by Pamela Ann
The entire room ceased, all eyes trained on me.
“What will you do? This is your life’s work!” Cologne sure seemed to look like he was about to drop dead any second now.
“I’m to return home. I’ve already bought land. So, no need to fret for me.” I had anticipated this. Gisele was on a vengeful path, and she would hit where it hurt me the most. But I was done playing her games. If she wanted to vote in David Berg, then she could have at it. She knew what her father wanted; she didn’t need to be reminded of that.
“Gentlemen, I need a moment to speak to Mr. St. James.” Gisele unwaveringly pierced me with her stormy crystal-like eyes. “Now!” she bellowed, her voice echoing within the room before the scrambling men scattered and dissipated, exiting the heavy double oak doors. There was no mistaking that from the men’s tense forms, they were quite relieved to be temporarily dismissed.
Apathetic, my blank stare didn’t flicker away from her as the doors shut. With just her and me boldly glaring at each other, I mused how long it would take for her to blow her gasket. Noting the tumultuous blistering way she was gazing at me, I’d give her a minute, maybe two, tops.
Severe cerulean blues drilling into her, I daringly arched my brow as if to taunt her, as if to goad her to break the continuing battle of silence—of prides, of wills—she and I were embroiled in.
“You’re planning on leaving?” she shrieked as she placed her palms on the polished table, pushing up to her full height.
She wore a cream suit but had sacrificed any use of brassiere. A long gold chain grazed the valley of her breasts and torso. The fitted skirt skimmed her figure. If she was aiming for demure and pristine, the woman had miserably failed. Her arse looked obscene from this angle. One didn’t have to wonder at the type of view it gave from behind. She was beautiful, and she knew it, too. The woman had found her purpose, merely using her beauty, her sexuality as a weapon to any man. More importantly, to the man she wished to erase from her life. There was no trace of softness in her. She was just as I anticipated—ever so calculating, heady with the idea of pulling one over on me.
“Have you gone deaf, too?”
My jaw locked. Her shrilling and hollering wouldn’t get her anywhere. Engaging her was out of the question. Gisele had sashayed in here with all the intentions of a fight. Her claws were out. She craved conflict, to draw blood, to punish me in any way possible. Giving in would merely fuel the flames, and Christ, the woman was scorching. She was a blazing inferno. She salivated for a fight, and little old me wasn’t going to grant her one.
“Fucking answer me!”
A week and she was about to come apart at her hinges. In another week, she’d continue her scathing pilgrimage of trying to hurt me. The inner workings of her loathsome mind were predictable. She didn’t know how to handle it, so she lashed out. No words, no actions could ever fix the damage I had caused her. And for that, I’d forever regret it.
Dragging my sight away from her, I impassively got up from my chair and strode towards the glass wall, frowning as I stared out at the stunning San Francisco afternoon skyline before me. Guilt, bitterness, anger, frustration blocked my view from appreciating the beauty. “Fighting is pointless when there’s nothing else to fight about. I vowed to give you whatever you wanted, and I have—I am. Let’s leave it on that note, Gisele.”
“You’re going back to Australia. Is it because you’re afraid you’ll run into me if you stayed around town with Rose and your new baby in tow?” she disdainfully spat. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she? She’s carrying your child!” her hateful tirade continued. “Oh, I get it!” She snapped her fingers, as if something brilliant had just occurred to her. “You aren’t fighting me because your dead wife’s lookalike is pregnant with your baby, and you plan to marry her. Am I right or am I damn, right?”
My, she was on a roll today. Still, I persisted, unengaged. I was done fighting her. Quite exhaustively done fighting for her. Grim, my hands slipped into my tailored Dolce suit, prepared to close this chapter of my life as I spun to face the woman I had fallen in love with. “If you have nothing else of substance to spew, let’s call the lawyers back in. Let’s not waste each other’s time more than we already have.”
She scoffed. “I’m wasting your precious time now, is it?”
My nostrils flared, my bridled temper teetering. “This is what you wanted. You have everything you wished for, everything your cold heart desires, so if you’re done fuming, let’s wrap this up so we can get back to our jolly old lives and be done with it!”
She speedily struck my cheek, determined as ever to undermine my resolve.
Seething, my lips pressed together as I contained myself. “Lay a hand on me again, and I'm going to choke the living daylights out of you!”
She barely gave me a second before her blasted palm hit me again. She did. She bloody did!
“You wretched woman!” I thundered out as my hand curled, gripping her throat while I pinned her against the wall. “You vengeful, miserable cunt! What the bloody hell is wrong with you!” Obvious disdain strained all over me as I furiously spat at her. “You're rousing for a fight, and I refuse to give you one, so you choose to fucking hurt me!”
Her chin proudly tilted as she squirmed from my hold. “Hurt you? Am I not the one you lied to, cheated on during the entire time you were married to me?”
Son of a gun. Was she under the influence of some hallucinogen? Because this wasn’t lucid thinking. “I never cheated on you!”
“The Hell you didn't! And that bitch gets to have it all!” she callously roared. “I'm going to ruin you. Mark my words, you're going to regret ever fucking with me!”
I tightened my hold just enough to lessen her breath before easing it again. The only time I dared to hold her in such a way was when I was inches deep into her drenched cunt. “Do what you must, Gisele, if it helps you sleep at night.”
The evil woman let out a demonic laugh. “I don't need help to sleep. I have men at my disposal to give me something better than your mechanical fucking!”
My grip increased around her neck as images developed of her with Wyatt and nameless men fucking her senseless in her bed. It endlessly tortured me, and I hated her for planting such a vile thing in my already unsettled mind.
She felt it, too, and it was met with a mocking, cruel laugh. “Typical. You won't respond up until it's your manhood’s being insulted. That’s where the great Sir Genius draws the line.”
Christ. This was demented.
I growled into her face. “Stop demonizing me!” My body roughly shoved her again. The impact made her lose her stance. It parted her thighs, making her skirt ride up. It gave me a full-frontal of her clean, bare, glistening cunt. She was naked underneath. Which of those men she mentioned was she supposed to bare her cunt to after signing our divorce papers? White hot jealousy hopelessly possessed me as I drastically lowered my zipper before I slid into her soaked cunt in one precise thrust. Gisele sharply gasped as if something struck her upon my severe intrusion.
The moment my length was enveloped by her wet warmth, my body let out a violent shudder. I heaved out before my hips pulled back a little then propelled forward, fucking her with all my might. I channeled all of my hate, all of my love, my soul, my bloody fucking purpose into each raging thrust into her sopping cunt.
“I've missed you so much.”
She responded by opening her arms, clinging onto me, and she sought my lips, kissing me senselessly. “Don't stop!” she sobbed. “Baby, come inside me. Fill me with your seed.”
Bloody hell.
“I thought you hated my mechanical fucking?”
“I was lying. I touch myself, wishing it was you inside me.” Her hand gripped my ass, holding me in place as I fucked her harder. “Come to my bed when you need a quick fuck. I promise I won't ever turn you away—"
“Gisele, no.” We were divorcing, and indulging in reckless sex would only muddy the situation. I was not risking her hating me more t
han she already did.
“We have six months until it finalizes. Why can’t we fuck each other out of our systems?” Her other hand unlatched from my shoulder before it sought in between us, gloriously massaging my scrotum. “I won't have sex with anyone but you. I promise.”
Ecstasy flooded my sack as I tried to keep my orgasm at bay. “Why do you use your body to torture me?” Angry as I was, I still couldn’t resist her. She knew it was effective, too.
“You want this just as much as I do, or you wouldn't be inside me, fucking me into a wall.”
“I do want you.” But it didn’t mean we should keep on being hostile while managing to mate like bloody savages in heat.
“Then come to me tonight. Just think about it, okay? I'll sleep naked so you can come home and have your way with me.”
Christ. Fuck. “No.”
She seductively brushed her lips on my neck, whispering, “Promise me you'll think about it. If you come to me tonight, you'll have my vote.”
Appalled, I frowned at her gorgeous face. “You're blackmailing me.”
“I learn from the best,” she said before her lips parted, gasping as my cock stretched her to capacity. “Harder. Give it to me. Punish me. Rock my world, babe. Fuck me like you mean it.”
My cock throbbed as I covered her mouth with my hand, clamping it shut while I fucked her as she demanded.
“Come inside me, I need to feel you, please.”
“Kitten,” I roared into her neck as my orgasm shook my entirety. I lost it when she begged me to spill my seed within her womb, a common courtesy of our lovemaking before, but not once did she beg for me to do so. Her plea was primal, as if she wanted to connect with me however else she could.
Gisele clung onto me, euphoric. “Let’s finish up here, go back to the house, and continue this on our bed. I'm far from satisfied. I need you all night long.”
Sex was mind-blowing; there was no question about that. But it ended here…mainly because I didn’t trust myself with her. “No, Gisele,” I reiterated my rejection, hoping this time it would pierce into her haze-filled mind.
She gave me the typical horny Gisele look, head resting against the wall, half-closed lids, lips parting while her tongue toyed with her bottom lip and her cunt muscles activity massaged my girth to full attention. “Do you still love me?” she randomly asked, catching me off guard.
My hungry eyes roved over her face, basking in her beauty. “If I answer you, will you forget about divorcing me?”
She shook her head, denying me everything.
My nostrils flared, trying to not appear quite affected by her continuous rejection. “Then there you go.”
“Come to me tonight...my promise stands.”
“For how long? Up until you're done playing with me?” This was all a game. A sick, twisted game of her being out to hurt me.
Her cheeks flushed. “No, it’ll stand for as long as possible.” She painstakingly kissed me, and I didn't have the strength to pull away from her. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. “I'll wait for you tonight.”
“This wouldn’t be a good idea, Gisele.” I wanted her, but as my wife, not just some random fuck, and yet, this was all she was willing to offer me. Before I had fallen in love with her, this wouldn’t have bothered me, but things have shifted since then.
“I'll make it worth your while. I’ll be sure to touch myself before sleep so I'll be wet and ready for you.”
“You're so cruel,” I halfheartedly groaned, quite weakened at the thought of her readily available to cater to my needs.
“You won't regret it.” The seductress wasn’t letting up.
I hardly doubt that, I thought as I pulled out of her. Lost in our thoughts, we straightened ourselves up before we resumed with our respective lawyers reoccupying their positions.
Before we parted, Gisele strode over to me and kissed my cheek. “Don't take too long, husband.”
My chest burned. Everything in my body did. Much more so, my cock. I was left to wonder if I could truly resist the very woman who owned me.
34
Jared
It began to occur every hour since I left the lawyer’s office building. Gisele would send naked images of her. But the last one was a full-frontal with a caption “ready when you are,” and it had gotten me so hard in the middle of a bloody fucking meeting.
I furiously reddened, choking on my saliva before I gulped water as the rest of the core team worriedly inquired if I needed a moment to myself since I’d been short-fused as of late. If they only knew about my divorce and how my soon to be ex-wife was tormenting me with lurid images of her wet gorgeous cunt…
Anxiously, I slipped my phone into my pocket, not willing for it to distract me any more than it already had. However, even though I honed my focus at hand, the provoking image hadn’t left my thoughts, leaving my cock in a continuous hardened state.
It was fifteen past nine when I found myself exiting the building, my mind heavily weighing my options. It was even wrong to ponder, but it couldn’t be helped. She felt too good, so I wondered, if I indulged in one more night, would it be so detrimental? We had already shagged earlier, so it shouldn’t matter, right?
With my mind still undecided, I found myself at the hotel’s bar, drinking my woes away. A pretty lithe redhead sat next to me and ordered a drink. In no time, she and I were heavily flirting. Her green eyes were mesmerizing, but when she incessantly dropped hints to come resume the fun in her room, I had a moment.
Declining her invitation, I found myself hastily exiting the bar, but instead of going upstairs to the presidential suite, I strode towards the valet, jumped into my car, and headed straight towards the compound, distractedly needing one more whiff of my addiction.
Upon arriving, I drastically parked in the driveway before rushing indoors. It was midnight, and the house was calm and quiet as I climbed the stairs two steps at a time. It didn’t take long until I reached her bedroom. And just as she promised, her naked figure glistened in the candle-lit room. She was fast asleep, beautiful as ever.
Making love to her would’ve been divine, but at the same time, the need to simply hold her held more appeal. So, I did just that. After stripping my clothes off, I slid into bed naked and pulled her right against my body, holding her. Nostalgia hit me full-on.
This was home, and the sad realization made me tighten my hold on her. “I love you, kitten.” Kissing her neck, I’d never felt more alone than right at this moment.
I basked in her presence until sleep finally caught on, temporarily releasing me from agony.
It was sometime in the early morning when something pulled me out of my subconscious. A vacuum like suction flooded my system, pounding a heady rush of blood towards my cock. A pleasure groan escaped me as I gently thrust my pelvis into the ungodly force drawing me into its mighty pressure. “Christ Almighty, Gisele!” A reverberated sound grumbled from my chest as I savored each lick, each deep stroke of her mouth. I had definitely missed being woken up like this. Damn and fuck.
My overeager hand reached out to the back of her head, pushing her throat deeper, making her take more of me before she choked and immediately let go of me with a loud popping sound. A feline-like smile gleamed as she enthusiastically crawled on my body.
Gisele situated herself on top of me, ensuring her cunt lips sat in between my engorged length before leaning over to passionately kiss me. “Good morning, babe.” Her hips undulated, toying with my manhood as her lips erotically parted. She slowly rocked me, one hand pressed against my chest as she leveled herself, the other squeezing her luscious tit.
I was mesmerized. This was how she made love to me, arousing us both to the point of madness before she’d lower herself down on my pole. Meticulously watching our rubbing sexes, my slit continuously excreted pre-cum. Letting my thumb wipe off the excess liquid, I then smeared it on her pink button before bringing it to her lips to suck on.
“Fuck me, Gisele,” I lightly demanded just as
her phone rang, making her pause.
Biting her lip, she hesitated before she shrugged and mumbled something about forgetting about a call. It was six-fifteen in the morning. Who the bloody hell was calling her at this time? Irked at her sudden abruptness, the moment I saw her grasp the phone, I instantaneously snatched it from her. Dexter Berg, it said.
Gisele’s eyes bugged out before yanking it out of my hold. She then grabbed her robe and pressed the accept button as she hastily slid into the damning robe before stepping out on the balcony.
I might be the only man she had promised to have sex with, but it was rather obvious she was entertaining more than one. It was too much of a coincidence that she had persisted not signing the contract in regard to her votes. Again, I had succumbed to my urges before thinking it through. Now I was paying for it.
Boiling with unbridled rage, I swiftly gathered my clothes that lay abandoned on the floor before carelessly changing into them. Grasping my keys in hand, I then sprinted out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and then out of the front door. Just before I closed it, I could faintly hear Gisele coming after me, yelling my name.
The car was where I left it in the driveway. Hastily pressing the unlock button, I instantly yanked the car door open before sliding inside. It was right before I was about to step on the gas pedal when Gisele emerged and stood a couple of feet away from the car, earnestly trying to stop me from leaving.
“Don’t go,” she yelped, begging as her lips wobbled, imploring.
I locked my jaw, quite determined not to be swayed with her wiles. This wheel of madness wouldn’t stop until I put a halt to it. After all, given the opportunity, Gisele would take advantage of the situation. And since I was quite emotionally unstable where she was concerned, staying away would be the best course to take.
Throwing her one last death stare, I shifted gears and reversed the Aston on the circular driveway before maneuvering it towards the winding driveway and out of the gates. I felt nothing. She had stolen whatever warmth was left the moment she had abandoned me for the likes of Dexter Burg.
