Chapter 5
Kiera
By the time I arrived home from the party, I was riddled with a mix of shame and guilt, made worse by the ache between my thighs, which had been a constant presence from the minute I took Jackson’s cock to the back of my throat.
In a bid to drown out every emotion racing through me, I cracked open a bottle of wine after I’d showered and cleaned myself up. Within an hour, the bottle was empty, and the ache in my pussy had intensified.
Giving in, I lay back on the couch and fingered myself until I came all over my hand with the images of Jackson fucking my face playing in my head.
Cue a fresh wave of guilt and shame, and once my orgasm subsided, I grabbed another bottle of wine from the fridge and headed to the bedroom I shared with Alec.
My fiancè.
The only man I should have thought about when I made myself come.
I had no recollection of what happened after that, but when I woke the following morning with the worst hangover known to man and the empty bottle of wine next to me, nausea bubbled up my throat, and the room spun.
Jumping out of bed, confused as to why the hell I was wearing a sexy nightdress that Alec had bought me last Christmas, I staggered to the bathroom and ejected the contents of my stomach.
My throat burned after I brought the last of the bile up, and I silently vowed to myself that I would stop drinking—a regular lie I told myself.
On shaky legs, I stood and crossed to the medicine cabinet, digging out the Tylenol and washing down two tablets with a glass of water before swirling mouthwash to rid the yucky taste left over in my mouth from vomiting.
At least I could spend the day on the couch feeling sorry for myself.
Deciding that a steaming mug of coffee would help my hangover, I didn’t bother changing out of the nightdress as I headed to the kitchen, wishing the pounding in my head would go away, and grateful that Billie wasn’t at home to see the state of her mother.
Reaching the kitchen, I gathered everything I needed to make my drink and allowed the events of the night before to play in my mind.
Gavin kissing me. The horror I felt at finding Jackson watching me.
My desperation to get him to delete the photos.
Me, on my knees as he rammed his cock down my throat.
If I hadn’t been so lost in the memories, I would have heard a car pull up, or at least, I should have heard the front door opening, followed by heavy footsteps through the house, leading to the kitchen.
But I didn’t.
So, when arms wrapped around my waist, and a set of lips pressed against my neck, I almost jumped out of my skin.
“Good morning, babe,” Alec crooned, using the term of endearment I hated so damn much. “Maybe I ought to go away more often if I come home to you dressed like this.”
His hands cupped my waist before roaming down my curves until he reached my ass, which was only just covered by the silk material.
The touch of his fingers caressing my ass cheeks made my skin crawl, but not wanting to add to the collection of bruises I already had, I didn’t shrug away from him like I wanted to.
Summoning the best fake smile I could muster, I twisted to face him. “I didn’t think you’d be home until tomorrow?” I said, hiding my grimace as I looped my arms around his neck.
“Thought I’d surprise you. I know things weren’t great between us before I left.
” No, they weren’t. He’d shoved me onto the floor and kicked me in the ribs because I didn’t want to spread my legs for him.
Before I could reply, his eyes flashed with a sudden burst of anger, and the hairs on the back of my neck prickled with awareness.
“You best not be wearing that nightdress because you had some other guy here fucking you?”
“Of course not,” I snapped, instantly regretting the spike in my temper that made my head pound harder and Alec’s gaze darken.
Softening my voice, I stroked a hand down his chest and fluttered my lashes at him.
I knew where this would lead, but it was better than the alternative.
“I just wanted to feel sexy, and I was missing you.”
A salacious grin spread across his lips at the seductive purr in my voice. His hand glided from my hip to my thigh before disappearing under the hem of my nightdress again, his fingers stroking over the sliver of hair on my mound.
“Let me show you how fucking sexy you are, babe,” he said, brushing his lips against mine.
Every inch of me wanted to push him away. Wanted to scream from the top of my lungs that I didn’t want him near me. My nerves tingled with the need to run to the shower and stand under boiling water to remove the feel of his touch on my skin.
Instead, I shifted my feet, giving him access to my pussy as I reached up to kiss him. His tongue plunged into my mouth, twirling with mine as his fingers began to roughly stroke along my slit, but completely missing my clit. As usual.
Pulling his mouth away, Alec placed a trail of slobbery kisses along my jawline, his cock growing hard against my stomach.
I closed my eyes, but instead of letting numbness consume me like usual whenever Alec fucked me, my brain threw up the image of the man I hadn’t been able to remove from my head for the last twelve hours.
My core clenched, and despite the headache still pounding, I let my imagination take over, believing it was Jackson who was rubbing my pussy, and not my fiancé. A needy moan burst free as I imagined Jackson’s finger strumming my clit, knowing exactly how to make my toes curl.
“You like that, Kiera?” Alec rumbled, only it wasn’t his irritating voice I heard; it was Jackson’s deep, alluring tones.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, rolling my hips against the fingers fucking me.
Abruptly, Alec pulled his fingers away. “I need to fuck you, babe,” he hissed, spinning me around and shoving my back forcefully to bend me over the kitchen island.
I pressed my cheek and palms against the cool marble, bracing myself. At least I was wet this time, something that didn’t happen often when Alec fucked me.
Closing my eyes again, I allowed myself to pretend that the belt being undone behind me was Jackson’s. That the familiar sound of a condom packet being torn open was so Jackson could sheath himself. That the cock pushing against my entrance wasn’t Alec’s.
“Shit, Kiera, your pussy is glistening ‘cos you’re so wet. Why can’t you get like this all the time?” Alec cursed as he thrust violently inside me.
Ironic. I couldn’t get wet for my fiancé, but my pussy was dripping for a man who hated me.
Alec’s grunts and groans reverberated around the kitchen as his thrusts turned savage.
With my eyes still closed, I bit my lip to stop from calling out Jackson’s name, my orgasm building, but still out of reach.
Another irony. Alec had never made me come, yet the fantasy of another man fucking me was enough to drive me close to the edge.
I should have known it was short-lived, though. With another thrust, Alec stilled as he filled the condom with his release, his fingers gripping the flesh of my ass cheeks and no doubt leaving marks.
Disappointment rushed through me, not just at being denied my orgasm, but at reality hitting me that it was the man I despised who’d just fucked me, and not the man I wanted it to be.
Slipping out of me, Alec chuckled as he stepped away. Slowly, I lifted myself in time to see him roll off the condom and throw it in the trash. A sated smile rested on his lips as he tucked his cock away.
“Make us some breakfast, will you, babe? I’m starved after that.” He planted a chaste kiss on my lips, and once again, I hid my grimace. “I’m going for a shower. Maybe after breakfast, we can have round two.”
My only response as he walked away was my body slumping in defeat.
Alec had always been a sex pest, but after he fucked me in the kitchen, he became relentless. I gave in several times, but frustratingly, my mind appeared to go on strike, refusing to conjure up images of Jackson, meaning I was all too aware of who was inside me.
It had been a week since the party, and the knot of anxiety that had settled in my stomach after Jackson caught me kissing Gavin finally began to loosen.
Surely, if Jackson was planning to use the photos against me, he would have done it already?
He’d promised to forget that I was at the party, so maybe he was happy with what he’d gotten out of our deal and was moving on with his life.
As I should have been.
Yet, aside from when Alec fucked me, I couldn’t get the night in question out of my head, and when Donna had messaged to ask if I wanted to go to another party, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been tempted—just to see if Jackson was there.
Of course, I declined. I was in enough of a mess as it was.
The following morning, Alec had to leave for work early, giving me a much-needed reprieve from his constant pestering.
He had meeting after meeting throughout the day, so there was little chance of him turning up at home unannounced and demanding that I spread my legs like he’d already done twice this week.
I was in the middle of my usual household chores—if the house wasn’t cleaned to Alec’s standard, he had another reason to hit me—when I was caught off guard with my phone alerting me to a text.
I didn’t need to think twice about my reply to Donna, who’d messaged to say she was arranging lunch at our usual haunt with Ava and Michelle, and asked if I wanted to join them. Less than two hours later, I was seated at the table with my girls, sipping a glass of wine.
Yep, I’d broken my ‘no more alcohol’ vow.
“So, been to any more of those parties?” Michelle said, winking at Donna from across the table.
Bella Cibo was our usual restaurant. The food was exceptional, and the wine was nothing but perfection. A pleasant buzz was working its way through my system, but at Michelle’s mention of the party, my body tensed, and my nervous gaze darted to Donna.
I hadn’t told her what had happened, giving her the excuse that I’d left the party early due to a headache, nor was I planning to tell her. Or anyone for that matter. It was another secret I would be taking to my grave with me.
“I had a great night,” Donna replied, her cheeks the same blush as her rose wine. “The guy I hooked up with at the last party was there, and we hooked up again. And let me tell you, ladies. When I say he knows what he is doing, I really mean it.”
She waggled her brows as Michelle squealed and Ava bounced in her seat. The two of them were happily married and wouldn’t dream of cheating on their husbands, happy to live vicariously through Donna and her exploits.
I downed the remainder of my wine, only for it to be topped up again by a passing waiter.
The guilt I’d been attempting to keep at bay reared its head, and despite trying to ignore it, it lingered in the back of my mind, even with the little voice reminding me of what I’d found the day Alec had returned from his business trip.
After he’d eaten the breakfast I’d prepared for him, he took a call and headed to his office.
I’d unpacked his bag so I could wash his clothes, only to come across a shirt that reeked of perfume and had a lipstick stain on the collar.
If I ever needed more proof that Alec cheated on me when he went away, I had it in my hands.
And yet, I didn’t call him out and leave his sorry ass. I let him fuck me a second time.
“I would love to have the courage to go to one of those parties,” Ava whispered conspiratorially, leaning across the table so the people around us couldn’t hear our conversation. “Would you ever go, Kiera?”
My wide-eyed gaze whipped to Ava, my mouth drying as all three sets of eyes stared at me, awaiting an answer. Thankfully, Donna played along, not giving me away.
“I… um…no, of course not,” I replied, flustered. “I wouldn’t do that to Alec.”
Michelle raised her brow. “Way to sound convincing, Kier.”
The beeping of my phone echoed from my purse, saving me from answering, but before I could reach for it, a shadow fell across the table, and all three of my friends gawked behind me at the person who had just arrived.
Twisting to see why the girls were drooling, my heart plummeted to the soles of my shoes when none other than Jackson grinned down at me. He was wearing dark sunglasses, yet I knew his eyes were burning into me.
“Afternoon, ladies. Apologies for the interruption. I’m here to pick Kiki up,” Jackson said, giving Donna, Michelle, and Ava his most charming smile and flashing his irresistible dimples.
Michelle and Ava beamed back at him as Donna shifted to me. “Kiki?” she grinned. “You know this hottie?”
“Uh, yeah. This is Jackson, he’s my brother’s friend.”
My heart thudded furiously against my ribs. What the hell was he doing here? Nerves flared to life, and with a shaky hand, I reached for my glass, only to pause when Jackson’s hand landed on my shoulder. “Are you not going to introduce your friends to me, Kiki?
He squeezed my shoulder a little too hard for it to be anything but a warning. Swallowing the building nausea, I waved to the girls. “Jackson, this is Donna, Michelle, and Ava.”
Releasing my shoulder, he removed his glasses. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies. And I sincerely apologize for the interruption, but like I said, I’m here to pick Kiki up.”
“Pick me up?” I asked, my brows furrowing as a knot tightened in my stomach.
“Yeah, James asked me to collect you. Check your texts.”
Instinct screamed at me that something wasn’t right. Why would James want Jackson to pick me up? He knew we could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. With dread flowing through my veins, I reached for my purse and rummaged for my phone.
Sure enough, I had a waiting message. But it wasn’t from James. It was from an unknown number. Morbid curiosity had me clicking on the message, and when a video popped up and began to play, blood drained from my face.
I didn’t need to look at Jackson to know he was smirking, no doubt enjoying my reaction to watching the video of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth.
His hand landed on my shoulder again, and I flinched before hesitantly peering up at him.
As I thought, the smug smirk was set firmly on his lips.
“Time to go, Kiki. Unless…”
He trailed off, but the threat was unmissable.
Unless I want him to show that video to my friends.