Claudia was more than a match for any man in bed. She was passionate and loved the pleasure she could find in sex. Tyson was more than she had ever had in her bed before. He was generous, he was demanding and he was huge. She couldn’t deny him. She didn’t want to. She wanted the big, dark-skinned man to fuck her until she lost herself once more in the oblivion of orgasm.
Reaching up, Claudia clasped her hands behind his neck and forced his head down to hers. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she said and took his lips in a passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
The tensing of his shoulders was the only warning she got. His tongue met hers and shoved back. His hands fell to her hips and he gripped her tightly, slamming himself up into her. Claudia gasped, her head falling back. She reached up and gripped the sheets and pillows above her head. Tyson thrust into her with such force that she was pushed up the bed. He dragged her back down and held her still while he impaled her body with ferocious intent.
Claudia cried out and moaned, unable to do anything but hang on. He slammed her hips down, fucking into her over and over again. The way he tilted her hips shoved the head of his penis against her g-spot, pushing her higher and higher than she’d ever been before. Without warning, Claudia found herself pushed over the edge of another, more intense orgasm.
He picked her hips right up off the bed, his thrusts growing deeper and more erratic. With a shout he came, bringing her hips down onto his cock in one last brutal thrust. He moved his hands from her hips to her waist and picked her right up, bringing her upper body into the cradle of his arms. He tilted her face so he could watch her as they drifted down together.
Claudia collapsed against him, pressing her cheek against the muscles of his chest. The heavy beat of his heart sounded against her ear. She snuggled into his warmth, letting him hold her up. She felt the rumble in his body as he chuckled and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. She wanted to deny it, but she had never in her life felt safer than in that moment.
Claudia listened as his heartbeat gradually calmed. After a minute, he lifted her off of his cock, ignoring her murmur of protest. He laid her on the bed with such care that she imagined she was more precious to him in that moment than anything else in the world. He stood up and went into the washroom. Claudia was already drifting back into sleep when she felt the bed dip under his big body as he kneeled on the bed.
He brushed the hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. Claudia forced her eyes open and looked up at him. His eyes reflected triumph, which would have annoyed her more if she weren’t so satisfied herself.
“Don’t think this changes anything,” she said with a yawn. “I’m still upset about this kidnapping bullshit. Just because you’re some kind of sexual god doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass in the morning.”
He flashed her a white-toothed grin. “I look forward to the battle, beautiful.”
“Then you better get some sleep so I don’t beat you up too badly.” She slid a hand up his arm and tried to tug him down beside her.
Tyson reached behind him and turned the lamp off before allowing himself to be pulled down into her arms. She snuggled into the warmth of the bed, enjoying the feeling of sleeping safe for the first time in a long time – at the top of Tyson King’s tower. In the morning she would contemplate this new turn her life had taken and what her next steps would be.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Claudia sat on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her in a prim pose, wearing only a button-up shirt. She rebelled against the stereotype of wearing one of her lover’s shirts, but it was this or her blue dress. She had tried on Tyson’s bathrobe and it had engulfed her to the point that she felt like a three year-old playing dress up. She had gotten one of the sleeves thoroughly soaked when she’d tried to wash her hands. She had hung it back up and moved on to Tyson’s shirts. Still irked about her forceful relocation, she had chosen one that looked decidedly expensive.
Now, she sat luxuriating in the lovely feel of the fabric against her bare skin and watched Tyson sleep. He really was a giant of a man. With the morning light shining in the windows, her eyes could trace over the long limbs of his legs and arms sprawled carelessly across the sheets. His middle parts had been uncovered too. His penis, even soft, was long and imposing. She had flicked the sheet over that part of his anatomy before continuing her inspection. She squirmed a bit, her body sore, reminding her of the way he had so thoroughly taken her the night before.
She placed a hand on his chest, feeling the rise and fall against her palm. She studied their skin, fascinated by the difference in their skin colours. She had never particularly considered men beautiful, but Tyson held an appeal that was new to her. His skin was incredibly dark next to hers. It was smooth to touch. Soft, but also hard where her fingers skimmed over muscle. Even the scars that puckered parts of his chest, arm and neck seemed somehow different against his dark skin.
Fingers seized her hand, pressing it flat against his chest. Claudia gasped, her eyes flying to his. He was watching her, his face serious and intent. She blushed and tried to pull her hand away, but he held her tight. When she stopped trying to pull away, he reached up, took hold of her shoulders and pulled her down on top of him. His lips sought hers and he stole an unexpectedly chaste kiss before releasing her.
Claudia pushed off of him and sat back up, scooting back out of reach of his long arms. He grinned and stretched his arms behind his head. His eyes devoured her, taking in her attire and long bare legs.
“You look beautiful in the morning,” he announced.
Claudia snorted. “I look like Oscar the Grouch in the morning. I’ve been up for a while. Long enough to brush my teeth, try to do something with my hair, borrow a shirt and make some breakfast. By the way, you need to get one of your lapdogs to go kidnap me a hairbrush. I’m going to assume that short nest on your head is the reason there’s not even a comb in this place. Unless you want me to shave my head, I suggest finding me a few more necessities. For a guy that’s been planning my ‘seduction’ for ages, you sure aren’t very prepared to have a woman stay in your place.”
Truth be told, she had been secretly glad there was zero evidence of women in his bachelor pad. Even though she planned on disappearing at the first opportunity, she hated to think of Tyson entertaining other women.
“Ouch, gorgeous!” he said. “Do you always wake up with such a sharp tongue?”
She shrugged. “I also had time to make and drink a pot of coffee. You sleep like the dead, Tyson King.”
Tyson raised an eyebrow before answering. “Actually, I’m usually a restless sleeper. Your tight little pussy must have sapped all the strength right out of me.”
Claudia blushed.
“And I wouldn’t call Mercer a lapdog anywhere in his hearing. The guy can be touchy about the strangest things and he’s not squeamish in saying so.”
Tyson sat up and noticed a bowl and cup on his nightstand. “What’s this? Did you cook for me?”
She nodded. “I brought you some breakfast and coffee. I was hoping we could talk once you woke up.”
Tyson reached for the coffee. “That’s amazing, babe. No one’s ever done that for me before.”
“Ummm… you might want to try it before praising me. I’m not known for my culinary prowess. There’s a reason I eat at work most days and my pantry is a shoe closet. I didn’t know what you took in your coffee so I put cream in it.”
Tyson took a big gulp and clearly tried not to choke. It was cold, the cream slightly separated from the coffee. “Uh, when exactly did you make this?”
“About two hours ago. You slept for longer than I expected.”
Tyson picked up the bowl and choked down a few bites of the soggy Rice Krispies before thanking her for her thoughtfulness and vowing to put locks on the fridge and pantry. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked, leaning back.
“What do you think?” She rolled her eyes and waved her arm around, indicating the room. “T
his.”
His piercing eyes trapped her in place. “There’s nothing to discuss. This is your new reality.”
Claudia frowned darkly. “There are things to discuss, caveman. If you think keeping a woman is going to be all high heels and sexy times then you have another think coming.”
“I do?” he drawled, clearly fighting a grin. “Please enlighten me, beautiful.”
Claudia crossed her arms in front of her chest and gave him her best no nonsense look. She had been practicing what to say all morning. She just didn’t know what his reaction might be to some of her demands.
“I left a list of my necessities downstairs on the island. Among them is the contents of my pantry,” she held a hand up when he looked like he might speak, “which contrary to what you might think, I cannot live without. I also have very particular and expensive taste in clothes, and since you’re a billionaire with a car elevator, I’m thinking you can accommodate me. The most necessary items are on the list. I’m also in the middle of a very important online game, so I expect my entire gaming setup to be brought over and installed. All of my bathroom products and, of course, Delaware.”
“Delaware?” Tyson asked.
“My pet rock,” she answered. “He’s been my traveling companion since I started running and realized I couldn’t exactly drag a pet around North America. Especially if I had to drop everything at a moment’s notice.”
Her breath hitched at the end, pain clouding her green eyes.
Tyson reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer. “No more running Claudia. I’ll take care of things, you can count on that.”
She nodded her head. She barely knew him, but if she were ever tempted to believe anyone it would be Tyson King. The man moved real estate all over the country with the wave of a hand. Dealing with men like Dante would be distasteful to the wealthy businessman, but for her, he would.
“That’s why I wrote the second list,” she said pulling a paper out from under the edge of a blanket.
“What’s this?” Tyson asked gently, taking the list from her fingers and reading. “Yoga, guitar lessons, painting, shopping for art, pilates, girls’ nights…” He raised an eyebrow.
“I haven’t had a girls night out in years,” she defended. “I bet a night out with Anya would be epic! And between you and that blond dude, my last girls night was ruined.”
“Sitnikov? Over my dead body,” Tyson growled. “That woman is deadly, and I mean that in every sense of the word. I forbid you from seeing her unaccompanied.”
Claudia’s face lit up. “But I can see her?”
Tyson chuckled, realizing how neatly she had maneuvered him. “You can do almost anything if it makes you happy. I even have a few additions for your list. I want you here with me, where I intend to keep you safe. But I don’t want you to be unhappy.”
Her face grew serious and she nodded slowly. “The only reason I’m agreeing to this twisted kidnapping is because I believe that.” Her eyes traced over his muscular torso. “And because you’re super hot and rock my bedroom world.”
“Ah, shallow woman,” he growled, reaching out to pull her down. He rolled them until she was crushed under his naked body. Her long hair tangled around them.
She gasped and pressed her hands against the massive chest hovering above her. Tyson nudged her legs apart with his thigh. She squirmed against him, moaning and thoroughly enjoying the feel of his hairy muscular leg rubbing against her intimately. Her hips jerked of their own volition when he stroked across her clit. She tilted her head back and panted in response.
“Are you sore, Claudia?” he asked, his voice a deep growl, muscles straining with need.
Claudia bit her lip, looked away from him and shook her head. He forced her to look at him with a hand on her jaw. “Truth, Claudia,” he demanded.
She sighed in annoyance, “If I say yes, will you stop?”
He grinned, white teeth flashing against dark lips. “No baby, I’ll just take a little more care. You’re too fragile to risk.”
She huffed a little. “Fine, yes, I’m sore.”
She clutched him, her fingernails digging into his forearms, when he moved swiftly back and pulled her up with him. Stripping off the shirt she wore, he tossed her over his shoulder and stood with her. She squealed in surprise and braced her hands against his back. She stopped struggling when she realized she had an incredible and unique view of his rock hard ass flexing and releasing as he walked with her.
He entered the stone-tiled walk-in shower and turned on the taps. Claudia screamed as a burst of cold water hit her square in the ass right before it turned warm and then heated to a bearably hot temperature. Finally, Tyson lifted her by the waist and lowered her until she was standing in front of him with her back pressed against the wall. He took a bar of soap and started washing her, paying particular attention to the area between her legs.
Claudia was left gasping and mindless by the time his skillful fingers were finished soaping her. She no longer cared about any lingering soreness, wanting only to climb his body and lower herself onto his thick penis. If she had been physically capable of attacking a man Tyson’s size, she probably would have. “Please, Tyson,” she begged him, “I want you so bad!”
He smiled and reached for the showerhead, pulling it down. His gaze captured hers with intense lust as he forced the head of the sprayer between her thighs and let the water hit her clitoris directly. Claudia gasped and flung her head back, resting it against the wall. She widened her stance for him and spread her arms out, hands splayed against the tiles. The water teased every part of her vagina, flicking her clit over and over again.
Pressure built up between her legs. She tilted her hips forward, mindlessly seeking the wonderful sensations he was forcing on her. Her breathing quickened, legs shook and eyes closed as she prepared to come. Just as her body began to convulse, he flicked something on the showerhead, driving the water pressure up harder against her. With a high-pitched scream, Claudia came hard, her legs folding underneath her.
Tyson dropped the showerhead and reached for her as she slid to the floor of the shower. With hands under her armpits he made sure she didn’t hit the hard bottom painfully. Once her ass hit the floor of the shower he let her go. He tilted her chin up so her dreamy, clouded gaze met his. Standing over her, Tyson took his erect, throbbing cock into his hand and began stroking it. He was so incredibly turned on by Claudia’s response that he looked as though he would take only a few moments to finish.
Understanding and lust flashed across her beautiful face. Claudia scrambled up to her knees underneath him and balanced herself against him with long, slender fingers against his thighs. Eyes never leaving hers, he groaned when she stuck her tongue out and tasted the head of his penis as it bobbed in his hand. He slapped it gently against her wicked mouth and revelled in the feeling of her tongue flick against the underside of him, tracing a path up to the slit.
“Fuck,” he said between gritted teeth and reached out to put a fist against the wall. “I’m coming, baby.”
She looked up at him eagerly, her blond hair darkened by the shower stream and clinging to her beautiful, curvy body. He wanted nothing more than to come all over her, putting his mark on her in a barbaric display. She opened her mouth wide as semen shot from the end of his dark engorged cock. The first pump landed across her lips and tongue, the second and third hitting her gorgeous breasts.
He continued to stare down at her and nearly lost his mind when she reached up, smeared her finger through the fluid on her chest and brought it up to her lips. She was by far the sexist woman he had ever encountered. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, slamming his lips against hers in a possessive kiss. She returned the pressure of his lips with enthusiasm. After a few minutes of intense kisses, he finally set her on her feet and insisted they finish their shower.
CHAPTER EIGHT
If Claudia’s heart hadn’t been ready to jump out of her chest with nerves, she would have smirked a
t the look of deadly bewilderment on Daniel’s face. He was looking around the Victoria Secret shop like he expected there to be a pit of vipers around the next rack. Even funnier was the look on the salesgirl’s face. She appeared awestruck by his handsome face and chiseled body, but clearly planned on keeping her distance from his constant expression of instant death to those that approach. This combination would work perfectly for Claudia’s plan.
Claudia picked some items off the racks and asked to be shown to a change room. She quirked an eyebrow at Daniel and nodded her head toward the back. Like a good little bodyguard, he went to check the rooms. Only one of them was occupied and the middle-aged woman was clearly not an assassin. He backed off and waved Claudia in.
Claudia went into the room, dropped the armful of frothy items and waited patiently. She didn’t remove the pair of jeans, blue long sleeved shirt or flat ballet shoes she wore. A few minutes later the shop girl came back to check on the two women. The other one was just finishing up.
“Actually, I do need a different size,” Claudia said, handing over a black lacy nightgown. “I’ll take this in a 14 and… can you please give these to my friend, Daniel. Ask him which of these he thinks will work for his boss.”
The girl looked mortified at the idea of approaching the deadly man standing guard outside the change rooms like a feral dog. Claudia pressed several panty and bra sets into her hands and waved her off. Hopefully the super awkward conversation that was about to take place would keep both of them occupied for a few minutes while Claudia made a swift exit out the back door. She had noticed it before when shopping here, vigilant about her surroundings in case Dante was on her trail.
As she swiftly exited through the fire door she smiled, picturing Daniel looking down at the terrified girl with an expression of disinterest combined with murderous tendencies. She almost wished she could witness that. She only hoped he would take his time before becoming suspicious and deciding to check on her.
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