Web of Deception Chapter 13 (Rated NC-17 Sexual Content and Strong Language)

(Disclaimer: Although both characters are strangers-safe sex is being practiced.)

"Deeper!" Evangeline cried digging her nails into to John's muscular shoulders. Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy through her body.

"You feel so good," he moaned keeping his strokes steady and deep, as her long legs wrapped around his waist inviting each and every thrust.

They had spent the afternoon satisfying their sexual appetite. The first two times were quick and intense, with Evangeline taking control. But this time around, John was determined to take his time and rock her world.

With his travels in the Orient and Middle East, John had studied the art of a woman's erotic zones and controlling his release until his lover was satisfied.

"Work it baby," she moaned nibbling on his ear.

That move sent him over the edge, as his strokes became harder and faster.

"Yes!" she screamed gripping the sides of the bed, as her release came hard with each thrust.

"Evangeline!" he moaned as his release followed.

They both lay silent before turning to face each other, with smiles of contentment.

"I think this is the beginning of a mutually satisfying relationship," he said.

"I couldn't agree more," she replied. "So, is big John up for another round?"

"Oh yeah," he smiled. "Big John is ready to ride."

The love nest Malcolm and Lorraine once shared was located on the outskirts of town. Although Lorraine had been out of the con game for a while, she still knew how to pick a lock.

She arrived at 1:00pm sharp. However, Malcolm didn't arrive until 4:00pm. Under any other circumstances, she would have left, but stopping this wedding and getting Malcolm out of their lives became a matter of life and death.

"Well, you certainly took your sweet time getting here," Lorraine yelled as Malcolm entered the apartment.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but business comes first," he said nonchalantly. "So why did you want to meet?"

"I'm asking, no I'm begging you not to go through with this wedding," Lorraine replied sincerely. "Before you say anything, just let me finish. I have a feeling that something really bad is going to happen, if you marry Keesha."

"I'm not falling for this Lorraine," Malcolm replied bored with the conversation. "I'm going to marry Keesha and you'll just have to live with it. Or could it be that you're jealous?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she spat. "I love my daughter more than life. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. If you want to hurt me fine, do it. But don't use Keesha in your plan."

Malcolm clapped his hands in mock applause. "You actually sound sincere."

"Listen to me," she pleaded. "I think Victor might suspect something. If he found out about our affair, there would be hell to pay." A chill went down her spine at the thought of Victor's wrath.

"I'm not afraid of your husband," Malcolm replied with cocky assurance. "Besides, if I go down, you go down too."

"What does that mean?"

Malcolm pulled out a videotape from his briefcase and popped it into the VCR. "I think your husband would be very interested in these homemade movies, don't you?" he smiled.

"You sonofabitch!" Lorraine yelled watching their sexual escapades. Blind rage took over as she lunged for Malcolm's throat.

In one swift move, he grabbed Lorraine's arms and pinned them behind her back.

"Now, now Lorraine, you should really watch that temper or should I call you Vera?"

Lorraine's body went cold. "What did you call me?" she said breaking from his grip.

"I called you Vera Jackson. That is your real name isn't it?" Malcolm asked with a look of pure satisfaction.

Lorraine tried to regain her composure, but the look of shock, betrayed her.

"Yes, I know who you really are. If you do anything to try and stop this wedding, everyone in this town, along with your loving husband and daughter will find out the truth," he said in a threatening tone.

Lorraine tried to speak, but shock took over. She absently picked up her purse to leave, when Malcolm placed the tape in her hand.

"You can keep this copy. I have another one for safekeeping. Just in case you decide to try and bump me off," he said sarcastically as she left.

You may have won this round," she said to herself. "But I'm going to win the war or die trying."

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