The Taming (Wild Cats Part Two): Erotic Romance Series

by Ross, Sandra

  He knew he would definitely enjoy it.

  And he could guess she would as well…and hate herself for it. But in doing so, there would be no doubt that she wanted him.

  He wanted this girl and he would have her, exactly the way he had planned. Even if it meant all hell breaking loose. Now.

  He threw her down at the ground violently, just in front of the lighted headlights of his car.

  She felt her back and head shook from the impact with the wet, hard soil and for a brief moment, she saw colorful bursts of light at the back of her eyelids. She tried to lift her body from the soil while trying to focus. He was standing above her, silently watching her as she sprawled on the ground. The rain has stopped and now, with the lights on, she could see his face and his expression was… not good.

  “Are you out of you mind? Let me go!” Her voice sounded weak and frightened.

  He didn’t answer. His eyes traveled from her face down to her body as if he was undressing her just by looking. Her dress was soaking wet, so thin now that it didn’t hide much. His eyes stopped on her breasts, half-visible under the low neckline. His tongue licked his lips playfully and she could almost feel it on her body. Her nipples immediately rose up to the occasion and their outlines could be seen through her clothes, as if saying they missed being licked and played by his tongue. She covered her chest with her hands but knew he had already seen it. His eyes continued moving down her body, and suddenly they became like flames. Feverish. Full of pure, unadulterated lust.

  She realized that her attempt to cover herself caused her more trouble. Her already too-short dress hitched higher up her thighs, almost up to her hips. And since he's commanded she didn't wear any underwear when she was dressing up... she could only imagine how she looked.

  His eyes flared.

  She almost jumped to escape but he was already all over her. They struggled on the ground with him on top and her under him. She tried to kick him in his groin, to bite him, to pull his hair. No success. His legs immobilized hers on the ground in a position that gave no hindrance to his fully-turned on manhood. It burned on her spot as he grind it to her, and moaned a guttural sound as if the movement satisfied him to no end. He stretched her hands over her head, holding them with one hand, the other firmly held her chin so she could not avoid his face. Their eyes held each other. What she saw inside of them scared the hell out of her. It held menace. And the promise that there would be no retribution. That she would get the full impact of his punishment tonight.

  She suddenly could not understand why she defied him. As she felt a burning need for the touch of his hands, for that manhood arousing her as it was rubbed on her pulsing center, she knew she had no chance of winning. Even when he was hurting her, she's pining for him. Even when his eyes promised danger, he still looked so handsomely erotic.

  She's mad.

  “Let me go, Nickolas. Please…” she pleaded.

  “You will go when I say so,” he answered huskily.

  His hand left her chin and continued downwards to the dress’ neckline. With a powerful pull, he tore it in the middle to expose her breasts. she cried when he took one of her nipples inside his mouth and bit. She moaned with pain but at the same time she felt a wave of heat rising from her ass, getting her all fired up. and embarrassing her to the pouring heavens. Oh God... the thought that if somebody would pass and see them in this position. His knees had spread her thighs and she's exposed!

  Once again she started to struggle to free herself, only to realize that in her efforts she was rubbing her clit to his rod... and it was painfully arousing her more. She immediately stopped.

  He simply looked at her, smiling sarcastically, not even missing a bit and surely, surely knew why she wouldn't move.

  Chapter Ten

  AND TO her horror, he let go of her chin and with just one hand, he began to free his manhood from its confinement.

  She heard the rustle of cloth and his zipper being pulled down. He was going to take her here! On the ground! No matter that they might be spied upon. No matter that he was raping her! She began to struggle again but both his hands held her tighter now. His body pinned her to the ground. And she could feel the head of his penis near the opening of her vagina.

  “Tonight, my little stray, begins your education as a domestic pussy cat of the high class society," he said between gritted teeth.

  “No!” was the only thing she had time to say before screaming in pain.

  She already knew he was huge and has taken pleasure from his girth many times as they'd had sex in his bedroom, but as his rod speared her in one rough move, there was pain like she had never experienced even the first time she'd been used. All of it, at once. The pain was excruciating and tears poured from her eyes. She felt as if a burning iron was ripping through her guts. He pulled himself out again. He remained motionless, staring at her with eyes calculating and cold. No other expression could be seen from his face but that of his passion. Though she felt for a moment that something else was in his eyes, she couldn't be sure. There was stinging pain and the slap of acute humiliation. She only wanted him to stop.

  “Please Nickolas, don’t hurt me again!” she begged frantically as she continued to cry.

  “You should have thought of this before humiliating me in public,” he said in a hoarse voice, and thrust inside of her again, fiercer than the first, and no pausing this time. Without giving her body any time to adjust, he moved relentlessly, wildly, with no mercy. His steel rod drilled at her brutally, conquering her completely even when it has done this so many times before. No tenderness just like at the library, no affection. That time wasn't a nightmare as this one. All reality.

  She began to sob. He has let go of her hands now and he was holding her butt, not letting her move so she could receive all of his hard thrusts. Every push of his body went deeper and deeper inside her. She was shocked, numb, powerless.

  He pulled at her legs and spread them around his waist as he knelt on his knees on the ground. Both of them are wet and dirty now but he didn't seem to see that. His focus was on thrusting deeper, faster, wilder than ever. Her whole body shook violently with his every pounding until Iliana realized that she was no longer crying, and no longer feeling so much pain.

  Actually, she started to feel…

  Of course he noticed the change. He smiled and pounded even faster as if that could even be possible. Lustful moans began to slip from her mouth, out of her control, and the familiar vast wave of desire flooded her, getting bigger and bigger with every push, growing into a huge mountain of need, until she felt that just a little more… a little more and she would reach the highest peak. Oh…just a little more and…ohhhhh…

  She screamed.

  And with one more deep thrust, Nickolas came with her, his guttural groan mixed with her sound. She screamed and groaned and moaned as the waves went on and on as if they would never stop. When they finally did, she was left shaking, wanting, staring at his icy green eyes as he watched her the whole time of her explosive climax.

  “You didn’t really expect that I would satisfy you, too, did you?” The rumble of his laugh was cruel. He took himself from her, got up, and put his clothes to order even when he couldn't do anything about the rainwater and the dirt.

  He never took his eyes off hers, and she never tried to shy away. After something like that, she figured there was nothing else that could make her shy away from him. He'd raped her and she liked it. Took one of the most powerful orgasm that she'd ever experienced from it. Oh god... she thought. Go figure.

  With his beautiful face still wearing that mask of cruelty, he went down on one knee, and talked down, to her.

  “From now on, my beautiful pussy cat, you will quit your job and you are moving in with me,” he declared, and stretched his hand to her.

  She was only able to hide her surprise. After that treatment, she did not expect that he wanted her anymore.

  But he was asking her to move in with him?

  A
fter a few seconds of battling with his eyes, not saying a word, not moving an inch, she gave him her hand and let him pull her up. She was not mistaken in thinking he was not expecting any protest. That after what happened, he expected she would just capitulate with everything he would say.

  At the moment, really, she wasn't sure if he was wrong.

  As he called one of his men to inform him that they would be leaving that place in his car and the bodyguards would be expected to take the front and the end on the way back to the Castle, she still couldn't believe that it had happened to her. That this was happening. That he would be taking her home. That he would be imprisoning her in the role of a sex pet. A mistress. And she could feel the truth of that in the pain that she's starting to feel all over her body. At the throbbing pain from the sorest part of her anatomy.

  She had trouble walking as she got to his car at the prodding of his hand at the small of her back. He opened the door for her. Still numb, she got in and closed her eyes as she sank to the soft cushion of the front seat.

  She thought, tomorrow would be a different day.

  A battle was lost tonight, there was no mistaking that.

  But she has not lost the war.

  She felt him as he got in from the other side. She felt when he strapped the seat belt on her. She definitely felt when his hand lingered as his fingers touched her face. She felt a bruise there. But it was nothing compared to the bruise that she was starting to feel in her soul.

  No, she has not lost the war, she thought as she began to breathe at the small fire that started inside her chest.

  Definitely not the war…

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  Read the next book by Sandra Ross:

  Continue with The Calling: Wild Cats 3...

  If you like this book, you will surely like "The Calling: Wild Cats 3"

  He wanted to save her—she ended up saving him!

  THE STRAY CAT AND HER PANTHER

  In the sensual world of the elites, Nickolas was a game player. But he has more than the usual secrets up his sleeves and they were starting to unravel as the walls he's erected through the years crumpled, endangering Iliana.

  The thing that he was protecting them from blindsided him. Losing control for a while, Nickolas' obsession with Iliana took a worse turn. Iliana owned his heart and soul. What would he do when the dam breaks and she discovers his damning secrets?

  He knew. He knew that not even her love for him could save his soul by then...

  Unravel more of this fascinating story, continue reading The Calling: Wild Cats 3...

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  Chapter One

  DALTON Sands slowly sipped his coffee as he took in the other patrons of the café. This was always his favorite part of the day. It was when he could prepare mentally for the day to come.

  He needed this time because of all the stress that he would be facing with his job. Running a Fortune 500 company didn’t leave him a lot of time to just relax.

  So this was his time.

  As he let his eyes roam around doing a little people-watching, he saw her for the first time.

  She was very pretty, with a curtain of straight black hair falling forward because she was looking down. A simple dress covered her curvaceous body.

  There was really nothing about her that would have stood out in a large crowd, but there was something that drew Dalton’s attention to her instantly. He continued to watch her as she timidly ordered her latte and paid for it.

  When the woman turned from the cashier and looked around the room, Dalton saw that she was young, probably in her mid-twenties, and her face was quite pretty. He saw a dismayed look cross her face as she looked around for a vacant spot to sit.

  As her eyes glanced in his direction, he found that he was signaling her. She looked very startled, like she almost didn’t believe that he was trying to get her attention.

  When she did finally comprehend that little bit of knowledge, she made her way slowly to his table, puzzlement evident in every step she took.

  “Hi, there,” Dalton said in a friendly manner.

  He flashed his sexiest smile.

  “I’m Dalton Sands. Since I have this whole table to myself, would you do me the honor of joining me?”

  “Hi, I’m Rose. Uh, Rose Addison. This is very kind of you, Mr. Sands,” Rose managed to say as she sat down in the chair across the table from him. “I always get here during the really crowded hours so I almost never get a seat.”

  “First of all, Mr. Sands is my father. Please call me Dalton, and I’m actually pleased to have your company.”

  He watched as Rose lived up to her name in the delightful way; she was blushing at that very moment. Her bright blue eyes quickly looked down, long black lashes brushing her face.

  “Very well, Dalton,” she finally replied. “I’m also very happy to be joining you.”

  They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes as they both enjoyed their coffee. Dalton made a few surreptitious glances at her from under his own lashes.

  She was a rather strange girl, he decided.

  Pretty, but shy, Rose wasn’t like the women whom he came into contact with normally. She wasn’t trying to take over the conversation or aggressively hit on him.

  In fact, she truly didn’t seem to know whom she even was.

  Eventually, they began to talk in the way that strangers do when they don’t know each other. Dalton found out that Rose worked in the Human Resources department of his building. She wasn’t from the city and was still getting used to living there even though she had been a resident for three years.

  He found her refreshing.

  She was pretty without being flamboyant, intelligent without trying to show off, and very unassuming. He was relieved that she seemed happy enough to answer his questions about her and wasn’t trying to find out more about him.

  It was a little soon for him to let her know his true identity because he was becoming more aware that he wanted to know a bit more about this Rose.

  Dalton had long ago given up on true relationships. He had discovered that women simply weren’t in line with what he needed in his life.

  In fact, he wasn’t even sure what he needed to fill this void within him.

  Of course, he had intimate encounters with women. After all, he was a healthy man with certain physical needs. But none of those women ever meant anything to him other than as a way to kill time and find release. Some of those women were so in charge, so to speak, that it felt like he was going out with another man.

  He was starting to see that Rose was different from other women.

  Dalton was a man that liked to be in control.

  He had a feeling that Rose was in need of a man to guide her.

  Chapter Two

  BY the time they were done with their coffee, Dalton was certain that he wanted to see more of Rose.

  He had a feeling that he needed to act quickly or
she would glide right out of his life and he would never see her again.

  Whatever he was going to do, he realized that he had better do it soon because Rose was getting up to leave.

  “Thank you so much for allowing me to join you, Dalton,” Rose said quietly as she gave him a pretty smile.

  “Oh, the pleasure was all mine,” Dalton responded. “Actually, I was wondering what you’re doing for dinner.”

  Rose blinked, surprised at the question.

  “Oh, um, I don’t have any plans.”

  “Well, now you do! I would love it if you would join me for dinner. I’m going to need your address so that I can pick you up at seven tonight.”

  Rose hesitated for a moment, then smiled.

  He felt his breath hitch.

  It was a fairy-tale smile.

  She wrote down her address for him and agreed to be ready at seven.

  “Well, okay, I’ll see you then,” she said.

  Once more she smiled as she looked at him.

  And then she was gone.

  DALTON looked forward to his date with Rose more than he expected he would.

  Before he knew it, he was ready to leave the office for the day. This meant that he could head home and get ready for his dinner with Rose. He hoped that she was going to be all right with what he had planned.

  Rose was ready to go precisely at seven when Dalton arrived.

  She was wearing a lovely red dress that fit her body as if it was made just for her.

  Dalton couldn’t help but look at her appreciatively.

  “Rose, you look amazing,” he said.

  Demurely smiling, she thanked him.

  She knew how well the dress looked on her, but it was generous of him to say she looked nice.

  She was a bit stunned when he led her to a shiny black limousine where a chauffeur patiently waited.

  Once inside of the back of the limo, Dalton poured them both some chilled wine.