Chapter 9 A Call To Darius Andrew.
Jess
That night, I gave it to Delilah.
Everything she'd fantasized about. Everything she'd ever dreamed of. Everything she could possibly want. I came in more than ready.
The door closed behind me when I saw her. My saviour. The only one who could pull me out of this mess. I had to thank her somehow.
What better way to say thank you than a good fucking?
She was seated in the living space, throwing strawberries in her mouth and watching some reality TV when I walked in.
She ran to me, just like she always did. Arms open, with a big smile on her face.
Usually I would stop her. Tell her I'm tired and need sleep. Then I would proceed to my room without a second thought.
This time, I didn't.
I grabbed her, plastering a big smile on my face. In a minute she was in the air, and I was twirling her gently.
I had to admit, her giggles were cute. It was hard not to see the cute things about someone when they'd promised to take out your only threat. I laughed with her, bringing her down with a flourish.
She smiled at me, obviously pleasantly surprised at the warmth.
“Did you strike a new deal or something?” Her smile was teasing, curiosity obvious in her voice and the hand trailing down my shoulder.
“Can't a man want his woman on a random Tuesday evening?” Her eyes shimmered with mischief. My work here was done.
She smiled, taking my lips in hers.
I leaned in, closing my eyes. It was a soft, telling kiss. It wasn't going anywhere. I needed to speed things up. I pushed my lips harder against her, tugging at her lips.
She worked with my speed, hand scrambling around my body as both drank each other in. She tasted of strawberries and warmth, and I could feel her body heat tripling right in my arms.
I moved up and down her back in slow, well-meaning strokes. With the speed picking up, my hands were scrambling too, looking for warmth anywhere. Something to harden me up enough.
I pulled her to me, close to eating her. We fell into rhythm now, breaking the kiss so I could leave heavy, sloppy ones down her front. Her neck, her collar bone, in between her boobs. I felt myself finally hardening.
I stopped, carrying her in my arms up the stairs and into the bedroom. I moved up the stairs slowly enough, letting the excitement course through her. I wanted her to relish this. I didn't know when it would happen again.
The impatience was clear in her eyes. She couldn't hold back, trailing muscles underneath my shirt, and tugging at my buttons. She tried to reach out to kiss me again. I didn't stop her.
I opened the bedroom door with ease, walking into the master bedroom as if I'd known the place for years. I didn't.
We'd barely just moved here a little while ago, just short of a few weeks. It was a mansion gifted to us by Grayson as a pre-wedding gift.
It was a beautiful place. A luxury I, in all my years at Alex Corp, couldn't even dream of having. Everything was sleek and high tech. It turned me on just by looking at it. I was hardened even more just thinking about it.
I walked in, satisfied with how hard I'd gotten, with or without her, and laid her on the bed. Majorly threw, anyway.
She giggled as her body hit plush and returned to the door to click it shut.
It was time to work for my money.
Because in the end, it was mine now. All mine. Every last dime of Delilah Hart’s was unquestionably mine.
I was most definitely hard now.
I proceeded to the bed, unclicking my belt on the way. I opened the buttons on my shirts and pulled them out of my pants, opening the shirt like a jacket. I pulled the belt easily out of the belt loops and flung it. We could replace whatever it broke.
I lay on top of her, kissing her again. I was careful with my weight, to avoid suffocating her.
“Say it. Say you want me.” I whispered in her ear. This was way too easy.
Moans escaped her. I hated those moans. I pushed on regardless, unwilling to leave without satisfying her.
“I want you. Fuck, I want you so bad.” She was breathless, just as I'd intended, and I hadn't even done anything yet. This would make my work a lot less stressful.
I stroked her side, kneading her waist gently before kissing her again. This time, I slowed down, snaking myself towards foreplay.
We kissed and progressed upwards kicking my shoes off and proceeding to under the sheets.
This was exactly as I'd imagined. Teasing her with sex. Getting her to do whatever I pleased, whenever I pleased, without question. Nothing felt better than that. Nothing beat that for me.
My plan had been meticulous from the very start. I'd every single detail, from how we'd meet to the calls we'd make. I didn't have much, but I had knowledge. I knew Delilah. Well before all of this, all the lovey dovey shenanigans.
I was obsessed with the wealth she was born into. I was angry with how unlucky I was to have drawn the shortest straw imaginable in the inheritance game. I had learned her to the point of obsession, mania.
Sleepless night, after sleepless night I'd toiled. Worked. Researched. I found out every last detail about her till there was nothing else to know. All whilst making my way up the corporate ladder.
Because how else was I supposed to get her? She wouldn't fall in love with a lowlife like me.
I pulled out, her moaning itching my ears. I rolled over and caught my breath, looking in her direction.
The glee on her face was unmistakable. Utter pleasure.
I'd done a
good job.
“It's time to call Darius Andrew.”
I was ready to fuck her all over again.