DISCLAIMER: Fifty shades of Grey or its' characters do NOT belong to me. I own the plot and more than a few characters though. I would like to remind you that this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or places is accidental.
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*Information:*
Ana and her friends = 24 years old
Christian = 28 years old
Mia = 22 years old
Elliot = 30 years old
Stephen = 28 years old [I'm casting Stephen Amell as Stephen of my story ;)]
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Chapter - 16:
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Christian was super content with how his life was going at the moment. After telling Ana that he loved her and hearing her say them back was like balm to his soul. Whistling, he entered the penthouse. The lights were all turned off. Christian looked around the living room curiously, only to find someone standing by the large glass floor to ceiling window of the living room. Frowning, Christian stepped closer and recognized his best friend.
"Stephen?!" he called out softly, not wanting to startle the other guy. When Stephen didn't respond, Christian placed his hand on Stephen's shoulder and shook him lightly.
Surprised, Stephen turned around and asked, "Hey, when did you come back? How was the trip?"
"I just returned. The trip was awesome. Now... why are you standing around in the dark?" Christian questioned raising his eyebrow.
"I was just... enjoying the view," Stephen shrugged.
"Don't think that I didn't notice that you've been sulking around the whole week," Christian challenged.
Stephen grimaced. Even though he had promised to take Christian with him, he hadn't told Christian the news yet. "Your... dad gave me some news... last week," he said at last.
"What news?" Christian asked frowning.
"The serial killer that killed my parents... is getting out of jail next week," Stephen stated, blankly.
"What?! How?!" Christian exclaimed.
"He was given 25 years of prison without parole. He served them properly. According to your father, he had been a model prisoner. If his sentence didn't include 'without parole' part, he would've gotten out 10 years ago," Stephen added with a sigh.
"Can't you... try to get him back in prison? I mean... is 25 years enough for ALL of those murders?" Christian questioned.
"I wish it was possible, but one can't be punished twice for the same crime," Stephen informed defeatedly.
"I'm sorry," Christian sympathized.
"Nah! That's okay," Stephen shrugged again.
"Is there anything I can do?" Christian asked.
"I want to be... there when he gets out. I want him to see me, to always remember me. Will you... come with me?" Stephen asked.
"Of course, I will. When is it?"
"Next week's Monday,"
"Then we'll be there," Christian assured.
"Thanks, man," Stephen smiled at his best friend.
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3 days later.
Ana had been running around like a headless chicken since the trip. She was really excited. Her uncle was getting released after long 25 years. Ana felt like her family wasn't complete with Jacob behind the jail, but now that he was getting out, Ana was excited to have her whole family home. She had managed to get a job for Jacob at the funeral home. Carla had rented a studio apartment two blocks from the Steele tower for him and had gotten all the basic items for the kitchen. Ana bought a small couch and a TV for the apartment. Ray didn't want anything to do with Jacob, but the mother-daughter pair blackmailed him into making a double bed for Jacob.
Ana knew that her friends would help her if she had asked, but they won't be comfortable. That's why she didn't ask any of them. She knew no one could understand why she considered a serial killer her family when she wasn't forced to. So, she never bothered to make them understand. She was grateful that even knowing about it, her friends never commented on it, never treated her differently.
Ana and Carla were painting the studio apartment in a lovely calming cream color when Ana's phone rang. Glancing at the caller id, she beamed. "Hey handsome," she greeted.
"Hey beautiful. How have you been?" Christian asked from the other side. He leaned back on his chair, glancing out the window of his office.
"I've been super busy this week, and it will continue to be so," she replied with a wry smile.
"New authors or something?" Christian questioned curiously.
"Um... no actually. It's a family matter. Christian, can I talk to you later, please? I've got to go," she said.
"Yeah sure, but when are we going to see each other next? It's been 3 days since we returned and you didn't even call me," Christian knew how insecure he sounded, but damn! He missed his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry I didn't call you," Ana offered, noticing the frustration in his tone. She didn't want to tell Christian about her uncle on phone. She knew a normal, sane person would not like to be associated with a known serial killer. On top of that, Jacob was really protective of Carla and Ana. She wasn't sure how Jacob would react to Christian either.
"Ana... why do I feel like you're avoiding me?" Christian asked bluntly, scowling hard.
"What?! NO! I swear I'm not avoiding you. It's just a relative of mine is coming home after a long time. So, I've been busy preparing for his return since I returned from the trip," Ana explained.
"Thank god! I thought you were having second thoughts," Christian confessed sheepishly. He sighed in relief and a smile came to his face.
"Second thoughts about what?" Ana frowned.
"About loving me," Christian said softly. Ana could hear the doubt in his tone.
"What?! NO, Christian, nothing like that even came to my mind. I've just been busy. I love you," she said with a guilty smile. She was nervous about Christian's reaction to her uncle being in jail.
"I love you too, Ana. I miss you so much," Christian said relieved.
"How about you sleep over at mine once everything here settles down?" Ana suggested.
"Sounds perfect. See you then,"
"See you soon," with a soft smile, she hung up.
"Did you tell him about Jacob?" Carla asked her daughter.
"No, I didn't. I'm not sure what to tell him. I think... they should meet first before I tell him?" Ana gave her mother a nervous look.
"I think if you explain why Jacob means so much to us, he might understand. It's possible he won't want to meet Jake, but that's okay too," Carla assured her daughter.
"What if he broke up with me?" Ana wondered, scared of the very thought.
"Then you'll be heartbroken and sad. You'll cry so hard that if anyone saw you they would think someone died. After a few days, you'll dust yourself off with grace and move on," Carla stated matter-of-factly. She had raised her daughter to be a strong, independent person. She knew for a fact that her daughter will be alright.
"I love him," Ana pouted.
"If he also loves you, he will endure your uncle. It won't matter how much it bothered him. Trust me. I'm speaking from experience," Carla said wisely. She knew how much Ray disliked that Carla and Ana loved Jacob, but he never told them to stop meeting him. He did grumble, a lot, but he never put a condition on his love.
With a deep exhale, Ana nodded her head. She had seen from childhood. Her father never approved of her meeting her uncle, but other than a displeased frown, he never told her to stop meeting Jacob. Shaking her head, she went back to painting.
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5 days later.
Stephen had woken Christian up so early that day that even the sun was sleeping. They went for a long run with Christian grumbling under his breath the whole time. They returned to Escala when the sun was just rising. After showering and changing, they had breakfast in silence. Stephen was lost in thought and Christian didn't want to bother him with unnecessary chatter.
Taking Christian's Bentley, they headed for the prison. They parked at the prison parking lot and got out. Christian yawned, stretching his arms while Stephen leaned against the car. "Why are we here so early? I don't think anyone even woke up in there," Christian said pointing at the prison.
"I didn't want to risk loosing him," Stephen spared his best friend a side glance.
Shaking his head, Christian pulled out his laptop from the back seat and climbed up the hood of the car. Placing the laptop on his lap, Christian started working. Hours passed by. It was around 11 am when they saw a man approaching the prison's exit. He was tall, had a body like bodybuilders, strong jaws covered in scruff, black hair, and deep blue eyes. One could say he was rather handsome looking for a prisoner. Both Christian and Stephen straightened up at the sight of him. They had been so focused on the man that they didn't notice when a new car entered the parking lot.
They watched Jacob giving a nod to the smiling guard before stepping out of the final door. The man stood there for a moment, looking up at the sky with a thoughtful look on his face. They watched him take a deep breath before exhaling sharply. Stephen took a step towards the man when they heard someone's excited squeal. They watched dumbfounded as suddenly a young girl slammed into Jacob causing him to stumble. She was wearing a red sweater dress with bell sleeves and black high heel ankle boots. Her chestnut color hair was stylishly curled. At first, they thought the girl might have been a victim like Stephen and was attacking Jacob. They both tensed and were ready to defend the girl if necessary. They were surprised and more than a little shocked when they saw an affectionate and indulgent smile blooming on Jacob's face as he wrapped his arms around the girl and gave her a tight hug. Stephen and Christian took a step closer to eavesdrop on them.
"Hey munchkin," they heard Jacob saying.
"OH MY GOD! Uncle I can't believe you're FINALLY out here with me! Oh god! This is the best day!" the girl was vibrating with excitement and squealing as she said this.
Christian frowned titling his head a little. The girl's voice sounded really familiar to him. He couldn't stop his shocked gasp as she turned a little. "Ana?" he breathed out.
"What the fuck?!" Stephen stared in disbelieve.
"Calm down, kiddo. You're making me dizzy," they heard Jacob holding onto her shoulders to stop her from moving.
"Sorry. I'm just so happy. Mom got you a place near me AND I got you a job," Ana beamed with pride.
"Did you now?" Jacob asked raising his eyebrow at his niece, "And what job is this?"
"It's at a..." Ana trailed off as she noticed someone standing close-by from her peripheral view. With a frown, she turned to scold whoever it was and felt her eyes widening. "Christian?" she questioned.
"Hey, Ana?" Christian greeted, equally confused.
"You know him?" Jacob asked protectively placing himself between Ana and the boys.
"Yeah. I know them. This is Christian, the one I told you about, and that's Stephen, his best friend," Ana told her uncle. "Uh... Christian, this is my uncle, Jacob Williams," she said to Christian.
"Uncle?" Stephen gritted out in disgust. Jacob stared at Stephen with a blank look on his face.
"um?" Ana uttered, confused by Stephen's outburst. "What are guys doing here?" she asked Christian.
"We... uh... actually we..." Christian hesitated. He didn't know how to tell her that they had come here for the same man she was.
"I think I killed one of their parents," Jacob stated in a bored tone making Stephen bristle in anger.
"What?" Ana exclaimed, "Didn't you say your parents died in a car accident?" she asked Christian in an accusatory tone.
"Should you be using that tone with him when you're related to a serial killer?" Stephen snarled.
"Stephen!" Christian scolded, "Ana, my parents DID die in car accident. Stephen's parents on the other hand... " he trailed off glancing at his best friend. Stephen looked ready to kill someone.
"Oh!" Ana winced.
An awkward silence fell over them. Christian looked from Stephen's furious expression to Jacob's blank one awkwardly. He could see the Prison guards were keeping an eye on them. Christian hoped Jacob would at least apologize so that Stephen could get some closer, but that didn't seem to be happening.
"Ana, your mom must be waiting for us. Let's go," Jacob said emotionlessly. He acted like Christian and Stephen wasn't even there.
"You're just going to go?! You've nothing to say to me?!" Stephen asked in complete disbelieve.
Jacob glanced at Stephen like he was a piece of furniture in a room and turned to Ana. "Which one is your car?" he asked her.
"T-that one," Ana pointed towards her car before handing him her keys. Taking the keys from her, Jacob headed towards her car, but not before throwing Christian one last look. Once she was sure Jacob was out of hearing range, Ana gave Stephen an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about your parents, Stephen," she said.
Stephen gave her a disgusting look and went back to Christian's car. Christian waited until Stephen was far away before looking at Ana. "What the fuck just happened?" he asked.
"I'll explain everything to you. Will you please come over tonight?" Ana asked in a small voice.
"You're right. We need to talk. See you tonight," Christian said with a sigh before he left.
Ana stood there, watching him go. She felt like he was taking something important off of her. She waited until Christian's car left the parking lot before she returned to her car.
When she got inside, Jacob was waiting for her in the passenger seat. "How much do you love me now?" he asked smirking.
"No one likes a smart-aleck," Ana rolled her eyes.
"Didn't I always tell you both that loving me would be the worst mistake of your lives?" he groused.
"Let's go home," Ana announced in a fake cheerful voice, completely ignoring him.
"Are you even hearing me?" Jacob snapped.
"You want music? Okay," Ana said before turning the music on making Jacob huff. Smiling in victory, Ana started heading towards Jacob's new home. Ana continued to act cheerfully the whole drive and Jacob continued to give her suspicious looks. Parking the car in the parking lot of the building, Ana got out. Jacob followed her, scowling. "We should get you a car. It might take some time though," Ana said calling the elevator.
"The boy you like might dump you, and you're worried about getting me a car?" Jacob asked in disbelieve.
"Uncle Jake, I'm an adult. I'll deal with it. It's not your fault," Ana waved her head, clearly wanting to end this discussion.
"It's NOT my fault?! So, you're saying that this whole matter had NOTHING to do with the fact that I killed your boyfriend's friend's parents?" Jacob challenged, getting more irritated.
"It's not your fault that Christian and Stephen became best friends. It's also not your fault that I had to fall in love with THAT guy who knew one of your victims in a city of 724,745 people," Ana stated dryly, shaking her head. After all, what were the odds!
Jacob sighed before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry that my past is coming to hurt you, kiddo," he said sadly. He had wanted the world for her. He never wanted his past to interrupt her future.
Ana gave him a sad smile and shrugged, "So, your new place is on the fourth floor of this building," she said.
Understanding that she didn't want to talk about Christian anymore, Jacob decided to play along. "Thanks for doing all these. You were saying something about a job earlier?"
"Yeah. There a funeral home nearby. I got you a job there. It takes 15 to 20 minutes on foot," Ana informed. "Mom also got you a cell phone. We didn't know where your old stuff were, so we didn't manage get them back. We DID get you some basics though,"
"I had my things kept in a storage space and paid 30 years of rent in advance. We can go there some time to see if we can get those back or not," Jacob informed just as the door of the elevator opened.
"What if even after payment they sold your stuff?" Ana asked frowning. Her uncle should've let her mom take care of those things for him.
"It won't matter. There was nothing THAT important in them... just some broken memories," Jacob stated before shaking his head.
"Broken memories? Are they the reason you were how you were?" Ana finally asked the question Jacob had been waiting for her to ask all these years.
"You can say the words 'Serial Killer', you know," he teased, "Yeah. They are the reason," he added softly.
"This is the apartment," Ana said pausing in front of one of the doors. "By the way, I want to know the whole thing from your point of view. In fact, I want to write your biography," Ana said, her tone dared him to say 'No'.
Jacob stared at his niece for a moment before he replied, "Okay, I'll do it... if you want," and then knocked on the door of his new home.
"Welcome home, Jake!" Carla shouted excitedly opening the door.
"Hey, Carla," Jacob smiled opening his arms at the woman he considered his family, his younger sister. Carla hugged Jacob, beaming. he didn't know what his life would've been like if Carla hadn't come into his life. "Missed you too, sis," he said softly, hugging her back.
"Come in! Come in!" Pulling on his hand, Carla dragged him inside the studio apartment.
Jacob looked around in amazement. the apartment wasn't that big but it was spacious. It was a open room with a kitchen at one corner and bathroom on the other. The opposite wall that had two large windows. A comfy double bed and a small bedside table was placed on one side of the room which was separated by a thin, but sturdy bookshelf. A good size TV was placed on it. There was a small 'L' shaped couch in front of the TV. The apartment had everything one would need. Jacob was happy how his sister and niece had decorated this place.
"This place is amazing," he breathed out.
"We're really glad you like it," Carla beamed at her brother. Ana linked her arm with her mother's and grinned at Jacob's reaction to the apartment.
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Carrick had instructed the boys to return to the Grey manor after their visit to the prison. So, the Grey family were waiting for them when Christian and Stephen returned. Grace started to ask something when she noticed the looks on both men's faces. Stephen looked murderous, while Christian looked depressed. "W-What happened?" Grace asked worriedly.
"Is everything okay? Did he say something? You didn't punch him... right?" Carrick asked hesitantly.
"Of course, I didn't punch him. Not that I didn't want to," Stephen grumbled.
"Is that why you look so... angry?" Mia asked softly, not wanting to ruffle him more.
"Why don't you ask your brother why I look so angry?" Stephen asked bitterly.
Everyone turned to Christian who had been standing there silently till now. "Uh... turns out… um..." Christian hesitated. He didn't know how he felt about the knowledge he got this morning. He wanted to sort out his own feelings before sharing the news with others, but he didn't think Stephen would stay silent about it. Clearing his throat, he started again, "When Jacob Williams was coming out, we tried to approach him, but someone from his family was there,"
"Ookaay. So, what if his family member was there?" Carrick was confused.
"It's... someone we know," Christian muttered lowering his head.
"We know someone who is related to THE most known serial killer of Seattle?! Who is it?" Elliot asked in disbelieve.
"It's..." Christian hesitated.
"Ana. It's Ana," Stephen completed Christian's sentence causing everyone to gasp in shock.
"Ana? As in our Ana?! Carla's daughter, Ana?!" Grace asked, astonished.
"How many other Ana's do you know, mom?" Elliot asked, confused.
"How can this be possible? From the information I was given, Jacob Williams doesn't have any family. He had been orphaned really early in life. He spent his life passing from foster home to foster home," Carrick shared, frowning.
"She was calling him 'Uncle'," Stephen informed dryly.
"Is there a possibility that Mr. Serial Killer be Ms. Carla or Mr. Steele's brother?" Mia wondered aloud.
"That's not possible either. I had their backgrounds checked when they first came into our lives. Mr. Steele, Ray, has two younger sisters. One lives in New York, and the other one lives in Los Angeles. Carla is the only child of her parents. She lost them young and her aunt raised her. Her aunt never married and gave all of her money and properties to Carla when she died. Carla and Ray divorced 3 months before Ana's birth. They got back together when Ana was born, but never married. Nowhere in their lives was Jacob mentioned," Carrick told them pulling out the mail in his phone that had Steele family's background checks.
"How can that be possible?" Stephen growled.
"Wait... " Carrick said frowning, "In the extra information it's mentioned that both Carla and Ana goes to the prison once every month to visit someone," he added.
"Maybe they volunteer in one of those programs where they bring prisoners with no family some gift or something for Christmas?" Christian said hopefully.
"The way they were greeting each other expressed a deep bonding, and that can't be possible with once a year Christmas visit," Stephen pointed out with a huff.
"Maybe we should just ask Carla or Ana about it to be sure. I'm sure there is a reason behind all these," Grace said wisely.
"I'm going to Ana's tonight. I'll ask her," Christian informed.
"Is that safe?" Stephen asked, panicking. "Don't forget, Jacob Williams used to kill couples," he warned. He really didn't want to lose his friend.
Christian gave him an assuring smile. "From the glare I received from the man earlier, I would say he loves Ana like his daughter or something along the line. So, I'm sure I'll be safe," he said.
"That was not as reassuring as you thought it was," Elliot pointed out, "It just means he won't kill Ana," he added.
"I'll be fine," Christian bit out glaring at his brother.
"How about you text us every half an hour if he's at Ana's to let us know that you're okay. Ana just text once if he's not at Ana's," Mia suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea," Carrick said, smiling at his daughter.
With a sigh, Christian said, "Okay, I'll do it,"
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Ana held it together till she returned to her apartment. She told her friends that Christian was coming over and didn't want to be disturbed. Closing the door of her apartment, Ana leaned against it as the pleased smile slid from her face. She had hidden her real reaction from her mother and uncle. She didn't want to feel bad. IT seemed the fate had twisted sense of humor. How else had she managed to fall in love with one of her uncle's victim's family. She slid down on the floor as tears started rolling down her face. She knew it was no one's fault, but it didn't hurt any less. Ana knew Christian considered Stephen his brother from another mother. So, she knew who he would choose; it would be Stephen.
She should've known. Her life had been too good till now. Something awful was bound to happen. Wiping off her tears, she stood up from there and went up to her loft. She went straight to her shower and turned on the water. The cold water fell on her like rain, soaking her soul along with her clothes. She stood under the water, lost in thought for how long she didn't know herself.
Tyson's insistent barking outside the bathroom door broke her off of her stupor. Ana Finished her shower and got out of the bathroom in a fluffy blue bathrobe. She started drying her hair with a towel when the doorbell rang. Surprised that he actually came, Ana rushed down the stairs and answered the door. "You really came?" was the first thing she said.
Christian had lots of questions he wanted to ask and lots of things he wanted to say, but he blanked out when Ana opened the door in a blue bathrobe. Her hair was still wet, dripping water down her neck. Her face void of any makeup, making her look innocent that Christian's heart clenched painfully.
"Hey love," he greeted cupping her face.
Tenderness of this action caused Ana's breath to hitch and leaning into his touch. Pushing her inside the apartment, Christian closed the door behind him. Ana gasped as Christian's tongue swept across her lips. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing her jawline, as his other hand wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. Ana's hands splayed against his chest before slowly, tentatively, wrapping around his shoulders until they were melting into one another. A few moments later, they parted. Taking her hand, Christian led her to the loft where her bed was. He pushed her back until she was lying on the soft black duvet, his hand moving to her throat to caress a line to the V of her robe. His fingers slipped beneath the warm chenille until he was cupping the soft underside of her breast.
Ana moaned, not sure of where this was going but pretty much beyond caring. Christian's mouth left hers. He kissed across her cheek until his teeth and tongue found her unadorned earlobe and she inhaled sharply, desire pooling in her belly. His free hand tangled in the silky strands of her hair as the other tugged her robe apart before cupping her waist and pulling her further up the bed. Gently, he used his teeth against her throat. Ana began to whimper as he gently pinched and pulled her nipple then nipped and sucked at the area between her shoulder and neck. Unconsciously, Ana began to rub her thighs together, the slow heat rising from the juncture between her legs to throughout her body.
He pulled away from her long enough to slip his sweater over his head and then he was kissing her again, this time harder, deeper. His fingers slid to the back of her head and he ran his hand from her breast to her thigh. He pulled her leg to him until she was so snug against his body that she could feel his erection push at her through his trousers. Ana gasped as her uterus seemed to contract in response. She was on fire and her thighs were becoming almost embarrassingly slick with want. His mouth left her lips to latch onto her breast. He ran his tongue against the delicate pale pink skin before scraping it with his teeth causing her to cry out and buck into his hips. He ground himself against her as he began a gentle suction inter-spaced with more tiny nips and the flicker of his tongue. His hand moved from her hip to her inner thighs, through the copious moisture gathering there, pausing long enough to make a gruff noise of approval against her breast, until he found the underside of her clit. Applying firm, steady pressure, Christian began to rub tiny circles into the nerve cluster, occasionally dipping into her heat for more lubrication. Her eyes rolled back as her entire attention zeroed in on what was happening between her thighs. It felt good, so good, but she needed more.
As though he were reading her mind, his fingers found her center and pushed inside as his thumb continued its slow torture of her clit. She moaned; a low wanton sound that she hardly recognized. He lifted his mouth from her breast to gaze intently at her expression of open want. His hands left her and she protested with a whimper. He made a soothing noise, toeing off his shoes and pulling down his pants and boxer before climbing back on the bed with her. He kissed her again; a long, slow, sensuous kiss that seemed to last forever. He kissed her like they had all the time in the world, like this night, this moment would last for all eternity and he refused to be rushed in his lovemaking. He kissed her until her head swam and she began to tremble. Had she been standing her knees would have failed her until she was a drained and insensible mass of flesh at his feet. He was addictive, intoxicating, and just when she thought she couldn't take anymore he ended the kiss and moved his lips downward. He licked and sucked his way down her throat, between her breasts, down her stomach, then pulled her thighs apart and kissed her center. She started and tried to sit up but he pushed her down with a gentle but firm hand pressed to her abdomen as his tongue flicked out to find the swollen evidence of her arousal nestled above her folds.
She gasped and clutched at the sheets as his tongue swept across her moist flesh, teasing her clit, before he suckled it gently. His hand left her stomach and he gripped her thighs, pulling them further apart as he took his time exploring her. It was erotic torture; this lazy sensual creature between her thighs seemed determined to drive her insane as he performed some arcane tantra of tongue, teeth, and lips. She couldn't breathe, the oxygen left her lungs as he teased her with unhurried swipes of his tongue. His fingers moved up her inner thighs and he gently inserted them inside of her; first one, then two. She gasped at the slight but pleasurable sting of being stretched and he looked up, a wicked smile shining toward her in the form of full, glistening lips. "Ms. Steele, you taste wonderful," he said huskily, trying to get her attention.
"Wha…?" She said dumbly, the passion-fueled fog rendering her brain useless. He glanced down at the apex of her thighs, before he took a long lick of her slit. "Oh, uh—OH!" She was rendered suddenly speechless as he dove between her thighs with renewed vigor, his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers acting in concert to bring her to a babbling boneless mess within seconds.
She thrashed and shuddered, speaking in the unintelligible language of passion as he sucked and nibbled at her heated flesh until her muscles tightened and she began to tremble through her orgasm. He kissed her thighs, the scrape of his beard adding to her pleasure as his cheeks rubbed against the pale sensitive skin. Ana loved that he had shaved that day. He drew the moment out for as long as he could, the fingers of one hand soothing her goose pimpled flesh as the long, thick digits of the other danced and teased against her center. He watched her unravel with hooded eyes and no small measure of smug satisfaction then scooted up the bed to lie beside her. He kissed her again with slow assurance and she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, the combination of his languid seduction and her own pheromones pushing all remaining lucidity from her mind. His hands drew her toward him, pulling her against then over until she was straddling him. She pulled away from his lips and looked between them in mild confusion but he tugged her upward until she was above him, her breasts level with his mouth as he began to nip and suck at them once more. His hand reached down between them and he lined himself up to her entrance before gently easing her down. Through the sharp pang of penetration and her own fogged senses she watched as his eyes shut, his features melting into an expression of ecstasy as velvet encased steel sheathed itself inside warm, wet heat. They both moaned as one as she slid down slowly until he was buried to the hilt. Christian's hands slipped up her body, under her robe, and then over her shoulders so that the material slipped down her arms to pool around them. He gazed intently at her form, now completely un-obscured by the thick robe, and ran both his hands over her outer thighs until he had a firm grip on her ass. He lifted her slightly and encouraged her to move her hips so she was grinding against him in small circles, teaching her through his firm but gentle touch how to set the rhythm of their lovemaking.
Her head fell back as she gasped and moaned with every thrust of his hips, continuing to grind down. His back arched off the bed as he thrust inside her, his hardness hitting a spot deep within her that caused her belly to tighten and spots appear behind her eyelids. As his rhythm deepened, she began to breathe and pant heavily. His fingers found her clit and began to rub against her as she continued to swivel her hips against him and she faltered at the sharp, intensely pleasurable sensation that shot through her body. He made an animalistic growl and then, in a skillful maneuver, he flipped them until he was once again in the dominant position. He grasped her thighs, hitching them over his waist, and roughly began to pound inside of her, slow seduction giving way to raw passion, as they raced toward completion. Every thrust of his hips sent a sweet, almost painful spark of energy through her entire body and all she could think of was the pleasure and sensation of being stretched, filled, and utterly possessed. Christian's mouth found her earlobe; his tongue curled as his teeth bit down and she cried out in pleasure, frantically clinging to him and mildly aware that she was now babbling nonsense. Words of want, need, and lust spilled forth in an almost unintelligible gibberish.
"Please," she moaned. "Please... oh God, Christian... I want—I want…!"
He looked down at her, his gaze dark and penetrating and it was all she could do not to open her mouth and confess every thought, every fantasy, every secret she'd ever had. He found her mouth again, his tongue dueling with hers as he thrust his hips harder, faster, until she couldn't stand up against the intensity of the onslaught of sensations any longer. Ana's mouth left his as she cried out, her back arched off the bed tight as a bowstring. She began to shiver and pulse, a rush of moist heat surrounding him, and heard the sharp intake of breath as he came, his body also shuddering in its release. He leaned heavily against her, his weight offset by propping his elbows on either side of her. He buried his head in her neck, his breath coming in uneven pants as her heart raced so fast it felt as though her entire chest was vibrating. Her legs eased down off his hips and she curled her hands gently against his back, feeling the slick sweat on his skin.
Christian rolled over onto his back pulling her along with him, his hands gently rubbing her arm that was splayed over his chest, her head pillowed in the hollow of his shoulder. She stared at the watermark on her ceiling, her nose catching a faint whiff of the acrid scents of semen, sweat, and musk. Now that lust wasn't fogging their brains, Ana was a little confused. Wasn't he supposed to break up with her? Why did they have sex suddenly? Not that she minded. Ana glanced at him, his eyes closed as his breathing began to calm. She looked down his torso where his hard abs were slick with sweat, then lower to his softening but still engorged cock as it lay wet and glistening against his thigh.
Ana eased out of bed, conscious of the wetness between her thighs as she made her escape when he spoke. "Where are you going?" Christian asked sleepily.
"Bathroom," Ana replied quickly. He hummed in response as she hurried over to her en suite, grabbing a wash cloth from the antique cabinet where she kept her towels and started the shower. She stepped into the warm water, wincing at the sting of her hard worked pussy as she applied soap to the cloth and began to gently wash away the evidence of their lovemaking.
"Hey," Christian said from the bathroom's doorway.
"Hi," she said feebly from the shower stall, holding the wash cloth against her chest in surprise before realizing how ridiculous that was. He had seen her naked dozens of time before.
"Nice shower," he hitched his head toward her walk-in glass enclosed shower. "Do you mind?"
"No, no of course not. There are towels and washcloths in there along with extra robes." she said pointing at the corner.
"Thanks, but I don't think kitten print towels are a good look for me," Christian said, amused.
"You can stay naked if you want to then, I don't mind," Ana blurted out causing Christian to chuckle in response as he hung the bath sheet on a hook then entered the shower. They washed each other clean while touching each other as much as they can.
Ana got out first and left Christian to finish. She pulled on her bathrobe again and stood frozen in the middle of her bedroom. She was confused by his behavior.
"Hey," Christian said coming toward her with a frown, one of her towels wrapped low on his hips, "You okay?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Uhhh, yeah. Why?" She said, turning around in his arm with a deer-in- headlights look on her face.
Christian smiled and gathered her up in his arms. "Shh, it's okay," he said softly, as he rubbed her back gently and tucked her head under his chin. "It's okay to be a little freaked out. I'm a little freaked out myself,"
"Yeah?" She asked as she melted into his skin, still moist and warm from the shower.
"Of course," he rumbled quietly against her, placing a kiss against her hair. "I just learned that you're related to a murderer ... the same one that killed my best friend's parents. I understand why you're nervous about my reaction," Ana stiffened in his arms, her eyes going wide as he looked down at her and chuckled, "It's okay, I've got you, alright?"
"Okay," she said faintly as he led her back to the bed and pulled back the covers.
He walked to the other side and tugged off the towel, letting it fall to the floor as he eased between the sheets and pulled her into his arms. With gentle pressure he urged her to lay her head on his chest as he rubbed her back soothingly. "By the way, I meant to tell you, this is a really nice place. The loft design is nice,"
"Thanks," Ana breathed out, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to figure out just what
"Ana?"
"Yeah?" She breathed, looking up at him.
"Just because we weren't expecting this it doesn't mean I'm angry," he said with a gentle smile. "It's not your fault to be related to a murderer. I understand that. It doesn't matter to me. Stop worrying about it and just relax, okay? We're good."
"Are you sure?" She asked in a wobbly voice. She was finding it hard to believe him. "How can you be 'okay' with this? If you knew the whole story I could've understand, but the thing is... you don't even know the whole thing," She sat up as she exclaimed, frustrated.
"Then tell me. I can see it's been bothering you. Tell me how are you related to Jacob Williams," Christian asked softly, sitting up.
"Uncle Jacob is not biologically my mom's brother," Ana started after taking a deep breathe, "My mom was 28 weeks pregnant with me when she got into some silly argument with dad and divorced him. She moved to Seattle because her aunt was really sick. She started taking care of her aunt as her gestation continued normally. It was on her 38th weeks when her labor pain started. Mom told me that she had returned from the hospital the night before to shower and sleep when it happened. On top pf that her car broke down on the way to the hospital..."
"Ana, wait! How is this related to Jacob Williams?" Christian asked confused why she was telling about the day she was born.
Ana gave him a look that shut him up, and then she continued, "Mom thought she would be able to walk the rest of the way. Why she thought that I don't know. Anyways, she was walking and suffering when a car passed by her and stopped. A man came out of the car. When mom asked for help, he asked her some medical questions and then he helped mom deliver me. He then took us to the hospital," she finished.
"Um... how is this relevant?!" Christian was even more confused.
"One week later mom learned from the news that the man that had helped her was a serial killer and his name was Jacob Williams," Ana finished.
"Wait a minute! THAT man from the car was... Jacob Williams?" Christian asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Mom wanted to replay him for his help. So, she went to the court the day of the hearing. That's where she learned that uncle Jacob had no one. Then, I guess... she adopted him. He hates this so so much. Especially when she started visiting him once a month at the prison. I grew up hearing about uncle Jacob. I never met him but I loved the man that saved my life. When I was 16, mom had some surgery so she couldn't go to meet uncle Jacob. I volunteer. Since that year, mom and I visited uncle Jacob each month," Ana explained.
"Wow!" Christian breathed out. He was speechless.
"Christian, no matter how much you or anyone want... I will never regret considering Jacob Williams my uncle," Ana said boldly, "I know he's a serial killer. He killed a lot of people brutally, but he was never bad to me. I know I have fucked up logic but I love him. He's my family,"
Christian placed a finger against her lips then dipped his head to kiss her cheek. "Ana it's okay. I understand where you're coming from," he said.
"I didn't you to have to choose between Stephen and I," she said apologetically.
He lifted his head and looked her in the eye, "There is no choice to make; you will always come first. Before me, before Stephen, before everyone and anyone. You come first," Christian said sternly.
"Okay. I love you, Christian," she said quietly, entranced by the shifting colors in his eyes.
"I love you too, Ana," he said, giving her a lingering kiss. He pulled away from her and blinked down at her sleepily, "Come on; let's just sleep and we can talk more tomorrow, okay?"
"But…" Ana stopped and licked her lips. She felt like they should talk some more. "See, I just..."
"Tomorrow," Christian told her firmly, kissing her again. "Sleep first, everything else can wait, okay?"
She exhaled the breath she had been holding and nodded. "Okay."
"Turn the light off, Baby," he told her, settling back down into the pillow. She turned away from him long enough to switch off her bedside lamp then snuggled in beside him and closed her eyes. She was sure she wouldn't be able to sleep, but as soon as her eyes closed, she could feel her tension fell away from her body.
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Christian woke up in the middle on the night. He didn't what woke him up, but he knew it was his brain screaming at him. Last night he was listening to his heart and dick, but now that his head was clear, he couldn't stop him thoughts from running through his head. Christian had remembered to text his family that Jacob wasn't in Ana's apartment before going to sleep. He didn't like this situation they were in. He didn't like that his family would worry each time he meets his girlfriend. Stephen was also a fact to consider. If Christian and Ana continued their relationship, there was a large chance Stephen would've to come face to face with Jacob repeatedly. Christian didn't think that was fair to Stephen. On top of that what's the guarantee that Jacob won't try to kill his family. Christian didn't want to be the reason Jacob had access to his family. On the other hand, he really, really loved Ana. Her not telling him about Jacob felt like betrayal to him. He finally understood where she was coming from but there was a bitterness that kept poking him. Shouldn't you tell someone that you personally know a serial killer? But then again, they had been too busy first fighting, and then playing pranks on each other the whole time they have been dating. Even though they loved each other, they still had a lot to learn about each other.
'Will we be able to learn about each other thought?! If we stay together, our families will always be in pain. Are we really that selfish?! Am I?!' Christian rubbed his face in frustration. He really loved the girl sleeping in his arms, but he also didn't want to hurt Stephen. Then, Christian recalled a quote of Honore De Balzac. "Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than your own." Christian took a deep breath. His decision was made.
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A/N: So? Was two weeks of wait worth it? I'm so nervous about your reactions. But you know what? This needs to happen for the sake of the story. And it's JUST a story NOT real life, in case someone mistook it... again.