19
Jared
“St.James.”
“Sir, I’m calling for the update you requested earlier tonight.” Mike’s stern, clipped voice filtered through the phone’s speaker while I continued encoding the prototype Peter hadn’t completed before hisparting.
With unparalleled concentration, my eyes darted back and forth across the screen with as my fingers rapidly keyed in data. “Goon.”
After leaving her bedroom earlier, I intended to go home, but instead, I found myself driving back to the headquarters to keep working on this new project. The moment I entered my domain, I immediately speed-dialed Mike to inform me the second Gisele got home because I found it impossible to resist her tonight after what she and I had just shared. My body craved her like a drug. Tonight proved my resistance was in shambles. Why keep denying what my body had been imploring to ravage unceasingly? The constricted narrow channel in between her thighs was a mortal man’s Eden. The rush it gave my body each time the head of my cock pierced through her snug opening was the ultimate nirvana. The sensation her cunt bestowed upon me as I pillaged her, greedily clamping down on my length, sucking me back into her sweet depths was absolute ecstasy. Or witnessing her abandon any inhibitions by allowing me to use her body merely as an object of pleasure. It was sheer unmitigated euphoria. Giving her up after experiencing her blooming and accepting her sensual nature would beludicrous.
Coming to terms with my cock-driven decision took some getting used to. However, the moment my mind took hold of the idea, I fathomed tremendous strength would be implemented to resolve fighting through my long-standing demons. Nevertheless, I was fairly prepared to face the ghosts of my past, no matter how agonizing it implied or in spite of the arduous mental obstacles it entailed. The cost was high—I understood as much—but I didn’t have the wherewithal to give her up anymore. No, Gisele was mine. I claimed herasmine.
My magnificent nymph. Oh, the things I dreamed ofteachingher…
Mike cleared his throat, halting my meandering, wanton thoughts. “Miss Weber’s back, sir. She arrived fifteenminutesago.”
Fifteen minutes ago? I frowned. “I specifically asked the second she arrives, Mike. Clearly, you’ve misunderstood me. Nevertheless, thank you allthesame.”
“No, sir, I heard you loud and clear, but my gut told me to wait before informing you Wyatt Rinaldi hasn’t come out of the house since theyarrived.”
The head of security knew I’d be ticked off about Wyatt Rinaldi. The past month, he’d been rather selective when providing me with Gisele’s whereabouts since I had all but given up on it. Now, after witnessing her being devoured like a blasted buffet on the kitchen counter, I hadn’t dared to check twice in fear of what I mightseenext.
My jaw gravely clenched as I tried to rationally comprehend what Mike had just stated. “Check the recordings. Tell me where Rinaldi is right now,” I gritted out as my hand gripped my knee, disconcerted beyond measure. She had promised. Moronic to admit, but I had actually held on to her word. Was she capable of retracting such a vehement declaration in a matter ofhours?
In the background, I could hear him typing something. Mike’s assertive voice came back on a minute later. “He followed her into her bedroom, sir. He’s definitely in there. Most likely staying the night, too. He usually does if he doesn’t leave after five to ten minutes after droppingheroff.”
Wretched fuck! How often did this cretin sleepwithher?
“Are you quite positive he hasn’t left? Check the footage again, Mike!” I sounded demented, but I didn’t give a bloody fuck. Before I did anything drastic, I urgently needed an infallible guarantee the besotted bastard was with her. This was critical—to me,anyway.
“He’s still in there. I have time stamps. Do you need me to send thefootage?”
“No need,” I bitterly growled into the phone. “Don’t call but do text me when Rinaldi leaves—immediately, Mike.Not five, not ten, not fifteen minutes later. The second the prick steps out of the front door, you bloody well inform me!” I thundered, out of my mind and incensed beyondcomprehension.
After ending the blasted call, I mindlessly stared at the screen as images of her aroused and obliging flashed before my very eyes. Wanton and alluring, Gisele proved to be quite the raging harlot these days. Oh, how she bloodymisledme!
I love you. There’s no shame in that, she ardently promisedhoursago.
Oh, yeah, she was so bloody overwhelmed with her declarations of love that she could hardly stop herself from spreading it around, now could she? In the throes of unbridled passion with Wyatt Rinaldinoless.
“YOU DECEITFUL BITCH!” I bellowed into my expansive office space, white hot with rage, wholly consumed by her betrayal and the lies shefedme.
I loathed believing her deceit. There was no need for promises. I sure as hell didn’t demand it. And yet, she did it, anyway, and by doing so, it chipped a huge chunk of my armor as I unconsciously let myself trust she’d only have me from hereonout.
Well, more was Ithefool.
What was the point of being celibate the past month, anyway? Rose had been placed on the backburner because my thoughts occupied another. But sex was sex…Still, something provoked me to take such drastic measures to remain clean, free from traces of another woman’s touch and carnalessence.
I did it…for her.It was my way of punishing myself for leaving her, and yet, look where that got me tonight. Utterlynowhere.
The evil side of me injected the idea of barging in on them, but another side argued that this could be for the best. This was what I had wanted in the beginning,wasn’tit?
Once upon a time, I had—before tonight transpired, before I savored how the wretched woman ignited with lecherous passion in my arms, dominated by an unfurling necessity forcompletion.
I supposed she had been left unsatisfied after orgasming twice. The lascivious woman coveted more. She had stated her plans on shagging Wyatt tonight. It seemed that plan remained intact. If not mistaken, Rinaldi was fucking her right this very moment…seeking the same warm crevice I vacated hours ago, with my seed aiding him to fuck her better. Well, good on them then.Truly.
What makes you think you weren’t fucking her with Wyatt Rinaldi’s nut coating yourdick,too?