Beauty & Psychopath

29) No fucking yet

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ILAY'S POV
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My cock was about to explode from all the teasing it was receiving. This minx just didn't know when to stop.
If this continued, I'd find myself shoving all my length inside her hot tight pussy. I certainly didn't want that, but my dick was growing bigger just tasting her with my tip.
Her hand was soft yet her grip was rough. And I...I liked it.
Liked it when a woman grabbed my cock boldly.

Her moans were like a succubus's song, seducing my senses.
She looked so delicious and hot doing this to both of us with no prior experience.
I grunted biting my teeth as my hands settled at Kally's waist.

Little by little and without her noticing, my cock began penetrating further in. I immediately pulled her to my chest, fully sliding it out.
Our heavy breaths mingled, brushing each other's faces as we stared at our reflections through our eyes.

She was starting to grow on me, and that was a bad thing.
I didn't particularly hate her and would have loved to fuck her brain out until she cried no more. But, I knew that I'd lose interest in her when that happened. After all, to me, she was just another woman waiting for the right opportunity to betray me. So why get attached?
Why not let her serve my cock?
Why not use her?

"That's enough," I breathed pushing her head on my shoulder for us to cool off.

I lifted my eyes to the door and a smug grin filled my face at the person standing there horrified. Her eyes had grown round like marbles as she stared at the pleasurable mess I had created in a home she now called hers.
And when her eyes dropped to my still erect cock, I caught the shocked flicker before she looked away terrified.

Without saying a word to Kally, I laid her exhausted body on the couch and then got up, blessing Faina with the full view of my naked body. A sight that she never got to see because she betrayed me to hook up with my father.
I was still bitter about her betrayal. Sour that these women got away with using me to climb the ladder. But that was before. Now I never forgave any traitorous whore. And I certainly hadn't forgiven Faina.

I'd make Father wish he never sired me. And the best way to do that was through his beloved young wife.
"How was the free show?" I poked, stretching out my hand to caress her cheek.

She slapped it away and shot me her fierce glare. "What are you two doing here like this?" Faina demanded with an authoritative aura, trying to sound firm.

I chuckled, but then snapped at her, grabbing her neck and smacking her back against the wall next to the door.
"Don't speak to me like you're above me, Faina. You, along with everyone else in this house are like bugs to me. Just because you married my father for a stable life doesn't make you my equal!" I hissed pressing her body with mine, letting her feel my cock.

"Get-get away from me!" She cried struggling to push me off of her but I was twice stronger than her if not more.
"I am your stepmo-"

"Oh shut up!" I snapped throwing her to the side. She stumbled losing balance and ended up thudding on the floor where she belonged.

I turned in her direction, catching the shadowy figure of Kally sitting up from the corner of my eye.

"How dare you humiliate me like this?" Faina cried from the floor, her vicious eyes devouring me wholly like a predator's. But she was mistaken if she thought that I was the same naive and clueless teenager she had manipulated for years.
She innocently influenced my thoughts with her smiles and hugs. Led me to believe that we would end up marrying. Lied to me that she loved me and would be by my side.

But she never did love me. She just loved my family. After all, despite our dysfunctional ties, we could easily be the richest family if we put together Drakon and Blaze Corporation.

"Oh please, you humiliated your slutty nature years ago. Do you really think you have any dignity left before my eyes you whore!"

"You!" She stabbed her index finger in my direction, bitterness, and anger reigning supreme in her eyes and tone. "Who'd love a fuckboy like yourself with a loose-" Before she could finish her insult, I had squatted and grabbed her mouth by her cheeks.

"A fuckboy you say? What about you? Do you think I don't know you screwed Milan a few months ago?"

Her eyes once again enlarged from the horror of my words. The sudden revelation hit her like a truck ramming a light pole.
She was a cheater, a liar, a manipulator, a slut, and everything horrible in a woman.
Her innocent facade no longer fooled me.

I thrust her head back disrespectfully and her hair sprayed all over her frightened face.

"H-how...what are you talking about?"

I inhaled some air to calm down my rage system before I lost the thin strands of control left.

"Acting innocent are we, hm?"

Massaging her jaw, Faina sat up, her glare no longer hostile but rather meek.
"You're just slandering me. Have you never let go after all this time? You already have a wife Ilay. Just let me be."

Hearing such pretense words pushed all the wrong buttons inside me. My blood rushed at a frightening speed while my heart pounded to insanity. The monster was fighting its way out. And if it succeeded, only fresh blood would calm it down.

"Oh, she's a good actress," Kally's lively voice came as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I felt her other hand slide into my hair to ruffle it like massaging a dog.
"I thought the sister would be the problem, but seems the ex-lover is the clingy one."

A part of me felt...odd.
Even though Kally wasn't directly standing up for me, this was the first time anyone had ever said something in my place. And the soft movement in my hair felt quite relaxing as if telling me to stay back and let her handle things.

She had nothing to gain from helping me, which made me feel uncomfortable.
I was used to people coming into my life to take things, which had me assume that they all wanted something eventually.

"What right does a foreigner have to-"

"Hush-hush! You'll get a few more wrinkles if you stay angry like this... By the way, were you watching us this whole time?"

"What?!"

"You know, 'my husband' has this thing about entertaining an audience and I was wondering if you'd be our spectator the next time. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two from your vast experience as a whore. What do you think, love?" She asked pressing my shoulder.

I heard myself laugh while getting up from my squatting position to face my 'beloved wife'. Her hands moved from my head and shoulders to rest palm-flat on my chest.
Looking into her eyes, I saw a reflection of myself. Not just physically, but, psychologically.
I may or may not have triggered this side of hers by what I put her through, but I was not one bit sorry.

Sliding my hand on the back of her head, I smiled down at Kally. "Anyone you choose is fine with me."

Thinking as one, I dived down while she rose on her toes to meet my lips.
Her hands roamed my back, our chests pressed against each other and my hands explored her soft jiggly ass.
There was need, lust, and pride in Kally's kiss which matched my assertiveness.

She was too good to be true.
How had I never noticed that she might be the only woman whose hidden darkness would deepen mine?
I had to keep her.
Had to make sure I didn't get bored so soon.