Chapter 76 Seventy Six
OWEN WINTERS
Amy stood in the kitchen counter rubbing jam carefully over slices of bread. It smelled nice. I could taste the grape flavour on my tongue. She seemed unaware of my presence as I watched her calm and calculated movements, at the way her hips swayed from side to side with sheer interest. A slight breeze brushed past me tickling my skin. My pulse quickened while I watched her move, a flush of heat spread throughout my body, quivering need coiled between my legs, swelling with every glance I shot at her — fucking hormones.
A primal hunger gnawed at me, but I held back. I needed to. Slowly and carefully, I walked behind her and grabbed her waist. Her butt grinding my thighs. I winced. Amy shuddered, surprising me.
“How long have you been here?” She asked, her voice laced with curiosity and the way she raised her brows made me smirk.
“Since. I've missed you, my sweet flower,” I muttered, my breath brushing the nose of her neck.
“Father drove me home,” her voice was coarse and held annoyance underneath it.
I straightened myself, moving away from her. “Yes, I'm aware of that. He dropped by father's with Ash's body. Turns out they had planned to kill him all along,” I replied. Looking at Amy's expression, I could tell she was confused so I didn't push further.
“He knows I'm pregnant, Owen.”
My hands dropped to the side subconsciously. I blinked, numerous thoughts running through my head. I parted my lips to say something, but only air filled my lungs so I shut them. Amy waited for a reaction but got none — I didn't know how to react.
“I'm sorry, pumpkin,” I muttered, sincerely apologetic. She sighed. I cursed.
“I shouldn't have…”
“It's enough Owen. He wasn't happy about it but didn't overreact. He promised not to tell Mr Winters which would save you from so much trouble,” she said it like everything was all good. Like all that mattered was protecting my fucked up image. I cursed again.
“I'm still sorry…” Amy turned to face me, interrupting me once more. “Are you going to marry to house Lyons?” She asked, startling me. Dylan must have put all sorts of things in her head given the reason she asked this many questions and looked so paranoid.
I never thought about my marriage to that girl — not even once. The marriage was surely going to take place and I foolishly led Amy on.
“Right. You are and it's fine, I'll just go back home and…” This time I cut her off. Fuck the marriage, I'd find a way. I always did.
“I won't marry her. I'll make sure not to, pumpkin. Do I look like a man in love?” I asked with a smile playing on my lips. My eyes danced over her body and I knew exactly who and what I wanted.
“You should know that,” she replied, trying to hide her smile and glancing at any other place that wasn't my face.
Cute.
“I'm a senseless man in love, Amelia, I'll do anything for you.” I studied her face and the smile became too evident, her cheeks were bright pink and her ears colourful.
I grabbed her waist lightly pulling her close to me. Placing my lips on hers, she parted them willingly — she trusted me that much. I slid my tongue into her mouth, savouring every bit of her. Our tongues entwined following a particular rhythm for a while before she made to pull out. I didn't give in, instead, I bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark but light enough to make her moan in pleasure. And as expected, she let out a soft moan.
My whole body hardened at the sound of her moan. My dick tightened with need and it hurt like hell. I caressed her waist and knew she was wet for me.
She finally pushed me off and tried catching her breath. “Don't try to change the subject by kissing me, dickhead…”
“Hush.” I placed my index finger over her soft lips. The need to devour her stirred once more, but I needed to be in control.
“We've talked too much about other people, let's talk about ourselves. With our bodies.” She said nothing so I kissed her again, this time harder. Her back hit the counter, and I lifted her up so she sat on it.
“I want you. I know you fucking want me too,” I whispered kissing her fingers. My eyes flickered to her face waiting for an answer, but she said nothing which sort of infuriated me — made me want more than I could handle.
I kissed her neck sinking my canine into them, she gasped biting her lips to keep from moaning. “You want me, pumpkin. Tell me you fucking want me!” I growled sliding my tongue from her neck down to her throat. No time to tug at her dress, I tore it off planting my tongue in between her breasts. She quivered and I let out a short chuckle. I felt better knowing I made her feel this way.
“Tell me you want me.” I clutched her throat, wrapping my hand around it.
“Do you…” I waited for her approval and she gave me one. “I fucking need you okay? You damn know it Winters!” She hissed, at last saying what I needed to hear.
“Pumpkin…” With a scoop of my hand, I grabbed her ass and took her to the room.
Amy rested her head on my chest, her hair sprawled beautifully around her back. She hugged my neck tightly to keep from falling, not that it did anything. I dropped her to the bed, and lay above her, our noses touching.
“Should we try something different?” I inquired, and she nodded like a child — a submissive woman.
Sweet.
I smirked evilly. “Kneel.” She finally stared into my eyes and probably saw the glint in them because she obeyed.
“Good girl,” I groaned.
Amy knelt in front of me, her back straight, her nipples hard, and need clouding her vision. I stood circling her slowly, watching the rise and fall of her breast. Her heartbeat increased with every passing second that she was almost out of breath. I gripped her chin, and tilted her head back, inching my face close to hers.
Her lips parted, a soft whimper slipping out — she needed me. I brushed past her lips and whispered into her ear, my voice sharp but husky.
“You're mine. Don't forget that.” She nodded, but I wanted more. I wanted her to speak.
“Say it pumpkin.”
“I'm yours,” she whispered.
“Hmm. You're such a good little girl, yes?”
Dragging her to her feet, I pressed her against the wall, my palm caressing her neck. Amy's hands flew up in instinct, but I caught them and pinned them above her head. She hissed but dared not resist.
“You like this,” I muttered. She grinned.
“I'll know how good you are when you try it.” She dared me, and I gladly accepted wholeheartedly.
My fingers trailed down to her thighs as I followed the V-line of her pussy. I went slowly, making her shiver. I loved the feeling of her aching with curiosity and hunger, the tension building around her. The hardness of her nipples and the tightness of her pussy, and telling by the soft whimper she let out, I knew I had hit the right spot.
Amy trembled beneath my grip as I leaned over and pressed my lips to her ear.
“You're already weak?”
She scoffed but didn't deny it. “Do I make you weak?”
She parted her lips to say something, but decided against it.
Amy would never accept that I made her weak. Strangely the thought of it excited me.
I pushed apart her legs and stepped between them cuffing her hands tighter against the wall. I let her neck be as I moved slowly down her body, unapologetically. My fingers finally found its way to her pussy and I thrust it in. She gasped fighting to let her hands go scot free.
“Fuck you,” she mumbled helplessly. I chuckled, thrusting it deeper into her. Two fingers. Three.
I stroked her letting her hands go. I massaged her breast gently playing with her nipples. They tightened with every touch. “Look at how hard you are. I'll make sure you squirt before you even feel anything,” I growled going deeper into her. Amy held my hair threatening to pull it out — I didn't care.
“Look at me,” I muttered and she obeyed like I owned her. I did.
Amelia Xavier was mine.
I pushed her roughly towards the bed and she landed on her back, her legs wide apart waiting for my command. Exactly what I wanted.
“Touch yourself.”
“What?” She glanced at me as though I were mad. “Touch your fucking self and call my name like you mean it.”
Amy gulped and obeyed like a ten year old. I watched her as she put her fingers into her pussy and rammed it slowly then vigorously. She moaned loudly calling my name. I bit my lips holding back from lunging at her and eating her up. She squirted, her orgasm everywhere.
“What a mess,” I teased walking up to her.
“Now's my turn.”