Spiraling Deception

by Noree Kahika

  “Yes,” he answered just as his damn fingers did a spine-tingling roll over my nipple and his hand at my back slid down into my underwear to palm my ass.

  “That’s crazy, Roman! It’s way too soon.”

  “No, it’s not too soon. I want you here with me.” His lips closed over the tender flesh of my earlobe and sucked it into the heat of his mouth while his fingers teased dangerously close to my entrance.

  It took all my self-control not to moan out with abandon. “This is Paris all over again, Roman. You’re trying to sexually coerce me into doing something you want.” My words were accusatory but unfortunately my voice came out too breathless and ruined my creditability.

  “That’s exactly what I’m doing, Princess.”

  Epilogue

  ~ Three months later ~

  ~ Roman ~

  The sweet melodic sound of Charlotte’s voice drifted from our bedroom through to my study, and straight to my cock, making it almost impossible for me to concentrate on the email I’d been reading. Just the sound of her voice could get me harder than a block of cement.

  Despite being a Sunday, I was at home working. I had several reports to analyze and a mountain of emails that needed my urgent attention. Working most nights and weekends was standard practice for me—I averaged around ninety hours a week. And the time I’d invested into Knight Industries over the past seven years had paid off big time. My company had grown from a small start-up to a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, so every fucking sacrifice—both great and small—I’d made over the years had been worth it. My company had been my life up until Charlotte. However, since she’d moved in with me, I tried to be home by at least eight every evening and if I had to work weekends, I did it from home. Seeing as I was the CEO, it was my company—I could work any damn place I chose.

  Charlotte moved into my penthouse the very next day after Jonathan’s attack. Every time I thought about Jonathan Gray—his filthy hands on her, the marks he’d inflicted on her creamy, porcelain skin—my vision saw red and my blood boiled. Seth had yet to locate the fucker but it was only a matter of time and when he did, I’d ruin what was left of his miserable existence. I’d already succeeded in ruining him financially and it’d be a pleasure to destroy the rest.

  We’d been living together for three months now and frustratingly, I’d resigned myself to the fact Charlotte would never be completely subservient in our relationship. And if I was honest, I didn’t expect her to—although occasionally would be nice. Those times when she fought me, especially over the things I either bought her or wanted to buy her drove me literally insane. Charlotte was irritatingly independent. She frustrated and exasperated me to no end. In my world, I was used to being unquestionably obeyed, so when Charlotte challenged me—and she did it with alarming frequency—I’d often question my sanity.

  Relationships required a significant level of compromise by both parties and I wasn’t a man who compromised or conceded, period. But, fuck me, I loved that woman more than life itself. Apart from being the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, Charlotte was spirited and vibrant, honest and generous. And I was the antithesis to her inherent kindheartedness. I’d been accused of being ruthless and cunning, domineering and controlling—all true, of course; all traits I was supremely proud of. But when she looked at me as if the happiness of her world was contingent on my existence, I felt fucking invincible. Charlotte made me want to be a worthier man, if only for her.

  Her playful laughter drew me from my musings and I scowled at my laptop. Cursing, I forcefully closed the thing down, stood and stalked to bedroom, adjusting my crotch as I walked. I had one thing and one thing only on my mind in that moment: I was going to fuck her beautiful brains out.

  As I entered our bedroom, I saw Charlotte in the middle of our king-size bed, cell phone to her ear, back propped up against the headboard, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. A small stack of papers she’d been grading earlier surrounded her gorgeous petite frame.

  She looked up and smiled. “Hey,” she whispered, holding her hand over the cell. “It’s Sam. She’s driving across the Golden Gate Bridge as we speak. Can you believe it? That’s so cool.” Her expression was adorably animated, her blue eyes wide and shining in excitement.

  Instead of returning her smile, I frowned or it could’ve been a scowl—either one; I was irritated. When those two got on the phone with each other, their conversations could go for fucking ages. My patience was nonexistent at the best of times, let alone now when all I could think about was stripping Charlotte naked and making her writhe incoherently with desire beneath me.

  “Is everything okay?” Concern drew her delicate brows together. And just like that, I felt like a fucking asshole.

  Softening my features, I nodded and gave her a small smile. She patted the mattress to indicate for me to join her in the bed. Now we were getting somewhere. I gathered the plethora of colored markers and papers that encircled her and placed them on the bedside dresser before I slid in beside her. She threw me an approving grin, and then continued with her phone conversation.

  Absently, I lifted a lock of her golden hair and played with it while I listened to Charlotte’s melodious voice. Her obvious affection toward Sam was transparent but from her tone I could tell she was missing her friend. I almost felt another pang of guilt. Almost.

  Initially, Charlotte was hesitant to move in with me immediately; she didn’t want to leave Sam, her roommate at the time, alone and paying the rent by herself. Apparently Samantha, who had a degree in business administration, moved to New York a couple of months prior to Charlotte, but found it difficult obtaining full-time employment and had been working as a barista part-time. Charlotte insisted on paying her share of their rent until Sam could find another roommate. I disagreed with Charlotte paying and insisted on paying myself; we argued—she won, or so she thought.

  Coincidently, around the same time, the perfect solution presented itself. While on a teleconference discussing a mutual venture with Alex and two of his executives, Alex’s CFO complained of having lost his assistant recently and was having trouble replacing her. Alex’s company was based in San Francisco. Killing two birds with one stone, I’d persuaded Alex’s CFO to hire Sam. Subsequently, Samantha would have to move to San Francisco and Charlotte wouldn’t have to pay rent for an apartment she wasn’t living in.

  “Sam’s so excited. I’m so happy for her.”

  “Hmm?” The sight of Charlotte wearing a tight pair of yoga pants reminded me why I’d ditched work moments earlier.

  “Hey—eyes up here, buddy. I was talking about Sam and how thrilled for her I am.”

  Reluctantly, I tore my gaze away from Charlotte’s shapely legs and stared at her. She was looking at me with wry amusement.

  “That’s good then,” I finally managed to say but in truth I didn’t fucking care. My attention was focused on how I was going to make love to her this first time around. Maybe I’d have her bend over the edge of the bed so I could watch that fine ass of hers when I sank my cock into her.

  Charlotte’s head tilted to one side, a gesture she often did when trying to interpret my thoughts. Her eyes narrowed discerningly. “Yes it is,” she said. “But don’t think for one moment, Mr. Knight, I’m not fully aware of what you did.”

  That got my attention and my brows rose. “I don’t believe I’ve done anything…yet.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Don’t play innocent with me. You pulled strings and got Sam a job with Alex’s company. Then to seal the deal with Sam, you dangled a carrot—a luxury condo, rent-free—in San Francisco until she established herself.”

  “And that was a bad thing?” I deadpanned.

  Charlotte chewed on her bottom lip as if she carefully considered her answer. “No,” she conceded. “No, I guess it wasn’t. Sometimes your manipulative strategies have a way of working out for the best.” Her gorgeous mouth curved into a blinding smile.

  Fuck, I loved this woman and her refreshing h
onesty and witty banter. She was just so damn beautiful. However, I was done talking. Besides getting her naked within the next five minutes, I had a proposition for her. And I wouldn’t be taking no for an answer.

  “Hmm…well, let’s see how this one works out.”

  Rolling over, I covered her luscious tiny body with my much larger one and threw her a wicked grin that held the promise of carnal delights to come. Forcing myself to go slow, I first lavished her neck, jaw, and cheeks with my lips and then finally devoured her soft, full mouth with mine. As always, Charlotte responded to my touch with excited fervor—her sweet little moans of pleasure drove me wild and the strategy of taking it slow was instantly dismissed.

  Rearing back on my knees, I divested those yoga pants along with her sexy-as-fuck panties from her gorgeous little body. Next, I whisked her t-shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. As I predicted, her movements were just as frenzied as mine; she clawed at the button and zipper of my jeans. Charlotte was a firecracker in bed—it was the biggest turn-on for me.

  “Hurry, Roman,” she pleaded, her eyes wide, pupils dilated.

  Within seconds, I was stripped naked, positioned, my eyes closing as I entered her warm, tight, exquisite body and I groaned. Her body felt like my own personal sanctuary. My mouth covered one of her perfect erect pink nipples and I groaned again. Her fingers slid into my hair to tug the strands as she squirmed beneath me.

  Focus, dammit, I harshly reminded myself. I had to stick to my plan; I couldn’t afford to lose control. Extracting her hands from my hair, I grabbed both of her wrists in one of my hands and slowly raised them above her head. When Charlotte started to protest, I silenced her by plundering her mouth with my tongue. Her taste, her soft mewling sounds drove me to the point of distraction.

  “Please move, Roman,” she begged. Her voice was breathy and urgent. She was just as turned on and frenzied as me.

  Sliding my other hand down the silky soft skin of her thigh, I lifted her knee and drew it up to her chest so I could penetrate her more deeply. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I moved in and out, holding her captive, helpless to my ministrations.

  “Ohmigod! That feels so good. Don’t stop!” Her breathy moans became more urgent, demanding. Releasing her wrists, I used my free hand to fondle and stroke her clit until she thrashed beneath me in ecstasy. My mouth curved into a satisfied smile and I bent my lips to her ear.

  “Marry me, Princess.”

  Acknowledgments

  Firstly, I’d like to thank the love of my life—my hubby John. Thanks, babe, for bringing me home mint chocolate-chip ice cream night after night while I was holed up writing this book. You’re the sweetest and kindest man I know. And after all these years, you still make my heart flutter.

  Thank you to my truly wonderful and crazy beautiful Beta Readers: Tamara, Ebony-Rose & Samantha. Your encouragement and patience with my obsession has meant the world to me—without you gals, I couldn’t have finished this story.

  To Rebeka and Anastasia—this book is a tribute to our amazing trip together last year. From Bordeaux to Paris to Venice—we had the time of our lives. You gals sure know how to shop, drink wine, and have fun!

  Lastly, to you the reader, thank you so, so very much for reading Spiraling Deception.

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