by BL Mute
As he lowers his hand with the whip, he steps closer to her and buries his face into her neck. It’s wild to see. He’s so hard yet so caring all at the same time. I wonder if he talks to her the same way he talks to me. Or if he fucks her the same.
I shake my head, clearing the thoughts, then snap a few more pictures. Why do I even care? It’s not even jealousy I’m feeling. It’s more curiosity of everything I’m seeing.
When I make my eyes focus again, I take a good look at the woman and internally scream. How I didn’t notice it before, I don’t even know. But I swear it’s the mayor’s wife. It has to be because I don’t think doppelgängers exist.
“Carter!” I whisper shout. “It’s Stella.”
His eyes find mine, and the same curiosity and doubt I’m sure I wore now paints his face. “Stella Maybach? As in the mayor’s wife?”
I nod enthusiastically because now, this dirt got sweeter.
He dares a peek inside and shakes his head with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen plastered on his face. He raises his own phone, snaps a few pictures, then grabs my arm and leads me back to the front and outside.
As soon as we make it in front of his parked Mercedes, he stops and grabs my waist. With almost zero effort, he lifts me and twirls me around. “You know what this means, Bunny?”
Of course I know, but I shake my head no anyway. The sound of absolute joy spilling from his lips is something I want to hear more of.
“We got enough on him where I don’t think he’ll try and retaliate in any way. This is too fucking rich! I know for a fact neither of them will want to be the next big scandal of Bexley. Hell, I’m sure the mayor would fucking kill them if he found out.”
His smile is so infectious I can’t help but feel happy too. “So, this means we won’t have to go the first route? No planting shit on his computer? This is better than that.”
Suddenly, his smile falls as he tilts his head and sets me down. “No. We’re still doing that. This is just extra insurance. I want him gone, Lydia. He doesn’t deserve to be in the free world. He’s a fucking monster.”
As much as I agree Malcolm is in fact a monster, I still don’t know how good I feel about sending him away to prison. I mean, maybe there is a decent guy under all the malice, just how there is good to Carter under all his layers.
I just nod and give a weak smile. I know at this point, there is no changing his mind. He’s determined, and I’ll be damned if I get in the way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CARTER
As soon as I wake up, I peek my head out my door. I never heard Mac come home last night, which is odd, but I’m not going to question it. Glancing to my phone, I see it’s 6:00 a.m. The perfect time to get Carmen and her dude here to plant the shit we need.
I pad into the bathroom, then into Lydia’s room. She’s still asleep, but she’ll have to be up soon anyway for work. I shake her lightly. “Lydia. Get up.”
She turns over and stretches. Her nipples perk up under her thin shirt, and it takes everything in me not to just rip her clothes off and fuck her.
She glances around, rubbing her eyes as she sits up. “What time is it?”
“Six. You need to call Carmen and get her here.”
It takes her a minute to process my words. “I doubt she’ll even be awake, but I can try. What are we doing?”
“The plan. Mac isn’t home, and I don’t know the next time we will have time. It needs to happen now.”
Dread creeps over her features. I know she may not agree with what I want to do, but it’s only because she doesn’t understand. And she never will. She has a loving mother, and her dad was just as great. Malcolm is the devil, and I want him gone. I need him gone.
She just nods and snatches her phone from her nightstand. She clicks the screen a few times, and then it starts ringing. The familiar sound of an answer pours through the speakers before Carmen greets her. “Hey. Everything okay?”
I can tell she was asleep. Her voice sounds gravelly and dry, but she seems more than willing to listen as Lydia talks.
“I need you to get Bradley and come. We have the time to do what we have to do.”
Suddenly, static from the phone moving sounds out, and a man’s voice appears. “Whatcha need, girl? Carmen said you’d need my help with something.”
She tips her head. “Hey, Bradley. Didn’t realize you were already with Carmen.”
“Told you, she can’t get enough of me.”
I laugh and roll my eyes. What a fucking tool.
“Just get Carmen awake and come to my place. I’ll explain then.”
“Sure thing.” The FaceTime call disconnects.
“You don’t need me to relay any of that, do you?” she asks, throwing her phone to the bed.
“Heard it all. Let’s go check out their room and see if his laptop is there.” I jut my chin toward her door.
“What about my mom?”
My hand hovers over the knob. I never even thought about Claire in all of this, but she very well could still be asleep. “Just grab it and come back if you see it.”
She nods as I open the door for her. I watch as she tiptoes across the hall and cracks open her mom and Malcolm’s door. With one last look over her shoulder, she gives me a firm nod and disappears into the dark room. I move back to her bed, then sit and wait.
I can smell her as soon as my weight hits the mattress, and it makes my dick stir along with something inside my chest. Even though this situation isn’t ideal, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying how much time it was making me and Lydia spend together.
I’ve always liked her. Maybe even more than liked her, but Mac always has a way of fucking things up. But soon, he won’t be a problem. He’ll be gone, and I’ll be free to maybe tell her how I feel, and hopefully she feels the same. I mean, yeah, we have sex, and it’s great, but it’s more than that. It’s always been more than that.
As she appears in the doorway, holding a leather laptop bag, I stand and walk toward her. She closes the door as I take the bag. “She was passed out.”
“Good. Hopefully she’ll stay that way for a couple hours.”
She nods and follows me back to her bed, where we both sit. Her thigh grazes mine as I open the bag and pull out Mac’s laptop. I power it up and type in the password I’ve seen him use before when he thought I wasn’t looking, and that easy, we’re in.
I open some of his files and scroll through them. Lydia leans in closer, pressing more of her body to mine, and it makes me still for a moment. She’s always so warm. I close my eyes and take in a breath to calm my dirty thoughts. Right now isn’t the time.
“What is that?” she asks, pointing to the screen.
I click the file labeled “Surveillance” with this month’s date. When all the pictures and videos load, I notice they’re all from the country club. “Fuck.”
“What? What are you seeing that I’m not?” She leans forward, trying to make out all the tiny pictures.
I hit the one that caught my eye and expand it. Big, crystal clear, and covering the entire screen is me and Lydia in the elevator, one of my hands up her skirt and the other clamped over her mouth. There is no denying what’s happening in the picture.
“He saw these, Carter.” I can hear the fear rise in her voice as she phrases it as a statement and not a question.
“We don’t know that. Maybe he didn’t.” It’s hard for me to even believe that, but I feel the need to reassure her somehow.
She shakes her head and stands from her bed, then starts pacing. It seems that’s what she always does when she’s upset or thinking. “You and I both know that’s a stretch.” She points to the laptop in my lap. “See when they were uploaded to the computer.”
I do as she asks and see yesterday’s date. I don’t want to tell her. I can’t tell her. Did he purposely get all the camera footage from the club yesterday because he didn’t believe her? Was it automatically uploaded because this month is coming to an end?
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She doesn’t wait for my reply. She snatches the computer from me and sees the answer herself. “Fuck.” She slams it closed, then throws it on her bed and starts pacing again. “We’re fucked.”
I shake my head and stand. “Listen, it doesn’t matter. We just needed to keep him questioning long enough to get shit in place. It’s in place now, we have our backup plan, and everything is going to be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Lydia!” I raise my voice to get her attention. She stops and turns her body to me. Unshed tears well in her eyes, and it guts me. I hate seeing her scared or sad. I step closer. “I promise it’s going to be fine.”
Her bottom lip wobbles, but she quickly sucks it between her teeth to stop it. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“I intend to keep every. Fucking. Word.” I lean down and place my lips on her.
Her tears finally fall, giving our kiss a salty taste, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I push my tongue between her lips and practically moan when I taste her again. Her hands move and find my hair, pulling me closer to her, but every inch of space is already filled with our bodies.
I dig my fingers into her hips, then scrape them up, taking her shirt with me. Just as I have it below her tits, her door opens.
“We can come back if you’re busy…”
We jump apart from each other. I’m sure we both had the same thought: What if it’s Mac? But luckily, Mac isn’t a tanned, mouthy, dark-haired girl.
“Fuck, Carmen. Can you knock?” I remark, throwing myself back on Lydia’s bed.
She shrugs and steps inside as Bradley follows. “Didn’t think you’d want me waking up the momma bear. My bad.”
“So, what am I doing?” Bradley rubs his hands together with a smile, then flops onto the bed next to me.
“You haven’t told him?” Lydia asks, staring at Carmen.
“You said you would explain when we got here.”
Bradley and I watch as they go back and forth. Then finally, I speak up. “Listen, Brad. I know you got fancy-ass schooling, but I’m almost positive you learned a few things they didn’t teach in school too, huh?” He nods. “Perfect. Can you access the dark web?”
He raises an eyebrow. “I mean, it isn’t easy, but I can. What are you looking for?”
“I’m not looking for anything. I just need you to plant some incriminating shit on my old man’s laptop.” I reach behind me and grab it, then hand it to him. “Something that will send him away for a while.”
He looks confused and concerned all at once. “Okay… would you prefer I guess—organs or…” He trails off, and I know it’s because he doesn’t want to say what we are all thinking.
“Let’s go with the or.”
He sucks in a breath and shakes his head as he opens the laptop. “Okay. But I’m not looking at this shit. I’ll just grab some files and stash them deep in his hard drive. That way it looks more legit. Like he didn’t want anyone to find them.”
“Great. How long will it take?”
“A couple hours maybe? I need to make sure I leave bread crumbs with his IP address and other shit. Nothing huge, but small things to lead people to it.”
I nod. “Okay. Just put it back in his bag when you’re done and slide it under Lydia’s bed. We have to get ready and head to work.”
“You got it. But before I start, I have to ask, does he deserve this?”
I think for a moment. Does my dad actually deserve what I’m going to do? The question doesn’t bounce around long.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Okay.” He looks away from me and starts punching keys on the keyboard.
“Just let Carmen know how much I owe you. And… thanks.” The word doesn’t come out easily—it never has—but I feel I owe it to him. I don’t even know the dude, but here he is, risking his own neck to help me.
“Don’t worry about it. A friend of Carmen’s is a friend of mine.” I can see her roll her eyes with his answer.
“Right.” I can’t say thanks again. It’s too weird. So, I leave Lydia, Carmen, and Bradley alone in her room and start getting ready for work.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
MALCOLM
I didn’t go home last night. I couldn’t. After finding Lydia’s locket in Carter’s room, I decided to dig some more. I wanted to believe her—I really did—but I knew the bitch was lying. And the footage I got from the cameras proved that.
I glance at my watch, the same way I do every time I’m expecting her. She has exactly three minutes before I blow my fucking lid. Almost as if the universe heard my thoughts, my door creeps open and Lydia steps inside.
Normally my annoyance and frustrations would melt away at the sight of her, but considering the circumstances, and now seeing her beautiful long locks gone, it doesn’t. It makes all the anger I worked out of my system with Stella last night come back in full force.
I push off my desk and make it to her in three long strides, not even giving her time to close the door fully. I push my hand on the door, making it close the last few inches, and grip her now short hair. “What the fuck is this?”
When her eyes hit mine, the only thing I see in them is anger, and I wonder if mine seem like a mirror with how upset I feel. “My fucking hair.”
Her snappy reply pisses me off and makes all the anger inside of me explode and spill out. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her across the room and behind my desk. “First you lied to me, and now this? If you were trying to piss me off, you succeeded.”
I move the mouse to my computer, waking the device up, and shove her face to the screen where the picture of her and Carter in the elevator is broadcast. “Care to explain?”
I want her to tell me my eyes aren’t working properly or some other excuse as to what the fuck I’m seeing. I don’t want it to be true. She was supposed to be mine and only mine.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
God, why’d you have to do that? The logical side of my brain questions her, but the dark side takes over and acts fast.
Fuck her feelings. Fuck consent. Fuck everything.
I move her face from the screen and push the side of it into the top of my desk. I keep my hand locked in place. “You enjoy fucking my son?” Her silence is my answer, or at least the only answer I need. I shove my hand into her pocket and fish out her phone, then throw it across the room. Her breath shudders as her body goes rigid. “You think he can take you from me?”
“I’m not yours, Malcolm.” Her words are broken and full of hatred.
“You are. And I refuse to let you go.” I push her face harder as I use my other hand to rip her shorts down.
Finally, she starts to move. Her legs squirm, but I lock them in place with either of my knees around them. She tries to use her hands to push herself off my desk, so I remove my hand only long enough to grab the silk ties from my drawer. I grab both wrists, tie them together, then use the freedom of not worrying about her moving to undo my belt.
“I’m going to fucking mark you. Ruin you. When I’m done with you, he won’t want you.”
Her body stills, and her voice comes out calm. “Malcolm. Don’t do this. Please.”
The fear she’s trying to mask makes me smile.
I’ve known what I am for years, and I don’t think that will change anytime soon. I’m a sadist. A manipulator. Any and every bad word that comes to mind describes me to a t. But no one would know because I’ve perfected hiding it. I only give in to the urges I have partially. That’s exactly why I have Stella, but today is different.
There is no taming me. There is no stopping me. I feel zero remorse, and I haven’t even started.
I untangle the panties from her shorts and shove them into her mouth. Her muffled cries make my cock grow harder, and it brings a smile to my face. I haven’t had a woman like this since my ex-wife.
Ten. Fucking. Years.
Three thousand six hundred and fifty days.
That’s how long it’s been since I’ve let that side of me come out to play.
Lydia knows all I have on her, so I doubt she’ll run her mouth, and if she does, she’ll only tell Carter. And what the fuck is he going to do? Nothing.
I hate to admit it, but I’ve raised a pussy of a man. A man I can’t even be proud of because he possesses none of my fucking qualities, but he still manages to take everything that is mine. First, he and his piece-of-shit brother made their mother kill herself, and now he’s stolen Lydia. I don’t know how he does it, but I’m tired of it.
I tease her entrance after I push my pants down. “You thinking about him right now, baby? Are you picturing this is him shoving into you just to get through this?” Cries rack her body.
I take that as a yes.
I push myself into her slowly, practically coming at the vise grip her pussy uses to try and keep me out. “So fucking tight. Is that your fear?” I question, leaning over her body so I can speak into her ear. “Are you scared of me?” Another round of soft cries fills the room, making my cock twitch with need inside of her.
I let the weight of my body rest on her, stealing some of her breath as I pump into her. She’s never felt better to me. So tight, warm, and scared.
I push myself up and brace both hands on each of her ass cheeks. I spread them and squeeze her soft flesh as I stare at her hole. “Has he had your ass?”
She starts shaking her head, bucking her body, and screaming through her gag, but it’s still muffled enough no one will hear her.
A smile pulls the corners of my lips up. Finally, something he hasn’t tainted or stolen from me. I move one of my hands from her ass and bring it to her face, where a stream of tears runs down her cheek. “I’m going to use your tears as lube and fuck your ass until you bleed.”
Her body keeps moving, keeps struggling. I’m sure she thinks that will help her in some way, but it won’t. I like the fight.
