There in lay the weakest part of her plan, Caroline believed her only hope of getting the land back was to pass herself off as her sister, now it seemed so ridiculous. The truth would have been much better, but she was in too deep.
Her emotions were in turmoil, and that made Jack Greystone’s offer seem so tempting. It was incredibly hard to resist him when her body screamed to be touched by him. Yet there was no way she could tie herself to such a man, a man who thought she was a little slut.
When he said he wanted an obedient woman, she had no doubt of the lengths he would go to teach her to do as he asked. The images her mind conjured up made the heat between her thighs turn to a burning ache to be touched, and probed by him.
When his lips descended onto hers they smashed through the last of her defences. She could not believe she had got herself into such a mess, she should push him away, tell him to let her go. However his lips were gentler than she could ever have imagined, filled with a longing that thrilled her, making her blood pump rapidly through her veins. It made her feel alive for the first time in years.
Her legs seemed unable to take her weight, and she grasped hold of him, drawing him closer to her. His arm encircled her waist and he pulled her close to him, so close that she could feel the hardness of his cock against her. Surely he could tell she had no experience, any minute now he would push her away and tell her she was an impostor. Instead his hand slid up to cover her breast, making her whimper in need for him.
All through this her mind was in turmoil, there was no way she could agree to his terms, two years as his woman, sharing his bed. It was ridiculous, but oh so tempting. Through the fog he induced in her brain she thought of her father, of how happy he would be to have the land back, it had been in the family for generations, he could not bear to be the one to have lost it.
Yet to give into this man would surely mean not seeing her father. Give into him, what the hell was she thinking? Had her sister finally made her a prostitute, selling her body to pay for Kim’s mistakes?
With a sigh she pushed him away, but there was no real strength or conviction in her actions. “Please Mr Greystone, let me go.”
For a fleeting moment she thought he wasn’t going to stop, that he was going to force himself on her. Then with a shuddering breath he withdrew to the other side of the elevator.
“You're right, this is no place for us to consummate our deal. I’ll take you home and we can finish our business there,” he said, dragging a hand through his hair.
“No, I’m not going anywhere with you,” she protested.
“If you think you can get the price any lower you are mistaken. The deal on the table is two hundred thousand and two years in my bed, Miss Sampson. If you try to haggle the price will go up.”
“I am not trying to haggle. There is no deal.”
“An extra month has been added to the bargain.”
“Stop it! I am not making a deal.”
“Two months.”
Caroline stood looking at the man who held her prisoner. If she kept protesting the time would only go up. What was she supposed to do? He was insane. That was it, if she wanted to get out of here she would have to pretend to go along with the deal, and then get away from him as soon as she could.
“Very well, Mr Greystone. You win.”
A look of triumph swept over his face. He moved close to her again and his lips grazed her cheek.
“I am so glad you have seen reason, Miss Sampson.” His voice dropped when he added. “If only you hadn't slept with a member of my pack, it is the only thing that spoils this night. The thought of having my true mate in my bed is incredibly arousing.”
He pressed himself against her again, allowing her to feel the full extent of his excitement. Then he turned and pressed the button and they began descending again. Caroline wanted to scream, she wanted to run from him. However she also wanted to know what it was to be this man’s mate. It was then that she acknowledged she was as insane as he was.
They reached the ground floor, and she should have made a run for it, but she didn’t. Instead she allowed him to lead her out to his car. As though he had put a spell on her she got inside, feeling the electrifying connection between them when he touched her arm whilst helping her in.
Her brain seemed to have switched off, and after all the years of keeping her feelings shut down they took control. All she could think of was how she wanted him to kiss her again, and touch her. Tonight she would give herself to him, and after that, she honestly didn’t know.
Tonight she was living in the present, no care for the future, it was such a freeing experience, and she understood a part of her sister that she never had before. Living for the now, no consequences no repercussions.
Yet as the street lights passed by she knew she was fooling herself, she couldn’t live that way. There would be repercussions. How could there not be when she was going home with a complete stranger to make love in his bed. A bed which he wanted her to share with him for the next two years. All for the sake of a stupid piece of land. No, all for the sake of the only person she truly cared about, her father, the man who had raised her.
He was driving too fast, but she was too numb to tell him to slow down, she could sense his eagerness. It shocked and thrilled her, that a man could want her so much, despite her curves. This had never happened, not to her. She had seen it so many times with her sister, men crowding around her, drawn to the promise of what pleasures her body could bestow.
Caroline couldn’t look at him; she simply gazed out into the darkness and told her brain to stop screaming at her. She knew it was insane, and no, she didn't know what would happen. Maybe deep inside she hoped Jack Greystone would be so blown away by her in bed he would simply hand over the deeds.
That was a joke, he would probably ask for a refund. So what did she expect, because there was no way she could live with him for two years, not with her father’s ill health. Which brought her back to the question, what was she doing here at all, with nothing to gain but heartache, or worse.
He was pulling off the road, taking them along a private drive, electric gates opening and then closing behind them. It struck her that there would be no escape, she had entered his lair and the only way she would leave was if he let her.
Pulling up in front of a garage, he got out of the car. Caroline sat still, unable to move, shock had set in, paralysing her completely. She was in too deep, much too deep, and the worst thing was she didn’t even know what she was involved in.
He had called her his mate, and now she believed it was more than a simple word he used to describe a woman he wanted to sleep with. Instead she felt the pure animal nature of him as he opened her car door and helped her out, his hand firm on her arm.
Still numb she stood by his side and for a moment thought he was going to tear her clothes off her body and devour her right then. Yet he turned and walked towards the house, stopping after only a few steps when he realised she wasn’t following.
“You agreed to the deal, Miss Sampson. Don’t try my patience; we both know what is expected.”
No, she didn’t know, and in a way nor did he. Certainly he was not expecting to take a virgin to his bed. He thought her experienced in the art of pleasing a man, he thought she was a woman capable of driving one of his colleagues to distraction, of making a man give her thousands more for a piece of land than it was worth. How he would react when he found her so innocent frightened her, yet the thought of him rejecting her was almost worse.
He turned around and placed a hand under her elbow, propelling her forward. She stumbled after him, one foot in front of the other towards his spacious home. Meekly she stood while he opened the door, the spell his very presence had over her taking away her will power. The closeness of his firm body, the huge expanse of his chest drew her in, and held her in place.
Without knowing how it happened she found herself inside the house, the door already closed behind her. Blinking she looked around at his beau
tiful home, the home he wanted her to share with him. If not for her father it would be so tempting, to be wanted by a man like Jack Greystone, and to be allowed to live in such luxury.
However, she knew she could not be happy here, he only wanted her for two years, and she would want to stay with him for life. Her dream had always been to find a good man and settle down, have children and be happy. Kim had torn those dreams to shreds little by little, leaving her frightened of allowing anyone to get too close in case their life got ruined by her sister's selfish ways too.
Jack Greystone stood looking at her, his gaze brought her back to the present, it was a mixture of hunger, and concern. For the first time she saw a chink in his hard exterior, and it gave her hope. Maybe he would be patient with her, take it slow, but that would only happen if she told him she was a virgin, admitted she had lied to him.
She swallowed her panic as he approached, her head screamed at her, “Tell him! Tell him now!” and then his lips were on hers and no words could escape. This time his kiss was fiercer, she was his now, she had agreed to his terms and he was going to get his money's worth.
His tongue slid between her lips, and she yielded to him further, allowing him to taste her mouth. Her hands went to his shoulders, needing his strength to keep her on her feet, while her body responded in ways she never knew existed.
Consumed with liquid fire that spread through every part of her, Caroline clung to him. Her breasts ached to feel his hands on them, and her sex ached to be entered by him, to learn what it was to be his mate. As though it had always known how, her body responded. She felt as if she had lain dormant until he had entered her life. Now her body told him unequivocally she was his.
Jack read these signs, his kiss deepening, his tongue plundering her mouth while his hand found her breasts, stroking her through her clothes. She pressed forward, offering herself to him. Her hands wound around his neck, stroking his hair, drawing him to her. With a groan he bent down and picked her up, effortlessly carrying her to the stairs, his lips still locked with hers as he climbed them eagerly.
Reaching his bedroom he placed her on the bed, and lay beside her. His hands almost tearing the clothes from her body. Once her shirt was undone he reached behind her and undid her bra, and she gasped at the touch of his hands on her naked flesh. Kneading her soft plump breasts and drawing his fingers across her nipples he made her writhe in ecstasy.
At last he broke their kiss, and he sucked her nipple into his warm wet mouth, rolling his tongue over the stiff peak. Her back arched, it was the most incredible thing she had ever felt and she never wanted him to stop. One breast was tortured by his mouth, the other massaged in his large warm hand, his fingers tugging her taut nipple until she thought she would lose her mind.
After several wonderful minutes he stopped, and pulled away from her. Standing he undressed, taking his time, allowing her to watch him. First he removed his jacket, and then slowly removed his tie, before unbuttoning his shirt. When he slid it off she found herself licking her lips, longing to taste his bronzed skin, to feel the hair on his chest tickle her mouth.
His hand went down to his belt, and he pulled it through the loops on his pants, draping it over the bed, reminding her of his demand for complete obedience. However, when his pants dropped to the floor and she was confronted by his stiff hard length everything else left her mind. He stood proud and erect. Caroline had never seen a man like this, so confident and sure. Not for the first time she was afraid of what he planned to do with her.
Jack knelt on the bed beside her, and soon all of her clothes were gone too, discarded in a heap on the floor with his. She was exposed to him, to his eyes and his hands, and his mouth. He slid between her thighs and his tongue licked her along the length of her slit, tasting her intimately for the first time.
When she tried to stop him he pressed his hands against her thighs to make her stay open for him. He sucked and licked her clit, driving her towards an earth shattering climax. She cried out when his tongue slid inside her, probing her tight sex before returning to her sensitive nub making it throb.
She writhed under this exquisite onslaught, wanting him to continue, but almost having to beg him to stop, his touch too much for her. However, Jack Greystone had no intention of stopping until he taught her the meaning of pleasure, his thumb pushing against the entrance of her sex while his tongue lapped at her clit.
His expert hands and mouth pushed her over the edge, her sex throbbing and pulsing in release. He was unrelenting, driving her higher and higher until she cried out, begging him to stop while her body trembled as her orgasm consumed her.
He released her, kissing her thighs before saying, “I’m sure I can chase all thoughts of other men from your mind. By the time I’ve finished with you tonight you will only want me, Kim.”
Kim! His words shook her to the core; this was a lie, all of it. Perhaps she wasn’t his mate after all, maybe Kim was, this was all a terrible mistake. She had to tell him, but she struggled to think straight, the effects of her climax draining her senses.
“Now, you’ve had a taste of pleasure, I think it’s time we consummated our deal properly. I am going to fuck you like no man ever has,” he said, moving to lie between her thighs.
“No!” she said, finally finding her voice and trying to push him away.
He used his weight to hold her down, his hands grabbing her wrists and pushing them away to be held firmly above her head. “We made a deal, Kim. Don’t try to get out of it, I told you I expected you to submit to me completely, and now it’s time.”
She struggled against him, tears pricking her eyes; she had to make him understand. “Please, you don’t understand, I’m not Kim. I’m sorry, I lied.”
His head snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat at the look of savage lust on his face. He fought to control himself, taking deep breaths before he spoke, his voice cold. “Lying is not going to get you out of this.”
“I’m not lying, Kim is my sister.”
His body relaxed a little, but his grip on her wrists remained painfully tight. “Your sister? So you are like two peas in a pod, both willing to bed a Greystone to get what you want? I can’t believe I fell for it. But I don’t care, we made a deal, and as your mate I’m willing to overlook a simple lie.”
He moved again, and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her sex.
“Please, please not like this.”
“Don’t worry, you will enjoy it, I promise.” He pushed forward, and she felt him breach her outer lips.
“Please, don’t. Not like this.”
Jack Greystone looked at her again; taking in her tear stained face, and breathed in her fear. “As experienced woman you should enjoy being taken like this.”
“I’m not experienced.”
“Are you trying to tell me this is your first time?”
“Yes,” she said, a sob breaking in her throat. “I’m sorry I lied.” She sobbed again, feeling ashamed of what she had done, how she had tried to fool him.
His hands released her wrists, and as she broke down and wept, telling him how sorry she was, he gathered her into his arms and cradled him to his chest. A shuddering sigh escaped him, which she thought was relief. In this whole mixed up mess she felt comforted by Jack Greystone, more than she ever deserved.
Chapter Two
They lay together in silence, Caroline unable to speak, and thankful that Jack didn’t press her for an explanation. He seemed content to hold her, stroking her back to soothe away her pain. It was the only time she could remember being with someone who didn’t need or want something from her, he allowed her to simply be.
Gradually she calmed down, and at some point she fell asleep in his arms. Even then she felt protected by him; nothing could hurt her while he was there. When she woke again it was not yet morning. Jack was still there beside her, and as she listened to his deep breathing she thought he must be asleep.
Caroline desperately needed the bathroom,
but she had no idea where it was. Carefully she got up, and tried to find her clothes, but in the dark all she came across was his shirt, so she slipped it on. Comforted by his scent, she headed for one of the doors leading off the bedroom, and struck lucky.
Going in she closed the door behind her before switching the light on, not wanting to wake him. She avoided the mirror, not wanting to see the mess she undoubtedly was. After washing her hands she went out quietly, standing for a moment by the side of the bed, unsure what to do.
If she was ever going to have a chance at escaping this was it. She could grab her clothes and get out of there, find a way of getting past the security gate, and head home on the next plane.
Yet his kindness towards her when she admitted her lie had been genuine, and the need for him still resounded through her body. If she ran away from him now she would spend her whole life with this hanging over her unresolved. She closed her eyes and cursed her complicated life, and moved back towards the bed, sliding beneath the sheets and into his arms.
“I thought you were going to run out on me.” His words made her jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said drawing her close to him.
“I thought about it,” she replied honestly.
“Why didn’t you?” he asked, pushing himself up on one elbow to look at her.
“It seemed the wrong thing to do. I figured I owed you an explanation.”
“That the only reason?”
She wondered if he could see her blushing in the dim light. “I don’t know.”
“Let me try and explain it. You know there is a connection between us, and I don’t mean business. There is a bond that you felt the moment you saw me.”
“It’s crazy. But then this whole thing is crazy, thinking I could come here and pass myself off as my sister. I’m so sorry.” She was trying so hard not to cry.
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