Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  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 until it's your manhood 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 than 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 learned 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 as 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 had 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.

  Chapter 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 to the matter 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 quie
t 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 some time 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 in 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.

  With profound resolve, I called my assistant, Audrey, informing her I wouldn’t be coming in today but would be working from the hotel. She repeatedly reminded me I had a five-thirty fundraising black-tie event, and since my formal clothes were back at the compound, I was required to have a new tailored set sent to me by four. Audrey was efficient and worked seamlessly without needing to bother asking for little details.

  In no time, I arrived back at the hotel. I let out a long, drawn-out sigh the second the door was secured behind me. My heart thudded loudly against my ribcage. It ached; it burned; it stifled me like never before.

  “I’m done.” Shaking my head, I shut my eyes as I willed myself to squash the debilitating emotions trying to overwhelm me. “Get to work. Don’t think. Just work.” Running a hand through my hair, I strode towards the bar and gulped down a chilled bottle of water. The cold liquid eased some of the tension off me, and in no time, I resumed to where I left off, back to where I was in my element.

  Work consumed me, and apart from taking a quick break when room service delivered lunch, I didn’t let off until my suit was promptly delivered at four.

  Shutting the computer systems off, I strode to the bathroom to shower. It was thirty to five when I emerged out of the hot spray. In my rotten state, the last thing I ought to be doing was attending parties and socializing. But at the same time, I was pressed to resume my old life and carry on as though Gisele’s rejection hadn’t nearly demoralized me.

  Taking my time to shave, I was quite preoccupied until a sudden rap at the door halted me from continuing.

  If this is Audrey ready to inform me the suit wasn’t the correct size, I’ll go truly ballistic. Not due to her mistake but simply because nothing was going right in my life whatsoever.

  “One moment!” I hollered as I speedily tugged a towel before cautiously securing it around my hips. Striding out of the bedroom and out towards the living room, my eyes quickly glanced towards the time before wrenching the door open.

  “Hi, do you have a moment?” Gisele timidly stood outside my door, seeming unsure as she warily eyed me. Gone was the woman who manically taunted me yesterday at the lawyer’s office. Dressed in jean shorts, a loose white shirt, and flats, she looked every bit of a college student and not the bitchy heiress from yesterday.

  Shocked at the sight of her, it took me a full minute to finally find my voice. “I have to be somewhere soon.”

  She shifted her feet, seemingly shy all of a sudden. “I won’t take long…I promise.”

  Damn. What did she want? The question daunted me, but at the same time, I had an obligation to her. If this was an emergency, it was my job to ensure everything was going to be handled without delay.

  “All right, come on in.” Stepping aside, I widened the door to let her pass.

  She slowly halted her steps just before the sofas. She then spun to face where I cautiously stood a good ten feet away from her with my lips pressed together and hands planted on my hips. I wasn’t necessarily aiming for hostility, but somehow, my attitude came off this way. After this morning, maybe her visit was just too premature.

  “I’m waiting, Gisele.”

  She slid her purse off her shoulder before pulling out a folder and carefully placing it on the coffee table. “I came to apologize, but it seems I caught you at the wrong time.”

  My eyes bore into the folder before scowling at the woman. “What the bloody hell’s in it? Are you personally handing me my resignation paperwork?”

  She threw me a wounded look, as if she couldn’t believe what had just come out of my mouth. But given how erratic she had been, one couldn’t be too sure where Gisele was concerned.

  “Don’t be too harsh. I know I’ve been acting crazy lately, but I wouldn’t go that far to hurt you.” Her voic
e trembled as she threw me a pleading look.

  “Then what the bloody hell is it?”

  Her fingers linked, her thumb dug into her forefinger, flinching apprehensively. “It’s our divorce,” she chokingly stated. “I’m handing it to you. Whether you want to file it or not, it’s solely up to you.”

  My body stilled. My world stopped. The functionality of my brain froze as my scowl deepened to a full-scale horrified expression. “What are you playing at here, Gisele?” I was beyond livid. “Do you think you can toy with people like some bloody yo-yo while you get to control and dictate my life! Do I look like a fucking puppet to you! You are a vile, vindictive, soulless person, and I’m quite ashamed I fell for your tricks!”

  “That’s not true!” she loudly objected as tears threatened to spill from the rim of her eyes. “You left! You didn’t even wait for me to grasp the entire situation. You just fucking left! It’s as if it’s that easy to just drop me and you fucking go on living your life as if you didn’t ruin mine!” she somberly stated. “Do you know how it feels every time you walk out on me? Do you? Not only did Rose chip away at my guilt, but she also managed to make me jealous. I was consumed by it. But instead of trying to talk me out of it, to help me heal from the pain she caused, you just up and left again. I’m of so little value to you…” She started crying—hard, deep, racking sobs. “You’ve hurt me so much. You terrify me, but I just realized I’m so terrified of fully losing you that I’m willing to risk you never talking to me. I hope it’s not too late to work things out. I want to stay married to you, and if Rose is in the picture and if she’s pregnant…If you still love me, I’m willing to accept your child as a part of you, too. I’ll love the baby as if it’s my own. So, please don’t judge me too harshly…I am learning and making countless mistakes. But here I am, ready to make amends, baring my heart to you, hoping you’ll love me again.”