Poison

That thrill of knowing something was coming. Something that set your very soul alight with the need. The want. The craving.

The fire and the burn and the crazy pull of flesh on flesh.

Fuck tennis, Anna’s message read, that’s not the game I want to play and you know it.

Oh hell yes, I knew it.

I knew it, and I was damn well on the same page.

Just let me know when and where, I replied. I’ll fucking be there.Chapter ThreeAnnaI was insane. Absolutely insane.

I’d been insane the moment I fired off a message, and even more insane for still considering a meet up.

I daren’t tell any of my friends, and definitely none of the family still ramming Sebastian down my throat at every opportunity. They’d only tell me I was insane in an even more brutal manner than I was telling myself. I could barely even imagine the fallout.

Especially Nicola. Nicola would nail my wrists to a post before she’d see me hook up for a game of tennis with the man she’d cursed about through the past decade.

I’d heard about him getting married to Maya Brooks. Even though it was a good three years after our breakup, it had still slammed me in the gut like a hurricane. I’d heard about them having a kid and doing the whole family game, and I guess that was one of the reasons I’d grabbed hold of Seb so hard when he offered me the engagement ring and said we were all in for keeps.

I’d wanted him to be the love of my life. I’d wanted that more than anything.

I guess what I’d really wanted was the security of an alternate life to the one I’d been dreaming of with Lucas Pierce.

The very last thing I should be wanting was a fuck fest with him, the man who tore me to shreds, but I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t stop myself imagining his mouth slamming into mine and eating me up. I couldn’t stop the shudder as I pictured him grabbing my hair and holding my head back tight, forcing his fingers in my mouth and stretching my lips open as I gurgled and drooled and spluttered. Couldn’t stop the heat boiling through me as I remembered how hard he would suck on my clit. Hard enough that I’d buck against his face like a woman possessed.

I couldn’t stop myself remembering how much I’d wanted that man. How every cell in my body and mind had screamed for more of him every single day and night we were together.

How I’d cursed myself for playing in bed at night with him starring in every fantasy through every year since.

Oh, the fantasies.

Oh, the insanity of the games we used to play. The filth we used to dance with.

I’d sworn there was no way I’d ever speak to him again. Not in this lifetime, no matter what.

Not for the sake of my health, and my mind, and my self-respect. Not out of gratitude for everything people had pulled me out of when I was falling apart in his aftermath.

Still, I’d sworn I’d be happily married with a couple of mini Sebastians running around me by now, so my own self professions didn’t seem all that watertight. Neither did my sanity. Epilepsy wasn’t even playing a factor in these brain fuckups, these were standing strong all on their own.

I was in the office meeting room, having a regular team performance meeting when I heard my phone buzz on the tabletop. Something told me it was him before I’d slyly clicked on the screen, and that something was right.

I hated the flutter in my belly. It was the same tingle it had always been when that prick of a man messaged me. Fuck you, Lucas, but only after you’ve fucked me first. Because that was all this was. Just one splurge. One solitary fuck fest to set my senses free and wild. One tiny scrap of fun to relieve me from the years of need and boredom, and hopefully give me a hint of myself again.

Any news on the tennis date? I have some ideas…

And with that the work meeting was done for me. The voices of our management team blurred out, and my heart was racing and my thighs were clenched tight. I had plenty of ideas of my own and every one of them involved his naked flesh and how well he knew how to use it. The guy was a monster in the bedroom, a monster of pure perverted brilliance.

Just a shame he’d been so much of a monster outside of it.

Tell me, I texted back.

Those two simple words were asking for it. I knew his reply would seal my fate, whatever it may be.

The tease was always a tease.

I’ll show you. When and where?

I was supposed to be scanning through the group stats for the month when I fired off the response.