Page 66 of Bound By Love

That night in Club Rendezvous, William St. James III had swooped in like a knight in shining fucking armor as always, stealing hearts, then promptly breaking them. For nearly a decade, I had envied the bastard’s ability to charm the pants off the most stubborn vixens.

But cheating on the decadent Miranda for that redhead, Cori? I’d never thought I’d see the day when Will went slumming. Believe me, I was fucking happy about him tossing Miranda aside. At first, I didn’t want to see him break her heart, so I’d backed off for a while. Then I’d come to my senses and decided it was all for the best. I wanted Miranda more than anything.

As I had sat back watching Will’s affair blossom, I relished the show. Will appeared at odds most days when Cori hugged on him. It hadn’t surprised me. Will lived by the St. James honor code… or had. He struggled with the betrayal, further proving he did care about Miranda.

Despite my hatred for Will, he would make me a wealthy man once my plans were completed. I needed to stay the course and not blow all that I’d worked toward out the water.

Miranda was an unexpected bonus in all this, one not part of my masterful plan. She sweetened the deal like icing on a cake. I bet she tasted even sweeter.

I needed to be patient and bide my time before I got my hands on the irresistible Miranda Bradford.

I entered my bedroom. Tabitha was sprawled out on the bed, her ass in plain view, blonde locks spread across her back. When I had left the room, I told her to be on her stomach when I returned. Like a good little girl, she’d obeyed.

Sometimes I didn’t want to see her face so that when I fucked her, it was Miranda I saw. The two were similar in appearance, but Tabitha was no Miranda.

“Get on all fours, Miranda,” I barked, stroking my cock. It didn’t bother Tabitha that I called her Miranda. She was the perfect submissive to my domineering nature.

I got behind her, filling my hands with her soft flesh, and spread her ass cheeks apart. I reached for the lube beside Tabitha’s knee and squirted some on her tight little hole. I’d broken her in the last few months, so she needed little prepping. I fisted her hair and drove into her, making her yelp.

“Fuck, Miranda,” I growled, pulling out and slamming back in. I began a brutal rhythm as I gripped one of her hips and grabbed one tit. I smelled the perfume I demanded Tabitha douse herself in when we were having sex. Naturally, it was Miranda’s signature scent.

Tonight, I felt anxious about Monday, so Tabitha would have to take what I gave her. Mario was going to pay me his dues after I handed over all the money I had stolen for him, then I’d disappear a wealthy man.

I’d have Miranda soon enough too. Nothing and no one would stop me from getting everything I deserved, including the sweet, delectable Miranda.

Not even Miranda herself.

25 Miranda

DEREK HELD ME all night long. I loved it and regretted it all at once. To be cuddled again was glorious. I’d even been able to sleep without having a nightmare.

But I woke with the feeling that I’d betrayed Will. Waking up with guilt crushing my chest was no way to start the day.

Derek’s morning erection pressed against my bottom, and it felt uncomfortable. Last night when we went to bed, we’d kissed a little, but I wouldn’t let either of us get worked up.

Not that I could get aroused after seeing Will again.

Why wouldn’t he just let me go? Why did he keep insisting I had it all wrong? He was being cryptic and a jerk. How could I have it wrong? I saw him kiss Cori with my own eyes. Pictures of him kissing the blonde had circulated on social media for days. And Will never denied any of it.

I didn’t have it wrong.

So why did I feel there was more to all of this? Why did I still feel loved by him?

I needed to get out of this bed. Lying here with Derek wasn’t right. Damn Will for putting doubt in my head.

Slowly I scooted to the edge, out of Derek’s grasp.

“Ah!” I screamed as I was pulled onto my back. “Derek! You startled me.”

“Morning, beautiful.” He smiled as he covered me with his body.

What the hell?

He kissed my cheek, then my nose. My heart raced but not the way it should with excitement.

“I was going to make coffee and breakfast.”

“I’d rather have breakfast in bed.” He kissed down my neck.

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