Gloria's Man

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 the 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."