Lucky Charm: A St. Patrick's Day Irish Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Eva Luxe

  “Okay,” I said. “Just— I can’t wait anymore!”

  He laughed shakily. “Me neither.”

  He slid his cock back into place.

  “Let me know if I’m hurting you,” he said, clenching his jaw. At least his control wasn’t easy for him.

  He thrust in an inch or so, then pulled back out. Then he thrust in a little further. Back and forth, a little further each time, stretching me, filling me slowly, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed my heels against his ass and thrust my pelvis up toward him, and as he drove home, I screamed.

  “Willow?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, God, yes,” I moaned. “Please, Darien!”

  I rocked against him, getting used to the feeling of him inside me, and suddenly he yelled, “Fuck!” and started thrusting, pounding, into me. For a moment all I could do was let myself be overcome by the storm, but then he changed his angle, and my clit was getting the friction it needed. I started thrusting back, a little sore, but it didn’t matter, I needed his skin running over my clit.

  “Darien!” I cried. I had made myself come before, but coming with a huge cock inside me was a whole different thing. “Oh, God, Darien, yes, yes, yes…”

  I was babbling, because I was being fucked senseless. My orgasm went on until I felt weak, and Darien kept ramming into me, so I wrapped my legs around his back and held on. Finally he gave a hoarse shout and thrust even harder, until he collapsed on top of me.

  I could feel his sticky sweetness inside me. I knew I had told him to come inside me, but it was in the heat of the moment, and it just felt so good. I couldn’t believe he had listened. But now his cum was drizzling down my legs, and I was unable to ignore the fact that he had marked me as his own, claimed me, just as he had said he wanted to do.

  Neither of us moved until our breathing leveled out, and then I started idly running my fingers through his hair. He felt so good. His hair, his skin, his cock inside me.

  Finally, with what seemed like an enormous effort, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He brushed the hair away from my face. “Are you okay?”

  I laughed. He was different from the other guys. Yeah he had money, but the big bad Darien Thrilling was also a loving father, and a good man. So, yeah, I was okay. I was so much more than okay.

  “Um…yeah.” I giggled again. “I think I’m okay.”

  He rolled halfway to the side, pulling himself out of me. I made a little pout of disappointment, but it turned into a sigh of contentment when he gathered me in his arms and pressed my head to his chest. Our legs intertwined, and we dozed, wrapped up in each other.

  “Willow…”

  “Mmmm?”

  His thigh was thrust between mine, and in my half asleep state, I started to rock back and forth on it. “Mmmmm…” I could feel that I was sore, inside my pussy and in the muscles around it, but I also had Darien’s thigh pushed up against my clit and I wanted to ride it.

  I didn’t even open my eyes, just rubbed up and down on his thigh until I came, not the screaming, shattering orgasm of earlier, but a body-soul orgasm that bound me to Darien completely.

  “Fuck, woman,” Darien murmured. “Come here.”

  He shifted our legs until I was straddling his hips, with his now-erect cock pointing up at me. “You control it,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. You do it.”

  I was still pretty wet, and his cock slid right into me. It did hurt a little, but looking down at him while I rode him was so intimate, so hot, that I stopped thinking about that after just a few seconds.

  “Your pussy is so tight and so wet,” he said. “I can’t believe I just took you for your very first time.”

  “I can’t believe you came in me,” I told him.

  He spread open my pussy and looked at his cum that was still gathered inside me, as he fucked me again.

  “You’re going to make me come,” I said.

  He reached up and grabbed ahold of my nipple, squeezing it while electricity ran through my entire body.

  “Darien, I’m coming,” I moan. “I’m coming so hard.”

  “You’re going to make me come again too,” he told me. “My cock is so hard inside you.”

  “It feels so good. So long and thick inside me. I love how it fills me all the way up.”

  I rode him gently but mercilessly until he came, and I came again.

  He spread open my pussy once more and said, “I just have to get a look at the cream pie I left in you. That’s so fucking hot. You’re mine now; no one else’s. You understand?”

  I nodded, chills running down my spine as I realized how intense, how possessive, his words were. And how much I loved that he had said that.

  I collapsed on his chest, and his arms came around me.

  “I’m sorry, Willow.”

  I looked up at him drowsily. “What for? Making me come three times? Mmm. Yes, that was terrible.”

  Somehow he managed to look both smug and sheepish. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

  “Never mind,” he sighed. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

  Chapter 18 – Willow

  The next morning rolled in and Darien and I got up to shower and get Ariel ready for school. I told Darien to go to his office and prepare for work while I looked after Ariel. I was still the nanny after all.

  “Ariel, you look so pretty in that dress!” I said, while she twirled around in her baby blue dress with white stockings and a white hair bow.

  She even struck a few poses in the mirror. Girls. I remember when I was her age.

  “Thanks, Mommy…” Ariel said, turning around with her hands behind her back. Uh oh, she laid down a new title on me.

  “Mommy?” I didn’t know how to handle this one.

  “Yeah, you’re gonna be called Mommy from now on.”

  “Well, I’m honored. But I love it when you call me Willow!”

  “But I want to call you Mom!” Ariel whined, pouting.

  Oh no, this was getting difficult. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Nor did I want to try to replace her mother. I felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.

  “Ariel, I—” My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. “Hold on, let me take this call, Ariel, I’ll be back.”

  She sighed, frowning. I went out into the hallway and to my room. I would have been glad for the distraction of the call that had come in at just the right moment, except that it was from my mother, and that’s never a good thing.

  “Hello?”

  I looked out the tall window of my room. It was cloudy outside, a dismal looking day.

  “Willow, I’m so sorry,” my mother said. “But we had to make a decision.”

  “Mom? What decision? Are you talking about Sam?”

  Panic rose up in my throat and my head felt light. The carpet beneath my feet began to feel like burning coals.

  “Yes, the doctors said his chances of waking up are very small. We can’t afford to keep—”

  “What do you mean you can’t afford? I’ve been paying the bills for him to stay alive! What’re you saying?”

  “And where have you been getting that money, young lady? We haven’t seen you at home for weeks now.”

  She was dodging the question. Where I got the money was none of her business. The only thing that mattered was that I wasn’t breaking the law to get the money.

  Though if I didn’t have this job, then I’d happily break laws to keep Sam alive.

  “Mom, get to the point, what’s happening to Sam?!”

  “We’re taking him off the machine,” she blurted out.

  A painful silence drifted between us for a few seconds before I felt myself unravel.

  “No! Don’t you dare! He’s still alive, don’t kill him!”

  I slammed my fist on the desk in my room. I felt helpless, powerless, miserable, but also so very angry. A fury rose up in me so strongly that I was surprised by its intensity.

  “Willow, we’
re so sorry. The hospital will be taking his machine in two months anyway. Holding onto a false hope will only hurt more.”

  “I hate you! I can afford to keep him alive, so this can’t be about money!” I fell down onto my knees, gripping the phone with a fatal pressure. “Mom! Mom!”

  I looked at the phone and saw that she hung up on me.

  What the fuck? I was doing everything I was supposed to. Things were going fine!

  Darien ran into the room and knelt down by my side, holding my shoulders.

  “Willow! Are you okay?!”

  I jerked away from him, standing up and pointing to the door. “Leave, just leave me alone.”

  My voice was breaking. It felt like another demented personality was about to erupt out of me.

  “I’m sorry,” I immediately told Darien. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s not your fault. You’ve done everything to help and have stood by my side this whole time. Yet it was all in vain. I have to go now.”

  I needed to see him! Sam couldn’t die now. There was still time, still hope. I ran out of the room, grabbing the keys to the Lamborghini that I had on the small table next to my door.

  “But Willow—Willow, wait, where are you going?!”

  I outran Darien and got to the garage where I pulled out and sped toward the hospital.

  “Sam, I’m coming, I won’t let you go!”

  Chapter 19 – Darien

  Ariel ran down the hall and shook my arm. She gave me a frantic look as if she had done something wrong.

  “Daddy, is Willow okay? Did I scare her away?” she asked, tears threatening to spill out of her eyes. I bent down to her and cupped her fat cheeks.

  “No, why would you scare Willow away, princess?”

  Ariel closed her eyes and said, “I called her Mommy. I don’t think she liked that. She told me to just call her Willow. Then she left. And now she’s upset. So I scared her away, I just know I did.”

  She gripped her dress. I loosened her hands and kissed them.

  “Oh, honey, come here.” I hugged my sweet daughter. She had a heart of gold, unlike the one in the woman she came from. “You didn’t scare her, it was something else. She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure of it. Let’s get you all ready for school.”

  I couldn’t help but find it touching that Ariel had wanted to call Willow “Mommy.” But I had no time to dwell on that now. My mind couldn’t stop racing around. Where was Willow off to? If I hadn’t been in my office for so long I’d have known. I packed Ariel’s lunch and drove her to school.

  It was dangerous for her, or anyone, to drive while she was that upset. I feared for her safety, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles grew white.

  When we arrived, I drove up to the front so she could open the door. She stayed still, looking down at her feet. It wasn’t normal to see Ariel like this.

  I placed my hand on her forehead. There was no fever. She was clearly just feeling unwell emotionally, not physically.

  “Okay, princess, do well. Daddy’s always proud of you!”

  She didn’t answer me.

  “Ariel? What’s wrong? Are you still upset about what happened this morning? That wasn’t your fault.”

  “Daddy? That mean lady that hurt Willow… she hurts me too.”

  She rubbed her eyes. I turned around more in my seat to look at her face.

  “What? What do you mean she hurts you too?”

  “She… she locks me in rooms and never talks to me.”

  “Morgan?” I began to grip the steering wheel harder with one hand while the other curled up into a ball and shook violently as it rested on the arm rest in the middle of the car.

  “Uh huh.” Ariel kept her eyes off of me.

  I pulled over into the parking lot, afraid I might accidentally break the brake pedal from pressing it too hard. I was still worried about Willow, but Ariel came first. Always.

  “Look at me, Ariel. Tell Daddy everything and you’ll never have to worry about seeing her again.”

  Ariel wiped her eyes again, and I helped.

  “She’s so mean, Daddy! She barely even feeds me. And her house always stinks!”

  Now one more question. It was hard getting the words out of my mouth, only because I was afraid of what the answer would be.

  “Has she ever hit you?”

  “No.”

  “Ariel, tell me the truth!”

  My chest tightened into a tangled mess. Blood began to rush through my head. My daughter, my loving princess.

  “She pulls me around, and holds my wrist really tight, and jerks my arms so it hurts. But she won’t hit me. I’m a good girl, so she doesn’t hit me.”

  “Okay, princess, let me walk you inside. Daddy will make sure that Morgan never ever goes near you again.”

  “I want Willow as my mommy!”

  “I do too. Come on.”

  Chapter 20 – Darien

  “Jerry!” I yelled, charging into his office. There were three men in his office looking over paper work as Jerry stood before them speaking. He looked up at me like I’d lost my mind.

  And for a second I did.

  “What the hell?” a man said, turning around

  The other men turned their heads too and looked up at me. Screw them. My daughter came first.

  “Uh, gentlemen, I’m going to need a moment, I’m sorry.”

  They got up and skittered out of the office, closing the door behind them.

  “Darien, what the hell? What’s going on?” he asked me, sitting down in his chair and rocking back.

  “That— that beast is abusing my daughter!” I growled, pacing his room like a hungry lion. “I want her head!”

  “Shit…” He rocked forward and rifled around until he found a yellow legal pad. “Hate to be a pain in the ass, but I’m gonna need details.”

  “She’s starving her, locking her in rooms and pulling my kid around like a fucking rag doll!”

  “Fuck, this isn’t good.”

  “I want my daughter to stay with me! I’m not giving her back next week. I refuse. I don’t give a fuck what the courts say.”

  “Darien, this could get child protective services involved. That could potentially get Ariel taken from both of you. I mean, it’s not likely, but it’s always a possibility I like to warn clients about in contentious cases such as this.”

  “What? Jerry, I’m Darien Thrilling. I am no abuser!”

  “And I know that. But the media wouldn’t care, and all Morgan would do is throw a false accusation at you to balance things out. That’s probably been her plan for a while. Think about this. The divorce is almost over.”

  “I don’t care. Ariel is not returning to that crazy bitch’s house.”

  “Look, I got some tricks up my sleeve. Usually I don’t use them until things get messy, but let me handle this.”

  “Well I’m going to handle this too.”

  I marched over to the door, and Jerry ran over, throwing himself in the way.

  “Darien? Don’t do anything stupid!”

  I wasn’t going to hurt Morgan. But I sure as hell was going to warn her ass.

  I leaned in close to him and snapped, “She hurt my daughter, so I’m going to talk to her. Or else this will get really messy.”

  “Wait!”

  “Out of my way, Jerry. Do you even have children?!”

  “No. But—”

  “But, my ass. Ariel was the only good thing that came out of that farce of a marriage. Morgan is harming my only daughter as a means to hurt me.”

  Jerry stood behind his desk.

  “I understand, but if you do something reckless, Ariel will lose you. You don’t want that. Do you?”

  “I’m too rich to lose her.”

  “Don’t be cocky, Thrilling. I’ve been a Thrilling family lawyer for twenty five years. Money won’t let you get away with everything…”

  Chapter 21 – Darien

  I sped over to Morgan’s house, which was on the other side of the co
unty. I slammed my car into her driveway, pounding on the horn to get her ass out of bed and down to the door.

  “Darien, well, isn’t this a rare occasion?” Morgan said, leaning on her door frame.

  I walked up to her door, stopping only inches away from her face. The chill of the oncoming winter blew through my jacket while I stood on her steps, staring deep into her eyes.

  “Let me in,” I demanded, trying to keep my cool.

  “Bossy, aren’t you? Did you come bearing any gifts?”

  She slid her hand onto her hip, jutting it out to the side. She looked me up and down. Tired of her bullshit, I pushed my way inside and looked around. The place smelled like a bar.

  Morgan shouted, “Hey! I didn’t say you could come in.”

  “Since I own this house and pay all the bills, I can come in when I fucking want to. Leave her alone.” I folded my arms, glaring into her murky green eyes.

  “The whore?” She threw her hands into the air, circling them around as she walked over to me. This entrance corridor gave me the chills, it was lifeless, and devoid of life, just like she was.

  “Our. Daughter.”

  “What’re you talking about?” she asked, tapping her lip.

  “I know what you’ve been doing to her.”

  I kept glancing around, trying to see if there was someone else in her house.

  “What?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Locking her in rooms, not even feeding her. What the hell, Morgan?” I shook my head in disgust. “I know we don’t love each other, but I thought you’d at least treat Ariel like a decent human being. She’s your flesh and blood.”

  My voice bounced off the vases that adorned her hallway. Morgan stepped back in fear. All this because she wanted to control me. Why couldn’t she just say it?

  She didn’t love me, and I didn’t love her. I loathed her.

  Morgan waved her hand in dismissal. “Oh, that girl eats—”

  “What, a few crumbs? And what, do you lock her in a play room? Ariel is not an animal!”

  “An animal? I thought that was what we were evolved from.”

  “Don’t be sarcastic. Do you even care? Why would you even try to get full custody knowing damn well you don’t even like her?”