SEVER

by Melissa Jane

  Slipping out of the car, I skulk across the street, sidle up alongside the house, and take my position against the fence. Beast is there within a heartbeat, snuffling and grunting through the gap, and claiming his stake next to me.

  “At least you’re still loyal to me, Beast. Even if we did start out a little rocky.” I give his head a ruffle in greeting, and wait and watch for anything that might give me some answers. At first there’s nothing, I can’t see or hear them. But after a few moments, a conversation springs to life in what I assume is the kitchen. While still out of view, the voices are close enough to hear.

  “You have to talk to her, Shawn,” Samantha starts, her tone causing my heart to thud. It isn’t a suggestion between concerned in-laws. “We can’t carry on like this behind her back. It’s already been going on in secret for too long.”

  “That’s a ridiculous idea,” he says, shutting her down. “We can’t, Sam, you know that. There’s absolutely no way on this earth that Blythe can find out, no matter how intense things get. Things are already fucked-up enough.”

  What the actual fuck?

  Shawn and Sam!

  Sam and Shawn!

  A knife plunges into my heart.

  I’ve imagined many scenarios. But. Not. This.

  “She’s asking questions, and a lot of them. My sister isn’t stupid, she knows something’s wrong with us both, and soon she’s going to piece it all together. And I can assure you, Blythe will explode and we’ll regret not saying anything sooner.”

  “I understand what you’re saying. I truly do.” Shawn’s tone turns desperate and it makes me sick. It’s the sound of a man who never wants his wife to know his dirty little secret. “But I’m doing what I can to stay away from her, so you should do the same. I even missed mediation so I wouldn’t have to answer her hard-hitting questions. And my wife is good at those. And I’m doing that because the less she knows, the better.”

  “You’re still calling her your wife as if you’re still together,” my traitorous sister states with annoyance. “She doesn’t want anything to do with you, but you insist on keeping her hanging by a thread. Why don’t you put Blythe out of her misery?”

  The knife twists a little more.

  Just go straight for the jugular, Sam.

  “It just doesn’t seem right,” she continues. “My relationship with her fractures a little more with every call I miss, all the messages I never respond to, and the questions I dodge and weave. I’m running out of excuses.”

  “So, don’t give her any.”

  “You just told me not to tell the truth, Shawn. Which is it?”

  “Look, Sam… what you’ve done is nothing in comparison to what I’ve done.”

  “That doesn’t make any of this right.”

  “That’s because none of it is right.”

  At least he has the balls to admit that much.

  Their voices grow louder as they emerge in the living room, tears flowing while I observe the state of them. Shawn’s pressed white collared shirt is unbuttoned, revealing his toned and impeccable abs, while Sam turns her back to him so he can zip up a very sexy, very expensive, designer dress. I watch his knuckles graze her skin while he handles the zip. I watch as Sam pulls her beautiful straight locks over her shoulder, exposing her flawless shoulders. The whole scene plays out, and I can feel every touch, deliberate or not.

  What had they been doing prior to my arrival?

  My heart plunges at the very thought I’ve caught them post-fuck.

  “Look, Sam…” Shawn gently spins my sister around to face him and cups her cheeks in a tender moment that makes me want to vomit, “I just need a little while longer. Can you give me that?”

  A while longer?

  What for?

  To have me killed off before he can move on with my own sister?

  Sam sighs heavily. “Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

  “Neither am I, but right now Blythe is better off left in the dark. We both have too much to lose otherwise.”

  I clamp a hand over my mouth, stifling the sobs. The two people I love the most have committed the ultimate betrayal.

  How long has this been going on?

  Have they spent wild, crazy nights together having sex, while laughing at my stupidity?

  Unable to stare deceit in the face any longer, I stagger to my feet and run to the car. Before I climb inside, I bend at the waist and vomit twice before the anxiety in my gut abates.

  Once I’m driving home, my chest heaving with sobs, I’m faced with yet another sickening thought. It all makes perfect sense now, and it’s more of a disturbing answer than I ever anticipated. The money Shawn’s taken from our joint bank accounts has to have gone somewhere, and now I know where—Sam’s new car, new house, new designer clothes. The bastard stole from me to give to my lying, deceiving sister.

  THE HOT WATER feels like needles against my skin but it hurts less than the ache in my heart. Sobbing on the shower floor, I’ve lost track of time, my mind cruelly replaying their traitorous words and tender moments with each other. That night Sam had taken me out to Othello’s, she’d so cleverly masqueraded as a concerned sister, when in reality, she was fucking my husband behind my back, all in the hope of never being caught. And I wouldn’t have caught them had I not decided at the last minute to pressure Sam into answers. They just aren’t the answers I ever thought I’d hear.

  I’ve been in the shower for quite some time. When I run out of tears and my heart turns numb, my fingers turn prune-like and my skin’s bright red, I’m still sitting, staring at the same tile with the slight wobble in the grout, dispassionately contemplating what course of action to take next.

  My attorney can deal with the recent developments because I simply don’t have the strength to think about it.

  The bathroom door opens but I’m too numb to even care, even though I should be alone in my apartment. Moments later, the shower turns off leaving me momentarily shivering until strong arms lift me off the puddled floor and cradle me close to his chest. The cologne is enough of a giveaway, and I sink into Kane Alexander’s arms, seeking the comfort I’ve so longed for but can only find from him alone. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him carry me, sopping wet, to the bed. Positioning me on the edge, he wraps a towel around my shoulders and dries my long hair with another. He’s gentle and nurturing while taking charge of the situation when he knows I can’t. Kane continues in silence until I’m fully dry, with my dressing gown pulled tight around my waist.

  He kneels in front of me and my hazy gaze settles on his handsome, yet troubled face. He takes my hands in his, thumbs working rhythmic circles on my palms. “Blythe, you need to tell me what’s happened, so I can understand what’s going on here.”

  I blink, freeing a fresh wave of tears. Just when I thought I was empty, having Kane with me seems to push me over the edge once more. I shake my head, unable to form the words needed.

  Cupping my cheek, he kisses me, soft and tender, tasting my salty tears. When he pulls away, Kane’s forehead and nose touch mine. “The Blythe I know isn’t rattled by anything. So, who or what has you so shaken?”

  I calm somewhat hearing the familiar, sexy rumble of his voice. Running my hand through his hair, Kane leans forward and kisses me once more, this time deep and passionate, his tongue meeting mine as he holds me in place, refusing to let go. A rumbling groan escapes his mouth as he moves further between my legs, spreading my dressing gown open until I’m fully exposed for him.

  “I’m taking you to my place,” he states, breaking away for the briefest moment. I don’t need to answer because I’ll happily do anything this man wants. “Dress only for the car ride there. You don’t need anything else.”

  I decide not to question him. A man like Kane Alexander has every breath under control, so I submit and let him do what he does best. Control.

  And take charge he does.

  With my hand wrapped in his, Kane leads me to his Lamborghini and drives to his
apartment building. I stare out at the passing city lights, content to sit in silence. I don’t think about Sam and Shawn because my emotions are too raw. Instead, I allow my mind and heart to become numb. It feels so much better that way.

  We pull up outside Spire, the tallest building on the Upper East Side. Of course, Kane Alexander would live here. It’s the only place fit for a king. Kane helps me out before handing his keys to the valet and greeting the doorman on the way through, keeping a protective arm wrapped around me the whole time. We take his private lift to the penthouse, the tension between us palpable. He’s being careful with me because he doesn’t understand what’s going on. He’s assessing how fragile my world is before forcing himself into it.

  When the doors open, I gasp at its grandeur. Kane not only carries with him a large presence that leaves most in awe, but his lifestyle is just as huge. The man has taste, and I have a newfound respect for the man who’s obviously worked extremely hard to be where he is today. The polished marble floor spans to a giant glass wall showing a glittering display of the city beneath him. His passion for art is shown with the huge hanging masterpieces that in any other home would appear overwhelming, but in Kane’s abode, they’re almost dwarfed by the sheer scale of the walls. The dimly lit room suits my mood and once inside, Kane pulls me into his strong arms and holds me tight, his lips demanding mine.

  “Whatever’s happened, you’re safe here,” he murmurs against my mouth. I shiver in delight, feeling his body engulfing mine. I feel so protected when he’s near.

  “I need it to go away, Kane.”

  “Make what go away?” he whispers.

  “Them. I need to forget them.”

  He hesitates to answer because he doesn’t know who I’m talking about. “Then I’ll do whatever I can to help you forget.”

  Gripping my ass, he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist. His lips claim mine and he kisses deeply, me returning the urgency, tasting and relishing his need. He carries me through the apartment, but I’m too consumed in everything him to pay attention to the beautiful surrounds. Down the hall, he kicks open the door to what I assume to be the main bedroom, and lowers me to the bed, nestling between my legs. Despite the pain I feel, and my shattered heart, I desperately need Kane to make me feel somewhat whole again. My confidence has taken a nasty blow, two blows in fact, simultaneously. Brutal and cold. To have a man worship me the same way my husband should have been instead of choosing my sister.

  “I need you to fuck me so hard I forget their faces,” I manage between kisses.

  Kane doesn’t need any more convincing. “Your wish is granted.” Flipping me onto my stomach, he pulls me to my knees, lifts my dress and slides my panties down my thighs. His tongue plunges into my pussy from behind, followed by his demanding fingers. He goes deep, curling them slightly at the end, already understanding how to make me climax. Spreading me wide, two fingers work my clit as he explores my pussy, holding me hostage until I feel myself gyrating against his face.

  I want more.

  My body demands it and my soul seeks it. Increasing the pressure, he eats me out, but stops shy of giving me the orgasm I crave. He hears me whimper when he pulls away, and responds by biting down on my ass cheek, trailing a delicious path to my waist, hands cupping and kneading my breasts until his mouth nibbles at my neck. I lean into his touch, greedily wanting more and needing to pleasure him the same way he does me.

  I turn on my knees, sinking to the floor, positioning myself between his legs. His hard cock strains against his jeans, and when I unzip, he springs to attention. It’s a glorious sight, one I can’t wait to devour, yet I’m terrified at the same time, recalling with clarity how he’d destroyed me only two nights earlier.

  I straighten, curling my fingers around his hefty girth, and slide my lips over his tip. He groans, lacing his fingers through my hair and throwing his head back in pleasure. I sink down farther, barely taking a quarter of his length before it hits the back of my throat. I slide up and down, licking and sucking, enjoying his cock throbbing in my mouth and relishing his groans. His grip on my hair tightens the closer he comes to climax, but I slide off his cock before that happens, getting to my feet to claim his mouth.

  “Touché,” he says, voice hoarse with need.

  Pulling me forward, I straddle his lap, feeling his eager cock pressing at my entrance. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I let him claim my mouth, wanting nothing more than to have him punish me the same. Kane grips my ass, spreading my cheeks before lowering me onto his cock. His tip pushes in and I gasp, knowing what’s to come.

  “Are you ready for me?” he murmurs against my mouth.

  “I’m never ready, but I don’t want you to hold back.”

  “I never intended to.” With that, he drops me onto his cock, plunging his full length inside me. I cry out, clawing his back as my pussy struggles and screams to fit around him. Old pains come into effect, blurring with new ones as he thrusts once more, his cock so deep I can feel him knocking on my internal organs. It’s a raw mix of pleasure and pain, and while it’s enough to bring tears to my eyes, my whorish body couldn’t be more thrilled.

  Kane uses the grip on my ass to lift my light frame up and down his length while his thrusts become long and unforgiving. I’m panting heavily, my rock-hard nipples grating against his chest, causing a sensation which travels to my groin.

  “Your pussy is made for my cock,” he groans, the desire in his voice enough to push me over the edge. Circling my waist, Kane throws me onto the bed. Wasting no time, he pulls my dress up and over my head and off, and I watch, enthralled, as he winds the dress up rope style. Pushing me down, he straddles my lap and ties my wrists to the headboard before lowering his lips to mine, kissing deep and possessive. “You want me to help you forget, Blythe?” he murmurs against my lips.

  I nod, a single tear falling down my cheek. “Please.” I pull on my restraints to find there’s no escaping. I’m Kane’s and I’ve given him my blessing to do whatever he so desires with my body.

  Crawling back down, Kane spreads my legs and admires the view. I blush, feeling self-conscious, but when his cock throbs to attention, I realize he must appreciate what he sees, and for the next hour, Kane Alexander holds me captive and shows me exactly how he likes to destroy my body.

  JUST AS HE did at my place, Kane runs the water in his beautiful claw-foot bath, and when at the right temperature, he scoops me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. Exhausted and sore all over, he lowers me into the warm sudsy water, where I feel the familiar sting around my privates. It’s not a bad sting. It’s one that represents Kane Alexander fucking me with his full force behind it.

  Kane joins me in the bath, taking my foot and placing it on his chest where he proceeds to massage, his fingers kneading away any lingering tension.

  “You’ve been so good to me,” I moan, my head lolling back onto the tub’s edge.

  “You deserve it,” is all he replies.

  I grow perplexed. “Do I?”

  “Don’t you?”

  “If I deserve being treated so well, why have the two people closest to me been the ones to betray me in the cruelest way?” I tilt my head so I meet his gaze.

  He wears a slight frown while considering my words, but waits in silence for me to continue.

  I sigh, the horrible image of them together, and their wicked words of deception still taunt me. “I saw Shawn and Sam together.”

  Kane arches a brow. “You caught them having sex?”

  “No, but I think I arrived post-fornication. Shawn was at Sam’s house with his shirt unbuttoned and zipping up her dress. They were talking about me, about whether or not to reveal their truth.”

  “Truth of an affair?”

  “I’m guessing so. Sam seemed all for it, apparently fed up with having to live a lie all this time, but Shawn was adamant I remain in the dark. He’s done so for so long now and hasn’t been concerned, so why would he tell me now?”

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p; “I’m sorry you had to see that. It must have been a shock.”

  “It explains almost everything. Where all our money’s gone. Why Sam is suddenly rolling in said money. Why my husband hasn’t touched me for a year…” I pause for a moment because not everything is adding up. “What I don’t understand is, if Shawn’s been with Sam all this time, why did I see him leaving Ophelia with two blondes clinging to him? Is cheating on me with my sister not enough that now he has to cheat on her, too?”

  Despite how my sister’s betrayal has cut to the bone, I almost feel sorry for her knowing she’s fallen for Shawn and is totally unaware of his running around.

  “I’m sorry to have dropped all that on you. That isn’t very fair of me.”

  “I’m not just here to be balls deep in your pussy, Blythe.” I blush at the wicked thought. “I’m here because I’m invested in you.”

  My heart thuds at his sincerity. “You are?” I recall the day he walked into my office, eyes traveling the length of my body as he proclaimed I was the one thing Shawn had that Kane wanted. I felt his desire then, and I’m overwhelmed with it now.

  “I just don’t understand why they couldn’t tell me about it when it first started.”

  Kane kneads my foot harder. “I live by one motto which I’ve told you before… always beware of the wolf. You never truly know their intentions until it’s too late.”

  KANE CANCELS HIS WORKDAY, and I ring Amanda to have her reschedule my appointments. There’s no more talk of Sam and Shawn mainly because they’re the last two people I want to be thinking about, especially when Kane is—as he calls it—balls deep in my pussy. After his relentless fucking last night and now aware of my tender bits, Kane fucks me slow and deep, his groin gyrating against mine, driving me insane and pushing me to climax over his cock multiple times. After each of my orgasms, he pulls his throbbing cock out and eats my pussy, sucking all he can taste before plunging deep inside me to repeat the process. He takes charge of my quivering, weak body and moves me around his apartment, fucking me on every possible surface.