Morgan, Nicole - Sweet Vengeance [Sweet Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Nicole Morgan

  He swung the door open and screamed, “What?”

  Chelsea stared up at him with wide eyes. Her mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.

  Adam looked at her, watched as her bottom lip quivered. It looked so plump and inviting, like it was just begging for him to nibble on it. His eyes dropped to her chest as he watched her take a deep and nervous breath. He stared as her nipples hardened underneath her cotton T-shirt.

  His eyes darted back up to hers, and he saw her confusion. She was aroused, scared, and not sure what to do, all feelings that he could relate to very well. Studying her expression, he looked into her hazel eyes. The green and amber danced amongst the darker brown, and he swore that they called out to him. His cock swelled and began to throb with the need to touch her.

  “Adam?” she quietly whispered.

  Adam stared up at her. Any desire he thought he saw in her moments ago came nowhere near what he saw now. The way she had just whispered his name and pleaded with him made the blood flow all the faster as he thought of nothing more than sinking inside of her. Without thought or consequence, he grabbed her and pulled her in the house.

  Chapter 6

  Chelsea was about to scream in shock when he flew her body against the back of the door and covered her mouth with his, silencing any sounds that tried to escape.

  She was stunned and unsure of what to do as he pinned her against the door. His hard body pressed up against hers in an almost painful attack. She was about to reach her hands up and push his shoulders away when he slid his tongue in her mouth and used it to begin stroking hers.

  A heat flared from her womb and shot out to every nerve ending in her body. Twice today, he had made her feel a little tingly and aware of his presence, but nothing like this.

  She felt his hands roam up the sides of her hips. His large fingers wrapped around her waist and pulled her even closer than they already were. The heat she once felt from his initial touch was now a fire burning out of control. She could feel her wetness as it seeped from her insides to coat her panties.

  What was she doing? This was crazy. She had to stop him. She was going to stop him, she…oh, God. Just as she had the thought, he slid his tongue out of her mouth and down the side of her neck, biting gently on the tender flesh between that and her shoulder. She had always been sensitive there. She was aroused to be kissed there, but the way his teeth were gently scraping against her skin was causing tiny volcanic eruptions to race through her. Jesus, she wanted him. Why, she had no idea, but the things that he was doing to her were driving her insane with lust. The deep hue of his chocolate eyes had little flecks of gold around the irises, causing her to think of caramel and how sweet it tasted.

  “Adam…please…” she whispered into his ear.

  “Take off your pants.” His curt demand did nothing to diminish her need to feel his body inside of hers.

  Staring into his eyes, she did exactly as he told her to. She slid the denim down her thighs and wiggled them down her calves. Once down to her ankles, she stepped out of each leg and kicked them aside. She licked her lips nervously and waited for what would happen next.

  How had she gone from knocking on his door to check on him after hearing a scream to standing before him in a T-shirt and panties? She breathed deep and heavy as he studied her and slowly undid the snap to his jeans. She thought he was going to take her right there up against the door when he grabbed her hand and led her to the back of his house.

  She went with him silently, wanting to stop herself, knowing this was not her, not who she was, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. The heat from his hand alone was driving her crazy.

  When they got to the bedroom, she wasn’t surprised when he threw her down on the bed and covered her with his large body. His savage and rough behavior seemed to dictate such dominance.

  He brought his mouth down to hers again, only this time, he nibbled on her bottom lip, treating it as though it was a small treat. The sensation of his teeth gently nipping at her was something she hadn’t experienced before. She wasn’t sure if she liked it or not and almost pulled away from the unusual feeling when she felt his large hands spread her thighs apart.

  She moaned at the forcefulness in which he did it. How could she like it so rough and fast? She should stop him, put an end to this craziness, but just as the idea entered her mind, she felt his denim-covered hardness rub against her already enflamed sex.

  His rocking against her body was causing the wetness in her panties to spread. She was sure he could feel it. Despite the fact that he was wearing jeans, she felt soaked with need for him. The thought that he could feel that and know what she wanted embarrassed her.

  She was shocked when he abruptly got off of her and walked toward his closet. She couldn’t see what he was doing at first. He seemed to just be standing there looking at the door. Suddenly, he slammed it and turned toward her.

  She saw something then. His eyes had changed, if only a little. She found herself slightly scared of what she saw in them. Again, though, she found that she was frozen, defenseless to act against his impenetrable gaze.

  At first, she thought he was coming toward her, but instead, he reached for his bedside table and opened the top drawer. She watched in surreal awareness as he pulled out a condom and threw it on the bed beside her.

  “Finish getting undressed,” he told her.

  She wanted to stop. She wanted to tell him to go to hell and ask him who the hell he thought he was ordering her to do such an intimate thing, but instead, she found herself sitting up on the edge of the bed and doing exactly as he told her.

  They watched each other as each of them removed their clothing, both of them removing their T-shirts at the same time. She almost made an audible gasp as she took in the sight of his taut, muscled chest and abdomen. His arms were long and flush with muscle and seemed to flex involuntarily as he reached down and began to work his zipper until it was completely undone.

  Chelsea stared as he brought his jeans down his thighs and pushed them all the way off, stepping out of them. She waited in anticipation as he slid his fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs. The hardness that was lying beneath the cotton didn’t do the true size of him justice. She realized her imagination hadn’t even been close in estimation as she stared at his cock when it sprang free from his shorts. Never in all of her life had she ever seen one so mesmerizing.

  Adam concentrated on her eyes as he stepped out of his constraining jeans and briefs. It was amazing to him how much she gave away in the depths of those multiple colors.

  He stepped toward her and cupped her chin in his hand. “You look so sweet, sugar.”

  He waited to see if her lust turned to anger, wanting to know if she could be baited. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he felt the need to dominate her, control her in every way, so he tested her boundaries of control and was pleased to see that when she was aroused, she had no limits, just needs.

  He smiled at her and slid his hands down her shoulders and around to her back, all the while looking deeply into her hazel eyes. When he found the small clasp that held her bra in place, he undid it with one swift motion. Slowly, he slid the straps forward and down her arms.

  His mouth watered when he saw her plump mounds of beauty, topped with a deep red nipple that pointed out to him in invitation. Her skin, a creamy porcelain color, stood out in contrast to the redness of the hardened nubs.

  Adam dropped to his knees before her and took one of those little invitations in his mouth and sucked on it with a fierce pressure. He heard her make a sound of alarm and delight at the roughness in which he was pulling on her with mere suction at the same time that his tongue laved at the sweet center.

  With his other hand, he palmed and squeezed the erect centers until he felt her writhing up against him. He removed his hand and dipped it below her panties. He groaned at the feel of her soaked panties and cursed when he felt how hot she was.

  Instantly and without warning, he push
ed her back on the bed and lifted her hips. With absolutely no finesse or pretense, he pulled her panties down her legs until he was able to fling them across the room.

  She was spreading her legs to accommodate him, but before she could, he pushed her legs back and into her chest. The pressure of the forceful position made her vulnerable, exposed, and so damn sexy.

  He slid into her body in a swift, fluid motion. Adam felt the moist heat of her surround him the second he slid into her tight slit. She was more than ready for him, but the snug fit of her small body as it wrapped around him sent him over the edge of reason.

  Without consideration for anyone but himself, he began slamming into her over and over again, looking for release in the most essential way, needing to have an outlet for this raging fire that burned inside him.

  If fucking away his anger was the way to do it, then so be it. So, he continued to do just that. He pushed her legs roughly against her chest and took her fast and hard. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long.

  He looked down at her and saw her eyes widen in both fear and excitement. He knew she liked it. That much was obvious from the way her hips were moving in unison with his, matching his thrusts. She was scared, though, unsure of herself.

  Adam reached down and flicked his thumb against her clit. He watched in fascination as she jolted and arched her body to meet him even more. He did it again, only this time, he didn’t stop. He applied pressure and rubbed his thumb over the tiny button, all the while pumping into her tight channel.

  He felt her insides begin to tremble before he caught the awareness on her face. She was climbing fast. Needing to make her come, he began to fuck her with an intensity he didn’t even know he possessed. He tried to drive deeper and harder with every plunge into her tiny body. Then he felt it, the sweet seduction of a woman’s orgasm, which only coaxed him into his own.

  Chelsea was stunned by both the pleasure and the pain of his size. Did it hurt? Did it feel good? She was confused and unsure as she felt him pumping in and out of her. She wanted so badly to stop him, but the truth of the matter was it did feel good. It felt so good to feel the length of him stroking her inner walls over and over again at such a rapid pace.

  She was on fire. The friction of his thumb rubbing and flicking against her clit combined with the depths to which he was reaching made her insane with lust. A feeling of euphoric pleasure unlike anything she had ever known took over and possessed her entire body as she exploded in orgasm.

  Grabbing onto Adam’s shoulders, she held on tight and screamed as she felt the rippling pleasure shoot through her body. She felt the proof of her pleasure pour from inside her and wrap around Adam as he continued to take her so savagely, causing wet slurping sounds to surround them.

  Chelsea was vaguely aware of him shouting and arching his back, driving into her deeper. She felt him swell inside her as his cock pulsed with his own release.

  They lay there motionless, exhausted from what they just had done. Adam’s large body was covering Chelsea’s, and their ragged breathing played together in rhythmic panting.

  She kept thinking she should push him off of her, but she couldn’t find the energy to move. Had she ever had such an intense orgasm before? The levels of arousal he had taken her to were foreign to her. She had enjoyed sex in the past, but never with such intensity.

  She was in complete awe of his body. The beautiful, chiseled look of his muscles, the way they flexed and hardened with his movements. She had tried to swallow a lump forming in her throat as he slid the condom on.

  It wasn’t until he pulled up and off of her that she even realized he was still inside her. She lay there for a moment looking up at him, their eyes locked together as he braced his arms on either side of her head, holding his weight off of her but not releasing himself from their intimate connection.

  She wanted to say something, anything to cure the anxiety that was filling her. What had she just done? She didn’t have encounters like this. He must think she was some kind of a slut for allowing him to take her so savagely without even as much as a single protest.

  She didn’t know what to do or how to act, and she wished desperately he would stop staring at her with those deep chocolate-brown eyes of his that seemed to hypnotize her, leaving her decision-making out of her control.

  Chapter 7

  Still inside her, he told himself to get up, to move and disconnect their bodies. He couldn’t find the energy or the will to do so, though. Even after he came, he still couldn’t ignore the powerful sensation of having her wet heat surround him.

  With an oath of regret, he pushed himself off of her, cringing in annoyance at the separation he felt from leaving her tight channel. Standing up and over her, he wanted to climb back down on the bed and slide back inside her, seeking her warmth.

  Not sure what to say, he walked toward the bathroom and removed his condom. He flushed it down the toilet and turned, looking at himself in the mirror. A feeling of disgust washed over him. Had he just cheated on Ally? She was dead and gone, in his past, with no chance of returning, but should he be allowed to have and find pleasure elsewhere?

  A feeling of dread filled him. He didn’t. There was no way he deserved to feel even a moment of happiness or pleasure. Not after Ally had died because of him. With regret, he walked back out to the bedroom to find her still lying there, shock covering her face as she stared back at him.

  “You need to leave.” He knew he sounded like an asshole, but he had to. If he allowed her to stay for one more second, he was going to crawl in between her creamy thighs and feast on the juices he saw glistening in her pussy.

  He forced himself to turn away from her when he saw the embarrassment of his crude dismissal hit her. He didn’t want to hurt her. It wasn’t his choice, though. He made his decision over a year ago, and he would have to live with the consequences.

  With his back to her, he put his clothes back on and heard her rustle with her own clothing as she got dressed. Once he was fully clothed, he grabbed his keys and left his bedroom. Not looking back at her, he left his house, got in his Shelby, and drove like a bat out of hell.

  Chelsea stood there, nearly fully dressed, in dismay as he left the room without so much as a word. She sunk to the edge of the bed and fought the tears that wanted so desperately to show themselves.

  What was wrong with her? What had she done? What kind of a woman was she?

  After several moments of self-reflection, she got up and walked out of his bedroom, and glancing back at the rumpled sheets and bedcover, she winced at the sight of the large, wet stain that she had left in the middle of the bed.

  Thoroughly disgusted with herself, she ran through his house and out the front door. She stopped short just when she was about to reach the front porch, realizing that anyone could see her. Scanning the surrounding houses and front yards, she didn’t see anyone she knew, so she darted across the two yards, and with a slam of her door, she was safely inside.

  She was numb. Numb to what she had done, who she was, and what she had become. Slowly, as if in a trance, she took the stairs one at a time to her bedroom.

  Entering the master bath, she reached in her shower and set it to the hottest setting she could handle. She refused to look at herself in the mirror as she removed her clothes. She was still in disbelief over what she had just done, what she had allowed him to do.

  Naked of everything but her shame, she stepped in the shower and jolted at the steamy water as it hit her skin. The unbearable stinging in her eyes wouldn’t give up or go away. Knowing it was inevitable, she gave in to them, allowing the tears to flow freely as her memories from the past twenty minutes when she had come to his door to check on him flashed through her mind like a motion picture.

  Sobs ripped from her throat, and she slid her body down to the tile floor. Holding her knees to her chest, she held her body, rocked back and forth, and admonished herself for her reprehensi
ble behavior.

  Never again would she let another man use her and humiliate her. Hadn’t that been her promise to herself just two months ago? Yet here she was, sitting on the floor of her shower, hoping and praying that she could wash off the disgust she felt for herself at the way she had just behaved.

  An hour later, Chelsea put the finishing touches on her eye makeup, hoping that it would hide her puffy, red eyes. She studied her reflection, and while she thought she did a pretty good job, she had no doubt that Colleen Bristow would recognize the signs for what they were and know that she had spent part of her evening crying.

  Deciding there wasn’t much more she could do to hide the evidence, she placed her makeup back in her cosmetics bag and made her way downstairs.

  While walking across the street, she couldn’t help but notice that Adam’s Shelby Mustang was still not in the driveway. This was something she already knew anyway, seeing as how the engine was so loud and could be heard above anything else, but she still found her eyes wandering there to his driveway just to be sure.

  Approaching the front door, she turned at the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Getting off was a man who wasn’t short but, for a man’s standards, wasn’t exactly tall either. Average would be a term best to describe the man who was walking toward her in tight-fitting jeans and a form-fitting T-shirt that showed off his lean, muscled torso.

  With a smile, the man whom she knew from seeing him before to be Cullen Bristow Jr. walked up the front steps and stood directly in front of her.

  “Can I help you?” he asked her in what she thought was a surprisingly deep voice in comparison to his small size.

  “No, thank you. I’m Chelsea.” She held out her hand to his and waited for him to shake hers. “I was joining your parents for dinner tonight. I live right across the street over there in the blue house.”

  A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth. “Ah…now I get it.”