you had on at the funeral,” he said, chuckling.My heart sank as she bunches her hands into fists beside her. I squeezed her
AbelThe stewards filed into the dinning room in a single file, all impeccably dressed in smart-fitting uniforms, and began to pour wine as the conversation flowed. I was distracted, observing the leacherous eyes of my Father and brother Andrew consume her. She stayed put between them, eyes down on her plate, her face tense as she shrunk even more in fright, looking smaller and smaller as the moments tickled past. I'd come to know of those little things she did when she was nervous — the intricate way she wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes wide and fully concentrated on the most trivial thing. She may not be aware of herself. She may not be aware of those little details, but I noticed them. I knew she wanted to hide away. Knew she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. At least to save her from this intense scrutiny.I felt my control over the situation slip away more and more as course after course was served. I forced myself to eat a few bites from each plate, tr
AbelIt took nearly forty strokes, her voice becoming cracked, her screams turning hoarse as she cried, lashing my heart as I lashed her flesh, loathing myself, hating her for pushing me to do this. Hating my brother Andrew, hating my father for his cruelty, for his control over me. For the control I allowed him to have. The control I should have taken a long time ago.I only stopped when the silence on the other side of the door grew into a soft murmur, and the sound of silverware stroking dishes announced that dessert was being served. The devils were being entertained, and would soon grow bored after they'd been sated. My head and arm ached. I hated them all, but hated myself most of all. I hated how much of a coward I was.When I lifted my hand eventually from her back, she stayed put as she was, bent over, her dress hiked up to her waist, her ass bare, all the fighting spirit before now gone. I sighed, adjusting the crotch of my pants before sliding the belt through the loops and
SolanaI stared at the window, my forehead throbbing. The sun made it way up into the sky over an hour ago, but I still lay down. Unmoving. Unwilling to get up and start the day. Sunlight flickered in through the slants between the beige curtains. I should've been confused. I should've been terrified momentarily, and wondered where exactly I was, but I wasn't. The soreness between my legs, on my ass and my forehead was more than enough for me to remember. I could still feel Abel's touch on my skin, even though, currently, his presence eluded the room entirely.I winced as I turned my head to glance at the clock hanging on the wall opposite. It read 8:05 a.m.Groaning, I dragged the cotton sheet up over my naked, hurting body as I sat up. Pain rushed up my butt and waist, making me flinch. I plopped back down immediately. Beside me, the empty pillow lay sideways, the other half suspended in air. My fingers shot out to grasp it, and I leaned over to bury my nose in it. Take in as much
Solana“Good morning,” Abel said softly after I'd disconnected the call and slipped the phone into my purse. A weighty silence enveloped us, threatened to collide our bodies together. It was a healthy silence though. “How was your night?”“It was...” I trailed off, trying to think up the right words, “... awkward? I don't know. I thought you'd already left.”“What? No. I'd never do that to you.” The silence pressed on. “Come here.”I moved closer, the scent of coffee wafting off him feeling like home.“You okay, sunflower?”I shrugged a shoulder, lost for words, and dropped my gaze on the floor to shield my eyes. I could no longer trust the feelings swirling inside me, just beneath the surface whenever he was around. Why did his asking make me feel so fucking needy? Why did him taking me into his arms made me want to cling on to him like a leech and bawl my eyes out? Because that's what it did. That's what having his arms around me right now, like he would protect and keep my safe fro