Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  Maybe it was because Alexandra seemed different. She wasn't haughty or snobbish. It was a disappointment to see she was really no better than the rest of them after all. The thought did little to curb my desire for her. The beast was in a frenzy when Brian put his arms around her.

  I tried to hide my displeasure when he pawed her right in front of me. His message was clear--he was pissing on his territory, practically writing "MINE" in big letters on Alexandra's forehead. The animalistic urge to fight him and win her over was strong.

  In the wild, it would have been no contest. But in the real world, where money matters more than muscle, Brian had me outclassed. I saw Alexandra kiss him and walk out the door, afraid to look me in the eyes. Scared little brat. She melted like butter in my hands and this was the show she put on for me? My rage burned like wildfire, but I kept myself contained.

  I fixed my attention on the work at hand. This epoxy was nothing but an excuse. I didn't need to be here, but I had to know. I needed to meet the man who got to call Alexandra his wife. My rival.

  When he came out in that dressing gown, I almost snorted.

  What a dork.

  His slippered feet padded over to me.

  "Lexie has done nothing but rave about your work," he told me.

  "This is a very exciting project," I said in a deadpan.

  The last thing I wanted to do was talk to this man right now. Especially when all I wanted to do was punch him in the face and make him watch as I fucked his wife better than he ever could.

  "Is it? I voted to leave things as they were, but you know how wives can get," he told me with a chuckle.

  "I'm not married," I said, and went back to my work, hoping he'd get the hint.

  "I'm sure the ladies are lining up to marry you. You're a real alpha male kind of guy. Don't the women out here like that sort of thing?"

  "What do you mean by that?"

  "You know, these townies," he shrugged like he wasn't being offensive and classist. I ground my teeth. He was the worst kind of rich asshole.

  "Brian," I said with as much control as I could muster, "I'd love to gossip with you, but I need to see to this treatment and be on my way. I have to be somewhere after this."

  "A hot date?" he grinned and nudged me with his elbow. He wasn't catching the hint, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him. I vaguely wondered if this was how Alexandra got the habit.

  "Yes, actually," I said, an easy lie to get him to leave, to get him off my trail that led right between his wife's thighs.

  "I know how that goes. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

  I nodded and turned away.

  "Oh, and Derek," he clapped me on the shoulder in a dominant gesture that had me bristling, "good to meet you."

  "You too, Brian," I said through clenched teeth.

  He was no match for me.

  LEXIE

  The girls squealed as I finished my story.

  "I thought it was someone trying to break into the house. Nope, it was just the super exclusive contractor who needed to have a good impression of me or else he wouldn't work with me," I told them.

  We'd spent our brunch dishing over mimosas. After a few drinks, Em had blabbed about Derek seeing me naked. I was glad I hadn't told her about the tour. Or when we signed the contract. Or the incident by the pool. Oh God, I already had a history with this man and I'd only known him two weeks.

  "And all thanks to sweet little Emma York here," I gave her a playful slap across the table. Michelle and Corinne howled and we devolved into a fit of giggles. "Oh, and thanks for the pool trick, you dirty bitch."

  Eyebrows raised, so I made Em recount her treachery. I reassured everyone that nothing happened other than Derek being pissed off at me. Em threw me a look like she could tell I was lying, but she didn't push the issue in front of the others.

  "But seriously," Em chimed in, "isn't he the sexiest man you've ever seen?"

  I took a sip of my mimosa and waited to answer. Yes, obviously, but I didn't need all of our friends gossiping about how sexy I thought my contractor was. I was already in hot water, and I didn't need rumors flitting their way into Brian's ears.

  "He must've liked what he saw," Corinne said a little too loudly, "why else would he take on the project after all that?"

  "He's very dedicated to what he does," I found myself saying a third time that day.

  "Is he that hot?" Michelle pushed.

  They all looked at me with wide, expectant eyes.

  "He is," I conceded, "he looks like Joe Manganiello's and Jason Momoa's love child."

  "Oh wow," Michelle said as her eyes glazed over.

  "He's a total dick, though," I added, trying my best to make it seem like I couldn't stand the man, which was not entirely untrue. He was a real asshole most of the time.

  "Here's to that," Emma said, raising her glass with a naughty smile. We giggled and took swigs of our drinks in unison.

  "Seriously, he's mean and cold," I clarified, "there's no way I'd ever want to be with a man like that." I hoped I wasn't laying it on too thick.

  "A little harshness can be sexy," Corinne slurred out.

  She was the smallest of us, a petite woman so skinny she looked like she could blow over in the wind. She was always the first to get tanked. Poor thing could not hold her alcohol.

  "Okay, honey," Michelle threw an arm around her shoulders, "I think you've had enough."

  "Aw, okay," Corinne said.

  She was used to being cut off and didn't really fight us on the issue anymore. One or two memorable experiences out had taught her the wisdom of letting her gal pals cut her off from time to time.

  "I have to get going anyways," I told them, "Brian is practically chomping at the bit for me to get home."

  "Weekend warrior," Corinne shouted, and we got stares from a few of the other tables. Em smiled.

  "The woman has a point," she told me, "make sure that man doesn't wear you out."

  I smirked at them with a waggle of my eyebrows.

  "How do you know it's not the other way around?"

  They giggled at me some more, and I threw a few bills on the table.

  "Brunch is on me today, ladies," I said before they could protest.

  The alcohol hit me the moment I stood up, and I loved that the club was only a mile from the house. It was a pleasant walk down the beach. I took off my sandals and let the wind play with my hair. My footsteps left a meandering trail in the sand. I was feeling frisky. Very frisky, and I couldn't wait to jump into bed with Brian.

  And it was Brian I wanted, I told myself firmly. The thought had me aching to get home, so I picked up the pace to a light run. By the time I got there, a sheen of sweat covered my skin and I was out of breath.

  I burst into the house through the back door.

  "Baby," I called, "that cock better be out and ready."

  I waited for him and the dogs to come running, but they didn't. I dropped my things on the floor as I walked into the sitting room. I was so ready for him, I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the sofa, leaving me in tight leggings and a strappy sports bra.

  "Brian," I shouted, "baby, I'm so horny, I need you in me now!"

  I heard heavy footsteps coming from the foyer.

  Derek rounded the corner.

  My mouth dropped open in shock. I thought he would be gone by now.

  "Brian just left to walk the dogs," he said in a quiet voice.

  He took one look at me and his eyes glazed over with carnal, wicked lust before he moved across the room in long, powerful strides.

  Oh fuck.

  Chapter Nine

  LEXIE

  I couldn't breathe. I couldn't find the words. I was frozen to the spot, helpless as I watched him advance towards me with eyes on fire. His huge body got closer, and I didn't know if I was turned on or terrified. Some instinct had me backing up until I hit the wall. Derek didn't stop. He placed his hands on the wall around me, trapping me in the cage of his body.
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br />   How in the hell had this man backed me up against a wall twice in one week?! The heat coming off of him burned me up from the inside out. His musky, masculine scent flooded my nostrils. He overpowered my senses, and I felt my treacherous body reacting to him; my breasts heaved and my core throbbed wet with desire

  He brought his lips to mine in a blazing kiss. Oh god. He invaded my mouth with his tongue and tendrils of pleasure branded me. He pushed his body into mine, and I arched into him, pressing my chest against his, wrapping my hands around his neck.

  A thick, muscled thigh forced itself between my legs and he grabbed my ass with both hands before grinding me into a dick harder than iron. Fuck, he was huge. I moaned into his mouth as I felt the strong, massive girth of his arousal against my pussy. He continued to grind my hips on him, setting the pace and robbing me of any control.

  He pushed me back against the wall and pinned me there with his legs while his hands roved around my body. He was not gentle. I whined in delightful pain as he yanked my breasts from my bra. I retaliated by catching his lower lip between my teeth and pulling hard.

  He growled at me, squeezing my tits so strongly I yelped. Derek looked into my eyes with a smirk, and all of a sudden, I came to my senses. He should have been gone ages ago.

  "Wait," I breathed, "what are you still doing here?"

  He ignored me and kept kneading my breasts aggressively. I gasped, pushing my chest into his greedy hands. I wanted him to have all of me. I wanted to give into him. I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted anything, and in this moment, the only thing stopping me was the very real fact that my husband could have walked into this room at any second.

  "What about Brian?"

  Derek huffed, rolling his eyes before he buried his face in my neck. He blazed a wet trail down my sensitive flesh with his mouth, sending a shudder down my spine. His lips grazed a pebbled nipple before biting it and pulling it hard with his teeth. The shock of the pain sent molten desire flooding through my system.

  "Derek," I moaned his name, "oh fuck."

  My hands traced their way down the sides of his horse. I slipped them underneath his shirt to feel the thick lines of his abs. I moved my hands, raking my fingernails fiercely down his muscular back. He hissed into my breasts, and, eyes blazing, he looked up at me with deadly focus.

  He ground his hips harder into me. Without thinking, my hands made their way to his waist, unzipped his pants, and went inside. I wrapped my fingers around his heavy length and gasped at the sheer girth of him--my fingertips were just touching. The thick, searing rock of his erection sent another bolt of desire through me, and new wetness slicked between my legs.

  Derek thrust himself into my hand. I looked up at him from below my lashes and his eyes met mine, causing my heart to skip a beat. He brought his face down for another scorching kiss, only this time, I felt one of his strong hands sliding up my inner thigh.

  He rubbed me over my yoga pants for a moment before he grabbed them at the waist, pulling them down to my knees. He moved away, his dick leaving my grasp, and I whined in protest before he knelt in front of me and put his head between my legs.

  His hands spread my thighs open and his tongue darted between my folds. He licked one long line from the top of my slit to the bottom, and I grabbed the back of his head, shuddering. Derek's tongue sliced through me to the core as he lapped sloppily at my clit.

  My hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair. He feasted on me until my breath was coming in short, hitched gasps. The pleasure came to a boil inside of me and it took all I had not to scream. My hips bucked against his mouth as his tongue continued to coax my orgasm from me. I rode the wave of it, ready to explode.

  "Don't you dare, Alexandra," he growled, looking up at me, "you don't come until I tell you to."

  I shuddered at the sheer dominance. I remembered his promise:

  If you were mine and you came without my permission, I'd spank your ass until it was obliterated.

  It was enough to send me over the edge, and I couldn't help it when I came all over his mouth with his next lick. I screamed and shook violently before I collapsed into a trembling heap against the wall.

  He lapped up every drop of me before he withdrew with glistening, soaked lips that he smacked and licked like he had just eaten a melting ice cream cone.

  "Delicious."

  I bit my lip and whimpered like a puppy. He was so fucking hot, I just wanted more.

  "But you'll have to be punished, Alexandra," he said with a terrible gleam in his eyes.

  I'd never seen him more animated, and he was magnetic.

  Irresistible.

  "For what?" I breathed.

  Maybe if I played stupid, he'd go easy on me.

  "You came without my permission," he said, "don't tell me you forgot what I told you, Princess."

  I shook my head no, my tongue too thick to form words.

  "Turn around."

  I hesitated, unsure. Thoughts of Brian raced into my head, but they weren't loud enough to make me want to stop. Nothing could make me stop. Derek's eyes turned to points of icy flint.

  "Now," he barked out, and I jumped, turning around before I could think about my husband anymore.

  "Place your hands on the wall and bend over."

  I gulped, but did as he said. He commanded me in a tone that promised I would pay if I argued. I was trembling with nerves. I was startled when I felt his hands on my ass. He placed one hand on each cheek and felt me up like a ripe melon. He traced his hands down the sides of my thighs until he had shoved my pants down around my ankles.

  Anticipation and excitement trilled through me, along with a rush of fear. I had no idea what he was about to do and my heart punched into my ribcage as I waited for my punishment. He inhaled sharply, and when he exhaled, I felt his breath hot on my skin.

  "Your ass," he said with a labored breath,” is incredible.”

  Those hands went back to roving all over me. They grabbed my bottom and squeezed until the pleasure started building in my center once more. I was beginning to lose myself in it when he slapped my ass. Hard!

  So fucking hard. My eyes flew open and I screamed in shock and pain. Did he just spank me? Before I had time to process any further, Derek lifted his hand again, and my heart stuttered to a stop.

  He spanked me once more. The pain that bloomed out from under his hand was mixed with a new, delicious feeling of pleasure. His hand went up.

  My heart skipped a beat as I waited for him to drop it, but the blow didn't come. The anticipation gripped me with tight claws, and I was practically squirming under him, my body begging him for the slap that I never knew it craved.

  He brought his hand down in a whoosh of air, and I tensed, but there was no blow. He chuckled, low and dark. He was messing with me, that bastard. I turned my head to yell at him.

  "Hey! Just what do you think--," I was stopped short when his large hand swooped down. The thwack of skin on skin filled the air and my ass burned.

  "Keep your head turned, Alexandra," he commanded. I did as he said, turning my eyes back to the wall.

  "Your punishment isn't over yet," he continued.

  I hear the sound of his belt buckle being undone, and my breath caught in my chest.

  "I'm going to fuck you raw."

  My gut swooped out from under me as I remembered the second half of his promise:

  I'd fuck you hard, without any care for your pleasure.

  I gulped down the marble in my throat. Oh god. My clit pulsated in thudding waves of pleasure. With wide eyes, I turned to look at him again, but he caught my head with those big hands and forced me to face forward.

  "Ah, ah, ah," he intoned, "you don't want me to punish you again, do you?"

  A part of me did.

  The wait was driving me crazy. Not being able to look at him only added fuel to the fire of nerves that churned in my stomach. I heard his pants fall down in a heap around his ankles. He grabbed my waist and roughly pulled me towards him. I yelpe
d out but didn't stop him. I wanted this.

  He stopped before making contact, and seemed to just be staring down at me. His breathing was heavy, like a wild animal. A thick, heavy weight landed on my ass, and I nearly crumpled in desire at the feel of his cock. He was so big, I was almost scared.

  Almost.

  I still hadn't seen him and the urge to turn and look at his hard cock was overwhelming. I moved to crane my head back ever so slightly and get just a glimpse of an enormous length, before he grabbed my neck and held me down.

  "You need to learn," he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, his grip firm on my neck, "that when I tell you to do something, you do it, Alexandra."

  Out of nowhere, he spanked me so hard that my eyes watered. He grabbed my hair before pinning me upright against the wall, trapping me there. I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. His cock jutted between my thighs, rubbing against my soaking entrance.

  I wanted to reach down to stroke him, but my arms were stuck at my sides. He pulled my hair so that my head arched to face him, craning my neck back so far that it hurt. He stared down at me and his message was clear: I was powerless, helpless, his.

  The rational part of my brain was telling me that this should be scaring me, but it didn't. I trusted him. I didn't know why this was so fucking sexy, but it was, and I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to own me.

  "I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name and beg me to let you come."

  His cock throbbed between my legs, and I squirmed against him, ready. He speared me with his gaze, "Tell me you want me."

  "I want you, Derek," I said, my voice so thick with desire I didn't even recognize it. He positioned himself at my entrance, and I pushed back, sliding his dick up and down my slit, teasing him as much as myself.

  "What do you want me to do to you, Alexandra?"

  He still had me staring up at him as I rutted against his cock like a wild animal. Electricity jolted through me as I said it, "I want you to fuck me until I'm begging you to let me come."