Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  "Yeah," I agreed, and somehow it was easy to share with him. Derek didn't make me feel ashamed.

  "I met Brian at one of those parties."

  "I knew you were a trophy wife," he said bluntly, "but I didn't realize you were a gold digger too."

  "Hey," I smacked his shoulder, "it wasn't like that."

  His eyebrow twitched when I smacked him. For a split second, his face became the dark mask of the man who liked to tie me up. He bit into his second bagel and asked,

  "Then what was it?"

  "I fell in love with him."

  He had the gall to scoff at me.

  "Right, and his money had nothing to do with it?"

  "Well, it didn't hurt," I shrugged, "but it wasn't the reason why I married him."

  "If you're so in love with him, why are you here with me?” he asked as he licked peanut butter off of his fingers.

  I watched as his tongue licked sensually over his thumb. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. He knew very well why I was here.

  Arrogant bastard.

  “I don’t know,” I said instead, not wanting to inflate his ego any more by admitting that he was the greatest fuck I’d ever had. He was really starting to piss me off with all these probing questions.

  “Just admit that it was the money.”

  He was always pushing me, always challenging me. He never knew when to stop. I was getting angry in the way that only Derek could make me.

  “Shut up, you insensitive ass,” I slapped his shoulder again and that dark devil blazed at me, “it wasn’t just the money.”

  “Slap me again and see what happens, Alexandra,” he said in that menacing tone that caused me to quiver all over.

  I could tell he wanted me to do it again. I wanted nothing more than to slap him again, but I resisted. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

  “He wasn’t even that rich when we first met,” I added.

  “So, what, it was his charm and charisma?" Derek sneered and I realized that the more we spoke about Brian, the more annoyed he got.

  I rolled my eyes at him, and I swore his hand twitched like he wanted to give my ass a beating. Monstrous man.

  "I don't think you want to hear me go on about how I fell in love with my husband," I said to give him a taste of his own frankness. It seemed to have no effect on him.

  "Wait," he said with a cynical little smirk, "don't tell me he's secretly packing down there?”

  “Shut up,” I screeched and instinctively went to smack his shoulder again.

  Only this time, his hand caught mine in mid-air and my breath hitched in my chest.

  Derek's steely eyes bored into mine as he squeezed my captured limb. He looked like a lion that had just caught a lamb, and he flashed his teeth at me in a grin as sharp as a razor blade.

  He was up and on me in a flash. Derek was so huge I had no hope of fending him off, but I tried. For some reason, in that moment, I felt like fighting him. From the look on his face, that was exactly what he wanted me to do.

  I kicked the stool out from under him and he lost his balance, giving me a chance to shake my hand out of his grip and bolt out of the kitchen. I was giggling like a school girl at the thrill of being chased. I heard him growl from the kitchen before his heavy footsteps thundered after me.

  I raced into the living room, skirting the wreckage of the broken window, and he ran in after me. I swung behind the sofa and he stopped by the door. He stared at me like the predator he was. The room shrunk as his huge form filled it with his dominating presence. The tension rocketed up to a maximum as we stood still and stared at one another from across the room.

  Derek let out a low snarl and sprang towards me. With a scream, I ran out of the room. My legs were long and I was a fast runner, but his legs were longer and stronger, and he kept pace with me. I bolted through the dining room and took a surprise cut through the library.

  My heart was racing as I started to sweat. Fear of being caught surged through me. I didn't know what he'd do to me if I let myself be taken down. I couldn't hear his steps anymore, and I wondered if I'd lost him. Still, I kept going as my feet carried me into the foyer. I shrieked as I saw him enter from the other side of the room, barreling towards me.

  It was too late to turn around, so I raced for the stairs. I scrambled up, but it wasn't enough. Derek slammed into me, and I fell forward onto the carpeted steps, bruising my shins. I didn't care, though.

  A primal urge to fight or flee had taken over me. I turned around and had a moment to glimpse the same wild, carnal need to his face, before I kicked him in the chest. He let out a puff and fell down just long enough for me to turn and tear up the stairs.

  He recovered faster than I'd anticipated. I had just made it to the landing when his hand reached for me. He grabbed at my shoulder with enough force to throw both of us to the floor. I'd never been more grateful for this disgusting red carpet in my life as I fell hard on my ass.

  I shrieked as he scrambled over me. Derek pressed into me with his full weight, trapping me under him on the floor. I felt his erection against me as he masterfully pinned my arms above my head with one hand. I struggled and squirmed, but his legs were entwined with mine, and I was helpless.

  Derek's face was shadowed with a feral, animalistic lust that made me cry out in pure fear. He hissed down at me and claimed my mouth with a bruising kiss. I bit his lip like a savage and a small drop of blood glistened where I broke the skin. He recoiled for just a moment before he buried his face in my neck and bit me so hard I screamed.

  The hand that wasn't pinning me down shoved my robe open. Derek pulled at my still sore breasts, and I moaned. He growled into my neck, right over the spot where he bit me, and my hips bucked against his.

  He roughly pulled my legs apart and pulled his cock out of his fly, not even bothering to take off his jeans. My hands grasped at his back, finding their way under his shirt, to rake down the firm muscles they found there.

  I was not gentle, and he shuffled like a bull at me as I tore at him. I hissed up at him, baring my teeth in response, which caused his mouth to crash into mine again. Our tongues battled and coaxed at each other. He nipped my lips.

  His dick was between my legs and he hammered into me with unrestrained force. My hands grabbed his ass, nails digging in, as I pushed him to go harder. I couldn't get enough of him. I couldn't get enough of this. Derek caught me and now I was his.

  My clit rocked against his pelvis with every thrust. Fuck, he was buried so deep inside of me, I thought he might tear me apart. His forehead rested against mine and he was staring at me with enough intensity to light a match on fire. I looked up into those sparkling gray eyes and it pulled me under.

  "Come for me, Alexandra," he said as he stared into me.

  My back arched off the ground with the force of my orgasm. My hips rubbed against him maniacally, and I felt my pussy tighten in ecstasy around his perfect cock.

  "Fuck," he exclaimed as he bounded into me with no control, and a primal roar escaped him as he came with me.

  I was gasping for air, having devolved into spasms beneath him. He was quaking just as much as I was. We held onto each other tightly, locked together in the way that only lovers know, until we both stopped shaking. Derek looked down at me like he'd never seen me before.

  "Shit, Alexandra," he said, "what the hell was that?"

  "I don't know," I admitted, "I felt the urge and I just went with it."

  "Next time you feel that urge," he said with dark intent, and I stiffened for fear of being disciplined, "make sure you go with it again."

  I relaxed when he smirked at me.

  "I never knew you had such fight in you."

  "I figured you could handle it," I quipped back.

  "Princess," he said, "this is just the beginning."

  Chapter Eighteen

  DEREK

  It didn't take long for me to cover the broken window with plywood. My Venus helped by cleaning up the glass shards scattered o
n the floor. The last twenty-four hours drinking her in have done little to quench my thirst for the woman. I didn't want to say goodbye, but I had to check on my house. So, Aries and I were sitting in my truck, driving down side roads full of branches and other hazards.

  It was slow going. Debris was still being cleared off the roads and I had to take a few detours. The sun shone on the wet pavement, making it sparkle and gleam like it was a road paved with gemstones. I was sitting in a line of cars waiting to be let across one lane that was accommodating two-way traffic, thinking about Alexandra.

  I had no idea what had gotten into her this morning, but I liked it. I'd never chased a woman like that before. It was exhilarating. I felt like a wild animal hunting down its mate. The thought alone was enough to get me hard again. I couldn't wait for tonight. What was it about this woman? Would I ever get enough of her? Even now, all I wanted to do was text her to see if she was following my instructions.

  Because I left her a very specific set of instructions to follow while I was away. The first of many to come. Except my phone has been dead for hours and the charger is sitting on my kitchen counter. My mind wandered to all the things I wanted to make her do when I wasn't around. It was imperative that I was never far from her mind.

  She was mine and she couldn't ever forget that. Aside from making sure my house hasn't blown away, I needed to get the room ready for Alexandra tonight. I was going to do things to her that would make that rope look tame.

  Very, very tame.

  It took forever, but I finally pulled into my driveway and was relieved to see that the house looked fine. This meant I could prepare for tonight without any distractions. The first thing I did when Aries and I walked inside was plug my phone in to charge.

  I left the thing there to suck up some juice, while I went downstairs. I opened a closet and dragged out a large trunk. I hadn't had cause to use my toys in a long time. The smell of the leather and rubber hit me full on, doing devious things to my imagination.

  I took a quick inventory as I tried to decide what to use tonight. I didn't want to push her too hard, too fast, but maybe I did. The woman had my cock shoved down her throat and she loved every fucking inch of it. It would seem her boundaries were ready to be pushed. Aside from the necessary cleaning and preparation of the room, I was missing one very important item to adorn her pretty little neck. That I would buy today.

  When I got back upstairs, my phone had been charged enough to power on, and I had over a dozen texts. I grinned, expecting them to be from my Princess, but frowned when I saw they were all from Lori. I deleted them without opening them. Lori was not a part of my life anymore, especially not now. I texted Alexandra:

  Are you doing as I instructed, Princess?

  Her response was quick. Good girl.

  Yes, Sir.

  Are you doing it now?

  Yes, Sir.

  Send me a picture.

  She did, and my dick swelled at the sight.

  Good girl. It will take some time for me to get ready for you, but I want you over here tonight.

  Yes, Sir.

  She was a quick learner. Beauty and brains. I took my phone as I got back into the truck. The sooner I went on my little errand, the sooner I'd have her in my dungeon.

  LEXIE

  The idea of going to Derek's house thrilled me. I couldn't wait to see where he lived! He told me there were certain things he could do to me there that couldn't be done at my house. That thought alone stripped me bare. Almost as much as the instructions he left for me this morning.

  "I want you touching yourself to the brink as you think about me," he'd whispered in my ear, "but under no circumstances are you allowed to come, Alexandra."

  I'd swallowed hard and nodded in response. I hadn't been able to find my voice anywhere.

  "You are to do this once an hour until I say otherwise."

  That had my voice showing its face again, and I'd opened my mouth to protest, but he'd grabbed hold of me and gave my ass a warning squeeze.

  "Remember what happened the last time you talked back to me, Brat."

  I moaned as I remembered it, dutifully following his instructions. I loved the way he talked down to me like that. I knew that when he said brat instead of princess, he was pissed. It turned me on to no end. It turned me on so much, I sort of wanted to make him angry.

  The thought of him towering over me with aggression got my juices flowing. I continued to touch myself as I remembered the way he'd walked into my closet with authority and had selected pieces of lingerie. Derek told me I wasn't allowed to wear anything else today.

  He'd chose a black lace bustier with a matching garter, a black thong, and sheer black thigh high tights. He'd then pulled out a pair of spiky black stilettos with red soles and walked out of the house before he could see it on me.

  And I had been good.

  I had done exactly as he'd said, strutting around the house in my most expensive designer lingerie and touching myself every hour with no relief. But it had been hours now, and I didn't know how much longer I could handle this. It was to the point where I was aching with need even when I wasn't touching myself. It was agony while I was, like I was doing now.

  My fingers traced the familiar path over my clit, finding all the right places that they knew so well. He'd forbidden me from using the rabbit too. Cruel man, always had to make me work for it. My flesh was swollen and begging for release as my fingers slid rhythmically over my sensitive, overused bud.

  When I closed my eyes, I could almost feel those rough hands on me, throwing me down and grabbing my most sensitive parts with his insatiable, callous desire. The way he slapped me around this morning and then hunted me has been making me wet all day, even when I wasn't following his devilish instructions.

  It was more than I could bear, and I cried out in defeat as an orgasm rocked me. When the afterglow floated away, I felt a moment of panic that he'd punish me, but I reminded myself there was no way he could find out. A smirk twitched at the corner of my lips and I felt like a naughty school girl.

  What Derek didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

  Just then, my phone buzzed in an eerie coincidence. Derek was calling me, almost like he knew.

  "Hello, Derek," I purred into my phone.

  "Alexandra," his deep voice filled my ear, "I want you over here."

  "Mmm, yes, Sir."

  "I'm sending you the address. Make sure you're wearing what I picked out this morning."

  "What?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

  He wanted me to go out in this?

  "I'm not repeating myself, Brat," he scolded, "you know what I want."

  "Yes, Sir," I told him, branded into submission by his tone alone.

  He was miles away and he still had this effect on me.

  I heard the click of the phone as he hung up abruptly. He sounded pissed. More than that, he sounded scary pissed. I looked outside at the twilight sky darkening into night, and I reassured myself that no one would be able to see me wearing this in my car. I packed an overnight bag and made it to the front door before I could lose my nerve.

  My heart thumped in my chest as my hand hovered over the door knob. I couldn't believe I was about to go outside in this get up. I just couldn't do it.

  I ran into the hall closet and grabbed a long trench coat. Derek never said that I couldn't wear anything over this. I said goodbye to the pups and nearly fell on the gravel in the heels, but I managed to make it to the car. I punched Derek's address into the GPS and I was off.

  The closer I got to my destination, the more my nerves ramped into life. My imagination was going wild wondering what he could have in store for me. What sort of things could he only do to me there?

  I slowed the car as the traffic crawled to a stop. I had come across a two-way road with one lane closed because of storm damage. The line of cars in front of me was long. Very, very long. I was going to be here for a while. Crap. As if the anticipation wasn't enough, there had to be
traffic to prolong the suspense.

  The line of cars was stop and go. I'd made maddeningly little progress and was going out of my mind when my phone rang. The console on the dashboard lit up with Derek's name flashing on the screen. I prayed he wouldn't be mad at me for the delay. It wasn't my fault there was traffic! I took a deep breath before answering the call with a flick of a button on the steering wheel.

  "It's been almost an hour since I last spoke with you, Princess," his voice rumbled out of the car speakers without even giving me a chance to say hello.

  "I wish I was there already, but I can't help it," I whined, "I'm stuck in traffic. I've hardly moved in the last fifteen minutes."

  "That's not why I'm calling."

  I heard a hint of a dark smile in his voice and was filled with trepidation.

  "Then what is it?"

  "I want to make sure you're following my instructions."

  "I am," I protested, but then it hit me and my mouth dropped open. He'd said it had been almost an hour since we'd last spoken.

  "And are you ready to touch yourself like a good girl?"

  "Uh, I--I," I stammered in disbelief. There was no way he was asking me to do this.

  "Tell me what my instructions were, Alexandra," he said, his voice low and menacing and filling up the car.

  "You said to touch myself to the brink, thinking about you, and not to orgasm," I breathed, "once an hour until you say otherwise."

  "Have I told you otherwise?"

  I felt lightheaded as I realized he was going to make me do this. It felt like someone took an ice cream scoop and hollowed out my chest, forcing me to take shallow, tiny breaths.

  "No, Sir," I whispered.

  "You know what you have to do, Princess," he told me with satisfaction in his tone.

  I didn't know what to say. I looked furtively out the windows. The road was lined with trees, but there were people in the car in front of me who had a perfect view from their rearview mirror. The silence stretched out over the connection until he huffed with impatience.

  "Touch yourself, you little Brat," he barked out so loudly I jumped in my seat, "now."