Inner Beast: An Enemies to Lovers Romance Page 11

  “Fuck.” Marcus says throwing his head back into the mattress. “Not yet.” He says.

  Marcus lifts me off of him depositing me on the bed. I groan in agony.

  “On your hands and knees baby.” He says.

  I do as he says because I was so close and need him to finish me off.

  Marcus goes behind me on his knees, I can feel him lining up with my opening again.

  “Its going to be hard and fast just like you wanted it. If at anytime it's too much just shout for me to stop,” He says.

  I look around my shoulder and nod to him then turn back in front of me.

  Marcus slams into me in that moment and I scream out. “Oh god.”

  I feel Marcus slide back out and then slam into me harder again. His hands are holding onto my hips and with each thrust he pulls me into him. He doesn’t let up at the pace quickens and my impeding orgasm kicks up. The pressure returns, the tingles are at an all time high, I start groaning with each thrust I need to move I need to stretch the pressure is in every cell. Thrust, slide, thrust, thrust thrust. My orgasm takes over my body but Marcus keeps going. He fucks my orgasm and its beyond anything I’ve ever felt, the position the movements. My orgasm rides, and I can feel it lasting longer than any orgasm has in the history of time. I feel my body shivering and Marcus must tell that I'm about to collapse and he starts rotating his hips and shotguns his movements, moving harder and faster which I didn’t think was possible. I feel a jerking inside followed by warmth and wetness. Just as I'm about to collapse into the bed Marcus pulls out of me and catches my body.

  He picks me up and takes me into my bathroom where he sits me at the side of the tub. Turning on the faucet and then placing me into the bathtub.

  He grabs a wash cloth and some soap and as the bath fills around me he washes me. It’s erotic and romantic. I look at him in his contempt beauty. He continues to shock and amaze me.

  “Are you ok?” He finally says.

  I smile at him and close my eyes leaning my head back on the tub.

  “It was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.” I say to him.

  I open my eyes and look back to him. A small smile on his face as he continues washing my body and taking care of me.

  “Thank-you.” I say to him.

  “You don’t need to thank me Ali, I told you I would help you if you let me.” He says.

  “I know.” I say to him. “A fuck like that deserves recognition.” I say smiling back to him.

  Marcus turns off the bath water and stands up.

  “Your welcome.” He says. “Where do you keep your towels?” He asks me

  “There is a cupboard by the bathroom door.” I say to him.

  Marcus walks over to the cupboard and grabs a towel, placing it beside the bathtub for me.

  “I’m going to make us some food.” He says. “Take your time and come out when you're done.”

  I giggle. “Making yourself at home are you? What if I tell you I have no food in this house?”

  “Then I’ll order something.” He says instantly as he turns and walks out of the bathroom.

  He leaves the room and everything becomes quiet. I try not to think. I try not to let any of my problems creep back in. I grab the shampoo bottle and start washing my hair. Dip into the tub and rinse. Grab the conditioner and start massaging my scalp, dip into the water and it hits me. Everything comes back. Everything I’ve been pushing out is back.

  I hop out of the bath and grab the towel drying myself off and towel drying my hair. I walk over the place it on a hook and then look into the mirror. My body has filled out a little since Marcus has come into my life. I can tell all the meals he has fed me have stuck to my bones. I remain small and lean but more filled in and not so boney.

  I turn to walk into the room and get something to put on when I see Marcus standing in the bathroom door. Leaning against the doorframe. Arms crossed and only wearing his boxers.

  “Admiring the view?” He asks.

  “It was better without the boxers.” I slick back.

  “I was talking about you, staring at your naked self in the mirror.” He says to me.

  I can feel my cheeks warming up. I walk towards him and stand really close to him.

  “Actually yes, I was admiring the view.” I say to him.

  “You were right by the way,” He says to me. I look him in the eyes. “There is no food in this house. I’ve ordered some food but it will be another thirty minutes or so before it gets here.” He says.

  “oh yah?” I say rubbing my hand along his boxers. “That’s a shame, what will be ever do while we wait.”

  Marcus smiles a big smile. “Your insatiable.” He says.

  “Is that a problem?” I say to him.

  Marcus leans down and scoops me into his arms. “It’s my mission tonight to fuck that out of you.” He says. My body instantly shivers and goosebumps line my entire body. Marcus leans in and smashes his lips into mine, then he takes me back to my bed and fucks me until the food arrives. Afterwards we take an intermission. Marcus said the delivery guy was beyond himself when he answered the door in his boxers. After we ate he fucked more and Marcus made good on his promise, after multiple orgasms and several different positions that should be illegal I was all fucked out. I tapped out and fell asleep in his arms instantly. Not thinking about anything all evening except me and Marcus, about how my body felt and that night I slept better than I had in years.

  The next morning I wake up and Marcus isn’t there. The bed is empty and cold beside me but there is a note. He always likes to leave notes.

  I’m taking you to a Gala tonight. There will be a delivery to your place at 4pm.

  Can’t wait to see that sexy ass.

  Marc.

  Chapter 19

  Alexis, Present Day.

  I’m nervous. A complete bundle of nerves. After I woke up and saw the note from Marcus it was all I could think about throughout the day. I went to work, talked to clients. Went to a few of the finished sites and gave the final all clear on the projects. Business is booming and I could keep busy with it twenty-four-seven if I wanted. I kept checking the clock, watching the time slowly tick by until I could go home and wait for my mystery delivery. When it was finally time I rushed home and paced around the condo. Shortly before four I got a call from he front desk that I had a delivery and then I literally opened the door in anticipation and waited. The delivery guy walking down the hallway was holding several white and black boxes. I counted them as he walked closer and closer. One, two, three, four., all in various sizes. I can feel my face hurting from the huge smile I cannot suppress on my face.

  “Are you Ms. Jenkins?” The kind young twenty something boy says to me. I know I’m not much older than him but he still seems to have that innocent boyish charm to him.

  “Yup, that’s me.” I say to him.

  “OK, good.” He says. As he sets the boxes down at my door. “I just need you to sign this paper and these are all yours.”

  I sign the piece of paper he hands me.

  “Do you need any help carrying these in?” He asks.

  “Nope, I should be fine. Thank you.” I say to him.

  He smiles at me, nods then turns and leaved back down the hallway. I feel super giddy so I quickly pick up the boxes carrying them into the kitchen and setting them down on the counter. I make quick work at opening up the boxes. The first box has a pair of sandals, black simple with a moderate heel. I approve. The next box is a little bit bigger I open it up and see an exquisite necklace, bracelet and the matching earrings to the set. My mouth literally drops open and I almost drop the jewelry box. I cannot believe it. I hope it's a rental because they look expensive, too expensive.

  The next box was bigger. I quickly got to un-packaging it understanding the trend in which the boxes were taking. I opened the box to find a long red sparkling gown. I take it completely out of the box and hold it up against me. I don’t underst
and how he understood my shoe size or dress size. He must have checked some of my tags or shoes before he left it’s the only explanation I could think of.

  That leaves the final box and an all new level of confusion. Dress, shoes, jewelry, it doesn’t make sense what else there could be. The last box is the biggest. So I quickly open the last box. I immediately smile. In the box is 3 silk robes in all different colours. The one that I’ve always answered the door in is navy blue. There is red, black and and a lacy almost see through white one. In the box on top of the robes is a note. I pick it up.

  Since these seem to be the only thing you open the door in.

  I thought it would be nice to have more options.

  Dress up, I’m picking you up at 7.

  Marcus.

  I’m overjoyed and do exactly what the note says. I strip out of all my clothes and throw on the black robe to get ready in. They’re so soft. I walk into my bathroom and start working on my hair and my makeup. I lather my body in shimmer lotion that smells like vanilla and apples.

  I walk back out into the kitchen and notice that its almost seven. So I grab the jewelry and put it on. Then I put on the black pump sandals. The only thing left is the dress and I hold off. To keep tradition I want to open the door in the robe. I go to the fridge and pour myself a glass of wine and when the doorbell finally goes off I have a slight buzz and a feeling of mischievousness to me. I walk over to the door and open it. My air from my lungs leaves me entirely, I feel like its been knocked out and I can’t seem to get it back. I have seen Marcus in a tux before, it was at Sams wedding but he didn’t look this good. He looks really good. All I want to do is strip him out of his tux.

  “You might be the best package I’ve received today. Do I need to sign anything before I unwrap you and find the good stuff inside?” I say teasingly. Marcus stands in front of me with his eyes blown. I can tell I’m having a similar effect of him. I raise my hand and trail my finger along the opening of my robe. Slowly lowering my fingers towards my chest, opening the gap more and more to expose some cleavage.

  “You need to stop that.” Marcus groans. “Or I’ll ruin all your hard work and we will be later than we already are.” He says.

  I drop my hand. “We’re going to be late?” I ask. I turn and walk back into the kitchen stripping off my robe and taking the dress off the counter to put it on. Marcus walks in behind me and see’s what I’m doing.

  “Jesus Christ Ali, are you not going to wear any underwear or a bra tonight under that dress?” He says.

  “Have you seen this dress?” I turn and say to him hiking it up and throwing my arms through the halter style straps. “If I wear anything under it there will be lines.”

  “You really are killing me.” He says. “I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about how you're not wearing any underwear now.”

  “That should make things interesting then for when you bring me home.” I say smirking at him like he has done to me so many times before. I turn and grab my clutch off the counter. “OK, I’m ready. Let's go to wherever we are going. Whats the gala for?” I ask him.

  Marcus takes my hand and leads me back out of the condo and into the hallway. “It’s an event sponsors for the sports team. It’s to raise money for schools who have none for sports and give kids a shot at a future they may not have had before.” He says to me. My heart aches, it’s such a good charity. When we get outside and I see the large stretch limo on the sidewalk I almost pinch myself. Things are almost too good to be true. Marcus walks up to the limo and opens the door for me, I smile and climb in. Marcus climbs in behind me and closes the door, then hits a buzzer and tells the driver that we're ready to go. The partition is up and we're completely alone. I turn to Marcus and say, “I’ve never had sex in a limo before.” Marcus groans again.

  “Fuck it.” He says and I find myself beaming.

  “Lie down on the bench seat across from us and hike up your dress.” He demands.

  I work quickly doing exactly what he asked me to do. The cool feeling of the leather touches my buttocks and my back it makes me squeal. I wait for Marcus to unzip his hands but he doesn’t instead be bends down in front of me, widening my legs out.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him.

  “Tasting you.” He says to me. He then dips his head down and clamps down immediately on my bud flicking it with experience over and over. I buck my back off of the bed and groan.

  “Marcus.” I say.

  Marcus releases his mouth and looks up to me. “Yes. Baby.”

  “That feels amazing.” I say.

  Marcus dips his head back down but this time he clamps down on my clit and starts sucking the delicate bud with such force. The orgasm immediately starts building, “MAARCUSS.” I pant, “Oh, fuck.”

  He continues sucking, and starts flicking his tongue. I can’t help it I start grinding myself on his face. Then I feel Marcus insert his finger inside me. “Marcus, fuck I need you inside me.”

  He inserts another finger inside me, pumping his hand and curving his fingers inside finding the sweet spot. Sucking, flicking, pumping. Its all to much. I scream aloud as I climax on his face, the whole time he laps it up sucking me clean. I look down at him as he pulls his face from my swollen vagina.

  “Holy fuck Marcus. You are really good at that.” I tell him. Marcus sits back up in his chair opening up a compartment and taking out some napkins. Wiping his face and then leaning down and wiping me clean.

  “If I new you tasted that good I would have done that a lot sooner.” He says to me.

  I smile to myseld.

  “You have do that all you want.” I tell him.

  I sit up and pull my dress back down fixing myself up when the driver comes over the intercom and says we have arrived at our destination.

  “Do I look like I just orgasmed in the back of a limo?” I ask him.

  “You look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He says.

  This is the moment I think to myself. This is the moment where there is no going back. My heart has leapt and I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in a long time. As much as I’m scared I’m also a little bit excited…. And nauseous.

  Marcus climbs out of the limo and then gives me his hand to help me out. When I see the large hotel in front of me I smile to him. We walk in with me on his arm. He stops and says high to most people, introducing me to his teammates and their wives. We continue walking and mingling and then go find out seats.

  The lights dine and people start clapping, the whole room then erupts with laughter and howls. I look to the stage and that’s the moment where the nausea creeps back. My chest starts squeezing, my arms tingle. I’m having another panic attack except I can’t hop in a shower or run into the rain. I’m in a room with hundreds of people, I’m stuck.

  “Are you ok?” Marcus asks me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  “Welcome ladies and gentlemen, and football players.” Carter says. The room laughs.

  “We are here today for a noble cause, there has been a lot of things donated by the players today that are up for auction. All proceeds are going towards the High School Sports Fund. A charity many people in this room have a fondness for, including myself.” Carter paces back and forth along the stage making eye contact with several of the people in the audience. I crouch down farther in my seat and turn to Marcus.

  “Yup I’m fine.” I say to him.

  Carter continues talking on the stage. “Dinner will be served as the evening goes. Each seat is assigned a paddle. If at anytime you want to bid for something on auction you lift the paddle, at the end there will be someone coming around to collect for the things you have won. So everyone lets have fun and spend some money.”

  Everyone starts clapping and cattle calling. I just sit there frozen, afraid to move and for him to notice me. Ironically just as I’m thinking that we lock eyes. Carter stops everything and just stares at me and I can’t break it,
I can’t look away. He brings the mic back up to his mouth and I pray to anything, anyone that he doesn’t publicly say anything to me.

  “First up for auction. Donated by Marcus Maxwell is a seven day all expenses paid trip for two to his villa in Greece. Where you can lounge in the pool and stare out into the ocean.” Carter is still staring at me and I feel like others are looking too. They may just think he is looking at Marcus though. I can tell Marcus knows something is up though. I finally break eye contact and look at Marcus.

  His brows are still scrunched and he looks slightly angry. He looks back to Carter, analyzing him then looks back to me. “Do you know him?” He asks me.

  “I used to.” I tell him. I turn back to the table and lift up the champagne glass taking a large gulp. “So you own a place in Greece? That seems really romantic.”

  “Yah, I’ll take you sometime.” He says. The mood has shifted and I wish I knew what he was thinking but I don’t want to talk about Carter. I don’t even want to look at him.

  I hear him shouting out numbers, which I assume means that people are bidding.

  “SOLD.” He shouts. His voice carries through me.

  Marcus turns towards me. “Carter is my sports lawyer, how do you know him?” He asks.

  That explains it. I start wondering why he never went pro like he wanted with his hockey career. Wondering how he ended up here, doing this. “He works for my parents.” I tell Marcus.

  “Oh, that makes sense actually.” He says leaning back into his chair. He seems more relaxed now which makes me feel guilty. I didn’t tell him everything, I didn’t even know that he worked with my parents until they told me. I feel like I just told a dirty lie but at that same time Marcus and I are not dating. A talk about exes seems like a bit much.

  The next things goes up for auction and then another. Marcus bids on a few things and wins a trip to Barbados and a new golf club set. I don’t lift my paddle. This whole thing is far out of my league. The food starts coming around and my stomach churns both from the hunger and from the stress.

  I overhear Carter announce that there will be a brief intermission, I look up and notice him walk off the stage. It almost unsettles me more knowing he is here but not knowing his exact where abouts. I notice him emerge from a side door and start walking around stopping at each table and mingling with the guests.