Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

  “Your pink panties are all wet, Cami. Did sucking my dick turn you on that much baby?”

  “Yes,” I answered breathlessly.

  “I love how much you love me,” he said as his fingers pressed down on my stiff clit. The pressure felt so good I shut my eyes in ecstasy and my body hummed with pleasure. His teeth nibbled and nipped at my inner thighs making me jump at the sensation. He put his hot mouth against my cunt, the only barrier between us was the scrap of silk that were my panties.

  “Emmanuel, please…” I begged, touching the top of his head.

  “Please what? You want me to taste your pussy, Cami? You want me to make you cum all over my face before we go have dinner?”

  “Yes!” I yelped when he slid two long, thick fingers inside of me. I wanted to smear my pussy juices all over him so that when we sat down to eat I’d know where his mouth had just been. I wanted this new bitch to know who he belonged to, even if she couldn’t place the feeling. I wanted her to know. Emmanuel Scott was mine. I would kill over him without batting an eye.

  “You want her to know I’m yours, don’t you?” He smirked up at me knowingly.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He pulled my panties down with his teeth while his fingers slid in and out of my wet pussy. As soon as they were on the floor his tongue pushed into my soft, pink, wetness and I moaned. I gripped the sides of the sink, turning my knuckles white. “God, that feels amazing,” I shivered. He tongue fucked me like he was trying to claim me too. Maybe he was. Cole was there after all.

  Emmanuel lapped at my juices then circled my clit with his tongue before sucking on it, making my back arch and pulling a scream from me. I tried in vain not to be loud but…shit. It took no time for my legs to turn into jelly. The quakes started at my core and swirled out making all my limbs shake with a powerful orgasm. “Oh…Emmanuel!” My voice was a breathy squeak when it came out. Just as I gave into my climax, he pressed his teeth down so lightly on my sensitive clit that I lost it. A squirt of liquid shot out of me like a stream and Emmanuel growled before putting his mouth on me and drinking it all in like he was at a water fountain.

  By the time he stood up, his face was wet with me and I was a quivering mess, trying not to slide off the edge of the goddamn sink. Downstairs the doorbell rang and I looked at Emmanuel with flushed cheeks. “Time to go be gracious hosts, babe. You ready?” He flashed me a wild grin and I laughed.

  “Soon as I change my damn clothes,” I panted with my hand on my chest. Carefully, I got down and walked on wobbly legs to the bedroom to find something else to wear. I settled on a black dress that only skimmed my curves. I wasn’t trying to put the woman to shame or anything. I wanted to keep shit respectful. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair, then put on a soft mauve lipstick, and let out a breath.

  Why did it feel like I was walking into the devil’s lair?

  Lana wore a fire engine red dress that plunged just a little too far down for my liking. She could get away with it because her tits were little more than mouthfuls, but still. Her loosely curled coif was swept to one side and tumbling over her shoulder and her lips were a deep, blood red. Cole took one look at her and then looked at me with a smirk. We both knew she was doing too damn much.

  “Mrs. Scott? I’m Lana Woods, so nice to meet you.” She extended her hand and I shook it with a polite smile. Her eyes were almond shaped and a deep brown. I didn’t trust them though. Lana’s eyes weren’t like Claire’s. They were hiding something that I couldn’t put my finger on but I would soon enough.

  “Lana, this is Camilla and you’ve already met Cole,” Emmanuel smiled. Claire brought the children into the dining room and they were all dressed adorably. Chloe came and stood by me immediately, grabbing hold of my arm tightly. “And these are my children.” I loved watching him introduce the kids to people. He got the biggest smile on his face and he lit up the entire room with it. “That’s Chloe. Mason, and the twins Logan and Lucas.” Chloe tightened her grip on me while the boys laughed and giggled at faces Cole was making at them. “Chloe say hi, baby girl,” Emmanuel told her with a nod. Chloe, being my twin, shook her head and glared at Lana.

  “No,” she said strongly. Emmanuel frowned at her but I rubbed her little shoulders and pulled her close.

  “Chloe baby, we say hi to people…even when we don’t like them.” I winked at her and she smiled a little, showing off her dimples. Emmanuel shot me the look of death and Cole cleared his throat trying not to laugh.

  “Oh, you can’t not like me already, Chloe; we haven’t gotten a chance to hang out yet. I have lots of cool games on my phone,” Lana said in a sing-song voice. Chloe’s frown deepened as she regarded the woman.

  “No thanks,” she shook her head quickly.

  “I like games,” Mason piped up. “You’re pretty,” he said with a straight face, as he looked Lana up and down. I glared at him and he shrugged, unconcerned. Little flirt. He was his father’s child. The twins were too busy having their own conversation to care about what was happening around them.

  “Aww thank you…Logan?”

  “No, I’m Mason. That’s Logan. The twin.” He gestured to his little brother.

  “Oh…Okay, how old are you guys?”

  “Chlo is almost five, Mase is three and the twins are one.” Cole rattled off their ages as if they were his.

  “And a half,” Chloe corrected. “The twins are one and a half.”

  “You wanna fight me or something, Chlo?” Cole frowned.

  “After dinner,” she giggled.

  “Yeah, they’re a damn handful is what they are,” Emmanuel sighed.

  “I see. Quite the colorful bunch.” Lana beamed around the table at all of us. “So, Camilla I hear you’re the one to watch out for. Governor Scott has told me so much about you.” She started on her dinner, but locked eyes with me.

  “Oh? And what have you told her, Emmanuel?” I looked over to my husband who was seated to my left.

  “Just that if she can’t pass your inspection she wouldn’t be hired. We won’t have to worry about that though.” His eyes told me not to be a bitch but I’ve never listened when he wanted me to. I was absolutely going to be a bitch.

  “You sure?” Cole chuckled, shaking his head.

  “I don’t see any reason why I wouldn’t pass inspection,” Lana smiled again. I didn’t like her smile either. I didn’t like a damn thing about her. Her presence made my skin itch.

  “Lots of reasons,” I smiled back. “Are you single or married?” I quizzed bluntly.

  “I’m in a relationship.”

  “Oh? That’s wonderful, I wish I’d known. I would have told you to bring him,” Emmanuel said in his best Governor voice. I rolled my eyes.

  “Yes, wish we would have known about your alleged boyfriend.” I tilted my head to the side and Cole coughed a bit, glancing over at Emmanuel.

  “Cami…” His voice dropped an octave and I straightened myself in the chair.

  “He’s not alleged,” she frowned. “I’ve been with him for a year now. We’re very happy. He’s just on vacation right now.”

  “Of course. Vacation.” I laughed and took a drink of wine.

  “Is that funny?” She quipped with a raised brow.

  “It is, especially since I don’t believe you.” I clasped my hands together in front of me and ignored the beam of death my husband was shooting in my direction.

  “Luckily for me you don’t have to believe me. My boyfriend is of no concern in reference to my job.”

  “Normally, I’d agree but since you’re going to be in such close proximity to Emmanuel, I beg to differ.” Emmanuel clapped his hands together and forced my eyes to his with the sound.

  “Lana, you were assistant to the governor of New York, how was that experience?” Emmanuel cut in, trying his best to diffuse the mounting tension between his new assistant and I. It wouldn’t work though. I was determined to show him what she really wanted, an
d it wasn’t a damn job working for him. She wanted him.

  **

  Chapter Seven

  Emmanuel

  Camilla was in rare form at the dinner with Lana. She was cutting her down left and right and it was all I could do not to put her in her damn place in front of everyone. Cole thought the shit was hilarious though. Once I’d gotten Lana to talk about her past experiences, Camilla ignored her and tended to the kids.

  Everything was going fine until Logan said he didn’t like his food and didn’t want to eat anymore. “Aw, you know you have to eat up to be big and strong,” Lana said with a mock frown on her face. Chloe and Camilla both darted piercing green eyes in her direction and it felt like a gust of ice wind blew through the room.

  “Don’t,” Chloe said quietly, looking down at her plate.

  “I’m sorry sweetheart. Don’t what?” Lana leaned in a little closer.

  “Don’t talk to my little brother.” She lifted her green eyes and tilted her head to the side. It was classic Camilla.

  “I was just telling him he needed to eat his food. It’s good to eat your food. It’s also good to be polite, right?”

  “I am polite,” Chloe snapped in a way I’d never heard before. She sounded exactly like Cami did right before she lost it. Camilla folded her arms across her chest and watched quietly, not letting anything go unnoticed. I felt like I was watching a lioness train her cub.

  I’d never seen a fucking four-year old command the attention of everyone in the room like Chloe did. “You are, baby,” Camilla said, rubbing her back. Logan and Lucas laughed between themselves while Mason sat back in his chair observing. It was a fucking circus.

  Lana shifted uncomfortably in her seat and I sighed heavily. “I’m going to get more wine. I’ll be back,” I grumbled, standing to my feet.

  “I can help,” Lana offered with a smile. I was waiting for Cami to fly across the table at her, but she stayed put just watching. I figured she wanted to pow wow with Cole once we were out of the room. In the kitchen, Claire was bustling around and tidying things up.

  “Oh, Mr. Scott. What can I help you with?”

  “Nothing, Claire. Thanks. Why don’t you go take a load off? You’ve been on your feet all evening. Go ahead and eat dinner in there with us.” I walked over to the wine refrigerator and stared inside aimlessly. Lana placed a hand on my back and I turned to look at her with a tired smile.

  “Mrs. Scott is very protective,” she laughed.

  “That’s one way to put it.” I shrugged and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

  “You look like you need to relax.”

  “That’s exactly why I grabbed another bottle.” I held it up and walked over to the island, searching for a corkscrew.

  “No, you need something actually soothing.” She sighed and took the bottle from my hands. “Let me make you a cup of tea really quickly. Plus you’ll get a breather from all the drama.” Her voice was soft and soothing and I did want to escape for a few minutes to catch my breath. My wife was going to drive me insane.

  I could hear the kids in the dining room, laughing and Cole’s voice fussing at them to sit down. I rubbed my temples and nodded at Lana, “Yeah, go ahead and make a quick cup of tea.” I got a mug and honey out for her and showed her to the Keurig.

  When I heard a loud thump followed by crying, I excused myself and Lana just laughed waving me out. “What the hell?” I frowned at the kids. Logan and Lucas were tussling on the floor while Cami and Cole tried to separate them.

  “We got it.” Cole plucked Logan up and tossed him in the air while Camilla grabbed Lucas by the back of his shirt.

  “They were fighting over the Paw Patrol cup,” she explained with a sigh.

  “Okay kiddos, I think it’s time to get ready for bed.” I leaned over and tickled Mason’s tummy and he finally broke into a smile. “Everyone sounds cranky.”

  “I’ll help,” Cole said, holding his hand out for Chloe.

  “I want to stay up,” She whined, tugging on Cole.

  “Come on short stuff. We were supposed to fight, remember?”

  “Uncle Cole…” She pleaded with him and when she got nowhere she turned to Camilla. “Mommy, can I stay up?”

  “Why, Chloe? You never ask to stay up.” She flitted her green eyes over to me and then back to Cami.

  “I don’t like that lady,” she pouted.

  “Who? Miss Lana?” I frowned. Chloe just nodded.

  “It’s okay baby. Go with Uncle Cole. I’ll be up there for kisses in a minute.” Camilla smoothed her tawny brown hair back and kissed her forehead. I gave her a kiss too and then went back in the kitchen.

  Lana had a steaming hot mug of tea waiting for me and I was grateful to see it. She’d make a fine assistant. I didn’t know if she’d try anything with me but so far she was good. I wouldn’t judge her unless she tried some inappropriate shit. I only wished Cami would take the same stance. So far all Lana had done was try to stand toe to toe with my wife, try to alleviate my stress, and make me tea.

  I sipped on the hot liquid and let out a breath. “Thank you, Lana.”

  “No problem, Governor Scott.”

  “Call me Manny.” I took another swig of tea and let the warmth relax me so I could finish dealing with my crazy ass wife.

  “Okay, Manny,” she smiled. Once I finished the tea, I joined Cole and Camilla at the dinner table. Claire was being gracious and putting the kids in their pajamas for us so we could finish dinner hopefully on a nice note. I was certainly feeling good after a breather. I smiled at Camilla and she smiled back softly.

  “You look so beautiful.” I whispered in her ear, making her blush adorably.

  “Thank you.” She rubbed my thigh under the table and I thought I’d fuck her right there. Honestly, the entire time I sat there it was hard to concentrate on anything but Cami.

  “You two look like you’re so in love,” Lana said dreamily.

  “We are,” Camilla snapped. The smile that was on her pretty face evaporated into thin air and was replaced with a scowl that would turn anybody’s blood cold.

  “Okay…look, I’ve gotta get ready to go. It was so wonderful to see you again, Cole.” Lana nodded at him and then looked at Camilla. “Nice to finally meet you, Camilla.”

  “Thank you,” was all Cami said. I stood to escort Lana outside and placed my hand on the small of her back. Once again, I felt my hand buzzing when I touched her. All I wanted to do was touch her and the feeling caught me off guard. It wasn’t even a feeling as much as it was an uncontrollable urge. “I hope you had somewhat of a nice time.” I shoved my hands in my pockets to stop myself from touching Lana. She laughed at my words and shrugged.

  “It was interesting. You have a lovely family, Manny.”

  “Thank you,” I nodded. “Look, you have the job. You didn’t run out crying and that’s more than I could ask for.”

  “Oh…thank you so much!” She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I slid my hands up and down her body even though I tried to stop myself. It was almost like I was standing outside of myself watching me steer myself into a burning pit. Lana pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. No words were said. I ran my fingers through her hair and it felt so damn good. I wanted to throw everything to the fucking wind and kiss her. Camilla would never know.

  My fingers gripped Lana’s hair and she bit her bottom lip as she stared at me. Finally I did it. I kissed her and satiated the hunger that had been building inside of me.

  It was a hunger I couldn’t explain, but I needed to feed it. She didn’t hesitate to meet my kiss eagerly either. She had to stand on her toes even in heels. Her tongue found mine and skated across it. I backed her against her car and slid my hands under her dress. I missed the fullness of Camilla but I couldn’t deny that touching a different body was exciting.

  “Manny, I feel like I need you,” she panted against my mouth.

  “I feel like I need you too,” I told her, staring into her eyes. Ther
e were no emotions, just pure lust and desire. I didn’t love Lana. I barely cared about her. I just wanted to fuck her.

  She glanced around and then unzipped my pants, gripping my stiff dick in her hands. We were frantic and needy. Still no words were spoken between us as I lifted her against the side of the car. Her long legs wrapped around my waist and I wasted no time diving into her hot pussy. It felt amazing and I shut my eyes for a moment to savor it. Lana was good; she didn’t say one fucking word while I thrust in and out of her. Her nails dragged across my shoulders the harder I fucked her.

  “Manny!” She moaned when I pounded inside of her. Hearing my name floating from another woman’s mouth made me want to make her babble it repeatedly so that’s what I did. I drilled into Lana until her car rocked with my strokes. She was calling for me until tears rolled down her eyes and she was coming all over my cock.

  I pulled out and gripped her hair, making her kneel and open her mouth. She did so gladly and took as much of my dick as she could before I exploded down her throat. Once my dick stopped pulsing and jerking, I felt a little more clear headed but still drunk on Lana. I looked at her and felt the heat of shame prickle my skin. I just fucked another woman.

  I cheated on Camilla.

  She was going to kill me. She was going to kill Lana too. She was going to kill everyone. “Look, I don’t know what the fuck that was but it can’t happen again. Honestly, if you love yourself you’d just…go far away.” I tucked my dick away even though it was still covered in Lana’s juices.

  “No. I mean…I won’t make it weird. I think we both just felt the tension and needed to release it, nothing wrong with that. Plus, you already hired me.” She giggled.

  “I suppose you’re right. You just don’t know Camilla.”

  “If we never talk about it, how will she know?” I felt my stomach turn to lead right after it knotted up. I wasn’t cut out for that cheating shit. I loved Camilla too much.

  “Just go home, Lana. I’ll see you in the morning.”