My Childhood Bully is a Mafia Boss-Chapter 28

Aidan

Ivy’s blue eyes widened as she felt my hand moving down from her shoulders to her belly. She was just soaking in the pleasure of my touch, her soft skin reacting to it, making her shiver and gasp. "W-What are you doing?" She stammered.

I grinned, my voice thick with lust and desire as I leaned closer to her ear. "Helping you relax," I whispered back, then I moved to nibble on her neck gently.

My fingers continued their journey, tracing a path along the line of her stomach towards her naval, causing her to suck in a sharp breath at the unexpected sensation.

The smell of lavender soap filled the air around us - it was both comforting and arousing at the same time.

My gaze was fixed on Ivy’s body, taking in every inch I could see through the steamy haze around us. I grazed her earlobe lightly with my teeth as one of my hands found its way between her legs and started rubbing softly at first. Then, slowly, I began massaging her between her thighs.

"Ahh..." she moaned, her hips bucking against my hand.

Ivy’s hands found their way to my hair, gripping onto it tightly as I continued to pleasure her. Her body was responding eagerly, her breath coming out in short gasps and her moans growing louder. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, driving me wild with desire.

My other hand traveled up to cup one of her breasts, kneading it gently as I focused on bringing her pleasure. The mix of sensations from both hands had Ivy writhing against me, pressing closer as she chased that elusive release.

"Please..." she begged, her voice filled with need and desperation.

I couldn’t deny her any longer. With one final squeeze of her breast and a flick of my thumb over her hardened nipple, I moved my hand down to where she needed me most. Without hesitation, I slipped two fingers inside of her, earning a low cry from Ivy as I began to move them in and out at a steady pace.

Her walls clenched around my fingers as she reached the peak of ecstasy.

Her body shook with pleasure as she moaned softly. I nuzzled my face into her neck, taking in deep breaths of her sweet smell, which made me want more than just this momentary connection we shared. I wanted all of Ivy – forever if possible. Never had anyone affected me like this before...She was addictive.

"This wasn’t what I agreed to," she murmured.

I chuckled against her neck and picked up the showerhead. "You should know better than to trust me," I said as I continued to wash her hair.

"You confuse me," she said, her voice still shaky from her release.

"I...I confuse myself," I admitted, running my fingers through her thick, soapy hair and then washing it with the showerhead.

"What were you going to tell me earlier?" she asked suddenly, leaning into my touch. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Hmm?" I asked absentmindedly.

"What you never finished saying before we got... distracted," she said, blushing a deep shade of crimson.

"You mean this?" I asked, putting my hands between her legs again.

"Aidan Blackwood," she scolded, splashing water at me playfully. "I meant what you were about to say when you came in here."

"Oh, that," I feigned innocence, "Right, I was going to tell you that your father no longer owes me any money."

Her eyes widened, "Really? But how?"

"I decided to forget about it. I am not interested in fighting him anyway," I said dismissively.

A flicker of hope crossed her face. "So you’ll let me go then?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction at her desperate plea, but I quickly pushed it aside. "No," I stated firmly, meeting her eyes with determination. "You are still mine, and you will continue to live here with me."

My words hung heavily in the air, revealing the possessive nature of our arrangement.

"But that’s not fair! This whole thing started because of his debt, right? So if you don’t care about that, why keep me here?" she groaned in frustration.

"Ivy, don’t you get it? Yes, it started because of the debt, but now, I don’t care about that at all. I just want you now," I said.

"You want to control me and use me," she corrected me.

"Right," I nodded in agreement.

Ivy took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Whatever. You will get bored of me eventually."

"You underestimate your charms, Ivy," I retorted.

"You are an idiot, Aidan," she scoffed. "And you don’t deserve me."

"We’ll see about that, won’t we?" I smirked before turning the shower off and grabbing a towel for her. "Let’s get you dried up and dressed," I said.

She glared at me but reluctantly took the towel and stepped out of the bathtub.

I couldn’t help but marvel at her naked form, soapy water still clinging to her skin, accentuating every curve on her body. Her blue eyes were filled with defiance and anger, yet I couldn’t deny that I found it incredibly sexy on her.

Molly informed me that the dinner was ready, so I waited until Ivy finished getting ready before leading her toward the dining room.

The dining room table was set for two, and a simple yet elegant meal was laid out before us.

"Sit," I instructed, pulling out her chair for her.

"Thank you," she said stiffly as she sat down.

I sat across from her and poured us both a glass of red wine. "To new beginnings," I toasted, raising my glass.

"To being stuck with an idiot," she replied before sipping her drink.

I chuckled and clinked my glass against hers. My sassy girl was back.

Her face suddenly turned serious. "Aidan, can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"What happened to Ellie? Molly mentioned that she was...missing?" she asked.

I sipped my drink, a heavy feeling settling on my chest at the mention of my sister’s name. "She was kidnapped."

Ivy’s eyes turned wide. "By who?"

"One of my enemies, Slava Morozov. He leads the Russian Mafia and had it out for me for years. He took Ellie two years ago," I said bitterly.

Ivy gasped. "TWO YEARS!?"

"Yes, but I won’t rest until I find her. He is a slippery bastard and sent her somewhere, but I will find him. I am getting close," I vowed.

"I’m so sorry, Aidan. Ellie didn’t deserve that. I don’t remember her much, but I remembered she was nice to me the few times we met," Ivy said.

"Yeah...she was. She was the only one who ever cared about me," I said darkly.

"I cared about you back then too, Aidan," Ivy said quietly.

I looked up at her, my eyes holding hers. "I know, and I am sorry I was a jerk back then."

"You are an even bigger jerk now," she said, her tone almost light.

"And yet, you are so attracted to me," I smirked.

"You are delusional," she snapped.

I looked at her. She had changed so much since high school, but one thing remained the same—her kind heart. That heart would be her downfall in this cold world, a world that I was a part of now. I vowed to protect her from everything, even if it meant keeping her here with me forever.

I didn’t know whether it was love or an obsession.

"Hey, Ivy," I said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

"What now, Aidan?" Ivy replied, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a small smile.

"Just thinking about how you used to have a crush on me in high school," I teased, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

Ivy scoffed. "Please, don’t flatter yourself. I wouldn’t have gone near you with a ten-foot pole back then."

"Ouch, harsh words, Princess," I chuckled, leaning back against the chair. "But I remember reading your diary and..."

"Do...not...talk about my diary!" she squealed.

"Ah, but your diary was such an entertaining read," I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

Ivy’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she shot me a glare. "You had no right to read that, Aidan. It was private! You made me cry, remember?"

I held up my hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, guilty as charged. But in my defense, it was a good thing I read it because that was the start of our beautiful friendship."

She shook her head, a mix of frustration and amusement evident in her expression. "A beautiful friendship? Is that how you remember it?"

"Well, in between the arguments and insults, there were some good moments."

"I guess so," she reluctantly agreed.

"Remember that time we snuck into the school pool after hours?" I asked, a mischievous grin forming on my face.

Ivy blushed even more, and I knew that she remembered it too. "How could I forget? You almost got us expelled."

"But it was worth it, though, wasn’t it?"

She hesitated before nodding. "Fine, it was fun. But only a little bit."

"Hmm...if I remember correctly. It was more than just a little bit of fin. That was the night I taught you how to..."

Ivy stood up abruptly, nearly dropping the chair behind her. "Don’t...don’t talk about that!" she squealed.

I burst out laughing as she raced away, her cheeks as red as a tomato. "You are welcome for that, by the way!" I called after her retreating back, grinning from ear to ear as I knew my comment would piss her off.

I closed my eyes and thought about that night at the pool. Those memories, no matter how few and far between, were something I treasured.

They reminded me of a time when our main concerns were homework and prom, not drug lords or kidnappings. It was a simpler time, and for a brief moment, I longed for it back.