Eternally Seduced: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set

by Marian Tee

  Did I trust him? Did I love him, or was I just blinded by how gorgeous and seductive he was?

  Tuesday was awkward. Constantijin had called me up, but he wasn’t his usual wickedly teasing self and I had a feeling we were both relieved when he received an urgent request for a business meeting over Skype with his assistant in the Netherlands.

  Wednesday was slightly better. Constantijin had asked if I wanted to go out, and on impulse I invited him to accompany me to church. We knelt on the pew side by side, and when I looked at the enormous gold-plated crucifix before me, I realized that what I wanted to pray for was not something I should pray for.

  I mean, God was, like, our Dad in heaven right? So I couldn’t very well pray Dear God, please, please make things okay between Constantijin and me because I want him to be the one to take my virginity.

  Thursday was also fine. We watched a movie. I waited with bated breath the whole time for Constantijin to make a move but he didn’t. When we got home, I had a hard time remembering what the movie was about, but I could easily write a fifty-page commentary about how good Constantijin smelled. In the darkness of the theater, his scent – which had a hint of spiciness from his cologne – weaved a seductive spell that literally had me shaking in an effort not to be the first one to touch him.

  Oh, Constantijin. What should I do with you?

  And then Friday arrived and I was about to make another presentation. We were in yet another conference room, bigger than the previous one we were in. I almost felt like Goldilocks, hopping from one increasingly large bed to another, only this time I got a stage that kept getting grander and grander. In fact, this one even had actual twenty-foot stage curtains.

  I was up last again, and when I heard George finishing his presentation, I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. I had on a short turtleneck black dress with tight fitting long sleeves, which hugged my figure to perfection. I also had my reading glasses on – not because I needed them (I only used them at night) but more because I wanted to look sexy and serious at the same time.

  Yes, I knew it was silly, but so what? It was what gave me false confidence.

  The Future of Smut: Japanese Style in the US Market

  There are two ways of looking at Japanese-styled smut. One is to consider it soft porn or the more decent version of hentai. The other is to describe it as that which contains suggestive or sexually explicit scenes that are nevertheless tastefully rendered and add something to the story.

  Sex between high school couples on TV is something we’re used to seeing – but not to the extent of how it’s drawn in manga. It’s a lot more graphic, sensual, sexy, and just plain hot – it can easily cause public outrage.

  But…sex sells. And I know that at the end of the day, that matters a lot. If Kastein, Inc. chooses to adapt smutty manga for American television, I only propose one thing: show the consequences of high school sex. If we have to make our own version of its ending, so be it. Parents can say all they want about the sex, but at least they can’t ever blame our company for not taking the opportunity to educate younger viewers about the harsher realities of unprotected and unplanned sex.

  When I finished my report, I almost cried. Sex was not a word I could so easily say to a roomful of people and several times, my voice even cracked while I was talking. It was hard because I wasn’t even sure if what I was suggesting was the right thing. All I knew was that it was what I believed in.

  But then people started clapping as they got to their feet. When the lights were switched on, I immediately saw Constantijin standing at the back of the room, clapping as well, his eyes warm as he gazed at me.

  As Charli took the stage, I could feel Constantijin’s gaze following me, and I became even more flustered and giddy. When I got down, I turned towards his direction – and ended up staring at Arian, whose eyes threw daggers at me.

  I quickly turned around and made a detour towards George instead. Now was not yet the right time to have a face-off with her over Constantijin.

  Charli joked about me being the right choice for such a topic. She said that I was a good symbol of America’s "conservative regions" because I couldn’t even utter the word ‘sex’ without cringing.

  I blushed on cue and that got the whole crowd laughing once more.

  Word quickly got around about the positive outcome of our conference. When George and I walked out of our office, almost everyone we passed by congratulated us.

  Honestly, it made me feel like a superstar.

  A superstar who was walking at snail’s pace because there was this one person who hadn’t congratulated me yet.

  “Yanna?” George called impatiently.

  I paused next to the drinking station. “Umm, I’m thirsty. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” It was a lie, of course. I was waiting for Constantijin. Surely he should be appearing any moment now?

  Bending down, I gulped several mouthfuls of water. By the time I straightened, someone already stood next to me. My heart started beating fast.

  It was---

  Not Constantijin.

  Drake’s grin turned wry. “Disappointed it’s me?”

  I was instantly horrified. “Oh, no! No, absolutely!” God, I sucked at lying.

  His grin widened. “It’s all right. I just wanted to congratulate you. I heard you did a really great job this afternoon.”

  “Thanks.” I was doing my best not to blush but it was impossible. The way Drake looked at me never failed to make me feel desirable and self-conscious all at the same time. It was just too bad I already felt like I, well, belonged to someone else.

  Drake cleared his throat and I glanced up in surprise because this was the first time he sounded less than his usual confident self.

  “So…this is going to come out of the blue, but I’d really love to take you out sometime – celebrate your future promotion maybe?”

  “There’s no promotion,” I protested laughingly.

  “But seriously, how about dinner?”

  “Uhh…” And that was when I noticed Constantijin standing just a short distance away, his gaze shuttered. Oh, shit! Had he heard Drake asking me out?

  Drake turned around curiously, following my gaze and was visibly startled when he saw Constantijin looking at us. “Mr. Kastein,” he murmured in greeting.

  Constantijin gave us a curt nod before walking back to his office.

  Shit.

  This was so not good.

  Turning to Drake, I stammered, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m…I’m going out with someone already.” There. I had said it. Oh my God – I had said I was going out with Constantijin Kastein!

  Disappointment colored Drake’s tone, making me feel guilty as he said graciously, “Ah. My loss then.”

  When he walked away, I glanced at the door to Constantijin’s office expectantly, waiting for him to come out. But minutes passed and he didn’t.

  Oh.

  Head bowed down in dismay, I slowly walked towards where George might still be waiting. Was he mad? Did he think I was---

  The door to Constantijin’s office opened as I almost walked past it. Before I knew it, I had already been hauled inside, the door slamming shut behind me, and Constantijin was scowling at me, a look of fury and jealousy on his face as he pushed me to the wall.

  “Constantijin!”

  “Did you say ‘yes’?” he snarled, his hands slamming against the wall on each side of my head, effectively imprisoning me in the circle of his arms – and I knew that there was no better place I’d like to be.

  Shaking my head, I said breathlessly, “No.”

  I so badly wanted him to kiss me now. In fact, I expected him to. Whenever he was jealous, that was what he did. But this time, he kept staring at me and I was starting to get nervous.

  Constantijin suddenly stepped away.

  My heart stilled.

  “This isn’t going to work.”

  Shit. Fuck. Damn. What was he saying?

  It was ironic how those
words also made me realize I was halfway to falling in love with Constantijin – had been so from the very start.

  But I had my pride. So I pushed myself off the wall and said stiffly, “I see.”

  “It’s useless,” he continued, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, Yanna, I know I promised but---"

  "It's okay," I told him tonelessly. What else was there to say? I sure as heck wasn’t going to beg him to come back.

  Constantijin’s face showed his surprise. "It's okay?"

  I forced myself to look nonplussed. "Yes."

  He looked at me, eyes narrowed. "Then what's your answer?"

  "I---" Wait. What did he say? I cleared my throat. "Well..." What did he mean?

  "I don't need you to say you’ll go out with me right away, but if you could just give me a goddamn clue about how you feel," he muttered.

  Constantijin tossed me an accusing glance. “The whole week has been fucking hard. It was hell not to touch you even though I had you alone with me all those nights. I wanted you to realize that it isn’t just sex between us. I was willing to wait, but when I saw that boy hitting on you again---”

  He glanced at me as if waiting for an answer. When I still didn’t – couldn’t – speak, he growled, “Say something, for fuck’s sake!”

  How could I when he had totally taken me by surprise? When he said things weren’t working between us, my heart had died. And then now, he was saying in not so many words that he couldn’t go on without me giving him even the smallest sign that we still had a chance to be together.

  I wanted to laugh hysterically.

  A chance?

  Didn’t he know he had hundreds of them, with how crazy I was about him?

  I looked at him and felt my heart melting even more. He made my heart feel like ice cream fried by the desert sun, all soft and gooey with just one emotion-filled glance from his silvery eyes.

  I inhaled deeply several times.

  Okay, I'm ready for this.

  Not.

  I inhaled several times more.

  "Yanna?" His tone was alarmed.

  I supposed I looked like a ghost right now. I could actually feel the blood leaving my system and I was just contemplating what I was about to do. This was such a huge step for me.

  “I…I…” I couldn’t say it!

  So I decided to just do it instead.

  “Yan---” He grunted, his turn to be taken by surprise as I flung myself at him, my lips fortunately landing squarely on his lips. My tongue immediately darted inside his mouth, and I felt him gasp against my lips. That had me smiling and I closed my eyes in utter bliss when Constantijin recovered from his shock and took over, his hands immediately hauling me close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine.

  “Is this for real?” he whispered against my lips.

  “Yes,” I choked out.

  The kiss changed from sweet to hot in an instant. Constantijin had my blouse unbuttoned in seconds, throwing it with my bra to the floor, and then he was staring at my breasts almost worshipfully.

  “Constantijin.” I could feel myself blushing all over at his stare.

  “Hold your breasts for me,” he ordered, his voice strongly accented.

  With shaking hands, I followed his command, plumping my breasts up as if waiting for his approval.

  A low sexy growl escaped his mouth, making my toes curl, and then he was sucking my already pointed nipple. I threw back my head and moaned.

  This made him suck harder and of course it made me moan louder. It was a cycle that had us both panting in desire in seconds. He swept me in his arms and mine went around his neck. I was still breathing hard, my breasts crazily sensitive and aching every time I bounced in his arms as he moved.

  Constantijin used his foot to pull his executive chair from behind the desk and into the middle of the room. He lowered me gently to it and I watched in breathless fascination as he pulled my skirt and lacy briefs down, tossing them to the floor as well.

  Then he was staring at my sex.

  I immediately tried to close my thighs, but his harsh-sounding ‘no’ stopped me.

  “Place your legs over the arm rests, Yanna.”

  I froze.

  Constantijin’s face was implacable. “Do it.”

  Slowly, I lifted my legs and placed one on each armrest.

  “Open wider.”

  Striving to get past my embarrassment, I pushed my thighs to open wider with my hands. I gasped when Constantijin suddenly knelt down and I gasped again when he parted my folds as widely open as my thighs.

  “Constantijin!” I had to scream his name. It was impossible not to, with his tongue entering my fully opened sex.

  He lifted his head, his eyes glittering with fierce desire as he warned me with silky softness, “Don’t let go of your thighs. Keep them open for me.”

  My entire body shaking, I pressed my hands harder against my thighs to keep them spread open, whimpering as I saw his head slowly descending. And then his tongue was on me again and I screamed. He was unmerciful, his tongue thrusting in and out in a furiously fast rhythm that had the entire room whirling around me.

  I was so out of my mind with desire and I felt myself perversely pulling my thighs wider open even though what I really wanted to do was to grasp his hair so I could make him kiss me more deeply.

  Constantijin lifted his head again. “Do you like it?”

  “Wh-what do you think?” I managed to gasp.

  “What do I think?” he murmured. “I think I want you to beg.”

  The smirk I hated and loved was on his face and I retorted breathlessly, “Not on your---aaaah.” Constantijin was now sucking my clit while shoving one finger into me at the same time. My hips rose to meet his mouth and finger even as I kept pushing them to spread wider.

  “Wider,” he commanded between sucking hard on my clit, and I struggled to obey him even though I felt myself stretched beyond my limits.

  “Are you ready to come, Yanna?”

  “Yes,” I cried out. I was gone now, every common sense obliterated by my need for him and what he could do to my body.

  “Beg for it,” he growled.

  “Constantijin, please!”

  One hand went under my buttocks and then he was lifting me up at the same time he bit my clit, his other fingers thrusting in deep and hard into my core. I screamed as I shattered, my hands instinctively pressing my legs flat on the armrest as my essence kept pouring out.

  I woke up in Constantijin’s arms in his couch, spread on top of him like a harem slave intent on being turned into a human blanket. I blinked, a little dazed at first, and then I was blushing when I saw his smile. It made me remember what had just happened.

  “Welcome back, schat.” He pressed a kiss to my hair.

  My entire body tingled at his kiss. I was still completely naked and he was still fully dressed. It should have felt wrong, but it didn’t. I wrapped my arms more tightly around him. A surprised-sounding chuckle escaped him before he wrapped his arms around me as well.

  I snuggled closer, mostly because I liked knowing that I had the right to do this.

  “Damn, but you feel fucking good in my arms.”

  I giggled.

  He lifted my chin, and my breath caught at the gentle smile on his lips. “It’s true.”

  Oh Lord. Constantijin in a tender mood was a sight to behold.

  “It feels good, too,” I admitted shyly.

  As the minutes passed, I found myself slowly getting panicking. What had I done? What was going to happen? There was no turning back now! Oh my God, I was going to have sex with Constantijin someday!

  “What are you thinking?”

  “That you’d take my virginity someday?” Oh, fuck. What did I say?

  Constantijin choked.

  And under me, I felt him stirring to life.

  I blushed.

  Seeing that, he grinned. Cupping my face, Constantijin said, “It’s not the right time yet but soon – ver
y soon – I will take your virginity.”

  Faking a frown, I retorted, “Confident much?”

  A slow, sexy, and unapologetically confident grin was his only answer. It was enough to have my body heat up. Then his eyes trailed down, and I gasped, remembering belatedly that I was still naked and he was not.

  I looked around wildly, wondering how I could get myself dressed again when my clothes were all over his office.

  Constantijin chuckled. “Let me help you dress, sweetheart.” He stood right after, carrying me in his arms effortlessly before letting me carefully slide down to my feet. I stood there, feeling even shyer as he picked up my bra first.

  My body tingled as Constantijin pressed one kiss on each nipple before putting my bra back on and even clipping it for me.

  Then he knelt down.

  “Constantijin!” But it was too late. My hands curled around his shoulders helplessly as he tongued my clit playfully and sweetly, nipping it before letting go and grinning up at me.

  Breathless and aching, I glared down at him. “You…” Words failed me and I could only continue glaring at him impotently as he lifted one of my legs up, pressing a tender kiss on my foot before putting my lacy briefs back on. When both legs were in, Constantijin pulled them up with exquisite slowness, placing more tender kisses on my skin as I did. By the time he was done, I was a shaking mess, and all I could think about was why? Why wasn’t he going to take my virginity now?

  Oh Lord. Why did nobody tell me sexual infatuation didn’t just make fools of us? It made sluts of us, too!

  He chuckled again, and when our eyes met I had a sinking feeling he knew exactly what my thoughts were.

  “I want to savor you, sweetheart,” he murmured even as he gently fixed the collar of my blouse.

  I was fascinated with every movement of his hand and more so by the thoughts and feelings behind his actions. Constantijin Kastein was fixing my collar. Constantijin, who practically delegated everything he had to do to his countless minions.

  Oh, the mind boggled!

  “…Yanna?”

  I blinked up at him. “Sorry?”

  He frowned. “I asked you a question.”

  Giving him a sheepish smile, I said, “Sorry, I was…” I bit my lip, not wanting to let him know how near to obsessed I was with every little thing he did.