Unhinged

by Pamela Ann

  Steadfast, I took my stride towards the inevitable door. The deafening sound of my heart pounding against my chest became a constant reminder of how nervous I truly was while opening the door to a different sexual realm than what I was used to with Damen.

  Was I surprised that I walked in on the woman I had seen him with earlier, gloriously naked on the bed, seductively touching and pleasuring herself, all for Hugo’s enjoyment? No, not really. This was his lifestyle. This was what he was used to. And what Hugo wanted, he got without a problem.

  Speaking of which, the very man of the night himself still had his clothes on, leisurely sitting in a leather wingback chair, lounging with a drink in hand, biding his time, possibly waiting until I had decided what to do with his ultimatum.

  Without saying a word, I raised my brow, as if to challenge him. There was a flicker of recognition flashing in his eyes, but he immediately hid it before summoning me to come to him.

  Conscious of my body, I directed a quick glance towards the unnamed brunette who was my replacement and seemed entirely lost in her own world of exploration.

  Swallowing what little saliva I had left, I bravely tiptoed towards him, as if I was still wearing my heels, without breaking eye contact with him.

  His eyes remained on mine instead of on the bareness of my stature.

  “You lost weight.” It was the first thing he said when I reached his side.

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was it a jibe or a stated fact to make me realize that I needed to put more meat on my body to be deemed sexy enough? I wasn’t quite sure yet.

  Brushing his comment aside, I gave him a sharp look. “I didn’t come here tonight to be lectured about my weight, Hugo Xavier.”

  A genuine smile toyed about his lips. A lethal smile, it truly was. And by God, what a simple smile could do to a woman…

  “I like this version of you, Isobel,” he murmured with pure admiration.

  Something flourished inside me upon hearing his approval.

  “You were not into risqué. Have I corrupted you well, ma belle?”

  No, it wasn’t corruption, more like something between unadulterated passion and pure madness, though it wouldn’t be wise to admit this to him. I was braving it out for him.

  “Is that a compliment I hear in your voice, Hugo?”

  “Amongst other things.” His beautiful face gazed on me, leaving me feverishly breathless. “Come here and sit on my lap, Isobel.” He gently commanded, and I anxiously did as he asked.

  With me uncomfortably sitting on his leg, he then lifted his glass to my lips, offering me a sip of his drink. I parted my lips slightly to let the strong, stiff drink enter my already buzzed system. Once done, he took the rest of the drink before placing the empty glass on the table next to him.

  Light, feathery touches graced the side of my arm, as if he wanted to feel the soft, silkiness of my skin while his eyes took note of the pebbled peaks produced by a simple touch alone.

  “Do you get aroused thinking of me in between your thighs, Isobel?” he asked in a teasing tone.

  Though I appeared calm as a cucumber, I was actually having a difficult time clenching my pussy muscles, because I didn’t want my wetness to slip out; thus making his pants damp with my moisture. The very thought was mortifying.

  “There’s no need to be ashamed of wanting a cock. The only thing that’s hindering you from obtaining it is to show how severely you want it to fuck you…”

  My word, I should be offended by the way he was talking to me, but the effect was the opposite.

  Licking my lips, I tried to match his attitude. “What should I do now?”

  He nodded towards the bed before giving me a salacious look. “Go join Arianne in bed. Let her play with you and vice versa. I want to see how eager you truly are.”

  Oh, my.

  So Arianne was her name. Must I truly exchange anything with the woman? Damn, I could play nice … for a little bit longer. I supposed I could. I knew from Chantel and Sherry that they did this sort of thing with him all the time, but he had never asked me to do anything until tonight. It just proved where I stood with him these days, which certainly wasn’t on even ground.

  All righty, then. I had to face the music and dance to his beat.

  Chapter 9

  Isobel

  Arianne didn’t utter a complaint when I joined her in bed. In fact, she seemed far more excited to greet me, much to my chagrin. Truth be told, I was hoping for some standoff or a slight suggestion of a catfight, but hell, the woman was far too stimulated to think of anything along the lines of rational thinking, I supposed.

  When her beautiful face indecently dipped, heading down south for some exploration, I barely made an audible gasp of protest. I was too taken aback by her rather powerful tongue twister—thruster more like—to prepare myself for the kind of craziness that truly entailed.

  First off, I had never had one-on-one action with a woman, let alone have one pleasuring me in such lovely manner. There was a difference, of course, comparing a man and a woman. The feminine touch was more intimate and soft, and the opposite sex simply didn’t do soft, more like they devoured your cunt as a hurricane would. The comparison made me choke on my own giggle, and Miss Arianne mistakenly took that as a signal that I was keen on her performance; thus making her much too eager to put more hands on me.

  Damn, if she weren’t good, I would have screamed murder. Did I feel violated? Not entirely, though I wasn’t truly comfortable if one must admit. Did I get any pleasure at all? Yes, definitely.

  “Do you like Arianne’s tongue fucking your pussy, Isobel?” Hugo’s voice came out of nowhere, making me snap my eyes open to search for him. He was right behind Arianne, minus his clothes.

  I frowned at him, wondering if he had chosen to have sex with her instead of me. Before I could voice my protest, I saw him reach for his cock then plant a hard smack on Arianne’s bottom, summoning her to point her ass towards its master.

  “Hugo—” I gasped in shock when I saw him thrust into her from behind, causing me to go cold inside.

  Fuck. I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. He fucking did it. He fucking did it!

  Hatred conquered me in a heartbeat. Radiating with it, I gave him a look that suggested how much I wanted to murder him. His own eyes were harsh, cold, and distant. It was as if he was trying to relay a message to me, as if he was telling me I would never get what I wanted because I had missed my chance the moment he had learned of my betrayal. There was no way of getting him back, even if I resorted to using my body to get what I wanted. He surely was formidable. I just didn’t know how much of a tough arse he was until that moment.

  Arianne continued to service me while Hugo was fucking her harder by the second. I wanted to leave, I wanted to stab him in the eye before stepping on his balls, but for some odd, trance-like reason, the serious hate we were communicating through our eyes held me from taking action.

  He was grunting some harsh French that I couldn’t grasp as he paced himself faster, as if he was about to reach an orgasmic peak. Trembling from all the emotions that wreaked havoc in me, tears threatened to spill before I unlatched myself from Arianne’s grappling hands. I slid across the bed to get to him and unceremoniously slapped him hard just as he was ejaculating.

  “You bastard!” I screeched before scrambling to get away from the tragedy.

  Idiot! God, I would never forgive myself for this. What had I been thinking?

  My mind rambled as I dashed towards the door, yanking it open before I ran to where I had left my clothes on the floor and immediately hid myself in the nearest room to change. Hot tears spilled freely as I switched the light on to find myself in a beautiful powder room. When I found my reflection on the mirror, I was too horrified to see myself, so I instantly shut the lights off again.

  Of all the things I had pictured, anticipated to happen tonight, that wasn’t one of them. Tonight was done with one purpose in his mind, and that was to simply hurt m
e. Well, he had succeeded. I would most assuredly crawl back to where I had come from without any fond thoughts of him.

  A rap on the door as the handle jimmied to be open made me tense, knowing quite well who it was wanting to come inside the door.

  “Isobel…”

  Shaking my head, I wiped my tears away, not wanting to deal with him anymore.

  “Isobel! Open the bloody door, or I’ll do it myself forcefully!”

  His threats didn’t do anything to the coldness I felt in my heart. He had done enough. He had done so much that it might take me years to recover from the kind of humiliation he had put me through. What kind of a blasted man would insult me that way? Well, Hugo would, simply because he could. He didn’t have any moral conduct and didn’t play by society’s rules. He made his own, unique in every sense of the word.

  “Isobel!” he bellowed in a determined tone. “I’m coming through!”

  What for? I wanted to ask, shocked that his threat hadn’t been empty.

  Without another word, he blasted through the damned door with a swift kick, frightening me and leaving the now broken door slightly ajar.

  “Why are you hiding from me?” he demanded harshly. Possessed with anger, he hadn’t even had the decency to put some clothes on.

  The very thought of him moments ago having sex with Arianne as I mortifyingly watched made my stomach churn.

  “Please leave me alone, Hugo. You made your point. Let me get dressed, and then I’ll leave, forever. I give you my word. I won’t ever seek you out. Ever.”

  “You. Slapped. Me,” he uttered succinctly as he slowly charged towards me.

  The only light that filtered through was from the slightly cracked door, yet even in darkness, the man still affected me.

  Taking small steps to avoid him, I nervously gazed at him. “You knew, and yet you had to disrespect me in such a way! You could’ve saved me the humiliation—”

  His face changed entirely. “Disrespect you, Isobel? Is that what I did?” He barked out a cruel laugh. “Then what about your betrayal, huh? When you freely gave something that wasn’t yours to give?” he growled the words out, incensed. “You. Were. Mine.”

  I trembled at the way he enunciated every word.

  “You were mine, Isobel!” he grunted the words into my face, making me. “And yet you let another man fuck your body, a body that was fucking mine to have, to own until I was done with it. I bloody trusted you!”

  Quivering, I sought his eyes. “I’m sorry. You don’t know how much—”

  “Sorry? Sorry? You think I could forgive you just because you utter those words? You don’t know me at all.”

  “I am sorry, and I meant every word of it. But, there’s no point in any of this, not anymore. So, please, get out so I can get dressed and leave you to live your grand lifestyle.” Above all, I was exhausted, too exhausted to fight with him, too embarrassed to dwell on what had transpired in this hotel room.

  “You can’t simply try to come back into my life and think there’d be no consequences, Isobel!”

  Rage rolled off me in spades. “You have done enough, you stupid bastard! I get it—you don’t want me, okay? So fucking leave me alone so I can get back to my life!”

  “Yeah, I don’t want you,” he huffed out derogatorily.

  My hand connected with his cheek for the second time. The loud thwacking sound echoed in the air as my hand started to feel numb from the force I had used.

  “Hugo…” I meant to apologize, but the deadly look he was giving me made the words dissolve on my tongue as I momentarily feared for my own life.

  Trepidation filled my existence as the time stretched to a standstill while I waited for him to do something harmful to me.

  The air between us was charged with something dangerous, and when I saw him stick out the tip of his tongue on the side of his lips, as if calculating the right time to punish me, it almost made me whimper.

  “Hurt me more,” he commanded as he came closer until his chest brushed against my breasts. “Hurt me. Hit me. Go ahead.”

  “No. I don’t want to partake in any of your twisted mind games, Hugo.” Though I was petrified, I had too much to lose if I acted on my urges. Truth be told, I wanted to kill the idiot for doing this to me.

  “Did you like seeing me fuck her the way you wanted to be fucked, Isobel?” His question threw me off. If he wanted to bait me to fight back, he was doing it perfectly.

  “You’re not the only guy I know who knows how to pleasure a woman, Hugo. Thank you for actually doing what you did. Now I can do whatever I want without feeling guilty at all. So, again, thank you for freeing me.”

  He pressed his cock hard against my stomach, challenging me. “I see,” he grunted out. “Do you need me to take you to Damen’s arms tonight, ma belle? I doubt he can pleasure you the way I can…”

  The feel of his cock against my skin disgusted and thrilled me at the same time, which only frustrated me more. What was wrong with me? Why was my body still welcoming him, even though it should be reacting the other way around? Why? Why fucking why? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. If he didn’t back away from me any time soon, I would be in much bigger trouble, but how could I push him away? How did I get him so angry that he would let me go without a fight?

  The answer was fairly simple, coming to me almost instantly—Damen.

  “I’m marrying him, but before I do, I wanted to get you out of my system. That’s why I’m here tonight. But I’m grateful in a way that you did what you did tonight because it merely cemented how much I love him and how I would never in a million years let a man of your caliber intimately touch me. Tonight, you reminded me why I never wanted you the way you wanted me. It’s because you’re not worthy of loyalty.”

  I had expected him to walk away; instead, he was heavily breathing down on me, looking like a dragon that was about to bring down its fiery wrath upon its victims.

  The victim being me.

  Chapter 10

  Hugo

  I’m marrying him…

  Get you out of my system…

  Cemented how much I love him…

  I never wanted you…

  You’re not worthy of loyalty…

  Her words echoed in my mind, chanting like a bloody broken record. She came here for one last hurrah before she decided to play the faithful bride? Isobel, how you fuck with my head.

  Her body quaked against mine, possibly afraid of what I would do to her. Her instincts were on par, because I didn’t trust myself at the moment. The words that had come out of her treacherous lips hurt me more than I dared admit. She deemed me unworthy of her, and maybe it was true. Maybe I was. Did she have to state it as such, though?

  “I’m sure Damen likes bedding a cold fish for a wife.” The insult effortlessly came out of my lips, but the pain in her eyes made me stop for a moment. However, as soon as the repetitive chant resumed in my mind, my hard demeanor came back with a vengeance.

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t what, ma belle?” I bitterly whispered against her shaking lips. “Kiss you? But your lips are hungry for me…” My tongue snaked out of its hiding, tasting the bottom of her lip, teasing, provoking. She was breathing raggedly, and the feel of her breasts brushing against my skin as she took each breath made it difficult to think straight.

  She was truly delectable, delicious to savor. However, I was done playing nice. I was through being a gentleman.

  I stood my ground as I used my thigh to separate her legs, shifting my body so my cock teased her opening. I let out a hissing sound when she moaned upon contact, my cock blissfully lavishing on her hot, slick pussy.

  Lie as she might about not wanting me any longer, her body sure told a different story.

  “Hugo,” she said, moaning my name against my lips.

  Without hesitation, I thrust into her cunt, impaling her deeply while her body tried to accommodate my size. Her pussy was so tight—the tightest I had ever had—that it left me ree
ling in pleasurable shock. It felt like her hot tunnel was squeezing every inch of me. For a moment, I basked in the feel of her, wanting to cement this feeling to memory. Forever.

  “You feel…” I rasped out breathlessly. “I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times in my dreams, but never did I think it would be this beautiful.”

  “I … hate … you … so … fucking… much,” she whispered against my lips, punctuating each word with a kiss.

  “I hate you, too.” I accompanied my reply with sliding my cock out of her, leaving the bulbous tip at her entrance, before slamming back into her luscious body. “I hate you, Isobel.” I meant it, yet I couldn’t stop taking her over and over again.

  She whimpered as if in pain. “Then stop fucking me! If you hate me so much, then bloody stop this!” Her fists were on my chest, trying to push me away, fighting me off.

  I wished I could stop. Still, she had to know that there was no going back from here, especially not after this, most definitely not after this.

  Chapter 11

  Isobel

  My demands were met with Hugo’s powerful thrusts. It was infuriating, vexing, and at the same time, polarizing to feel him move inside me. I had wanted this, and when he had placed his cock teasingly between my wet folds, there had been no going back. I was shameless when it came to him, yet the anger I had for him kept resurfacing because the blasted fool hadn’t even dared to kiss me like he used to.

  His kisses were everything to me at one point. They had a way of making me feel more beautiful than any words, than any material things I had been given. And I had thought that giving this part of me would unleash the same need inside him, but it was rather obvious that this was simply to teach me a lesson, nothing more.

  “You… have to stop…” Though, yes, I was protesting, my body was a willing captive to his mercenary ways.