The Hot Sergeant (Second Chance Military Romance) (Hargrave Brothers - Book #2)

by Alexa Davis

  "We're here." I grinned at her, trying to make my expression look fun and excited when in reality I was scared as hell that she'd be fucking pissed at me.

  "This old house? Most people honeymoon on tropical beaches or travel across Europe. Why are we having our honeymoon in a rundown old mansion?"

  "It's going to be our new home," I told her, and watched as her face turned pale. Speaking quickly, I rushed to explain myself. "You know how I started giving away some of my money to charity after we had that fight with your parents in that restaurant last year? Well, I liked it so much that I just kept doing it, giving away more and more of my extra money until I gave it all away."

  "You just gave away a billion dollars?" Olivia looked shocked as fuck and I couldn't blame her. I sounded like a fucking idiot or like I was Goddamn crazy.

  "Not all at once. Just a little at a time over a period of months. The more I gave away, the more I realized I didn't really need it, especially not as much as the people I was giving it to did. The only thing I need is your love."

  "Well, you have that. I don't care about money just as long as we have enough that we won't starve."

  "That's no problem. I still have ten percent of my wealth left, which is plenty to live on as long as we sell the mansion, let go of the domestic staff, and sell the extra cars. We earn a solid income from Kink On and some of my other investments that I've fucking held onto, and I bought this place so we could fucking fix it up and turn into a hotel where guests can pay to stay in kinky dungeon-themed rooms. You and I can live in it, and I can be Lord of the castle while you continue to run Kink On. What do you think?"

  I was terrified she'd tell me the idea was shit and she was having our marriage annulled. Long seconds passed like fucking eons until she finally spoke and put me out of my misery.

  "What do I think? I love it." She grinned at me happily and threw herself into my arms. She kissed me passionately and our tongues collided as I felt my cock grow hard.

  "Let's go inside," I said, holding up the keys.

  "You're the Boss. Whatever you say goes." Olivia smiled at me seductively and we went inside the large double front doors. Inside, the abandoned mansion was dark and cool with a creepy feel that was strangely erotic. I'd had a decorator fill it with antique furniture and early eighteenth century antiques. Candles filled the chandeliers instead of light bulbs and tapestries lined the walls. It really did feel like an ancient castle dungeon and Olivia looked like a princess in her wedding gown. I couldn't wait to rip it off her body and consummate our marriage here in our new home. I tell from the glimmer in her hazel green eyes that she felt the same way.

  Chapter Six: Olivia

  Tristan grabbed my hands and pulled them roughly over my head. A rope had been left hanging from a rafter in the high vaulted ceiling and he wound it around my slender wrists, binding them there with tight knots and making me his virtual prisoner.

  "I've been waiting to get you out this wedding dress all day," he said in a low voice that made my skin tingle with excitement. Slowly, he walked around me in a circle, looking me up and down with appraising eyes where I stood in my mermaid-style wedding gown with my breasts heaving. The intensity of his gaze made me blush and I cast my eyes downward to the ground, suddenly feeling shy.

  Tristan stopped behind me and began to undo the tiny buttons along the back of my gown one by one. As he did, he kissed my bare flesh as it became exposed, making my skin tingle. His lips started at my shoulders, then worked their way down my spine until he came to the small of my back just inches above the crack of my ass, where at last, he stopped. Then he pulled the sleeveless down to the ground and had me step out of it, tossing it into a corner. All I was wearing now was a white lace strapless bra, a white silk thong, white thigh-high stockings, and white high heel shoes.

  Tristan spread my feet wide apart and commanded me not to move them. Then he took a small plastic vibrator from his pocket and tucked it down the front of my underwear, placing it neatly against my clitoris. With the click of a button he held in his hand, he turned the toy on and the vibrator buzzed to life, shaking and humming delightfully against my clitoris. A sharp gasp escaped my throat and I writhed in my bonds, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that ripped through me. Then, just as suddenly as it had come on, he turned it off, leaving me sweating and wanting more.

  "Let's have a little fun," Tristan said tauntingly. He removed my strapless bra, so my naked breasts were helplessly exposed. Then he folded the garment as small as it would go and shoved it into my mouth like a gag. He ran his hands over my bare breasts and sighed with appreciation. "You have incredible tits. I like your nipples best of all; they're so rosy pink, I could play with them for hours."

  As if to prove his point, he began to flick them with his thumb and forefinger, bouncing them playfully back and forth. I moaned into my gag as he stretched and pulled them as far as they would go before gripping them tightly between his fingers and pinching them painfully. The torture was excruciating, but so was the ecstasy as my pussy rippled and tingled with orgasmic pleasure over the abuse. He saw the moisture spreading across my panties and turned on the tiny vibrator again that was still lodged there. I was already so aroused, the stimulation made me orgasm instantly, and I strained against my bonds as I screamed into my gag with the intensity of my pleasure. Every cell in my body was exploding with rapture until finally, Tristan turned off the toy and allowed me to regain my breath.

  He took the gag from my mouth and held a cool glass of water to my lips. Then, he stripped off my thong and held it up for me to see.

  "Look how wet this is. I didn't give you permission to come like this, did I, you naughty little Bitch?"

  He crumpled the come-soaked thong up into a ball and shoved it into my mouth, gagging me once more. Then he started spanking my naked ass with his open palm. Each slap of his hand made my butt cheek vibrate and burn with pain, and waves of intense sexual pleasure rippled throughout my entire body with each sharp smack. He would take a moment to rub my injured buttocks soothingly with his open hand before spanking me yet again, intensifying the experience. I spit out the small gag from my mouth and moaned and gasped with pleasure, crying out in ecstasy as the erotic spanking brought me to near orgasm.

  Then Tristan untied the rope from my wrists and hoisted me into his strong arms. He held me tight against his chest, devouring my mouth with his own as he kissed me hungrily. He tasted so good, I wanted more of him and kissed him back with equal fervor. We slammed into the wall in our passionate embrace, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he cupped my buttocks and supported me up in the air with my back braced against the wall. We kept kissing each other like two souls trying to meld together as Tristan sunk his hard cock deep into my wet and ready slot. I ground my hips up to meet him, drawing him deeper into my folds, as we thrust together in perfect rhythm. I could feel his heart beating in perfect time with my own, and it was as if we were one. Our breathing came in the same rapid gasps, and our moans blended in a harmonious song as we climaxed together, writhing and pulsing like one being.

  We had fucked and made love countless times during the last year and a half, but this was something different, something better, something more. This fulfilled my soul in ways that none of our other orgasms had ever done before and I knew it was because we were now married. Thanks to our vows, we were now two soul mates who had bonded together for all eternity and would never again be torn apart. Our love making had sealed the covenant that we had made together, consummating our vows and sealing the bond forever.

  "I love you so much," I whispered to Tristan as we lay on the floor, holding each other close and recuperating.

  "I love you so much, too." He grinned and made love to me again and again until the dawn.

  Epilogue: Tristan

  "What's it going to take?" I asked Janice's new lawyer from across the boardroom table. I couldn't believe I was in another fucking office talking to another fucking lawyer of hers, but this time the
circumstances were much better than they had been before. So much had fucking changed in such a short fucking period of time, sometimes I still couldn't believe it.

  Was it really possible that just a little over two years ago Janice and I had completed a very ugly divorce where we basically fucking hated each other? Signing those papers had been my motivation for going to Whip on the night that I first met Olivia and my whole world had changed. Back then, I had been a different man. Lonely, driven by greed, and unaware of just how fucking miserable I was, I tried to fill the void with fame and more money, but it was never enough. I had billions of dollars, but an empty heart.

  Now, I was married and the television show that had once ruled my world was just a re-run on the game show network. No one even remembered who I was, and that's the way I liked it.

  I no longer craved fame or the fucking party scene at clubs. I had everything I needed in my love for Olivia, and she loved me just as much. People were always asking us when we were going to have kids, but we didn't need any. Our business that we had built together was our baby. Kink On had grown into an international success and the addition of themed hotels where members could stay the night or even the week in their own private dungeon had made the business even more profitable. We earned enough money to do anything we wanted, and still continue our philanthropic efforts.

  Today, however, I was using a large chunk of that money to buy back the mansion I had sold to Janice just before marrying Olivia. It would be the perfect surprise gift for her on our one year anniversary, the first of what I knew would many in a long and incredible marriage. Once the deal was sealed, I would carry her into the private play dungeon I had hidden behind the master bedroom suite and we would make love as only could. It was the perfect life and I had never been happier.

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  LAW OF SEDUCTION: THE COMPLETE SERIES

  By Alexa Davis

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2016 Alexa Davis

  PART ONE

  CHAPTER ONE

  ALICIA

  Never in my twenty-seven years on this earth have I met anyone so infuriating. I was standing in the alcove of the ballroom at the annual Thanksgiving ball the partners of my firm put on and wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I’d let Adam drag me here when I should have known better. I had no idea why we had to hide our relationship. We didn’t start seeing each other until his wife had already moved out. I don’t understand why she still has so much control over his life. He and I had begun to fight about it almost constantly.

  “What is wrong with you?” Adam asked me, mirroring my very thought, “You were rubbing yourself all over Nico on the dance floor. You made a spectacle out of yourself. Is this what you meant last night when you said you refused to play the other woman?”

  His green eyes were cold and unforgiving. It’s hard sometimes to believe they are the very same eyes that I had melted into the first time I looked into them. I found it funny how Adam had the ability to morph in the blink of an eye from a sweet, handsome, charming man that I could barely resist into this arrogant, condescending person standing in front of me now. What I really couldn’t understand was why I was unable to just walk away. Instead, I reduced myself to playing stupid games like dancing with Nico and even letting him kiss me when I knew for sure Adam was looking. Of course, there was no “rubbing.” I was raised by a Lord and a Lady in the U.K. and taught how to be a lady from the age of two on up. “Rubbing,” as Adam had implied, was not even in my public repertoire.

  “I’m not doing anything wrong,” I told Adam, trying to feel as strong and determined as I hoped I sounded. “I’m a single young woman. I have every right to dance with a single young man.”

  Adam’s dark green eyes smoldered, “Single? That’s funny. I had assumed that since you’ve spent the better part of the last six months in my bed, we were in somewhat of a relationship.”

  I sighed. This conversation was already giving me a headache. Forcing myself to keep my chin up and look him in the eye, I said, “Maybe you should tell Marjorie that,” I knew full well that if he wasn’t already angry, he would be now. I didn’t care. I was sick of being the peacemaker.

  “I have told you over and over that sharing our…intimate life with Marjorie will only cause her to fight that much harder to destroy me. She’ll want to take you down in the process of ruining me. I told you last night, I am doing my best to finalize this divorce so that she can be out of our lives once and for all. You know that I want nothing to do with her. The sight of her makes me sick. I don’t know what you want from me, Alicia.”

  I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I blinked them back. I refused to cry in front of him. My cheeks burned hot as I said, “If you don’t know what I want, then maybe we’ve been wasting our time all of these months.” I stared at him for a moment, and when he said nothing I went on.

  I was angry now. I shouldn’t have to explain myself, but then again, I shouldn’t have put myself in this situation in the first place. “What I want, Adam, is you. I want your time and your attention. I want the Adam that you were when we first met, not the Adam who is constantly exhausted and angry from fighting all day with his soon to be ex-wife. I want a man whose arm I can be on in public. One that I can be dancing with at our own ball, instead of pretending like we’re only business associates in order to keep up appearances until your divorce is final. Imagine how it feels for me to have to watch you dancing with other women all night.”

  Adam’s eyes softened and he said, “Maybe the same as it felt to watch you with Nico.” I felt a stab of guilt, but I wasn’t quite ready to give in. He reached for my hand. I let him take it and he said, “Alicia, I want all of those things, too. I am trying so hard to get Marjorie to agree to this latest settlement offer that we’ve drawn up. It’s that damn lawyer of hers. He keeps telling her to fight for more, that bastard, David Rogers. He won’t be happy until he’s goaded her into breaking me completely. He seems to have more than a professional stake in this. Maybe she's sleeping with him.”

  I felt my anger ebbing away already. I’m a sap where Adam is concerned. “I know you’re trying. It’s just so damned hard feeling like we’re sneaking around all the time when we’re not even doing anything wrong. You’ve been separated for almost a year. You should be free to see whoever you want. My parents are visiting from England next month. I wanted so much for you to meet them as my boyfriend, instead of the head partner of the firm I work for.”

  He pulled me in close to his chest. I felt him nuzzle his face into my hair and breathe it in. “I’ll work harder on it, I promise. Just stop going around kissing my associates, okay? I’d hate to have to beat him up after I fire him.”

  Adam’s voice hadn’t changed from its somber tone, and when I stepped back to look up at him, I was a little worried that he was serious. I honestly hadn’t meant to goad him into fighting with Nico, or firing him. I’d feel so awful if I were to blame for Nico losing his job. When I saw Adam’s face, though, I knew I needn’t have worried. He had a handsome smile forming at the edges of his mouth. I knew then that he’d only been joking. I punched him in the arm lightly and with a smile of my own I said,

  “You infuriate me sometimes, do you know that?”

  “Yes, I know,” he said, still smiling. He caught me off-guard then as his sexy lips came crashing down on mine. My head was chaotically telling me to walk away and make him wait until he’d finished with his divorce, but as usual, my body told me differently. I rose up on my tiptoes and leaned my body into his. Against my better judgement I returned his kiss wi
th the fervor welling up inside of me. Just about the time I was ready to consent to getting naked in the alcove and making love right there on the floor he pulled back and said,

  “We better get back before someone notices us missing,”

  “Maddening, maddening, maddening,” I whispered, mostly to myself as he straightened his tie and I smoothed down my rumpled gown.

  “What was that?” Adam asked, pretending not to hear me.

  “I said yes of course.” My voice had a sarcastic edge to it that I’m certain he didn’t miss.

  “Fantastic,” Adam said, as if settling a business deal in his favor, “We’ll talk more about this later, but thank you for being so understanding.”

  I rolled my eyes and as I left the room first, I turned back to him and said, “You can bet we’ll discuss this later.”

  ********

  I ended up going home alone that evening. Before the night was over, Adam received a call from the CEO of the large petroleum company our firm had begun representing recently. There was a large oil spill in the gulf, and Hanson and Partners were the attorneys for the defendants, a large and very rich company that was being sued for hundreds of millions by the EPA and others who had smelled money and jumped in on the bandwagon. Adam normally sent an associate or a junior partner when something came up late in the evening, but this new liaison with the Petroleum Company was sure to prove to be a lucrative one. Adam felt that while we were still in the courting stages at least, he should give them VIP service.

  I had been disappointed at first, but once home and in my comfy yoga pants and cotton t-shirt, I decided that a night alone to think might be just what I needed to figure this all out. I made myself a cup of hot cocoa and called Kyla, my best friend. I knew she would be up because she’d been at the party I just left.