Chapter 133: Dad Has Been Arrested

IVY

"He’s not our blood brother. He was an orphan on the streets, and our parents took him in, and ever since that day he was our brother and will always be. I don’t know what happened when he was on the streets, G won’t ever tell us, but..." Roman explained, nuzzling my face.

"I guess he always felt like he had to prove something. Like he had to earn his place in the family and had to be perfect to deserve us."

"He worked himself to the bone," Kai sighed.

"Gave up his childhood, everything, all so he could keep the company afloat and raise us right. Talking him out of it is like talking to a wall, so we try to create less issues for him to handle. Unlike us spoiled brats, he can’t just drop everything on a whim and go on a vacation."

I sat there, stunned, the ocean breeze cool on my skin.

Gideon was adopted. I would never have guessed in a million years. Was that why he visited the orphanage? How much did he suffer on the streets?

It must have been terrifying. His rules at the club replayed in my head. Was that why he didn’t want anyone touching him without permission?

"But you don’t call him your adopted brother?"

Kai snorted, hopping up onto the balcony railing like a cat. "God, no. If we called him that, he would probably give us that look."

"What look?"

"The one that says ’I will disown you and you’ll never see a penny of the inheritance.’" Kai grinned. "We just call him our brother. Because he is. Blood doesn’t mean shit."

Gideon just always looked like a Knight. This was a shock. The rest of the day was a blur.

Kai dragged me through the villa like an excited puppy, showing me every hidden corner and secret passage. There was a wine cellar, a gym, a spa room with a massage table, and a jacuzzi!

We swam in the infinity pool, the water warm and silky against my skin. Kai tried to dunk me; Roman rescued me. Kai tried again; Roman rescued me again. By the third time, I splashed the jerk in the face.

"Traitor!" Kai sputtered, wiping water from his eyes.

"You started it," I shrieked, trying to swim away from him when he began chasing.

We had lunch on the deck, fresh seafood and some fruit, prepared by a private chef. Then the jet lag hit and I had no idea when I hit the sack.

I woke to something hot and wet between my legs. My eyes flew open, but the room was still dark, just the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I was so disoriented, my brain was scrambling to catch up.

Then Roman’s tongue slid through my folds, and I gasped, eyes widening.

"Ro!"

He hummed against me, sending sparks up my spine. His hands were on my thighs, spreading me open, and his mouth was everywhere, licking, sucking, exploring my cunt.

"What...what time is it?" I managed.

He pulled back just enough to speak. "It’s early, Vivi. Go back to sleep."

"How am I supposed to sleep when you’re...oh god..."

He had found my clit, and he was flicking it with his tongue. My hips bucked, and he pressed down with one hand, holding me in place.

"Just relax," he murmured. "Let me take care of you. I’m just having... an early morning snack."

For the next hour, or maybe it was longer, time had lost all meaning, and I lost all of my senses as Roman worshipped me.

God.

He kissed every inch of my body, from my ankles to my inner thighs, leaving marks and murmuring praise against my skin. He spent what felt like forever on my breasts, sucking and teasing until I was arching off the bed, begging for more.

"You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm against my stomach while another orgasm wracked through me.

"Roman, please,"

"Please what?"

"Please...I need..."

"You need what, sweetheart?"

He was teasing me, drawing it out, and I loved every second of it. By the time he finally slid two fingers inside me, I was trembling, my whole body strung tight as a bow.

"Cum for me," he said, his mouth returning to my clit. "Let go, sweet Vivi. I’ve got you."

I wailed as I came hard. Roman kept going, until I was sobbing with pleasure and my legs were shaking.

When I finally came down, he crawled up my body and kissed me, slow and deep. I could taste myself on his lips.

"Good morning," he murmured.

"Good morning," I breathed.

He slid inside me in one slow thrust, his cock filling and stretching my cunt. I gasped, still sensitive from my orgasm. He was thick and warm, stretching me perfectly, and he paused when he was fully buried, balls deep, his forehead resting against mine.

"Okay?" he asked.

"More than okay."

He rolled his hips, thrusting slowly, and he kept his eyes on mine the whole time, watching my face like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

"You feel like heaven," he whispered. "Like you were made for me."

"Roman,"

"Say my name again, Vivi," He rasped, burying his face in my neck. "I love the way you say it."

"Roman..."

He shuddered, pulling back to kiss me again, groaning into my mouth as he spilled inside me.

We lay there afterward, tangled together, breathing hard before he picked me up.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,"

Two hours later and a very scrumptious breakfast later, Roman, Kai and I were in the back seat of a black Ferrari, cruising down the roads of Maldives, singing at the top of our voices.

We went exploring. The island was small but beautiful, with white sand beaches and a little village with markets and cafes. Kai bought me a shell bracelet, Roman got me a hat and just when I thought I could settle in and just enjoy this one week of vacation before going back to my old life and figuring out what to do.

My old life caught up with me. Jake called my phone. I didn’t want to pick the call but after the third call, I just had to.

Excusing myself from Roman and Kai who were playing rock paper scissors to decide if we should go to a club or not, I swiped to receive the call.

"Oh, finally!" My stepbrother yelled, causing me to wince. "Where the hell are you? Dad has been arrested!"