Lust Muscle: A Billionaire Revenge Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Oh, crap,” I whisper as I watch my phone’s screen light up. It’s sitting on my coffee table, and it’s vibrating so hard that, if I don’t grab it, it’s going to tumble down onto the floor.

  Reaching for it, my heart sinks down as I watch Liam’s name blinking on the screen. My mouth goes dry, and my heart starts racing inside my chest. I can’t run forever, can I? Sooner or later, I’ll have to face him.

  But I’m not ready - not right now.

  And so I shut the phone down and put it in flight mode, effectively cutting my only connection to the outside world.

  Right now, I just want to be alone.

  26

  Cara

  I can’t believe it’s already been one day.

  I even slept on the couch last night, for God’s sake! Instead of going to work this morning, I simply dragged myself to bed and collapsed there. I slept till noon, had some Thai delivered for lunch, and then crawled back to the couch. I spent the whole day laying here, watching old Friends reruns and old movies from the 90s, and I did it all with a bowl of ice-cream on my lap. Yup, that’s right, I’m turning into a living cliché.

  And that’s where I am right now, staring at the screen but not really processing what’s going on in there. I mean, I don’t even know what the hell I’m watching right now.

  My brain is just too busy, you know? And, despite all that busyness, I still haven’t reached a conclusion. A reasonable conclusion, I mean, since eloping with Liam to the Bahamas isn’t that reasonable. This is the classical paralysis-by-analysis situation, and you can trust me when I tell that having your life in a limbo isn’t fun. Nope, not at all.

  And, to make matters, worse, Liam has already called me again - twice in the morning, and twice after lunch. I turned off flight mode earlier today, but now I already regret doing so - I’ve been avoiding his calls all the same, staring at my phone screen until it goes dark again, and that really hasn’t helped to improve my mood.

  I might be hiding right now but, sooner or later, I’ll have to talk to him.

  God, this isn’t like me at all. Where’s the old Cara? The one that shoots first and asks questions later? The one that always knows what to do, even when the going gets tough? Right now, I look like the sappy female lead in a romantic comedy - except, of course, there’s nothing comic about this whole thing.

  Okay, okay… I know, I need to get my shit together, and I need to do it fast. Allowing this situation to drag endlessly won’t do me no good. In the end, depressed Cara won’t solve anything - what I need is to bring the old Cara back. Or, at least, try to.

  Alright, screw it, it’s time for me to face the music.

  Grabbing my phone, I unlock the screen and write Liam a text. I need to see you. Can you come over? I write, and then grit my teeth and force myself to press Send. A minute later, and his reply comes in: sure, will be there soon.

  Kicking the blanket off me, I jump up to my feet and march straight into my bedroom. I take my pajamas off, take a long warm shower, and then squeeze myself inside a pretty decent red dress - I don’t want to look too sexy for when Liam arrives.

  Yup, that’s right… I’m going to break up with him, and I’ll do it because it’s what I must do to protect my company... and because it’s also the right thing to do. As hard as it might be, in the end, it’ll be for the best. After all, I started this whole relationship under false pretenses, and Liam deserves better than that.

  And so, in the end, Misty will get what she wants. But, even though I’m going to break up with him, I sure as hell won’t do it in a humiliating way. Let Misty think whatever she wants, but I’m not going to attack Liam viciously. No, I’ll just cut things off swift and painlessly - or so I hope.

  “Liam, I think it’s better we go our separate ways,” I start, running the tip of my tongue over my lips as I stare into the full body mirror in my bedroom, trying to keep a straight face. “We’re not right for each other and, as fun as this was, it’s time we end this. I’m sorry, I really am,” I continue, rehearsing my breakup speech and failing miserably. Why do the words coming out of my mouth sound like the most obvious lie ever told?

  “This was just fun, Liam. Harmless good fun, sure, but I don’t want anything serious. Right now I want to focus on work,” I say now, trying a new approach. Jesus, this sounds even worse.

  “We’re done, Liam. You can’t be with me, and I can’t be with you. This wasn’t meant to be,” I whisper, lowering my voice as my reflection in the mirror seems to grow cold and soulless. Oh, God, am I really going to do this? The words don’t even sound right on my mouth.

  Maybe… Maybe I’m afraid of telling him the truth. But how could I do that? That’d be the one thing that would break his heart for good - and, more than that, it’d make him hate me. And that’s the last thing I want, Liam’s hate. I can survive and endure his absence in my life, but I don’t think I can keep going if I know that he hates me. That’d be too much for me.

  “It’s over, Liam,” I repeat once more, trying to push all that fear to the back of my mind, and that’s when I hear someone knocking at my door. “Alright, it’s showtime,” I whisper, feeling a knot in my throat, my heart hammering hard against my chest.

  This is it.

  Steeling my face, I pat down the front of my dress, straightening it, and then walk toward the door. I take deep breaths as I go, and then I stop right in front of the door, my hand hovering over the handle.

  For a moment, I feel tempted to pretend that I’m not home, to simply ignore him until he goes away. But no, I can’t (I won’t) do that. And so, I curl my fingers around the metallic handle and push it down, the sound of the lock turning making my heart speed up even more.

  This is it - and no matter how hard it is, it must be done.

  27

  Liam

  When Cara’s door swings open, I’m hit all over again with straight up happiness just seeing her standing there.

  Fuck, the last couple days have been hell with her not returning my calls, ghosting on me like she did. I missed her so much. And not just like those first couple days when I couldn’t get her out of my head. No, it was like totally consuming.

  It doesn’t even make sense. I mean, it’s not like we’ve been dating long or anything. But it doesn’t matter. I missed her all the same. Just that little bit of time away from her was torture, especially after the intimate moments we shared in my apartment.

  It killed me that I couldn’t reach her. When she called me today and invited me over all I felt was straight up relief.

  And right now all I can think about is getting close to her again.

  I step inside and kick the door shut, then sweep her into my arms, crushing her body against mine and lowering my mouth to hers before she can even say anything.

  Our hands are everywhere, groping and clutching and exploring as we fight to get closer and closer. It’s like we can’t get close enough. As if every millimeter of space between us is too much. I want to sink into her, not knowing where I end and she begins.

  Fuck, I want her. Not just that. I need her. I fucking crave her like she’s air, like I can’t breathe without her. Like she’s what keeps me alive.

  And my body comes alive under her touch, her hands tangled in my hair as she kisses me back just as passionately as I kiss her. Hungry. Needy. Desperate.

  I fucking love that she craves me the very same way I crave her. She needs me just as much. It’s obvious by the way she strains against me, fighting to get even closer.

  I devour her mouth as my hands consume her body, staking their claim. She’s mine.

  “Fuck, Cara,” I mutter against her neck as we break the kiss, gasping for breath. “I missed you so fucking much.” I rain hungry kisses down her neck to her shoulder. I nip at her sensitive flesh and feel her heartbeat racing in time with my own.

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every single second.”

  It’s nothing but the truth. My mind has been consumed with h
er. I’ve barely been able to sleep, unable to focus on my work. Nothing has mattered these past couple days. No one has ever gotten to me the way Cara has. Ever. It means something.

  Connor initially said that maybe she was the one. That her getting under my skin so quickly had to mean something. And it does. I don’t dare admit, even to myself, what it is, but it’s there nonetheless. I can’t fight it.

  I don’t want to fucking fight it. I just want to be here with her. That’s all that matters.

  “Cara,” I say, cupping her cheeks and staring down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been without you? All I could think about was you and why you weren’t answering my calls. You have no clue how happy I was when you called.”

  She stares up at me, wide-eyed, and I catch another glimpse of something that fills me with unease. “Liam.” She places her hands on my chest and bites her lip, looking away. I watch her carefully, my stomach doing a weird little flip when she pushes lightly on my chest, trying to put a bit of space between us.

  But fuck that. I just tighten my arms around her waist, not letting her move. She’s not getting away from me.

  She takes a deep, shaky breath before looking back up at me again. “I need to tell you something important.”

  My eyes narrow and my mind spins. I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is. Though I have a sneaking suspicion of what it might be. I’d hoped things wouldn’t play out like this, especially now that I recognize just how much I need her. Being here with her after the short time apart only cements it.

  I shake my head. “We can talk later.” I grin. “After.”

  I’m not waiting another second. It’s been torture being away from her, and me and my dick both need to make up for that lost time.

  She doesn’t resist when I suck her lower lip into my mouth. She simply goes limp in my arms, giving in to the sensations I know I’m evoking in her. Her breath hitches, and I feel her nipples harden into tight little nubs as I press her closer to my chest.

  Her arms run up my chest and tangle in my hair again, and I take advantage of the opportunity. Sliding my hands under her dress, I trail my fingers around to her stomach, feeling it jump at my touch, then I pull the dress up and over her head, discarding it quickly. I immediately bury my face in those perfect tits, inhaling the scent of her that’s haunted me at night. Her scent that lingered on my bed sheets, mocking me with the fact that she wasn’t there.

  “Fuck, baby. I missed this body so fucking bad.”

  She groans as I pull down the cup of her lacy bra and suck her nipple into my mouth.

  All thoughts of anything she wanted to say have disappeared, and now it’s just us in this moment, losing ourselves in the other’s touch.

  Snaking one hand around her back, I flick the clasp of her bra, and it falls down, fully exposing her luscious tits to me. I toss it away as well, cupping the full globes and giving her other nipple just as much attention as the first.

  I need her bare. I need to see all of her.

  Bringing my mouth back to hers, I sear her lips with another scorching kiss, my hands working on peeling down her thong, dropping to my knees as I pull them all the way off.

  Then my face is right there in front of her pussy. I inhale her scent and press a gentle kiss to her mound. Her legs quake as she grips my head, and I smile up at her.

  “I’ve missed you so fucking bad.”

  Time to completely disappear in this body that I’ve craved more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.

  28

  Cara

  His fingers go around my waist and he brushes them over the curve of my ass. My heart is already beating fast and, even though I shouldn’t succumb to lust and desire, that’s exactly what I do.

  Taking my hands to his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.

  Oh, how am I ever going to be able to break up with him?

  His hands go up my body, settling on my shoulders as he pulls me close. I feel him grabbing at the straps of my dress and I just let him pull them down my arms, bunching it up around my waist.

  He looks at me, licking his lips almost unconsciously as he looks at my almost naked chest, and then pulls me back into him once more. My naked skin brushes against his, and I can feel it prickling, goosebumps all over me. Still in his embrace, I feel his fingers on my back as he unhooks the velvety bra I have on. I let it slide down my arms, my hard nipples sending a ripple of electricity down my torso as the cool air of the room laps at them.

  I stand still, letting Liam take a good hard look at me. He isn’t smiling or grinning - he just stands there, in front of me, looking at my body as if I’m the last woman on earth.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Cara,” he says as I grab at his shirt and take it off his body, running the open palm of my hands down his arms. I smile at him and, without taking my eyes off his, I let my fingers trace a slow and tortuous line over his chest and abs and down to his belt. Hooking my fingers around it, I pull Liam into me, our foreheads resting against each other. I reach for him with my mouth and tenderly bite his lower lips.

  “No,” I say, “I’m the luckiest woman in the world.” As I say it, I feel desperating tugging at my heart. I’m just digging a deeper hole for myself, ain’t I?

  His hands go down over the curve of my backside and he grabs me there, our bodies pressing against each other. With my naked breasts against his chest, I swear I can almost feel his heart drumming away.

  I unbuckle his pants, the metallic sound of the buckle filling the whole room, and then I pull the belt out. My heart’s louder now, almost racing. As softly as I can, I brush the tip of my fingers over his crotch, feeling the shape of his erection straining against his pants. To feel his desire for me like is almost magical.

  Taking my time, I unbutton his pants, his length pressing against the back of my hands as I do it. His pants unbuttoned, I brush my fingertip from the base of his cock to his tip, over the smooth fabric of his boxer briefs. He’s pulsing with desire, but the ball is on my court - and I will take my time now.

  I keep on brushing against his cock just like this, the tip of my finger going up and down, up and down. I look at him and he’s gritting his teeth, hunger flashing behind his eyes.

  I grab the hem of his boxers and, careful not to touch his cock, I lower them. His massive erection springs free, pointing up and straight at me as if accusing me of tortuous teasing. Just like I love it.

  Still without touching it, I grab the hem of his trousers and slowly start pulling them down his legs as I go down to my knees. I look up at him, a grin on my face, and I know he’s bursting with anticipation. He’s going to have to wait.

  I untie his shoes, taking more than the necessary time to do it, and take them off his feet. I then pull both his pants and boxers off, my hands then brushing against his lower legs and up. It’s almost as hard for me as it is for him - I want to tease, yes, but with his naked body towering over me, I’m teasing myself as well.

  My hands climb up his legs and to his waist, my eyes not leaving his for one simple second. His cock is throbbing, almost jumping in place as if begging for me to touch it. And I do want it, I want it so bad it hurts.

  But it’s not time yet.

  My fingertips go around his waist, and then I lower them to his inner thighs, feeling the warmness of his skin as his breathing starts to grow deeper. I lean into him, his cock just one inch away from my parted lips; but I remain in place, still not touching it. His body is tensing up, and I know how hard he’s resisting the urge to simply grab my head and thrust his hips at me.

  I open one hand and, with the open palm, I caress his balls, feeling their weight. Just by touching him there, his cock starts pu
lsing, thickening even more than what I thought would be possible. I let go of his ball and let one single finger rub his cock all the way from his root to his tip; I then take it off and go back down to the base, repeating the process over and over again. I’m actually surprised by the way he’s resisting his own wild urges.

  I tilt my head sideways and, reaching for him, I plant my lips on his shaft. My kiss is soft, my mouth barely touching him, but even so I can feel the warm blood that runs through his cock furiously.

  I part my lips slightly, feeling more of his flesh on me, and I suck gently, kissing his shaft on a downwards line all the way to his balls. I then go back up, stopping just one inch away from his tip. Pulling back, I look at him and let my tongue slowly escape my lips and reach for his tip.

  His hands go to my head when my tongue touches him, but he simply lays them there, not moving at all. I start tracing circles around his cock, smoothly brushing my tongue over his tip. I know he can’t wait for me to start sucking on him, and I just love how the anticipation is almost palpable.

  Without even grabbing his cock with my hand, I open my mouth and carefully engulf his whole tip, pulling back slowly over it. He grabs at locks of my hair and, when I look up at him, I notice he has his eyes closed.

  I do it again, the tip of his cock inside my mouth, and then I slowly start lowering myself, his cock rolling over my lips and deep into my mouth. I press his thickness upwards with my tongue and, the moment I feel him exhale sharply, I grab his cock with my right hand. His hands on my head jerk a little, almost as if he has been shocked, and I can’t help but feel my pussy become moist and dampening my thong.