Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  Dominic bit his lower lip, in an attempt not to laugh. He tore his gaze away from hers and waited patiently for the elevator to stop. Just when it did and the door slid open once more, Marianne turned her head to the left and looked outside. Her mouth dropped open in utter disbelief, as she noticed a large, blue helicopter.

  “Holy God,” she whispered, as Dominic stepped onto the terrace.

  “Come on.” He urged. “You’re going to love this.”

  “Where is the pilot?” Marianne asked in a voice filled with surprise.

  “I’ve been flying for twelve years.” He informed her, taking up his seat. “Are you coming or not?”

  “Sure.” She chirped, starting towards the helicopter. Dominic strapped himself in and put his headphones on, eager to show her the majestic view from above Mont Blanc. As he checked the gauges in front of him however, Marianne pulled the right phone away from his face and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

  “You really are full of surprises.” She spoke with a toothy grin on her face, as the powerful engines roared into life. “Where are we going?”

  “Lake Monteynard. It’s about forty miles southwest from here.” He replied, as the rotors began to pick up gravel and dust from the ground. “I have one more surprise for you.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” Marianne shrugged and pulled her backpack from her shoulder, as the skids slowly left the ground.

  “You don’t have to say anything.” Dominic shook his head, as the helicopter hovered. “We could drive there, but you don’t get this view from a car. Look to the right.”

  She obliged. They had not picked up much altitude yet, but the stunning Les Bossons glacier in the distance was visible from their spot. It seemed to shine in the ample moonlight.

  “It looks even better from up here.” She yelled. This time, he chose to remain silent. He had to focus on flying the helicopter. Giving her a quick smile, he averted his gaze from her and looked up ahead.

  My dear author, prepare to be amazed. If I were you, I would get pen and paper and start writing. You could choose from a lot of things. Mountain tops, snow glowing in the moonlight, snowy forests, the glacier, town lights… You really are spoiled for choice. Do it, Marianne. Do what you know best. Create. Dazzle me with your talent. Then, come to me. I will show you a world you’ve never known.

  The good weather allowed Dominic to steal a few glances at her. Marianne looked like a child with a new toy. She could not stop smiling, throughout the flight. She kept pointing at every little thing that caught her eye. Unfortunately for him, he could not always comment on her words. There was too much noise and her voice was just not loud enough. Still, they both seemed to be enjoying this, for their own reasons. Dominic loved the blissful look in her eyes, whereas Marianne savored the breathtaking view. Too excited about what she was witnessing, she kissed him on the cheek three more times.

  Twenty minutes later, Lake Monteynard came into view. It was lost between two mountains, surrounded by lush greenery, tranquil and peaceful as the moonlight reflected on the surface. Dominic slowed down and turned right, losing altitude. Marianne could not believe her eyes. She covered her mouth with both hands, speechless by the sheer beauty of the scenery. He smiled to himself, as the helicopter hovered a few feet above the ground. Upon landing, he reached forward and switched off the engines, but, once again, she didn’t wait for him. Instead, Marianne picked up her backpack, quickly pushed the helicopter door upwards and jumped outside.

  “God, it’s so beautiful!” She whispered, gazing down at the calm waters.

  “Follow me.” Dominic said, peeling off his coat, as a confident smile formed on his face. He left it on his seat, before hopping outside. Then, he headed towards a small boat to his left. Reaching it, he bent down and grabbed it by the sides. Marianne indulged him, as he dragged the boat across the sand. He sensed moisture on his feet, as it entered the water. Dominic took two more steps and jumped into it, but his attempt failed miserably. He landed hard on his chest, banging his head against the boat’s bottom, legs dangling in the air, as he reached for the ores.

  “Damn it…” He grumbled, as Marianne burst into loud, hearty laughter. “I wish there was a dock in this place.”

  “Are you ok?” She chuckled.

  “I’m fine.” Dominic assured, rolling over onto his back. He sat up, as the boat floated away from the shore. Without wasting any time, he grabbed the ores and rowed closer to her. “Now do you understand why you couldn’t dress up for tonight?”

  “Yeah,” Marianne said with a nod, her eyes glinting with amusement, as he dropped the ores. Dominic reached both arms towards her, hands facing each other.

  “Jump,” He urged. “There’s no other way.”

  She pulled her backpack from her shoulders and tossed it into the boat. Then, Marianne lunged towards him, with her arms open as he grabbed her body in midair. Sadly for Dominic, he could not support her weight. Once more, he banged his head against the bottom of the boat, just before her sweet laughter filled his ears. She laughed out loud, her head on his chest, her legs dangling in the air, as he opened his eyes.

  “Oh, crap…” A sigh of frustration left his lips. “I did not think this through.”

  “No, you didn’t.” She chuckled. “This reminds me of something.”

  “Don’t get any ideas.” Dominic giggled. “That’s not why we are here.”

  “I know.” Marianne spoke in a more serious tone, gazing up at him. “I love all this.”

  “Get up, little bird.” He winked at her. “It’s time for your boat ride.”

  “Wow.” She silently mouthed to him, leaning back, as she fixed her gaze on his chest. Dominic had a black, sleeveless tee on. His cut, toned muscles flexed, as he slid along the boat. Sitting up, he grabbed the ores. The veins on his chest and his arms bulged, as he rowed. Marianne scanned his body from left to right, unable to utter a word, watching as his large shoulder muscles flexed rhythmically.

  “See something you like?” He teased.

  “I, um…” She swallowed hard, shutting her eyes. “Yeah, you look phenomenal.”

  “Thanks.” Dominic smiled. “You look great, too.”

  “Ok, my king.” Marianne rolled her gaze up his chest. “Exactly how many women have you brought down here?”

  “One.” He was quick to respond. “She’s blonde, 5’6”, long legs; she’s got really penetrating eyes...”

  “What?!” She exclaimed, eyes wide open. “You’ve not…”

  “No.” Dominic interrupted, rowing harder as a cool breeze blew through their hair. “You’re the first.”

  “That’s impossible.” Marianne voiced her disbelief.

  “Not really.” He disagreed, shaking his head. “When you think of the types of women I’ve dated so far, it actually makes perfect sense.”

  “It’s just a little hard to believe.” Her voice returned to her usual, sweet tone. “Why wouldn’t you?”

  “You seem to be forgetting quite easily.” Dominic spoke, a hint of annoyance in his baritone. “Why in the world would I bring a fortune hunter here? They’d probably complain about their shoes getting wet. They’d hate it.”

  “Yeah, I did forget that part.” Marianne admitted. “This place is unbelievable.”

  “It’s a lot better during in the summer.” He informed. “But, it’s a lot more crowded. Surfers, swimmers, rock climbers… You name it. It’s a lot warmer than it is now. I’m sorry.”

  “Dominic, are you crazy?” She wondered, her voice even sweeter as she leaned towards him. “I said I loved it. I don’t care about the cold. I’m here with you.”

  “You look gorgeous under the moonlight, my little bird.” Dominic said, his voice raspy, as he gazed deep into her smiling eyes. “Too bad I haven’t brought a canvas.”

  Marianne did not speak. Instead, she put her hands down on the deck and began to crawl towards him. As soon as she reached Dominic, she raised her hands to his face and tilted her head up. He dr
ew the ores into the boat and embraced her, as their mouths joined in a long, tender kiss. Tasting her cool lips, he held her tightly in his strong arms, losing himself in the magic of the moment, as the water gently splashed against the boat. Marianne caressed his face, her breath warm, as a strong gust of wind whipped her hair about. Dominic ran his right hand up her back and slipped it into her hair, feeling his heart thumping in his chest. Threading his fingers through it, he laid a short kiss on her nose and leaned back, slowly opening his eyes.

  “I think I’m living in a fairytale.” She said, her voice, a breathless, loving whisper as their gazes met.

  “No painter in the world could capture this look in your eyes.” Dominic whispered, a small smile on his face, as he stroked her head.

  “What’s next, my king?” She asked, her voice husky, as she ran her thumbs across his cheekbones; “A trip to the stars?”

  “My cabin’s just up the hill.” He claimed, as his lips curled into a devilish smile. “Come on. Let’s get you ashore.”

  14

  Dominic and Marianne used a narrow trail that led to his cabin. He gave the key to the front door to her and went to his shed. Putting some wood into a crate, he carried it inside, only to discover that she was not there. He paid no attention to it and threw some logs into the empty fireplace. Dominic poured some oil on the wood, before pulling a matchbox out of his pocket. He lit a match and threw it in, watching as the fire roared into life.

  A fairytale? I don’t think so, Marianne. It’s customary for fairytales to have a happy ending. I don’t see one for us. You’ll be leaving soon and I’ll be left here alone. God… What am I supposed to do? Wrong question, Dominic; you should have asked yourself ‘what can you do’. Well, nothing. Her whole life is in New York. Mine is…

  Dominic didn’t have time to finish his thought. At that very moment, the lights in his living room went out.

  “Oh, not tonight!” He groaned, but then, his ears picked up a faint sound. Marianne’s footsteps, as she climbed down the stairs.

  “I did that.” She said, her husky voice resounding in the room. Dominic rose and faced the stairs, feeling his adrenaline rushing through his veins. Marianne slowly walked into the light. She had wrapped a grey blanket around her body. Stopping a few inches away from him, she let it fall. His jaw dropped, as the blanket hit the floor. Marianne wore sexy, black lingerie and matching stockings. However, as he reached towards her, she slapped his hand away.

  “No touching yet.” She whispered, her sexy voice sending shivers down his spine. “Sit on the couch for me.”

  Brushing past her, Dominic obliged, as his mind was filled with dirty thoughts. Marianne was a sight for sore eyes. The bright light of the fireplace reflected off her pale skin, as she reached down. She picked up her backpack from the floor and pulled a small bottle out of it. Leaving it on the table on her left, she knelt down close to him and leaned over him, with a lustful look in her eyes, that made his cock throb in his pants. Marianne pulled his tee up and over his head, before taking that bottle back in her hands. She opened it and poured some thick liquid in her palm. The scent of almond oil filled his nostrils, as she reached towards him.

  “It feels so warm.” Dominic sighed, feeling her soft hands on his rock-hard pecs.

  “Oh, God…” Marianne whimpered, grazing her fingers across his chest. “You’re so sexy…”

  “Bad girl wants to seduce me.” He grunted, biting his lower lip, as she bent her head down towards him.

  “You have no idea how much you turned me on tonight.” She whispered, licking her lips like a hungry predator, as she massaged his firm skin. “I could barely keep my hands off you out there.”

  “They’re so soft.” He groaned tilting his head back, as her hands traveled down his body. Rolling her gaze down his face, she grabbed and held onto his chiseled abs, her breath heavy, as he reached forward. Dominic attempted to cup her cheek, but she had a surprise for him. In a swift move, Marianne took his index finger in her mouth, smoothing her hands down over his heavily defined abs. The moisture and the pressure made him tilt his head forward again. A long groan escaped him, as he laid his eyes on her face. She was moving her mouth up and down his finger, sucking it with vigor, as she kneaded his stomach. But, it was not the only thing that turned him on. The sight of her sweet, delicious ass, hanging in mid-air, gave him an idea, as he felt her hot, wet tongue on his fingertip.

  “Bad little girl.” Dominic uttered in his voice, deep and manly. “Why don’t you get on the couch?”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Marianne whispered, pulling his finger out of her mouth, before a sexy smile spread across her face. Locking her gaze on his face, she moved around him and climbed on the couch knees first. He circled his arm around her back, as she tilted her head down. Their mouths joined in a long, passionate kiss, as her hands moved further down his body. Marianne unhooked his jeans and pulled his zipper down, as he held her close. Slipping her hand into his boxers, she pulled his big, stiff cock out, forcing a deeper grunt out of him. Dominic caressed her upper back, feeling the soft fabric of her bra underneath his hand. He wrapped his other arm around her and used both hands to unclasp it, as Marianne twisted the base of his hard, swollen shaft. A thick drop of precum leaked out of the tiny hole on the cockhead, as his left hand crept around her.

  “That’s it, baby,” she whispered in his mouth, stroking his cock, as he cupped her breast. “I can’t get enough of those hands.”

  “I want you,” he groaned, rubbing his thumb against her nipple, as his hand traveled down her back. Marianne licked his lower lip, gripping his manhood tighter, as he filled his hand with the supple flesh of her butt cheek. Squeezing her ass, Dominic rolled her nipple, as she quickened her pace. He grabbed her thong and pushed it to the side, as she kissed her way down his neck, her pleasurable sighs audible over his. Marianne gently bit his skin, as he glided his middle finger over her butt crack. When his fingertip made contact with her pussy, Dominic discovered that she had been telling the truth. Indeed, she was dripping wet. Straight away, his finger was drenched with her juices. He parted her pussy lips, pushing her breast upwards, as she nipped at his stomach. Marianne planted one last kiss on his groin, before taking her lips off his body, as his finger found her hard, swollen cit.

  “Oh, my God…” She moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as he teased lazy circles around her sensitive nub. Dominic let go of her breast and ran his hand up her chest and her neck, as she lowered her head onto his large, throbbing cock. He slipped it into her hair, as she wrapped her lips around his cockhead. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on his supersensitive area caused his body to stiffen. Dominic threw his head back, running his fingers through her hair, as Marianne slowly took his cock in her mouth. Her left hand cupped his balls, while her right twisted the base of his shaft, as she swirled the tip of her tongue around the tiny slit on the tip. With her muffled moans filling his ears, he rubbed her clit faster, feeling her saliva dripping down his cock.

  “That mouth feels so good.” Dominic groaned, biting his lower lip, as Marianne pushed him further down her throat. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft, she jerked him harder, as he glided his finger up her pussy. His first thought was to penetrate her; after all, she was so aroused that she would absolutely love it. Still, Dominic did no such thing. Instead, he brought his finger to his mouth, as Marianne squeezed his cockhead between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Sliding it between his lips, he tasted her juices, as she flicked her tongue over the crest. His hand returned to her pussy, but, this time, he chose to tease her entrance, as beads of sweat dripped down his brow. Dominic grabbed the armrest, pushing his hips upward to shove more of his cock in her mouth, as she pumped it between her lips, sucking him hard. Marianne took him all the way to the back of her throat, as his middle finger slipped into her.

  “I’m going to come, baby.” He grunted, feeling the stirrings of orgasm, as her juices soaked his finger. Letting hi
s cock pop from between her lips, she smiled up at him, jerking him harder.

  “I’m coming, too.” She moaned, tilting her head up. “Fuck me faster.”

  Her encouragement drove him crazy with lust. Not only did Dominic grant her wish, but he also pushed his index finger in her hot, soaking wet pussy. Once again, she claimed his lips, as his deep penetration sent her into realms of uncharted ecstasy, her moans audible over his. Marianne released his balls and grabbed his pulsating shaft with both hands, as their tongues danced against each other. She opened her mouth wide, moaning louder and louder, as her orgasm literally ripped through her like a bolt of lightning. Dominic felt his fingers drowning in her hot, sticky juices, as his leg muscles flexed. His groans resounded in his living room, as he was overcome by a powerful, aggressive orgasm that made his entire body quiver. Three, thick lines of semen shot out of his cock, staining the floor, before he lay back, panting for breath.

  “I’m seeing spots.” Marianne confessed, kissing him on the chin. “My legs are still shaking.”

  “Spots?” Dominic gasped. “I’m dizzy here.”

  “Well…” She gave a snort of amusement, sliding her hand up his stomach. “I loved it. I want more; much more. Care to follow me upstairs?”

  His initial thought was to reject her suggestion. Dominic wanted to carry her to his bedroom, not follow her. Nevertheless, the idea of watching her parade in front of him appealed to him too much to say “no”.

  “Okay…” He nodded. “Go.”

  Marianne kissed him on the cheek once more, before stepping off the couch. She walked past him and moved around the couch, sensually swaying her hips. Her brief show made it clear to him that he had a point. Her feminine body in black lingerie was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Dominic got up and got rid of his clothes in a hurry, desperate to join her in his bedroom.

  I really loved what you did with your mouth, baby. Now, it’s my turn. I can’t wait to eat you up.

  His heart was beating like a drum, as the top landing came closer and closer. Upon reaching it, he went to the left and stopped under the doorframe. Marianne was lying on her back. She had taken off her lingerie and only had her stockings on, legs spread as she curled her index finger.