Page 86 of Obsessed with Her

She shakes her head, laughing, and then comes into my arms. "I was afraid you'd lie to me or try to pretend they're beautiful. That would lower you in my opinion."

The smile dies, and her face becomes serious. I know the reason. She's thinking about JeAnne. How fake she was.

After we left the hospital that day, we needed to take several steps. The first was to meet with Serenity's agent and the board of the New York City Ballet. They already knew what happened. The police had to investigate the place, but we managed to cover up a possible scandal, and all that was reported was that Serenity needed to rest, as she was exhausted from splicing one season into another.

Fans were supportive, and she received many gifts and letters, all checked by a specialized team to see if they could find any clues as to who “they” were, as JeAnne called them.

The former nanny remained silent after her first statement, refusing to talk about who her accomplices were. It's obvious to me that what motivated her to plot against Serenity was money, but I have no idea if that was the only reason.

Neither I, my brothers, nor Odin and Christos can figure out what the ex-partner could gain from hurting Serenity, or whether the man is part of the “them” that JeAnne referredto. We have not found anything that tarnishes his reputation. Apparently, he lives a good life. He is a regular businessman, with an unblemished reputation.

I'm not naïve. I know that the world is shit and that many of those who inhabit the planet are worthless, but even for me, a cynic, to imagine someone plotting such revenge against an orphan is a bit much.

"What are you thinking?" she asks.

"About what you said a moment ago. I've never lied to you, baby, and I don't intend to. I've omitted things, I've hidden things trying to protect you, but I've never lied."

She wraps her legs around me and rests her head on my chest. "I can't understand it, Ares. Why did she do what she did? Who are these people who want to hurt me? I sometimes think I'm dreaming. Or rather, in the middle of a nightmare."

"Did you try to remember what I asked you?"

"About my father's partner? Yes, I tried. I couldn't even connect a face to the name you gave me. Edgar Hazen. I'm sure I've never heard of him."

"Forget about it. I am investigating on several fronts. We're going to find out what the hell these bastards are up to."

"I'm afraid they'll change their minds."

"Are you referring to the management of the New York City Ballet?"

"Yes."

"It won't happen, Serenity. You received critical acclaim after your debut. It was unique. They won't give up on you."

"I'm not going to live in hiding. When we return to the United States, I want to restart rehearsals, my routine. It's like oxygen for my lungs, Ares."

"I would never ask you to give that up. We came to Greece to heal and to protect you until we know for sure what's goingon, but it didn't even occur to me to lock you in a golden cage, Serenity."

"I wouldn't mind if you were the jailer," she says, winking, and I breathe a sigh of relief at seeing her smile. Her mood has been fluctuating since we arrived, but given what's happened, she's taking everything better than I expected.

I start to climb the pool steps with her in my arms, then I set her on her feet and untie her bikini top and bottom.

Serenity doesn't try to hide. She shows herself to me, knowing how horny she makes me when she offers herself to my lust.

I get rid of my swim trunks and lie down on the sun lounger. "Come here." I reach out, and when she approaches, I pull one of her legs over the lounger, with her standing, leaving her pussy at a perfect angle for my mouth.

At the first touch of my tongue on her already wet sex, her legs lose strength, but I don't intend to torture her for long, just get her ready to ride me.

Serenity moans and runs her tongue over her bottom lip, driving me crazy. Every time we fuck, she becomes more demanding, delicious, uninhibited.

I pull her towards me, without allowing her to come, and make her straddle my hips. With both hands under her thighs, I lift her up, only to lower her a second later, little by little, impaling her on my cock.

"Just like that, naughty girl. Get down nice and close. Sink that tight pussy onto me."

She moans as she slides down my hard length and cries out as I thrust inside, penetrating her completely.

I sit up and suck her breasts, my excitement rising to the level of passionate insanity. The connection is intense, feverish, and I fuck her hard, taking her, giving her everything.

Serenity writhes around, provocatively, deliciously.

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