Billionaire' s Revenge

by Marie Kelly

  As the two mingled around the different groups, he took great pleasure in introducing her as his companion for his time in the city, the implied relationship making some cough with disapproval, Sara gritting her teeth not to rise to his words. Finally however he leant in to whisper gently in her ear. Time to go…I don’t want either of us being too tired for the main event of the evening”

  Sara almost dropped her glass with the reminder of what was to come, realising that she hoped he would be too tired to really do anything, his words dashing that hope as the two of them once more made their way back to their car. In the luxurious interior of the limousine he sat back, ignoring Sara who slid over to the opposite side of the car, staring unseeingly out of the window, her nerves now making her stomach tense into a clenched ball.

  Closing her eyes she knew that despite the fact they had made a deal, part of her still hoped for something - anything - to intervene and free her from her promise. Still with nothing spoken between the two they again moved back up the elevator to the penthouse, Darius letting them both in.

  Standing so unsure what to do next, his voice made her start, his tone soft. “Go to the spare room and put on the clothes that have been left there for you” Sara stared at him. “C…clothes?” her voice confused as he pointed to the room at the other end of the suite. “When you are ready join me in my bedroom”

  Sara hated the way his voice remained so calm, so in control, while every part of her shook, her steps faltering as she made her way to the room indicated. Inside she dropped onto the bed, her body shaking knowing that it was finally payback time. Taking a deep breath, steadying herself she looked at what lay beside her. The lingerie was exquisite, made of the finest silk. Black and partially see-through, she lifted it allowing the material to slip sensually through her fingers before letting it fall back onto the bed. Swallowing nervously she removed her dress, taking her time to hang it up, a delay tactic she knew, as her eyes kept returning to the lingerie on the bed - an outfit for seduction.

  Removing the rest of her clothing, she pulled on the teddy shocked at how little of her it actually covered, the small string at the back allowing her perfect bottom to be seen. She then rolled on the stockings which matched the lingerie before slipping her feet into the black stiletto shoes. Peering at herself from all angles she gulped at the sexy image she portrayed, something deep within her jumping at the thought of Darius seeing her like this, her mind once more going back to the way they kissed earlier. Her failed marriage left Sara wondering what her friends talked about when they would describe their husbands and lovers, her ex Nigel having left her cold and unfulfilled in bed. However, after only seconds in Darius’ arms she understood, her body almost fizzling every time he would touch her, her resolve to hold back from him earlier that afternoon melting like snow in the desert.

  Finally ready, she wondered if he had chosen the outfit himself, the thought sending a strange tremor through her as taking another deep settling breath she moved from the room reaching his and gently knocking on the door.

  Chapter Three

  “Come” His voice once more saw her start to shake as she opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit room, leaning against the door for support as her eyes landed on him. Darius moved towards her - Sara’s eyes opening wide seeing as he wore only silken pyjama bottoms, his chest bare. Her eyes drank in the well-toned shoulders leading down to slim hips, his stomach sculpted, feeling the flush and the way her pulse started to race so alarmingly.

  Stepping into the middle of the room, he beckoned for her to move closer, Sara wondering how her legs were able to carry her forward, they shook so much. Stopping several feet from him she dropped her eyes to the ground unaware as her arms moved protectively around her body to hide the skimpy outfit she wore. The small chuckle from him snapped her head up to his, her look full of the nervousness and indecision she felt.

  “Playing the little frightened girl Sara?” his tone full of amusement, she feeling the anger which rose within her at his words. Taking a deep breath she forced her hands to drop to her side, her body straightening and head rising to look back at him, her chin rising in defiance, forcing her features to show nothing. He stepped closer, no longer laughing. “Now there is the Sara Balfour I remember. The cold little temptress who couldn’t give a damn about anybody but herself…her daddy’s little girl”

  Once more she felt the jolt of hurt at his words, but kept her features impassive, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset, her mouth clenched tightly shut, her mind struggling to accept what was going on. For the first time she realised that deep down she felt that he would not really force her into his bed - that he was only trying to humiliate her. The man she knew six years ago was fair and held in high esteem by the other contractors and employees. Did he not realise he had humiliated her enough?

  Darius stepped forward, his eyes travelling down her with approval. Reaching out, he touched the small strap on her shoulder, his eyes full of fire. “I knew how you would look in that the moment I chose it…and you do not disappoint” His tone had been heavy, husky, Sara surprised that he had indeed chosen the lingerie himself. With shock she suddenly realised that he intended to see it through…he really did intend to force her into his bed, this bringing a desperation into her eyes as he stepped even closer, his hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her to him. “I always had a soft spot for you Sara”, his breath and words fanning along her cheek sending tremors throughout her. “But you were always so cold to me, not to anybody else…just me…now why was that? Did you think I preferred your sister… because I really didn’t?”

  Sara swallowed, the hairs on her ears tickling as he spoke, sending electric signals running down her spine. “I…I have no idea what you are talking about”, she managed, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible as he chuckled once more. “Oh I am going to enjoy melting that coldness Sara. If nothing else this morning showed how hot you really can be behind that icy veneer of yours” Pulling her head back slightly to look into his dark dangerous eyes, a strange light filling them, one which was causing her belly to flip disconcertingly, she stared back, her eyes pleading. “Please don’t do this Darius. I am not who you think I am…I am begging you…please”

  She saw the hardness once more return to his features, his fingers gripping her tighter. “You are exactly who I think you are Sara. Did it give you pleasure to fire me all those years ago, when I told you I was innocent - to accuse me of being a thief? Did it make you feel good? Because now it is my turn and believe me, I am going to enjoy this” With that he hauled her hard up against himself, his mouth taking hers in a punishing kiss, her whimper lost as she tried in vain to push him away, his arms moving around her waist, holding her tightly to him.

  Sara stiffened. Nigel had been the only man she ever slept with. The memory of her wedding night sent a shudder through her, Darius pulling slightly back from her. “Do I repulse you Sara?”, as a small half-laugh left him, his eyes flicked over her features. She did not dare to meet his eyes. How could she tell him that her only experience of sex had been with a man who thought only of his own pleasure. The memory of her wedding night sent yet another tremor through her. Drunk from the reception, he climbed into bed with a nervous Sara, her expectations of romance and passion crushed as he fell over her and pushed himself deeply into her unprepared body. It was a traumatic and painful experience and her tears angered him, the rest of their sexual life as a married couple no better.

  His finger gently ran down her spine, again making Sara jump, confused as her whole body reacted at this slightest of touches. Being with Nigel had been torturous, Sara hating every moment he laid a hand on her, yet just one touch from Darius was sending all kinds of electric jolts throughout her, heat pooling deep within her belly. The realisation hit her that she wanted him to keep touching her, to do so much more, revulsion filling her at her own reaction to this man. “I feel nothing for you”, she muttered, the lie leaving her lips as he gave
a small chuckle.

  “Well…good job that I have so many feelings for you my heartless little beauty” Once more he pulled her harder into himself, taking her mouth with his, his kiss demanding. As her vain attempts of escape stopped, his kiss became softer, his tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth gently demanding entrance. As hers clamped tightly shut against his, Darius changed tack, his hands pulled her against his groin where Sara felt the hardness of him against her, the feel of him so aroused affecting her ability to hold back. To her eternal shame she felt her lips open, giving him the entry he sought, his tongue sliding against hers, a tremor passing through her as her arms slid around his neck.

  His fingers pushed the small thin straps of the teddy from her shoulder, his mouth dropping to kiss along the length of her creamy skin, his thumb brushed against the heightened nub, a moan leaving her lips at the soft touch. Sara felt him pause, pulling back slightly as she whimpered, her fingers grasping at him, her body moved against him harder. “Don’t stop”, her mouth begged, grinding her hips harder against his, his return moan flooding her with a need that was shocking to Sara, her hands, as though with a will of their own, slid under the elasticized waistband of his pants.

  His masculine hiss and low growl only heightened her need for him, as her hand caressed the swell of his bottom, Darius yanking her in harder against himself.

  “Now what happened to my little ice-maiden?” his voice drawled against her neck, his breathing as ragged as hers before his mouth descended. This time his arms moved to lift her as he strode purposefully to the bed, laying her on the softness, his weight joining her. Sara groaned as his mouth found hers, the sound turned to a gasp as his fingers slid between her legs. Writhing uncontrollably, he flipped the snaps with a lack of haste that was driving her crazy. She wanted him to touch her, to feel her excitement, his movements skimming the already wet heat of her sending all new kinds of tremors through her body. As she moved her hips higher, an uncontrollable action betraying her need, his mouth kissed along her cheek and curved into a smile as it descended to her neck, his tongue licking the fleshy lobe of her ear. “Soon little Sara…soon”

  She wanted to die knowing that he understood how much she wanted him. So much for holding back, not being an active participant in his blackmail. Sara hated herself, her insides cringing even as they pooled with such intensity. “I hate you”, she muttered with vehemence even as her own hands moved to slide against the front of his pants, the tented material a clear indication that she was not the only one aroused.

  His small chuckle was lost as his finger slid against the wetness of her, sliding deep within her body, a loud gasp wrenched from her even as his head dipped to nip the heightened nipple through the thin material of the teddy she wore.

  “Oh God”, her panted words, as her hand wrapped around the length of him over the silk material rewarded by the guttural moan that was ripped from his throat, Italian words spilling from him. Just as suddenly as his fingers had penetrated her he removed them, Sara only just managing to stop herself from begging him not to, the moan full of her disappointment. He however rose, and flipping the straps from the main part of the lingerie, grasped it with both hands dragging it down her body. He moved down her as he pulled the skimpy material down her legs, leaving Sara completely naked as he knelt at her feet.

  She lay with her back on the soft silky duvet, pulling herself half up and resting her weight on her elbows as he smiled at her. The smile was roguish, full of intent as his eyes trailed down every perfect inch of her body, his look scorching her as she blushed both with embarrassment and with desire. As his eyes fell on the blonde hair at the apex of her thighs she swallowed, the cry pulled from her as he slid down low and pulled her legs apart, his arm laid over her pelvis to stop her from moving.

  “N…No Darius” she panted, even as his mouth descended to the heat of her, a long rattling sigh leaving her as her head flew backwards, her body once more falling heavily on the bed. His mouth had been determined, sliding along her as he licked and sucked her with such devastating accuracy, Sara feeling the small sob on her lips as her hands gripped his head, holding him, encouraging him.

  She was completely lost in the sensations that he was raising within her, sensations so foreign to her, totally unable to control the cries and pleading for him not to stop; aware of the strange tingling that filled her, tingling which seemed to be growing and unfurling in her belly. When he pulled back, she gave a disappointed groan, her eyes flying open, searching, a growl of desire torn from her as he stood pushing the pants from himself, her eyes feasting hungrily on his body, widening at the size of him.

  Darius slid back onto the bed, his mouth once more seeking hers, the kiss demanding as she tasted herself on his tongue, the knowledge making her sigh softly as her hands clutched at his shoulder, fingers scraping down his back. “Tell me you’re on the pill Sara”, his voice was tense, breathless, Sara only able to nod against him as he raised himself over her, his relieved throaty growl sending tremors through her quivering body before with one long sure thrust he entered her, sheathing himself fully within her small body.

  Sara bucked under him as her body held him so tightly, the feel of her muscles clamped down on him tearing a moan from Darius as he began to slowly thrust within her, Sara’s legs wrapped around his hips as she rose with him, clinging to his arms. She felt his breathing change, become more ragged as he began to drive into her, faster, deeper, her body welcoming him as she cried out his name. Her feet slid down his legs, small whimpers leaving her as she embraced everything about this man, his blackmail of no interest as the two raced together towards some unknown finish, Sara with him every step of the way, as his mouth once more took hers, stifling all sounds as she shared his breath.

  Sara felt the waves rise, gasping in shock, not aware as she wrenched her mouth from his, her head thrown back as she cried out, “What is that!”, before her body exploded into a thousand tiny pinpricks of pleasure, each sending heated ecstasy firing throughout her entire body. Panting and crying out, she bucked against Darius, unaware of his relieved growl as the tempo of his thrusts became frantic, his breathing becoming heavier before he too took one final surge, sheathing himself fully within her, his climax every bit as powerful as hers. His cries joined hers, until silence once more fell, broken only by the two dragging in lungfuls of air, Darius falling heavily over Sara.

  She stared at the ceiling, her eyes wide with disbelief. Now she knew, now finally she understood what her friends had talked about. She fought the urge to move her arms around him and kiss his cheek. To him this was revenge, a means to make her pay for the past. It meant nothing else to him; Sara was afraid to show the intensity of her experience. Biting her lip she remained silent and still under him, until he finally pushed himself from her, rolling over onto his back, his breathing still ragged, one arm over his head.

  Darius was the first to speak, turning his head to look at her. “What is that?”, he repeated softly, his voice full of disbelief as Sara groaned, wishing that she had held back the words, knowing that she had been unable to hold anything back in that final moment of release. He watched as she savaged her lip, not willing to meet his look, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Are you telling me that you never had an orgasm before?” Even in the darkness he could see how she flushed. “I…I would rather not…” she began, Darius cutting over her with determination. “We had an agreement remember. You answer all my questions honestly”

  With a soft groan, she shook her head minutely, “No”, falling from her lips as he stared back at her in stunned surprise. “You were married six months…are you telling me that not once?” Shaking her head more firmly she cleared her throat nervously. “Technically we were only together one month…we were separated five before the divorce…and of the month we were together, one week was spent at my mother’s helping with my father’s funeral…so we didn’t…”, her voice trailing off weakly.

  She heard as he shifted to lie on his
side, his head resting on the palm of his hand as he looked down at her, flicking her eyes to him seeing the way he frowned, his eyes narrowed. “So you divorced him because he was a lousy lover?” Groaning loudly, she tried to move to the side of the bed, her intention to leave as his arm flashed out, holding her down, his hand angling her head to him so that he could watch her face. “Please Darius…I really do not want to talk about my marriage”, her voice holding a pleading note as he shook his head. “No…Unless this is the one secret you wish to keep…then tell me” He saw as her eyes closed softly in defeat before she began talking.

  “Nigel and I were friends…when he started to try and date me I was flattered…but not interested. My father had just been diagnosed with cancer and he knew he didn’t have much time. He begged me to marry Nigel” Pausing, she seemed to pull herself together. “I had been at university for four years, not been there to help the company when my father needed it… and well, I owed him. He called in the favour and eventually I agreed. Nigel was over the moon - told me that he was OK with knowing that I didn’t love him…that he knew I would grow to love him…so we got married” Growing silent she hoped that he would leave it at that, however his soft voice dashed that hope.

  “That is all good and well, not exactly romantic Sara…but still does not answer why you divorced” He saw the way her tongue ran nervously along her mouth, surprised at the tug of desire which pulled on his groin from this simple action so soon after the earth shattering climax he had just experienced. “We had been married two weeks, and I had not long come back from my mother’s, when he asked me to accompany him to a dinner which he had been invited to at the last minute. I had a previous engagement and said no…and …he became furious. He grabbed me and threw me against the wall”