Carnality, A Naughty Whodunit

By S.P. Aruna

Frederick Stevens, the unscrupulous CEO of Pricklin Industries, is a man who takes what he wants, including the wife of one of his employees, and leaving in his wake a host of embittered victims bent on retribution. Into the picture steps Angela Chen, a wily and dispassionate industrial spy sent by a rival firm to bring Stevens down. Dominance and submission, revenge sex, offbeat romances, the mix is ripe for a satirical romp of melodramatic misadventures, a veritable X-rated soap opera, climaxing in a whodunit that will baffle the reader till the very end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.P. Aruna
• Release date: Jun 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463385647

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Carnality

A Naughty Whodunit

S.P. Aruna

Copyright©2018 Marilyn Lombardi

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This book is a work of fiction. All characters are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit content of graphic nature and is intended for persons over the age of eighteen. Characters engaging in sexual activity are considered over the age of eighteen in all cases

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

PART 1

Chapter 1

Evelyn couldn't remember when these feelings had first started. It certainly was long before the Christmas party.

Had it been on the first occasion she'd seen him? No, hardly. That had been the 4th of July barbeque, the one the company had held on some rich guy's expansive private estate and he had been way off in the distance, and hadn't even come near where she and her husband had stationed themselves. After all, you wouldn't expect Frederick Stevens to hobnob with Jonathan, a low-level employee, who had just joined the firm only a few months ago straight out of university. And there had been so many important people there, top-level managers and business contacts.

It probably began the second time: the party at the office, the celebration of a new account or something like that. On that occasion, The Big Man did make an effort to greet her and Jonathan.

She recalled vague impressions as she'd studied him: a mature man in his early forties, a bit tall, well-built, flowing black hair impeccably combed back with only highlights of gray. But it was his jutting jaw, and that aquiline nose, opulent lips, the hard cut of his face, and the severe veneer in his eyes that impressed her the most. All wrapped in an armor of exuberant self-confidence.

Just by looking at him, he made her tingle. He had already drawn her in at the first hello. And then, to her dismay, he wandered off.

After that, she found herself thinking of him from time to time, and in a naughty way.

So by the time of the Christmas party, she had already been well primed to his advances.

It's not that she didn't love Jonathan. She did. He was so sweet, and caring, and considerate. Maybe too considerate.

But her husband's nice attributes were no match for the aggressive come-ons of Frederick Stevens at that Christmas party. And, after all, Frederick was the CEO of Pricklin Industries, wasn't he. And her husband's boss.

* * * * * *

He was milling around, as was his duty, at the Christmas party held in the ballroom of the local Sheraton when he saw her. She was standing next to a young man. She was fresh as a peach: long red hair that curled around the middle of her chest, emerald-green eyes, and that slight bite that reminded him of Emma Stone. And that body! Voluptuous, with wide hips, just the way he liked them. Early twenties, he figured.

But what excited him even more was the way she was standing. Languidly, on the verge of boredom. And the man next to her, standing diffidently, holding his drink in a stiff posture. No wonder she was bored. Her husband (he could tell from the rings that glistened in the light that they were married) was boring. Hmmm, not giving her enough attention. The honeymoon, whenever it had begun, was definitely over.

Had he seen her before? She looked familiar, and he quickly chided himself about why he couldn't have made her intimate acquaintance until now.

Frederick Stevens wanted her. And what Frederick Stevens wanted, he took.

Sauntering over, he put on his smile. Hello... uh...

Jonathan, the young man said, proffering his hand to his superior.

Hello Jonathan. Stevens took it with a grip that had a purposeful display of strength. I assume this lovely lady is your wife. His low-pitched, deep voice radiated testosterone.

Yes, Evelyn said, before Jonathan could get an answer in. An instant fierce flame of attraction clenched her entire body. She held her hand out, and as he took it, she introduced herself. I'm Evelyn. We've met before, actually.

Did we? He grasped his hand in hers.

Oh, his grip, did that feel so, so, penetrating, right into my bones, she was thinking.

Stevens' stare verged on hypnotic. I can't comprehend how on Earth I could've forgotten that.

The tingle she had gotten before at only the sight of him had become more of a delicious jolt at his touch. She found herself disappointed when he finally let go of her hand, although she continued to drink in the sheer magnitude of him. His face was savagely square, carved into harsh lines that exuded merciless ferocity. She experienced a warm moist ache in her loins that made her feel guilty.

So Merry Christmas to the both of you. Tell me, Jonathan, I assume you work for me, but I can't remember too clearly...

I'm in Division 1, Mr. Stevens; Protocol Testing.

Ah, yes, that's right, Stevens said, not having a clue, nor caring about it either. And your wife? He turned to Evelyn. What keeps you busy during the day?

She had to struggle to compose herself, shielding herself against his primitive overt aura of virility. I'm just a housewife for now, but I hope to start painting soon. We rented a loft from a former artist, and I just need to buy some accessories. Accessories; that sounded trite, she thought. But it made no difference to him.

Well, I wish you well. Just by looking at you... he said with a cunning smile, I know you have great talent.

By this time, Evelyn could see Jonathan squirm a bit. And maybe Mr. Stevens noticed that too, for he made a timely exit.

Enjoy yourselves. As the perceived leader, I must make the rounds. But I hope to see you later, he added, winking just a bit too flirtingly at Evelyn.

He made good with his promise. He did pop back to her, at an opportune time after Jonathan had strolled off to speak to a colleague.

Doesn't your husband think it's dangerous to leave a gorgeous wife like you alone? His eyes, targeting hers, were unmistakable in their meaning. He held a reptilian gaze, intensely sexy. He eyed her like she was the most delicious thing: like he could see everything in her, to taste her thoroughly and savor it. She shivered at the thought that he had the ability to eat her alive.

He trusts me, she said, in a sultry tone that egged him on.

That's good. Are you trustworthy?

So far.

Mmmm. The sound he made was like the low deep purring of a tiger. But the future is an unknown.

Maybe. She then said something that maybe she shouldn't have. And she would never figure out why; it was as if she had lost her normal control, all control. But it wasn't the first time. Are you the kind to alter the future? she challenged.

Indeed, I am. And I hope to alter yours.

She gazed at him seductively, trying to etch in her memory his strikingly fierce face. I hope so too, she blurted. Oh shit, she thought instantly, I'm practically urging adultery. But she really couldn't help herself, could she?

Well, then, here is my card. He reached into the breast pocket of his cashmere jacket, and produced it. There's a private number written on the back of it.

Evelyn turned the card over and sure enough, there it was.

Jonathan was ambling back.

I would be so pleased to see more of you, Stevens said, sensing that his opportunity was expiring.

Me too.

Stevens turned away from her. Hello Jonathan. Having a good time?

Yes.

Good. I'm still doing the rounds. Take care, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.

Thank you, sir.

* * * * * *

That night was strange for the both of them. In bed, she acted different. So different that it was almost weird. Jonathan was kissing her all over her body, something that he loved to do before actually screwing.

Bite me, she spat out.

And so he did. She responded with moans louder than he expected.

Thighs, hips, belly, he took little nips. When he worked his way to her breasts, he pecked around her nipples.

Bite my nipples.

He did, the left one, cautiously.

Oh yeah!

He liked her breasts. Not big, but shapely. Cute. He moved to her right one and clamped on its nipple.

Oh yeah!

She went nutzo, taking hold of his shoulders and indicating that she wanted him to enter her. As he did so, she gave out another unexpected shout.

He rocked and rolled; she bucked.

Fuck me! she yelled.

When he did, she screamed like a banshee. From there it went animalistic.

After an interlude of post coital recovery, he slipped out of her and rolled over, wondering about why she was so excited tonight.

* * * * * *

He already had a plan. Just a few wrinkles to be ironed out. He would have to promote him. Otherwise, the way things stood, any maneuverings it required would have to go down much too long a chain. It would delay things; start gossip. No, he needed him soon and he needed him close, very close. And actually, wouldn't that be more fun?

His plan was to keep him busy. Overwork him. Run him into the ground.

Provide the opportunity to grab her alone, as well as make him too tired to show attention to her, leave alone sex. Then she would be vulnerable.

Jonathan Evergreen would be his personal assistant.

He picked up his internal phone and pressed 01. Hello, Kilroy?

Kilroy was the head of Human Resources.

There's a young guy, Evergreen, Jonathan, look him up. I need a personal assistant, besides Janet, and I thought of him.

Janet was his admin secretary.

Yes, I don't care if he's a new employee, just do it.

At his command, it was done.

* * * * * *

I got promoted!

Oh wow!

Jonathan hugged his beautiful red-headed wife, and moved his hands over her sexy, curve-dominated body, feeling like he was on top of the world.

Let's celebrate, she said.

Let's go to that expensive restaurant, Antonio's; the place we went to when we first moved here.

Sounds ideal. She backed off from their embrace, linking hands with his. So what's this new position?

You won't believe it. I'm going to be the new personal assistant to Frederick Stevens, the CEO. Isn't that great?

Yeah, that's fantastic!

They hugged again, but Evelyn felt dubious. She fretted that somehow this had something to do with her.

* * * * * *

Jonathan approached the revolving door of Pricklin House, whistling to himself in sweet merriment, drunk in his own good fortune. He reported straight to the CEO's office, where