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Authors: Angelica Chase

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“You cry tears for a man begging for someone else’s pussy.”

I shook my head no, wanting to tell him it wasn’t true, to tell him it stung a little. I hated Alex. Alex, who was just on the other side of the door! I tried to break free, but he kept his grip on my hips.

“He doesn’t want you anymore, Violet. He doesn’t want this.”

He slid his hand up my thigh, only partially covered by my baby doll nightie, straight up to my sex. Fear set in as I listened to my husband’s voice as he proclaimed his love to another woman. The slip of his hand beneath my underwear and the flick of his finger hard on my clit woke up the woman who didn’t give a fuck about Alex, didn’t give a fuck about inhibitions, and didn’t give a damn if Alex came out and saw her impaled on another man’s dick. Though he wouldn’t let me turn to face him, I gave him permission by sliding my panties down as far as I could before it hit the hand resting on my hip, the other stroking me with his fingers. Alex’s voice was a blur as a wealth of wet came pouring out of me. His lips brushed my neck and his voice took me into a whole new world with his next words.

“He may not want you anymore, but I wanted you. I wanted this,” he said, pressing hard against my clit. I had to stifle a moan as he slid to the floor, taking my panties down. He pulled my ass out and spread my legs

“He doesn’t want it anymore because you were never wet for him the way you are for me. You were never his, you never wanted him the way you want me.”

He swiped his tongue from the bottom of my folds to the top, completely knocking the breath out of me. Two fingers slipped into my slick center as his tongue circled my clit hard. He did this with no mercy as my body twitched with anticipation. I wanted to see his face, take in his beautiful grey depths. All I could do was give him a low moan as his fingers glided in and out. A third entered my ass and I almost collapsed to the floor. He was doing this slowly, but the tension was building and my core began to hum. His tongue joined his fingers and I could barely stand when he’d had his fill, dragging the flat part of his tongue back to my clit. I stood there getting my pussy eaten in a dark hall, not hearing anything but the gasps caught in my throat. I was close to coming and I could hear Alex’s call coming to a close. Rhys paused behind me.

“You want me to stop? I could leave right now, or he could walk out and see me devouring your sweet, pretty pussy.” He worked his fingers, stroking the nerves that set me off, my body convulsing slightly. “Violet, what do you want to happen?”

“Don’t stop,” I said on a whisper, still on the edge as his digits slowly fucked me. Seconds later, I felt his tongue resume the circles it was making on my clit. With a few more strokes of his tongue, he shoved his finger fully in my ass and I came, trembling from head to toe, scratching at the wall, rubbing my forehead back and forth over the textured surface as I fell apart, hot liquid sliding out of me as he continued his strokes, pulling my wetness with him. When the last shudder left me, he stood and whispered in my ear.

“I wanted you. I wanted you so much. You fucking lied to me. You made a fool out of me. I’ll never let you make a fool of me again.”

Heavy tears fell down my face as he turned my head to the side to claim my mouth in a long, slow, sensual kiss. His rock hard chest behind me rose with his breath, his cock heavy, stiff and pulsing against my back. I tasted the tanginess of my sex and inhaled the soothing scent of him, a mix of soap and spice. And then he was gone, just a shadow moving down the hall and out the door. I shook my head no violently, still completely floored by what had just happened. I wanted to run after him, to tell him how sorry I was, but he was right. My white lie had reared its ugly head. I had waited too long and it looked like I was mourning Alex outside his office door. There was no way he would believe me. I wouldn’t believe me. I had just lost Rhys.

I heard Alex end his call with another “I love you” and the rest of the woman who had any feeling for him died in that moment. I slid my panties back up and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. I was dripping wet from my orgasm and felt my panties soaking as I stood uncorking a new bottle. The evidence that Rhys had just been here consuming me with his mouth wasn’t something I wanted to rid myself of … not right away, anyway. I sighed as I sipped my wine. How in the hell did he know where I lived? How insane was he to just stroll into my house and claim me while my husband was here? I shook my head at the thought of Alex actually walking out and seeing Rhys stroking me with his tongue. I would have been furious to miss that orgasm. I laughed out loud at the thought, at the insanity of it all, my heart crumbling in my chest.

How could Rhys not see me as anything but pathetic, standing outside a door crying as my husband confessed his love to another woman? This whole situation went from clean lines to fucked up in minutes.

Alex walked in moments later and gave me a smile as he eyed my wine with nothing but assumption behind his stare. Back from the dead and just as dreadful as ever.

“I’m not an alcoholic, asshole. You would know that if you lived here.”

“Vi, what the hell did I do to deserve that?” he challenged, his arms crossed.

“I’ve been fucked.” I said, both figuratively and literally I almost added, though I decided to keep this civil.

“Pardon?” Alex asked, slightly shocked at my vulgarity. I was hardly ever this candid with him. I took a sip of wine, looking forward to this. I thought before, in my denial, that I was being strong. I thought I was just too uninterested to fight for my freedom when the truth was, I wasn’t strong enough…until now.

“You fucked me out of a life you promised me. Companionship, a home, not just a house and kids. I won’t even go there. The truth is that I don’t love you anymore at all…either.”

He spoke up to protest, but his words died on his lips as my distant stare became a glare.

“Don’t do it. Not tonight, Alex. I don’t love you, you don’t love me. Let’s get a divorce. I want the house and I want you out of it tonight. I could get you on adultery but I’m afraid now I’m guilty too.”

He stood, mouth gaping as I gave him a little more. “Yeah, Alex, what did you expect? I’m not an emotionless robot. Let’s make this civil for the long run, but for now I just want to say you’re a total fucking disappointment. You shouldn’t have asked me to be your wife if you had no intention of being a husband. I wasted years of my life on you and I can’t get them back. That leaves me a little pissed off.”

“You don’t mean any of this, you are just drunk.” I poured my wine out and set the glass next to the counter.

“Alex, I don’t know why you want to keep me captive. It’s cruel, honestly, and I have no more patience for it. Get out, tonight, and don’t come back. Go to Kris, except I thought it was Sandra. Either way, leave now.” His eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Oh, please … Do you really think I’m that stupid? I wanted this relationship and I cared, so I know all about you. Now I just want you gone, a bad memory.”

He turned to walk away and I watched him go, kicking him as he left with my next words. “I will get everything I am entitled to and I won’t take any more than that. Don’t make this dirty. I can bury you.”

He paused at my words and when I was done, he walked away. I wrapped a blanket around myself and went to the porch. An hour later, he was gone, my marriage was over, and for the first time in years, I was free.

I quickly texted Rhys.

Violet: Please come back, he’s gone. Please Rhys don’t leave things like this. Please talk to me.

No reply brought a pain to my chest that blinded me with tears. I had definitely lost him.

Two weeks and not a word, I was past the point of crazy. I stood frozen outside the bar that now had a closed sign in front of it. I really had to get a grip. I had signed up for an exhibition, not a love affair. That’s what I got, a taste of everything and the love affair. I was desperate to stare into those grey eyes, strung out on a man who obviously didn’t mean what he said. I had texted him for days with no reply. I didn’t show up to his house, it seemed too desperate, and if he wouldn’t respond to my texts then he damn sure wouldn’t answer the door. Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a mistress. Maybe I was a one man woman.

No, to hell with that, I was made for Rhys and him alone. He knew it and I did too. I know he felt what I felt and I know I would be just as finished with him as he was with me had the circumstances been switched.
This is what happens when you fucking lie. This is why you’re getting a divorce.

Lies, deception, no matter how harmless you think they are or who’s it going to protect, someone always gets hurt.

Okay, back to square one. I had everything I truly wanted, and had lost it. I was in between love and lust and couldn’t discern it because I was too busy mourning it to dissect it further. I wanted him, I couldn’t have him, that’s what bothered me most.

He didn’t even give you a chance to explain.

Just as the thought popped into my head, the message came.

Rhys: The Barracks. One hour. RED.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged the corners of my lips.

 

 

 

 

 

Mad Spark Editing, you had me at hello. Thank you so much for working with me in the time frame you did and taking me on. On a more personal note, Edee, you inspire me daily.

Thank You Jersey Girl Graphics and specifically Juliana. You amaze me.

A big shout out to all my betas and the bloggers who so graciously agreed to give this brand new author a try.

Thank you to the two women in particular I can't live without, Anna Gabe and Lynn. I love you both.

Thank you to all the wonderful readers who took a chance and decided to meet Rhys and Violet. Please leave a review and add
Vol. Two: The Tango
and
Vol. Three: The Last Dance
to your Goodreads TBR.

 

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