“What the hell, Camilla?!” He barked at her, his brow knitting together as he started to get a bit angry.
He opened his mouth to yell at her some more, but before he got more than the first word out, Elena came from seemingly out of nowhere and shoved Camilla. He had never seen Elena with such a fierce look of rage in her eyes and to be honest, it frightened him a little.
“You slut! How dare you?” Elena shrieked. “You selfish, lying harpy of a woman! You tell me he is no good for me and now I find you throwing yourself at him? I should have known! A woman like you is nothing more than a whore playing housewife!”
The look on Ignacio’s face was one of pure shock as he listened to Elena. It seemed she had a temper after all and it was a vicious one. Camilla, however, was far less impressed with the younger woman, even going so far to scoff with laughter at her.
“You have always been such a naive little thing, Elena,” Camilla chirped with a smirk. “Five years in this house and you still have no idea what is actually going on around you.”
She scoffed again, turned her back on the two of them, and sauntered off as if nothing had just happened. As if she hadn’t just thrown herself at her brother-in-law and been caught by his unwanted fiancée. Elena stood there, fists balled at her sides, huffing in anger and frustration over Camilla. Ignacio was still frozen by his utter shock and disbelief over how… evil some members of his family seemed to be. How had his brother not seen this in Camilla after all these years?
“This is all because of you, you know!” Elena suddenly snapped, whirling to shove a finger against Ignacio’s chest. “If you hadn’t run off like a coward, none of this would be happening!”
“Elena, I’m sorry,” he started. “I know I caused a lot of problems… a lot of pain for you. But I just couldn’t go through with it. It wasn’t what I wanted but Rafael wouldn’t take no for an answer and…”
“No!” Elena shouted, interrupting him as she threw up her hands. “No, Ignacio! You do not get to say you’re sorry to me. You have ruined the last 5 years of my life, and for what? That whore you brought home with you!? She isn’t even that pretty!”
“Elena…” Ignacio said, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.
“That woman has caused nothing but trouble in our home!” She continued, becoming more agitated. “She stands in the way of our marriage and to be quite honest with you, Ignacio, she probably is only with you for your money. Once she has it, she will be just like Camilla!”
“That’s enough!” Ignacio shouted, sounding far more like his brother than he liked.
He grabbed hold of her upper arms, holding her firm as he looked her right in the eye. He felt so many things all at once. Anger, despair, and pity to name a few. But most of all, he felt rage at what Elena was saying about Maia. Never had he felt so protective of someone like he did with Maia. So much so that even a verbal attack against her set him on edge.
“Elena, I said ENOUGH!” He barked, gripping her hard enough to make his point but not enough to hurt her, he hoped. “You have no idea what you’re saying, and you need to stop! Camilla was right, you have no idea what is actually going on around here. You live in a fucking fantasy world, Elena!”
CRACK!
Elena’s hand flew through the air faster than anyone might have expected and connected against the side of Ignacio’s face with quite a deal of force. His face on fire, he stood there staring at her in shock. She had just slapped him, hard. His face would likely be bright red for some time from it. He only had about 5 seconds to consider what had just happened, however, before Elena threw herself at him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, her lips connecting to his with just as much power as her slap. She kissed him deeply, passionately and with all of the emotion she had been carrying around with her these past 5 years. This was truly only their second kiss and yet it felt like so much more. In reality, she barely even knew the man she was kissing. But in her mind, in that little fantasy world she had lived in all these years, Ignacio was the love of her life and her lost prince had returned home.
This was now a total of 3 times just so far today that a woman had unwantedly thrown herself at him with a kiss. Once again, he pushed Elena away as best he could, though his anger had deflated significantly. He took pity on her, really. He knew, deep down, that he was ultimately responsible for the situation she had been living in… but there was nothing he could really do about it. Part of him, a small part, wanted to give in and make her happy. To do the one thing that would make up for all of the years of pain. But he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.
“I’m sorry, Elena,” he said, sighing softly as he dropped his eyes away from her and stepped back. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head slightly and then simply turned to walk away from her. He made a point not to look back, knowing it would only make things worse for her. She stood there by herself, her body trembling as it flooded with emotion. She wanted to run after Ignacio and demand that he go through with their marriage, yet at the same time she wanted to drop to the floor and cry her heart out. Angry and confused, she stood there for quite some time before she finally exploded.
Tears welled and streamed from her eyes and she let loose a wail of pain that anyone on that side of the house would have heard, including Ignacio. She fell back against the wall of the hallway, sinking slowly into a puddle on the floor, her knees tight against her chest. It was there she remained for some time, sobbing softly with her head against her knees and her arms wrapped around herself in search of some form of comfort.
For 5 years, she had been waiting with hopeful patience for her fiancé to return to her. For 5 years, she had been planning and preparing every aspect of their wedding with an eager joy. Now that Ignacio had returned… her heart had been ripped from her chest and her dreams of married life dashed on the floor. She had no idea what she would do now.
Chapter Six
He felt like a piece of meat… and not in a way he liked. Generally, he wouldn’t have minded two beautiful women throwing themselves at him, but the list of reasons he wasn’t happy about this situation was far longer than any reason he might have enjoyed it.
He wasn’t overly surprised when Elena had thrown herself at him. After all, she’d already done it once and considering their ‘relationship’ he was honestly more surprised she hadn’t tried more than just a kiss. But Camilla, something about that woman put him on edge, and to have her trail a finger down his chest... well, even thinking back on it sent a shudder down his spine. That was his eldest brother’s wife, a woman who had known him since he had barely been 16 years old. Now she was looking at him with fuck-me eyes and it did not sit well with him. Of course, she’d tried this once before back when he’d been 18 and he’d turned her down then too. The fact that she didn’t seem to give a shit was what threw him off the most. Would she try again? How far would she go to get what she wanted out of him?
His mind whirled, pondering all of these questions and more as he wandered the halls of the house. He fell into an old habit of walking aimlessly when he got deep in thought and when he finally snapped himself out of his little self-induced trance, he was near the kitchen.
A smirk came across his face, realizing that in his subconscious wanderings he’d sought out the one place that he’d been able to find comfort in his younger years. For a moment, he thought about checking to see if Lucia or Manuel were hanging about, but then he realized he was looking for a different sort of comfort. He ran a hand through his hair, still not used to the shorter cut he was sporting nowadays, and turned his back on the kitchen. Lucia and Manuel had been great, they always would be. But he needed Maia.
When he walked back into the set of rooms he and Maia had been sharing, he found her lounging on the couch idly flipping through a book. He had always hated that couch. An overly ornate, white and gold-trimmed monstrosity that his late mother had picked out. The woman, may she rest in peace, had always had a stran
glehold over the decorating in the house and Ignacio had hated it.
Yet, seeing Maia there, once again in that white dress, lounging there as if she owned the place… it made him appreciate that horrible old couch in a whole new way. She looked like a goddess laying there. The way the dress flowed like water over the beckoning curves of her body. The way her hair, ever a tantalizing mess of tight, dark curls, framed her face like a halo when she left it free the way she had. His heart skipped in his chest and his breath left him when she looked up at him with those honey-brown eyes of hers. She was gorgeous and the sight of her filled him with the exact sort of comfort he had been looking for.
“Hey, you,” she said, eyeing his shirtless body. “How was your shower?”
He didn’t answer her. Instead, he just walked into the room, shut and locked the door behind himself, dropped the towel from his shoulders and went straight towards her. When he reached her, he plucked away the book she had been reading and set it off to the side.
“Hey!” She began to protest, sitting up slightly.
With a hand against the backrest of the couch to brace himself, he leaned towards her and pressed his lips against her hungrily. Any protesting comments she might have had were stifled and she instead returned his kiss. He could tell he had thrown her off by the way she hesitated for the barest of moments, but the way she melted into the kiss and reached up to stroke his cheek and neck told him she was happy about it.
He lowered himself further onto the couch with her, the hand not holding his weight managing to find the curve of her hip and held firm to it while his lips worked against hers eagerly. He thrilled at the feeling of her hands sliding across his bare shoulders and chest, spurred on by the way her hands slipped around to his sides and gripped him tight. The hand he held at her hip slid around to her lower back, holding her closer as his head tilted and his tongue slipped out to tease between her lips.
She responded in turn and they continued to make out heavily for some time, their hands wandering greedily over every available inch of one another all the while. While Maia let her fingers trace along the muscles of his chest, Ignacio’s hand slipped downward to find its way under that white dress she wore. He wanted to feel the warmth and desire of her in his hand. His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, tracing tenderly across the curve of her body until they found that sensitive slit.
Maia moaned into their kiss and Ignacio responded with a smile and a little rumbling moan of his own. They kissed, his fingers danced and with every passing moment, Maia grew wetter and wetter for him. He felt himself growing harder as he teased and toyed with her, the gym shorts he wore doing little to hide his erection.
Maia took notice, snaking a hand around and between them so she could take a firm hold of his girth. He groaned, pushing two of his fingers slow and deep inside of her in response to her hand at his cock. He felt her hips begin to rock slowly against his efforts and again, he smiled. He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her wait for it… just for a little while. He loved the sight of her squirming, breathless and begging, too much to give in so quickly. Besides, he needed this moment of control and power to shake off what had happened earlier in the hallway.
He used his body and his lips to keep her prisoner there against the couch, his lips finally shifting from her mouth to the sharp angle of her jaw and then to her neck. Even still, his hand rubbed and massaged her pussy with a gentle kind of dominance that had her dripping wet. She cried out now that her lips were free to do so, moaning as she writhed at his touch.
“Oh fuck, Ignacio…” She gasped.
“Shhh…” He breathed against her neck, his hand never halting for a moment.
She did as she was told and shut up, which was somewhat out of character for her. Or, rather, she did her best to shut up as she had been told. She could do nothing about the moans and sighs of pleasure he forced out of her. He nibbled softly at her neck, easing up on her pussy just slightly while he focused on her neck. He loved the taste of her. No matter what part of her his lips passed over, he found her delicious.
When she started to grind her hips up towards him again, he gave in slightly and slipped his fingers deep inside of her once again. Slowly, he pulled them from her, all the while his thumb rubbing soft and teasing against her swollen pink clit. She moaned, her grip on his cock tightening, as her hips rolled hard towards him again. He finger-fucked her for a few moments, licking slowly up the length of her neck before gently nibbling on her earlobe, until he couldn’t hold himself at bay any longer.
Slipping his fingers slowly from her, he pushed her hand away from his cock, enough that he could pull it free from his gym shorts. That was all the warning he gave her before guiding the head of his dick up against her wet, warm and welcoming pussy. With a solid thrust of his hips he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, holding himself there to enjoy the moment.
She tightened around him and he gasped. The feel of her pussy gripping his cock like it would never let go sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine, causing his hips to grind harder against her with the need to push deeper inside of her. His grip on the back of the couch tightened and the hand he had at her lower back pulled her close.
When he felt her tense, and dig her fingertips into the muscle of his sides and back, he let slip a purring growl against her neck and began to slowly pull himself from her. The sensation caused the both of them to shudder and let loose a breathy ‘oh’ in near unison and it was all Ignacio could do to keep his carnal lust from taking over completely. He restrained himself, teasing and torturing the both of them as he drew out the pleasure. Slowly, inch by throbbing inch, he plunged into her once more.
Maia’s head tilted back as she moaned deeply, exposing more of that elegant neck for Ignacio to ravage his lips upon. He held her tight, keeping her undulating hips as still as he could manage as he fucked her tantalizingly slow. He wanted to feel control, to feel dominant and in command of her. It was out of character for the normally soft, tender and romantic Ignacio… but it seemed Maia didn’t mind as she purred in pleasure for him, and that was all that really mattered, though it was good to know he had this sort of thing in him…
He’d reached the point where he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Buried deep inside of her, he rotated his hips as they pressed hard against her. He could feel every inch of her wrapped around his cock and each time his hips moved, his dick throbbed and Maia gasped. Grinning, he licked up along the slope of her neck to her ear.
“Do you like it slow?” He growled against her ear, punctuating it by pulling his dick slowly from her. “Or do you want it fast and hard?”
Before she even had a chance to do more than moan in response to his questions, he thrust himself into her with the speed and force he knew she wanted. The way she arched her back, the way her pussy clenched around him, told him he had read his woman right. Of course, there were her gasping cries to clear up any confusion he might have had.
“Oh fuck, Ignacio!” Maia cried, her head still tilted back against the armrest of the couch. “Just like that… fuck me hard.”
His grin had persisted this entire time and when she begged for him to fuck her, that grin threatened to split his face in half. He was more than happy to oblige her, his dick throbbing at the thought of it, and he slid his hand from her lower back to the curve of her ass for better leverage. Without hesitation, he gave her exactly what she asked for. With a hard and heavy rhythm, he plunged his cock into her over and over again, fucking her like a jackhammer.
She was wet and warm, and his cock ached with pleasure every time he slid inside of her. With nearly every thrust of his hips, a gasping groan or a guttural growl would push past his lips and rumble against her ear. He could have fucked her like that forever, and for quite some time he did, but he didn’t want to waste all of the fun on a single position.
With one final, hard slam of his hips against her, he groaned and then pulled himself complet
ely free of her. The cool air of the room a shock against his cock, once hot inside of her, now dripping with her juices and he drew in a deep breath through his nose. He stood up, wrapping a hand around his wet dick to stroke it as he stood, his eyes locked onto her breathless form on the couch.
“On your knees, I want to see your ass,” he commanded her, feeling a thrill run up his spine as the words left him. He never knew he enjoyed being so dominant, until now.
Maia said nothing, falling into the submissive role without skipping a beat. She did, however, gently bite her lower lip as she let her eyes wander over him from head to toe. Those amber eyes of his flashed and a hint of the dragon within him glinted within them. Maia knew what it meant, and he could see her entire body tense with anticipation. He watched as her nipples, hidden only by the thin white fabric of her dress, hardened and beckoned to be rubbed.
A growl burbled in his throat as he watched her push herself up from the couch and crawl onto her knees, all the while gripping and stroking his hard dick. She licked her lips as she turned her ass towards him, leaning over the back of the couch just the way he wanted her to. He reached out with his free hand, pushing up her white dress to reveal that beautiful, ochre-kissed ass of hers. Again, he growled, snarling softly through his teeth as he stepped forward and brought the head of his cock against her.
Now it was his turn to lick his lips, his eyes watching as he teased and toyed with her clit using the head of his dick. She moaned, her fingers tightening against the back of the couch, and she began to wiggle her ass slowly from side to side against him. That grin of his returned and his free hand gave a resounding and solid smack to her plump left ass-cheek before sliding to her hip where he took a firm hold.
Slowly, he began to press himself harder against her, groaning when the head of his cock slipped between those wet lips of hers. His newly free hand then slid around her hip, down across her belly to where it could dip between her legs. As he fucked her from behind, his fingers worked against her clit, rubbing at a pace to match the rhythm of his dick. He watched her as he worked her over, grinning at the sight of her moaning from his touch.
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