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His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Forty-Nine
At first, I was too stunned to do anything but stare hard at Adrian who must have thought that I was giving him consent. But inside, every single part of me writhed in pain, in agony, and then anger.Adrian’s hands were trailing up the leg of my pants, sliding over my thighs…“Jesus, Adrian, STOP!”I pushed him away with every strength that I could muster, face steaming, fuming. Even through my half-drunken haze, I knew that this was not the way this should have gone at all, and all I wanted right now was to be as far away as possible from Adrian.Blood boiled in my ears and my eyes were sparking tongues of fire.“What the fuck are you doing, Adrian?” I hissed in a low voice.Adrian’s had this look of half-surprise on his face. Half-surprise and full-on lust burning behind his eyes.I’d made a mistake. I should never have moved in with Adrian in the first place. His eyes still looked blissfully drunk, but even that was no pity.“Fuck, you… WHY?!” I screamed.Adrian murmured something
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty
I was at the office almost an hour early the next morning, hoping to avoid any confrontations or accidental run-ins with Adrian. Yesterday had easily been the most complicated night of my life, and it didn’t help that I was nursing a hangover from all the drinking we did, and then the trauma of Adrian kissing me…“God, I’m in shit,” I sighed to myself. Why was everything happening to me? And at the same time, too.At first, it had been Caleb who had almost single-handedly ruined my entire life and then breezed out like he had never been there, only to keep his hooks in once he saw that there was the remotest sign of me growing, of me healing… his hooks were thorns in my flesh, designed to cut and wound and make me bleed at every possible moment.Then Adrian who was for the most part, confused about what he wanted. I knew one thing, though. I didn’t want to be with him.I wasn’t going to be with anyone to compensate or even because of pity. If I didn’t want them, I didn’t need them.Th
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-One
All through work, I could not stop fuming at my computer, my face set in a perpetual scowl so that when a coworker came to ask if I could help her work on something, she turned back abruptly and said that she was sorry to have bothered.I hated the way that Tristan made me feel. He was able to, in the single moment, turn me from his most prized possession in the universe into the very bane of his existence.He made it so difficult for me—made it difficult for me to love him. And I hated most of all, the fact that I was sometimes unable to do anything about it. Tristan was strong—impressively so. And beautiful and had a savage grace about him that I could neither compare nor compete with. Not that I wanted to, anyway. I was more than fine with him being the big bad wolf in our relationship, but sometimes…I furrowed my brows and stared at my computer like I could murder it. I stayed this way until the close of work.I waited until I was sure that everyone else had left, hoping that Adr
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Two
All of my insides froze with a kind of dread that I had neither experienced before, nor could say that I waned to experience now.I’M ALMOST DONE, I typed back, but Tristan’s messages were instantaneous.INFORM THE DESK. I’M COMING UP.Fuck. Everything was going bad in the worst possible way.I recalled the first night that I had met the woman at the front desk. She claimed not to be the manager, but I knew that she was the one who was manager and everything else in that motel. And Jesus, she had been rude as hell. Her meeting Tristan in his mood right now, I was certain that sparks were going to fly.Ah, the end of William Bracknell. So this was how I was going to die.I ran to the phone on the side of the wall, trying it for all I was worth, but the line was either dead, or the manager truly didn’t give a shit about whatever complaints we had.“FUCK!” I was done for.I threw on a bright pink shirt with the intention of racing to the front, towel still tied around my waist so I could
Last Updated : 2024-12-31His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Three
Tristan was silent all through the ride.His body was a tightly-contained ball of energy that I didn’t want to mess with in my wildest imaginations, and yet, I saw myself moving closer to him, inching to be near him… wanting to feel his heat.“Tristan—” I started, but he looked straight on ahead, the direct fierceness of his gaze shutting me up.Adam was driving steadily, his speed not dipping or exceeding. I pushed myself back in my chair, hoping I could get sucked in and maybe disappear.At some point, I muttered under my breath, “I’d like to get off, please.”Adam continued driving as though he hadn’t heard me. I knew that he only took orders directly from Tristan himself, but a part of me still hoped. “Adam, I’d like to get off, please. Can you stop the car?”Adam sighed and looked me in the rearview mirror. His gaze shifted to Tristan’s impassive face and saying nothing, Adam continued driving.I reached out a hand for the lock, but it was immediately seized by Tristan, the crush
Last Updated : 2025-01-04His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Four
I stared at Tristan, anger flooding quickly to my brain. Still, I made my voice neutral and flat, knowing that this would only incense Tristan further.“I’m at a party, Tristan. What do you think I’m doing?”“Don’t play smart, William.” Tristan snarled, his words hardly above a breath and yet it felt like I was being pummeled. “You know what I mean.”“If you mean why I’m not groveling behind you while you kiss a ridiculously hot woman, then you’re probably right about me playing smart. The smart thing anyone would do would be to leave. And I’m seriously considering it right now.”Tristan looked at me. I could see the fire in his eyes. He was definitely angry.“You’re… jealous, William?”He said the words like they were a personal affront to him. Like it was vile, poisonous and bitter all at the same time. I turned away, reaching for the door.“I’m going back, Tristan. I don’t have time for your games.”He slammed the door back without even needing to move.“You’re jealous, because of
Last Updated : 2025-01-05His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Five
The minute I woke up, I knew something was wrong, and it wasn’t because of the many times that my phone buzzed before I picked it up. It wasn’t because of the fact that Tristan had gotten out of bed with all of the composure of a mad man, nor was it because he left, scowling at me.No, it was because of the deadly chill that pervaded every single area of the room where I was, seeping into my bones with even far greater potency than the shock I had experienced yesterday.I got out of bed. It had happened again.The first thing I saw when I unlocked my phone was the pop-up glaring from the top of my screen.I swallowed my apprehension and clicked on the thread and a site popped up immediately. There was another picture of Tristan and I, splayed across the entire screen. I gaped, because we were kissing in the picture. Except…It was more recent—it was a picture taken from the party that Tristan had invited me to last night. I stared with wide-eyed shock at the picture of Tristan and I k
Last Updated : 2025-01-06His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Fifty-Six
I stared at Tristan like he had gone mad—or grown two heads. He probably had. Except that he looked like the same person he’d always looked like.“I saw the news this morning, and I came to see how I could help. I came to see if there was any way that I could help out.”Tristan’s voice was crisp. “You came to help? How? By bloating the internet with more media of us?”I recoiled, stung. This wasn’t the Tristan I knew. This wasn’t the man who had kissed me under the rain barely twenty-four hours ago.“Tristan, what are you trying to say?”Tristan huffed and turned back into his desk behind the desk. He flipped open his laptop and began to type aggressively.“You think I did this?” I asked foolishly. Tristan’s gaze didn’t waver from the computer. “Tristan, that is easily the most absurd—”“And yet, for some reason, I only seem to make the papers these days when you’re around.” He bit back without venom.I snorted. “You can’t possibly believe…”I pursed my lips and stepped back towards t
Last Updated : 2025-01-07
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His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Eight
Everything looked and smelled like something that was been used, so I took that as the first sign that it was good to be here.I walked in and closed the doors behind me.The building was expansive, considering that houses in this city were normally not so, and when they were, they were usually expensive. Polished wooden floors that were worn in some places and the smell of humans and activity.I stood for a while, admiring and absorbing everything in my mind, trying to imagine what it would be like to come here. Maybe there were yoga mats here and then dumbbells, a treadmill, several benches because there would definitely need to be benching and bending over done here.A wonky smile crossed my face at that thought. I could imagine some ridiculously hot trainer with the bod of a fucking superstar asking me to bend over and do pilates.“Hi there!” A cheery voice piped into my short foray into fantasizing. I fumbled my eyes open, the smile vanishing quickly. She was a short woman with a
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Seven
Tristan and I fucked a few more times that night, with each time being more powerful than the last. If I closed my eyes, I could feel the bulge of Tristan’s muscles atop me as we contorted and writhed and danced, his beautiful face so delightfully drawn in pleasure.But it wasn’t nearly enough, and I knew that I had not really gotten to him at all. Not in the way that I wanted.I suppose I knew in the way his eyes still hard that dark hunger, his blatant desire made evident by his still hard cock, even after I’d blown him again and allowed him to fuck me to his heart’s content. But with all of the sweaty energy that Tristan had brought—a delight in bed and an explosive maker of love, I could still feel him withdrawn from me, just like his cock after he’d pulled out.For a time, I stayed silent on the bed, my chest rising and falling in sync, as I pretended to be asleep. It was not difficult to pretend to be asleep, seeing how many times we had gone already, and my stamina was nothing
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Six
I moved to him without thinking, his arms long and familiar and inviting.I made him rise with me, holding him in place as our arms locked. I could perceive the fragrance of is skin—the lingering notes of perfume that had been weaved into him when the makeup team must have given him their makeover. I could see the bright flecks of gold in his hair up close.I inhaled hungrily.My arms tightened around his back as I tried to pull him into me. I needed comfort. I needed life and warmth… I needed him.I felt like I was drowning and the ground had been taken out from under me, but in William’s arms, I felt like everything was going to be alright, like he could right me, hold me…I closed my mind to the hurt of the memory. I didn’t need him. I didn’t need anyone. This was something I had to do on my own. Terra Corporation was mine. I worked for it. I built it with my sweat and blood and toil. Even after my father—I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply.“Tristan,” William’s voice cut through
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Five
“Adelstein,” I said once I got out of the elevator. I had no time for small talk. He had pulled me out of my date with William. “What’s going on?” The man on the other end of the room, reclining lazily with a flute of wine in his hand swirled the glass some more, then his face broke into an almost genial smile. “Tristan,” he said languidly. “I thought you wouldn’t make it. Good to see that you still take some things seriously—like business. I had a feeling that you were beginning to lose your grip.” His tone was neutral, but his insult was glaring, the threat in his words potent. I tried to compose my mask of calm, of indifference, but I was getting too annoyed. “What’s this all about? We were this close to closing a contract. It’s beneficial to you; it’s beneficial for us. Why are you pulling out now?” Adelstein was silent for a while as he sniffed at his wine. “You know, Tristan, I like you. I like your business mind. Li
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Four
My teeth grated until I wanted to squeeze the phone in my hand. Not even William’s hand, trying to run circles around my chest, my crotch, could keep me calm right now.“Forgive me, William,” I said through clenched teeth. “Adam, what’s the closest rendezvous point?”Immediately, I felt the tension between us change, become something far weightier with less substance. Fuck.I hated that I had to do this.Adam’s voice was smooth and toned as usual. “Closest is about half a mile.”“Have a car meet us at the next one. You’re driving me out.”I was pulling my clothes out under me, straightening everything again, the swearing just on the top of my lips. William was silent for a while, but I knew that he was keeping his distance. And to think that all the progress I had made so far…“Something wrong?” William asked finally, his voice small and tentative. I hated myself once more for having to do this.“It’s nothing for you to worry about. I just… I’m sorry, William. Something came up and I
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Three
Tristan’s hand was warm in mine as he held my fingers first, then guiding it to the small of my back. I forced my mind to concentrate on the simple action of breathing steady in and out. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to control myself. I would abandon all reason and simply jump atop Tristan and beg him with tears in my eyes, fumbling for the zipper of his pants.“Fuck me, Tristan! Make love to me, goddamnit!”But Tristan only smiled at me. A beautiful thing that showed off the impossible brilliance of his perfect strong white teeth. There was no way that those were natural. No single person on Earth could have been born so beautiful—so perfect.And yet, Tristan did not fade from my gaze, even as he helped me to sit at a table for two, his hands simply sliding across the expanse of my back, like a promise, like something more… lingering before it tapered off at the back of my elbow and then like a fleeting kiss, running gently along the sleeve of my suit.I exhaled au
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-Two
“Hey, Adam,” I said as I met him. His smile was more for my benefit than anything.“William. Heard from a little birdie you’re flying out on a date tonight.”“Yeah,” I said tiredly. Then realized that I had just confirmed… “Oh, God, I think I’m going to be sick.”“You’ll be fine,” said Adam in his calming voice. “Jitters is all. Happens to the best of us.”“I hope so,” I confessed as Adam got into the driver’s seat and closed the door. “I really want things to work out between Tristan and I.”Adam chuckled. “Now I wish my wife had been half-devoted.”Adam pulled the car out of the drive-through and turned us in the direction of Tristan’s home, his eyes never once leaving the road. A singular-minded focus that I could appreciate, Adam’s hands were steady on the steering wheel as he rounded the car past potholes and other vehicles.“Adam, you don’t think things between Tristan and I are going to work out, do you?”My voice was small, even to my hearing, but Adam did not take his eyes of
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty-One
When I stepped into Tristan’s office, he was standing just in front of his desk. I tried and failed to hide my surprise.“Tristan.” I swallowed. “You sent for me.”“I did?” A pause. Then… “I did. These are for you.”Like magic, Tristan produced a bouquet of flowers from behind him, holding them in a way that showed that he had been holding them in that position for a while, waiting for me to arrive. I edged closer to his gift.It was simply beautiful, and that was the only word I could have used to describe it. It was an assortment of different flowers—those I knew and those I could only hope to. There were lilies and roses and chrysanthemums, and tulips and oh so many colors and smells that somehow combined to form one beautiful mélange, the most beautiful thing anyone had given me yet.The fragrance flooded my senses and a warmth suffused my chest.“Tristan,” I said with emotion, “they’re beautiful.”“You’re beautiful,” was his simple reply. Despite myself, I gave him a look.“I did
His Sworn Enemy; His Deepest Desire Sixty
I had done it again, the exact same thing that I had done when I was trying to mico-manage the Caleb incident, except this time, I didn’t know for sure that I would have the opportunity to explain myself, or for grace to prevail.I typed quickly on my computer, replying to the mail notification that I had gotten on my phone. And then I waited, my legs tense, feet tapping a nervous rhythm on the floor.I waited. The seconds trickled, sweat beaded on my brows. I adjusted my collar, the air conditioning suddenly seeming inefficient.I stretched my fingers, waiting. A small whine escaped from my lips.Suddenly, the ringing of my phone pierced the air. I snatched the phone up a second later, my lips already poised to blow out a string of words into the receiver on the other end of the call.“Ellie, I’m so sorry—”“Way to turn off the world, Bubba,” she said in a singsong voice that sounded exactly like the voice she used to threaten me when we younger. “You’re really making me consider fin
