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His voice was full of anger and contempt. “What the hell could be so important that you would let a bastard like that get away with what he did to you?...He really could have killed you Sara” His eyes stared down at her as she shook her head refusing to speak. “Answer”, he bit out as for the first time he saw the shutters fall over her normally so expressive eyes.
“No. That is the one thing that I will not tell you about. My one secret” His eyes trailed over her lovely face, his frown deepening, seeing the determination in her expression before his voice became softer. “Perhaps I could help you?” his words surprising her before she gave a small snort. “Of course...you are all about helping me” Trying to move once more, his arm again tightened around her.
“Where are you going?” he asked, Sara stiffening. “Now that you have finished...I would like to go to my own room”, her eyes flicking to his, seeing as a small smile settled in the corner of his mouth. “Fine. You keep your secret...and no, I have no interest in helping you” Sara was surprised to hear the note of anger in his voice. “But understand this. Firstly THIS is your room... from now on you will share my bed till we split”, his voice becoming more sensual, “and secondly...we had not finished”, his mouth once more dropping to hers as she made to argue.
The moment he kissed her she gave up any pretense of fighting him off, her body jumping in greedy awareness and want for the man who pulled her once more against him. This time their lovemaking was slower, languorous, as he explored every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, Sara unable to believe the myriad of sensations which swept over her. She lost her inhibitions as she copied him, taking pleasure in the way her exploration of his body caused him to groan and whisper such words of encouragement, full of barely-contained need.
When he rolled onto his back, he pulled Sara over him. She sighed, straddling his body as he guided her onto the hardness of him, her gasp turning to a long moan of pleasure as she took him deep within her body. Moving, she steadied herself with fingers which enjoyed the feel of his warm chest, his hands holding her thighs, moving her as she set the pace for their lovemaking.
Sara found controlling the rate and depth a powerful aphrodisiac; watching his face as he tried to push deeper within her, she teased him before sinking over him, hearing the loud hiss of pleasure from him. Soon however, she felt the same waves rise within, not able to believe that she could experience such intensity so soon after the last time, her movements becoming faster as she ed, her cries filling the space as her head fell back.
Darius raised himself, one arm wrapping around her waist as he rolled her onto her back, his movement deepening his penetration of her pulsating body, making her whimper, his body stroking harder, keeping her spiralling within the intensity of her orgasm before he too joined her, panting and moaning with the relief of his release. Completely spent, Darius fell heavily over Sara, only this time she allowed herself to wrap her arms around him, holding him close.
After several seconds he lifted his head, a smile on his mouth as he dropped a kiss on her lips before rolling from her, a chuckle leaving him as he looked over at her with eyes still warm from the intensity of their reaction to each other. “Now we are finished”, he grinned, Sara giving a chuckle back. “Wimp”, she managed, collapsing in a heap, already feeling as her eyes felt so heavy as tiredness pervaded every part of her, the last sound before she fell asleep was his deep rumbling laugh.
The next morning, Sara’s eyes blinked open; she lifted her head in confusion, expecting to see the small room her mother allowed her to use while she was looking for her own place. As realisation swamped her, she groaned, her body feeling stiff from the activities of the previous night. Her hand brushed across the bed, quickly realising that she was alone as she sat up pulling the sheet around her.
“Good morning” His voice made her stiffen, pulling the sheet tighter, her eyes opening wider as they fell on the man sitting at the desk. Frowning softly she noticed that he was fully dressed, amazed that she heard nothing as she was normally such a light sleeper. Dressed more casually today in jeans and a shirt, he was reading papers. With his seat facing the bed she knew that he must have been watching her as she slept, this thought making her uncomfortable while strangely aroused.
“What time is it?”, she finally managed, his mouth quirking as he put down the papers, rising and moving back to stand over her, the tingles turning to full out electric jolts running through her now. Darius had enjoyed watching the young woman sleep, her hair falling around her face, her expression almost angelic, this thought surprising him. The night had been more wonderful than he ever expected her reaction to him mind-blowing. He felt his body’s tightening awareness just at the memory. He knew after six years of pent-up hatred for the woman before him his revenge was the reason for the intensity, satisfaction filling him.
“8:30” His smooth tone saw her physically shiver, Sara scolding herself with the way his mere presence was affecting her. Giving an unsure half-smile she nodded softly aware that it was the weekend wondering if Darius Garelli always got up so early. “Y...you must have been up early”, she finally managed, feeling the need to fill the heavy silence which fell between them, seeing as his eyes slid over her bare shoulders, embarrassed as her nipples tightened with just his eyes on her body. His knowing smile made her want the ground to open up and swallow her whole as she flushed, turning from him.
Sitting down beside her, she felt panic rise, not at his presence but at the way her whole body started to tingle with expectation, jumping as his finger slid down her shoulder. “I wish that we had more time”, his voice sensual as his eyes slid down her a shiver running through Sara with the intensity of her desire for the man so close as he sat forward, his mouth finding hers in a soft kiss, his hand caressing her cheek before pulling back. “But...We don’t”
Sara’s eyes flicked open as she ran her tongue along her lips, tasting him once more, her eyes questioning. “Why?” Embarrassment flashed through her as she realised what she just said, how she must have sounded, her cheeks reddening. “I...I meant...what is happening?” Inwardly cringing, she saw the way he grinned. “I have a meeting in about thirty minutes and this evening we are returning to my house just outside of the city” “Y...your house?” Her voice took on a tinge of panic. “H...how far outside the city?” Darius surprised at the way she looked so wary.
With a smile he named the suburb on the outskirts, her eyes looking away as her brows furrowed in concentration before looking more relieved. “I...I guess that is fine...right side of the city...closer even”, she mused softly as he sat watching her. “Right side of the city for what?” his question asked gently as she bit her lip nervously. “I...I can’t say” Darius gave a deep sigh.
“Fine...but we are out of here at six - make sure you are ready. You will need more clothes, because as I said yesterday...I have no desire to see you wandering around dressed like a teenager, so Rachel is coming around in one hour...I have organised for a credit card to be made available for you, it should be delivered soon” Pushing her hair back nervously she felt uncomfortable. “I would rather not”, her voice more cold than she intended, more than just a little insulted by his comments though knowing that they were fair, her dress the previous day meant to put him off the thought of taking her to bed, as he gave a small chuckle.
“I like my women to look nice. Like them to feel special”, his head moved to nuzzle her neck as she froze, Sara flinching, suddenly feeling so dirty. “I am sure you do...but I am NOT one of your women. We both know that” His teeth nipped at her neck making her gasp with the jolt of desire that flashed through her before he stood giving her a smile. “Of course you are...last night proved that...even if you don’t want to accept it...maybe we can talk more about it later” Turning, she felt shame at the memory of how she had clung to him, touched him, wanted him.
“You are delusional Darius. I was there because you blackmailed me. I was making the best of a bad situation” He froze for a split second before giving a harder laugh, the sound setting her nerves on edge as he walked to the door. “Well I enjoyed your ‘best of a bad situation’ so think of the credit card as reward for services rendered” The door closing saw her fall back against the pillow, a small scream leaving her lips at his comment, the feeling of being dirty returning to her once more as she groaned with shame.
Darius moved down the corridor, his expression hardened as he stabbed at the elevator button. “Make the best of a bad situation” - who the hell did she think she was he fumed, as angry with himself as her. He had planned on humiliating her, making her believe that he intended to make her his mistress for two weeks. His real plan was for one evening only - to parade her before all those her mother and family held in such high esteem.
Stepping into the elevator, a small groan left him. What the hell happened? He wanted to see the look on her face as he forced her to dress up for him in the lingerie he picked out himself, to make her think that he intended to force her into his bed, then at the last moment to tell her to leave, to make her think that she was not good enough for him.
