Entangled In You

Taking charge

Lilah POV

“Is today the day?” Issac’s eyes were wide as he walked through the door three hours after he got off of work, seeing an array of takeout boxes and an empty bottle of wine.

“Today’s the day,” I slurred, holding up my glass in a mock toast. “Your dinner is in the fridge. I grabbed your favorite.”

Issac frowned, “I ate at the office since I had to stay late, but thanks.” He appeared to force a smile, his honey eyes bouncing around the mess that I’d made. One thing Issac hated was a mess. Everything had to be pristine and organized.

I wasn’t as much of a perfectionist as he was. I didn’t always fold my clothes right away, I didn’t iron things, or organize my bookshelf alphabetically, but I kept things orderly for him.

Just not today…

“I’ll leave you to it,” he glanced down the hallway, his gaming room calling to him in his head. “Unless you want company,” Issac offered halfheartedly.

I didn’t, but the fact that he hadn’t really wanted to be my company sent a pang of sadness through my chest.

“Go have fun,” I forced a smile of my own, “I’ll make sure to get rid of the mess before I go to bed.”

Issac visibly relaxed, the tension in his shoulders falling away as he stepped closer to me. I tilted my face up for a kiss, but he sidelined me, grabbing the side of my face with his large hand and pressing his lips to my temple instead, “Let me know if you need me.”

He said the words, but he didn’t mean them. Issac liked things easy, and we were too deep into our relationship when he realized that I wasn’t just… easy. My life was complicated, and my mental health suffered more often than not.

Issac trudged past me, leaving me alone in the living area of our apartment. I grabbed one of the takeout containers, shoveling more food into my mouth and resumed the Emperors New Groove.

It was my favorite movie as a child, and always brought me comfort. I wasn’t sure why, because it wasn’t a good memory I shared with my mother or father, it was simply something I’d turned on when I was having a terrible day. I’d hide inside my little makeshift fort, and cuddle up with way too many blankets, like I was doing now.

My phone chimed, peeling me away from the screen, but when I saw a message from Liv instead of CK, I frowned. She sent through screenshots of booking confirmations, but I didn’t bother sifting through them. I couldn’t handle facing that reality right now.

Some days, I felt like an awful person. I could live the rest of my life hiding away and messaging CK, and probably be happy. I hadn’t told anyone the depth of my infatuation with him, just that he was great at talking me off the ledge.

My therapist said that despite the nature of our conversations just being friendly, the relationship bordered on emotional cheating given my codependency on his messages.

I didn’t bother to tell her that Issac had been pulling away from me for months, and we were no longer having s*x. I didn’t tell her that every time I went to him with a problem, I felt like a burden rather than him being my safe space.

A part of me knew the reasoning behind some of those things was my fault. Combine that with his busy work schedule and my declining mental health and boom, you have a recipe for the worst relationship to exist in history.

I wasn’t a good partner, but neither was Issac.

My phone chimed again, but this time, I saw the familiar orange notification.

CK: “Hypothetically, would you be upset if I offered myself as a sacrifice to Krampus this year?”

I snorted, rereading the message three times, before laughing hysterically.

IQ: “Finally throwing in the towel?”

CK: “Considering it.”

IQ: “Not sure if he’s the type of guy you want to sacrifice yourself to, but I support you in any capacity. Got a kink for an oversize monster?”

CK: “No monster kink…. Unfortunately, but I suppose I’ve never given that one a thought. Off for some research.”

The movie ended, and my phone chimed again.

CK: “Definitely no monster kink. Off to bleach my eyes.”

IQ: “You can just say you’re boring.”

CK: “DO YOU HAVE A MONSTER KINK?”

IQ: “I plead the fifthhhhhhh.”

CK: “Is that Ice Queen talking or the wine?”

IQ: “I’m slightly bothered by your ability to guess everything I’m doing. Are you a stalker?”

CK: “Maybe I’m the monster under your bed… (Devil face emoji)”

CK: “Wait, no, you’d like that too much.”

IQ: “I’m going to bed now.”

CK: “Don’t touch yourself to thoughts of the monster under your bed (Wink emoji)”

My cheeks heated furiously, and I wasn’t sure if it was the wine, or CK, but I shook my head, standing on shaky legs to clean up the mess I’d made.

I replayed my conversation with him, feeling slightly aroused at the thought of a monster under my bed. Or a stalker.

I’m definitely mentally f****d up.

Stumbling into the counter, I quickly set my glass in the sink, and gripped the edge.

I think I’ve read way too many romance novels. The thought of a beastly Alpha finding me in the middle of a bar by scent alone and claiming me as his gets me hot and bothered.

The thought of being dominated overtook my mind, and arousal flooded me. I could go touch myself or use my vibrator, but I felt like I needed a real body.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I sauntered down the hall and into Issac’s game room.

He had his shirt off, showing off his muscular build. Beneath the suit and tie, you could see how hard he worked to take care of his body.

Coming up behind him, I placed my hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. He startled before glancing over his shoulder at me with a quick smile and relaxing beneath my touch.

I quickly slid my shirt off, unhooking my bra, and resumed the massage. Bringing my lips to the crook of his neck, I pressed them gently against his delicate skin. He smelled like his aftershave, and I inhaled, enjoying the familiar scent.

My fingertips spread from his shoulders down his chest, grazing his pecks.

Issac reached up, moving the headset off his ear, “What are you doing?” he whispered with a groan as I reached his c**k through his joggers.

“Taking charge,” I slid my tongue along the length of his neck before swinging my leg around and straddling his lap, “Don’t stop on my account,” I purred against his ear, grinding against his growing erection.

His eyes dipped when my bare breasts grazed his skin, and his throat bobbed with a swallow.

Reaching beneath his waistband, he gritted his teeth as I gripped his c**k, moving my hand from base to tip, and swirling my finger around his head.

Sliding my underwear to the side, I slowly lowered down onto his length, groaning as he filled me.

“Lyles,” he groaned as I slid up slowly, leaning away from him to capture the look in his eyes.

Issac was the kind of man who didn’t like to give away his power. He wanted to be the one to initiate. He liked missionary or doggy style, where he controlled his pleasure, but right now, this wasn’t about him.

It was about me.

For the first few minutes, he tried to play through me riding him, only to discard the controller, and rip the headset from his head completely.

“Damn, that feels good,” he hissed through gritted teeth. I moved faster, my large breasts bouncing near his face, and he watched, spreading his legs so that I hit that deep spot that made my eyes roll.

His fingertips gripped the armrests of his chair as I rode him hard and fast, feeling my orgasm build.

“s**t, I’m coming Delilah,” his chest heaved, and I felt him fill me up, his length growing soft before I hit my climax. My forehead fell against the crook of his shoulder, and I groaned in frustration. Not only from my lack of orgasm, but also because he used my full f*****g name.

“What did I do to deserve that?” he wrapped his arms around me, but I just wanted to get up and shower. I’d come in here in the hopes that we could have mind-altering s*x, and I’d feel the spark between us, but he got off and hasn’t even asked if I did.

“For just being you,” I whispered, faking a smile as I slid from his lap.

He quickly shoved himself back into his joggers, smiling up at me with a s*x-drunk expression, “Appreciate you,” he winked, sliding his headset back on as I scooped up my discarded clothing.

He was already back to shooting zombies and talking to his friends before the door shut behind me.

I ran the shower as hot as I could muster in hopes to wash the memory of that failed orgasm from my skin.