Sweet Redemption_Sweet Duet, Part 2

by Ellie Jean

  “She can punch like a prized fighter. I’m grateful she kicked that piece’s ass and rid you of her claws.”

  “Kameron did that and more. Seth I think fell in love with her in that moment. He loves a good cat fight. And she likes his particular preferences. I think he’ll be holding on to her tight.” Both of us laughing, I re-ask the question, “Can I blindfold you, Birthday Girl? And no, I won’t hurt any part of your pretty body, even if you asked me too.”

  Isla stops laughing abruptly and smiles. “I do trust you, with everything. Put it on.”

  Wrapping it securely around her head, I tie a knot at the back, hoping that I don’t catch any of her hair in it.

  “It that secure? Can you see my fingers?” Holding up 3 fingers in front of her, there’s no way she can see anything, but I had better check.

  “No, just blackness here.” Crossing her arms across her body, I lift each hand, placing a kiss on each of them.

  “Don’t move, Sweetness. I just have to get ready. I’ll be a minute.” She thinks she knows what she’s getting, but I’m going to have a bit of fun first.

  Pulling drawers open and cupboard doors open and closed, I rattle through them, making as much noise as I can to distract her.

  “Nearly done.” I move a few things on the dresser before stealthily walking to the kitchen. The quietness will heighten her senses.

  Returning back to the room, Isla has laid back on the bed, knees up on the edge of the bed, exposing her pretty pussy for my return. Fuck, she doesn’t play nicely… My tongue itches to go straight to her gem and lick her until she comes all over my face, making for a fantastic birthday present I guess, but I have other plans…

  “Alex. I’m waiting for you.”

  Holy hell, I can see that. Heat consumes my entire body in that second.

  She debilitates me.

  I’m paralyzed when it comes to her.

  “My vixen’s back to play, is she?”

  My cock is begging me to delve between her folds. But I should feed her first…

  Fuck, who am I not to give her what she wants on her birthday.

  Placing the tray on the drawers, I hurtle to the ground on my knees. Placing my hands on both knees, holding them in place, opening her wider, Isla’s breathing changes.

  Swirling my tongue over her juices, I nip at her swollen nub. Raising her hips to meet my face, she grinds against my mouth, up and down, around and then up again. My tongue enters her special place, my stubble rubbing against her silken folds.

  “Best birthday…ee…ver…” Isla’s groans spur me on, full steam ahead. My chest rumbles. Her hands wrap around my head, pulling me closer so I can execute a precise assault on her clit

  My rock-solid length is hitting the end of the bed, sending shockwaves through it. I’m like a damn teenager, ready to explode before my woman does. Lifting my eyes, I watch her bouncing boobs. It’s something I will never get tired of looking at. I continue lapping her sweet juices, giving her all my expertise. Fingers grip my hair, pulling it as loud moans erupt, her hips buck up, hitting me firm in the face as I bite her pearl, driving her to hopefully one of the best orgasms of her life. “Alex…”screams from her mouth. I could listen to her all day. Her cum coats my lips, her knees try to close around my head, but I won’t let them. I want to continue my licking, prolonging the intensity. Isla whimpers, mewls, and rides out her bliss. I’ve missed this and her.

  Oh… Fuck… Fuck… I’m like a fucking newbie…

  Blown my load all down the side of the bed.

  I lean back, releasing my hold on her knees. “Fuck…” My body jerks forward a few more times.

  “What’s wrong… Are you alright?” She snickers. Isla knows what’s happened, I’m sure.

  “Don’t you move anywhere. I’m fine. Fuck me… The power you have over my body is incredible.”

  I reach for the casual shirt I had on and wipe myself quickly. Isla’s subtle body lays back on the bed. Not once has she tried to remove the scarf.

  “Can you slide your ass up the bed and sit up.”

  Isla’s hands are over her heart. She looks so peaceful. This is how she needs to be from now on. “Yes… I suppose… Just for you.” Shuffling back, her delectable body sits up. Her ass slides against the back wall where the bed meets it. There’s no stress on her face at all. My Sweetness is a vision sitting there, blindfolded and naked.

  “I’ve got something for you.” Retrieving the tray from the top of the drawers, I walk back to the bed and sit down next to her. What shall I choose for her first?

  “Hurry up already. Have you got some toys we’re going to spend all day using?” Holy hell she is a seductress. I should have thought about that!

  “Patience, Sweetness.” Using my fingers, I lift a piece of bacon up and lift it to her mouth.

  “Open wide. It’s big.” Chuckling, she tries to stop herself.

  “Okay, okay… I’m ready.” Chomping her teeth together, scaring the life out of me if it was my cock going anywhere near her, she makes me laugh.

  “Stop chattering your teeth, you’re making me nervous.”

  “Stop being a baby…” Teeth and my cock, two things I don’t need in the same sentence.

  “I’m ready… And willing.” Opening her mouth wide, I put the piece of bacon on her tongue, watching her face when she realizes it’s food she’s getting, not my cock. I hope Isla’s not disappointed. I’m sure I can arrange it for later if the birthday girl wishes it.

  “Oh, that’s good. Did you cook for me?”

  “I would do anything for you. Don’t be surprised, I cook for myself you know.”

  “It’s so tasty. More please. I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”

  The food I cooked for Isla disappears within minutes. She really is hungry. Last in front of me is the fruit stack with the strawberry and candle on top. Still in our naked glory, I reach for the match and light the candle. The glow bounces off our skin.

  Grasping the scarf, I remove it. Isla takes a second for her eyes to adjust.

  “Happy 25th birthday, Sweetness.” Watching her watch the candle then me, then back to the candle is something special. I sing happy birthday faintly, but with passion, never taking my eyes from hers. “Blow out your candle and make a wish. Anything will come true, I will make sure of it.” Tentatively, Isla hesitates, smiles, and blows out her candle, looking into my eyes the entire time.

  “Thank you, Alex…” Leaning over the plate, her mouth plants itself on my lips.

  “What did you wish for?”

  Lifting the candle attached to the strawberry, she plunges her lips over it, pulling the ripe strawberry off the candle with ease. Fuck, Isla makes that strawberry look so hot…”Don’t you know it won’t come true if I tell anyone?”

  “I want to make every wish you think of come true. That is now my job description. Not CEO of The Raven Resort but CEO of Isla Winters, Managing Director of Her Needs.” I pop another strawberry into her gorgeous mouth.

  “I… lli…ke the sound of th…at.” Chewing her strawberry, naked, in a bed next to a naked me. What more could she wish for?

  “No… No…” My chest clamps tight, no air can get in. My lungs are too busy screaming the house down.

  Stopping dead in my tracks, rounding the corner to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of juice after a quick joint shower to wash yesterday’s grime from me, my eyes land on two large guys sitting at the table. Scanning fast around me, two others stand by the door. Starting a second round of squealing, I’m quaking all over, my fight or flight response kicks in. I am so out of here. I can’t go back. This time Dimitri will kill Alex and me…

  Trying to retrace where I came from, I halt. My eyes must be as wide as head lights. My body’s going limp by the second from the lack of oxygen. Without turning, I try and take steps backward, putting distance between these scary, older men.

  With one last almighty breath, my face white from fear, my mouth as far open as it will go, I scre
am, “Alex…! Help…! Men…!” My legs are going to give out, I can feel the limpness climbing up the back of my knees, reaching my hips. The short gasps I’m trying to get air inside me is doing minimal.

  “Sweetness.” I look behind my shoulder. A calm, but angry looking Alex, dressed only in pants, strides holding a gun by his side, toward me. There’s no way he can see the men yet. Alex’s eyes are pits of blue ice, his mouth is grim and stoic. Alex is dangerous. I can see it before my very eyes how lethal he can look and be.

  I don’t move. I’m frozen. The amount of air left in my body restricting me to go anywhere. Alex is upon me in a second, protectively standing in front of me, gun raised as he does so.

  “Fuck…” Shoulders drop and with it, the gun by his side. “Didn’t take you long to get here.” The annoyance in his voice is evident. Who the hell are these mean looking men?

  “We shouldn’t be here… But here we are.” The burly guy isn’t conveying any happiness about being here. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now.

  Reaching behind my waist, Alex pulls me tighter to him. “Isla, this is my Uncle Stefano, head of our Family, and Benito, his righthand man.” The way his voice introduces them, he’s not happy about them being here.

  I try and smile at them but fail miserably when I see them glaring my way. “Hello,” quietly pops out.

  With a less than welcoming demeanor, the older man points for us to sit with him at the table.

  Alex ushers me to sit. Resting his arm on my shoulder, he asks, “Drinks anyone?” Glaring at him, holding my breath, hoping he can read my mind not to leave me alone in here with them, a slow smile appears. “It’s alright, Isla. These are the good guys.”

  Really? Are they? They don’t look like they like me or Alex much…

  My eyes roam around the men. My skin prickles. My hands and insides are shaking. Sitting down, Alex looks across at me, running an assuring hand over my knees and my vice-like hands resting on his lap. “Look at me, Isla. It’s all going to be okay. This is The Family. We protect what is ours. Believe me when I say this, belonging to me means we will do as humanly as possible anything to protect you.”

  “Yes, Isla Winters, you will be protected from Sokolov and his loyal followers.” The older man speaks with authority. Alex nods at him. My mind is still playing catch up after seeing Alex with a gun and sinister looking men sitting in the kitchen…

  “Alessandro, you’re lucky you two are still alive. What happened to waiting?” Benito, I think his name is, sits there and lights up a cigar while Alex’s uncle speaks. I can tell he is restraining his anger.

  “I spoke to Isla’s mother last night.”

  He did what? Holy Mother of Jesus, what is he talking about? My head is throbbing on the verge of exploding, I don’t think I can take any more today. And it’s only just started. Standing upright, Alex looks between me and his uncle before sitting back down. I really couldn’t stomach a drink now anyway. I’m concerned about what my mother has said to Alex, how much she told him about my father and how he cared for his family, about Dimitri and how he bashed her to get back at me for trying to escape. Oh…the list is endless. I hope this doesn’t scare him away. But being here with me today and taking me from Dimitri was beautifully unexpected, so maybe mother said something that stirred him to action.

  Crap…

  My heart rate picks up a few extra beats. Alex broke the rules given to him by his uncle, so the news mother gave him must be bad. So bad he risked our lives… My legs start tapping with my thoughts, my mind’s running wild. What could be so bad?

  A warm hand reaches my legs, stopping my nervous habit. At least I haven’t had a panic attack for a while. Deciding to take control of my life must be making me stronger all over.

  “Adeline tracked me down after I left the room.” His hand continues rubbing my leg, calming me of the turmoil running through my mind and body. “She had a few things to tell me.” Looking at me, Alex looks grim. “Because she wanted my help to get you away from Dimitri. Now.”

  “Why would she choose now to speak up? I don’t understand.” My fingers now fiddle together. “She’s had years to do something about him and never made my father leave his clutches.” My body is sinking. Thinking about all she could have done before my eighteenth birthday, I don’t understand why now she’s trying to clear her conscience. It’s as though only Alex and I are in the room. His eyes drill into me and I stare back at him, for the answers I so desperately need.

  “I didn’t want to talk to your mother, Sweetness. Believe me, it took every bit of will power not to continue walking away from her, but she begged me.” Squeezing my leg tenderly, he comforts me. “I’m glad I listened. Although it fucking made me burn with fury inside listening to her.” Gripping my leg tighter, I jolt as he hits a nerve. “Fuck, sorry.”

  “It’s okay. Tell us what she said.” I’m hanging on by the edge of my pants, wanting to know what the hell mother has said and why she has waited until now to do it.

  Lifting my left hand, Alex looks at my engagement ring. A scowl covers his face, replaced with a sigh of relief when he next tugs it off, putting it on the table. “Your mother told you the other month who this ring belonged to, didn’t she?”

  “Umm, yep. Heading out of her house with Dimitri, she whispered to me it had been her mother’s ring, or my grandmother Somerset’s ring. I had never heard of her until that day or met her. I still don’t understand why she said it.” Benito’s cigar smoke is filling the air. My lungs already struggling to get air in them because of this bizarre situation this morning and the smoke isn’t helping any. But I can’t piss these guys off, they might decide I’m too much trouble and find me a nice hole somewhere. I concentrate on my breathing.

  “Your mother explained to me that she stayed with your father through the times of abuse and gambling problems because she simply loved him. She believed he was her soul mate. Your mother gave up everything to stay with him, Isla.”

  “I know…” Sighing, I run my finger under my eye to stop water from coming out. “She gave up hers, mine, and Ben’s happiness to be with him. I lived it. I know. And I guess I understand in a way because I would do anything to stay with you. I get it, I do.” I’m rewarded with a sweet kiss on the cheek.

  “But, Isla, your mother didn’t tell you a few things about her family. The family who belongs to that ring.” His head nods toward it. “Your mother decided to walk away from her family, her mother and father, because she knew they would destroy your father somehow.”

  I’m not really understanding.

  “What?” My brain has been fried from seeing two fearsome looking men sitting in what I thought was an empty kitchen. I’m confused.

  “Your grandmother is a very wealthy, influential lady it would seem. An heiress to a fortune in England.”

  “If that’s the case, why didn’t she use this money to get my father away from Dimitri? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

  “Your mother chose to walk away from everything she knew growing up for your father. She told her mother that she needed to cut ties with them because she feared your father would drain them of all their security. She kept what she had and didn’t look back. She was happy to give your father what she had, but no more.”

  “Oh…” I’m unsure what to say. Looking at the other men in the room, the two standing up are stoic as I first laid eyes on them, but Stefano and Benito seem intrigued.

  “Sweetness, your mother asked your grandmother to give you and Benjamin her share of their estate when they decided the time was right, instead of risking it being lost from gambling. In her way, she was protecting you, setting you and your brother up for life.” Resting back on his chair, Alex looks at me, hesitantly smiling, patting my leg. Your grandmother set up a trust fund for you and one for Ben. When you turn twenty-five, you inherit a small fortune.”

  “Ttwen…ty-ffivee? Today? Are you saying today I am entitled to money from a family member I’ve never
met? Was my mum drunk when she told you this? It really can’t be true.” My hand wipes my hair back from my face, placing it behind my ears. “Can it? How did we not know about them?”

  “I don’t know all the details, but later we can chat to your mother when it is safe. Adeline implored I get you away from Dimitri now, because she gave up her life of money and power to be with your father and she didn’t want that happening to you. Your father took all her jewels and money that she had over the years and gambled them or paid off debts with them. She was left with nothing, as you know. She needs you to rightfully use the money as you see fit.”

  “Are my grandparents alive still?” I’m blank. My body isn’t understanding very well. It’s all foggy. Have the other two left the table? Why aren’t they talking?

  Standing, his large, handsome stature walks over to the sink and gets four glasses of water.

  “I believe they are. Your mother didn’t say much, except that she implored I research them and that I would know what to do when the time was right. Whatever that means… She wouldn’t let me leave until I said that I would find out about The Somerset family.” Placing the water in front of each of us, his shoulders seem stiff as he sits back down.

  “We will work it out. We need to move on with our lives. Destroying Dimitri first, then we will deal with your family.”

  Benito sucks away. Stefano sips his water, contemplating what his nephew has revealed.

  A cough racks Stefano’s body. He composes himself quickly. Benito looks unsettled looking at Stefano. “So, Alex, you have the girl. What do you suppose we do now so Sokolov doesn’t kill your ass?”

  “Obviously Isla will be staying here. The security, usually, unless you’re a family member,” a smirk crosses his face, “is impenetrable here. I’m confident that we can get the other families to fast track their actions against Sokolov, taking over his drug clients. Kolton’s working at planting info into other associates of Sokolov’s to turn them against him, so they join the new families taking over the scene. Taking out Sokolov as they take over or we will be there to step in and do it. Make no mistake, he will be dead before much longer.”