Evil Of Love

by Echeverria, N. L.

  I stop abruptly, fire burning in my chest, I cannot believe this mother-fucker would hurt a woman, especially use the one thing that men and women are supposed to enjoy, against her. I take a few breaths, clenching my fist, attempting to get control before saying anything. I look at her, eyes wide, and filled with fear. I want to take away all her fear, all her pain. “Stephanie, please answer me honestly,” I say, trying to hold my composure, “did he hurt you last night? Did he fuck you?” I bite back on my tongue, regretting my words already. I don’t even know if I want to hear her response.

  “We didn’t have sex, Eric,” she whispers and I let out a sigh of relief.

  “But…”

  “But? Did he hurt you?” my voice raising with anger.

  “No, I mean… I don’t know, Eric,” she replies softly and I’m lost. Either he hurt her or he didn’t. How can she not know? “He did what he always does when he’s angry with me. He either gets what he wants sexually or tortures me sexually,” the last part barely escapes her lips and I shudder in disgust. I don’t think I can hear anymore.

  “I don’t think I can stand him putting another hand on you, Stephanie,” I hold her hands, facing her, pleading. I wish she would just leave him.

  “I don’t belong to you, Eric. I’m married to Travis. At this point what he and I do is our business. I don’t think we should discuss this anymore.”

  “You’re right. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” I exclaim, as she looks towards the ground in obvious shame. I hate that she’s like this. I hate that she has no confidence in herself. She’s a beautiful woman and has a man that treats her like shit and here I am making her re-live it, telling her to make me promises that could put her in an even worse situation. That doesn’t make me any better than him.

  “Look. I love you, Steph. Walk with me.”

  I grab her hand and we continue down the path, in silence for a little bit, looking at the ducks swimming in the pond before we get to the running creek connected to it and cross over the bridge to round our way back.

  “I will not ask anything of you again, Steph. I won’t make you give me promises, especially when it’s about you and your husband. You know I wish you would just leave him. I’ve loved you since high school. I never stopped thinking about you. Even when I had girlfriends to try and cover up my sorrow, it only made it worse. We’re meant for each other and I’m going to make you see that you don’t need him. All we need are each other,” I say, pulling her hand up to my lips, kissing it gently. Once these four weeks are up, all I can hope for is that she’ll embrace the woman that she is. She’ll see how strong she is. I want her to be with me, not because she needs me, but because I make her a better person. I want her to be with me because she wants to. She needs to find herself and I’m going to help her.

  ***

  Stephanie

  I hated telling him about last night. About Travis and his sexual torture. It hurt saying I don’t belong to you, but it’s the truth and I’m starting to get tired of belonging to people. The way Travis had full control last night, pisses me off more than anything. What pisses me off most about last night is how my body responds to Travis’ touch no matter how much I don’t want it. I hate that I lose control of myself. I feel bad telling Eric and it’s something I didn’t want to discuss, and he seemed to understand. The walk was nice. I miss having a friend to talk to.

  He doesn’t let go of my hand the whole ride back to his house. Telling me about his parents and how they always discouraged his fighting but that he did it for me. It was his release and his way of being close to me in a sense. It’s crazy how two young kids who are looked at just as that, kids, but they never lost their connections. Both of us always longed for each other. I can’t say how many nights I laid in bed thinking of him. Imagining that we would meet again and now we have, but of course I’m taken. Not only taken, but married to a man that is all about control. I can’t even think about what Travis would do if I left him and he then found out I was with someone else. A chill crawls up my back just thinking about it. When he hit me for the first time, that’s when I truly realized what Travis is capable of.

  We pull into a condo building and I start to get butterflies in my stomach. I want to be with him. God, I want to be with him as many times as I can over these next four weeks. I’m still not sure if leaving Travis is something I’m capable of going through with and if I decide not to then I know I’ll have to stop seeing Eric. I have to get in as much time with him as possible. Besides, the way he touches me is like something I’ve never felt with anyone else.

  He winks at me with those large greens eyes as he runs his hand through his mangled blonde hair and rounds the front of the truck. Shit, I’m already wet. I squeeze my legs together, doing what I can to control my physical reaction to him. Opening my door he holds out his hand for me to grab it. As we touch electricity moves between us and already the butterflies are gone. There is nowhere I feel safer than in his arms. That is something that will never change.

  “I hope you’re hungry, gorgeous,” he gestures as I climb out of his truck. He has no idea how hungry I am, for him. I’d rather skip eating and just taste each other, but I don’t speak my thoughts out loud. Instead I climb down from the truck and his arms wrap firmly around me pulling me into his chest. I hold my breath, waiting for his kiss, but first he leans down placing a light kiss behind my ear and then slowly making his way down and over my collar bone before moving up and finding my lips. His tongue parts my mouth and I allow him in. I taste him, remembering the sweetness. After a few moments of our tongues being tangled he slowly moves away. Hands placed around my waist and he smiles his bright smile, showing me his beautiful teeth and then I picture it, his large cock in his hand as he stroked it for me while I watched through the computer cam. Instantly I burn a scarlet red, not in embarrassment, but in pure lust. I want to taste his cock in my mouth. I want to show him how many ways I can pleasure him.

  “Come, let me show you my place,” he says, and I’m pulled out of my sexual fantasizing.

  The condos are all brick exterior and are much larger than I had expected. I don’t know why but I was thinking they were apartment size. We take a small path, passing a few of the condos before we round the corner and he walks up to a solid oak door. He pulls his key from his pocket and turns the lock. At first when I step in I’m in shock. The floor that we walk into is dark hardwood which leads down a hallway, opening into what appears to be a living room.

  “Wow, this is a condo?” I exclaim, in shock. “It’s huge”

  “Well, this is actually one of the smaller ones and even at that’s it’s still too big for me. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

  Eric kneels down, gently removing my shoes and as he does his hand moves from my ankle, gently caressing my skin until he reaches the hem of my dress before moving to the other shoe. All I can concentrate on is how I wish he would just take me here in the hallway, screw the bedroom, but I control myself even though all I want is to pull on his blonde hair and shove his face in my pussy. I already know the feeling of his talented tongue and how easily it can send me over the edge.

  He gets to his feet, taking my hand in his as he directs me to the large living room. Flower petals scattered along the counter tops and tables and even on the two full couches. A huge flat screen TV hangs on the wall, a fire place underneath the TV, a black rug that covers the dark hardwood floor and trophies on shelves, obviously from his fighting. The smell of candles engulf the area and also the smell of food. Not sure what it is, but it smells delicious and my stomach growls in response.

  “So glad to hear you’re hungry. I’ll show you the other rooms and we’ll eat. This is obviously the kitchen,” he whispers, leaning into me, placing a kiss on the back of my neck as he brushes my hair away.

  The kitchen cabinets are just as dark as the floor and the countertop is a stunning black marble. The kitchen is huge. Of course not compared to Travis’ house, but for
a condo it’s generous. I feel Eric’s hand on my waist as he pulls me down another hallway.

  “I’ve got two bathrooms and three bedrooms. It’s definitely too much space for me so I don’t have a lot in the extra bedrooms.”

  He walks me down the hall till we get to the first door and he swings it open. It’s decent size, with a large king bed in the middle and a flat screen TV with a few nature photos hanging on the wall. Simple and obviously not being used. He then walks me to the next door which is basically the same thing as the first. Another bed with a TV and a few pictures on the wall of miscellaneous scenes. We pass a bathroom, which holds double sinks and a full tub and shower. The counters are made of marble like the kitchen and the cabinets are the same dark wood. As we pass through the hallway there are a few photos of his family which I recognize easily. One with him and his dad really shows off how much they look alike; the same messy blonde hair and perfectly shaped nose. There are also a few photos of him in the ring fighting and obviously winning.

  Then we come to the third door and my hands are already becoming sweaty. Yes, we had sex, yes he fucked me, but that’s different than being in his actual bedroom and allowing him to do whatever he wants to me. Betrayal begins to sneak up, but I quickly push the feeling away. I remind myself that this is only for four weeks, I’m giving him four weeks and if I can’t see myself leaving Travis then I’ll end this with Eric. I hate that in the end someone is going to get hurt and it kills me to think that it might be Eric.

  As the door swings open a dark bedframe comes into view and my jaw drops. Flower petals cover the mattress in a romantic scene that would come straight from a movie. The room is larger than the living room and kitchen put together. The bed is there to greet you as you walk in and as you continue into the bedroom there is a walk-in closet to your right and when he opens the doors all the way I’m faced with a closet that could be another bedroom. All his clothes hung neatly on one side of the closet and the shoes along the length of the wall on the other side.

  “I’m honestly not this vain. I get a lot of free shoes and clothes from sponsors. I don’t wear all of it and usually after a little while I will donate the clothing I don’t wear.”

  “That’s sweet of you, Eric,” I respond. I’m used to living in a mansion you could say. I just can’t believe that this condo has so much space. On top of that, it’s beautiful.

  We close the door and walk down to the left of the room where it leads into an enormous bathroom, holding a walk in shower as well as a Jacuzzi tub. The cabinets and counter tops are the same as the other bathroom. It’s simple but I love it. I could see him and me in that tub, washing each other, feeling every part of one another.

  “Your place is really beautiful, Eric. I can’t believe you have so much room here!”

  “I love the area and now that I know you’re here, I hope to never move,” he says, leaning in, placing his hand at the small of my back and pressing his lips to mine. His grip becomes tighter and his kiss deeper. I open my mouth more than welcoming to him and he takes full advantage of it. Finding my tongue with his, nibbling on my bottom lip. As the passion moves between us we become more desperate. With his strong body he moves me backwards until we’re out of the bathroom and back in his room and I can feel his bed against the back of my thighs. I’m panting and he groans in response. He finally releases my mouth and his tongue finds my neck and then my collar bone before reaching the top of my breasts. He puts a hand down the tops of my dress and instantly my nipples harden, but then my stomach growls again. Interrupting this perfect moment.

  “I could taste you all day, but you’re hungry. Let’s get you fed.”

  I sigh in response not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms.

  “Come on,” he whispers, breath still heavy and deep, as he grabs my hand and walks with me back to the kitchen. I would fuck this man right here, and I’m sure he wouldn’t stop me, but I want this time to be perfect. I want to enjoy every second with him that I can get. I’ll eat and then I need some relief.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Chicken Caesar salad? It looks delicious!” I compliment. He’s added chopped avocado, tomatoes and some onion slices as well. The lettuce is crunchy and cold and feels good against my lips that are still burning from Eric’s kiss. I watch him bite into his salad and as his full lips move and his tongue licks the extra dressing off, my pussy begins to tighten. I shake it off and concentrate back on my salad. The perfectly flavored chicken has me salivating. I don’t know if it’s that the food is so good, or just the fact that Eric prepared it for me. I watch him as he places another bite to his lips and his tattoos move with him and I admire the beautiful design.

  “The sooner you eat the sooner we can finish what we were doing earlier,” he says, winking at me. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold off from tasting your pink delight.”

  I smile and stop admiring him so I can get back to my food.

  “Thank you for inviting me here, Eric.”

  “Steph, you’re welcome here anytime. The more you’re here and not with your husband, the more I’ll be able to concentrate knowing you’re safe. I hope you’ll see that you’re stronger than him. You don’t need that asshole.”

  “I know, Eric,” I sigh, not wanting to get into it again. “It’s harder then you could understand.”

  “Well, I just hope I can make your decision easier,” he replies, dropping his fork and grabbing our now empty plates.

  I follow him to the kitchen, where I wash up. He places the dishes in the empty sink and quickly grabs me by the waist, lifting me up so that I straddle him. Wrapping my legs around his midsection as he holds me up by my ass, he walks with me to the back bedroom. God, I don’t know if I could ever get tired of this; his firm hands gripping me tighter as he places kisses up my neck, my chin and back. Pushing through his bedroom door he places me on my back onto his soft mattress as he continues to kiss my skin, moving up to my lips, his one hand still gripping my ass as he grabs at my chin with his other, holding my head straight as he takes me with his mouth.

  I’m taken back to the night I first lost my virginity, how he was so delicate with me, making sure to take his time. It’s not that he was experienced; it was more that he was exploring my body, feeling and tasting every inch of me, like he’s doing now.

  “You taste so good, Steph,” he whispers, between kisses.

  I open my eyes, taking in his heated appearance. His blonde hair is messier than normal and hanging partially in his face. He opens his eyes in that exact moment and his emerald green eyes are fueled with passion and need. He stops kissing me and lifts up slightly, staring at me in wonder, desire, and longing. I wish I could give him everything he wants, make him happy, but the fear of disappointing him and the fear of Travis has me stuck.

  “Wait here,” he says, climbing off me and walking around the side of the bed, where I hear him open the door to one of his nightstands. The sound of a lighter flicking sounds behind me and I turn my head to see what he’s doing. He lights a candle and places it on the nightstand and then proceeds to light another while moving around to the other side of the bed and placing it on the other nightstand. They smell like strawberries; almost edible. Eric walks past me again to his dresser where he lights two more candles. Before coming back to the bed he closes the dark curtains, so the only illumination in the room is the candles. The light flickers and his blonde hair stands out against it. He looks down at me as he waits at the end of the bed and smiles. That beautiful smile that brings butterflies to my stomach, the one that makes me want to give up everything and run away with him, the smile that has me melting in the palms of his hands. Not only do I want to be his, but I want him to be mine. I need him in my life. He brings love with him. Travis didn’t even light a candle on our wedding night and I guess I never thought about it until now. I always thought the sex Travis and I had was something I could never experience with anyone else, but Eric is different. He would never lay a hand on me o
r force me to do something I’m uncomfortable with. I know he would never punish me the way Travis does. It belittles me, makes me feel like a child and I hate it. It’s all I’ve ever felt with men, except Eric.

  I’m brought back to the moment when Eric kneels on the bed and I prop myself up on my elbows to get a good look at him. Running his hand through my hair, I tilt my head moving into it, kissing his palm. He moves for a brief moment taking off his shirt, exposing his smooth, built chest and I’m itching to run my hands over him. The light of the candles move over all the tattoos that cover his arms and move along his shoulder, covering sections of his side and chest in expressive designs. It’s beautiful, he’s beautiful.

  I watch him intently as he runs a hand through his hair, sighing, “You are gorgeous, Steph.”

  Before I get a chance to respond his hand is gently moving up my dress as he moves it past my hips and up to my waist.

  “Sit up,” he whispers, and I do as he says. He pulls my dress up and over my head and hangs it over the edge of the bed, leaving me lying here in my white lace bra and panties. “You are perfect. You deserve the world,” he whispers, leaning into me and I feel his hardness against my thigh as he places a kiss on my neck. Gently he unfastens my bra removing it and tossing it to the floor.

  Slowly trailing kisses down my neck to my exposed breast that are already starving for attention, he kisses the tops of each bulging breast before moving on down to my stomach and I take a deep breath inhaling preparing for where he’s going. Already knowing what he’s going to bring me. One of his hands cup my right breast, needing it gently as he rubs my nipple with his thumb, stimulating it and causing my breath to deepen. His lips continue down as he reaches my belly button placing a kiss on it as he peers up at me, making eye contact with those steamy green eyes. I want to turn away, but I don’t, I watch him. I want to watch everything he does to me. I want to remember this moment forever. His mouth lingers at the lace of my panties and his hot breath causes chills through my body. The wetness of his tongue teases my skin as he pulls my underwear down with his teeth. Arching my back and lifting my hips to help slide out of them, I’m already wet. He finishes pulling them off with his hand and drops them on the floor, then slowly licking the inside of my thigh, he moves back up to my sweet spot. My whole body shivers under his loving touch and I can’t imagine anywhere else I would want to be but here with him.