Enthralled: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  “Just hold me, please.” No words could describe what was going on between us, and I sure as hell didn’t want to decipher it.

  “I’m sorry for letting you down. I swear it won’t happen again,” he reassured as we got lost in our embrace, lost in the spell that once held us together. I reveled in his smell, his body heat, and being with him again. “Everyone’s drunk; why don’t you stay with me tonight?” he asked softly as he smelled my newly washed hair.

  What time was it, anyway? If I agreed to stay, would he behave like a gentleman?

  “Don’t you have that shoot in a few hours?”

  “I do, but can you stay, anyway? I know it’s asking a lot. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  “If I wake up before you get back, I won’t prolong my stay.”

  That brought a smile to his face. “Fair enough.”

  So, we danced, bewitched as nostalgia engulfed us. Time ceased to exist. And when the song ended, we ended up cuddling like it was the most normal thing in the world. Shutting down my mind, I relished the moment as my nose pressed against his neck while his arms secured around my hips.

  “This feels like the old days, doesn’t it? I’ve missed this,” he murmured, lulling me into submission.

  Enveloped in his arms, I had forgotten how it felt to feel secured, all the strains and troubles of the world a distant memory. This … This sense of being present, of living in the moment, was all that mattered to me.

  River always gave me security, a home. He was my sanctuary through the storm. And I could admit that I could easily fall back into the old routine. However, my pride wouldn’t let me stoop to that level of pathetic-ness.

  Falling in love with River would end me. I wouldn’t let myself go down that hellish path, even if my heart was pulling its might that way. It was calling out for him, but I was headstrong and resolute. He wasn’t going to make a fool out of me twice. Once was enough.

  Looking up at his face, I felt a twinge of regret, of helplessness, and a sense of loss. The once bright future we had once dreamed of all gone.

  He stared at me as if in awe, gaze filled with wonderment and yearning. I didn’t know what came over me, but I brought my lips to his, brushing them slowly, cautiously, before pulling back. Call it absentmindedness or a moment of madness, but it had felt right.

  “Goodnight,” I mumbled before pulling away.

  “Oh, no. Fuck the goodnight. Come here,” he groaned out before hastily rolling me on my back, pinning me before ravishing my lips as he effortlessly situated his rock-hard body on top of mine. Ready to conquer. Set to obliterate.

  “Fuck …” I whimpered at the magnificent feel of him dominating me. There was nothing like a commanding man. He was so unbelievably skilled I melted as he stroked and cupped whatever he wanted. He fevered my body.

  For hours, I had ached for this, and now that I was getting a taste of him, my body wasn’t letting up. My legs parted to accommodate him as our kiss deepened. I was so horny that I began rubbing my pussy against his hardened cock over his briefs.

  “God, River, how can you feel so fucking good?” I never remembered it like this—where I was out of control like a frenzied woman who hadn’t been touched for centuries. Our hunger brought us to this pinnacle of combustible energy. It felt unhinged. Uncontrollable. Unstoppable.

  “Touch me, Cara,” he implored, fiercely tugging at my nipple and extracting a harsh sound from me.

  I sought below as I pushed his boxers off his thighs. My avaricious hand eagerly sought out to stroke his thick, silky length, and I shivered upon the impassioned contact. Had he always been this massive? I remembered us making love, but hell … I had forgotten how his colossal size achieved to fit inside of me. Parker had a decently sized member, but this … this was Armageddon proportion.

  “Jerk it hard, baby,” he grunted between kisses before hissing my name in vain as I obliged him, trying to balm my worries from his immense size and concentrate on pleasuring him.

  While one hand busied and focused itself on his length, the other stroked his scrotum, tugging, massaging to his delight. River began to thrust, hitting my clit with the tip of his fat cock. The more he did so, the more essence my pussy secreted, lubricating his cock further.

  The exquisite sensation made me sob against his lips. I was delirious, out of my mind with need. He was relentless, merciless, as he began to fuck my sensitized clitoris. The motion made me heady and ready to be ravaged by him. All of my inhibitions flew out the window, and all I could focus on was the sweet, mind-inducing, visceral experience he was bestowing me.

  “Want this cock to fuck your sweet cunt, Cara?” he grunted as he slid his length through my moistened folds.

  Holy gigantic cock! My nails dug into his shoulder as he carried on his sweet torture. “You’re fuck—” I screeched when the pressure of the swollen head pushed against my entrance, partially impaling me. My mind went blank and all senses honed in on the sweet constriction that strained to stretch my wet channel. I began panting, almost panicking at the maddening feel of him throbbing. “I don’t think it’s going to fit,” I rushed out, heaving in protest. That monstrous thing would be the death of me.

  River paused before tenderly lifting his face to scrutinize mine. “How’s that even possible, Cara. You’ve been sexually active,” he stated in disbelief before trying to read my contorted expression.

  He had no idea. Yeah, I did have sex … once, just once in two long years. But I wasn’t going to undermine his claim. That would make it seem like I had been pining for him.

  “Maybe you’re just too big, River. Not every guy has a porn star dick like you do.”

  He snickered before briefly kissing my lips. “Or maybe you’re just too nervous,” he whispered in my ear, hot breath teasing my skin and making my nipples harden. “Close your eyes, relax, and let me pleasure you.” He trailed his lips downward until he reached the sacred spot he used to worship. “God, you smell and feel the same. Just like a fucking petal. Sweet, silky, and just fucking beautiful,” he breathed out before letting the tip of his tongue flicker against my tender nub.

  My fingers dug into the sheet as I tried to hinder myself from screaming. “River,” I moaned in delighted frustration. My body came alive, and I was too overwhelmed to know what to do. Had I always been this responsive? Good God, my body was on fire while free falling at the same time. I wanted to scream, scratch, and then scream some more.

  “Baby,” I sobbed in agony when I felt his finger dip into my core as I continually secreted juices for him to lavish and devour on.

  I deliberately lifted my hips for a short reprieve, but he was hell-bent on torturing me, forcefully flattening his palm against the top of my mound, grounding me into the mattress to constrict my movement, making me endure the onslaught of what his digit had to offer.

  The rapid impact of his finger rubbing against my G-spot sent me into a deep spiral of defenselessness. My body bucked and screamed for mercy as the hot wave of an orgasm sent me into a quivering mess.

  Hot tears prickled the backs of my eyes as I rode the surge of electricity shuddering through my body. It was no wonder I was once addicted to this kind of drug. It was potent, raw, and intoxicating.

  “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you, Cara.” There was a smile to his voice as he left soft trails of kisses against my body before reaching my neck then slowly making love to my lips.

  I was too dazed from the whole ordeal that it took me a moment to respond back to his kisses, and when I did, in the very depths of my soul, it reminded me that this was where I belonged … with the man I had grown to hate.

  “River …” I whimpered as I felt his cock nudge my entrance again. But this time, he carefully entered me without hindrance, gradually inching himself inside my wet core. He was halfway in when he couldn’t prod farther.

  He took a deep breath to calm himself before he cupped my cheek. “Do you trust me?”

  I knew he was going to do the deed
, and it felt like I was that young virgin again, ready to give herself to the man she loved.

  “I do. But this doesn’t change a thing, River.” This was sex, not love or reconciliation. I had to get that out there, just in case he thought otherwise.

  His depths darkened before I felt his powerful hand grapple the side of my hips. “I love you. Nothing you say or do will ever fucking change that.” He then withdrew his cock and thrusted back into my pussy with such potent force I cried out in pain and pleasure. I felt it scrape against the opening of my cervix.

  He was beyond consumed with lust, pacing himself before taking my lips once more.

  “I love you,” he grunted in vain as he slid in and out of my wetness, stretching me wide. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve fucked. My heart’s still yours.”

  He had this whole spiel while I was going through another wave of orgasm. How in the world did he expect me to rebut that?

  River kept murmuring words, but nothing registered, too overwrought with the copious amount of back to back orgasms before he finally reached his.

  “Cara, baby, I’m coming inside you.”

  He screamed my name as he came inside my womb, the experience so profoundly intense and so mind numbing that, by then, I was literally a breath away from blackening out.

  “Sweet dreams, my little petal.” He kissed my forehead before tucking me around his body. We fitted like a glove.

  A soft smile played across my lips before sleep took me into its warm embrace.

  Chapter Twelve

  I had no dreams; no nightmares to speak of. My body felt sated, floating, unburdened, all my worries gone, a foreign feeling.

  Where was I? The question bubbled from my foggy brain as my eyes slowly peeled open. The brightness of the room made my head spin a little. The room was unfamiliar. And why was it so bright? It took a good minute or two before my sight became accustomed to it. Then I realized I was naked in bed with barely any sheet to cover my most intimate parts. I groaned as I rolled onto my side. And then it hit me. Hard.

  Last night.

  River.

  “Damn.” Images of us rutting like some sex-starved idiots flashed before me. I could still feel him throbbing inside my pussy, pushing his way into my body. God the size. How in the world did I survive? “Damn,” I stated again in pure and utter disbelief.

  Recalling last night’s events left me wanting. I wasn’t sure how that was possible since I remembered how he had woken me up before leaving to shoot the commercial hours ago.

  River had whispered into my ear, apologizing for taking me again and how he couldn’t stop himself. What was most shocking was the fact that I had actually told him he could take as much as he wanted. Hopefully, he didn’t take that invitation too seriously.

  Sex had never been better, but for us to continuously do this … Well, I wasn’t sure I was ready to face the ramification that arrangement would entail. It was too much too soon.

  What time was it? I groaned in frustration as I tried to get up and felt the immediate sting between my legs. And right on cue, I felt his semen slowly trickle out.

  “That’s what you get for being such an uptight horn-ball,” I muttered to myself as I pedaled toward the bathroom to wash and freshen myself up.

  Once the tedious task was done, I plucked up the shirt he had lent me last night that lay abandoned on the floor before darting out the door.

  The entire place was silent. Did Anton and Kells leave already? Apart from the distant echoes of the traffic below, there was no other sound.

  My eyes scoured for my purse. Where had I left it last night? I couldn’t recall. Well, the sex bit I vividly remembered, but apart from that, the recollection was sparse.

  I had no phone, no money, and had no means to get home. Now what?

  There should be a house phone somewhere. Maybe I could call Anton or Kells to come get me, if they weren’t hungover enough.

  I trailed toward the kitchen when I heard the sound of the key unlatching the door. Paralyzed on the spot, my throat bobbed as I peered toward the entrance as it gradually opened and in came River with a dashing smile, donning simple jeans and a white shirt. I had never seen a more gorgeous sight.

  My heart skipped a beat as I watched him stride toward me.

  “If the guys were here, I wouldn’t be comfortable with you walking around with just my shirt, naked underneath it.” He laughed before placing a few paper bags down on the counter. He then spun around to cup my face and gave me the most sensual kiss, unhurried and thorough. The kind that momentarily erased the past. “I brought some essentials.”

  My ears perked up before my sense of smell finally kicked in. Food.

  I could smell the divinity of the food. Too much late-night activities had made me beyond ravenous.

  “It’s your favorite—waffles and fried chicken.” He winked at me before guiding me toward one of the kitchen stools for me to station my butt. Then he pulled out two large boxes full of hot, yummy goodies. His smile reached his ears before he gestured to feed me. “Time to feed your grumbling tummy.”

  “How’d you know it’s grumbling?”

  “In all the years I’ve known you, you never said no to food.”

  Damn, I was little miss Hoover. “Gee, thanks for that. I was just recently chastised about my eating habit and how I should ‘tame it’ or no agency will hire me.”

  “You’re a fucking goddess, Cara. Don’t let anyone fuck with your head like that. That’s pure bullshit.”

  He was being too generous. Goddess, I surely wasn’t.

  He threw me a confounded look, as if he could read my mind. “Woman, do you look at yourself in the mirror? You were gorgeous when I met you at eleven, but now …” He took a deep breath. “Now you’re just … well, breathtaking and absolutely lethal.”

  I coughed, almost spitting out my food. It was endearing, but he was going way overboard with compliments.

  “Okay, now we can definitely establish you’re crazy.”

  Brushing hair off my cheek before securing it behind my ear, he gazed at me with love in his eyes. “You’ve always downplayed how beautiful you are. It’s what I’ve always loved about you … Always so modest. And even now, you’re still grounded and down to earth.”

  “So are you.”

  “Aren’t we quite the pair?” He chuckled before taking a bite off the waffles.

  River was perfect. The unwelcomed thought that popped out of the blue almost choked me as my eyes honed in on his luscious lips eating, chewing. And if my mind kept straying this route, I’d be in more trouble than I already was. Shrugging, I tried to play it cool by intending to resort back to safe territory. “How was the shoot?”

  “It went great. I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be doing any reshoots.” He did a commercial for one of the leading cell phone carriers in the US. It was a major deal.

  “I could kiss you for this,” I sighed before taking another bite off his fork.

  Setting the fork down, he slid my stool toward him before setting me right between his legs and cupping my face. “I’d take more than a kiss …” he muttered before taking my lips, slowly kissing me before the pace deepened.

  As the seconds ticked by, we became consumed with each other while his hand busied itself by searching between my parted thighs.

  There was no denying it; I wanted him again. But after last night’s ordeal, I was sore. Even still, my pussy became wet the moment he kissed me.

  “You can’t …” Parting from his kiss, I gave him a sheepish look. “Nothing will fit even if you try.”

  “Swollen?” His brow rose before that gorgeous smile flashed, his notorious thumb finding my sweet button, circling it slowly and arousing me to surrender to his ministrations.

  “Very.” Out of breath, I began to bite my lip as I tried to hold back a moan. “River …” I closed my eyes as my lips parted, panting as my senses honed in on the sensation he was weaving for me.

  “You’re
making me so fucking hard,” he groaned, losing control before he surprised me by plucking me off my stool and placing me on the marbled countertop with my legs parted for his viewing pleasure. “My turn to eat, my beautiful Cara.” He situated himself on the stool once more then dipped his head to satiate his appetite. His tongue was on a roll, literally, heedlessly.

  Food definitely forgotten, I screamed, moaned, and begged for him to release my body from sweet torture.

  “River, please—”

  And just like that, he liberated my body from its agony and granted me an earthshattering release.

  Completely dazed, I tried to level my elbow so I could properly see him smugly beaming at me. “You’re so naughty,” I huffed out, feeling lightheaded from the torment he put me through.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t resist.” He slid my still parted body toward his before slowly lifting my face so he could thoroughly kiss me. “Did I tell you how much I love you today?”

  Oh, the man had a way of showing me just how much. This was the old River I knew—insatiable and unfailingly generous lover.

  “Where are you taking me?” I mumbled as he began to carry me over his shoulder.

  He playfully connected his large hand to my butt cheek. “I’m taking you upstairs, my love. And if you think I’m going to have sex with you … Well, I’ll prove you wrong. I just want to be with you before I leave.”

  As swollen as I was, a part of me was disappointed that he didn’t want to have sex. I mean, after he woke my body, I wasn’t ready to let it rest just yet. Not that I would openly suggest otherwise.

  Once we reached the stairs landing, he proceeded to take me into his bedroom, situating me in the middle of his haphazard bed. Instead of joining me, though, he strode toward the opposite side of the room, where I suspected his walk-in closet was located.

  “One sec,” he said before completely disappearing from my view. After a loud thud and some shuffling, he reemerged with a large, white, thick envelope.

  “What’s that? A sexual contract?” I teased.