Chapter 47 Forty Seven
AMELIA XAVIER
Owen waited in the car saying he had something to do, so instead of going in, I went to the pool. I stripped and removed my shoes letting my legs enter the water. I sat in the pool coping feeling the coldness of the water against my skin.
The night air felt cool though a perfect contrast to what I felt at the moment. The party was a disaster and not only that, we had created enemies.
Once again, doubt settled in creating a massive hole in my chest. I could feel the pain.
Jump in
Jump in.
Fucking jump in!
“Pumpkin,” someone called and I turned quickly to see Owen, his hair was a mess, but his face… not now Amelia.
I scolded myself. “What is it? I thought you were in the car, sorting some shit out,” I said matter of factly, but partly grateful that he was here.
With quick strides, he was seated with me, his shoes out and legs in the water. “You sound annoyed, is it because you didn't get to see Kayla Rodriguez?” He asked calmly. I was like an open book which he prided in reading, word after word. My heart skipped two beats. How could one be this calm after a frustrated night?
“Why shouldn't I? That party was my ticket to finally meeting with her!” I blurted out, my cheeks red with rage. If that old man never showed up, my chances of meeting Kayla Xavier would have increased to at least a five percent. “I'm sorry, I was selfish and…” he started, but I stopped him realizing I was the selfish one. Foolish of me to think only of myself and what I had to do.
I should be grateful for his interference. I sighed.
I always fuck up.
“No, you don't,” he said. I slapped my hands over my mouth, he had heard me.
Owen chuckled, and with a swift move, he jumped into the pool creating a splash. The water hit my face washing my makeup. “Fuck Owen!” I yelled, but he wasn't paying attention. He laughed, and with a pull, he dragged me into the pool. “Now, this is fucked up, Amelia,” he said laughing out loud.
A smile wounded its way to my lips and the suicidal thoughts disappeared.
Owen was right, this was fucked up. We were fucked up. I swam to where he was and pushed him into the water, he fell on his back deep into the pool. “You're fucked, not me!” I screamed enjoying this.
Suddenly, a hand dragged me by my waist into the water. You know how they say that electricity and water are best of friends? Maybe that was an explanation to why my body reacted the way it did. The feeling felt good. I put my head up so I could breathe, my waist at the protection of Owen Winters. I looked into his ice blue eyes, they were beautiful, like the first drop of snow. I moved closer till our noses touched, his heavy breathing felt good against my lips. Our breathing was in sync.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, his nails digging into my skin. I let out a light moan and he took it as a yes.
He pressed his lips against mine and when I hesitated, he pinched my butt, so I could let his tongue in. Owen caressed my waist savouring every taste left in my mouth.
I was turned on.
When we separated, I gasped for air, my eyes staring at his body from his wet shirt that stuck to his skin — he was the best definition of sexy. “Fuck, Amy. What do you want now?” He asked, his voice husky. My nipples went hard with the way he called my name. “I don't know what I want,” I muttered, my breast throbbing, begging to be touched. “You, do. I want your permission,” he said and grabbed my waist once more. There was no better sex than sex with consent, after all. I gulped and of course he took anything as a yes.
Owen carried me from the water and I shut my eyes so as not to scream — height was a scary thing.
“You can scream and kick me, pumpkin. It's sweeter that way.” I groaned inwardly. I needed him. We entered the room and he dropped me on the bed.
“Goodnight,” he said and turned to leave. I looked at him, he was dripping.
How could water make someone this hot? “Owen I…” he turned to face me. I saw his dick bulging from his wet trouser. It wanted me. “... I want you. Fuck me,” I groaned. A smile found its way to his lips. Standing from the bed, I tugged at his shirt. In all eleven years spent without him, I didn't know I would end up wanting him this bad. “You'll take it out yourself, if you so badly want me,” he teased and for some unknown reasons, I liked it. “Your dick wants me as badly as I want you,” I played along and he didn't object. He took off his shirt, his body still wet. A drop of water fell from his hair to his chest.
How the fuck could one man have every girls dream on his body?
“Can I touch you, love?” He asked. I felt his eyes as it trailed to my swollen breast. I shut my eyes and he pulled me in.
I moaned when he softly caressed my breast and nuzzled my neck.
“Just fuck me,” I muttered under my breath. He chuckled softly and looked me in the eyes.
“I like foreplay.”
Owen pushed me to the bed, tugging at my panties. Hurriedly, I pulled it off. “What do you want?” He asked again. I smiled.
“Take me, Owen Winters.”
“Good girl,” he growled softly. With a sweep of his hands, he widened my legs and slowly put his tongue into me.
Gawd!
OWEN WINTERS
Amelia was sweet. She was just what I needed. “Good girl,” I growled softly, wanting to eat her whole. All I needed was her permission and that I got. Widening her legs, I knelt and slowly inserted my tongue. I loved the feeling it brought her, the way her legs shook as I sucked on her. Swiftly and without much hesitation, I moved to her breast and with a pop, her bra came loose. Using my tongue, I played with her nipples, they were hard.
I sucked on her breast, caressing the other until she was at the verge of screaming. “I'll make sure the only thing you remember after this is my name, pumpkin,” I muttered softly in her ears. She shivered. Gently, my fingers found their way into her. “Now, call my name,”
In. Out. In.
“Or should I stop?” I asked as she gasped in ecstasy — of course it was ecstasy. “No.”
“Then fucking call my name,” I growled increasing my thrust.
Out. In. Out. In.
I thrusted my fingers into her with forceful jabs. Three fingers. Four. Five… a fist.
I enjoyed the feeling, the way the only thing I heard in the room were moans and gasps. She was stubborn.
Then she called my name. “Owen.”
I grinned. “Yes, beautiful,” I muttered, raising her legs and putting my dick into her. “No man would make you feel this way, sweetheart,” I whispered as I thrusted sharply into her.
Thrust after thrust. Jab after jab. I fucked her till she shut her eyes in pure euphoria.
“Sleep, princess,” I muttered, covering her.
Suddenly, my phone rang and I knew who it was. Father.
“Hello, Sir,” I answered on the third ring, leaving the room not to wake my princess. “You sound happy tonight-”
Why wouldn't I be? I fucked my princess.
I wanted to say, but I kept mute. “- especially after your beautiful show in trying to break a neckless man's neck. Where are your manners?!” Father reprimanded but I didn't give a damn about him or Sir Phillipe.
“You did well. Someone needed to tell that old man what his shoe size was.” Light crawled to my face, lighting up my eyes. “So, you're not disappointed?” I asked and I could tell he shrugged. “I was never disappointed in you, Owen. But I called for something else,” he said, his voice went from full-of-love to serious business. My face turned serious.
“I'd like you to pay a visit to someone, but don't kill him, I'm begging, really,” father instructed.
“Who's it, father?” I inquired getting ready to leave. I needed a quick shower. “Found out that the house of Devon had a surviving relative.” My heart ached. I had murdered them all. Father continued,
“Pay him a visit, but don't kill him. We need him.”
“Yes, father,” I replied and hung up.
Fucking night.