Their Tangled Lust by Catherine Tramell
Chapter One
Elijah
“Daddy, your phone,” Kelly frowns and rolls away from me.
I take my phone to stop the alarm from the baby monitoring app. I lower the volume and wait for someone to come and check on my son. I want to jump back to Houston and cuddle him in my arms when no one comes for him.
My heart stops when Allyson walks into the room wearing skimpy shorts and a fitted shirt. She looks half-asleep with her messy hair and half-opened eyes. Her face quickly changes into a smiling one upon the sight of her son.
“Mommy’s here,” Allyson lifts the baby from the crib and rocks him in her arms. She showers him with soft kisses before giving him some breast milk. “Mommy loves you, Christian. Very, very, much,” she whispers while gently caressing the baby’s head.
I can’t stop smiling while looking at the two of them. Pity springs in my heart for Allyson when she yawns while dancing the baby back to sleep. I should have been there to put my baby to sleep.
“I will never let anyone hurt you or take you away,” Allyson whispers while gently kissing Christian’s nose.
My heart flutters hard when Allyson hugs my son. I wonder how it feels to see the scene right before my eyes and not on the screen. Her beauty glows every time she tends to our baby. I don’t remember her face clearly from the night I took her against her will. But I can’t deny that her motherly glow escalates her natural beauty. I couldn’t remember her face on that night, but my body surely remembers her.
About two years ago, after I enjoyed her body in every way possible, I developed a stronger lust that even Kelly couldn't satisfy because of her. I chose to forget that night, but I longed to hear the whimpers, the moans, and the cries of the woman I forced to be mine for a night. For some time, I only wanted to feel her pussy around my cock and the pain of her nails scratching my back.
It took me a while to overcome that lust and return to being crazy only to my wife. I buried the memories of Allyson deep in my head and locked it – hoping that it’ll never surface again. But fate is something you can’t bury.
A few weeks ago, the man I commissioned to become my accomplice in wrecking Nicholas Aracelli’s life announced that I got the latter's wife pregnant. I organized a Prima Nocta event for Nicholas's wife and robbed the young woman's first wedding night. The woman bore me a child – the one thing lacking that I have given up in my life.
Devon also claimed that Nicholas’s wife came to Houston to find me after escaping from Nicholas’s abuse. He suspected that the woman would take revenge on me by ruining my reputation and my relationship with Kelly. I had my assistant search for Nicholas's wife.
And as if fate was eager for us to meet again, she delivered Allyson Henry, Nicholas Aracelli’s wife, to me as my slave – in a way.
It turns out that Allyson did not come to Houston to find me. She only wanted her son – our son – to be safe. But Devon found out and blackmailed her. Out of desperation, Allyson signed up to be a commercial slave in Delilah's, a secret BDSM club that I partly owned.
Allyson showers my son with kisses again, generating a laugh from the baby. My smile widens as I watch them fill the deep night with genuinely happy laughter. My eyes focus more on Allyson. How can she remain so loving like that?
I glance at Kelly but quickly shut down the idea of comparing her to Allyson. Kelly went through worse pain. I can't blame her for dealing with it differently. But one argument refuses to yield in my head. A child is a gift – no matter how it was conceived to this world. If Kelly chose to keep her child, we could have had different lives, even if I'm not the father of her firstborn.
“You’re my precious,” Allyson quickly changes her voice to imitate Gollum from the Lord of the Rings movies and brushes her face on the baby’s tummy.
The baby laughs hysterically at her voice. His giggle echoes out of my phone speaker. Kelly gets distracted and turns to face me. I quickly turn off the phone and replace it back in the drawer.
“Go back to sleep, Daddy. We have an early flight tomorrow,” Kelly climbs on top of my chest and lays her head down.
I wrap her naked body in my arms and smell her lavender-scented hair. My exhale stops for a while when guilt sparks in my mind. I'm with my wife, but my thoughts are on Allyson and my son. My jaw clenches as anger begins to grow inside me.
For fourteen years, Kelly is the only woman who filled my head and my heart. I fell in love with her from the moment her beautiful blue eyes gazed straight into my gray eyes. She was only eighteen – just a child for many. But it didn't stop me from wanting her to be my wife. And on our wedding day, I vowed that I will love no one but her and will always be there for her. Come what may.
Nightmares have been shaking us since the day we got married, but I made true on all my promises. I never let go of her hand or fell out of love with her. I glance at the drawer where my phone is. I will not start now. I can’t let go of my son, but I will let go of Allyson.
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