Page 47 of Devil Within
“He was more than average,” I say as I place the spinach mixture inside of the squares before brushing the egg around the edges of the pasta. “It felt amazing.”
“Damn right! Finally, you have been devirginized,” she says, cocking her head to the side. “By the way, what are you making?”
I swipe my eyebrow with a flour-caked finger as I close the tiny Ravioli squares. “Devirginized? And I’m making Ravioli. I was starving.”
“Ooh, yum! Well, you can tell me all about last night while we eat!” Lex says, before heading off towards her bathroom.
I shake my head and smile as I prep the rest of the ravioli to the pleasant tunes of Sinatra.
29
An Old Friend
Hudson
I loosen my tie as I pour the champagne into iced crystal flutes, before turning around and handing one to the woman before me.
Elegant as ever in a white cut-out that suggestively caresses her body in the most important places. She wears black heels that aren’t too high to come off bitchy and neither are they too short to look strait-laced.
Her seductively pout lips are coated with a shade of her trademark crimson red lipstick.
“Why did you call me, Diana?” I ask.
She takes a long sip of champagne, her lipstick staining the glass as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. It’s seductive Diana tonight. Her crystal blue eyes gave me a brazen once over, settling on the bulge that protrudes through my pants.
“I wanted to see you,” she confesses. “We’re old friends, aren’t we, lover? I wanted to pay a quick visit while I was in New York.”
I smile and throw back the rest of my champagne, before pouring another. “Where is Michael?”
Diana’s smile falters. “Probably with one of his golf partners. All he ever does is play golf like we’re both fucking fifty.”
Hudson couldn’t stop himself from smirking. “But he is fifty, isn’t he?”
Diana rolls her eyes as she undoes the clasp of a very expensive looking diamond necklace around her neck. It probably cost a fortune. I remember a time, I’d take out thousands and spend it on her. It seems like such a long time ago now.
I watch her closely, knowing exactly what she is fishing for, but I want the pure satisfaction of hearing her say it.
It thrills me to know that I still pull the strings in her life and that I have majority control over her and her body.
“If it wasn’t for the wealth, I wouldn’t have bothered. He’s obscenely fat and lethargic and I’m forced to go church with him and his family every Sunday. He doesn’t even get hard anymore.”
She lifts the champagne flute to her lips, but I reach out and seize the glass from her, before placing it back down on the table.
I then unbutton my shirt. “What did you really call me for Diana? Be honest and I’ll give you exactly what you came for.”
I watch as her eyes cloud with immediate lust and her crimson lips part. “I want you to fuck me.”
“This can’t keep happening,” I tell her as I remove my shirt and tie, before discarding them on the floor. “You’re married. I told you long ago that I wouldn’t share you.”
“What will I do if I can’t come to you?” she asks. “He doesn’t love me Hudson and we don’t have ever sex.”
I grab her by the waist and pin her against the wall, my dark eyes searching hers. “I really don’t know, but can we stop talking about your husband already?”
It doesn’t take long to have Diana under my control once again. I have her bare naked in seconds on the bed, pinned underneath me as she twists and arches her back with pleasure while I roughly graze my teeth along her pale thighs. Every inch of her skin smells heavenly.
She grabs my hair in her fists, forcing my mouth against her already soaking wet pussy. She wants more, so I run my tongue along her wet clit, while watching her writhe uncontrollably.
When I plunge deep into her, I grab hold of her fine ass and lift her against me, thrusting into her over and over again, as my hand slides across her sweaty skin.