Eternally Seduced: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set

by Marian Tee

  Surely…surely Staffan wouldn’t be, umm, hand-selecting all of them at the same time?

  Staffan managed to stop himself from smirking at the way her gaze flitted about the room, lingering on the other women but never on him. She was the only person here who was not comfortable, the only one who wasn’t able to look at him in the eye.

  Good. Maybe in a bit she would cry wolf, and he’d finally understand what she was up to.

  “You.”

  Mitch, standing next to her, elbowed her none too gently at the side. “He’s talking to you, idiot.”

  Staffan’s fingers dug into the couch in an effort to keep him from snatching Saffi away to his side and ordering his security team outside to take the other woman away. That jab must have hurt, dammit.

  Saffi turned to him, reluctance visible in her every move.

  Again, he was struck at how beautiful she was, how innocent she looked even with her face made up like an exotic belly dancer. “Y-yes?”

  He drawled, “How was it earlier?”

  She blinked at him, confusion and embarrassment swirling in her eyes.

  He raised a brow, unwilling to make it easy for her.

  Staffan likes his women slutty, she reminded herself. Saffi blurted out, “Hot and wet.”

  The silence that followed was excruciating.

  Oh my God, oh my Lord, did she just freaking say that?

  Staffan coughed, to cover his surprise that someone so nerdy she wanted to study fish for life had said something like that. To keep his arousal at bay, he switched his attention to the rest, asking them one question each. When he finished with all ten, he pointed to the three women he wanted to stay – including Saffi of course – and nodded goodbye to all the rest.

  Ooooh. Saffi tried very hard not to show how shocked she was as the other women left – and Mitch was one of them. Saffi pretended not to notice the other woman’s hate-filled gaze just before the door slammed shut behind Mitch.

  So that was like an elimination round, Saffi mused, and she had just survived it. She didn’t know if she found the thought amusing or intimidating. Women actually competed just to be his…what? One night stand?

  “First time to get selected?” The older woman gliding to her side whispered. Everyone here were older than Saffi, and she wondered uneasily if Staffan would notice it and – worse –hold it against her. Saffi knew a lot of rockstars liked the Lolita type of girls, but Staffan had always been different. Even when he was just starting out, Staffan had been known to date women older than him, women who were so glamorous that they shouldn’t have had given a twenty-something budding rockstar the time of the day.

  Realizing the other woman was waiting for her to answer, she lied breezily, “My first time with Staffan. But I, umm, get selected all the time when I tour with, umm---” Saffi madly searched her mind for a famous name that Staffan surely wouldn’t be associated with.

  Her gaze fell to the clock on the dressing table, which showed the time and temperature.

  “---Celsius,” she said almost giddily. The boy band from Korea was just starting to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top 10 in the US and UK.

  In the act of asking another question, Staffan stiffened in incredulous shock when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about. Did she just say she was a fucking groupie for a boy band?

  Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her with respect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really choosy. She had heard something like that about the group from other fangirls.

  “You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the same time.”

  Saffi tried not to choke.

  Staffan wanted to wring her neck. This night just kept getting crazier and crazier. Didn’t she know how news traveled lightning fast among Gs? And didn’t she know that he had a rule---

  The other woman turned to Staffan. “You have to kick her out. She’s not exclusive.”

  Saffi gasped, realizing why the other woman kept asking her all those questions. It had been a setup! She stammered, “I am exclusive! What I, umm, did with Celsius was so long ago. It’s over between us. They, umm, begged me to go with them in their UK tour but I said I wanted to be with Staffan Aehrenthal this time.”

  Silence followed her outburst, and if she had to describe it with one word it would be…delusional. Like they thought Saffi was delusional.

  “Hallucinating halibut,” she whispered under her breath unconsciously, horrified at how she had let her mouth run off.

  Four heads swung towards her.

  Realizing what they had heard her say, Saffi turned deep red and bit her lip very hard so she wouldn’t say anything else accidentally.

  For the first time in his life, Staffan was torn between enjoying the most painful erection in his life – and laughing out loud because of the sheer craziness of the things that came out of Saffi March’s lovely mouth.

  Coughing, Staffan said, “Let’s get on, shall we?” He got to his feet, aware of how all their eyes devoured him. All he cared about was how Saffi was doing her best not to stare. It was an epic fail, though, since her eyes were wide, her face was incredibly expressive, and her lips were parted in shock.

  Saffi couldn’t keep her gaze off Staffan as he walked towards them. Oh, oh, dear---every step he took was so sexy. He definitely deserved to be Sweden’s #1 Sex God. Wait – no – he deserved more. He should be the #1 Sex God in the whole wide---

  “Choose one part of me to kiss.”

  She gasped, stunned at his words, and even more stunned at the speed to which the other women responded. The woman next to her – Saffi would forever remember her as The Traitor, may she be roasted by the fires of fangirl hell for all eternity –immediately fell to her knees.

  Saffi gnashed her teeth when The Traitor placed a lingering kiss on Staffan’s cock, which was large and straining.

  Not to be outdone, the petite woman in a tank top and denim shorts standing farthest from Saffi shoved The Traitor away with her hips, tiptoeing to take Staffan’s lips for a kiss. Not a few seconds had passed when the third woman – in a red sleeveless dress and mules – grabbed the second woman by the hair, pulling her away so she can lick Staffan’s ear and bite it.

  Staffan allowed a moment to pass by before firmly pushing away the woman trying to eat his ear.

  Slowly, he let his gaze meet hers.

  They realized one thing at the same time.

  She was turned on.

  The realization blew Staffan’s mind. He rasped out, “How about you---” He let his voice trail off, waiting for her to say her name so he could let her know that he remembered her.

  About to reveal her true name, Saffi stopped herself in time and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’m…Horny?”

  Staffan choked in surprise even as the other women tittered.

  Saffi lifted her chin even though she was already mentally killing herself for the seventh time. “That’s right. I like to go by that name because I’m, umm, horny all the time. I’m, umm, very RAWR and all between the sheets and now it’s my turn to, umm, kiss you---” She stopped abruptly, her brain finally catching up with her mouth.

  What the heck had she been saying?

  Deciding that actions were better than words, Saffi abruptly moved close to Staffan, taking him by surprise. His scent filled her. Even sweaty as he was after the concert, Staffan Aehrenthal had the most delicious smell, and the intense look in his eyes as he waited for Saffi to move just made her feel like she was floating.

  Without thinking, she placed her hands on his broad hard shoulders, using it to pressure him down until he lowered his head enough for their eyes to be at level with each other. Saffi tiptoed to kiss his forehead, whispering, “I want to drive you crazy. I want you to know that I’m wet and without my panties---”

  Staffan nearly shuddered at her words. Saffi March may be physically innocent, but her mind definit
ely wasn’t. And dammit, he found every silky, silly, beautiful inch of her fucking fascinating.

  “Out.” It was all he said to the other women before he pulled Saffi towards him, his fingers sinking into the lush softness of her bottom as he closed the distance between them.

  “That was cheating,” The Traitor muttered as she stalked away. “He didn’t say we could speak while kissing him.”

  The woman in red just laughed. “Be graceful in defeat, darling, and next time---do try not to think like a man with a small brain and an even smaller dick.”

  The door slammed shut behind them.

  “You horny little minx,” he growled down at Saffi.

  All she could do was smile weakly at him, unable to believe that she was again in the circle of Staffan’s arms, and this time they were alone.

  “What are you going to do now?” Staffan asked just to torment her. “I heard you were with…Celsius?”

  The cool tone of Staffan’s voice unnerved her and she mumbled, “Yes, sir,” before she could think about it. She winced right after.

  The sir made Staffan strive for control, having a hard time fighting off a lot of things – his smile, his erection, and his desperate urge to fuck Saffi March. She was a lovely handful in his arms, soft in all the right places, and he fucking loved how she kept wriggling, driving him wild with her every fidgety move. It amused him that after all her boldness and bravado, Saffi now appeared unable to figure out where to put her hands.

  Ah, Saffi March.

  You want to look like everyone’s groupie for some reason but you’ll always be a fangirl.

  My fucking fangirl.

  And it was going to stay that way.

  He stepped back, surprising her when his arms also fell to his sides, releasing her.

  Saffi looked at him fearfully. Had she turned him off with her less than experienced moves?

  “I’m waiting, H.”

  The term made her smile for some reason. “I like that,” she admitted.

  He liked it, too, but Staffan decided not to say anything. He was obsessed with her, too much to make it safe for her to know it.

  At his silence, Saffi nervously reached for her top and slowly pulled it over her head. It took barely a second since it was more like a second layer of undergarments. It was that small.

  The way Staffan gazed at her, the way he devoured her with his eyes, left Saffi befuddled with desire. She stood there, frozen, one hand clutching her top, not knowing where to put it. Should she just drop it to the floor? Should she fold it and lay it on the table?

  “Drop it---”

  Saffi relaxed, eager for Staffan to take command.

  “With your bra.”

  Oh.

  “Umm…now?”

  He raised a brow again. “When else?”

  Right.

  Dropping her top, she reached out from behind to unhook her bra. The hook gave way too easily, not providing her any time to get more of her bearing back.

  The bra finally fell, and Staffan swallowed back a groan at the sight of Saffi’s bare breasts. Fuck. They were the loveliest sight he had ever seen, pale, full, with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. In the three months he had been fucking stalking her in Facebook, there were nights he had imagined seeing Saffi March naked, her eyes nearly dilated with desire as she touched herself before him. Those were the times he had been forced to pleasure himself. He had to. No other woman had aroused him ever since he had talked to Saffi on the phone.

  He really was fucking obsessed with Saffi March, and now he was finally going to make her his.

  Staffan crooked a finger.

  Trembling with excitement and shyness, she took one small step towards him.

  The door burst open, followed by the entire group of Staffan’s backup dancers flooding in.

  She shrieked just as the boisterous group finally noticed her, jaws dropping, their celebratory shouts cut off. Somewhere from behind, a champagne cork popped open, followed by a nervously muttered ‘shit’.

  Staffan instinctively snatched Saffi close, his arms going around her as he pulled her tightly against him. Her bare breasts pressed hard against his chest, and he bit back a groan just as one of his dancers gasped.

  “Sapphire?”

  The girl in his arms whimpered.

  Staffan glared at the dancer – a younger lean dark haired man who was too bloody handsome for his own good. He decided then and there the other man – Alan Carson –would not be allowed anywhere within a ten-foot radius from Saffi.

  Who apparently was also known as Sapphire. So that was where “Saffi” came from. The thought that Carson knew more than he did about Saffi irked. “Everyone get the fuck out of here,” he growled.

  “We’re sorry,” Eddie – his head choreographer –muttered. “One of the Gs went to our dressing room and told us you were…errr…done.”

  The Traitor had struck again, Saffi thought, followed by the realization that everyone in this room now knew what she and Staffan had been about to do. Worse, one of those dancers apparently knew her – the real her. Saffi squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.

  Staffan glanced down at Saffi when the door closed on the last of his backup. Her eyes were still closed, her face flushed red. “Sapphire?” he asked, wondering if she’d finally admit it now.

  Her eyes flew open. “Umm…just another one of my nicknames.”

  So she was still going to lie about it, Staffan thought with a frown. What was her angle? Why was she pretending? Any other girl would have been more than proud to tell him about their connection – no matter how flimsy it was.

  She wriggled in his arms, a little intimidated by his frown.

  Staffan was immediately distracted, his dick demanding release.

  He took hold of her chin, making Saffi look up at him. “Shall we continue?” he asked, deliberately using his voice to seduce her.

  She gulped. “N-now?” Saffi could still hear noise outside. It was loud – very much so, and she knew it meant that most – maybe all – of his backup were still there, waiting.

  Staffan raised a brow.

  She was beginning to understand that it was his way of responding to questions he considered stupid.

  “Do you want me to choose another?”

  NO!

  When Staffan’s eyes widened, Saffi realized she had said the word out loud – and more vehemently than she planned. To cover her embarrassment, she impulsively tiptoed and kissed him.

  That was the last thing she remembered consciously doing before Staffan completely took over. His tongue demanded entrance, and her lips parted obediently under his mouth. She gasped when his tongue slipped in. She couldn’t help making the sound since this was her first kiss, too.

  Saffi’s arms locked around his neck, moving on its own accord, causing her to press her breasts more closely against his chest.

  Staffan groaned against Saffi’s lips, the pinprick points of her nipples arousing him to even greater heights until he was literally aching with need to bury himself inside her hot moist depths.

  “Are you wet for me?” he whispered against her lips.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  He let his lips trail down slowly, taking his time, loving the fact that he was finally able to hold in his arms the girl he had been mentally fucking for three months. As he nuzzled her neck, Staffan asked, “How much do you want me?”

  “More than anything else in this world,” she moaned out, her head falling back as he sucked at her neck. She moaned again as Staffan nipped her neck.

  “Then prove it.” He moved down, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, cupping the flesh without touching her nipples.

  “H-how?”

  “Make me hear how much you want me.”

  Her eyes flew open, but before she could even ask what Staffan meant, he had squeezed one breast hard, taking it close to his mouth so he could take her entire nipple in. And then he started to suck.

  She moaned with ab
andon.

  “Just like that,” he growled, sucking on her nipple harder.

  “B-but…” Everyone was still outside. They would be able to hear her. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he---

  Saffi moaned again, the pleasure driving her crazy as Staffan moved to suck her other nipple while squeezing the breast he had just abandoned and pinching its tip.

  “Louder, H.”

  She shook her head.

  “Don’t make me choose another.” It was a lie, but Staffan knew she would be too innocent to realize how far gone he was. No man as aroused as he was would be able to pull away at this point.

  She shook her head again, more wildly this time, even as her eyes begged him not to leave her.

  He released her nipple but squeezing both breasts this time, as hard as he could without hurting her. And then he drew on both her nipples, pulling them as far as she could. “Scream, H.”

  Saffi obeyed, mindless with passion, her only thought to follow his every command because she knew what he wanted would be oh so good for them both.

  Staffan gripped her hair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, just before he took her lips for a bruising hard kiss. “Say my name.”

  “Staffan,” she whispered.

  Incredibly, he shuddered against her, and the knowledge that he was also aroused only fed her desire. “Staffan.” She said it again, this time as a moan.

  He dropped to his knees, flipping her skirt up and cursing when he realized that she did mean it. She had no panties on.

  She blushed, seeing him stare at her naked body. “They were too wet and I was uncomfortable wearing them.” Saffi tried not to stumble all over her explanation but failed.

  He had fucking gone to heaven.

  Min himmel, he thought possessively. And she would always be his.

  “This time, baby, I want you to scream as loudly as you can or I’ll be very disappointed.”

  She opened her mouth to protest.

  He started to lick her, long, slow, and hard, leaving no inch of her wet folds untouched.

  Saffi ended up screaming instead.

  Her hands found his hair and she started to pull and push, not knowing what she wanted. All she knew was that he was making her feel too good that it was driving her insane, making her breathless and wanton. Saffi screamed again, louder than ever, as he moved up, just enough for his mouth to close on her clit, this time without any lacy barriers between his lips and her flesh.