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by Love, Lust

  He sucked in a breath so hard and fast, for a second, she thought he might choke on it.

  The firelight played across her skin as an accomplice in her seduction. She had the flawless skin and the type of body a man craved, she’d heard it all her life and she’d been photographed in every magazine in varying levels of dress as long as she could remember. Usually, she hated her body, felt like a prisoner to it, but tonight, she reveled in it and the pleasure it ignited in his dark stare.

  Running her tongue slowly over her bottom lip, she stepped closer, holding out her hand in invitation. When he reached up and grabbed it, allowing her to bring him to his feet, she felt frissons, sparks, and fireworks. She giggled while the excitement of it lingered along her spine. Slowly, she worked the buttons of his shirts, pushing the open ends off his shoulders.

  “You’re so...” She couldn’t find a word that fit.

  She licked her lips again, letting her gaze linger on the tanned skin and dark swirls of chest hair. His chest was ripped, his biceps a woman’s dream, and the dark hair that lightly dusted his skin, trying to hide flat, copper colored nipples, was masculine and sexy. She hadn’t realized how sick she was of shaved men. She couldn’t help but reach for it. The flat of her palms ran the surface slowly. The texture of course hair brushed her palms.

  “…incredible.”

  Her mouth took one of his nipples. Her tongue flicked it gently.

  She knew it didn’t feel the same for him as when her nipples were licked, but the moment had control of her and she just wanted to. She had no idea where she’d learned such things or how she’d suddenly become so bold; she just hoped this would mean he wouldn’t be disappointed in her when this was over.

  She couldn’t stand it if he were.

  For a moment, all the disappointing statements she’d heard all her life floated over her. Any man she ever even tried to date all wanted Ashley Williams—expected Ashley Williams—but all they ever got was her, and she apparently wasn’t a good enough substitute.

  A moment’s hesitation captured her. She pulled away, looked up into his eyes. What she saw startled her, desire, lust, raw need, but more, what she felt made it impossible to walk away. The memory of any other men rapidly slipped from her conscious.

  “I want you, Darius. I’m wet and achy with need.”

  She couldn’t believe how breathy she sounded, but it was worth it when she saw the flare of answer in his eyes. His hand reached for her, cupped her breast in his large palm, his thumb brushing her nipple, which instantly peaked for him. His hand was rough against her skin. It felt manly and…right.

  She waited, hoping he’d take the lead at this point because this was where it usually all fell apart for her. He stared back and she boldly refused to flinch. Her breathing was shaky. Her bottom lip succumbed to the pressure of her teeth, and she tasted a hint of blood where she’d bit down too hard.

  She wondered if she should ask him again—be more direct. Maybe he wanted foul language and crude references. She could do that if he needed it, but she had hoped this would be different with him. She opened her mouth to plead for his touch when, without a word, his mouth plundered hers with an out of control passion that consumed her.

  His tongue entered her, demanding not only her attention, but her submission, as well. His arms wrapped around her back, pressing her against him, flesh to flesh.

  She shivered.

  She reached between them to undo his pants, but he stopped her.

  “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

  He picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the sofa. Her breath snagged as he pulled the panties off her body, pressed her thighs open and stared at her intimately with raw lust burning deep in his eyes.

  “You’re wet and pink and glorious.”

  His voice cracked, and she noticed he had to catch his own breath for a second before he knelt before her. He slipped one finger deep inside her, groaning in his own pleasure. Without thought, she spread her legs farther, a second finger joined. This time, she moaned. She watched him, his stare fixed on his fingers as they fucked her and she coated him with her juices.

  The arousal fought with her nerves and she did everything in her power to let arousal win. Tonight was her night and she was going through with this, hell or high water.

  His mouth took her clit captive, sucking and licking as his fingers continued to fuck her hard and fast, leaving her breathless. His moans told her he enjoyed it as much as she was. When he stopped, his gaze traveled over her wet pussy. She arched up toward him, practically begging him to eat her some more. She wanted him badly and needed him worse. She began to worry seriously about blowing out brain cells.

  “Make me come, please, Darius.”

  “I intend to, baby.”

  His deep voice sent shivers over her naked body. As his tongue laved her and he added a third finger deep within her, it was too much, too intense, but at the same time she felt herself start to slip over the edge.

  He slid his unoccupied hand up along her hips, her waist, until it grabbed one breast roughly. He pinched her nipple as his mouth sucked her clit. Ashley had no choice but to answer his wordless command and come hard.

  Her eyes closed. Her body stiffened. She forgot to breathe. Every inch of her body felt the orgasm and despite that she felt foolish for reaching her breaking point so fast. She beckoned to the unrelenting demands of her body and let the feelings swallow her whole.

  As powerful as the orgasm was it subsided all too quickly and all she wanted to do now was curl up beside him and sleep for a year. Well, if she could even move and she wasn’t entirely certain yet that she could.

  “Feel good, baby?”

  “Mmmmmm.”

  Not necessarily very articulate, but then what could he expect after doing that to her body? She wasn’t sure she had any brain cells left.

  As she started to relax, her body regaining solid ground again, he nipped her clit. A gentle scraping with his teeth she hadn’t been expecting. She yelped. Then his tongue pressed down on the already sensitive area and faster than she could have done anything about it, she fell over the brink a second time, climaxing even harder as the second wave of ecstasy rode the edges of the first.

  She actually screamed, fisted her hands in his hair, aware she was probably hurting him, and cursed him when she heard his muffled laugh against her pussy.

  “Bastard!” As the climax began to wane, a soft smile befell her lips and she gentled her hold in his hair, softly pushing back that wayward lock from his forehead. “But a fucking talented one.”

  His eyes sparkled with mischief, then he licked her one more time before sliding his body up over hers. When he kissed her, she caught her own musky scent on his skin, her taste on his tongue as it swirled hers. His mouth treasured her. He moved his lips over her skin, branding her as his. She lay on the sofa, post climactic lethargy making her weak.

  He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, took her hand and made her play with the other nipple herself. Her French manicured nails flicked the nub, a little self consciously at first, but when his eyes did that flare thing again, she gave him a seductive smile and circled the areola, then slowly brought the tip of her nail up and over her sensitive and peaked nipple.

  “Fuck! You’re gonna make me come in my pants, Ashley.”

  He grabbed her hand, sucked one of her long fingers into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. He then took her hand and ran her finger between the lips of her labia, through her own juices. A shiver of orgasmic aftershock sliced through her when she hit her clit. Right before he could suck her finger back into his mouth, she pulled it away and sucked it into her own.

  His low groan turned suddenly into a growl that resonated through her heart. She’d never been this wicked or wanton before, but with Darius, she felt free to do or say anything. It was all safe with him, which was amazing and she wanted it to last forever.

  “Ashley, sweetheart?” She coul
d hear his fight for control in his tone. She smiled up innocently at him. “Would it be all right with you if I took you to bed now?”

  One side of her mouth slipped upward.

  “I believe I could live with that, Mr. Kiersen.” She extended her arm over her head. “Third floor, there’s only one room up there, can’t miss it.”

  She laughed as happiness swamped her heart. Darius blew out the candles, turned out the fire, and scooped her off the sofa, holding her close to his chest safe, protected, and secure. He wasn’t even breathless by the time they reached the third floor landing. The canopy bed was draped with lace and velvet and a ton of pillows rested on top. Darius placed her in the center, brushing the hair out of her eyes before standing and removing his pants.

  Ashley swallowed. She’d seen naked men before, never found them all that appealing to be honest, but right at this moment, she waited with great anticipation as Darius tortured her with the excruciatingly slow removal of his pants.

  When she realized he wore nothing beneath them, her mouth went suspiciously dry. Lit only by the moonlight flooding in through the large wall of windows, he was the perfect specimen of manly perfection.

  He climbed over her, a slight smirk playing on his lips, but she was lost to his eyes, which seemed raw and honest and possibly as lonely as her own.

  “I have to admit, sweetheart, I’ve never done this with an audience before.”

  Her brow furrowed, even as he laughed softly and nudged her ear with his nose.

  “The dolls. I feel like I’m being watched.”

  Embarrassment flooded her cheeks. She moved to get away and toss all the dolls in a closet or something, but he caught her firmly by the shoulders and pressed her into the deep mattress.

  “Are these from childhood, or are you a collector?”

  She shrugged. How did a woman tell a man that she had a baby doll obsession because she figured it was the only babies there would ever be in her life? He reached out and touched the lace collar of one lying in a cradle beside the bed. Ashley was mortified.

  “I must seem like I’m seven.”

  He pressed his cock hard against her thigh.

  “I hardly think so.”

  His incensed tone made her laugh, but she was still left feeling residually humiliated. She burrowed her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply of the citrus and spice scent there.

  “I like dolls. My mother always thought I was stupid, so since she never came up here, I put them all here. I can put them in the closet or something.”

  He snuggled down more naturally beside her. “I was just teasing you, sweetheart.” He held her cradled to his chest and kissed the top of her head. “Is it safe to assume then that I am the only man ever allowed up here?”

  She nodded against his chest, the hairs tickling her nose as she did.

  “This is like Cinderella’s little attic space, only with a multi-million dollar facelift.” He chuckled and she loved the warm sound as it trickled over her. “Please don’t tell me Jaq and Gus are around here somewhere.”

  It was her turn to laugh, and the effect washed away the last of her timorous feelings. She stirred, reaching for his cock with her hand, rubbing it before she rose atop him, straddling his body in a position that made her feel powerful and sexy.

  “No Jacques.” She ground her wet pussy against his quickly hardening cock. “No Gus.” She sat up straight, pushed her hair behind her shoulders and stared down into needy eyes. “Just you and me and about fifty-eight dolls.” She wrinkled her nose. “Creepy, huh?”

  Darius grabbed her waist and moved her aside. Reaching for his pants on the floor, she knew exactly what he was doing and waited with anticipation.

  “The dolls aren’t creepy.” He lay down and she watched him sheath himself with the condom. “Just unexpected.”

  Grabbing her waist again, he placed her back on top. This time, she allowed him to maneuver her until the tip of his penis nudged her opening.

  “Please, Darius.”

  She hated the way she sounded so needy. It made her feel vulnerable, but in a strange way, it also felt safe to be vulnerable with Darius. It was a strange feeling she wasn’t familiar with but liked a whole lot.

  “Sweetheart, you’re in charge here. Take what it is you want.”

  His dark words were powerful. They gave her a heady rush. Never in her life had she been in charge of anything. No other man had ever done more than take from her what they wanted. Darius gave. It was beautiful and special, and she intended to take it.

  Nervously, she tucked her hair behind her ears and licked her lips. “Really?” She tried but couldn’t hide the astonishment in her voice. He slipped one finger between her folds as she held herself atop him. Her thighs quivered, and for a second, she thought she might lose her balance and fall on him.

  “Really, sweetheart. Have your way with me, honey, but keep in mind,” his eyes grew even darker and his smile turned molten, “I get my turn later.”

  With that erotic promise ringing in her ears and causing her inner muscles to clench, she pushed aside all residual nerves and second thoughts about what she was doing and began to slide her pussy down over his cock.

  This was it, no turning back. With a deep breath, she impaled herself fully…and froze as the pain she’d been expecting was ten times worse as it ripped through her body.

  “Ashley?”

  “Yes?”

  Her answer was weak and timid. With her eyes squeezed shut against the pain, she was afraid to move.

  “What the fuck is going on here?”

  “Nothing. I’ll be fine in a sec. Just hang on.”

  Before she could process exactly what happened, he lifted her from his body and laid her flat on the mattress.

  Humiliation began to wash over her, the one thing she was trying to avoid. He was probably furious with her at this point. She expected he’d be leaving at any moment, but at least the way she figured it, she wasn’t technically a virgin anymore.

  Chapter 5

  Darius wasn’t sure what to do, what to think. On what planet was it possible that he just took Ashley Williams virginity?

  He looked down at her in the moonlight and his heart caught at the site. Eyes filled with unshed tears. All of a sudden, she was no more than a lost little girl in the body of a woman.

  He lay down beside her, pulled her close, and ran his hand through her hair.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Let’s start there.”

  She shrugged and pulled a small velvet throw over herself.

  “I figured you’d run. Plus, it’s my life now. There wasn’t anyone to stop me. I wasn’t afraid at any second my mother or Gabe, or some big goon they’d hired was going to show up and beat the crap out of you.”

  “Uh…” He ran a hand over the top his head, his head that was now throbbing trying to follow all this.

  She wiggled away from his and propped herself up on one elbow.

  “It’s my body now, my life, my choices. I get to decide, and freaking hell, Darius, I’m twenty-seven. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.

  “Did you know Gabe was gay?”

  Well, he planned on getting around to her marriage, but never in his life would he have gone there. He quickly recovered from the shock and cleared his throat.

  “No. I had no idea about that one.”

  “Yeah, no one knew. It’s why mother married me off to him and it’s why he took me—to protect his own image. We were doing that film together, and he was so sweet and so attentive, I thought I was falling for him, thought he felt the same, but on our wedding night, he explained it had all been a game.

  “That my own mother had explained to him how I had a weakness for my leading men and all he had to do was show me a little attention and I’d be falling all over him.”

  She laughed, only Darius thought it seemed a bit on the hysterical side.

  “And you know what? She was right. I did fall for him just like I fell for every l
eading man I ever had. I bought into my own damn image and the lights and the fantasy like a twelve-year-old girl and got my heart broken time and again.

  “God, I’m so fucking pathetic.”

  “No, honey, not pathetic. Sweet, trusting, innocent…but never pathetic.”

  He pulled her close again and pressed a kiss to her forehead. His gut told him the stakes here had just climbed exponentially, but his mind was still having trouble wrapping around it.

  His mind went back through all the men she’d been linked with from the time she was fifteen years old. If he hadn’t just broken her hymen himself, he’d never in a million years believe this woman could have possibly been a virgin. It made his need to protect her grow to almost an unbearable height.

  He kissed her head again and pulled away from her.

  “Wait here. I need to take care of you.”

  She tried to grab him as he climbed off the bed, but he didn’t let her.

  “Just stay with me.”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  She curled into a tiny ball on the bed. He felt terrible, but he went into the adjoining bathroom, got a cloth and warmed it with water. When he came back to her, he touched her leg softly.

  “Here, let me wash you.”

  “Darius, I don’t need…”

  He leaned over and kissed her lips, soft and sensual, his own arousal was swift to respond, much swifter than he’d counted on. He pulled back.

  “Lay back.”

  She did but with a sigh that told him clearly she didn’t want to. He washed the small amount of blood already starting to dry on her skin, then he lay back beside her.

  “Okay, so there’s a lot we don’t know about each other.”

  She snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

  He tipped her chin up and dropped a quick kiss to her nose.

  “But do you still want to be with me tonight?”

  Her eyes widened. He wasn’t sure if that were good or bad, but he sorely hoped she’d say yes. Now that he understood the situation, he wanted to show her how wonderful sex could be.

  “You still want to be with me? Even knowing I’m not…well, I’m not me?”