RODERICK DE VERE SECRET OBSESSION |BL

CHAPTER 3

The morning light, filtering through the gauzy curtains, painted the room in a soft, ethereal glow.  Jacob opened his eyes, the throbbing in his head a stark reminder of the night before.  He tried to recall the events of the previous evening, but his memory was hazy, fragmented, a jumbled mess of blurred faces and fleeting sensations.

He sat up, his head pounding, his body aching.  He looked around the room, his gaze falling on the two figures sprawled across the bed.  One, a woman with long, dark hair and a body that seemed to shimmer in the morning light, was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even.  The other, a woman with blonde hair and a body that was covered in a sheen of sweat, was curled up on her side, her back to him, her arm flung over her head, her breasts exposed, her chest covered in a network of red bite marks.

Jacob stared at them, his mind reeling, his stomach churning.  He felt a wave of nausea wash over him, a bitter taste of guilt and shame filling his mouth.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  He couldn't believe what he had done.

He looked down at himself, his gaze falling on his own body.  He was half-naked, his shirt torn, his pants unbuckled.  His penis was still inside the woman on the bed, her body still warm and yielding beneath him.

the next day....

Elion stood in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes cold, his expression a mask of icy fury.  He looked at Jacob, his gaze sweeping over his torn clothes, his unbuckled pants, the two women sprawled across the bed, their bodies still warm and inviting.

"Was it fun?" Elion asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl.  "Was it fun fucking them?"

Jacob's throat constricted, his breath catching in his chest.  He wanted to deny it, to explain, to make excuses.  But the truth was staring him in the face, undeniable and unforgiving.

"It was just a mistake," he stammered, his voice trembling.  "I don't know what I was thinking."

Elion's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing Jacob's soul.  "A mistake?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  "You think this is a mistake?  You think you can just walk in here, covered in the scent of other sluts, and tell me it was a mistake?"

Jacob felt a surge of panic, a primal fear that threatened to consume him.  He wanted to run, to hide, to escape the wrath of his husband.  But he knew that he couldn't.  He had to face the consequences of his actions.

"I'll kill them," he said, his voice desperate, his words tumbling out in a torrent of fear.  "I'll kill these women if you want them gone.  Just stop being jealous."

He reached down, his hand reaching for his pants, his fingers fumbling with the button.  He pulled out his penis, his eyes pleading with Elion, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation.

"Just say the word," he whispered, his voice hoarse.  "Just say the word and I'll make them disappear."

Elion stared at him, his face a mask of icy fury.  He saw the fear in Jacob's eyes, the desperation in his voice, the way his body was trembling.  He saw the way Jacob was begging for forgiveness, the way he was trying to make amends.

But Elion couldn't forgive him.  He couldn't forget the pain, the betrayal, the humiliation.  He couldn't forget the way Jacob had looked at those women, the way he had touched them, the way he had laughed with them.

He couldn't forget the way Jacob had betrayed him, the way he had shattered his trust, the way he had ripped his heart to shreds.

He closed his eyes, his body trembling with a mixture of anger and despair.  He couldn't forgive him.  He couldn't forget.  He couldn't love him anymore.

He turned away, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room.  He left Jacob standing there, his penis still exposed, his eyes pleading, his body trembling.  He left Jacob alone with his guilt, his shame, his fear.

He left Jacob alone with the consequences of his actions.

to be continue....