“Nooo … you are cruel, Nico … please, please, please, please!” He leaned onto her, his arms folding under her arms to grip her shoulders from behind and then he pulled out slowly, his eyes burning into hers, and plunged back into her … hard. Her eyes widened and she sighed.
“Yessss!”
The walls of her sheath trembled around his shaft and he knew she was close, as close as he was to release. She tightened her muscles around his shaft and he lost it. He pounded into her, his body straining as he desperately plunged into her hard and fast, forcing her down hard with each forward plunge of his body with his hands on her shoulders.
Samantha’s skin had shrunk and was all of a sudden too small for her body, the pleasure build painfully in her groin and she was burning up. She screamed when her climax erupted and the pleasure pain drew her body in a tight bow against his, she couldn’t breath as all her energy tightened and exploded in her lower body, sending a rush of heat to fill every cell in her body.
Nicolas shouted when his climax followed directly after and he pounded desperately through it until his release spurted forth with so much force he couldn’t breathe. Samantha felt the force of his climax rip inside her and she lost all control when another climax hit her and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
This time Nicolas pulled from her and fell on his back next to her, his chest heaving and his breathing haggard. His arm went around her and pulled her against his side, her head finding his chest and she smiled when he growled.
“Woman … you are going to kill me!”
She noticed the broken and raw skin on his knuckles of the hand stroking her arms and she gasped. She grabbed his hand and tenderly kissed each knuckle. She leaned up and looked at him, a worried frown marring her brow.
“What happened?” Her eyes searched his and she recognized the rage burning in their depths.
“Nico … what did you do?” His fingers stroked her cheek, his eyes cloudy.
“Not today …”
“But …” His fingers on her lips silenced her.
“No, not today. Today, is for us. You, me … and this delectable body of yours!” And he flipped her on her back and buried his face in her side, playfully nibbling and she jumped and squealed when his nose brushed against her sensitive tickle spot. Once he found it, he was merciless, licking, nibbling and tickling on both sides of her waist, her squeals and laughter music to his ears.
He stroked his lips between her breasts to lean over her and looked smilingly into her laughing eyes, the smile on his lips, tender and loving.
“Oh, my love, I never want to see those eyes without that smile in them again! It will be my life’s mission … to keep those beautiful violet eyes of yours smiling!”
She woke up slowly with a smile ready on her lips and stretched lazily, careful not to wake Nicolas. She untangled herself from his legs and arms and he sighed in his sleep, a soft smile around his lips. He looked so much younger in his sleep, the hard lines around his mouth relaxed and his hair ruffled from sleep.
She sat up and stretched her arms high above her head, smiling happily and then giggled softly, the TV advert of Kellogs cereal flashing in her mind where the woman did exactly what she just did.
Her smile turned tender when she looked down at Nicolas again. She never thought making love would be this fulfilling, this wonderful. She was glad he was the one to teach her that, to give her that gift. She moved her hips and winced, but the smile stayed on her lips. She was slightly sore and muscles she didn’t know she had complained at the sudden movement.
Just thinking of how he made love to her at the pond and then last night … the whole of last night … flushed her body with heat. He had no end and couldn’t get enough of her. He worshipped her body and his deep sleep was testament of how much energy he expunged on her. Not that she minded, he made her body sing and it only took the lightest of touch and kiss and she flared up like a volcano.
She trailed her fingertips down his arm and leaned in to kiss the light bloodied streaks on his arm from the scratches she gave him when he loved her with his mouth. Her groin tightened at the thought. She gazed lovingly at him, her heart contracting at the love she felt for this man. A frown marred her brow. Did she even tell him yesterday … last night?
Samantha was always a highly emotional person, very sharing and carried her feelings on her sleeve, especially when she was happy. Her heart near bursting she jumped around on her knees, leaning over Nicolas, kissing him softly on his lips. He moaned and his arm curled around her, but he continued sleeping.
She huffed and shook him lightly, her hands curled around his muscled chest, her fingers touching his nipples. “Nicolas! Wake up … come on sleepyhead! Wake up … NicOLAS!” She screeched when he suddenly flipped her on her back and loomed over her, his loving face smiling sleepily down at her.
“Woman, I need to sleep. You wrung me dry last night!” But his deep kiss belied his complaint and she sighed in anticipation when she his shaft pressed hard and ready against her thigh. When he lifted his head, she smiled coyly at him, her hand curled around his shaft and caressed it lovingly.
“Again? We can’t Nicolas! We have to go to work!”
“Forget work! This is more important!”
His breathing turned haggard and he lifted his body over hers to settle in the apex of her body, pressing his swollen shaft slowly deep inside her warm an ready sheath, growling until he settled at the hilt, watching her eyes widened and fill with passion. He exulted in her warmth gripping him like a tight glove. The skin to skin touch was what he craved and was elated when she told him she was on the pill the night before.
“Stop. Nico, stop! I forgot to tell you something last night and I have to say it before we … we do this again!” She struggled to get the words out as he slowly ground himself even deeper inside her.
Her words penetrated and he stiffened, thinking the worst. If she thought there was anything she could still tell him that would chase him away, she was sadly mistaken, but he looked into her soft eyes with bated breath, his body strung as tight as a string.
She softly stroked her fingertips down his face, circling his mouth as if to memorize each of his features and his heart contracted. Then her eyes met his and he forgot to breathe. Could it be?
“I love you, Nicolas. I love you with all my heart!” Her love shone soft and warm in her eyes and his heart swelled so much he thought it would burst, his throat clogged up and he battled to breathe.
She pulled his head down and kissed him with so much love and tenderness he felt like crying. His arms circled around her back and he drew her so tight against him she gasped for breath, but smiled within.
Then he made love to her so tenderly she cried again at the end. She never thought she would find happiness after everything that had happened, and with the one man she lost her heart to, the day she met him!
Nicolas decided that they needed some time off and he phoned Gertrude to inform her that Samantha and he would only be back at the office on Wednesday. She blushed at the thought of what delights the two days would hold for her.
They had lunch by the pool and after they frolicked in the cool water, Nicolas pulled her on his lap mumbling, “I still don’t know why. No one would have seen.”
She laughed and rapped his hand away from her thigh where it wandered, caressingly and very nearly touching her throbbing heat between her legs.
“Stop that! Anyone can see us here, and in the pool, which is why. Nico …” And she squealed in laughter and begged, but he was merciless and tickled her until she was breathless. He hugged her close and kissed her on her temple. Her eyes fell on his hands and she turned in his arms.
“You still haven’t told me what you did?”
His eyes turned hard and broody immediately; his hands clamped around her hips and she winced. He noticed and immediately stroked the pain away.
“I went to find the one that told me where you were on that night. Took pleasure as
such to tell me you all went with Wieldman to his apartment and you chose to stay behind. How you were crawling all over him …” His hands fisted and his voice faded.
She winced and the blood left her face and she was as white as a blanket. “No! That was a lie! I didn’t go with him! I don’t know how I ended up there! After I told you everything, I started to remember things. He changed the later it got in the evening and I realized I had made a mistake. He started groping me, pinching my breasts when we danced and I apologized to him for flirting with him. I still remember the ugly look on his face when he smirked and said he it will be a pleasure to rid me of my virginity! I was insulted and told him so!”
“I established as much, yes,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“Who … who was it.” He glanced at her, his jaw rigid and he sighed.
“Honey, I want you to forget about it. I will deal with this and find out the truth. As soon as I find Wieldman, he will pay!”
She looked at him for a long time, her hands stroking his chest without even realizing it.
“I am forever thankful that you want to spare me all this, but I need to know who hated me so much that they allowed that man to do to me what he did … or allowed me to think he did! They put me through hell, Nico! I can’t forget that! I need to know!”
Her eyes searched his, begging him to understand and he sighed again. He stroked her hair and let the soft strands fall through his fingers.
“The worst of it is that it was not you they had the vendetta against, it was against your father … and … me!” She noticed the regret and fury return to his eyes and she hugged him close.
“No, you are not to blame! I will not allow you to take the blame! They were the sick ones! They did it to me … NOT you … never you!”
She kissed him passionately until his arms wrapped around her and he relaxed. When he drew back from her, his eyes were serious and anxious.
“Honey, please, I don’t want you to live through it again. Let me handle it, let me get to the truth and make them pay. You have been hurt enough, I don’t …” Her fingers against his lips silenced him.
“I am stronger than I look, my love and besides two heads are better than one. As far as Jason Wieldman is concerned, I don’t believe violence will be the answer. We need to hurt him where it will cause the most damage; his business.”
He frowned down at her, the viscous anger in his eyes told her that would not be enough for him.
“Nicolas, I don’t know what I will do if something had to happened to you! If I had to choose between revenge against Wieldman, his cahoots and you, you would win hands down. We do this without any further violence!”
“I can’t promise you that. I agree, we will hit him where it will hurt the most, but if ever I meet him face to face again, I don’t know what I will do.”
She nodded, “I guess that’ll do for now. So, who did you caress with your fists, if not Wieldman?”
He smile wryly at her attempt at humor and sighed heavily again.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
A fist clamped around her heart. “Yes.”
“Desmond Harris.”
Her mouth gaped open in denial, her heart thumped against her chest.
“Desmond? Oh God why? We broke up months before that and he assured me he was fine with it! Why would he do something like that to me? What did he do to me?”
Her eyes bored into his and the sadness there ripped at her heartstrings.
“It was not because you broke up with him. It was because we fired him from the Internship at Global. He lied on his application and when we received his graduate results we confronted him with it. He was so desperate to work at Global, he thought we would keep him if he did a good job by the time we received them. But integrity and honesty is what has always driven the success at Global and we were not prepared to accept it.”
“But … but what did Wieldman have to do with him?”
“Harris approached him and when he heard he worked at the R & D department he immediately appointed him, thinking he could use him as an Industrial spy and he did, but we only realized that years later when some of our projects were boycotted by him.”
“But Wieldman was Dad’s friend at that time?”
“He pretended to be his friend. He wanted everything your father had. You do not know this, but your Dad and he were both in love with your Mother at varsity. She chose your Dad and he has never forgiven him for that. He took great pleasure in hurling in our faces, Alexander and mine, when we arrived at the apartment how wild you were. How he treasured your virginity … especially as it was Alexander’s daughters’. I wanted to kill him then with my bare hands. I wish to God I did!”
Samantha was pale and trembled, never realizing how much damage Wieldman’s actions had caused.
“Your father was devastated. He felt betrayed, he never realized Wieldman carried such a grudge and to use you, his favorite daughter as a pawn … he could never get over the fact that Wieldman claimed you offered yourself to him; that you wanted him to be the one to take your virginity. That is what broke him and that made him say the things he did …”
Tears were now trickling down her cheeks at the memory of all the insults and the pain of realizing her father had denounced her based on what Wieldman made him believe.
“Funny thing is …” he paused as he filtered through his memory, “Wieldman truly believed he had taken your virginity, according to how he acted … and why was he passed out on the couch when we got there and not with you … there’s more here than what we realized.” He pushed her off his lap and started towards the house.
“Nicolas wait! Where are you going?” She ran after him and caught him at the bottom of the stairs.
“My fists have some more caressing to do with Harris it seems. Clearly he left out some details.” She ran after him up the stairs and into her room, dressing quickly. If he thought he was leaving her behind, he had another thing coming.
“You are not coming with me and that is final, Samantha!” She swung around and grabbed her car keys off the side table in the foyer.
“Fine, then I’ll take my own car!” He clutched her elbow as she swung by him, his eyes burning into hers.
“I don’t want you there! I don’t want you to see me that angry!”
“Which is exactly why I need to go with! I need you by my side, not stuck in a jail because you beat someone to a pulp!” Her chin rose stubbornly and he realized this was a battle he could not win and he sighed.
“Very well, but only if you promise to stay out of the way when I beat him! And, no … that is when and not if AND it is not negotiable!”
All the way to Desmond’s place, Nicolas seethed, hardly listening to Samantha listing the reasons why he should keep his anger controlled and even more importantly his fists by his sides.
Desmond immediately tried to slam the door shut when he recognized Nicolas, but the fury inside him propelled him back to stumble over a chair when he flung the door open.
Before he even hit the floor, Nicolas yanked him up with his hand fisted around his shirt. Desmond struggled but realized it was futile; the strength of the man in front of him was expounded by the rage that radiated from him. He had to strain to hear the words that he flung at him between clenched teeth.
“Who else?”
“Who else what?” He reared back when Nicolas’s fist exploded against his mouth, but he yanked him back immediately.
“Nicolas … please, you have to calm down!”
Desmond glanced towards the voice and all color left his face. “God no! Samantha, please go. You can’t be here!”
“Now that is the first honest thing you’ve said yet! Are you going to listen to him, honey?”
She sighed and stroked softly down his back, pressing against him and answered him in a whisper, “No, and I really need you to calm down, please Nico, for me?”
He dropped his head on his chest, took deep gulping breath
s and shoved Desmond back so hard that he fell on the couch, causing it to crash against the window, cracking it in two.
“”You broke your promise, woman!” He swung around and his arms were immediately filled with her soft body as she pressed herself tight against him, her arms wrapping around his back. He folded his arms around her and hugged her even tighter. A calmness filtered from her into him and he sighed heavily. This is not how he needed to deal with this. He had to get the anger out of his system ... the guilt out of his system!
She lifted her head and kissed him softly on his lips, her eyes searching his and finding what she was looking for and smiled blindingly at him. He groaned and hugged her tighter.
“You will be the death of me yet!”
He released her and turned to Desmond, pressing her against his side. “I am waiting, Harris.”
Desmond looked from Samantha to Nicolas, confusion in his eyes.
“You two … are you?” Nicolas growled and he swallowed painfully. He already had two broken ribs from their first altercation and he did not need his face further pummeled than it already was. His one eye were still swollen shut, his jaw had to be reattached after Nicolas dislocated it with one of his fists.
Samantha gasped when she noticed how beat up he was and she glared at Nicolas. “You did that to him? You could have killed him!”
“He damn well nearly did!”
Nicolas glared at her in disgust. “You are too much of a tender heart! Or did you forget what he did to you?” He swung back to the injured man and growled out, “I am not going to ask you again!”
Desmond looked at Samantha with regret in his eyes. “I am so sorry, Sammy. I had no idea what they planned! All I had to do was tell Nicolas and your Dad where you were.”
“Exactly how did I get there, Desmond?” He flushed.
“You … passed out … they drugged the last glass of champagne you had. I carried you to his car and then went back to wait an hour before I told Nicolas.”
“That’s why I was so groggy and passed out when he … “
She noticed the fury shimmering and rising in Nicolas’s eyes and she stopped. She put her arm around his back and bundled his shirt in her hand. Nicolas smiled, wondering if she really thought she would be able to hold him back.
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