After Ike had left you, a boneless mess lying over your couch that night, Alastair was never seen again. He had filled his purpose, and you no longer had use for him, yet you opted to keep that information amongst the two of you only.
Ike, on the other hand was completely consumed by his obsession with you. Try as hard as he might to resist, Ike found himself buried deep inside you frequently when in fits of rage these days. And boy, were you enjoying pushing his buttons to make him snap each time. The sex was always rough and rushed, with Ike each time insisting it would never happen again, only for him to practically maul you whenever his lust got the better of him. It mostly took place within his office during a heated meeting, a few times late at night in your suite when the thought of you drove him insane enough to seek you out, and inside storage rooms whenever a man showed interest in you during an event at the hotel. Plain and simple, Ike Evans was addicted to you and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get out of his system. You never knew the full extent of it until the last lunch date with Vera.
"I know we haven't been friends for long, yet I feel as if I can confide in you", Vera remarked out of the blue. Eyebrow shooting up in interest, you silently tilt your head to the side as she nervously continues. "Not a lot of people know, but Ike and I were trying for a baby not too long ago-"
You would be lying in saying you weren't a bit peeved at the information yet do your best to seem neutral in reaction to it. "Even went to someone to do some sort of ritual", she confesses. "It didn't work though-", her gaze drops in disappointment, "I even offered to raise Mercy's baby as my own."
"She's pregnant...?", you react in genuine surprise. "How were you going to pull that off though?"
Taking a quick look around, Vera moves in closer, "the father is, Danny", she softly whispers and your eyes shoot wide in response, almost choking on your own saliva.
"That would make it easier to pass as Ike's...", you softly cough out, rapidly blinking your moist eyes while attempting to recompose yourself.
"It would have", Vera nods dejectedly, "she lost the baby though."
"Oh, Vera- I'm so sorry-", you forge false sympathy. "Perhaps it's a sign that you should rather continue trying the natural way- I'm sure when the time is right, it will happen..."
"I won't'-", she tearfully responds and your interest piqued.
"How so?", you ask in pretend concern.
"I went to the doctor and was told I'm tilted-", Vera whimpers softly.
Being the fake bitch that you were, you offer her your support as she silently sobbed while along triumphantly cheering in silence. Even more so when Vera divulged that Ike hadn't touched her for quite some time now. Parting ways after lunch, a broad smile plastered your face once out of Vera's vicinity. If Ike wanted to become a father again, you would gladly make that happen, especially now knowing that you were the only one he was sleeping with at the moment.
Concentrating on work these days had become near impossible for Ike, thoughts of you plagued him constantly. If he wasn't having the urge to strangler then it was to fuck you, there was no middle ground between, and it was driving Ike utterly insane. Thing was, you were never this way before the truth of your identity came out, Ike could never understand how the quiet, hardworking secretary he once knew could turn into such a viciously overbearing bitch overnight. No one knew, but Ike had taken notice of you from day one of your arrival. You weren't as flashy or openly opinionated then yet something about you always stood out for Ike. Even with how plain you used to dress, you were a very attractive woman it was clear for all to see, and Ike definitely noticed. Although with the attraction there, he still remained faithful to his wife, that was until you did a total turn-about by revealing your true identity and storming your way into his life and business.
He had to find a way to remove you from his business and thoughts but obtaining that was a struggle, you were fever deep in his blood, an addiction he couldn't seem to fight. His anger and lust for you had gone so far that he no longer could even be with his wife. That wasn't the only reason though, he sometimes found himself thinking back to your words to him that day, "Do you know where your wife is right now...?" There was something going on with Vera and you definitely knew what it was, and Ike was certain you weren't planning on revealing that card just yet. You enjoyed playing with people's lives and Ike had a feeling that card, just like the one you held over him, would be lethal enough to implode all of theirs.
Ike had tried to subtly fish it out of her, but Vera played dumb each attempt to point that he had completely given up on it. You were particularly to blame too, the more time he spent around you, the less he cared about his wife and that in itself was a dangerous thing.
Ike Evans had praised himself as a faithful family man once but with you he had thrown it all to the wind. Even now, he was thinking about the next chance to fuck you. "Jesus, man- get your shit together."
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Life was wonderful at this moment; the Evans family was slowly falling apart, Ben and Sy were dead, and there was nothing and no one standing in your way of getting what you wanted. With your shares in the Miramar secured and Ike; finally haven given into temptation by fucking you, everything was falling perfectly into place. Not only that, but you also had Stevie well under control with the threat of his involvement with Vera.
Poor little Mrs. Evans... Her perfect world was slowly crumbling around her, and she was none the wiser, you didn't even have to do much in assisting it; she was doing all the dirty work for you.
So, while that played itself out, you had plenty of time on your plate to annoy Ike and maybe get him to fuck you again.
Tonight was a big show night at the Miramar, Vera's first choreographing after not being able to perform herself anymore. Naturally, you were invited to join the Evans table as Ike's business partner, yet you had politely declined; wanting to test the waters and see how long it would take Ike to come to you on his own accord. Instead, you had yourself assigned another seat and made sure to openly flirt with all the available men around you.
''Y/N's quite popular this evening, isn't she...?'', an amused Vera remarks to Ike, watching as the men at and around your table fawn helplessly over you.
Finally looking in the direction, Ike silently scowls at the scene until Vera playfully swats at him, ''don't be rude- she's a beautiful and enigmatic woman... it's perfectly normal for her to have so many admirers.''
"Only worried a fight might end up breaking out", Ike grunts out in pretense.
''We should invite her for dinner later'', Vera suggests, changing the topic and taking his low grunt in response as an agreement.
If he could spontaneously combust from anger, Ike would have within the first twenty minutes of this damn dinner. The rage coursing through his veins at having to witness this prick drool over you was slowly making Ike lose his shit. He wasn't even paying attention to what Vera was talking about, merely shoving tasteless bits of food in his mouth while shooting silent glares at you and your date.
"Honey- Ike-?", Vera's voice finally penetrates through his thoughts.
"What?", Ike blinks at her in confusion and you couldn't contain the smirk tugging at your lips.
"I asked Y/N and Alastair to join our table for tomorrow's show", Vera explains, turning back toward the two of you, "that's if you don't have other plans...?"
"That sounds great", Alastair beams at the offer, pausing to look at you then, "that's if you're ok with it?"
Your eyes narrow as they clock Ike's tension at the remark, turning your full attention towards Alastair; you sweetly flutter your eyes, ''I'd love to...''
Ten minutes hadn't even passed after leaving dinner, when a loud knock sounded at your door. Knowing instantly who it was, a smirk tug at your lips while making your way to open it.
"You're lapdogs not around because you got company?", Ike drawls, glaring at you from under his lashes.
Cocking your head to the side, you arch a brow at him. "Is there a particular reason for your banging on my door at this hour...?"
"Is he in your bedroom-?", he grits out. knuckles white with the grip he had on the doorframe.
"Who...?", you blink innocently in response.
"That lil love struck puppy that was attached to you the whole evening-", Ike hisses out in annoyances.
"Oh! You mean, Alastair?", you flash him a sweet smile, "he left right after dinner..."
"Don't lie to me-", Ike lowly growls, taking a threatening toward you. Causing to you arch a brow in warning.
"I would tread lightly if I were you."
Instantly realizing the line he's crossed, Ike takes a careful step back, "I should leave-", he mutters under his breath, giving you one last look over before turning around and walking away.
Taking a step out the door, you watch victoriously as Ike stalks away in silent rage. "Hook, line and sinker..."
Sitting at this table was pure hell, having to watch this moron moon over you the entire show through was exasperating, and Vera, silently hyping it wasn't making it any better. He was a married man, and you were nothing but a ruthless criminal, yet Ike Evans found himself madly possessive over you.
The show had finally come to an end, much to Ike's relief and all he wanted was to get the hell out there, that was until Vera opened her mouth.
"Are you joining us for drinks in The Atlantis?"
"As lovely as that sounds...", you flash her toothy smile, learning heavy onto Alastair while stroking his chest, "we're going to call it an early night."
"Oh, I see...", Vera winks with a knowing smirk.
You chuckle softly at her, "enjoy the rest of your night", finally turning your attention toward Ike, "goodnight, Ike..."
Ike was seething as he paced the living room baloney at midnight, Vera was fast asleep in their bed, yet all he could think about was you and what you were doing with that moron right now. Having driven himself insane enough with this guessing game, Ike makes the decision to confront you.
You were fast asleep when a loud banging on your door awoken you. Groggily staring at your bedside clock, you frown at the time, grabbing your gun, heading toward answering it. Gun hidden behind your back; you slowly crack the door open an inch. The frown instantly turns to a smirk when seeing who it was, opening the door completely; you innocently cock your head to the side.
"Is there something I can help you with, Ike?"
Graze locked onto the ground, with a tight white knuckled grip on the door frame; Ike finally speaks up after some time. "Did you fuck him?"
"Pardon ...?", you forge ignorance.
Head, violently snapping up; Ike lunges forward, gripping hold of your throat as he forcefully slams the door shut behind him. Growling out as he pulls your face closers to his, "did you fuck him?!"
Slapping his hand away with a light nudge of your gun, you step away with an amused scoff and place it on a nearby table.
Caught off-guard by the gun for a split second, the fury in Ike snaps back at your nonchalant attitude. "I'm talking to you!"
Turning back to face him and tilting your head sideways, you blink at him, "what does it have to do with you...?"
Letting out a low growl, Ike rushes towards you once again; grabbing your throat in a tighter grip. "I asked you a question-"
You don't respond, merely silently smirk at him and that was the final straw. Letting out an animalistic growl, Ike drags you to the nearby couch; forcefully pushing you over the backrest, a broad grin crosses your lips when hearing him fumbling with his belt. Pants dropping to the floor, Ike hastily pushes your nightgown up. "Fucking whore-", he grits out at your lack of underwear, instantly notching his cock at your entrance and driving himself deep inside you with one hard thrust.
Standing in front of the mirror whilst getting ready for your lunch date with Vera, you couldn't help but admire the marks Ike had left across your throat and chest last night. After you had pushed his buttons far too much, Ike had finally snapped; acting as if possessed with the way he manhandled you last night.
Flashback
"What'll take to get you out of my hotel?", Ike glares at you from across his desk.
"Now is that anyway to greet someone...?", you teasingly pout, softly shutting the office door behind you. "This meeting's supposed to be about business not personal matters."
"This is my hotel- it's personal-", Ike grunts out, the disapproving glare sharpened as you took a seat.
"You really need to lighten up, Ikie boy...", you drawl, a smirk tugging at your lips at his annoyed state. "I took care of your lil rodent problem after all." Ike frowns in confusion at your words, "oops-", you press a hand over your mouth in fake guilt, lifting it slightly to softly whisper, "the news isn't out yet... Ben Diamond succumbed to his injuries, peacefully dying in his sleep..." Ike's mouth drops open at your words, "better pick your jaw back up from the floor before you catch flies...", you tease him with a shit-eating grin.
"Ben's dead?", a stunned Ike mutters out, taking only a moment before throwing his head backward with a relieved sigh. "Thank God-"
"You're welcome...", you proudly beam at him.
"How-?", Ike stares at you flabbergasted, knowing that it wouldn't have been an easy job to do with Ben being guarded.
Rolling your eyes with a heavy sigh, you get up to head for the liquor cabinet. Pouring two glasses of whiskey; you walk over to his desk and sit on the edge next to him, handing the one over and whispering in his ear, "if I told ya, I'd have to kill ya-"
Heart racing at your closeness and his want for growing with each passing second; Ike shoots you a side-eye glare to cover it up, getting up from his seat to place some distance between you.
"Are you running away from me, Ike?", you softly chuckle, tongue curled upward against your top lip, eyes scanning him from head to toe. "Do I frighten you...?"
"What makes you say that?", Ike grunts, turning to look out the window that overlooked the hotel lobby, carefully sipping at his drink as a form of distraction.
"Well... for one; you jumped out of your seat like it was on fire...", you smugly remark, slowly stalking towards him. Stopping directing behind him, reaching out and carefully trailing your fingertips up the length of his back, "two; you can't even look at me."
"Don't be ridiculous-", Ike grunts out, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp and marching toward the liquor cabinet for a refill. Having felt the slight shudder of his body in reaction to your touch; you bite into your bottom with a victorious smirk as you silently studied his rigid form whilst perched on the edge of his desk. Rubbing at his eyes with a heavy sigh, Ike finally turns around to face you with a dark glare, "what do you want from me?"
"How about a thank you, for one...?", you offer with a smile, causing Ike's glare to intensify. "I did save your son's life, along with yours and the rest of your family-", you shrug matter-of-factly. Ike's gaze drops to the floor, silently grinding his teeth in deep in thought. "You were all dead the minute Stevie pulled the trigger, and you blackmailed Sy-", you sigh out in pity at what his fate would have been.
"You think I don't know that?!", Ike's head snaps back up with a loud growl, eyes dark with rage as he stepped up onto you. "Ben and Sy have been bleeding me dry for years-", he sneers down at you, pure hatred seething through his system. (Hatred for the control he had allowed Ben and Sy to have over him. Hatred at the fact that he had gotten Mike killed. Hatred that he had nearly gotten Judy killed. Hatred that he had placed his loved ones in danger. Hatred that he escaped the demonic clutches of Ben them, only to fall into yours. What he hated most at this very moment though, was how much he wanted you.)
Having had enough of your games and pissed at the state of things, Ike makes yet another bad decision of his life; he grabs you at the throat. "They killed my friend- tried to kill another-", his grip tightens with each growled out word, yet you remain perfectly calm through it and allow him to vent. "They've threatened my life- the lives of my family- threaten to take away everything that I worked so hard to build with my blood, sweat and tears-"
"That happens when you make a pact with the devil...", you manage to rasp out through his grip, eyes glistening with desire as you stare back into his dark ones.
"You're fucking worse than they were-", Ike pulls your face closer to his with a hiss, nostrils flaring as he glared down at you.
Eyes widening with excitement and biting into your lower lip; you flash him a knowing smirk. "Who would have known that beneath that good guy persona is a dark side, I kinda like it when he comes out to play; turns me on..."
"You're insufferable-", Ike grit out, the willpower to resist you hanging by its last thread as his gaze drops to your mouth.
"Thank you...", you grin in response.
Ike's stares shoot back to yours with a scowl, "wasn't a compliment-"
"I know...", you smirk, tongue peeking out slightly and you clock his gaze dropping toward it. "You wanna kiss me, Ike...?"
He doesn't respond; merely remains silently staring at your mouth, resulting in you getting bored with the push and pull mentality of his, and reaching up to remove his hand to leave. Ike's mind was racing at a thousand miles, his want for you rising with each second, he remained this close to you. When you make a move to step away, Ike panics and the want instantly turn into desperate need as he pulls you flushed against and finally kisses you.
Caught slightly off-guard for a second but not wanting the opportunity to slip through your fingers a second time; you instantly reciprocate the kiss, gripping onto his suit lapels as you parted your lips for him to deepen the kiss. Ike lets out a deep groan of approval into your mouth at this, his head tipping lower to pepper kisses along your now freed throat.
Knowing that this was wrong yet not being to stop his need for you; Ike throws all reasoning to the wind as he rips open your blouse. "Gonna fucking mark you'', is his only remark as he dives in to begin kissing and sucking bruises across your cleavage.
Head tilted backward; you grab hold of Ike's hair with a loud cry of pleasure as he grinds his clothed erection hard into your center. Not wanting to risk him changing his mind mid-foreplay; you hastily reach for the zipper of his pants to undo it, reaching in to pull out his cock. Ike grunts at this, practically biting at your flesh now as you slowly stroke his cock.
Frustration over the torture you were putting him through quickly kicks in; resulting in Ike letting out a loud, almost animalist growl as he hastily spins you around and bends you forward over the desk. With one hand holding you steady by the back of your neck; Ike hastily pushes your skirt up with the other as he kicks your legs apart to settle in behind you and notches the head of his cock against your entrance. "I'm the one in control now-'', he dangerously whispered into your ear, burying himself deep inside you with one hash snap of his hips, resulting in a loud cry to spill from your lips from the slightly painful but pleasurable stretch. ''Fuck-'', Ike leans over you with a heavy groan as your walls contract tightly around him to adjust, grinding his cook deep inside your tight walls as a form of punishment for making him want you this way and you whimper softly in reaction to it, a victorious grin plastered on your face at finally having achieved your goal. Having tortured both of you enough by now; Ike slowly retracts out till the tip, only to forcefully slam back into you. ''Fuckin' bitch-'', he grits out, the sounds of skin slapping against, soft whimpers and groaning, echoing throughout the office as he picks up the pace to fuck all his pent-up rage into you.
"This what you wanted all along? Huh?!" Ike grunts into your ear, delivering an extremely hard thrust, causing you to whimper out in delight.
"For me to fuck you like the whore you truly are...?"
"Yes..." you breathlessly moan, deliberately clenching your walls around him.
"Fuck..." Ike groans out, pulling you up flushed against his chest as he picked up the pace of his thrusting. Wrapping a hand around your throat, Ike squeezes it tightly as he continues roughly thrusting up into you.
"I'm-the-one-in-charge-right-now...!" he growls with a violent thrust, droplets of spittle landing on your cheek.
"I-fuckin'-own-you-right-now...!"
You couldn't respond with how fucked out your mind was at that moment, as well as the fact that Ike was prohibiting you from doing so with how tightly his grasp around your throat was.
"Wonder what your mobster family would think if they saw you now...?" Ike darkly chuckles in your ear at your inability to respond.
"Acting like a true whore... drunk on cock. My cock..."
Your response: a strangled sounding chuckle, catches Ike off guard for second as he pauses his moments.
"You really are a crazy bitch, aren't you?"
"Your bitch..." you rasp out with a smirk, rocking yourself back and forth on his cock to get him to move again.
"Fuck..." Ike bites into his lip with a throaty groan, grabbing tightly at your hips to resume thrusting into you at a faster pace.
The slapping sounds of skin on skin rang out through dimly lit room, along with your soft whimpers and Ike's raspy grunts as he fucked you senseless.
"Fuck... you're fuckin' strangling my cock..." Ike groans in approval when your walls start violently contracting around him as your orgasm begins to near.
"I-Ike..." you attempt to warn him but find it impossible with how fiercely he was ponding into you.
"You're close?" Ike grits through his clenched teeth as he lays all his weight on your back, pushing you flat onto his desk.
"I can feel it... C'mon, cum for me..." Ike growls out in command, the movement of his hips beginning to falter as his own orgasm neared.
"Cum now!"
"Ike...!" you raspily cry out, your walls clenching tightly around his cock as your climax hits.
"Fuuuuck..." Ike lets out guttural sound, biting down on the side of your neck with one last hash thrust as he empties himself in you.
"Shit..." Ike lets out a satisfied groan as he fucked his cum back into you with a few short strokes, while you laid; a boneless, whimpering mess underneath him.
You remained face down on the desk still for a bit after, while Ike rested his entire weight onto your back; his breathing heavy in your ear as you both slowly attempted to come down from your high.
End
To say last night was successful would be putting it lightly, you had Ike Evans exactly where you wanted him; buried deep between your legs. You also learnt something new about yourself; despite being a dominant woman in every day life, you quite enjoyed being dominated during sex. All of your previous lovers were quite boring; the fear of who you were related to getting the better of them, therefore they were always very careful with how they handled you. Not Ike though, none of it mattered to him at that moment, not when he was buried deep inside your cunt, taking all of his hatred for you and your family out on it, to the point that you were still feeling the effects of it the next day with each step you took.
Ike Evans was the perfect match for you, and you planned to make him yours completely.
''Vera...'', you greet in return with a light hug and cheek kisses and you both take a seat.
''I'm glad you got my invite for lunch'', Vera remarks as the both of you sipped coffee whilst waiting on the food.
''Wouldn't miss it for the world-'', you flash her disingenuous smile over the rim of your coffee cup.
''I was worried you wouldn't get it'', Vera confesses, ''I actually went to Ike's office last night in hopes to find you there, but Stevie had said you guys weren't there.''
Your head tilts to the side at that tad bit of information, brows furrowed in confusion, ''Stevie...?''
''Mhmm-'', Vera nods mid-sip, placing her cup down to explain. ''I met him on the stairs, on my way to the office. Mentioned the meeting with Ike and that I wanted to invite you for lunch, he informed me, that he had just come from the office and you guys were no longer there.''
''Did he now-?'', a broad smile spreads across your lips at the realization that Stevie had most definitely seen Ike and you fucking. ''I had plans for the evening, so the meeting was quite short'', you explain.
''By the looks of things, I'd say they were entertaining plans-'', Vera smirks in remarks, subtly referring to the poorly concealed marks on your throat.
''A lady doesn't kiss and tell...'', you innocently respond, reaching for your coffee then.
Vera flashes you a knowing smirk, taking a sip of her own coffee and you couldn't resist the smug look as you stared at her over your cup. ''Those plans involved your husband; bending me over his desk whilst he fucked me-''
To say lunch with Vera was a hit, would be an understatement; poor lil Mrs. Evans wasn't the wiser that the man she was attempting to fish out about was actually her own darling husband. So with that secret between Ike and you, and according to Vera; Stevie, you ended the lunch date on a good note and made future plans.
Now you were lounging on your balcony, resting from lunch and last night's activities. You had decided to give Ike some space to come to terms with what happened, by keeping to yourself but someone else had other ideas. ''Someone here to see you, Boss", Alfie announces from the balcony door.
"Who?'', you enquire.
"Stevie Evans", Alfie replies and this piques your interest.
"Let him in", you instruct with a broad smirk and light yourself a cigarette. "Stevie- what brings you to my humble abode-?", you greet him all smiles.
"Cut the crap. You know why I'm here", Stevie scowls down at you, prompting Alfie to take a defensive step forward but you halt him midway.
"You can leave us, Alfie", you calmly instruct him.
"You sure, Boss?", Alfie eyes Stevie skeptically.
"Absolutely", you flash him a broad smile. He silently nods, shoots Stevie one last warning glare and leaves the room.
"What can I do for you, Stevie?", you turn toward him with a stern look.
"Tell me what the fuck is going on between you and my father, for one?!", Stevie growls out, causing you arch a brow.
"I suggest, you tone that question down...", you calmly remark.
You notice Stevie visibly sweat at your lethal demeanor, a smile instantly spreads across your face at that. "Relax-", you remark, taking a drag from your once forgotten cigarette as you silently studied him for a few seconds. "Take a seat", you sternly instruct but the smile remained. Killing the cigarette; you move to pour a drink for Stevie and yourself, "what's going on between Ike and I, is exactly what you saw-", you nonchalantly state, handing him the drink and taking a seat again.
"You whor-", Stevie erupts at our words but you stop him midway.
"Careful-", you calmly warn, taking a sip of your drink and settling more comfortably into your seat.
"You're fucking my married father and you're reprimanding me?!", Stevie scoffs.
"Talking about, the pot calling the kettle black!", your head tilted back with a loud chuckle. Stevie frowns in confusion at the remark, you smirk in response; rising from your seat and silently head into your room.
"Here you go...", you ceremoniously drop an envelope into his lap, grabbing your drink and sitting back down.
"What's this-?", Stevie frowns at it suspiciously.
Pursing your lips; you gently twirl the glass in your hand and teasingly hum, "why don't take a look...'"
You remained silent then; mentally counting down as he fearfully opened the envelope. Photos spilled to the ground; photos that you had acquired not long ago, photos that clearly showed the night Stevie and Vera had spent together at the hotel he had been hiding at after the incident with Ben.
"Those are merely copies", you break the silence and Stevie's head shoots up at that, eyes wide and mouth open. You shoot him a shit-eating grin, "you know what is expected from you-" Stevie grinds his jaw harshly, eyes dark as he glares at you, yet silently nods in response. "Great!", you cheerfully announce, getting up and gesturing for him to leave, "see ya around..."
Summary: When Ike comes home unexpectedly after a meeting gone awry you suggest taking a bath together to lift his spirits.
Word count: 2.8K
Warnings: NSFW - Vaginal sex, riding, creampie, praise, brief feet appreciation (it's canon, what do you want from me)
A/N: Popping in with what might as well be my yearly smut drop because I somehow managed to fight the writer's block. The scene of Ike in the bath is just too hot, this had to be done.
The sun beams down on your bare skin in balmy caresses as you lie on the sun lounger situated on the balcony, eyes closed while you try to bask in this rare moment of peace, something you weren't sure you could truly recall for a life with Ike Evans was not always an easy one. Yes, it was lavish, fulfilling, and far more exhilarating than what your life was like before him, but never easy. It always felt as though the safety provided by everything your husband had built could be ripped out from under both you and his children in a moment, and Ike knew it too. The success of the Miramar Playa hotel had placed a target on the man's back, a target that was met with a sea of vultures that wanted to take the empire he built from nothing but sand and mosquitoes for themselves. You knew it was a possibility that you could lose everything; it would be foolish to pretend that it wasn't. But you also knew that Ike would do whatever it takes to keep that from happening, come hell or high water.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the distant sound of the front door to your suite being opened, a noise that had you scrambling from the lounger to retrieve the beach towel you'd tossed on the floor beside you to cover yourself with. Considering you and Ike lived in the penthouse suite, which you had all to yourself since he had some business to attend to, and your stepdaughter Lauren was having a sleepover at a friend's house, you figured there was no harm in being nude in your own home; a sentiment that you were currently regretting. Peeking your head through the partially open sliding door, you look down the hallway to see who the unexpected visitor is. The sight of Ike standing by the door and running his hand down his face as though something was bothering him, takes you by surprise.
“Honey?” you call out, still holding the towel against your body but a little less mindfully than you were before.
He glances up to meet the source of the sound, eyes filled with bemusement as he realises that you are not only home but that you are also in nothing but a towel.
“Sweetheart? I thought you were supposed to go for lunch today with your friends,” he reminds you as he approaches you, his leather dress shoes tapping against the patterned marble flooring as he does.
When you reach him you decide to concoct some excuse for why you had cancelled, though you knew it was an answer he wouldn't be thrilled with. The truth is that they were shallow she-devils who only felt obligated to be nice to you or to do things with you because they knew your husband owned the Miramar and were probably hoping to score some kind of friend discount, especially since some of their husbands often enjoyed staying in the cabanas by the poolside.
“You know what I'm like when you have these big meetings. I like being present and in the know, so some silly little lunch that I can easily reschedule can wait.”
He opens his mouth to interject the way he usually would, but you hush him with a quick peck to the lips and offer to help him take off his suit jacket instead, draping it over the chair adjacent to your glass dining table. Ike always encouraged you to do other things to take your mind off business. Whether it be shopping, going out for a meal or even relaxing by the pool, he wanted you to do whatever you could that would stop you from being cooped up in the suite waiting for him to come home at some ungodly hour; god knows he would rather if he had the choice. You didn't mind it much, especially considering it allowed you to spend time with Ike's daughter Lauren when she wanted to come with you, but today was one of those days when you would rather be as involved as possible.
“Now, what's wrong? Because you wouldn't be up here unless you needed to get away from whatever is happening downstairs, it's written all over your face,” you observe as you return to him and reach out to stroke his cheek whilst the other hand remains planted on your towel, the gesture drawing a heavy sigh from his lips as he faintly leans into your touch.
“The meeting was going well until we were finishing up. I was walking them out of the office when Jack Klein showed up and started making threats about how he was gonna put me behind bars. Florence had tried to stop him but the damage was already done. Fucking asshole humiliated me,” Ike explained disappointedly, though bitterness began to creep in as he recalled that last part.
Jack Klein was Miami's district attorney, and he'd been goading and harassing Ike for weeks. He was convinced that he could find something that would incriminate him enough to land him in jail and destroy his reputation for good, and though you sensed that Ike was sparing some of the details of that fiasco, you knew better than to pry. He would tell you when he was ready, or when he was sure that the information wouldn't endanger you in any way. You knew he was probably just trying to protect you or keep you from worrying about him, not that that stopped you anyhow.
“It's just empty threats, Ike. An intimidation tactic to throw you off your game. But you listen to me now,” you start, placing your hand on his chest as you speak. “You're Ike Evans. You built this place from nothing, and you made it successful. And no one can take that away from you, not even Jack Klein. So call those people and apologise for the drama, but tell them exactly what they'll be missing out on if they pass up on your offer, and they'll be begging to host their event here before you know it.”
Ike places his hand over yours and guides it away from his chest, lifting it towards his lips and planting a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
“What would I do without you?” he replies with a small smile, totally captivated by you and your ability to always know exactly what he needs to hear to get his head screwed on right.
His hands find their way to your waist whilst yours gravitate towards his tie, your fingers grazing the end of his tie and dancing up towards his shirt collar until you grasp it and use it to promptly pull Ike towards you, lips smashing against his. Tightening your grip on his tie, you use it to deepen the kiss which draws a small, pleased groan from him. Eventually breaking the kiss just enough to the point where you could speak, you whisper against his lips.
“I'm gonna take a nice, long bath. You should join me. Don't want you all stressed when you make that really important call,” you tease as your lips lightly brush against his throughout your proposal, then boldly drop the towel you had been keeping wrapped around your body to the floor leaving it pooling at your feet.
Ike chuckles and leans back enough to look you up and down, taking you in and practically eating you with his eyes as they shamelessly trace every inch of your skin.
“God, I love you,” he says earnestly, a declaration that leaves you aflutter as you smile and start leading him to the ensuite bathroom by his tie.
Once you reached it you let his tie go and made your way over to the bath, the coolness of the flooring nipping at the soles of your feet as you bent down to turn on the faucet. Just as the water started to run you felt his hands take hold of your hips as he pressed himself against you, the bulge straining against his dress pants firm on your backside. You bit down on your lip as you leaned up until your back was pressed against his chest, the movement only encouraging him to bury his head in the crook of your neck and pepper it with tender kisses. A shaky breath escapes your lips as you focus on the way his mouth feels against your skin, your body melting into him as he wraps his arms around your waist.
“At this rate, we're not even gonna make it to the bath,” you joke breathlessly, the comment drawing a chuckle from Ike.
“Well you're just so beautiful, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” he retorts in a husky whisper, lips teasing against the shell of your ear all the while.
Just when you're tempted to forgo the bath entirely, the water reaches a comfortable level, leaving you to slip from Ike's arms and add enough cold water to adjust the temperature of the water. By the time you'd adjusted the temperature Ike had stripped and discarded his clothes, leaving you to climb into the bath at one end whilst he took the other. The warm water draws a sigh from both of you as you sink into it, your eyes closing for a moment as you try to savour the tranquillity. You feel Ike's hands dip into the water to grab one of the feet that you were resting at his side and move it to his chest, placing a quick, affectionate peck on the side of your foot and unconsciously running his hand up and down your ankle. With the gentle rustle of the sea breeze blowing softly outside the window, the steam hanging in the air, and the heat of the water that wrapped around your body like a soothing embrace, you felt your mind beginning to wander to your lie earlier. It was nagging at you and you knew it wouldn't go away unless you got it off your chest.
“I wasn't entirely honest with you when I told you that I rescheduled that lunch because of your meeting,” you admitted diffidently, not opening your eyes at first until you felt him shift slightly.
The concern in his eyes that you were greeted with prodded you to continue, to which you reluctantly did.
“Those ladies don't like me, Ike. They pretend to be nice but I know they all talk badly about me. And I know that part of it is because I'm married to you, I've seen the way they look at me when we're together.”
The confession came pouring out, though it felt good to finally share with him after putting up with it for longer than you probably should have. It was stupid, but you thought that once they got to know you and realised what you were like that you would be able to win them over. But it was no use.
“C'mere.” Ike beckoned with a sigh and straightened up slightly, letting go of your leg.
You sit up and crawl into his lap, the movement disturbing the calm of the water and creating small waves. One of his hands settles on your hip whilst the other moves up to push your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
“If I had any idea that you felt that way, I never would've encouraged you to go out with them. You shouldn't have to put up with that, baby,” he says before pausing to gaze into your eyes, completely enamoured. “Besides, what do you say that next time they come here, we give them a little show and make the kiss real long?” he offers with a wolfish grin, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
His proposal to get back at them makes you snort your laughter just imagining the look on their faces, and you can tell you that he is envisioning the same.
“Well, why don't we practice right now?” you tease as you coyly bite down on your bottom lip, your boldness making him raise his brows as the hand on your hip squeezes slightly.
“Gladly.”
He presses his lips against yours, the movement of his lips slow and impassioned as though he wanted to savour you. His hand palms over one of your breasts, softly kneading it in his hand and eliciting a pleased hum that vibrates against your lips as he did. His other hand wanders into your hair, running his fingers through it and using it to deepen the kiss as though the man could hardly get enough of you. It was intoxicating, the duality of his touch. His hands were gentle but unyielding, his kisses hungry but unhurried. When you finally pull away in search of air Ike wastes no time urging your body closer and taking your breast into his mouth, tongue circling your nipple before lightly sucking it, the sensation causing you to throw your head back and let out a surprised gasp. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck as your hand gets lost in his hair, slightly tugging it. He removes his mouth from your breast and mumbles against your skin while placing a few more sloppy kisses from your chest to your collarbone.
“You're breathtaking,” he rasps between kisses, lifting his head and running his hand through your hair before capturing your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and allowing you to taste the tobacco on his tongue as he did.
“Isaac,” you whisper, the desire to be so full of him that you could hardly think overtaking the urge to drown in his kisses. “I need you inside me.”
It was a vulgar and desperate plea to relieve the aching between your thighs, but if the man teased you any longer you were certain you were going to explode. As though he was just waiting for you to say it he reaches down to line himself up before bucking his hips, a satisfied whine spilling from your mouth as you sink down onto his cock with ease, taking him to the hilt. Steadying yourself by placing your hand on his chest, you start to rock your hips and bite down on your lip at the feeling of fullness, running your hand down his chest and enjoying the way the chest hair decorating his sun-kissed skin feels against your fingers.
“What did I do to deserve you?” Ike groans, hands moving to your ass and cupping it firmly as you ride him, his hips beginning to eagerly rut in time with your movements.
You rest your forehead against his, utterances of his name getting lost in breathy whimpers as you become enthralled by the lust in his stare, something carnal about the way he gazed at you as though the whole world around you had faded leaving nothing but you and the way you were clenching around him. His mouth finds its way to your neck again, lightly sucking at your skin just enough to make your breath hitch but not enough to leave marks. His affections move from your neck to trailing along your jaw, then to your lips allowing your needy moans to bleed into the kiss. The sensation building in your abdomen only spurred you to roll your hips faster, tepid water splashing at your thighs and leaving droplets trickling down your ass as the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the bathroom.
“Ike–” you cried out, desperately teetering on the edge of pure ecstasy until Ike firmly grasped your hips and plunged into you with a particularly hard, deep thrust.
Your legs quiver as you cling to him tightly, shuddering as your orgasm overwhelms you. The sounds you were making and the blissed out look in your eyes was enough to bring him to his own climax, his groans permeating the steamy air as he fills you with his release. Still trying to catch your breath you let your head rest on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you and embracing you as you did. A beat passes, marked only by the sound of each other's breathing. Then, Ike takes your hand and places it on his chest, his heart pounding fast beneath your palm.
“You feel that? That's what you do to me,” he points out with a chuckle and plants a kiss on your forehead, though you just found it all the more endearing that he got so worked up over you.
“Such a strong heart,” you tease, giving him a quick peck on the lips while he draws circles on your lower back.
“Besides, would you rather have it any other way?” you inquire softly after pulling back with a knowing smile, running your hand through his hair.
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Summary: Pt2 of You Made Me Love You. Ike's guilt towards you is slowly eating him alive. Inspire by - Randy Travis' - On the Other Hand.
The evening was getting late as Ike, and you laid wrapped up in each other's arms, underneath the sheets. "How's rehearsals going?", Ike's voice breaks the silence the room.
"Everything's on track", you respond, sitting up in excitement", "Lo's going to do great!"
"That's my girl!", Ike chuckles proudly, pulling you against him with a kiss to the forehead.
"But then, she's sure to a be a hit with you guiding her..."
"Lo's a bright girl, she doesn't need my guidance as much as you think", you pat him on the chest, sitting up a little despondent. "I'm going to miss spending time with her though..."
"You make it sound as you're moving away or something-", Ike snickers, placing a soft kiss against your pouty lips. "You work in the hotel. She sees you every damn day."
"Won't be the same though...", you frown in protest.
Ike soft chuckles, pulling you into his lap, "wanna know a secret...?"
Your interest perks up at this as you turn to straddle him, "what?"
"Lo asked me if she could shadow you during event preps", Ike brushes the hair out of your face with a dimpled smirk. "Apparently, she wants to learn the 'family business' but from your side of things."
"Really...?", you excitedly enquire, "she wants to learn the events coordinating business?"
"Apparently its 'exciting'-", Ike chuckles even harder at your excitement to getting to spend more time with his daughter. "I think it's just an excuse to spend more time with you though...", Ike gives you knowing smirk.
"Must be my winning personality...", you proudly beam in response, causing Ike to chuckle yet again.
"You're a regular ray of sunshine-"
"Are you mocking me, Mr. Evans...?", you arche a brow at him.
Ike flashes you a dimpled smile, "not at all M-", he finds himself having to pause mid-sentence at almost calling you 'Mrs. Evans'.
Silently tilting your head to the side, you blink down at him in confusion. Biting down onto his lip for a second, Ike reaches out to stroke your cheek with a weak smile. "Your personality is only one of the many things we both love about you..."
Your eyes tear up with emotion at his words, "I love you both too...", you softly utter out, surging forward to capture his lips in a hard kiss.
The kiss soon turns heated as Ike flips you over onto your back and you let out a squeal of excitement, he silently studies you for a moment as you gently brush aside the hair covering his eyes; nothing but love your eyes as you stared back at him. A dull ache forms in his chest at this and Ike wishes he could give more than this.
On one hand I count the reasons
I could stay with you
And hold you close to me
All night long
So many lover's games
I'd love to play with you
On that hand there's no reason
Why it's wrong
But on the other hand
There's a golden band
To remind me of someone
Who would not understand
On one hand, I could stay (aah)
And be your lovin' man
But the reason I must go
Is on the other hand
It was the evening of Lauren's party, and you were nervous wreck as you bounced about to make sure everything was perfect. The ballroom was beautifully decorated, Lauren looked beautiful in her gown and all the guests were eagerly awaiting her grand entrance.
"You ready, Lo?", you go check up on her backstage.
"How do I look...?", she excitedly nods, twirling around to show off her dress.
"Like the Miramar princess that you are...", you beam in proud wonder at her, gently reaching out to fix her hair. "I'll be waiting for at the foot of the stairs", you carefully remind her, "once the music starts; that's your que to begin descending them and th-"
"I know, and then Dad will meet on the dance floor for our father-daughter dance...", Lauren cuts you off matter-of-factly.
"You're a big smarty-pants aren't you-", you gently flick her nose, and she softly chuckles at it. "Now go on...", you smile gently nudging her, "before I steal your spotlight."
Lauren flashes you broad smile in response, you turn it and turn to walk away; barely making it a few steps when she calls out your name suddenly. "Yes-", is all you manage to get out before she tackles you with a tight hug. "Everything ok, Lo...?", you concernedly cup the back of her head.
Pulling back slightly, Lauren smiles up at you. "Just wanted to say, thank you..."
"Awww, Lo...", you feel tears prickling at your eyes as you gently cup her face. "Anything for you-"
*****
You patiently stood at the bottom of the stairs to the side as the music started and right on que; out from behind the curtains stepped a glowing Lauren. Completely in awe at how beautiful she looked; you silently gestured with your hands in carefully guiding her down the steps. Lauren stops midway down and for second you panic that she might have frozen up in fear, only to witness her smile broadening as she practically jumped down the rest of the steps and sprinted into the direction of the crowd, where Ike's father was walking through to meet her halfway.
Clapping in applause with the guests and with a broad smile; you watch as Ike and his father hug, then comes Lauren. The smile quickly falls when Vera joins in, stepping aside soon after and capturing Ike's lips in deep kiss.
Feeling totally out of place as reality hit straight in the face; you slowly backed up off the dance floor and into the crowd, barely reaching the end of the crowd only to bump into someone behind you.
"You're only heading for heartache...", the person speaks up.
Immediately know who the voice belonged to; you turn around with an arched brow, "could say the same thing about you, Stevie. Either that or heading for an early grave." Stevie lets out an amused snort, opening his mouth but you cut him short. "Couldn't fuck your father's wife, so you did the Butcher's instead?" Smirking at his shocked expression, you softly pat him on the chest, "You guys aren't as subtle as you think you are..."
Feeling utterly smug by the interaction; you walk away victoriously. Pausing at the entrance, you take one last look at the dance and that's when your eyes met Ike's as he danced with Lauren. Flashing him a faint smile and a head nod; you then turned to leave thereafter. With sorrow filled eyes; Ike stares after your retreating form and he wishes yet again that he could give you more this...
In your arms, I feel the passion
I thought had died
When I looked into your eyes
I found myself
And when I first kissed your lips
I felt so alive
I've got to hand it to you girl
You're somethin' else
But on the other hand
There's a golden band
To remind me of someone
Who would not understand
On one hand, I could stay (aah)
And be your lovin' man
But the reason I must go
Is on the other hand
Yeah the reason I must go
Is on the other hand
