Chapter 29

ISABELLA’S POV

I put my forehead against the door for a few seconds, listening to his footsteps retreat down the path, before walking back to the children’s room.

Getting into the room I see Lila is sitting up, clutching her bear to her chest, her eyes heavy with sleep. “I can hear Ethan's voice.”

“It’s nothing...just a dream,” I tell her. “Lie down. I’m right here.”

She settles once I sit on the edge of the bed. I rest my hand on her back rubbing her back until her breathing evens out again. I look over to Liam to make sure he is not awake too. I adjust the blanket over both of them and remain with them for a little while.

Soon the house returns to its usual white sounds come from the low hum of the refrigerator, only interrupted by the occasional car passing outside. I move through the rooms and turn off the lights one by one before going to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

I did the right thing. The children need stability and I need the distance. Whatever Ethan wants from me is tangled up with control and convenience, and I am no longer willing to live inside that tangle. Writing that  letter was a good decision. I never actually wanted him to know, if not because of his need for control, he wouldn't have found now. I don't want him messing up with my life and emotions and his actions tonight only confirmed my fear.

I set the glass down and go back to the children’s room. There is enough space at the edge of the bed. I lie down without fully getting under the covers, facing them, and close my eyes.

I need their body heat for assurance.

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Without warning I find myself back in the private room at the club. Ethan has me against the wall, with his hand locked in my hair, and the other yanking my dress up. He place his mouth on my neck, biting and sucking there hard enough to leave marks. I can immediately feel the thick length of him pressing against my stomach through his pants. When he finally frees his thick cock, the heat of it against my bare thigh makes me moan.

 

He drops to his knees, pulls my panties aside, and buries his face between my legs. His tongue begins to swril relentlessly in wet strokes through my folds, then in a focused, rapid flicks against my clit. He pushes his two fingers inside me, curling it against my G-spot and that immediately makes my knees buckle and I come undone on his tongue with a broken cry, as my thighs shakes around his head.

 

He stands, lifts me up with him, and thrusts into me in one deep stroke. He begins to thrust in and out, fucking me against the wall in hard, steady snaps of his hips, the wet sound of our bodies fills in the room. My back hits the wall with every thrust, but he grips my ass, angling me so he can go deeper, causing me to spasm and clench around his cock.

 

Suddenly we are on a wide couch where I straddle him, sinking down onto his thick enlongated cock until he is buried inside to the hilt. I begin to ride him enjoying the smooth and tingling feeling of his cock filling me and leaving me empty, soon I begin to move hard with my hands braced on his chest, taking every inch he provides. My nipples suddenly feels heavy and stimulated, the deep groan Ethan makes while sucking my breast weaken me, fueling my wetness, suddenly he nips at my nipple just enough to sting and that sends a tingling sensation through my body, while his hands guide my hips. When I slow down, he thrusts up into me with force, hitting that deep place that makes my vision blur. Soon I cum with my head thrown back, giving all that is in me.

 

He flips me onto my hands and knees. Pressing one hand between my shoulder blades, to push me chest down. Then he grips my hip and drives into me from behind. This angle itself is a toture and devastating. Each thrust forces a moan out of me. While he reaches around and rubs my clit in tight circles until I shatter again, soaking him.

 

I am place on my back on the large bed, but my wrists are pinned above my head by one of his hands. As he slides in and out of me in long, deep strokes. His eyes remains locked on mine, rendering me helpless and weak.

 

He pulls out, flips me onto my stomach, and goes back in again, thrusting int till my waist aches.

 

We soon start going at it in different position. One point, he has me riding his face until I come on his tongue. Then he fucks me on my side, one of my legs hooked over his arm, the depth becomes almost too much to handle. I lose count of how many times I orgasm. I felt like I was going to die. My body feels used and open and completely claimed. His mouth, his hands, his cock, every part of him is on me, in me, demanding for more.

 

At some point I am on my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth. While he guides me, though he wasn't rough enough to hurt, but he was firm enough that I know he is in control. When he finishes, some of it spills across my tongue and lips. Then he pulls me up and kisses me deeply, tasting himself on me, before pushing me back down onto the bed to starts all over again.

 

I love the attention, the intensity, assures me that he is mine, but if we keep going on like this I might not stand up for days. I need to save my waist, I need to wake up....wake up?

 

I open my eyes with a sharp inhale, racing heart, very tight body and an aching need. At some point the sheets became twisted around my legs. My skin is damp with sweat. and between my thighs is soaked, with my arousal.

 

For a few disoriented seconds the dream feels more real than the dark bedroom and the children around me. The memory of his weight, his mouth, the thick stretch of him inside me lingers are so vivid that I have to press my thighs together against the empty ache.

 

Lila shifts beside me and mumbles something in her sleep.

 

I stare at the ceiling, forcing my breathing to slow down. It was a dream. Only a dream, but my body does not seem to care. The want is still there, sharp and humiliating in its intensity.

 

I carefully extract myself from the bed and walk to my bathroom on unsteady legs. I splash cold water on my face and stare at my reflection. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are too bright.

ETHAN’S POV

I turn away from her front door and walk walk towards my car. I get into the back seat and tell the driver to take me home.  My head is clearer than it was an hour ago, but the clarity does not help.

She looked at me as if I were a problem to be avoided. As though I am not the same man she had shared a bed with. I am the father of her children and not a complication.

I lean my head back against the seat and stare at the ceiling of the car. Saturday. She will keep that promise because it is about the children, not about me. I will show up when she says and I will take whatever limited time she allows.

But I am not prepared to accept that this is the permanent shape of things.