Her Twisted Pleasures (14 page)

A light came on and a woman walked into his bedroom. I recognized Holland’s wife by her tooblonde hair and too-pink nails —nails that surrounded a man’s hand, pulling him into the room behind her.

Alex?

I knew he was at the party, but I hadn’t seen him until now. What the hell is he doing in their bedroom? Dumb question.

Why does he want her when he can have me?

She kissed him and started unbuttoning his shirt. He slid his hand across her ass, pulling up her skirt. She grabbed his tie and pulled him toward the bed.

Wow, that took balls—

screwing another guy in her husband’s bed. What a slut.

And what was Alex doing with her? He knew I was here, didn’t he? No way in hell would I share that married bitch with him! This had to stop.

I faked tripping over a wrought iron chair, dragging it screeching and thumping across the stone floor, then ducked behind the French door and peeked out to see if they’d noticed.

They jumped apart, and Alex looked toward the patio as I slipped inside.

Will had his back to me, lining up his next shot on the pool table.

Spinning on my heel, I deliberately darted down the hall leading to the master suite, turning one corner after another. What are you going to do? Burst into the bedroom and drag him out of there? I had to come up with some excuse. I got lost looking for the bathroom?

That might work.

I turned another blind corner and slammed straight into a hot muscled chest.

Alex.

He grabbed my arms and pinned me against the wall. “I saw you outside. What the hell were you doing out there?”

“Me? What were you doing with her?”

He snarled. “Trying to get laid, which you ruined, thank you very much.”

I smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Ha. Pissing him off feels good.

“She’s married, you know.”

“You have a serious

boyfriend, you know.”

Serious? Being together a year makes us serious? “Shut up.

You’re not supposed to date coworkers.”

“She’s not a co-worker, and I don’t intend to date her.” Alex grinned. “I’m just gonna fuck her.”

My fingers itched to slap him. “I’m pretty sure fucking a partner’s wife is against the firm’s rules too, but everyone knows you don’t care about rules.” I laced that statement with so much venom I could taste it.

His jaw twitched and his fingers dug into my arm. “Don’t lecture me about rules, slut.”

His low growl made my pussy flutter.

I gasped and squirmed.

“Stop, you’re leaving a mark.”

His eyes turned dark and his grip tightened.

“Why didn’t you come find me?” I yanked my arm back, but he didn’t let go.

“She’s been flirting with me for weeks. I knew she was a sure thing.”

“I’m a sure thing! You don’t need anyone else.”

“What’s wrong with you?

Are you jealous?”

“No! I’m….” Wait. Am I?

Seeing Lindsay touch Will hadn’t bothered me, but seeing Alex grope another woman made me insane. No. That was not right. I would not get jealous of—

” I have slept with other women since I started fucking you.”

You’ve what? I slapped him.

Alex laughed and pushed open the closest door, and shoved me inside.

I stumbled and caught myself against a granite countertop. I watched in the mirror as Alex crossed the room and grabbed my

upturned ass, grinding his hard cock against me. His big hand slid over my shoulder and closed on my throat. My heart slammed in my chest as blackness swirled behind my eyes, my pussy dripping as I struggled—not to get away from him, but to unzip my jeans.

“You can’t control me.” He squeezed tighter and my breath came short. “Remember?”

He let go and I collapsed on the counter, gasping.

He reached for the door.

You’re leaving? “Wait.”

He turned and crossed his arms over his chest.

Why had I stopped him?

Will was probably wondering what happened to me, looking for me. I should have been with him tonight. We met a year ago, and he wanted to celebrate, but I…. I wanted Alex.

Damn it! Why can’t I get enough of him? I loved Will—we had great sex. But I craved Alex —we had amazing sex. He did things to me Will would never dream of doing. I needed that excitement, that danger Alex provided. I needed Alex.

No. I needed his cock. It was just sex. Nothing more.

But he wanted to fuck someone else, some married slut who didn’t care that others might be hurt. She just wanted a good lay. She wanted his cock. She wanted to use him….

Oh God. I’m no better than her.

Alex was still waiting, arms crossed, but his expression had lost its hard edge. He was a master at reading people, not that he had to try very hard with me tonight.

When I looked in the mirror, I saw jealousy and guilt written all over my face.

“What do you want from me, Talia?”

“Nothing.”

He shrugged. “All right. I need to find Elizabeth and—”

“What?” He still wanted her? So he’d fucked other women. Fine. No way in hell I’d let him do it while I stood there passively.

“You said you didn’t want me,” he said.

“No. I said I don’t want anything from you. I don’t need anything from you. You’re just a toy, a plaything I use to—”

That word again. My God, am I really a heartless slut? “I want to get you naked and use your body for my pleasure.”

“That’s what it’s all about, baby.” A wicked smile twisted his lips.

My pussy heated and a flash of guilt ripped through me, as I pinned him to the door with my body. “Fuck me like I deserve it.”

He reached for the

doorknob and locked it.

I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down on mine, then bit his lip as I dragged him toward the shower, fumbling with his belt and managing to get his jeans unzipped.

He yanked my football jersey over my head and shoved my jeans to my ankles, stripping me in a matter of seconds. I turned, trying to bend over the tub to give him my naked ass, but he tripped me and guided me to the floor.

I landed facedown, my hot nipples smashed against the cold tile.

He dropped to his knees and trapped my thighs between his.

“Fuck you like you deserve it, huh, slut? This fancy bathroom’s too good for you, so I’m gonna fuck you on the floor.” He slammed easily between my sweat-coated thighs. “And you’re gonna like it.”

He grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back, seizing a fistful of my hair to yank my head back—holding me immobile while he

punished my pussy. I’d initiated this, but somehow he’d taken over. He fucked me on the cold, unforgiving bathroom tile as if I were some cheap whore spreading her legs for any man with a dollar.

I deserved it. I wanted it.

And that’s why I needed him.

My shoulders ached and my scalp stung, but Alex pounded my greedy pussy without mercy. I tried to slam my ass back against him, but I couldn’t even lift my head to look in the mirror. Instead, I watched our reflection in the shower door. I saw my nipples brush the tile, my breasts bouncing every time he slammed into me. My hair flew wild around my face, and I gasped, my mouth falling open when he thrust deep.

His body, his powerful thighs, strained while he pumped. The muscles in his arms flexed and hardened like steel as he adjusted his grip on my wrists and hair. Sweat trickled down his tight abs, dripping onto my ass.

I watched his face. I’d never done that before.

His eyes squeezed closed and he gnawed his bottom lip, groaning as his cock drove into me. He looked almost sad when he pulled out, but pleasure and satisfaction returned to his face when he took me again. A snarling, victorious smile twisted his lips, and I caught him watching me, his gaze burning into mine.

I wanted to hide my face, but his grip on me made that impossible, and he laughed.

A tight ache built in my pussy, squeezing his cock and refusing to let go. I needed release, but didn’t want it yet.

He held me captive with his legs, tormenting me with his cock. “More… please. Don’t let go.”

“You’re mine, baby. Will can fuck you. I can fuck you. No one else.”

My heart fluttered and my clit tingled. My men could have me whenever and however they wanted me.

Alex pulled my hair tighter, lifting my head and forcing my eyes to meet his. “But I can fuck any woman I want.”

“Bastard!” I gathered my strength and slammed my ass into him, trying to knock him off, but he landed on his knees and sank deeper into my hot pussy, laughing while he fucked me harder.

Damn it. Why did he have to piss me off? Why did he have to hurt me? “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“We’re done. Get off.”

“You first.”

What? How can I—?

Alex thrust into me hard, pulled out slow, and slammed back in again at a sharp angle.

Oh God, he’s going to make me come whether I want to or not. I wrestled my arms free and pushed my body up, but he fell on top of me, squashing my hot naked breasts on the cold floor.

The shock sent sizzling chills down my spine, triggering the release I fought to contain.

Explosive waves ripped me apart, and I slammed my fist against the hard tile. “No, no, no!”

He rolled me over and flung my legs apart.

My pussy still throbbed, and I didn’t have the strength to do anything but wait for him to punish me again. I closed my eyes and held my breath.

His lips touched my clit, soft and soothing.

“You cruel asshole.”

His laugh sizzled on my hot aching flesh. His tongue snaked into my pussy, wriggling its way inside my tight hole.

I should’ve smacked him upside the head and dumped his ass on the floor, but when his tongue slithered over my clit, my anger slipped away, and my body rattled. I was trapped by his tempting mouth and my lust for sin, helpless as prey while he devoured me.

Indulgent pleasure shot through my veins like potent venom, poisoning my orgasm and corrupting my heart.

He gave me no chance to recover, sliding over my body and slipping his cock into my immoral pussy.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and dragged his body down with me. “Damn it, Alex.

What did you do to me?”

“Everything you wanted.”

No, that’s not what I want to hear. I didn’t want to be an unfaithful lover, fucking a decadent man on a bathroom floor while a good man waited and wondered. I didn’t want guilt. I wanted pleasure and lust and pain and fear. I wanted love and friendship and laughter and contentment.

“Why can’t I get everything from one man?”

“Because you, Talia, are just like me.” Alex groaned and thrust into me.

Holy shit, I asked that question out loud? “I am not.”

“Ha. We’re reckless. We want pleasure with no strings.

We don’t want to be confined by rules, and we hate tight spaces.”

“That’s not true.” I shifted under him, letting his cock plunge deeper.

“You’re right. I love this tight space.” He closed his eyes and breathed hot on my throat.

“Baby, you make my dick throb.”

My clit fluttered and the room started to spin. Alex was an evil bastard, so if we were the same, then what did that make me? “We do things with…

for each other… that other people can’t… won’t.”

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “We understand each other.”

The tension between us disappeared, chased away by something I recognized but couldn’t—wouldn’t—

acknowledge. He touched my cheek, and I slid my hand into his hair, and we kissed. Our bodies melted and fused together, joining from lips to toes. We came as one, still kissing, still holding.

Yes. Oh sweet mercy, yes. This was so much more than sex.

No!

I pushed him off and sat up, running my hands through my tangled hair, my shaking fingers pulling strands out.

Alex lay on the floor looking a little stunned, and I couldn’t help staring at his naked body.

His still-hard cock glistened with my juices, and his tight abs flexed and strained while he gasped for breath. So fucking beautiful…. Good God, what is wrong with me?

He coughed and laughed.

“And you call me cruel.”

“Fuck you.”

“Anytime, baby.”

I remembered why I was mad at him, and my anger held strong enough to fight off everything else. “Remember that the next time you want a hot piece of ass. I’m your sure thing.”

He rolled on his side and flung his arm over my thigh, pressing his lips to my skin.

“Promise?” His eyes glittered above the grin I knew all too well. That rattlesnake smile was a deceptive warning.

Yes, he gave me everything I wanted, and I enjoyed every orgasmic minute of it, but a high price would be demanded for my indulgence. Who would pay for it? Me, Alex, or Will?

“Get dressed.” I smacked the top of his head and gathered my clothes. “He’s probably figured out I’m not on the patio anymore.”

What was I going to tell him? I went for a walk and got lost in this huge house? That would work—simple, not too many details to get caught in.

When I’d first started fucking Alex, he taught me how to tell a good lie.

I zipped up my jeans and wince d. A good lie? There’d been a time when I didn’t believe in lying, but now I was proud of my skill. “I hate you.”

“Huh?” Alex pulled his shirt over his head.

“I have to go.” I combed my fingers through my hair, trying to look like I hadn’t just spent the last half-hour rolling around naked on a bathroom floor.

“Me too. I need to find Elizabeth and—”

“What? Didn’t you get enough from me?”

“—apologize for blowing her off. I’m an asshole, but there’s no reason I can’t be a gentleman.”

I was still jealous and possessive. Damn it. I leaned on the counter and hung my head, unable to look at myself.

Jealous of a man who wasn’t mine. Lying to the man I loved.

Fucking both of them and wanting more every time.

Greedy, deceitful slut.

I wanted everything they offered me—love and lust—

and I took it all without thinking about how it affected them, without giving anything back. Selfish slut.