Share Me_The Devil Makes Three

by Evelyn Vox

  "Look," I began, "if we are going to keep doing this, we need to set some boundaries."

  Derek's face was a mask that showed no sign of what he was feeling. He took a sip of his drink and waited for me to continue.

  "I'm married, and believe it or not, I don't have a bad relationship with my husband. You need to respect that."

  "And how would you have me do that, Alexandra?" he said, his voice low and dangerous in the way that made me tremble.

  Thank God for this counter.

  "You can't freak out when things like last weekend happen. There will be times when I have to be with him. He will always come first in those situations."

  His jaw was clenched and he was gripping his high ball glass so hard I worried it was going to break. He didn't say anything, so I kept going.

  "You have to give us privacy. I know you were eavesdropping the other day," I said, and my anger ramped up, "that's totally unacceptable, Derek."

  "It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop," he said like it was enough of an explanation. It wasn't, not by a long shot.

  "I don't care. It can't happen again," I said, "you need to give my relationship with Brian space. Your possessiveness, your ownership of me, it ends the second we leave the bedroom or else this can't work."

  "I see," is all he said, and it annoyed me so much that I could have gone for his eyes.

  "What does that even mean?" I shouted as my control snapped like a twig.

  "What am I supposed to say?" he roared, making me jump. He slammed his drink on the counter and stalked towards me. "That I'm happy and eager to share you with another man?"

  Derek grabbed me possessively before slamming my back onto the counter. I exhaled in a huff as all the breath whooshed out of me at the impact. Heat sizzled through my core as he loomed over me with fury in his eyes. If this were anyone else, I'd be terrified, but with Derek, it was just incredibly sexy.

  "Because I'm not happy about it, Alexandra," he breathed, "I am not eager to share you, but I can accept it under one condition."

  My breathing hitched when his hand slipped underneath my dress. He shoved away my panties and filled me with his fingers. I gasped as my body reacted to his devilish ministrations.

  "I, alone, own your pleasure," he started to pump his fingers in and out of me, "what I said still stands. You are not to orgasm unless I give you permission to, not even with Brian."

  My eyes rolled back in my head with pleasure. I pushed my hips against Derek's hand, a silent plea for him to go faster.

  "Okay," I lied, my voice breathless and wanting.

  What Derek didn't know...I'd make sure he never found out.

  His mouth slammed into mine as he worked his fingers inside of me. I clutched his shoulders, sharp nails digging in, before I pulled at his belt buckle. If he didn't fuck me soon, I was going to lose it. All the tension, all the anger and build up, was about to explode inside of me.

  Derek tore at my dress and buttons flew before he ripped the front open completely. They hit the ground in a clatter. He removed his fingers from me and shoved me down on the counter. I watched with baited breath as he unbuttoned his pants and took out his thick, beautiful cock. I licked my lips. Derek grabbed me by the hips, pulled my thong off, and plunged into me.

  I screamed. How could he still feel so unbelievably huge? My arms reached to grab the edge of the counter above me, and I held on for dear life as Derek rode me like the monster he was. I wrapped my legs around his waist, eliciting a groan from him.

  Big hands reached down to squeeze my nipples and fondle my breasts, before he rested on my neck. His fingers wrapped around me there like a collar, and he squeezed just enough to get my heart thumping. Adrenaline buzzed through me.

  "Fuck," I cried out.

  He felt so good like this. I could feel Every. Single. Inch. My back arched off the counter as a jolt of pleasure spiked through me, but his hand on my neck kept me pressed hard against the countertop.

  “You stay right there, Princess,” he growled.

  His other hand was tight around my hip. And I felt that feeling that I loved; deliciously helpless, owned, and his.

  “Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

  The words triggered something in him. His eyes went hard and his thrusts got rougher. The hand on my hip moved and he started rubbing my clit with his thumb. I groaned, my hips gyrating into his touch with a rhythm of their own.

  “I own your pleasure,” he said beginning to circle faster with his thumb.

  “Yes, Sir,” I cried out, my orgasm building at an alarming rate, “please, Sir, may I come?”

  Derek’s thumb flew over my sensitive little bud, propelling me over that edge faster than I could catch up.

  “Come for me, Alexandra.”

  I screamed out his name as my orgasm thundered through me. He pushed down on my neck as it tried to buck off the counter, forcing my body to feel everything to the max, and it overwhelmed me with pleasure. He rubbed my clit until I stopped spasming and I felt so empty without him, I could have cried.

  “Get on your knees,” he commanded, and I shuddered at the authority in his voice.

  I obeyed and jumped off the counter to kneel before him. I opened my mouth, and when he entered me there, I could taste my essence on him. I grabbed his cock with both hands, making a tunnel from my mouth to my hands that enclosed over him. He moaned and let me work.

  I opened myself wide enough to take him deep in my throat. I bobbed up and down on his dick, my hands worked furiously, my tongue swirled over his engorged head, until he finally barked out his pleasure and came in my mouth. I sucked down every last bit of him, enjoying the groans he made with each drop.

  “Good little Princess,” he said petting my hair as I looked up at him from below.

  I licked my lips and grinned mischievously at him. His eyes sparked like a flint in response. I trembled under the weight of his stare.

  It was going to be a very long night.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  BRIAN

  I wasn’t blind. I saw the way that man looked at my wife.

  And I saw the way she looked at him.

  It wasn’t a surprise, so much as a confirmation of the worst. I'd been content to ignore it, if I'm going to be honest. Every bone in my body told me something was going on, but I refused to acknowledge it. Things were easier that way.

  There were signs. For nearly eight years that woman has always texted me good night when we were apart. Some nights, most nights these days, I never got that text. Then there were the times I would come home early and see two high ball glasses in the sink when she'd supposedly been home alone.

  Perhaps most telling of all were the faint, healing marks. Those soft blushing bruises all over her beautiful body that she thought I couldn't see in the dark.

  I wasn't born yesterday. I know what our world is like. Lexie isn't the only one with secrets. As long as she was discreet, I was able to turn a blind eye. That was until that woman called me. Lori, Derek Drake's spurned lover who took it upon herself to tell me he'd been fucking my wife all summer.

  It was one thing to have my suspicions that I ignored. It became something else entirely when it was thrown in my face. Maybe it was hearing someone else's affirmation of how fucked up it was. It gave me perspective. I became obsessed. I had to know for myself.

  My phone chimed an alert and the message across the screen made my heart sink: CAMERA ACTIVATED. She told me she was out with Em and the girls tonight. I pulled open the app and watched the feed from the motion-activated camera I installed in our bedroom. Once it's triggered, the video streams right to the app.

  I squinted down at my phone as two bodies filled the frame. The camera was hidden above the door, and it gave me a direct view of the bed. I blinked at what I was seeing...Is he? Were they...? I opened the app on my laptop to bring the feed up on the larger screen.

  Derek was pulling Lexie around on a leash. He had her in a collar and was making her follow him around the bed
room on all fours. Except for the collar and leash, she was completely naked. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs as he spread them wide.

  Lexie clawed desperately at his pants like she was starving for him. She pulled a cock like a porn star out and took the insane length into her mouth.

  My heart twisted and churned. I couldn't bear to watch, but I couldn't look away. The way he pushed her down on him, he was rough and greedy with her in a way I'd never be. All too soon, he had her on all fours on the bed. He fucked her hard, harder than I knew she'd ever wanted, and she squealed in delight. Derek was so dominant, so in command. He pleasured my wife in a way I never could.

  I tried to ignore my own growing erection, but I couldn't. My horror gave way to lust as I watched another man, a bigger, better man, pleasure my wife.

  And I liked it.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  LEXIE

  "I want you to wear this tonight," Derek said as he held up the plug. It was new and shiny, and bigger than the ones he'd used on me before.

  "Excuse me?"

  He couldn't be serious. He was on his lunch break. I was making myself a salad when Derek stormed into the kitchen, dragged me into the bathroom, and rode me hard. The whole thing was finished in less than ten minutes, but I was still flustered and aching for more. As I looked at the metal plug he was holding up, I felt an all too familiar throbbing between my legs. Along with a spike of fear.

  "You heard me," he all but growled, smiling like the devil he was. He knew what he was asking me to do would push me to my limit.

  "You want me to wear this in public, to Emma's black tie Fourth of July party?"

  "Yes, and I'll be there to make sure you behave."

  "She invited you," I said. It wasn't a question. I could kill that woman. "You know I have to go with Brian."

  "Yes, which is why I need you to remember who you really belong to."

  "What about when we get home?"

  Make sure it's out before he can find it," he said like it was meant to be a fun little challenge. There was an especially devious gleam in Derek's eyes today. More so than usual. I was immediately suspicious.

  "What are you up to?" I quirked an eyebrow at him.

  "Trust me, Princess," he smirked, "you don't want me to ruin the surprise."

  Derek placed the plug in my hands, it was alarmingly heavy, and pinned me with a kiss before he went back to work. He left me in the kitchen with my heart thudding and my mind whirling.

  Tonight was going to be interesting, to say the least. Derek had been better than the last few weeks. He'd stuck to the boundaries I needed. He gave Brian and me our space. I knew he didn't like it, but he tolerated it, so long as he believed I hadn't been orgasming with my husband.

  I'd done a splendid job of lying to Derek about it and everything had been going well. He'd been pushing me to experiment more and more. I even pretended to be his dirty little pet as he led me around the house on a leash. I got wet just thinking about that night.

  Tonight, though, would be the first time he'd seen me and Brian together since that weekend Brian came home early. I was anxious that Derek would snap, that his possessiveness would overwhelm him. I would have to be careful not to set him off.

  I looked at the plug in my hand and cursed out loud. I'd be feeling this thing all night, and that's exactly how he wanted it, the monstrous man.

  I smirked to myself. Tonight was going to be fun.

  Emma's parties were always over the top. Brian and I walked into the mansion, arm in arm, and were greeted by a butler who announced our names at the top of the stairway (like I said, over the top). I felt everyone's eyes on us as we descended the large marble staircase. One pair of crystal gray eyes stood out in particular.

  They honed in on me and stared as if they knew how every step brought the plug inside of me into sharp relief. It was an effort to keep my face even as I felt the round, hard mass work me up from the inside out.

  Derek's heated gaze did little to douse the flames.

  Brian wore a navy-blue tux with a white shirt and red tie with white stars. He looked trim and dapper; every inch the gentleman. Derek's tuxedo was, unsurprisingly, all black; black jacket, black shirt, black tie. Now Derek, he looked every inch the dark sexy devil that he was.

  I was wearing a couture confection of bright red silk with a sparkling silver trim. The front dipped to a low V that showed off my cleavage, while the back had two thin straps that formed an X across my back. It stopped right at the dimples above my ass.

  I'd topped it all off with a tiara studded with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires. I was a sexy, festive little Princess for all the world to see, but it was mostly for Derek's benefit. From the way he was looking at me, he knew it.

  It was a skimpy thing, perfect for hot summer nights, and I wasn't the only one to pull out all the stops. Emma's parties were also notorious for getting a little, well, rowdy. All around me, Manhattan's elite were showing off the best bodies money could buy.

  Corinne was wearing a canary yellow satin get up that looked more like a slip than a dress. It matched her auburn hair and her pert little nipples were pebbled under the fabric with pride. Michelle was wearing one of those see-through dresses that used elaborate beading to cover only that which needed to be covered.

  Emma was in pale purple, with a deep V that went down to her waist and capped sleeves that trailed whimsically at her shoulders. She looked like a Grecian Goddess, and her breasts were practically exploding out of the tight bust. She floated towards me like a lavender cloud.

  "Hello, darling," she embraced me with a peck on the cheek.

  She greeted Brian with similar gusto, and I watched with amusement as he helped himself to an eyeful of her ample bosom. I couldn't blame him. I looked at her hungrily too, and was shocked to feel a spark of arousal jumping to life. That was a first. I blamed it on the plug in my ass.

  I waited at a tall cocktail table while Brian mingled. A server in a sparkly red tuxedo delivered a glass of bubbly to my table. All the helpers were wearing either red, white, or blue, all with sparkles. I wondered how much it cost to outfit the whole staff in patriotic sequin uniforms.

  I sipped my drink and scanned the crowd. I felt him before I saw him. My body hummed in the way it always did when he was near. I turned to see him walking up behind me. He stood just a hair's breadth away, way too close to be appropriate, for just a moment too long.

  His musky scent surrounded me before he walked around to settle himself across from me at the table. He had a high ball glass of whiskey, with real rocks, that he sat on the table.

  "Are you wearing it?" he asked with no preamble.

  "Yes, Sir," I breathed, so no one else could hear. His canines flashed at me as he grinned his approval right as Brian sidled up to my side.

  "Hello, Derek," he said warmly, "don't you look dashing!"

  "I was telling Alexandra that she looks just like a princess," he said, grinning still.

  A flutter of excitement trilled through me at the sound of my pet name being uttered in public. I could only smile and nod while I sipped my drink.

  "And you her prince," Derek finished darkly.

  Brian stiffened at the words, and I wasn't sure why, but then he smiled and clapped Derek on the shoulder before Derek sauntered off with a foreboding "see you later." The energy between them felt different tonight. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something had definitely changed.

  "Shall we dance?" Brian offered a hand to me and swooped me onto the dance floor.

  The live band played an upbeat tune. It had been ages since we'd danced together, and Brian was much more in command than I'd remembered him being in the past. He led me in swoops and swirls that made the plug inside of me move and jumble in ways that soon left me breathless.

  "Have you been taking secret dance lessons?" I joked.

  "We all have our secrets, right Lexie?" he said with a small, somewhat sad, smile.

  A pan
g of worry hit me. There was no way he could have known, right? He'd have confronted me. He'd have kicked me out of the house and fired Derek on the spot. I reassured myself and let him whirl me around the dance floor.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I was surprised to see Derek dancing with Emma. I thought he'd hated her, but I guess he liked her cleavage more, and she was pressing it against his chest for the world to see. I giggled.

  Derek caught my gaze and rolled his eyes before leading them over towards us.

  "Trade?" he asked Brian.

  "My pleasure," Brian agreed.

  He dipped me back and placed a soft kiss on my lips before handing me over. I barely had time to watch as he scooped Emma up in his arms before Derek's hands were on me, pulling me close to him.

  The music switched to something slow and moody. Being out in the open with my forbidden lover was a rush. He didn't say anything as he held me there. The musky scent of him flooded my nostrils. We swayed on the dance floor, and it was all I could do not to grind up on him like a horny teenager at prom.

  With Brian, I felt like I was being led, but with Derek, I felt like I was being controlled. There was no choice but to follow as he wound us around the dance floor. There was barely an inch between us as we moved. He blazed down at me, making the heat build between my legs. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.

  "If I could, I'd bend you over and fuck you right here, right now."

  My cheeks flushed and he grinned deviously at me. Derek twirled me so I spun out before pulling me back in close to him. Flushed against his torso, his groin pressed against me and I felt the hard length of his arousal against my back. He held me to him for a moment longer than necessary, my gaze captured by his, before he twirled me out with a flourish of my gown.

  All the while, the plug stoked my excitement with every dip, twirl, and pull. And he knew it, the devil.