Dangerous Desires

by Tia Siren

  His crooked grin starts as he watches my reaction. He must know I've never had anything this big inside me. "That's all for you, Zoe. Think you can handle it?"

  I laugh and wrap my legs around him again, then grind into the massive slab that rests between my wet pussy lips. "I can handle anything you give me."

  I feel Evan's cock slip away. I want to hold him and keep him from moving away, but he's determined. His lips trail back down my stomach and he stops in midair just before my spread legs. "Just wait," he says. "I have some important business to attend to first."

  I giggle and squirm as his lips make their way down the ticklish space of my inner thigh. He even makes sex sound like serious business.

  His breath is hot and tingly as it travels over my skin, then all at once his mouth is covering my entire pussy. I gasp and squirm but he holds my thighs firmly. I open my eyes for a moment and he's watching my every move. He pushes my legs as wide as they will go and devours every part of me.

  My hips move toward him when I feel his fingers enter me. They push inside me, curl forward, and touch a place that no one has ever touched. Suddenly I can't think or see or hear. All I can do is feel Evan, his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me.

  I pull my legs up and hold onto them. I want to open myself up as wide as I can for him. And when the orgasm washes over me, I don't feel a separation between us at all. I can't tell where I end and where he begins. I'm floating in a space that only includes the two of us.

  When my body stops convulsing and my legs start to close, Evan moves on top of me quickly. He moves the head of his cock up and down my pussy for a moment, then watches my eyes as he enters me.

  At first, I think he must already be all the way inside me, but I'm totally wrong.

  "Do you want me to slow down?" he asks, a concerned look on his face. "Do you think you can take more of me in?"

  "You're not all the way in?" I gasp.

  "No. Not even close."

  I look down and am amazed to see that the only thing inside me is the head of his cock. "Oh my God," I say under my breath.

  "Are you okay, Zoe? Am I hurting you?"

  "No, I'm fine," I say. "I want you inside me, Evan. All of you."

  "I'll go slow." His body starts to move as he makes shallow thrusts into me, but his eyes don't leave mine for one second.

  I can feel him pushing into me and spreading me wide. "Oh God, Evan."

  I close my eyes and roll my head back, but every time I open them again, he's right there staring down at me. Deep moans are coming from my throat with each thrust. I can feel him enter me deeper and deeper, filling me up completely.

  "Evan," I scream when I feel his body grind up against mine. I know that he's in all the way, and my body and mind are exploding with pleasure. "Oh God, Evan, you feel amazing!"

  He starts to pick up speed, each thrust making me scream. But I'm not in pain. I'm screaming for Evan to fuck me harder. I want to feel that massive cock slam into me with full force.

  With a growl that shoots straight to my pussy, Evan grips my ass cheeks and holds me in place while he rams his cock into me.

  My body starts to shake and I lose complete control of myself. I don't know what I'm doing or saying anymore. I just know that having Evan inside me is the most amazing thing I've ever felt.

  "Zoe," he gasps. "Oh fuck, I'm coming."

  Evan's body tenses, then he pushes himself into me even further and holds me there. I can feel him quiver when he shoots his warm stream inside me. I wrap my arms around him and feel his body moving against mine until every ounce of energy is drained from both of us.

  Evan rolls to the side, but stays inside of me and we fall asleep intertwined in each other's arms.

  "So what was Kyle talking about in the car?" I ask. I know he's awake, because he's been kissing me for the last ten minutes. I watch Evan's eyes open as a smile spreads across his face.

  "Oh, so you were awake for that? How much did you hear?"

  "Pretty much everything," I say with a grin. "I heard him tell you that you should tell me how you felt about me. If I hadn't, I don't think I would've had the guts."

  "The guts for what?" he asks, tightening his grip on me.

  "To get in the shower with you. I mean, I still wasn't sure what you were going to do. But when I saw you in there, looking so incredibly sexy with all that water dripping down your body …" I drop my head to Evan's chest. I can feel my face getting hot from telling him how I feel.

  "Well, I'm glad I looked so good," he says, his body shaking with laughter. "To tell you the truth, I was feeling pretty bad about everything. I didn't know what to say to you. I'm really glad you worked up the courage. I don't know if I would've been able to."

  "But why?"

  "I didn't want to hurt you. I know your dad really did a number on you, and I felt like I needed to be a better man than he was. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, and like I said, I didn't want to be selfish." Evan takes my face in his hands. "I don't ever want to be the reason that you cry, Zoe. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. That's all I want now."

  "I don't know what to say." Of course, my eyes are filling with stupid tears again. I've cried so much in the last couple days, but the thing is, ever since I kissed Evan, they've all been happy tears. Every single one.

  I'm in awe of him now. I realize just how much he cares; how much he's always cared. He's been trying to keep me safe all this time. He's risked his life over and over to save me from those men, then from Max. I don't know how I got so lucky to have someone like him in my life, or how it's possible that someone as amazing as Evan could actually be in love with me.

  I put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat while more tears fall from my eyes. I've never been more comforted by a sound in my life. I'd be the happiest person in the world even if that's all I ever heard again.

  "So are you going to work with those guys?" I ask after a long silence.

  "Well, I'll see how things go with Graham."

  "He's the other one that ran The Daddy Games?"

  "Yeah, he's my other partner."

  "And now you're going to be partners with them in that whole thing?"

  "Well, I hope so. I don't have a job."

  I look up at Evan and he laughs.

  "It really blows my mind that you're friends with them," I say.

  "Why?"

  "I don't know. They're so … into sex." I laugh out loud at what I've just said.

  "And I'm not?"

  I can feel my face getting hot again. "No, you know what I mean. Those guys are really into sex."

  "Explain to me how I'm not really into sex?" The smile on Evan's face disappears, and I'm worried that I've offended him.

  "No, it's just that—"

  "I'm listening."

  "No, I mean—"

  "I'm all ears. Please explain how these guys are so much more into sex than I am."

  "Evan! What I mean is … oh God, I don't even know what I mean." I bury my face in Evan's chest and try to hide from him.

  "You sure as hell don't, young lady. You may regret having said that for the rest of your life. I think I'm going to have to show you just how into sex I am."

  I scream as Evan flips me over on the bed and when I see the smile on his face and the intense look in his eyes, I know I'm really in for it now.

  The End

  Illicit Temptation

  Alexis Angel

  1

  Percy

  There’s nothing more enjoyable than watching your enemy bow his head in submission. It must be so humiliating for him to concede to you that you’re the better man. The stronger man. I love it. It’s why I love this game. This job.

  I’m sitting across the conference table on the 67th floor of the global headquarters of Lowell and Company

  That’s my company, Lowell and Company. I’m the CEO, Percy Kane.

  Let me tell you right off the bat that you’re not going to like m
e.

  I’m vain. Arrogant. I lie. Cheat. I’ve stolen from my friends.

  I even got this job by lying, cheating, and stealing.

  I married Florentyna Kane, the heiress to one of the great New England banking families. I pursued her once she graduated from Radcliffe, and I didn’t stop until I got her to fall in love with me. And she fell hard.

  We were married. I began to insert myself more and more into managing the family business. If other relatives objected, it didn't matter. Florentyna was the person who had inherited the controlling 67% share in the company. Her decisions were the only ones that mattered.

  I became a member of the Board of Directors for Lowell & Co soon after our marriage. In less than six months, she was the only one who voted for me to become CEO.

  Once I became chief executive, I began to figure out a way to get rid of her. See, it wasn’t enough to simply divorce her. She could always retaliate and fire me. I had to come up with an alternative way out.

  I began to transform myself from a loving husband to a person she began to fear.

  I let her “catch” me cheating on her. She walked in and caught me in bed with a high-priced hooker sucking my cock. I had her continue as Florentyna stood there, watching with horror as the woman began stroking me, until I came all over our marriage bed.

  She was inconsolable, but I couldn't let it lead to divorce. I went to her immediately and begged forgiveness. Told her I was completely stressed out at work. I lied through my teeth. Told her it would never happen again. She believed me. How could she not? She still loved me.

  During this time, I had my lawyer, JD Edwards, begin to alter the terms of the prenup that Florentyna and I had signed. With so many contracts and pieces of paper, I moved these in with the rest, and used the period where she was fragile and trying to trust me to get her to alter the terms of our arrangement.

  Once appropriate documentation had been had, I really began to put the screws in. Florentyna wouldn’t see me for days at a time. When she did, it was after I would smell of other women. She began to accept this as part of our marriage—something that she’d have to live with. But I couldn’t let her get used to it. I began to bring the women home. They’d come have dinner. Florentyna would go away. She began to spend more and more time out of the house. In time, she began to make friends. And, as a beautiful woman who looked single, she began to turn men’s heads.

  And then came the final piece. After one year of being tortured at home, untouched by her husband as he slept with countless whores, Florentyna gave in and slept with another man. I know. Because my private investigator, who was following her, filmed it.

  Only she didn’t just sleep with him once. She kept seeing him. Probably fell in love with him. She spent months away from me. I didn’t mind. I was perfectly fine living in our penthouse suite at 700 Park Avenue. Eventually, a week before her due date, she came to me, telling me she was pregnant and wanted a divorce. Now I was ready. I showed her the tapes and evidence I had. Told her I’d clean her out based on her prenup. The way it had been written, adultery committed by me was nothing. By her, it was tantamount to losing everything.

  She was shocked to say the least. Then I put in the final nail. I served her with divorce papers that I had ready. Told her that her rampant infidelity was causing me to dissolve the marriage.

  You should have seen the look on her face when she found out that by the terms of our divorce she was giving me her father’s company.

  I think that’s what threw her into shock. Sent her into labor. The fact that she had been fooled so badly that she had basically given away the company her family had spent 300 years building—it robbed her of her will to live. She died in childbirth. Actually, that was pretty efficient.

  I took the baby. Of course her lover wanted to care for him, but with enough money in his bank account he was persuaded.

  I now had everything. A son. Kane and Company Everything.

  I didn’t really care that Parker Kane wasn’t my biological son. He was the symbol of my victory, more than anything else. Proof that you don’t fuck with Percy Kane.

  That thrill, I’m feeling all over again, watching James Gordon as he looks over the paperwork. Stupid fucker thought he could lead a shareholder revolt against me.

  “If the terms seem harsh, Jim,” I say to him lightly as I finger my cigar, oblivious to the rows of lawyers we have sitting on either side of us. “It’s to make sure that you never, ever try and pull a stunt like you did.”

  “Percy, you’re getting this company into risky investments,” Jim says looking up at me. “I’m only concerned for the 300,000 people we employ.”

  Well I’m not. I shrug. “There’s a clause there that should leave you with enough money to live comfortably, but should you ever try and mount a takeover or be associated with one, you’ll be on the street, penniless,” I let him know. As if he can’t read. But what alternative does he have? I bought the bank that he borrowed money from. If I call in the loans he took to buy my stock, he’ll be broke. Bankrupt. No coming back from that.

  James sighs, looks at me one last time, and goes to sign.

  But there’s one last thing I want. One last thing to really throw in his face and show him just how much I own him.

  “Jim,” I say and he looks up, wondering what I could possibly want now. “I’m going to need one more thing.”

  “What’s that, Percy?” James asks me, defeated.

  “During the Renaissance, the Medici banking family in Italy engaged in a series of feuds that led to their version of corporate wars,” I say, affecting an air of sophistication as I wave around my cigar. “At the end of it, the loser always gave their daughter in marriage to the head of the Medici family—either as a concubine or a wife. That last page there is a marriage contract. Get your daughter to sit next to you to sign it.”

  Horror crosses James’ face. Now he understands why I had my lawyers name Rebecca Gordon as needing to be present at the signature.

  “Percy…no!” James cries. He can’t believe the situation he’s fallen into.

  I shrug.

  “The sins of the fathers are usually paid for by the children, Jim,” I say to his horror-stricken face. “It’s either she marries me and lives in luxury as a sad and lonely woman, or she joins her father in the poorhouse. Maybe she can turn tricks in Washington Heights? I hear the Dominicans pay top dollar for Ivy League educated white girls.”

  His lawyers look at me like I’m the Devil. I probably am. But it sure feels good.

  I get out of my seat, light my cigar, and head for the door. I’m not going to give him the dignity of being there for his signature. But as I leave, I know I hear the sound of his pen signing the paper.

  Victory. It’s a fabulous feeling.

  2

  Ashley

  The limo pulls up to 700 Park. Mom’s crying openly. Dad’s holding her, looking like he’s going to cry any minute now too. He thinks this is his fault. But I can’t blame him. He had to do what he thought was right.

  “Take care, baby girl,” he says and hugs me. He’s looking at me like he’s sending me off to the Devil. From everything I’ve heard about the Kanes, he’s probably right.

  My mother can’t bear to look at me as I open the door to the limo and grab my suitcase. Our marriage contract was handled via FedEx. I got the documents and signed them. They were already pre-signed by Percy. Attached was a Nondisclosure Agreement. I agreed to never reveal how we were married. If asked, I had to respond that we were married in a private ceremony in Connecticut.

  I can do that. I’ve lied in the past about boys. About love. Sex. Never marriage, but it can’t be that hard. I’ll do whatever it takes if it means Daddy and Mom don’t end up broke. We’re not as rich as Percy—we don’t have billions of dollars, but they have enough to feel it if they lose everything.

  The doorman opens the door for me. My keys are waiting in the lobby. Yeah, Percy isn’t here to greet me, but I’m not really
that surprised. I didn’t expect him to be, after everything I’ve heard about him.

  Maybe I grew up sheltered, I think to myself as I walk to the elevator. I mean, I went to private school here in the city. Never really had a job yet. Sure, I did some modeling after graduating from college at Vassar. I modeled on and off for a few years. It was enough to keep my apartment in Union Square until my trust fund kicked in. And I kept doing it afterwards as a way to meet men.

  But I never really found a guy I liked. A guy I could settle down with. All the cute-looking ones were too inexperienced. They didn't know how to treat a lady, and I ended up having to teach them. The older ones that had the established career and finances were all too…old. Talk about sagging man boobs and a belly full of scotch.

  A guy isn’t ready to be with until he’s at least 40, in my eyes, you know? I mean, I understand some women get married when they're in high school. I partied way too much and may have slept around a lot more than I should during high school and college. And then in my 20s. By the time I hit my 30s, all the ones who wanted to settle down were already taken.

  And I mean, at 36, I’m not ready to settle just yet. I’m still pretty, I think. I mean, I don’t go around telling people I’m pretty; please don't think I’m that kind of girl. I mean, I try to work out, eat right, take care of how I look. I try to dress up. I haven’t let age take its toll on me yet.

  And also, I haven’t given up on Prince Charming. I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, driving around, looking for me. Most likely he got lost and he’s too stubborn to ask for directions.

  The elevator comes up to the 22nd floor. I use my key to get in.

  It’s a penthouse apartment. Bigger than anything I could have ever imagined. I mean, my parents don’t do badly. They have a comfortable life in Westchester in a nice house. They were able to set up a small trust fund for me to live on; it pays an annual amount of $100,000.