Love's Edge (A Dark Erotic Romance Novel)

by Masters, Violet

  Blake Harrison settled down in the chair next to me, but reached over to place his hand on my arm.

  “You did fantastic work. People are going to be offering you jobs after tonight. You are of course free to take any of them, but I would be honored if you would stay here and work for me. I will show you everything I know about advertising and business and introduce you to everyone you need to meet at the Harrison Media offices in Manhattan.”

  “I would love that,” I said with a yawn. “I like working for you. You’re not as scary as you pretend to be.”

  “Is that so?” Blake Harrison’s eyes flashed with amusement.

  “Mmhm. I bet there’s a lot you keep hidden. I wanna know all of it.” I heard my words slurring and realized I was drunk and being way too honest, but I was too tired to care.

  “Why?” He asked quietly, leaning closer to me.

  “I like you. In a strange way.”

  “I like you in a strange way too, Grace.”

  His hand moved up my shoulder to my neck and gently stroked my cheek. I nuzzled against it sleepily. His hand stopped, gripping me firmly as his thumb moved to my lips, pressing them hard. I gasped, suddenly feeling much more awake.

  “Grace…” His voice was raspy as he slipped out of the chair and knelt in front of me.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  He gripped his face firmly in his hands and moved towards me until his lips were hovering just inches from mine. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin and all I could think about was those last few inches between us.

  “Please,” I whispered pleadingly.

  He pressed his lips to mine harshly. His lips were soft and firm, warm and strong. I parted my lips slightly and his tongue darted gently in, exploring my mouth as he pulled me closer. He tasted like champagne and mint. I pressed my lips hard against him mouth, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body hard against mine.

  I let myself slide to the floor with him, my silk gown riding up as I landed on my knees. Blake Harrison grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my skirt now pooled around my hips. His strong hands gripped my hips as he kissed me hungrily.

  I reached out and ran my hands over the smooth fabric of his suit jacket. I wanted it off. I pulled and yanked carelessly at the suit that was probably worth more than everything I owned. The tailored jacket slipped off and I could see Blake Harrison’s strong, lean muscles bulging against his white button-down shirt.

  As I fumbled with the buttons, he slid his hands up my sides and pushed my long brown locks over my shoulder. He leaned forward, making my hands slip from the last button, and pressed his lips against my neck. My breath hitched as he kissed down my throat, his warm breath leaving a trail of shivers. His mouth finally reached the swell of my cleavage, kissing gently down the soft white skin.

  I closed my eyes, drinking in the delicious, forbidden sensation of his soft lips and scruffy stubble against my gently heaving breasts. My heart pounded and I felt tiny shivers of pleasure spread warmth through my whole body. No one had ever touched my breasts before, and I hadn’t realized it could be so pleasurable.

  I felt him yank softly on the neckline of my gown until my perky left breast tumbled out of its silken cage. His lips immediately found my little pink nipple and sucked it quickly into the warmth of his mouth.

  I gasped and arched my back as he gently sucked and nibbled on my hardened nipple. I had never felt so erotic and turned on as I did now. I felt the warmth growing in my core, stoking my need for him.

  I reached down and felt between his legs. The bulge in his pants was hard, straining against the fabric. I rubbed my hand against it, feeling it jump under my touch. Blake Harrison groaned against my breast, emboldening me further.

  I reached out and undid the final button of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his golden tanned, muscular chest. He was in such great shape, especially for a man in his forties. I ran my hand over his hard abs and up over his bulging biceps. I worked my way up his strong arms until I finally gripped his broad, rounded shoulders and pushed myself further up into his lap.

  I could feel his hard bulge against my damp panties, the slight pressure sending little electric waves through my whole body. I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted Blake Harrison right then. All of my conditioning on the evils of premarital sex seemed ridiculous in the moment. I felt more alive and in love with the world than ever before. I wanted him. I needed him.

  I started to rock my hips, letting my moistened panties glide over his bulge, pressing our bodies together. I gasped and moaned, pushing harder against him.

  “Fuck, Grace, you are playing with fire,” Blake groaned against my neck. His fingers dug into the soft skin on my hips, pressing me hard against him.

  “I like fire,” I whispered back, letting my lips graze over the side of his face.

  Blake’s hand moved down my hip, across my thigh, and then felt between my legs. As his fingers pressed against the soaking fabric, a low groan escaped his lips. He pushed my wet panties quickly to the side and his fingers touched my tight slit. I was already soaking with desire, my cream coating his fingers as he pushed inside of me.

  His fingers felt so good as he deftly explored my untouched contours. He pressed his palm hard against my swollen clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside me.

  I gasped at the new pleasurable sensations that shot through my body. He thrust his fingers in deep and I rocked against his hand, feeling the hard pressure of his palm against my clit.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he groaned in surprise as his fingers slipped against my dripping slit.

  “My body wants you,” I moaned in response, rocking against his hand.

  “You don’t know what you are asking for.” He pulled his fingers out of me. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

  “I’ve never been fucked,” I replied quietly, suddenly feeling nervous.

  “Shit!” Are you serious?” He looked into my eyes and I could see the darkness clouding over them again.

  “I want you to do it. I want you,” I pleaded, staring right back into those fiery green eyes.

  “You make me a bad man, Grace. I can’t help it.” There was a deep desire in his voice, but it was tinged with sadness. He stared straight into my eyes and I could see the emotions roiling behind them.

  Before I could try to convince him further. Blake Harrison reached down and yanked on his zipper, freeing his hard cock from its restraints. It was so big, thick and long that I felt suddenly apprehensive. Something that big could never fit inside of me. He would break me open.

  I opened my mouth to protest but Blake Harrison’s eyes flashed again and he grabbed my hips hard, slamming himself into me.

  I cried out in pain as he thrust deep inside of me. It was a searing pain but I immediately felt the hot wave of pleasure wash over my body. I never knew pain could feel so good.

  Blake Harrison did not stop. He grasped my hips hard and thrust against me, bouncing me on his lap like a little ragdoll. His huge cock slammed into me, over and over, as he pumped against my tight slit.

  I let go of all thoughts and lost myself in the pleasure, feeling the heat of the building pressure inside my core. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as he thrust harder and harder. I could feel myself getting close, my moans quickening with each thrust. My body was climbing, almost there, when he pulled back.

  “No!” I cried out angrily.

  “Yes!” He growled back, pulling me quickly off his lap.

  “But, I…” I didn’t get to finish the sentence because Blake Harrison picked and pushed me hard against the wall. He kept his hand against the back of my head but I still felt the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed against the dark wood paneling.

  He put both hands on the back of my thighs and yanked them up around his waist. I wrapped my legs tightly to keep hold, while he positioned his hard, glistening cock against my tight
opening.

  With one hard thrust, his cock slammed into me, pushing me against the wall. Blake kept one hand on my hip to keep me balanced and used his free hand to pull the long bunch up skirt of my gown up and tuck it in to my neckline. We both looked down and watched as he drew his hips back, drawing his cock out of me until only the very tip remained in my slit. His long, thick shaft was glistening with my liquid. With another thrust, Blake slammed his cock back into me. Watching his thick cock penetrating my wet little pussy brought us both into a frenzy.

  I reach our and wrapped my arms tight around him, digging my manicured nails into the tough skin on his back. I wrapped my legs even tighter, forcing his cock even deeper inside me. I had never felt so incredibly sexual, so alive, as I did with Blake Harrison’s cock inside me.

  He thrust hard, again and again, fucking me into a mess of screams and moans. We were both hot and sweaty, slipping against the wall, as he pummeled me with his cock. I could feel my body quickly rising to it’s tipping point and my mind lost all rational thought.

  “I can’t….can’t…” I cried out, as Blake thrust hard against me. In an explosion of pleasure, little fireworks went off inside my core and sent rippling shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I shivered against his body as Blake thrust into me once more and then pulled out of me quickly, spraying streams of hot, creamy cum all over my breasts and stomach.

  When the last drops dribbled out of his softening cock, he gently lowered me to the floor, keeping me held tightly in his arms. We lay there quietly for a few minutes, breathing heavily in the aftermath of our pleasure. Finally, when my breath had slowed enough and my mind cleared, I nuzzled up against Blake Harrison and then pulled myself onto my elbows.

  “Mmm, that was incredible,” I murmured to him, pushing the hair that clung to my sweaty forehead out of my eyes.

  “Yes, but I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” Blake Harrison pulled himself up and looked at me remorsefully.

  “Don’t be sorry,” I protested. “I wanted it.”

  “You are too young and sweet to get caught up with me. You should have run while you still could.” A flicker of sadness washed over his face, quickly replaced with his usual hard, emotionless mask. “You should go shower off an head to bed now. I’m going to take you into the city office tomorrow and show you more about how to run a large business.”

  Blake Harrison stood up and quickly zipped his pants and reached down to grab his shirt and jacket, before reaching a hand down to help me to my feet.

  I stood unsteadily, and tried to arrange my gown as best I could to hide the obvious implications of what we had just been doing.

  “I am glad that…” I started, but Blake Harrison cut me off.

  “I understand. Go to bed now.” He turned away from me and opened the door, holding it and looking at me expectantly.

  I sighed, wishing I could do something to break through the barrier he kept putting up. I grabbed my clutch and did one final adjustment on my gown before walking to the door. I paused briefly in the doorway and looked up at Blake Harrison, but his steely expression revealed nothing. I wanted to reach out and touch him, give him a kiss, let him know he could let his guard down with me. Instead, I turned and walked out the door, flinching slightly as I heard it close firmly behind me.

  I walked to my room and showered quickly, washing off the sweat, cum, and champagne. I couldn’t wash off the confusion, excitement, satisfaction, or disappointment that swirled inside of me as I rubbed myself with rose-scented soap.

  Chapter 7.

  The next morning, Blake Harrison brought me to the Harrison Media offices as promised. When I woke up and went down for breakfast, I found Blake Harrison in the kitchen. He was wearing a fresh grey suit with a deep green button-down that brought out the brightness of his eyes and the golden hue of his tan. I briefly wondered how he maintained such a perfect, effortless tan all the time as he handed me a cup of coffee.

  “The car is waiting for us as soon as you finish breakfast,” he told me briskly as I gulped down my coffee.

  I nodded and grabbed a piece of toast, biting into it between sips of coffee. Blake Harrison watched in amusement as I scarfed down my breakfast.

  “You don’t need to rush,” he told me in a gentle voice.

  “But you said they were waiting,” I protested.

  “I pay them to wait. It isn’t your job to make everyone else’s life easier. Sometimes it is their job to make your life easier. That is your first lesson for the day.”

  I nodded and slowed down, enjoying my last few bites of toast and sips of coffee at a more leisurely pace. Once I had finished, Blake Harrison led the way to the front entrance, where his limousine was waiting outside. The same driver who had picked me up at the bus station was leaning against the car. He stood upright and opened the door for us as we walked out.

  “Do you always travel like this?” I asked as I climbed into the back seat next to Blake Harrison.

  “Yes, I take a private car. It gives me the opportunity to get more work done on the way.” He had already flipped open a laptop and was pouring over some documents.

  I sat back, feeling a little embarrassed that I hadn’t thought to bring along something useful to do, or at the very least a novel.

  “Can I help you with anything?” I asked as he pulled some more documents out of his briefcase.

  “No. You can look through these contracts if you like, to get a better idea of some of the more detailed legal issues. I’ll show you the more exciting work when we get to the office.”

  I took the documents he handed me and started to page through them as we drove out of the driveway and down the narrow road. The documents were as dense and boring as he had promised and I found myself staring at most of the pages without comprehending what I was supposed to glean from them. After thirty minutes of looking through the thick contracts, I put them on the seat next to me and stared out the window.

  We were out of the quiet, expensive neighborhood of the Harrison Estate and were now driving across I-495 towards Manhattan. I watched small suburban towns flash by and couldn’t help but wonder how my family, my friends, and even Daniel, were doing back home. I had deliberately stayed away from my cellphone and my old email address, so I didn’t even know if any of them had attempted to contact me. I wasn’t ready to face them yet. My life seemed so different now. I was no longer the same girl who had left Mercy River only a few months earlier.

  I watched the scenery change from suburban homes to dense buildings and realized we were finally approaching the city. I sat up straighter as we emerged from the tunnel and drank in my first breath of New York City air. I had dreamed about this day for so long, it was hard to believe that it was finally happening. I watched the buildings get taller and glossier, the further we drove into the city.

  Outside the window, people thronged, moving hurriedly along the sidewalks as they rushed about their day. Everyone looked so different than the people in Mercy River. There were women in business suits, somehow rushing along in stiletto heels, men with facial piercings and eyeliner ambling along, and people in all sorts of crazy fashions milling through the crowds. It was magical to see a place teeming with so many different kinds of people, filled with so much life and energy.

  We pulled up to a tall building and the car stopped. I looked up and saw the building shot all the way up, towering above us with thousands of glossy windows. It looked so sophisticated and professional, just like all the busy suited professionals hurrying in and out of the many front doors. I suddenly felt intimidated. I was just a silly small-town girl and didn’t belong in a place like this.

  I glanced over at Blake Harrison and he gave me a small smile, while gathering up all his papers.

  “Welcome to your new home away from home,” he said reassuringly. “Let’s get moving. There is so much to show you.”

  We stepped out of the door that the driver held open for us and onto the busy sidewalk. I readjusted my g
rey pencil skirt and pink silk blouse, hoping I gave off a serious, professional aura. We were still in the transition from summer to autumn, but the air was starting to develop a chill. I shivered and then hurried after Blake Harrison who was already striding through the front door. Security waved us through the lobby and we walked straight back to an elevator and up to the 20th floor.

  Stepping out into Harrison Media offices, I noticed that everything was very symmetrical and masculine. The office looked like it belonged to Blake Harrison. There was dark wood paneling everywhere, large glass windows in all the offices and conference rooms, and very carefully placed pops of deep masculine colors.

  “The office looks like you,” I blurted out in a loud whisper as I hurried after Blake Harrison’s long strides.