Chapter 9
Behind the locked door of my office, I peeled off my robe, slumped against the wall, and gripped my cock hard. I stroked it, quickly finding the release that had been building up inside of me.
I could still taste her, smell her, feel her writhing under my fingertips.
The sight of her bare skin glowing under the torchlight, shadows dancing over her curves, the softness of her skin against mine — the sensations lingered like a dream as I quickly showered in the bathroom attached to my office.
It was slightly rude of me to leave her alone all the time, yes, I knew that.
Did I fucking care? Hell no.
I knew that Mae wanted me to fuck her, but I still couldn’t do it.
I knew this was wrong, I did. Using Mae to banish thoughts of Everleigh.
I tried to rationalize my actions by telling myself that Mae came to our temple for sex. And that was what she was getting.
I’d chosen her weeks ago because she reminded of Everleigh. I’d hoped she’d be able to quell my obsession for Ev. I’d been so wrong. Everleigh still showed up, always tempting me, always on my mind.
My feelings for her landed squarely between much more-than-mild obsession, and immense frustration and annoyance. I stopped just short of hate. I’d never hate her. Somewhere in that random equation was a wildly irresistible attraction that I spent way too much time and energy trying to eradicate.
I’d been wildly unsuccessful so far. Obviously, since I’d created some twisted sexual fantasy with someone else, just to imagine what it would be like to get close to Ev, to get a taste of her — touch her the way I imagined on a daily basis.
Everleigh and I had not kept our desire for each other a secret.
There was no mistaking that she knew I’d do anything for her.
And because of West, we both knew, unequivocally, that we were forbidden to touch each other.
Which, of course, only made things unbearably worse.
She’d been trying to get into the temple for a while now. Thankfully, West and Rian had resisted so far. Her being in the club would only exacerbate things. Rian, West, and I had created the Hush Hush Club together two years ago as the sexiest and most exclusive nightclub in Hollywood.
But the secret temple that was attached to the club was just that — a secret. Only the most elite of the elite were invited into that realm. Our security was our utmost priority, because the things we did in there were risky — to our lives, to our reputations, to most of our careers.
But we’d created this space for ourselves so we could fulfill our darkest desires with intention, satisfy our deepest needs in a space that we knew was safe. We prayed to the god of Acheron, the Greek god of death and pain, finding a spiritual fulfillment there, amidst the pain of our desires, that we couldn’t find anywhere else.
The three of us had grown so much since we’d opened. We’d had to work hard, and we’d learned a hell of a lot of hard lessons. But together, we’d seen our vision grow and thrive, and we’d grown and thrived right along with it.
We were proud of what we’d built. I’d been using the temple to meet my needs for a long time now.
I would have been down with Everleigh joining the temple, but I knew it would just make my desire for her grow to a wildfire that I’d never be able to control.
If Everleigh joined, everything would change. Being with others was already hard, but I knew I’d never be able to do it if she was there. I’d find myself incessantly watching for when she visited.
I knew I’d never be able to have her for myself. Our lips would probably never meet again.
My desire for Everleigh’s sweet velvety flesh overwhelmed me on a daily basis.
I knew that if I had a taste of her, I’d never be able to resist again.
The possibilities soared in my head. What if she did join the temple? What if I kept my hood on? If she didn’t know it was me she was interacting with? Would that solve everything?
Maybe this was the solution to the torture I’d been enduring. Her presence in the temple would mean that I could deal with those feelings by stepping in and touching her when I could, tasting her and pleasing her until she writhed helplessly beneath me.
I’d never fucking admit how much I wanted that, even to myself.
If she joined, I’d make sure to keep things under control. I’d never go too far. As much as I wanted to sink my cock deep inside of that sweet, beautiful pussy that I was sure would taste so amazing — fuck I wanted it so badly I could almost die from the yearning — I still wouldn’t do it.
If I was going to experience the pleasure of being completely enveloped in Everleigh’s pussy, I was going to make damned sure she was looking right into my eyes when I did.
I needed her to know it was me.
I needed her to know what that would mean to me.
I needed her to know what she meant to me.
Until then, I’d spend my time with Mae and pretend it was Everleigh until I could have the real thing.