Taboo Unchained(31)

“Oh God, Lucas,” Audra breathes, finding a grip on the hood and pushing her hips back, taking every inch of my cock inside of her. She braces herself so there's no give, so that every thrust of my dick hits her deep and hard. “Oh yeah. Fuck me so good, baby.” I don't much care for being called by a pet name, but I let it go. I enjoy the sound of Audra's voice, like velvet sliding across my skin, rough but somehow tinged with softness. A double edged sword.

My throat constricts against the wild sounds building in my chest, grunts and growls and moans that bite at my insides, twisting and writhing inside of me, brushing against the convulsing joy of my darkness. He's fucking thrilled, howling his pleasure inside my aching mind while I struggle to control myself, to treat Audra with the respect she deserves. She is not my client, and we haven't agreed on terms. I can't let myself go or I'll come completely undone. I refuse to let that happen.

“Fuck yes,” Audra whimpers, her body turning to liquid in my fingers, slumping against the car as I continue to grind my hips against hers, the sound of our bodies sliding together an affront to the peaceful tranquility of the woods around us. Audra's pussy tightens on my shaft, drawing her closer to orgasm even as I fight tooth and nail against mine. Against all odds, I stay silent, fucking her with every ounce of self-control I have inside of me. If the beast had his way, he'd pull out of Audra, come all over her face, make her suck him till he was hard and ready again. Then he'd fuck her mouth until she was begging around a throat full of rigid cock. He'd tease and tantalize her, taking his pleasure while denying her her own. Only when she was on her knees, ass up and begging for it like a pussy cat in heat would he let her come.

I suppose I'm a shade nicer than the beast.

But just a shade.

I pull my dick out of Audra's heaving pussy and enjoy the scream of rage that breaks from her throat when she spins to face me, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Audra's pupils are so far dilated that I can barely make out the rich emerald of her eyes. I trace the curve of her mouth with a finger and she slaps my hand away.

“What the fuck was that for? I was about to come, you dick!”

I lean in, enjoying the tightly strung tension between our bodies, the way her nipples harden and strain against the fabric of her dress, desperate for me. My mouth finds Audra's, cutting off another string of insults, my tongue sliding against hers. I kiss so rarely that this feels damn near as sinful as fucking for pleasure. A kiss is a luxury, something the beast has a hard time handling without flying off the rails. Against my own wishes, my right hand comes up and fists roughly in Audra's hair, knocking her teeth against mine. I eat at her face like a starving man, tensing when her fingers find my cock and start to pump, ratcheting my frenzy into an unavoidable fervor. I am this close to blacking out and losing it. This, this is why I can't do simple pleasure. I can't keep the beast restrained. Like Audra, I'll come to with blood on my hands and a question in my mind.

“Lucas?”

The tentative voice pierces the bubble around me like an arrow. I straighten abruptly, slamming Audra back with two hands on her chest. She hits the car with a grunt and sits back, looking at me with wide eyes and reddened lips. I spin on my heel, my cock withering as I catch sight of Mrs. Braxton, wringing her hands together in nervousness. She's standing a dozen feet away, next to her red Mercedes. How I missed the sound of the vehicle, I don't know, but it enrages me. Maybe Audra is right? Perhaps I do have an anger problem?

I bite back a scream and force calm over my shoulders like a blanket, letting control envelop my body like vines. My right eyelid twitches.

“Clarice,” I say, voice loud in the sudden silence. It's as if the birds can feel a predator looming in the trees around them; their songs have ceased completely. There's nothing but the sound of Clarice's obnoxious sniffling and the crunch of gravel from Audra behind me. “Are you as stupid as your fat, perverted, obnoxious goddamn husband?” My words draw her forward a step. The moron is so stupid that she can't taste the venom in my tone. “Did you not,” I raise a fist, clench it tight and drop it back by my side, “hear me when I said wait for me to call you. Wait. As in, do not come until I fucking phone your plastic ass.”

“Who's this?” Clarice asks, gesturing at Audra. The redhead sweeps up beside me, radiating emotion. When I glance down at her, her gaze is black. Oh dear. What a fucking nightmare. I reach down and clamp my fingers on Audra's bicep. She looks this close to taking care of Clarice the same way she took care of Mark. Mark, who is still in my trunk. I grit my teeth and then force my jaw to relax.