He turned his head away and toward the darkness outside and Alyson knew she hit the right point. “Oh my God, you did kill someone, didn’t you?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But because of my actions two people died. Regardless of what happened, it’s not for me to decide who lives or dies.” He hung his head and walked back to his chair. Slowly, he looked back up to Alyson. “It wasn’t my fault but I was there.”
“What happened? You have to tell me.” The excitement built in her.
He closed his eyes and reached for Alyson.
~~~*~~~
Sharnet
She stood quietly in the dim bedroom light. Nights like these always stirred her. Being alone, feeling insecure, wanting closeness. The emotions all welled up inside the body of a woman so passionate that the word “lust” couldn’t describe the way she felt about men and sex.
Sex to her was almost sacred. More like a gift between a man and woman. The ultimate sacrifice of body and soul. But something had been lacking in her life. The one thing that all couples need to survive…desire.
For all of Sharnet’s conquests, she still longed for that desire. To be wanted by a man. Having someone want her so badly that he cried to taste her.
The way her husband used to be.
Her life was one of sacrifice and status. She had married a powerful man and pushed him to succeed further than he thought he could. She gave up her dreams of children so they both could climb higher in society. Her goals were achieved and their success grew, but the one thing that dwindled in her life was the fire between them.
He spent more and more nights away. The business weeks turned into business weekends on the boat. The little time spent together became more like two strangers relearning each other. Their sex life was next to nothing, at least for Sharnet. He had a mistress, she knew, and on the special nights he’d make an effort to be a man for her, they’d end up fighting and after that came a slap and abuse. Those nights never leave a woman. After the first hit from the back of a trusted man’s hand, more slaps and punches would follow. Her escape involved friends and shopping.
She looked at her palm and saw the golden medallion her friend had given her to keep safe. It held secrets—stories told from woman to woman over time. Sharnet didn’t believe the myths but it was something to fantasize about.
Her chocolate-toned skin blended into the darkness behind her as she stood in her expensive peach-colored bedroom ensemble. The kind a woman buys when she doesn’t need to look at the price tag. The top closed with lace ties and beneath it was a thong made of the finest silk. It felt as if she had nothing on, it was so comfortable. But the man who should appreciate it wasn’t there tonight.
Her large bedroom was decadent and beautiful. She walked to the tall glass doors of her balcony and opened them, shuddering as the wind rushed in through the windows. The sheer robe blew like the curtains in a wave of fabric. Her round, firm breasts pushed outward, the nipples erect and aroused by the chill. Her underwear covered the fires inside her soul.
She closed her eyes and let the breeze sweep her away, clinging tightly to the medallion and pressing it to her chest. The whistle of air careened through the room. She was free.
“Damn, you are so…fucking…sexy!”
She smiled and turned toward the voice. “Carl, I haven’t heard you say that to me in…” She stopped dead, seeing it wasn’t her husband.
It was him.
She saw his shadowed frame through the windswept white curtains. He was a large man, his black shirt fluttering around him, revealing the muscular etchings of his torso. He wore black pants that clung to him like an extra layer of skin. His black hair swayed, showing Sharnet only a glimpse of his face. He was dark, mysterious, and she knew he was a force to be reckoned with.
He walked closer and she froze, unable to move. With each step he took she wanted to scream but didn’t. The so-called myth was true.
“You have a body built for fucking, Sharnet. Why are you wasting it?”
She was somewhat stunned by his abrupt words. She was a lady and demanded a little respect. “You don’t need to talk like that.”
The curtains floated like clouds around him as he crept closer to her. “Why not? You know why I’m here. You asked me to come to you. I’m not here for tea or chitchat. I’m here to fuck you. To fuck you like a woman needs to be taken.”
Heat swept through her blood. He was right. She didn’t want someone to talk to, she needed a man to take her. “It’s getting cold in here.” She pulled her top closed over her breasts.
“Not for long.”
With a wave of his hand, the bedroom fireplace erupted in a burst of flames and the fire blazed. Sharnet’s inner fire was just about to do the same thing.
“Don’t cover yourself. A woman like you needs to be seen in all her glory to be appreciated. Bodies like yours are molded for a reason. Your body just happens to be designed to fuck right now.”
Swallowing back a gasp, she opened her top. The firm nipples a signal of her arousal. The thin fabric fell down along her arms and dark skin to the floor.
Her knees buckled. His crass words were penetrating the shield she fought so hard to maintain. He was attacking her without anything but his words. They were only about six feet apart. Like a hunter stalking his prey, he circled back and forth in the room. She moved back to where the fireplace shone warmth and light.