by KB Jacobs
This. This is what I wanted. Anthony inside me, all around me, taking up space in my head and my heart. If that meant Triple B had to make an appearance from time to time, it was worth it. Worth it to have the real Anthony all to myself.
I tipped my head back, and Anthony drove into me over and over.
“Give it to me, Juliet,” Anthony growled in my ear. “I won’t be happy until I have it all. Every last ounce of you.”
He had it.
His teeth grazed my neck, and my hips bucked back at him. My nipples were on fire as every thrust pulled in the most delicious way possible. Anthony cranked up the vibrator to what must have been the highest setting, and I lost everything.
“Yes,” I screamed into the night as my core muscles clenched around his thick shaft, holding him tight as another orgasm barreled through my body. “Yes!”
“That’s it, Juliet.” Anthony grunted, his voice strained as his held the vibrator hard against my clit. His cock surged even farther into me. “Give it to me.”
Another wave of painful pleasure rolled over me. “Anthony!”
I gave in to the orgasm, and Anthony joined me, his cock pulsing inside me as I tightened around him.
We stood there for minutes...hours...days.
Finally, when our bodies relaxed, Anthony turned off the vibrator and eased his cock out of me. The loss was immediate, and my knees almost gave out.
“No you don’t.” Anthony placed a steadying hand on my hip as he undid the nipple clamps.
Hot blood rushed to the deprived buds as cold night air caressed them. That sensation alone would have been enough to send me into another orgasm if I hadn’t been completely spent.
Anthony reached around and undid the handcuffs, removed the waist chain, and unclasped the cuff around my ankle. Without the chains, I suddenly felt truly naked for the first time that night. As if he sensed my need, Anthony wrapped the cushiony, soft Union Jack blanket around me and lifted me into his arms.
I snuggled my head against his chest. “Thank you.”
Anthony kissed my forehead and walked back inside and down the hall to the magic door leading to our fairytale castle turret. It was almost like a scene right out of one of my books. But if this were my novel, I never wanted to reach the end. Because Anthony held more than just my exhausted, naked body.
He held my heart.
Chapter 33
Anthony
I rolled over in bed, smiling as I cursed the phone that rang throughout the house again. Nothing would ruin my good mood this morning, not even the phone that refused to let me sleep.
Last night had been everything I’d hoped...and more. I thought I’d been happy, but that had been before Melissa. My life had been nothing before I met her. Thinking about it now, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recognized just how empty I’d been. She changed everything. Suddenly, I could see a future stretching out in front of me that I’d barely been able to dream about a month ago. A life with someone who completed me.
I loved her.
My smile got even bigger. I rolled over, loving her scent that covered me.
Melissa had left for work over an hour ago, although she’d been running late. I couldn’t bear to let her out of the bed without having her one more time. Her smell covered the sheets, and I really didn’t want to leave it. But whoever kept calling was not going to give up, so I finally gave in and moved my tired body.
I slipped on a pair of sweats just as the phone began to ring again. Seriously, what the hell? I snatched up the handset. “Hello.”
“Finally. Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for hours.”
“Drake...” I rolled my eyes at his over-the-top dramatics. “It’s eight thirty on a Monday morning. What could possibly be so urgent? I was still in bed. I’m supposed to be recovering...”
“Yeah, I see how you do recovery. You looked in fine form last night. And it’s ten thirty on the East Coast where all the news media sources are based, so I’ve been working for hours trying to control this hemorrhage.”
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s everywhere. Turn on any news channel or open up an internet browser. Hashtag TripleBSexScandal is the number one trending topic right now, so you should be able to find it right away.”
Sex scandal? My stomach became a lead ball filled with trepidation as I snatched up my tablet and rolled through screen after screen of Melissa bared to the world in photos someone had taken of us last night. Photos of us on the party terrace. Her private bits were covered by those black rectangles they used for news sources, but anyone—hell, everyone—could see she was completely nude and in a very compromising position.
Melissa in chains and gagged. She looked gorgeous, and my cock half-filled at just how sexy she was, but then it hit me. These photos were everywhere. Other guys were looking at her, seeing her like this, getting turned on. I growled.
The headlines said it all.
Triple B’s Kinky Games.
Boarding’s Bad Boy Playing Bondage.
Quadruple-B...Add Bondage to His Title.
Pro Sports Figure Goes Too Far.
Is This Who Should Be Your Kid’s Hero?
Every headline got worse.
“How did this happen?” I asked Drake. The photos had been taken from the forest behind the house. I’d teased Melissa with that idea, but I never actually thought there was anyone out there, certainly not anyone with a telephoto lens.
“You screwed her where anyone could see,” Drake said with a sneer. “But don’t worry, I’m working damage control. I already released a statement about the girl, putting as much distance from her as possible. Of course, you need to cut all ties with her. Get her out of your house—”
“Wait,” I interrupted. “What do you mean you released a statement about her? What did you say?”
I immediately scanned the articles trying to gloss over the details from the eyewitness account of our activities last night. I didn’t want to see the spin on that. And then I spotted it...
Representatives from Anthony Millett’s camp released this statement:
Mr. Millett is of course very concerned with the leaked photos from his date last night. He was under the impression he was alone with the woman, Melissa Frye, and had no idea that a photographer was present. He apologizes.
Despite appearances, the woman was very much consenting to the activities they were engaged in. In no way or form was she coerced into something that she wasn’t one hundred percent party to.
We’re investigating Miss Frye’s part in the photos, but we’ve been led to believe that she may have been paid by a news media source for the photographs and orchestrated them being taken. Mr. Millett is devastated that a person he trusted would break that trust in such an egregious way. Charges will be forthcoming pending the investigation in Colorado.
My blood ran hot then cold and then hot again. “Is this true?” Melissa would have never done this, would she? My voice was quiet, shattered. My legs shook with the effort to hold me upright.
“What? Oh, you mean about your plaything? No, of course not, but to save your reputation, we have to paint her as the scarlet woman who seduced you. Everyone knows that guys can’t be trusted when it comes to their dicks. We need you to be the victim here, manipulated by a slut trying to grab onto her fifteen minutes of fame. She should have known better.
“Besides, this won’t hurt her. Guys will be knocking down her door to date her now. Man, I totally misread her, didn’t I? I believed her shy, innocent act. Maybe I’ll give her a call when this is all over.”
I saw red. If I could crawl through a phone and kill someone, I would be doing it right now. “You call her, and I will kill you. I’ll bury your body in pieces so deep in the forest no one will ever find you except the wolves that’ll eat the meat from your bones. But first, I will make you a eunuch.”
Drake sputtered. “What the fu—”
“Oh, and Drake, you’re
fired.”
I hung up the phone and flung it against the wall, shattering it. Oh, God. I had to get to Melissa and warn her. Somehow, we’d fix this.
Chapter 34
Melissa
I floated into the brewery on cloud nine. My body ached in the most delicious way possible as I dodged the falling snow from the doorway and ducked into the construction zone. Everything was taking shape nicely, and we should be back up and running ahead of schedule.
“Good morning,” I called out to the crew. Pulling off my knit cap, I shook out my hair and smiled at the world.
Last night had been more than I could possibly have imagined. Where Brad had been scornful and judgmental about kink, Anthony was open and understanding. I never thought I could share myself with someone like that, but Anthony made me want to trust him with everything. Even with the deepest secrets that I hid from everyone so I couldn’t be hurt again. But Anthony understood them all.
And he hadn’t run. He hadn’t called me a whore or told me how sick and twisted I was. He had called me a dirty girl.
A wide smile practically split my face in half.
I couldn’t wait to be his dirty girl again after work. Or better yet, during my lunch break. My inner muscles clenched in anticipation.
“Hey there, pretty lady.” One of the construction crew broke me out of my naughty daydream.
The guy next to him nudged him in the ribs. “Oh, that’s her all right.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something about their words didn’t seem right.
“Good morning,” I said again, a little less enthusiastically this time.
“It’s not yet, but I bet you could help me get it there.” The pair set down their tools and walked toward me.
“You got any toys in that bag of yours?” the second man asked, pointing to my purse. “I can tie you up so good, you’ll never want to be set free.”
Panic hit me like a bolt of lightning.
They took another step toward me, and I dashed for the office. What the hell was that?
Lake and Alex were already in. Anthony’s ministrations had made me a little late this morning. They both sat hunched over the computer in silence but looked up at me as I walked in.
“Shut the door,” Lake barked before I barely had time to walk inside.
I jumped and slammed the door behind me.
Alex ran from behind the desk and stopped me with both hands on my shoulders. “Have you been anywhere near a computer, social media, or television this morning?”
“N—no,” I stuttered out. “You’re freaking me out right now.”
Alex glanced over her shoulder at Lake, and the two of them shared a look that did nothing to ease my panic. My hands shook, so I clutched them together. “Can someone just tell me what the bloody hell is going on?”
Alex turned back to me, her face softened with concern. “Someone took pictures of you.”
It took a second for my brain to realize what she was saying. Pictures. I can tie you up...
“Oh dear god.” I rushed for the computer, but Lake stood up to block the screen.
“You don’t want to see it, Melissa.”
Hot breath sawed in and out of my lungs. Panic crawled up my spine and down my limbs, my whole body shaking with the need to do something. I nodded and swallowed back the sob threatening to send me over the edge.
“Yes, I do.”
Lake hesitated for a second before stepping aside. The screen behind her lit up with a giant picture of me. My intimate parts were blurred out, but it was obvious I was completely naked except for the gag in my mouth and the chains holding my body in place. Anthony stood behind me, fully clothed and fully intent on punishing my body with his cock.
I sat down and stared at the computer screen, unable to take my eyes away from the scene in front of me. The best sex of my life on display for the whole world to see.
Turning off the computer monitor, I laid my head down on the desk. The only reasonable option would be to crawl underneath and never come out. There was no recovering from a full frontal pic all over the internet. My dirty little secret was out there for everyone to witness.
My head jerked up. Anthony. This would ruin everything. He was supposed to be cleaning up his image. These photos... Oh my god, they’d ruin him.
I grabbed my bag and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Lake asked, her hand on my shoulder.
I couldn’t even look her in the eye. “I need to go see Anthony. His sponsors are going to see this.”
“Sweetie.” Alex twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Anthony already knows.”
I shook my head. “No, he was still in bed when I left.”
Lake gently eased me back into the chair. She sat down in front of me, and Alex took her spot on the desk.
“Anthony released a statement through his manager just a few minutes ago.” Lake looked to Alex, who nodded. “It wasn’t pretty.”
A rock dropped into my stomach. “Was it his sponsor? Did Adrenaline drop him?”
“He...” Lake threw her hands up and ran them through her short blonde hair as she looked to Alex for help. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Alex cleared her throat. “Melissa, Anthony threw you under the bus.”
My brain tried to spin and twirl at the same time, and I couldn’t get it to focus on anything. “What do you mean?”
“He blamed you.” Alex’s voice was firm but gentle. “He insinuated that you set up the photographer in order to cash in on the pictures.”
“Wha—” I gasped for air, but I couldn’t convince any to flow down my throat. My lungs shriveled up with the lack of oxygen, and the room swam in front of me. I loved him, and I was pretty sure he felt the same way. He would never do something like that to me, would he?
“Oh shit.” Movement erupted around me, but I couldn’t focus on any of it.
Anthony thought I did this? He thought I would destroy him...us...for a tabloid payout?
Something cold landed on my neck, and the scent of hot Earl Grey filled my nose.
“Come on, Melissa. Deep breaths.” Alex coached me out of the panic attack until I could breathe normally and sit up. “There you go. Have some tea.”
I didn’t want tea, but what I wanted wasn’t factoring into anything today.
Alex and Lake sat silently, watching me as if at any minute I’d fall apart again. I couldn’t blame them. Another meltdown felt imminent at this point.
What the hell had I been thinking? Had I learned nothing from Brad? I’d trusted him with my secrets, and he’d thrown them in my face. But this was so much worse. Anthony made me believe...I thought he might...love me. He’d only said it once—it had slipped out more than anything else—but it was there in the way he looked at me, held me, made me feel safe. How could I have been so wrong?
My phone buzzed, and I fished it out of my purse. A new text from a number I didn’t recognize.
Thank you for showing me what I’ve been missing. Now it’s my turn. ~Brad.
I threw my phone back into my purse and drained my cup of tea, the hot liquid burning my throat on the way down. Who the hell did these guys think they were? Enough was enough. I stood up and marched to the door.
“Melissa, where are you going?” Lake rose from her chair. “I think we should talk about this.”
I stared at the door, still unable to look her in the eye. “We will, I promise. But I need to take care of some business first.”
And by “take care of some business,” I meant I needed to let Anthony know exactly who he was dealing with.
Chapter 35
Anthony
I grabbed my wallet and keys off the kitchen counter just as I heard her slam into the house.
“Anthony!”
Juliet.
I rushed to the entryway, hoping she hadn’t seen the stories yet.
As I rounded the corner, she flew at me. “You fucking bastard.” Rage infused her face
as she pounded my chest.
“Wait, wait.” I lifted her away from me, ignoring the sting of pain her fists left behind. She might be tiny, but she had some strength and rage behind those punches.
But she wouldn’t listen. The remnants of tears had tracked down her cheeks at some point this morning, leaving trails in her makeup. Her eyes were completely clear of moisture now. No, now they were filled with hatred.
Hatred aimed at me.
I swallowed against the pit that opened up inside my gut. “We’ll fix this.”
Her laugh was hollow and bitter. “Yeah, I saw how you fixed it.” She shook her head and spat her words, although I couldn’t tell if they were directed at herself or me.
She pushed away from me and rushed up the stairs to her room. “I was an idiot to ever trust you. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I knew better. Seriously, did that asshole in high school not teach me anything? But I believed your pretty words and let myself get seduced by your gorgeous body. I’m an idiot.” She turned and pointed at me. “But no more. You can go screw yourself, Mr. Triple B... Although I think one of those Bs should stand for Bastard.”
“Hey, you need to calm down. This isn’t entirely my fault.”
She rounded on me her eyes wide with shock. “Oh, no? Not your fault? My Buckingham Palace is waving all over every computer and newspaper out there for everyone in the world to see and ogle. You were the one who stood up there and told me to look out into the forest and imagine who was watching.”
Tears filled her eyes, but she dashed at them before they could fall. “Did you know? Was this entire thing a setup to improve your party boy, Triple B reputation? Is that why you threw me under the bus? How could you lie about me like that? I trusted you.”
“No!” I tried to argue, but she wouldn’t listen to me.
She turned her back on me. She wouldn’t give me a chance to say anything. She truly believed I was the bastard she accused me of being. I stumbled. I thought she knew me, the real me.
She laughed again, and it sounded slightly hysterical as she gathered her clothes out of her dresser and threw them into a suitcase she’d snatched out of the closet.