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  Gloria's Man

  by

  Marteeka Karland

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  Copyright© 2012 Marteeka Karland

  Cover Artist: Shara Azod

  Editor: Stepanie Parent

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  Betrayed…

  Cheat on her? The day before Valentine's Day? On no he didn't! Unfortunately, the sounds coming from her bedroom seemed to indicate otherwise. Gloria tried her best to keep an open mind. Maybe Donovan had let Max and Emma use the apartment again. Yes. That had to be it. Except that all too familiar male grunt was pretty distinctive. The feminine whimpers were definitely Emma's, but where was Donovan? His car was outside. So was Emma's...

  Gloria's eyes narrowed as the pieces clicked into place. Things actually started making sense now.

  Until she heard the second masculine voice that she recognized as Donovan's. Max and Emma regularly came to her apartment to screw. Neither had a place since both were still in college, and Gloria had known Emma since childhood. She'd been only happy to provide sanctuary for the lovers.

  Except this was a bit much.

  She made her way to the bedroom she and Donovan shared when he was in town and pushed open the door. Sure enough, all three of them were locked in an Emma sandwich, the guys pistoning in and out of the young woman's pussy and ass with ferocious intensity.

  Wow.

  Gloria wasn't a prude by any means. Had any of them come to her, she'd have gladly joined them and given her blessing for this kind of carnal indulgence. Hell, it turned her on just watching! The fact they hadn't included her hurt, though.

  For one hot second, Gloria thought about clearing her throat to announce her presence. Instead, she decided she'd make the best of it before she kicked all three of them out of her place.

  The hem of her micro mini was so low it took nothing to slip her fingers underneath without hiking up the leather to better expose herself. The idea was to get off herself, not get the traitors in the bedroom off should they spot her. She ran one finger over the lace of her panties where her clit fairly begged for attention. The little bud was swollen and hard, her sex wet and inviting.

  With lazy strokes, Gloria masturbated herself while watching her boyfriend and best friends get it on in her own bed. Sad, but hey. She'd take her kicks where she could get them.

  The trio on the bed fucked harder and faster, each man moving to his own rhythm. Emma simply spread her legs and went along for the ride. Her pussy and ass took a pounding, but she seemed to love every second of it. Gloria knew she would. Even through the betrayal, her pussy was weeping with the need to be involved. Her nipples peaked painfully hard under the thin silver blouse. Gloria ached to simply strip and join them, but her pride wouldn't let her.

  So she stood, fingering herself until her climax rushed over her in a wave of unfulfilling pleasure. She needed more and she wasn't going to get it here. Straightening her skirt, Gloria cleared her throat.

  "When you guys are finished here, I'd appreciate you stripping the bed and tossing the covers in the wash." Donovan pulled out of Emma's ass, cock dripping cum but still hard. Max released into Emma even as the woman tried to cover herself, a deep blush stealing up her light mocha complexion. She didn't really blame Donovan. The woman was gorgeous. Gloria didn't think he wanted Emma for her looks, though. She represented the forbidden. Another man's woman. When the flutter of activity ceased, all eyes were looking in her direction, if not meeting her icy hazel gaze. "Other than that, please leave the apartment the way you found it. Donovan, anything you don't take with you will be donated to the homeless shelter."

  Before her outward calm shattered, Gloria spun on the ball of one stillettoed thigh-high boot and left. It wasn't a good idea to be going out alone dressed as she was, but who the hell cared. This was supposed to be a surprise for Donovan, but he obviously wasn't impressed. She had gotten an invite to the most exclusive club in town for the two of them, thanks to her longtime friend who just happened to be girl of the week for Raulf Lundgrin, the billionaire from Russia.

  Deciding she deserved a night out after this fiasco, Gloria got in her car and sped off for downtown. She'd have fun in spite of everything.

  Possibilities…

  The dim lights and thundering bass were enough to give Raulf a headache. He had to squint not only to see anyone or anything, but to dull the blaring noise of the music and shouting, laughing people. He hated clubbing. The only reason he was here was because Tasha's friend, Gloria, was supposed to be here with her "boyfriend." Raulf ground his teeth in frustration. The man was a lying, sniveling little wimp, and Raulf intended to prove that once and for all tonight. Gloria was definitely too good for him.

  As for Tasha, they'd decided months ago it was in their best interests to see each other professionally. They kept up the facade of a couple because it suited both of them. In fact, Tasha was the one who'd invited Gloria and Donovan with the intention of giving Raulf the chance of exposing the other man. Raulf wanted Gloria with a passion that bordered on obsession.

  It was ridiculous, really. He was one of the wealthiest men in the world. He was good looking, in great shape. He could have any woman he wanted. The one woman he did wouldn't so much as look at him. Had he not been rich and powerful, she might have given him a complex.

  As if he'd summoned her, Gloria waltzed into the club wearing a skirt so short, it was probably illegal in several states. The slinky silver shirt gave enticing peaks at her midriff, and those fuck-me boots seemed to encase the longest legs in the world. Raulf wanted those legs wrapped around his waist. Twice. In an instant, he was hard as granite. That woman was made just for him. No other, but him.

  He didn't bother to look for the man who should have been with her. He honestly didn't care if Donovan was there. The man didn't deserve a woman like this. Hell, he probably didn't either, but Raulf was sure he was man enough to do right by her. He'd treat her like a princess. Give her anything and everything she wanted.

  Fuck her silly day and night...

  Yeah, he was definitely going to Hell. But dressed as she was, there was no way he could keep his wayward thoughts under control. She was walking sin in a pair of boots, and Raulf wanted her.

  She leaned against the bar, a shot glass of a dark amber liquid in her hand. Facing the bartender, she carried on a conversation with the man as he polished a glass. Gloria took a sip of her liquor and smiled at the bartender, and a red haze of fury veiled Raulf's vision. That man had no business talking to his woman!

  Before he realized what he was doing, Raulf found himself stalking toward Gloria. He must've looked like he brought death with him, because the dense crowd parted like the Red Sea as he made his way to the bar. The bartender glanced his way, then did a double take and took two steps backward, not about to get in Raulf's way. No one came to Gloria's rescue. To Raulf, it only reinforced the idea that no one in this sorry excuse of a club was worthy of her.

  Raulf caged her loosely, his hands resting on t
he bar to either side of her as he pressed against her back. "Don't you know better than to leave your apartment dressed like that? It's an invitation for a man to uncover what you so carefully wrapped."

  Gloria stiffened, glancing over her shoulder to meet his gaze. Her pupils were dilated, a sure sign she'd had too much to drink. Of course, it could always be the dim lighting. He'd have to tread carefully.

  "Maybe that was the idea." Her saucy reply only made him more uncomfortable. His pants were already unbearably tight. How much more did she really expect him to endure? Okay, so he'd been the one to approach her. He was the one with the secret obsession. She was innocent of his indecent thoughts.

  "Oh, I very much doubt that, my dear." He tried to sound all suave, but was very much afraid his voice came out as strangled as his dick felt at the moment. "As I recall, you should have a man with you, yet he's careless enough to let you out of his sight dressed like a woman in need of carnal delights."

  She shrugged as if his question didn't matter in the least to her, but Raulf felt the slight stiffening of her body. "I go where I please. I don't need anyone’s permission. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm all grown up." She winked at him over her shoulder and pushed back into him, rubbing her backside against his painfully hard cock. "I'm actually allowed to be naughty every now and then."

  Alarm bells went off in Raulf's head, and he sighed. He wouldn't be claiming Gloria tonight. He would, however, get her out of this den of iniquity and utter chaos. The noise was grating on his nerves and he couldn't think straight. Without another word, he took her drink from her, dropped a hundred on the bar, gripped her upper arm, and pulled her after him. She went without a word of protest. Another bad sign. Raulf had a feeling he was going to have to kill someone before the night was out. He just knew that son of a bitch she dated had hurt her. Badly, from the looks of it.

  He guided her to his Hummer and helped her inside, securely fastening her seat belt. "I don't know what he did to you this evening, and it's better I not know. But you're coming home with me. We'll sort everything out in the morning.”

  Still, Gloria remained silent. Raulf tried not to let his seething anger show, but he was all too aware of his hands gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He seemed powerless to break the hold. That someone—the very man who should have protected her—could hurt Gloria made him want to kill, to maim, to hunt down the bastard and flay him alive.

  Gloria seemed to be in her own world. She sat, staring out the window, not moving or making a sound. By the time they got to his sprawling estate, Raulf was really concerned.

  "Are you okay?" He covered the hand in her lap with his own, much bigger one. "Did he hurt you? If you need a doctor, I'll have my personal physician tend to you. There will be no embarrassing trip to the hospital, and I'm perfectly capable of dealing with Donovan Eddings."

  She looked at him then. There were no tears, but her eyes shone brightly, a testament to how close they were. "I know you don't know me very well, Raulf," she said, her voice perfectly calm, "but is there something wrong with me? Am I not an attractive woman? Does my attitude suck or something?"

  Raulf groaned inwardly, his eyes crossing. Not only was Gloria the sweetest, kindest, most gentle woman he'd ever encountered, but she was the epitome of a sex goddess. At least, she was to him. But how did a man say that to a woman he barely knew? He had no doubt he could convince her, but he wasn't sure now was the best time. She must've had too much to drink, otherwise she wouldn't be talking like this. She was a strong, proud woman. He might've spent limited time actually in her company, but he'd studied the woman for months.

  "I think you know the answer to that, but if it makes you feel better, I can honestly tell you I've never wanted a woman more in my life. You are beautiful beyond compare, Gloria, and you’re a very giving person. Any man who is a man would be proud to call you his."

  Payback

  His words wrapped themselves around Gloria's heart and squeezed. She knew she wasn't in any state of mind to take on Raulf Lundgrin, but when he'd pressed his impressive erection against her backside so blatantly, she'd hoped he'd take her to a place where she could forget all about betrayal. She wanted passion. She wanted pleasure. She wanted to close her eyes and be transported away from pain and heartache. Unfortunately, she was a practical woman. She knew this could only lead to more heartache and a decidedly uncomfortable situation with Tasha. She'd be no better than Emma, Max, and Donovan. Hell, that she'd gone this far with Raulf made her guilty as sin.

  "I'm really sorry, but I can't do this." She would've turned away, but Raulf gripped her chin, holding her gaze fast.

  "You aren't leaving me, Gloria. Not now." Not ever! The unsaid words shimmered between them, making her shiver. Gloria had never been so close to tears in a man's presence. She absolutely would not cry. Unfortunately, her emotions were way too raw to hold in check for long. If she didn't get away from him soon, she would make a fool of herself and never be able to look this man in the eye again.

  "But Tasha—"

  "Gave you that invitation to the club so I could be with you. She and I have a business relationship that is to our mutual benefit. I assure you, no matter what we let the media and our associates believe, there is no sex involved."

  Stunned, Gloria had no idea how to respond to that. She was thankful she hadn't really betrayed her friend, but it still stung that she had been willing to do just that in order to satisfy her own needs.

  "Your emotions are so transparent, Gloria." Raulf smiled, stroking her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "You would never have betrayed your friend any more than I would have. Let's go inside and we'll sort everything out tomorrow."

  Gloria blinked, confused. She didn't have time for his words to really sink in because he was out of the Hummer and opening her door before she could really process what he'd said.

  He took her hand and threaded his fingers through hers, taking her inside his home. She was immediately distracted by the beauty around her. Shiny marble floors made her every step echo. The dim lighting around the great entrance enhanced rather than dimmed the surroundings. Heavy tapestries hung from the walls in lovely mosaics portraying everything from Catherine the Great to snow-covered mountains in an old Slavic style. There were religious works as well as political ones representing a wide variety of topic and points of view. Obviously, Raulf was a man of varying tastes.

  "Artwork my family has collected over the centuries," he said matter-of-factly, as if one tapestry alone wasn't worth enough to buy a small town. "My family's legacy, if you will. My family hands them down from generation to generation, most of them surviving even the Russian Civil War.”

  "It's like walking into a museum." Gloria had never seen anything like it. She was so out of her league! "I think maybe I should leave," she said, suddenly very nervous.

  Raulf growled and simply scooped her up in his arms. She squealed, but he ignored her, climbing the long winding staircase as if she weighed no more than a child.

  "Raulf—"

  "No," he said, not looking at her, but focused intently on the top of the stairs. "You will not leave. Not tonight. Tomorrow, if you still want to go home, I'll take you."

  "I really don't think that's the best option." Lord! Why had she drunk so much? She wasn't drunk by any means, but she was a little too buzzed to make rational decisions. Like now. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, and he smelled so good...

  Before she realized what she was doing, she had buried her face in his neck and inhaled deeply. After that, his earlobe beckoned her and she took it between her teeth, tugging gently before sucking it gently with her lips.

  She had no idea how they made it to his bedroom, but the next thing she knew, he was laying her down, covering her with his big body. He pressed himself between her legs so that his cock brushed her thinly covered pussy. Mouth fused to his, she clutched at him, tugging his shirt up so she could get to the bare skin of his back. She needed him naked!
r />   Raulf pressed against her aggressively, catching her hands and pinning them above her head. His other hand found the hem of her blouse and slid his way upward to her bare breast, cupping it in his large palm. Gloria arched into him, crying out softly when he broke their kiss. Kissing his way down her neck to the swell of the breast he so lovingly squeezed, Raulf blazed a trail of fire along her skin. She creamed for him, throbbed and ached for him. God! Sex had never been like this! Was it the alcohol? She didn't know. All Gloria knew was that she needed more. More of Raulf. More of everything.

  He buried his face in the soft skin of her belly, nuzzling her there, licking the slight indenture of her belly button. Gloria held her breath, knowing he'd lift her skirt and feast on her. He undid the zipper at her hip, slid the leather down her legs. For a moment, he sat back on his heels and simply looked at her. There was such hunger in his gaze Gloria thought she might just go up in flames from that smoldering look.

  "God, I want those long legs wrapped around my waist. I want you clad only in those fuck-me boots while I take you." His voice was husky and thick with his own need. Gloria was woman enough to recognize the primitive call of man to woman. Whatever else happened, in this moment, Raulf Lundgrin wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.

  With painstaking slowness, Raulf undid her boots to slip them from her feet, which puzzled her. Hadn't he just said he wanted her wearing them when they fucked? No. That wasn't the right word. Somehow, Gloria knew when he took her, it would be much more than a simple fuck. She knew, deep in her soul where it counted, this man would consume her. He might live like a playboy, but she got the distinct impression he wasn't one. Why else would he keep up an elaborate rouse with Tasha? Normally, she'd have simply dismissed that little statement as a horny man trying to get into her panties, but it actually made sense. Tasha was secretive about her relationship with Raulf, and some of her comments on how things weren't always what they seemed clicked into place.