Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

by Kate Stewart

  I saw my phone light up and read the message.

  RHYS: My club. Two hours. RED.

  “No, Mom,” I said as my eyes followed Rhys as he took his seat, “that’s the kind of man who could truly ruin my life. Shall we order?”

  I was shaking as he surveyed me from head to toe. I rubbed my hands together before covering my lower half, but he smacked them away.

  “Don’t you dare cover that pretty pussy,” he growled, circling me as if stalking his prey. We were in a smaller room covered wall to wall with plush black carpet. “Did I hear you right earlier, Violet? Did you say there was more than one cock in the world?” He gripped the back of my neck. “Get on your knees.”

  I dropped instantly, the heat building inside me. I was breathless and near exhaustion from the rush of adrenaline that had been coursing through me the last two hours. He leaned down behind me as his hands covered each shoulder before sliding down my arms. My eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure of his gentle touch and then opened when he suddenly pushed me down on all fours. I was bared to him now and felt his thick cock brush my center. He dipped the tip of himself into me and removed it quickly. I shuddered with need, swollen and desperate for the attention he could give. Tonight he wouldn’t be playing nice. I’d made sure of it.

  “Rough day?” I smiled knowing I had just asked for the pain. I wanted to provoke him. I wanted punishment. Instead of getting what I hoped for, I heard the door click shut with his departure.

  Well, fuck.

  I was on all fours, naked, swollen, without a damn clue what to do. I should have kept my mouth shut. I slid my hand between my thighs, but knew I couldn’t get relief that way. I had never been able to and envied the women who could. I circled my clit, drawing moisture from my middle, and brought it up. I was hot, bothered, completely consumed by the man who had just deserted me when I needed him most. I circled myself over and over, unable to get the pulling feeling I so desperately needed. Tears sprang to my eyes as I thought of the steps I had taken to be here, the hurdles I had jumped. I had made peace with my sexuality. I had made peace with my body. I had new cravings that could no longer be ignored. Rhys had brought them out of me and was denying me what he knew I needed. Furious and turned on, I was completely fucked and not in the sense I wanted to be.

  I breathed a little easier when I heard the door open again, until I heard his voice. “You NEVER come until I make you.” He pulled my hair roughly so my neck was exposed to his mouth. I felt his breath coming out hard in my ear as he gripped my hair and met my eyes. “Did you come?” he gritted through his teeth, his beautiful features contorting in anger.

  “No, I can’t. I need you,” I begged. His lips traced the curve of my neck, landing in the divot. He used his tongue then and let it glide up my neck. I panted heavily, my hand gliding back down between my thighs to touch the pulsating need in me.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he said, releasing my hair and standing in front of me. I jerked my hand away.

  “I didn’t even realize I was doing it.” He was fully dressed now, and I felt the tears coming heavy. “Please, I need this. I want this so bad. Don’t leave me here like this.”

  He looked down at me without empathy and shook his head. His smirk was menacing. “You defy me and still beg for my dick, a dick you could so easily replace.”

  “Yes, I’m begging,” I said, looking into his gray depths. “I’m begging,” I said, ashamed of my behavior. He remained standing in front of me, a tower of strength, his eyes piercing mine. The longer I waited, the more furious I became. I could get laid. I didn’t have to act like a dog in heat for this shit. What was I doing? I rose to my feet and gave him my famous death stare.

  “You know what? Fuck you. This isn’t worth it. Go find another whore to play with.” I turned to walk away and was thrown against the wall, my palms flat. I cried out in pure fury and was instantly filled with his cock from behind. I screamed out in pleasure and began sliding down the wall as my limbs betrayed me. He gripped my wrists, holding me tighter while he took me roughly. I was completely full and felt every grinding inch as he took me hard and vicious. His strokes were filled with anger and lust and I felt my body tense. I was in flames, completely covered in sweat as I heard his grunts and felt his breath on my neck.

  “This body is mine as long as I want it. As long as I want you filled with my cock, you will be. Do you hear me?” He stopped his strokes, pulling out of me and I immediately let out a protesting scream.

  “Yes, yes, I hear you!” I was almost there and he knew it. There was no way I would let him out of this room until I got it. I whirled on him, slapping his face. I was wild eyed and determined to get what I had rightfully earned. He stuck his thumb against his lips and pulled away a small amount of blood. This seemed to excite him as I stood there, chest heaving, staring into his heartless gaze. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” I said desperately, trying to get my emotions in check. “I thought I made it clear I wanted pleasure. This is not pleasure!”

  He gripped my neck with both hands, covering my lips with his, our first kiss in weeks. I opened my mouth without protest as he slipped his tongue past mine to taste my mouth. I moaned and he immediately relented.

  “Your moaning and screaming when I taste you, fuck you, that’s pleasure.” I glared at him.

  “You know what I need!” I said, pushing his rock hard chest, unable to move him at all.

  “I know you aren’t listening to your body. Your fucking tits are drawn up so tight they probably hurt.”

  He flicked my nipple with his fingers and I nearly dropped to my knees. He pinched the nipple he had just punished, making it even more painful. Before I could jerk away, his mouth was on it. I tilted my head back, burying my hands in his thick black hair. He released my nipple from his teeth and licked around the peak repeatedly, showcasing the skilled movement of his tongue until I felt my core clench. He smirked as he watched me react and slid his hand down my stomach until he reached my aching clit. His eyes grew tense with desire as he slid his finger along my pussy in a punishing stroke.

  “I listen to your body,” he taunted as his fingers slid inside me. I bucked into his hand, crying out. “Your body tells me what to do.” He turned me to face away from him and bit my shoulder while still sliding his fingers in and out of me. He trailed my wetness to the top of my ass, sliding a single finger in my puckered hole. I moved my hips, grinding into it, loving the feel.

  “Hmm, tempting, but I want to fuck that pretty pink pussy.” He cupped the back of my thighs, spreading me wide, and with one deep thrust was inside me again, keeping his finger darting in and out of my now slick ass. Every single inch of my skin was peaked with each stroke. The fullness of his cock, the finger penetrating my darkest place, it was exquisite. I felt the pull again as he bent me over further, hitting me deeply and drawing out my moans. I lost it minutes later, screaming and coming, screaming and coming, until all that was left of me was a shaking mess. I still felt the rhythm of his pounding though it was slowing. He pulled out of me and turned me quickly, taking my mouth in a tender kiss filled with everything it hadn’t been minutes before.

  It was amazing and genuine and filled with so much. I was too scattered to even wrap my mind around it. I kissed him back, his cool tongue putting me at ease. The next thing I knew, I was straddling him on the floor, slowly riding him. He looked up to me and kept my gaze as I slid on top of him, completely dazed and fucked out of my mind.

  “So fucking beautiful. I’m going to make you come again, Violet, nice and slow.” My chest tightened at the way he said my name. I fought the emotion as my eyes bore into his. He reached up to my still throbbing clit and pressed hard as he pumped his huge cock into me from beneath. I felt that pull again and roamed his chest with my hands as he thrust up, moving both of our bodies, circling my clit. “Eyes on mine,” he commanded. “Those fucking gasps belong to me, and you give them to me when I give them to you.”

  The minute ou
r eyes fully connected, I came again. Leaning in, our lips met, our tongues thrust together. He pumped furiously into me, making my orgasm last. When I felt his hotness spurt into me, I reached below me and circled the base of his cock with my fingers, pumping hard while I moved up and down his shaft quickly with my body. He let out a grunt as I watched him come, staring directly at my parted mouth.

  “I’m not done,” he said, lifting me from him abruptly and placing me beneath him so I was on my back. I looked down between us to see him half-hard and became wide-eyed when he brought himself back into me, growing harder with each thrust. I tilted my neck up with my moan and felt his lips cover it.

  I heard him whisper, though it was faint, “I missed you, too.”

  An hour later, we were tangled on the floor, his mouth covering mine in a slow kiss that had my toes curling and my body aching for more. He leaned in, taking my mouth and tasting me, my arms and legs wrapped around him. It was as if we were making up for lost time. He pulled away, placing small kisses on my nose and chin before devouring my mouth once again. When he pulled back, I noticed the small place on his lip with broken skin.

  I brushed my finger over it. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what? I’ve been dying to get the best of your temper since we started this.” He grinned and licked his lip. “Tastes like sweet victory.” He removed himself carefully from underneath me and I mourned the loss of him.

  “I’ve never hit another human being in my life,” I said, sincerely saddened that was no longer the truth, and even more so about the fact that the first human being was him.

  He gathered his clothes and turned to me as he started putting them on. “These things we do, they bring out the best and worst in us, Violet. There is a balance and a morality you have to kind of follow. Otherwise, the lines get blurred, and that can lead to a ton of shit.” He buttoned his shirt, eyeing my body.

  “Like what?” I asked, curious, hoping he would change his mind about the last button. He didn’t, and I sighed at the loss.

  “Like ménage, and the third person brought in and becoming an affair for one of the partners,” he said, turning to look at me. “That’s just one of a thousand things. I have to go.”

  “Well, I am good on ménage, if that’s what you’re wondering. The only reason I liked Tara was because your eyes were on me. It wasn’t her turning me on.” He looked touched and I almost laughed.

  “Good to know. But you know that’s not the only scenario,” he said, his eyebrows lifted in challenge.

  “I’m good on that, too. As far as I’m concerned, your cock is the only one in the world.”

  He gave me another breathtaking smile as he began to walk away. Seeming to think better of it, he turned, kneeled down, and kissed me. I took his tongue, sucking it sweetly and giggled when he groaned, collapsing on top of me to taste my mouth further.

  “Does this mean you forgive me?” I asked as he held his lips an inch from mine, hovering over my face.

  “I’m trying. I have to able to trust you, Violet.”

  I nodded as I tugged his bottom lip with my teeth, my mouth full of it as I mumbled, “Go, then. Wait...where are you going?”

  “Family stuff,” he said, nodding toward my naked body. “Are you planning on getting dressed?”

  “When I’m good and ready,” I said, challenging him.

  “Violet, don’t make me bring down the hammer. I can’t ensure you’re safe when I’m not here.” I didn’t say a word and got up, putting my clothes on.

  He grinned as he watched me slide on my panties. “You know, you may be the worst sub I’ve ever had. I saw where you got that sassy mouth from today.”

  “It’s an art us Hale women have perfected. Don’t try and change it.”

  “Why change it, baby, when I have a cork that fits it just right?”

  “Ha ha,” I said, pulling my sweater over my head. “So why are you selling?” I knew I was pushing it. I’d barely made my way back into his good graces.

  “I never wanted this club. I might enjoy the lifestyle, but I do not want to host it. That’s not me. That’s...just not me,” he said, turning off the light and opening the door as I grabbed my purse.

  “So how did you end up with it?” He gave me a hard glance. I had a feeling his reluctance to answer had more to do with his stubbornness than his grudge against me.

  “I’m late, Violet.”

  He held my hand as he walked me to my car. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled the collar of my jacket so we were a hair away from our lips touching.

  “My cock will text you.” He graced me with another slow and devastating kiss. This man had moved me. Pulling away from his kiss, I saw it in his eyes. I mattered. To Rhys I still mattered, and that was enough.

  “Bye, Rhys.” It was the first time I said his name without consequence, and he gave me a knowing grin. I was pushing it again.

  “You know why I wouldn’t let you say it?” He still held my collar and his scent was stirring me again.

  “Why?” I asked as he noted his effect on me. I was dizzy at our proximity.

  He leaned in closer. “Because the first time you said it, I knew no other woman could ever compete.”

  “I knew you loved the way I said your name.” I smiled. “If I say it again, will you come home with me?”

  “I can’t,” he said, giving me one last kiss. “Goodnight, Violet.”

  “Night, Rhys.” He groaned playfully as I opened my door. This time he pulled out and gestured to me with his hand to go in front of him.

  I slept better that night than I had in years.

  RHYS: The Barracks 10 p.m. Ladies’ choice.

  I read the message as I gave the last of the candy bowl to the neighborhood children. If they only knew their neighbor was a sex-crazed nymph, they would more than likely snatch them away with a look of judgment on their faces. What exactly was I doing again? Didn’t I want to be a parent? Weren’t my dreams tied into a nice neat bow along with the rest of the world? My priorities were simple as a young adult: win the love a good man, have a successful marriage, and a child to go with it. It wasn’t exactly original.

  I had plenty of time; I knew it. Today was a day that reminded me that time was of the essence. I was thirty-three. I took a hard look in the mirror after my shower. A slight touch of crow’s feet, a little dimple in my thighs here and there, I could live with that.

  “Overall, you still look good, girl.” I laughed as I jiggled my butt a little for effect. “And you are slightly insane too, Vi.”

  Then again, no one makes it out of this life unscathed. Normal was an illusion, and every single person on earth had flaws and idiosyncrasies, no matter how well they were hidden. Why I was suddenly ashamed at my increase in libido and blatant sexual appetite was beyond me. There were millions of people out there who daydreamed about the way I’d been fucked in the last two months and never had the guts to actually ask for it.

  Not to mention you swore you wouldn’t beat yourself up about it, Vi.

  Also, it’d opened a whole new world to me, which led me to my current happy place: Rhys. We had started texting again regularly and he promised that as soon as he could he would take me out and we could start fresh. He had some interested buyers in the club. Between his day job, his family obligations, and trying to get out from under the club, his time was limited. I told him that was fine as long as he made my birthday memorable. Clearly, he intended to.

  I pulled up the black stockings and attached them to the garter belt. I’d gone all out tonight. I found a set of really interesting leather lingerie, and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable, it looked hot! I hoped to make him squirm a little, though my beautiful man rarely did. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. This might be my best birthday yet. I pulled out a simple dress, knowing it didn’t matter what covered what lay beneath, and some sassy red heels and I was ready.

  I was making my rounds in my house to turn the lights off and went to shut the front do
or. I’d left the screen door open all night due to the large amount of trick or treaters. I heard a shuffle of footsteps in the dining room next to me and gasped when I felt a hand cover my mouth.

  “Don’t you fucking scream.” I saw a dark silhouette raiding my dining room and realized quickly I was being robbed while I had been shaking my stupid naked ass in the mirror. I lived in an amazing residential area that hardly had an ounce of crime. Well, until...until, now.

  Terror raced through me as I realized just how bad the situation was. My phone was in my purse that was being removed as I thought of it by the man gripping my mouth.

  “Where’s your husband?” He lifted his hand briefly and I spoke softly, not wanting to rock the boat. “He’ll be home soon.”

  “Well then, we better hurry.” He dug his erection into my back. I felt my eyes well. “Don’t worry, baby. We don’t have time for that. I’ll come back for it later.” His smell was putrid and I gagged against his hand. He slapped the side of my head with an open hand.

  I heard glass breaking all throughout the house and felt the rage build. I hadn’t realized the man held a knife to my throat until I protested his hold and felt the sting of it. The blood seeped slowly out and I whimpered.

  God, no, if he is going to kill me, please make it quick.

  All I could think of were those trick or treaters and how I would leave this world without ever knowing what it was like to be a mother. The only people who would attend my funeral would be my parents, maybe a few realtor acquaintances, and Molly.

  And Rhys.

  My chest heaved as I panicked. Rhys was waiting for me. I’d just gotten him back. If I didn’t show, what would that tell him? Would he even bother to find out why? I heard more glass breaking as I stood still, listening to the pig behind me breathe as he held my life in his hands. I couldn’t move my neck to get a better look at him. I heard a loud crash in the kitchen and jumped, feeling the knife go deeper. I held my whimper in.