He could taste the bile in his throat which had spilled sometime last night, dripping fresh bitter juices in his mind, body and soul. It clogged his brain to a state of inability to think, and halted his lungs from functioning properly, inducing pain and discomfort in his system. He failed to think properly as those images he had suppressed for years, covering them with greater physical pains returned more clearly than those HD quality pictures Viscount had used to fuck with his head. Seeing the two women he had strong distinct feelings for discussing so intently did it to him, making him sprout those words he had vowed not to reveal to anyone. He had left the limo minutes after that unplanned revelation and driven aimlessly for hours till he'd run out of gas by the side of the beach. He had sat by the shore, stifling those images which were crawling with more strength than he could control, and before he had known what he was doing, he had been on his knees, punching the sand and s

"Seeing as you answered on the first ring, you opened my package." Clara held the call and looked up to her assistant whose bubbly mood had dissipated on seeing the expression in her boss' eyes. "A moment please, I need to take this in private." "Oh...sure!" Jessica muttered with a polite smile and breezed out of her office the next minute, the doors sliding shut after her. Then Clara sucked in a deep breath and tapped the screen, turning around in her seat to face the drawn curtains, her mood pensive. "Viscount, why go through that much trouble?" She was forcing herself to remain calm despite the inner turmoil clashing in her head. Her fingers were gripped tightly to the phone, so much that her veins popped out of her skinny palm. The bastard at the other end of the phone chuckled, a deep guttural laughter which crawled like worms into her skin. She hated him for all he was worth. "Maybe it's because I've missed you. Come on, you wouldn't have answered this call if I hadn'

Andre stared at her, waiting for a laughter to tear from those tempting full lips, for a withdrawal of those cuffs and perhaps something verbal that would indeed confirm how much of a joke it was. But there wasn't a hint of amusement lurking in those forest green eyes, rather, her expression of cold determination took him aback for a minute. A duration of time long enough to remind him of how much he had hurt her. "Babe, I'm sorry." He didn't reach for the cuffs as he took a step forward, but his fingers made contact with that thin dividing curtain, itching to tear it apart and break the barrier between them. "I'm... I was a fucking coward." He couldn't bear being at the receiving end of the coldness in her eyes which contrasted the warmth with which she had beheld him for so fucking long. Till he had gone and messed it up by taking the high jump. She remained mute and unmoving for a few seconds within which his heart pounded in loud anticipation and fear, before she moved forw

His muscles ticked, his eyes flaring in reaction to those words. She wasn't going to fucking try that after teasing him, was she? She started to circle around him, her heels kissing the softness of the plush rugs. He wanted to kiss those cruel lips and fuck her pink tongue. Knowing how obsessed he was with her, could she really do that to him...? "And come to think of it, you deserve it, because you've done this to me before." She was behind him now, close enough that her face was buried in his neck, torturing him with the strong whiff of her cologne and the provocative use of that low seductive voice. Shit, he remembered it painfully well; how he had once seduced and attempted to manipulate her into giving up her position at the company. Karma was a mother, but Clara was the Queen of retribution herself. Hell, she couldn't be thinking of bringing it up now that his dick was so fucking up it could kill him. "I'm sorry about that time." He muttered painfully, shutting his eyes

"Liberate me, cara." *** The bets were off along with the roleplay, discarded like the shackles of cuffs which lay on the rugs now, sometime just before the short trip to the bed. One in which Andre piloted them both joined to the hips, their tongues dancing to the music of the fast synchronised rhythms of their hearts. His fingers were splayed across her back while the other palm cupped her neck as he led them in that ride of a dance, his expertise feet walking her backwards towards the bed. And as the perfect partner in every fucking ramification, Clara tilted her head to the side and followed his lead, so immersed in the steps which seemed so practiced she wasn't aware of when they got to the bed. Till the silky sheets and foam massaged her back, her stiff neck relaxing against the warmth. He didn't ravage her under the instincts of pure lust, but remained standing for a few seconds, his pretty orbs filled with so much feelings which threatened to bring tears to her eyes. Be