[kiasusam]

“Your game, you devious bitch. Twist it whatever way you like – you tricked me too.”

“Tell me, Mac – and tell me without reserve – how much did you enjoy last night? Go on – even if you don’t want to admit it to me, admit it to yourself.”

Mac owed Miranda no honesty, but as images and sensations from his time with the girls clashed in his mind, he needed to share. And who would understand the glory of it all better than the demonic beauty he had married? “I enjoyed it beyond all reason,” he told her, resentment still lurking in his low voice. “I enjoyed it to insanity. Working over those two was the greatest fucking experience of my life.”

“Darling, I know it was.” If Mac hadn’t come to doubt his first ability to read Miranda, he might have thought she was happy for him. Even the suspicion of that idea was aphrodisiac to him. “You were a king last night,” she told him. “I don’t need to have been there, I simply know it. I’d love to see the CCTV footage sometime – watch you in action. It sounds like you ruled those girls, body and soul.”

“Maybe,” he said, his jaw set hard. “I never ruled you though, did I?”

“Not like that,” she said solemnly. “Maybe that’s our tragedy. You might have done, but you simply weren’t ready.”

“Not ready? What the hell does that mean?”

“My gift to you was more than those girls’ asses, however sweet they were. You came into something last night, Mac – an inheritance. You were the punishing bastard you always had the potential to be, and you’ll never forget how much you loved it. You’ll crave it again and by Christ you’ll have it.”

“You’re talking rubbish.”

“Oh no I’m not.”

“I wanted to punish you for sure, and they were there in your place.”

“Yes, they were. Well let me tell you something else for nothing. How do you think they ever got the security code for your flat?”

“Surprise me,” he said, danger reasserting itself in his tone.

“That temp of yours you fucked so indiscreetly, remember how she came around to visit, provide you with some TLC?”

Mac’s anger reared to accompany the action of his dick. Celia. “You didn’t…”

“And what if I did, Mac? What if she had some financial encouragement for making that visit? What if she had the means of subtly filming your resetting the burglar alarm and passing it on to me in case I ever needed it? How would that make you feel?”

He recalled the evening so well. Celia the peachy brunette, down on her knees, sucking him with such exquisite attention. Riding him slow. So she too had been a part of Miranda’s conniving. “Goddamn you, you infernal bitch,” he said. “God-fucking-damn you to hell.”

“There’s that anger,” Miranda said. “Keep that. Use it. You want to make me pay – well make her pay instead, the way you did Lysette and Imogen. She’d love it. She was quite conflicted, afterwards – all swoony over what a tender lover you were, while she’d been there under false pretences. She almost didn’t want to accept her reward. I’ll bet you still have her number. You should phone her – invite her around for a hot date once the divorce is finalised. Seduce her knickers off and then make her confess to her misdeed with your cock up her ass. Rule her like you want to rule me.”

“You’re so fucking twisted…”

“Yes I am, Mac – and the twisted part of you has always loved the fact. Well here’s news. That part is in the ascendant. The man you were last night, the man you are right now – selfish, ruthless, amoral – I could have loved him. And so many women will love him. They’ll fall on their knees and worship your cock with their mouths. They’ll offer up their scared asses. They’ll take all their punishment and beg for more. You’re coming into your kingship and you know it.That’s my gift.”

“Jesus, woman, you’re crazy.”

“No I’m not, Mac. I’m a bitch, but I’m not crazy. You’ll never forgive me, I know, and you never should. But someday when you’re owning some amazing woman’s ass with no regard for anything but your own filthy pleasure, you’ll thank me as well as curse me.”

“Oh will I?”

“I like to think so, darling.” Her voice had softened significantly. “You think I hate you, Mac, you think I view you with contempt, but you’re wrong. Once we’ve gone our separate ways I want to know you’re out there, being the big gorgeous bastard you always wanted to be. Enjoying yourself to the full – taking your royal due. Let’s let the lawyers tie it all up, Mac. What do you say to that?”

Mac was incapable of saying anything for some seconds. He released a long sigh. “I say it’s a good idea.”

“I’m glad,” she said. “You’re going to be magnificent. I’m sorry I won’t get to see it. Goodbye, Mac.”

She ended the call and he stared at his phone, a war of emotions playing itself out in his head. Fury at his wife simmered in the realisation that it the nightmare was finally as good as over. From some deep place came a pang of regret that he had lost her, followed by a renewed surging of anger. Yes he did still have Celia’s number, along with an urge to make her do some serious penance. And he felt damn sure that there’d be further dealings with the blonde-haired half of the cat-burgling twosome. His cock would be busy in the near future. This anger would take a lot more burning off – Miranda had been right about that.

“Fuck!” He slammed his palm against the desktop, making papers scatter. “Think you fucking know me, bitch…”

But beneath the anger he suddenly knew the truth of it. Yes, he’d never forgive the woman as long as he lived, and she’d been bang on the money about something else as well. After last night he’d never be the same man again. His life was about to turn around with dividends for his business, his bank balance and his cock.

Women beware. The real Mackenzie Lewis had arrived.

THE END