by J. J. Sorel
I giggled. “I’ll remember. In any case, there is a male there now.”
“Who?”
“Your father.”
“What? He’s there with Tabitha now?”
“Yeah. I told you, it’s serious.”
“Freaking hell.” He took a breath. “Enough of all this stuff about fucked-up people. At least we’re good. We are, aren’t we, baby?”
“Aidan, I’ve never been happier.”
“Me too. It’s hard to believe. And I miss you like crazy every minute I’m away from you. Let’s Skype in ten minutes. How’s that?”
“I’d like that,” I purred.
“See you then, sexy kitten.”
“You will. And Aidan?”
“Yes?”
“Make sure you’re naked.”
“I think I can arrange that,” he said with a clit-tingling husky voice.
I’d forgotten to breathe. Aidan stole air from me. I went over to my drawer of lacy outfits and selected a red number with buttons.
I channeled sensual decadence as I stripped out of others’ little dramas.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
With a pencil drooping from my mouth, I moved my head side to side, studying my latest drawing. My legs were stretched up on the balustrade. I squinted over at the scene before me and back to the drawing to compare likeness.
I sensed someone over my shoulder, and when I turned, Aidan was there, holding a large bunch of roses.
“Oh, Aidan,” I said, turning the sketch pad over. I hated showing my work when it was still incomplete.
His eyes went down to the pad. “Come on, let me see.”
“It’s far from finished and not really that good, I’m afraid.”
He set the roses down on the table. “Where have I heard that before?”
His smile made his turquoise eyes glisten playfully. As he stood there dressed in a Hendrix T-shirt with those big arms of his, all I wanted was to jump on him. But Aidan was a force when it came to getting his own way. Therefore, conceding defeat, I turned the sketch over and showed him.
He studied it for a moment and then looked ahead at the scene to compare. “It’s well done, Clarissa. You’re your own worst critic. I could never do anything like that. You’ve got talent, Princess.”
I picked up the roses and buried my nose in them.
I sent Aidan a dreamy smile. “They’re beautiful. And I love the different colors.”
Aidan took the flowers from my hands and hugged me, kissing my neck with his hot, moist lips, all the way to my thirsty mouth.
His hands travelled up my leg and landed on my panties. He hooked his finger in and ripped them off.
Mm… he was ravenous. Good, so was I.
Lifting me, Aidan took me to the bed and laid me down. His mouth crushing mine as his hands ran up and down my body.
He opened my legs wide, licking his lips. I went to cream knowing what was to follow.
Clasping my bottom, he went to work ravaging me. My heartbeat was moving as fast as his tongue. I sighed and moaned and writhed until he threw me to the other side, making me almost levitate.
He lowered his boxers. He was tantalizingly hard. I could see the veins pulsing away. His beautiful cock, which he held, had almost gone blue.
I took him into my hand. Licking my lips, I wanted to taste him badly.
His cock stretched my mouth wide. I pursed my lips and moved my mouth up and down. Aidan let out a long, raspy groan.
He stopped me. “I’m going to come really quickly. Turnover, Princess. I need to be inside. I want to feel that pretty butt against my balls.”
I loved feeling him taking me from behind. There was something so primal and raw about it. I stuck my bottom up toward him. He lowered himself and placed his weight on his powerful arms.
I could feel his uneven breath on my neck as his cock set off an agonizing stretch that was so pleasurable I sighed. We hadn’t been together for five days, and it always hurt a little more after a break. Deliciously so as he slowly entered. His hands kneaded my breasts, and his mouth bit into my neck.
“Ah…” he gasped filling me deeply. “This is going to be quick, baby. Sorry, but your tight little pussy feels fucking hot…”
He moved in and out. The friction teased my nerve endings, which were at fever pitch. I was on all fours just as we liked it. His delectable thickness was making me see stars. With each thrust, our moans grew more desperate.
I watched Aidan in the mirror as he watched me. His hands cupped my breasts, and that red, frenzied, wet cock moving in and out set off an electrical storm within me. Aidan’s eyes were closed. His sensuous mouth agape, strangled groans echoed off my flesh.
His pelvis ground hard against my butt. His heavy, hard balls slapped against me. An orgasm brewed, the like of which threatened to drown me in an excruciatingly gradual wave. I shut my eyes and surrendered.
Aidan came with me. His groans stretched and sounded almost fatal. I could feel his cock spasm within me as he shot deeply into me. It seemed endless as we both visited the other side together. Aidan pressed firmly against me.
He fell onto his back, his breathing fast and hard, like that of someone who’d run an impossibly fast race. I turned on my side to face him, smiling and panting at the same time.
Aidan took me into his arms, as his heartbeat thumped against my chest.
A loud, stabilizing sigh left him. “Far out. That was one hell of a release.”
“Yeah, for me too.”
Aidan pulled away so he could look at me. He smiled as he stroked my cheek. He kissed me tenderly on the lips. It was a kiss of love, not lust, although I liked both types equally.
“You look really beautiful. Your cheeks are hot, and these lips are so red.” His finger traced my mouth. “I miss you when I’m away, Clarissa. It really shocks me, to be honest, how much so.”
“Why does it shock you, Aidan?”
“Because my need for you is so great it weakens me. And I hate feeling weak.”
My brows knitted. “It sounds as if I’m a bad thing, then.”
He pulled me in tightly against his damp chest. “No, Princess, please don’t think that. Shit. I’m not good at expressing emotions.”
“But you don’t need to feel weak.”
“It’s not that, Clarissa. It’s just that if something happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do. You have taken over my entire being.”
“As you have me,” I whispered.
We remained in each other’s arms. Silence filled the room. The beat of our hearts was the only sound.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
“I saw Jessica with Bryce two days ago,” I said.
Aidan stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at me. His brow lowered. “Where?”
“On Broadway.”
“What were you doing there?”
I shrugged. “I was with Tabitha. We met for coffee.”
“I take it James was with you?”
I stiffened. Aidan’s intense gaze forced me to look away. “No, he wasn’t.”
“What?” Aidan’s voice went up.
I shrank. “Well, Tabitha needed me. And I didn’t want to bother James. It was a spur-of-the moment thing. And anyway, I like driving.”
He let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. “Clarissa, need I remind you that Bryce is out and about? As you have already discovered. Shit…”
I bit my lip. I wanted to cry.
“Did he see you?”
Shaking my head, I looked up at Aidan. “No. But Jessica did. She turned and smirked at me.”
“Clarissa, you must obey me. Bryce is a loose cannon.”
Fire filled my belly. “Obey you? What am I, your subject?”
“Of course not. It’s not like that, Clarissa. But with all these nasty people about, determined to hurt what is mine…” He stopped and looked up almost apologetically. Aidan’s head was not good at keeping up with his emotions.
I remained silent.
He touched my arm, and his eyes softened. “You don’t mind me thinking of you as mine?”
Tears pooled in my eyes. “As long as you are mine, I don’t mind.”
“I am. All yours, Clarissa. Body and soul.”
What could I say to that? I just fell into his bulging, strong arms.
It didn’t last. There was still a bad wind in the air. I sensed it.
“What if something happened to you? You must promise me to take James with you wherever you go.”
“I hate that, Aidan. I love being able to just jump in the car.”
“I understand. And I’m sorry that’s happening. But for now, you must promise me. Do I need to set up surveillance?”
“Oh, come on, Aidan that’s going a bit far, isn’t it?” Who was this woman bickering? the quieter, more acquiescent side of me asked. But I persisted. I don’t know what it was. But Aidan standing before me, hands on hips, almost imperiously, made me rebel. “In any case, Bryce is now with Jessica. So perhaps they’ve moved on.”
He ran his hands through his hair. “I know they’re together.”
“You do?” I asked. “And you were going to tell me when?” I opened my hands. “I have a right to know. Jessica and Bryce have done nothing but cause me pain.”
Aidan sighed. “I’ve had them followed. I should have told you. I just didn’t want to bring it up, that’s all.”
Cold air filtered through. And it wasn’t the room temperature doing it. I could not assuage the sudden resentment that had formed in my chest.
When Aidan came to me, I stepped away. “What’s wrong, Clarissa? Please don’t be like this.”
“Like what? I mean, a minute ago, you asked me to obey you. And these secrets. If I’m part of you as you say I am, you have to inform me.”
“I know. I just didn’t want to freak you out. Jessica bailed Bryce out. And now they’re a couple. I just didn’t want their fucked-up lives to sully our beautiful connection. Clarissa, you’re so pure in heart. I can’t stand these ugly characters being anywhere near you. That’s why I don’t like talking about them.”
I nodded slowly.
“Although I not impressed with Tabitha. She’s not worthy of you, Clarissa. She’s too loose.”
“And what about your father, then?” I shot back.
Aidan’s mouth formed a brittle smile. “Clarissa, why are you pissed with me?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Because,” I shook my head. “It feels as if I can’t move without you commanding me. It’s not my fault that this is all happening. And you bringing up Tabitha. And all these screwed up people around you that are threatening me…”
I moved to the door and opened it.
Aidan came toward me. Alarm filled his eyes. “Where are you going? You’re not leaving, are you?”
“I just need some space, Aidan. I’m going for a walk to clear my head. Please.”
After I shut the door, I rushed off, determined not to look behind me.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
As I walked down to the beach, I asked myself what was wrong with me? My emotions were at fever pitch. It could have been my period due any minute. Or was I just frightened by so many threats coming from every angle?
I’d lived a simple life before Aidan. It may have been bereft of toe tingling orgasms and an opulent lifestyle that delivered every desire, but my heart didn’t race. I didn’t chew my nails. And I certainly didn’t watch every shadow when I walked the streets.
My heart was so filled with Aidan. He inhabited every square inch of me, right down to my soul. I couldn’t breathe without him. But yet I wanted to scream at him for doing this to me, as unreasonable as that seemed. It wasn’t Aidan’s fault. But his secrets. Why didn’t he tell me that he was following Bryce and that Bryce was with Jessica? It was as if we lived in an idyllic bubble, where only lovemaking and good times existed.
Splashing in the water, I walked with my head bowed, staring at my feet. I stopped and looked out at the endless vista of blue. I let out a deep breath in a bid to dispel the bad air within me. Rippling and cool, the sea, as always, managed to still the chaotic chatter in my head.
I heard barking and turned to see Rocket charging toward me. Behind him came his beautiful master. Bare chested. Hm… now why did he go and do that? I couldn’t take my eyes away from his shapely chest, which only a couple hours earlier my hands and mouth had devoured. And those big arms that held me, while my fingernails dug into his hard, musclebound curves while he filled me to the point of breathlessness.
He was dressed in knee-length khaki shorts, and his sexy bare feet splashed along as he approached me. His eyes were covered in shades. I couldn’t read his expression.
His body, however, had that purposeful stride. Aidan was coming to claim me.
I remained on the spot, waiting. How could I stay angry with a man like Aidan?
“Clarissa.” He clasped my hand.
I lifted his shades. I needed a dose of those eyes against the sea, an indescribable blue. My breath hitched. Would Aidan ever stop affecting me? Every time it was like the first. My heart banged hard against my chest. A sizzling sensation arose between my legs. Would it always be like that?
“Aidan,” I murmured.
He shook his head, his eyes drinking me in. As always, words were not easily found. “Ah… look. I know I should have told you about Bryce and Jessica. It’s just that…” There it was again, hands running through his hair, making a mess of it, just like my hands wanted to.
I rose on my tiptoes so that I could reach his lips. Our mouths, hot and soft, met. Tenderly, we made up.
He lifted me in the air, and I floated.
Pulling back his head so that he could stare deeply into my eyes, he declared, “Clarissa, I love you.”
“And I love you, Aidan.”
His delicious mouth, glistening from our kiss, curled divinely. “We’re good, then?”
I nodded slowly.
He took me by the hand. “The yacht for lunch?”
“Sure, why not. And Aidan?”
His handsome, tanned face turned to me, showing off those turquoise eyes, soft and filled with love.
“From now on, no secrets. You will enlighten me.”
“I will enlighten you, Clarissa. I promise.”
Hand in hand, we walked toward the handsome yacht. It was a special place in my heart, for that was where our love story had begun.
END OF BOOK TWO
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Blood dripped down the well-worn book, all over Oscar Wilde’s reflective face. Heavy as a brick, it trembled in my hand.
As I looked down in horror at the volume that had been in my family for two generations, my grip gave way. A heavy thud vibrated through the floor, just like my husband’s head had, a moment earlier.
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CHAPTER ONE
BONITA
My head was in a spin, not because I was running late for my twin, Bella, but because I couldn’t think straight. I looked into a window of a shoe-shop where eager to please sale’s assistants bent down helping customers try on footwear. Bright, cheery faces everywhere as they went about their normal lives.
God, how I wanted to be one of them. My life was anything but normal. At least, not in an interesting way, but in a weird, wish-I’d-never-done-that sort of way.
Having just left the police station, I’m sure I looked a sight in my rumpled loose blouse that looked as if I’d slept in it.
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Peering through the window, I scanned over the crowded café and saw my sister chatting on her cell phone. A big smile painted her bright red, fleshy lips. Lips that we shared, along with other facial features, for we were almost identical in every way, except for our hairstyle, clothes and nature. While Bella was wild just like our surname, I was. . . Well, I couldn’t really work out what I was.