Burning Your Lies (King and Queen Duet #2)

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Huxley

I keep my voice low in case Savannah finally graces me with her presence.

“My hands are tied. Sit tight.”

I hear the clicking of her heels.

“I have to go.”

“Wait!”

But it’s too late. I’ve ended the call and shoved my phone into my suit pockets just as Savannah descends the stairs. I open my mouth to scold Savannah about being over twenty minutes late, but blood abandons all my organs except the one stirring in my pants. I don’t know which part of the sage dress turns me on the most; the deep v-neck plunge that stops in line with her hips, her full breasts that are on show, or the double slit that starts at her hips and leaves her tanned legs on display.

Her eyes house amusement.

“Like what you see, sunshine?”

“You’re one step away from showing it all, sweetheart.”

I rake my eyes over her one more time.

She gives her reflection one last look over.

“I’m ready to go.”

I lean against the wall, enjoying the sight of her too much. I lick my lips and pull myself upright.

“Do you remember what I said in my vows?”

My hands are already unbuckling my belt.

She arches her eyebrow.

“Most of it.”

My button is undone and I’m freeing myself. “Say it.”

Her eyes don’t move from me pleasuring myself.

“You promised to not disrespect me. You promised to never use me for your satisfaction. You promised to treat me as your equal.”

I step towards her.

“And what did I tell you to do if I broke my promise?”

Her gasp is swallowed by her moan as I slip my fingers into the pussy I knew would be wet for me. She grips my hand when I curl my fingers inside her.

“To hold you accountable.”

I press her against the wall.

“I’m going to need you to do that tonight when I peel that dress off you and fuck you properly. Because right now,”

I press my tip against her opening, “I’m going to fuck you just for myself.”

I slide my shaft between her thighs, enjoying the way her juices are leaking onto me.

“And when we go to that dreaded party, and all those men look at you, you’re going to feel my cum dripping down your thighs and remember who you belong to.”

She wraps her arms around me and lifts one leg. “Okay.”

I push into her and see stars behind my eyes.

“You look so angelic in that colour, but I know how dirty you really are. You like to be on your knees sucking my cock until your eyes water.”

Needing to be deeper in her, I lift her up.

She wraps her legs around me, and then my entire length is swallowed by her greedy cunt. Her head falls back and she sighs. “More,”

she pants.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.”

I kiss her neck all the way down to her tits. I suck on the skin, enjoying the way her legs tighten around me. They feel like a heavy cloud when it’s about to rain.

She pulls the fabric to the side and frees them.

“Suck them,” she begs.

Never one to disappoint, I pull the hard nipple into my mouth and suck hard. I feast on it like it’s my last meal. My mouth is on every part of her skin it can find. She tastes divine and I can’t get enough.

She grips my shoulders.

“Let me ride you.”

She unwraps her legs and pushes me away. “Sit.”

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip as I follow her direction and take a seat on the steps. I pull her onto my lap and flick my cock over her clit.

“How desperate are you?”

Pressing her against me, my lips find her ears.

“My personal horny stripper. Do you miss it? Do you miss having men fawn over the pussy you tease them with?”

She grinds against my shaft.

“Do we need to go to this party?”

She rubs her clit against my balls.

“Your balls are so heavy. The way they’re rubbing against my clit is going to make me come.”

I grip her hips and stop her from moving.

“You’re too greedy.”

I lower her back onto me and grip her tighter.

“I love using this pussy. I love when you beg me to fuck you like a fucking slut. Always so ready. Always so tight.”

My hips lift as I fuck her to my orgasm.

Savannah is in pure oblivion, as she rides me like a pro. Her skin shines with sweat as she moves. Her eyes are closed, head thrown back and mouth opened as she works herself to an orgasm.

“Grind that pussy on me,” I groan.

With my entire length in her, she rocks back and forth. This is my favourite view of her. Pleasure holding her hostage. Marks of my love scattered over her neck and breasts. The fabric of her dress pooled on either side of her as she spreads her legs and gives me a pleasure no other man will know of.

“Can I come?”

I spank her ass and fuck her again.

“Do you want my load in your mouth so you can taste me all night or in your pussy so you can feel me all night?”

“Fill me,” she begs.

I hold her in place as I explode inside her. I feel her walls throb as she comes on me. There is nothing more exquisite than the feeling of our arousal mixing.

Savannah lets out a satisfied sigh.

“We are so late.”

She unwillingly lifts herself off of me and stands up. She shifts the middle panel, covering her modesty, to the side and bares her pussy to me.

“Look at how swollen and pink it is,”

she laughs. Her eyes latch onto my softening cock. With a grin, she kneels on the ground and runs her tongue up the length of it.

“You want round two?” I muse.

She sucks the tip before taking the length down her throat. When it twitches, she chuckles and releases it.

“Just cleaning up like a dutiful housewife.”

She stands up.

“Tuck yourself in, sunshine.”

I can’t help but laugh at her pun.

“Are you dripping?”

As much as it would turn me on, I don’t think we need to get kicked out of the event.

“You came so deep inside me, I can feel it in my stomach.”

I groan at the words.

“Good. Let’s go before I drag you to bed.”

“Who was that on the phone?”

I keep my face blank. “When?”

Her perfectly shaped brow arches.

“Just before I came downstairs.”

Not knowing how much she heard, I shake my head.

“Nobody important.”

For a second I worry she’s going to keep firing questions at me. Her gaze houses suspicion, but she simply shrugs.

“If it’s another woman, I’m going to kill you both.”

Her jealousy has a chuckle slipping out.

“Green looks spectacular on you, Mrs Ray-Hayes.”

Savannah rolls her eyes at the double meaning and stands in front of the mirror to straight out her dress. She halts. Her fingers run over her skin.

“What the hell? Hickeys?”

she screeches.

“Are we twelve?”

I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. Taking her left hand in mine, I rest it on her chest. I kiss one mark of my love.

“These are so they know your body belongs to me. And these?”

I kiss her rings.

“These are so they know your heart belongs to me.”

The charity event is in full swing. The attendees are sipping champagne and mingling while I mindlessly watch Savannah and Francesca at the bar. The two women are laughing loud enough for me to hear over the live orchestra.

Before I can stop myself, I’m thinking about the last time I attended one of these dreaded events. I came with a different woman, hoping to close a deal for Xavier. I knew it was going to be an insufferable ordeal, so I forced Savannah to attend, too.

As couples dance, I remember the two of us gliding across the floor. If only I could turn back time and confess my longing for a relationship with Savannah when she brought up the future. Instead, I dismissed any future for the two of us. I was too scared of the change I knew would come with a woman in my arms. I knew the risk my secondary job would leave her in. I thought I was protecting her. Rather, I led her straight to Xavier.

I have to gulp my drink at the thought of them. Savannah told me that was the night their affair began. Had I just been honest, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Or maybe Savannah would have fallen in love with him, anyway.

My jaw twitches at the invasive thought. She was practically begging me for more and then fucked him less than an hour later. It has made me wonder whether she really wanted me or if I was just a second choice because he wasn’t available. If Xavier wasn’t married, would she still have wanted me? I mean, his marriage didn’t stop her from falling in love.

“What troubles you?”

Rowan lets out an exaggerated sigh as he takes the seat next to me.

Staring blankly ahead, I say, “What brings you here? You’re hardly a charitable guy.”

“I gave you a quarter of my wealth.”

Unable to stop my smirk, I look at him.

“You mean I stole it.”

Rowan’s grey eyes carry the same amusement as my hazel ones.

“I came here just for you. The great Huxley Ray,”

he mocks.

“So far, you haven’t lived up to your name.”

“We both know that isn’t what you came for. And I’m not giving your money until you serve your purpose.”

If there is one thing I know about Rowan, it is that he doesn’t enjoy being the puppet in anyone’s game. His lip curls in hidden rage.

“I’m not talking about something as worthless as money. But only a poor man would fixate on such a peasantry thing.”

Savannah’s shrill laugh steals my attention. She looks breathtaking as her head falls back in joy. Her hand covers her mouth to stifle the laughter that is begging to be released. It seems I am not the only one watching her.

“Such a precious thing, your wife. It seems Xavier thinks the same.”

I can hear the grin in his voice, but ignore it.

“If you’re trying to get under my skin by using him, it won’t work.”

Rowan twists one ring on his finger as he chuckles.

“It must kill you watching them together, knowing they love a dirty, sinful affair.”

When I don’t respond, he nods in approval.

“Nice poker face. But I know they live in your head. How does it feel knowing he knows exactly how she feels? He knows what her skin feels like when she withers with pleasure.”

I close my eyes and force the image out of my head.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience, Rowan.”

That taunt earns me a moment of silence.

“I have to applaud the both of you. The sanctity of marriage. A vow of forever. A promise of no secrets.”

He stands up and stares down at me.

“I must say, I thought you would have gone cave man after he ordered the hit on her.”

It happens for only a split moment, but Rowan is all over it and his laugh grates on my nerves. I clench my fists but remain silent. Why did Savannah keep this from me?

But he’s determined to push all my wrong buttons.

“She didn’t tell you,”

he declares.

“I guess there are some secrets between you. The question is, which ones reveal will turn your winning hand to a losing one?”

The tension in my shoulders doesn’t seem to go anywhere, despite the drinking. I close my eyes and wish I was anywhere but here. When someone takes a seat next to me, I want to tell them to fuck off.

Brynn sits tall in her seat, despite her mousey presence.

“Rough night?”

My head is pounding and I’m ready to get out of here. I want to ask Savannah why she hid Xavier’s attack from me. I want to kill the son of a bitch who has spent the evening parading the mask he wears.

“I told Xavier I love him.”

The look on her face is indecipherable.

“Love. Such a peculiar emotion.”

“Sure.”

“Do you think she loves him?”

I want to say no with confidence, but I can’t. Part of me wonders if her motivation is because he broke her heart. He used her while she fell in love with him. Is that why she is determined to make his life hell? She says she hates him, but I’ve seen how she is around him. Can you tolerate someone’s presence for that long if you truly hate them?

I hate that part of me wants to know every single detail of what happened between them. But I can’t stomach the betrayal. How much of the truth has Savannah kept from me? What reason is good enough to excuse her not telling me about Rowan’s attempt on her life? Is she trying to protect Xavier because she still loves him? That is the only reason that makes sense to me. Savannah knows I would have killed him by now, even if it meant no justice for those he ruined.

“I don’t know,”

I answer honestly.

She frowns.

“Then why marry her?”

I stare at my wedding ring.

“Because no matter what, I’m foolish enough to love her for the both of us.”