Beautiful Disaster (The Bet) (23 page)

"Oh..." E
llie breathed out as Nicholas' fingers
grazed at her core. “Need you, Nicky." Ellie softly panted, reaching the point where she
could take no more.

"Are you sure?"

Ellie kissed Nicholas'
nose and gently smiled as lust clouded eyes stared back at her. "Positive."

The fingers disappeared, replaced by the unforgiving blunt tip of Nicholas's veined cock. He entered her with deliberate slowness, filling her inch by inch. The soapy water made it painless and when he was buried to
the
hilt, Ellie w
rapped her arms around his neck. N
estled betw
een the slick tub and Nicholas'
hard body, she finally released her breath.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas a
sked gruffly, his face strained. I
t took all he had not to propel his hips forward. He set his hands on opposite sides of her body and gripped the edge of the tub with herculean strength.

"I'm not going to break Nicky, please move." Just to prove her point she deliberately rolled his hips and groaned as Nicholas
’
cock pulsed in her.

"More…more..."

Succumbing to her pleas, Nicholas drove his hips
forward;
the first thrust jarred
the
breath from bot
h their lungs, the second, sent the
water sloshing to the floor. They fell into rhythm, givin
g and taking, perfectly matched;
symbiotic. Nicholas kissed her, long, hard, deep, his tongue emulating his cock.

Ellie whimpered, nearing, ever nearing that fathomless precipice, begging, praying that Nicholas would shove her over the edge. Nicholas however
,
refused to let her fall just yet as he labored to prolong her release.

"Nicky…Nicky please…" Ellie felt as if she
were
coming apart, every inch of her shattering in a million little pieces.

The overall onslaught became too much for Ellie as she moaned and gasped, needing to come. She screamed and held on to him, her lifeline. She came with shuddering breaths
,
her wall clenched hot and greedy around him.

Nicholas'
release came fast, cleaving through his core like a bullet. He gave one long, deep thrust before coming with a groan, filling her with the essence of himself.

Their breathing reverberated off  the bathroom walls and mindlessly
,
Ellie wondered whether the housekeeper had heard them.

"You're fucking exquisite." Nicholas murmured against her neck, still buried inside her.

Ellie smiled and kissed his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself."

Nicholas watched Ellie sleep, his guilty pleasure number one, while mindlessly twirling his cigarette between his fingers. They had made love twice more after the tub and she'd fallen asleep about an hour
ago, just before dawn. He grinned
as he remembered the way she'd blushed when she’d seen them against the floor length mirror in the master bedroom.

He didn't ever want to leave this place. It'd been bliss being with her, loving her, talking to her, sharing everything that came to mind. He wasn't ready to leave all of this behind and could he keep them here forever, Nicholas would've given his left nut so they could. But he knew tomorrow afternoon they would leave here, leave their secluded paradise to return to the harsh realities of the world and that grated most of all.

Ellie shifted in sleep
,
causing the cream colored duvet to slip further off her hip
. U
nable to fight temptation where she was concerned, Nicholas lowered his head and tenderly pressed his lips to her exposed hipbone.

"You can't begin to imagine how much I love you." He uttered, thumbing at her velvet cheek.

Nicholas stood with every intention of heading to the terrace to grab a smoke but the sudden ring of his cell had him taking a detour. No one except Gabe and Matt knew where they were and the latter knew better than to call him at five in the fucking morning.

Nicholas searched for the elusive cell phone
from where he’d discarded his clothes on
the brocade chair
.
He finally found it beneath his sweater. H
e flipped it around to shut off the ringtone before it awoke Ellie when he paused, his father's number flashed across the screen.

Nicholas frowne
d. W
hat the hell could be so important that would have his father calling him? He hadn’t done anything recently to warrant the call. Although Charles Grayson didn’t really need a reason to call and bitch at his son. Waking up in the morning was enough to sour the old bastard’s mood.

The phone quieted for a scant few minutes before continuing its persistent ring. Nicholas knew his father would not stop until he answered the phone.

Nicholas set the phone to his ear. "Father--"

"Reassure me that your erratic exploits haven’t come to the point where you must rape insipidly na
ïve girls to get my attention, b
ecause I assure
you,
if they have than you have my complete and undivided attention, Nicholas."

Charles Grayson did not sound the least bit pleased.

"He's going to hate me. I don't want to do this anymore. I shouldn't have listened to you." Huddled in the corner of Tony's one bedroom apartment, Maddie brought her knees to her chest and glared up at the pacing figure of her agitated tormentor. She licked her chapped lips, hastily swallowing the acidic fingers of bile clawing at her throat.

This was the first time in a long while
that
she'd been this coherent; the effects of the drugs Tony had plied her with
were wearing off and
Maddie was determined to take full advantage of it. "It was a stupid plan! He's going to see right through it and when he does, he's going to come after you!"

Tony reared his head, raven hair flying. "Me? Don't you mean us? You were there with me when we had your
gran
make the call to his f
ather." H
e fell to his knees and glowered menacingly at Maddie’s tear stai
ned face. "Now you listen to me. Y
ou're going to continue being a good little bitch and go through with this stupid plan."

H
e pressed her face against the white wall and wrapped his fingers around her neck. "Otherwise, I might be forced to play doctor and prematurely remove that bag of cells from your womb while you
r
lovely Gran watches." Maddie clawed at his hand
,
lack of oxygen painted her face a sickly blue. Darkness at the fringes of her vision threatened to pull her under.

"Don't fuck with me little girl. Remember that you came to me for help, so try to act like you’re grateful, Ok?" Maddie’s head jerked awkwardly in affirmation before he released her. 

He loomed
over her, a menacing shadow,
and Maddie wanted nothing more than to melt into the wall. He stooped down to drop a kiss on her head. "The path to victory is never an easy one. Remember that Maddie and you might get far." It was only after she heard Tony leave the room that Maddie allowed the tears to fall, her sobs racking her body as she wept.

It was as though she
were
standing ankle deep in quicksand, slowly being pulled under by the weight of her stupidity. She was alone, scared and resembled a shell of herself. She was now an addict and a whore. She had pushed away the only person who had even remotely given a damn about her and for what? A guy who didn't even know she existed? A guy who she professed to love and yet was readily content to destroy? Just to be left with his enmity? His disgust?

God, she was such a
waste
of space.

She walked to the bathroom on wobbly legs and
closed the door behind her. Stopping short at the image reflected back at her from the small mirror hanging over the sink. She looked like death warmed over. Listless pools of aquamarine rimmed red and swollen stared back at her from a face that could've' given the Grim Reaper a run for his money.

Her ordinarily pale skin appeared sallow, the only color coming from the angry bruises littering the surface of her skin. Her colorless lips appeared chapped, bruised, ugly. Her hair lay oily and limp against her face, unbound from their signature plaits fell pass her drooping shoulders.

Definitely a waste of space. Fucking ugly waste of space.

Walking away from the mirror in disgust, Maddie had never hated herself more. Like a creeping fog, cold and thick, the depression set in and this time, Maddie didn't have the strength or the want to fight it. In the shower, beneath the skin scalding sprays of water, she scratched her skin raw. In her manic actions, she was meticulous, scrubbing to an almost painful degree until she bled.

The blood did not hinder her it
only pushed Maddie to do more. The water stung, within her wounds she created more wounds, fissures created by tiny fingernails, from a hand that trembled. Her actions drove her completely mad. Maddie had little knowledge of the sobs that racked her body.

Later
,
Maddie
was on Tony's bed. S
he hadn't been home in a while
,
so she'd borrowed a shirt. With
the
cordless phone in one hand and the other hand on her belly, she nodded to herself, resolved to do what she planned. Doing the first unselfish thing since she'd gotten with Tony, Maddie dialed a number she'd wanted to call for so long now.

Her gaze on the door, heart beating incessantly loud in her chest, Maddie’s legs shook as she waited for Ellie to answer the phone. Six rings and Maddie was ready to give up, but the "Hello" on the other line caused her to release a breath.

"Can I speak with, Ellie?"

"Ellie isn't home right now. C
an I take a message?" Panic and disappointed tasted like sawdust. What the hell was she going to do now? She couldn't call her Gran; she was far more involved in this than Maddie had ever wanted. It was either her life or Maddie’s and no matter how dire the situation, Maddie wanted her Grandmother alive.

"Hello?"

Her voice shook as she spoke. "Yeah…can you please tell her I called…”

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!"
He yanked the phone
away from her ear and tossed across the room before Maddie could even comprehend the situation.

"Are you fucking stupid?! O
r do just enjoy acting like you’re
mentally disabled?!"He smacked her across the face and Maddie’s ears rung from the blow. She cried out as his fingers knotted through her hair, snapping her head back to meet his angry gaze. "Look at me!"

Another slap and a shove onto the mattress had Maddie ready to empty the contents of her stomach all over herself.  "I told you," The bed dipped, jostling her body as he hopped on the mattress.
He raised
his leg
and
set his foot on her slightly round belly. “I fucking told you not to fuck with me! Do you think this is a game?”

The pressure of his foot weighed down a little more. “If your stupidity has caused me the chance to be with Ellie, I swear to God I will make you rue the day your parents ever thought of having you!" The foot remained for another eternal second before the pressure eased. Maddie didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until this very second.

"Ge
t the fuck up and get dressed. W
e have shit to do."

She'd messed up. Seriously and irrevocably messed up a situation Maddie no longer knew how to pull herself away from---without risking the life of Nicholas's child.

Nicholas was just slightly irritated when he finally arrived home. He killed the engine of his bike and hopped off, making his way to the mansion.

His irritation stemmed mostly from the fact that he’d had to leave Ellie earlier than they’d planned. Their time together had been far too brief for his liking. Had this been another time he would’ve cheerfully told his father to go to hell. But Nicholas wanted to believe he was a changed man and so with Ellie’s advice, he’d come to hear what his father had up his sleeve.

There was always something with Charles Grayson. This time apparently, it was some girl claiming that Nicholas raped her. It was more than likely a ruse, another ploy to bring him to heel. His father was full of those.

Nicholas had never begged or even coerced a lover to his bed since---well never. It'd always been consensual and up until Ellie, Nicholas had obliged them their sordid fantasies w
hile reaping his own pleasure in
the process. It’d always been a win-win situation. This was why Nicholas knew his father’s claim was complete and utter crap.

With determined strides
,
he headed to the back of the mansion where Charles kept his home office. The very first thing Nicholas notice
d
when he entered his father’s office was the cloying stench of superiority. A self-righteous air his father used to intimidate those he believed inferior to him. It weighed heavy in the air, nearly tangible Nicholas could taste it on his tongue.