Page 85 of Lust & Lies

NOELANI

THE COLOR DRAINED FROM Mr. Park’s face as he stared down the barrel of Aiden’s gun.

Once he realized his grandson was serious, the old man’s shoulders sagged, and he slumped in his seat, looking completely defeated.

It was a sight to behold. Aiden lowered his arm, returning his weapon to its holster.

“From now on, stay in your room,” Aiden told him.

“Meals will be brought to you. No phones. No laptops. No communication. We’ve even hired someone to bathe you.

And don’t try to convince her to betray us.

She may end up killing you. Her husband was one of those Watchdogs whose deaths you’re responsible for.

As for your estate, it will be managed by Dolores and Tomas, our people. ”

“You fucking ingrates!” Mr. Park whispered, seeming depleted of energy.

“You can fume all you want,” Sam told him.

“But this is your life now. You’ve taken so much from everyone in this room.

You deserve to be alone. You deserve time to sit and think about everything you’ve done wrong.

Just know this, we’ll leave the forgiving part to the Almighty.

My wife and I will never forgive you for what you’ve taken from us. ”

“I hope you rot in that room,” Gertrude told him.

“I’m going to order the guards to put up pictures of everyone you’ve hurt on the walls.

And you’ll be tied down, unable to take them down.

May their spirits torment you while you’re in seclusion.

May their faces be the last thing you see before you die. Rot in hell, Mr. Park.”

A tear trailed down Mr. Park’s cheek, the first I’d ever seen him shed.

I stepped forward to peer into his eyes, enjoying this look on him.

“This is what victory looks like,” I told him.

“This is real power. This is love. This is loyalty. This...” I stared around the room.

“This is family. Get used to seeing it, because I’m going to stop by to tell you about every milestone we hit, every joy we encounter.

I’m going to constantly let you know we’re living well as you rot away in your bedroom, you wretched man. ”

Mr. Park’s eye twitched, his lower lip trembling as more tears spilled down his cheeks. Yes, this was so much better than killing him. I smiled brightly as the people I loved stood around me, supporting me.

This was indeed what love and loyalty looked like. Love had won. I thought about calling my sister, just to let her know Mr. Park could no longer hurt us. But the petty in me wouldn’t let me do it.

I wanted her to stay on the run, stay looking over her shoulder. She deserved even worse than that. But for now, that would be her punishment. A lifetime of fearing Mr. Park’s retaliation. A lifetime of hiding. A lifetime of fear, unable to use her real name ever again.

I stared over at Aiden. “I’m ready to go home, honey.”

My man swept me off my feet. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

He carried me from the office. I didn’t miss the way Gertrude smiled at us, happy tears shimmering in her eyes.

“You two have one day of alone time before I’m coming over to hang out with Noelani,” Ethan called out.

I laughed as Aiden carried me out of the room, leaving Tristan and the others behind to ensure that his grandfather was properly locked away.

“Are you okay, love?” Aiden asked, walking down the stairs with me in his arms.

I rested my head on his chest. “I’m more than okay. I’m with the man I love. The people I love are safe, healthy, and happy. I have my name back. There’s nothing more I can ask for. Other than maybe... to end this two-week dick drought.”

Aiden chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m going to rain all over you when we get home,” my savage told me.

Laughing, I snuggled closer to him.

“We’re never going to be apart again,” he whispered.

“Never,” I vowed, ready to begin my happily ever after with him.

Aiden took me home, back to our country estate, where we belonged. He showered with me, washing away the blood splatter, even washing my hair for me. And when he was done, he dried me off and carried me to bed.

He laid me down in the center of the bed like I was the most precious thing he’d ever held. His hands didn’t leave me, not for a second. One slid along my thigh while the other smoothed over my waist. His eyes roamed my naked body like he’d been starving and I was the only thing on the menu.

“I missed this,” he whispered, climbing between my legs, settling his body on top of mine. “Missed the way you taste. The way you feel. Missed watching you fall apart for me. I’ve been missing my brown sugar.”

I reached up and touched his face, brushing my fingers across the stubble along his jaw. “Then stop talking and show me just how much you missed me.”

His smile was pure sin. “Say less.”

Aiden kissed me like he’d been holding back for weeks, his tongue sweeping over mine. I moaned into his mouth, my body already pulsing with need. He kissed his way down my neck, biting lightly as he went, before moving lower, sucking on the skin above my breast hard enough to leave a mark.

“Don’t hold back tonight,” I whispered, dragging my fingers through his hair. “I’ve healed enough, and I need all of you.”

“You’ll get it,” he promised. “But first... I need a taste of this pussy.”

He moved down my body, lips and hands everywhere, my hips, my thighs, my stomach. He took his time, like he wanted to memorize every inch of me all over again. I lifted my hips in anticipation, already slick, already aching. When his mouth finally met my pussy, I damn near came right then.

“Fuck,” I hissed, grabbing the back of his head.

Aiden groaned against me like he’d just tasted heaven. He licked a long, slow stripe up my slit, then wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard. My hips bucked off the bed. His arms slid under my thighs and locked me down, forcing me to take everything he gave.

I groaned when his fingers slipped into me. This man knew exactly what he was doing, flicking his tongue against my clit in rhythm with the slow thrust of two fingers deep inside me.

“I missed this pussy,” he growled. “Missed how you moan. Missed the way you drip for me. I just had it in my mouth last night, and I’m already having withdrawals.”

He sucked harder, faster, and I was fucking gone. My thighs shook, my back arched, and his name ripped from my throat.

“Aiden! Fuck, I’m gonna...”

“Cum in my mouth, baby. Let me taste that brown sugar.”

His voice was so filthy, so deep, it pushed me right over the edge. I screamed his name, hips rocking against his face as I came hard, soaking his mouth, his fingers, everything. He kept going until I was trembling and pushing his head away.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, wiping his mouth before crawling up the bed.

I was still panting when he slid on top of me. His cock, thick and heavy, pressed against my thigh.

“Can I fuck you slow and deep, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned, wanting whatever he was willing to give.

He lined up with my entrance, teasing me with the tip. I arched my back, trying to take him in, but he wouldn’t give it to me yet.

“Say it first,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick folds. “Tell me this pussy is mine.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped.

He pushed in a little.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“This pussy is yours, Aiden. Forever. No one else will ever have it.”

“That’s fucking right.”

He pushed in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried deep, balls pressed against me. I gasped at the stretch, the burn, the overwhelming feeling of being full of him again. He didn’t move right away.

He kissed me, tongue dancing with mine, claiming me. Then he started to move, grinding into me with deep strokes that sent pleasure radiating through me. The bed creaked beneath us, rocking with the rhythm of our bodies.

His hips rolled as he pushed into me, every thrust hitting that spot that made my toes curl. I wasn’t going to last long. I was craving this dick too badly for that.

“You feel that?” he whispered in my ear. “Feel how deep I am? How wet you are for me? You were made for this dick, Noelani. Fucking made for it.”

“Y-yes,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping until I cum deep inside you and you scream my name again.”

His hands roamed my body, gripping my ass, my thighs, my waist. His lips never stayed still, kissing me, biting my shoulder, licking the sweat from my neck.

“You’re never leaving me again,” he growled, thrusting harder now. “Say it.”

“I’m never leaving,” I cried out, nails raking down his back as the pressure built again.

“Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, Aiden. It’s all yours. Forever.”

He slammed into me harder, growling against my neck. “Damn right.”

Fuck! I couldn’t hold back. Not when he was thrusting like that, pounding this pussy like it owed him money. I came hard, clenching around him so tight he cursed and bit down on my shoulder.

He followed a moment later, shoving deep and staying there, groaning loudly in my ear as he filled me with everything he had. When he finally collapsed on top of me, both of us sticky with sweat and still shaking, I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his temple.

“Worth the two-week wait?” he asked, voice lazy and deep.

“More than worth it,” I whispered. “But if you ever try to go two weeks without fucking me again...”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll tie you down and ride you ‘til your soul leaves your body.”

“Deal. But it wasn’t my fault we had to wait that long, princess. Even so, feel free to tie me down and ride this cock whenever you like. It’s yours.”

We lay together, tangled in the sheets, tangled in each other. Exactly where we were meant to be. Outside forces had tried to prevent this, had tried to keep us apart. They’d failed. You couldn’t stop true love.

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms. All of the hate and negativity were behind us. The future was ahead of us, and it looked bright. Together, we could accomplish anything. We’d fought so damn hard for this happily ever after.

And we would destroy anyone who tried to take it from us.