Completing Beauty: Books 1-3

by Stella Andrews

  She just stares at me as I instructed her to do, and I move toward her and reward her with a soft kiss. As I inhale the scent of a woman that appears to be a gift from God, I ignore the crashing of my heart and my nerves set on edge. I ignore the fact I want to please her so much, and I turn my back on what I know I should do.

  Instead, I turn her slowly to face the screen and press her against the glass. Then I spread her legs and bend to kiss her neck and say gruffly, “Never be ashamed of your body my love, you have the most perfect one I have ever seen and now I want to taste every inch of it.”

  She shivers as I taste every part of her, by starting at her neck and moving my way down, until I reach the part of her I crave to be inside. Slipping my finger through her folds, I rub her clit until she moans. Pressing my shaft against her, she whimpers as the need overwhelms her.

  I whisper, “What do you want?”

  She says nothing and I say louder, “Answer me!”

  She says in a small voice, “I don’t know?”

  I continue to rub her clit and love the way she gasps and trembles under my hand. I feel so powerful as I hold her innocence in my hand and it takes all my strength to hold back. It’s as if I can smell her fear, and it both excites and repulses me at the same time.

  Spinning her around, I stare into her eyes and note the uncertainty in hers. Then I kiss her softly and gently, and she melts against my body as I settle between her legs. I gently rub against her and she presses her body against mine, desperate for something she doesn’t know the power of.

  Then I kiss a trail over her breasts, still massaging her clit, holding her on the edge of oblivion. Her juices flow against my hand and I know she is ready, but I need her to beg first.

  As I run my tongue over the length of her clit, she shudders and I say, “Tell me.”

  I know she is fighting against her shame and it’s important she learns how to communicate with me. She grasps my hair as I lick and tease her clit, and she struggles to understand what’s happening. Then I pull away and she looks at me with surprise as I say firmly. “You have to beg if you want me to finish what I started. Do you want me to make you a woman, my darling?”

  Her eyes are dilated and her breathing fast, and it’s a beautiful sight to see. A woman on the edge of ecstasy, in unknown territory and mine for the taking.

  She nods and I say gruffly, “I said beg.”

  I can tell she is mortified but wants this so much she can’t say no and she slowly nods and whispers, “Please, I’m begging you, Tobias.”

  The wicked bastard in me pulls her close and says roughly, “What do you want me to do, my little one?”

  “Make love to me, Tobias.”

  Instantly, I freeze because I can’t give her what she wants. How can I? I never promised her love, I promised to fuck her, not love her.

  She must sense my retreat because she opens her eyes and the sight of the hurt in them causes something to shift inside and I pull her close and say huskily, “Beg me to fuck you.”

  If she is disappointed, she hides it well because she nods, “Fuck me, Tobias, I’m begging you.”

  That’s all I needed to hear, and I sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom. The shower can wait because I’m done waiting. As she lies underneath me, her eyes are wide with fear and I say soothingly, “This may hurt but only for a minute, do you trust me, little bird?”

  She nods and I see her fear mixed with anticipation. She is so ready and as I take her mouth in mine, I kiss her with a soul searing kiss that causes my mind to explode. I am about to fuck my wife for the very first time and I have never felt like this before.

  She trembles underneath me and it sends me wild with lust as I kiss every inch of this beautiful creature to savor the moment. She starts to pant and pleads, “Please, I want you to fuck me, Tobias.”

  She is using my language, but it leaves me with a hollow feeling inside and I wonder why. She arches her back toward me and I try to shake off the feelings that are flooding my world. This isn’t happening.

  As she presses against me, I lose my mind and poise at the entrance to paradise. Then with a growl, I position myself and feel her slick juices ready to ease me inside. She needs this, I need this if we are going to make this work, so I whisper, “I’m going to stretch you and it will hurt but stay with me and it will soon pass.”

  Her eyes are wide as she nods, and the trust in her eyes causes an explosion in my chest. I feel so protective over her and so I inch in carefully, waiting until her walls stretch to accommodate me before I probe deeper. She winces as I reach the barrier that’s kept her mine and then with a sharp thrust, I break through and claim my woman. She gasps and the tears pour down her face as she bites her lip and yet I know it’s a necessary pain. Stroking her hair, I whisper soothing words of encouragement before slowly moving back and then thrusting forward again, gently and carefully. Soon nature takes over and her body starts to adapt to the intrusion and I feel her relax as my cock finds its rhythm. I stroke her G-spot inside and she moans and this time they are ones of passion. Reaching down, I pull her ass hard against me and she is as close to me as any woman has ever been. I stretch and tease her, taking care not to hurt her any more than I have to, and soon her cries are ones of passion as the pressure builds.

  When Anastasia comes apart on my cock, my world changes forever. Now I know what it feels like to possess a woman fully and without compromise. As I enter her, she enters my mind, body and soul and we are cemented together for eternity because as I roar my release into the woman who has captured the beast, I know I will never want another woman, she is going nowhere.

  Chapter 27

  Anastasia

  It hurts so badly and yet the feeling of Tobias inside me was amazing. I feel different now as I lie in the arms of my husband after he has taken away something I protected for so long. He is still inside me and as we lie joined together; I feel so happy that I finally know the secret that everyone else knew some time ago.

  He whispers huskily, “Are you hurting?”

  “A little.”

  I look up at him and his eyes are dancing with an expression I haven’t seen in them before. He kisses my lips softly and whispers, “Thank you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Thank you for giving yourself to me.”

  I bury my face in his chest and feel amazed that I’m here at all. This hasn’t quite turned out how I thought it would, and yet I’m not complaining.

  I feel a little stupid that I asked him to make love to me. We both know love doesn’t come into this relationship and I push down the part of me that’s disappointed about that. So, I don’t have the love story - I have the dream and what a dream this is turning out to be. Maybe Tobias and I can just be good friends who fuck. Yes, friends with benefits because we have to forge some kind of relationship out of this marriage. Maybe it will be fun to spend our evenings when he’s home doing this, and when he’s not, I will occupy my time another way. Yes, I need to work out a role for myself and this is just the icing on the cake.

  He pulls back and looks a little anxious. “I’m going to pull out now and then run you a bath. It may be sore for a while and the hot water will help ease the pain.”

  I nod, suddenly fearful of what comes next and as he pulls out; I feel the burn a little, and then all that’s left is a sore feeling below.

  He rolls off the bed, and I stare at his masculine beauty as he heads toward the bathroom, and soon I hear the sound of the bath running and try to move. It feels as if I’m fire and when I look down, I cry out because the blood staining the sheets makes it look as if there’s been a stabbing.

  Tobias comes running in, “What?”

  I feel my face flame and he looks at the blood and grins. “In the past the bedsheets were paraded through the streets when a man claimed his bride, it was tradition to prove she was a virgin on her wedding day.”

  I stare at him in shock, “eew, that’s so embarrassing.”r />
  He grins. “Like I said, no need to be embarrassed around me.”

  He comes and sits on the edge of the bed and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear and says somewhat apologetically, “I know this is a little irrelevant now but have you been taking the contraceptive pill I arranged for you?”

  I look down because that alone was the most embarrassing moment of my life when my mom announced he had sent them and I was to start taking them immediately under the terms of our contract.

  He lifts my face to his and says darkly, “Well?”

  I nod. “Of course, I followed your contract to the letter. Contraception - check. Prenuptial agreement signed. Permission to sign my name regarding Johnson’s Plastics - check. Full medical and background - check. I did it all, Tobias, you know that.”

  I feel a little hurt that he would bring that up now, almost as if he’s regretting what we just did and for a moment he seems at a loss, so I say slightly angrily, “Anyway, if you don’t mind, I think I’d like some privacy to clean myself up.”

  I don’t look at him, or wait for an answer and just head to the bathroom and shut the door, hoping he doesn’t come in because as I’m becoming accustomed to, the bastard doesn’t believe in locks on the doors.

  As I sink into the hot, sweet smelling water of a bath that overlooks the ocean, I wince as my tortured body feels the burn.

  Then I lie back and relish the view, marveling that I lost my virginity in such an island paradise.

  Then I think of him and feel conflicted. On the one hand, what just happened was so magical and the perfect place and time for this to happen. He has been so kind and attentive all day, but then he had to go and ruin it by asking me to fuck him and then make sure I was on the pill. It made me feel like a cheap whore and the tears start to form as the disappointment bites. Then I feel foolish because what did I expect? Hearts and flowers and a declaration of love. I doubt the man has it in him, so I fight my disappointment and just concentrate on the positives instead. I did it. I finally did it and despite everything, it felt fucking amazing.

  I take my time in the bath because it feels so good and the view is like nothing I’ve seen before. I’m not worried about keeping Tobias waiting because his actions have annoyed me. He turned something so magical on its head, and I will probably never forgive him for that. Then again, who was I kidding? He is hardly Romeo to my Juliet.

  So, with a sigh, I dry myself off and grab a robe that’s hanging behind the door. Feeling my skin glowing and not just from the bath, I smile as I feel different somehow. I have an inner peace that’s the result of discarding my virginity and despite everything, I wouldn’t change a thing of how it happened.

  When I head into the bedroom, Tobias is waiting and sitting on the edge of the bed that now has no sheet. He looks up and I see conflict in his eyes as he says gently, “Hey, do you feel ok?”

  I nod and smile. “Better thanks.”

  He pats the space beside him which takes me back to our first meeting and despite wanting to tell him to go to hell, I do as he says because by the looks of him, he has something on his mind.

  As I take my position, he reaches out and entwines his fingers with mine. “I’m sorry, Ana.”

  I blink because to my knowledge, this is the first time he’s called me by the shortened version of my name and it feels nice. More familiar and less formal.

  “For what?”

  “The comment about the contraception, asking you to use the word fuck instead of love, in fact making you feel something you shouldn’t.”

  I stare at him in total surprise and he shrugs. “I’m not good with words and I’m not good with feelings. I’m in unknown territory here and am asking you to cut me some slack. What just happened was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I want you to know that. Nobody else has ever come to close to that, so as a first attempt, I think you hit the jackpot.”

  I’m not sure what to say and just stare at him in total surprise and he smiles gently. “I’ve taken the liberty and arranged a meal to be delivered to the beach outside. I’m not interested in seeing anyone this evening and just want to spend it with you. If you agree, that is.”

  How does he do this? Make me so mad with him one minute and the next, falling for him a little more. I swear he has a dual personality, and how could I refuse him anything when he is being so charming now?

  So, I just nod and the relief in his expression says it all. “Ok, I’ll jump in the shower while you make yourself comfortable. I won’t be long.”

  He heads off quickly, leaving me completely baffled behind him. Was that an apology? It certainly seemed like it and the first time since I met him, I discover an emotion I haven’t felt before—hope.

  Chapter 28

  Tobias

  I’m such a fucking idiot. As the steam from the shower burns my shame away, I try to get my head back in the game. As soon as I saw the look in her eyes when I mentioned the contraception, I knew it had come out the wrong way.

  The trouble is, I’m not prepared to face the real reason I asked. I never wanted this. Hell, I tried all my life to avoid it but it’s hit me like a sledgehammer. When I ran her bath, the overwhelming feeling I had was of fear. Fear that the woman who had given me so much would wake up one day and realize she doesn’t need me anymore. She is wealthy in her own right and certainly doesn’t need my money. A few weeks with me and she’ll realize what a fucked-up bastard I am and pack her bags.

  When I came inside Anastasia, it was not by accident because it hit me when I was inside her that I never wanted her to leave. I need her to stay with me, so I did something I never thought I’d do. I shot my seed so deep inside her; I hoped it would hit home. I want my baby planted firmly in her belly to chain her to me forever.

  Now my own instructions in that god damned contract have come back to bite me because I have given her the protection against me she needs. Anastasia will wake up one day soon and discover she doesn’t want me or this fucked-up life, and there is nothing I can do about it.

  I knew she was angry and left her to her bath in peace, even though it tore me apart not to go in there and tell her how I really feel. But I can’t. How can I admit something to her that I don’t understand myself? I can’t explain something I don’t want, or need in my life. Why I suddenly want a family goes against everything I said and if Sophia were here, she would laugh fit to burst.

  Do I love Ana? It certainly feels that way, or is it just because of what just happened?

  Groaning, I hit the tiles with my fist and sink to the floor; the water cascading over me washing away my shame. Somehow, somewhere in this fucked-up marriage, I actually developed feelings for the woman I wanted to possess Now who’s the dumb fuck?

  I arranged the dinner because I’m a greedy bastard and not for food. I want her all to myself and any person interrupting us for a minute is an irritation I’m not allowing to happen. No, this is a special night for us both and I need to make things right between us, but I don’t know how. Every time I open my mouth, the wrong words come out and I don’t know how to say what I really want without looking like a complete and utter dickhead.

  Feelings - I have run from them all my life and after what happened vowed never to be in that position again. Now I am, I don’t know what to do, so I gather my inner bastard around me and grab a robe and head back to see if I can somehow work it out as I go along.

  As I walk into the room, Anastasia turns and the sight of her against the backdrop of the sea causes me to smile. She looks so happy as she says with excitement, “I always knew there was a beautiful world out there. I wanted to see it for myself and now I have, thank you.”

  “Have you never seen the ocean before?”

  I find it hard to believe, but she nods. “No. My parents weren’t one to travel and Angel and me just spent vacations at home with Martha. When I was older, I was still living at home and continued to do what they wanted. When they told me I had to marry Sebastian, I put everything into m
aking that work.”

  She smiles, but the burning rage inside me won’t go away as I think about how she has been used by the people who should have done everything in their power to make her happy.

  “Well, you can travel the world now, little bird. You have your own wings and I will take you wherever you wish to go.”

  She stares at me for a moment and I see a spark of hope enter her eye. “Really?”

  My heart physically aches as I see the pleasure in her smile and I say with a determination I know won’t waver, “Anywhere, just name it and we’ll go.”

  The phone rings by the bed and I grab it quickly. “Yes.”

  “Sir, your table is ready.”

  “Thank you, we’ll be right there.”

  She looks at me with surprise and I reach for her hand. “Come, dinner is served and you must be hungry.”

  “Should we change?” She looks down at her robe and I feel the heat tearing through me as I picture her naked under it. “No, we will be alone. We can go naked if we want to.”

  The blush that creeps across her face makes me smile and before I make a complete asshole of myself, I pull her outside the bifold doors and down to the beach below.

  As we walk barefoot in the sand, she gasps with pleasure. The sun is beginning to set over the horizon and the light show is fantastic. In front of us is a small table with a white tablecloth on top of which stands a candelabra lighting up a feast for a king and his queen. A bottle of champagne cools in the ice bucket next to it and as I hold out her chair, she smiles and whispers, “Thank you, Tobias, this is perfect.”

  Taking my seat opposite, I pour the champagne and raise mine in a toast. “To a long and happy marriage.”

  She looks surprised and then touches my glass with hers and says sweetly, “I second that.”