The Darkest Danger (Shattered Series Book 2)

by Chloe D. Ashton

  When her hot mouth hovered just above his waistband, he threaded his fingers in her thick, dark tresses before hauling her upward. His hot lips stole hers, wringing every breath of air from her starved lungs, and their kiss held both longing and desperation. But, still her hands continued to move, finally journeying to the place where her lips had been. The leather belt was the first casualty as she pulled it from his pants, and then dropped it close to the pillows. Then, with little effort, she unsnapped his pants before sliding the zipper down.

  “I want you,” she breathed against his lips, and then broke from the kiss. She stared at him with half-closed lids and again sensed his deep needs. “Please, let me show you how much.”

  He rasped the desperate words. “Show me.”

  Their drugged gazes held as she pushed the pants from his hips and now light gray briefs were the only thing that covered him. Taking hold of his hand, she pulled him forward onto the bed. But, now, it was she who was the aggressor as she pushed him back against the pillows and straddled him.

  “I’m going to use your own words against you. Look at what you do to me,” she whispered wantonly, spreading her thighs wider apart, and settled her naked body on his raging erection. The wetness seeped from her thighs onto his briefs, and again, she marveled at her body’s blatant betrayal. “I want to come already.”

  “Olivia---” he rasped unsteadily, reaching for her.

  Grabbing his large hands, she stayed them before pinning them above his head. “No,” she whispered, and a womanly sexiness exuded from her, one that she only possessed with him. “Why are you trying to deny me?”

  “I’m not,” he breathed, sucking in a ragged breath.

  “Then, do what I ask,” she said, laying a single finger against his lips, and felt his hot breath. “Put your hands over your head and leave them there.”

  Breathing fast, watching her through half-cracked lids, he complied.

  Leaning forward, she retrieved the leather belt.

  As she grabbed hold of his wrists, he said nothing, and only eyed her with his drugged, green gaze. She wrapped the belt around his wrists with one loop, and then another, somehow managing to bind them in place.

  Satisfied with her restraint, she smiled dangerously before leaning over him. “Now, where were we?”

  Before he could muster a word, she claimed his lips, kissing him with all the passion and love that she held inside. His guttural groans left him as she went in pursuit of rediscovering his body again. She trailed her lips along his strong nape, leaving love bites against his raging, hot flesh. As she reached his shoulder, she laved it with her tongue, supping the saltiness from his skin. His nipples were rigid and firm, she mulled, breathing fast, nipping the tiny bud with her teeth suckling it.

  He inhaled a fractured breath. “Olivia---”

  But, her only response was to torture him further.

  She trailed her lips on down the smooth planes of his chest, working her way down his body all the while. His large body quaked violently as he fought for control, but like hers, it was his betrayer. Down low, his erection had grown even harder, and the wetness had already dampened his briefs.

  Her own breaths came fast as she tugged the briefs from his hips, freeing his engorged organ. Taking in a shaky breath, she breathed in the smell of him, the scent of pure sex. Now, she lay near the end of the bed and her feet touched the foot post. She was exactly where she needed to be at the moment, she moaned, sliding a hand against her mons.

  But, it did little to appease her rising hunger.

  Inching upward, she lay down on her stomach, positioning herself between his hard thighs, and again, she was overwhelmed by her own dark needs.

  The sweat glistened on his skin, and the moisture made their contact even more pleasurable. “I want you,” she whispered, breathing the words against his skin. “You’re the only man that I’ll ever want.”

  With soft promises and words, she coaxed him until they were both positioned perfectly on the bed. His hard body trembled violently as she spread his thighs wider apart, and now, her head was cradled between them.

  Now, she boldly faced the source of his fire.

  His shaft was hardened, swollen, and seeping with wetness.

  He hungered for her touch.

  With her hand, she kneaded his sacs gently before bathing them with her wet tongue, and his hard body bucked uncontrollably at her sweet assault. She inhaled his sex again, tantalizing her own crazed senses further, and again, it was an epic struggle between sanity and insanity.

  Her breaths came fast.

  His guttural groans were endless.

  Emboldened, hungered, she took him in her mouth.

  As her mouth drew upon his shaft, he nearly came apart.

  “Olivia---” he rasped hoarsely, bucking against her sensual assault, and then let out a violent hiss. “Sweet fuck…..”

  She stayed him with a gentle hand, keeping the slow tempo that she’d set.

  Though he fought for control, he lost, and soon his manly pleas and moans were the only things she heard. She quickened her up and down rhythm, losing herself in the dark world that she’d implanted herself in.

  His breaths were hoarse as he followed her movements, impaling himself further into her mouth. Gripping his thighs tightly, she took him in completely.

  In the intense moment, there was no reasoning, questioning, or thought.

  But, only what they felt---

  He reached his peak, the place that he desperately sought.

  His hoarse cries shattered the silence of the room.

  Then, his hard body shook uncontrollably before stiffening, and then, the waves of pleasure overtook him as he exploded in her mouth.

  A breathless moment passed, and finally, they regained their senses. But, their lust and desire was far from being satiated.

  Hungered, needy, she returned his darkened stare him from the foot of the bed, and there was no denying the sexual tension in the air.

  “Come here,” he said thickly, extending his belted wrists out. “Take this off.”

  The defiance burned in her eyes. “No,” she murmured softly.

  Though her denial surprised him, it intrigued him as well, she noted, seeing interest flare in his eyes. “Olivia, come here.”

  “You want me to come?” she asked, crawling towards him, and her quiet movements only seduced her sultry mood further. When she was positioned between his thighs again, she glided her hands up them slowly. “Where?”

  A dangerous look shone in his eyes. “Come here, and I’ll fucking show you where I want you to be.”

  “I think that we both know where we want me to be,” she taunted, straddling him, and sank down on his hardened shaft. “Don’t we?”

  But, there was no time for thought as their bodies moved to the time-old rhythm, and once more, they became lost in the tempest of their desires.

  ***

  “Jarrod?” she murmured sleepily, seeking the warmness of his body as she turned in the bed, only to find him gone. Stifling a deep yawn, holding the crumpled sheets against her nude body, she sighed with disappointment before sitting up in the bed.

  The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the room, and soon the memories of their scandalous liaisons had her face flaming red. Last night, she’d learned just how knowledgeable and skillful of a lover he was, she mulled dreamily, slipping the robe on before glancing at the clock.

  6:30 am…

  Staring blindingly across the room, she bit a fingernail in concentration.

  Even though they’d been together all night, she still missed him immensely, and with his work being in a few hours, their separation would only lengthen. That she couldn’t handle, she reasoned, already heading for the door.

  Within no time, she’d fled down the stairs, and to her relief, neither of the guards stood on the porch as she stepped outside. The air was surprisingly cool as she crossed the lush green lawn, but it was tinged with a sweet floral scent. At this ho
ur, the stables were deserted except for Jarrod, she noted, as she neared the tack room.

  A thrill chased through her.

  Now, within the shadows of the early morning, they were all alone.

  She pushed the door to the tack room open.

  The smell of leather, sandalwood, and other scents assailed her senses as she stepped in. Along the walls, the horse equipment was placed in carefully arranged sections, ranging from saddles, bridles, crops, fly whisks, and the like. A dim light sway slightly from the ceiling overhead and gave intermittent flashes from time to time.

  Across the way, dressed in nothing more than ripped Levi jeans, he stood with his back to her and was busy hammering away at the bent horseshoe. But, as soft as her footsteps were, he heard her and turned around.

  The shyness stole over her as their gazes met. “Hi.”

  His lips curled in a half-smile. “Hi.”

  “You were gone when I awakened,” she said in a rush, and her voice trembled. “I wanted to see you before you were busy with work and everything.”

  Without taking his eyes from her, he let the hammer clatter to the table, and his soft command was the sexiest words she ever heard. “Come here.”

  She prayed that her eagerness didn’t show as she crossed the room. But, there was no time for thought as he swept her up in his arms. And words neither, she thought, falling headfast into the mind blowing kiss. He tongued her long and deep, and she whimpered softly under his assault.

  When her hips met the back of the table, she gasped in wonder. But, her senses were eradicated further as he pushed the robe from her right shoulder. His lips were like hot fire as they met her already heated flesh, and he left a trail of destruction as they moved to the rise of her heaving breast. No longer satisfied by the barrier, he snatched the ties loose before removing the robe from her trembling body.

  Hooking his strong arm around her waist, he hauled her forward. “Put your arms around my neck,” he said thickly, and his green eyes were hooded. “And I want you to hold on tight, okay?”

  “Alright,” she nodded, and complied.

  She held on tightly as he walked across the room, and the smell of leather became more potent as they reached the area where the bridles hang. The confusion played on her face as he placed her on the floor. “Jarrod, what are you doing?”

  He cupped her face in his hands. “Do you trust me?”

  “I trust you with everything,” she whispered, searching his eyes. “You know that.”

  “Remember what I said before about me playing with you,” he rasped hoarsely, walking up on her as he pushed her backwards gently. Then, after her back met the wall, he grasped her hands in his. “That’s what I’m going to do with you now, but only if you want me to.”

  “I want you to,” she said, breathless, and moistened her lips. “Play with me.”

  As he extended her arms above her head and then wrapped a bridle around each of her hands before attaching it to the wall’s railing, she stayed silent and privately mulled at what sensual wonders lay ahead. Her deep brown eyes followed him as he crossed the tack room, and she fought to hide her surprise as he returned with a black riding crop. When he stopped before her, his gaze stole hers, and it smoldered with both heat and promise.

  It was the feel of leather against silken skin, she gasped, absorbing the titillating sensations as he trailed the crop from her pouty lips on down to the smooth column of her nape. His pursuit was slow and purposeful, and his eyes breathed fire as he tracked the crop’s movement along her heated body.

  She seized a fractured breath as the crop connected with her budded nipples, and he made sure to torture her further as he plucked it slowly across each one, making them harden even further. Then slowly, he trailed the crop down her midriff and then hovered just above her hotspot.

  “Jarrod…please…” she whispered, biting her lip. “I---I---”

  Rather than answering her, he moved the crop to her right thigh, sliding it downward in an intense slow motion. After he’d reached her calf, he trailed it upwards again before moving to the other thigh, giving it the same scandalous feel as the other.

  But, she was destroyed further as the crop met the apex of her thighs.

  With slow intent, he traced the outline of her womanhood, and his own dark needs rose as he groaned. Watching her, he slid the crop in a back and forth motion along her mons, and she could do nothing but fall apart helplessly. “Jarrod---” she cried breathlessly. “I need you…please…”

  “I want you to rain for me, sweet love,” he whispered, dropping the crop to the ground, and then placed his hand where the crop had been. “Rain all over me.”

  In a fluid movement, he slipped two fingers inside her, and as he did, she nearly came apart at the seams. Helpless, needy, she strained against the binds, but no matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t escape the raging pleasure.

  And he knew how to tear her apart, she mulled, dazed, releasing a desperate cry, and right now, his fingers were pulling the trigger on her resolve. Pleading breathlessly, calling his name, she hauled in a broken breath, and her eyes fluttered closed against her rising need. Soon, the tides rushed in, pulling her under, and she came completely apart.

  “Jarrod,” she sobbed raggedly, convulsing against his fingers. “Oh…oh…”

  “Oh, sweet fuck, Olivia,” he rasped, holding her trembling body tight against his own. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

  Their tortured breaths met in a drugging kiss.

  Against her thigh, she felt evidence of his raging needs.

  She nipped his lip, before drawing it into her mouth, and she knew that she’d slain what little control he had remaining as he shuddered against her violently. Holding her up with one arm, he pushed the jeans and briefs from his hips with his free hand. As the clothing dropped to the floor, he had her up.

  Panting wildly, whispering incoherently, she wrapped her legs around him like a second skin. His own words were unintelligible as he grasped her hips in his hands. As he plunged inside her, they both cried out shamelessly. But, he was intent upon destroying them totally, she realized, as he rocked inside her slowly.

  “Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely, giving her one single thrust.

  Her body jerked against his as the pleasure racked through her. “Jarrod…”

  He hauled in a fractured breath. “I said, look at me.”

  Breathing fast, biting her lip, she forced her eyes open.

  “I want you to ride with me,” he rasped hoarsely, thrusting inside her deep once more. “Say that you’ll ride with me.”

  “I will,” she gasped helplessly, drowning further in his green gaze. “I will…”

  At her breathless promise, he plunged into her deep, and finally, they became lost in their game of forbidden ecstasy. He gripped her hips hard, driving into her deep, and their pleas and cries filled the space. An intense moment later, their earth shattering bliss arrived in crashing waves.

  Crying out, releasing their longing, they embraced their forbidden destiny.

  Chapter 13

  Four weeks passed, and their torrid affair raged out of control. Hour upon hour, it seemed that they obsessed about being with each other, and any stolen moments that they could take, they did.

  Each night, they made love, sometimes in his room, sometimes in hers. They’d even had clandestine sex trysts in the study and elsewhere at the house when Rosa and Meghan were abed. On the days that she’d frequented his office, they never made it to lunch, but instead had sexed one another up on his desk, against the walls, or on the floor.

  More than once, it’d been obvious that his receptionist had heard their moans and shattered cries, she blushed, for it’d been written all over the woman’s perfectly made-up face.

  This was one of the first reprieves that they’d had from one another in days. As a matter of fact, the past two days, he’d been somewhat distant, she sighed in disappointment. Something heavy was weighing on his mind. But, per
haps, she was reading too much into things, though.

  She pulled the easel further under the shade tree. Though heat was what she sought to dry the painting quickly, standing in the blistering sun was hardly an option.

  Dear God, I love him so much, she smiled, peering past the leaves and limbs to the sky before dipping the brush into the red paint. With fast strokes, she worked the soft bristles against the small canvas and put on the final touches.

  She stepped back with a smile. “Perfect.”

  On the painting, an overly eager Meghan smiled as she rode Spotty-face unassisted. It’d been a smile that lit up the entire world, she mulled, tearing up.

  Still, it was overwhelming of how much she loved her. She was like a daughter to her in every sense.

  Propping the canvas on the easel, she looked around. As a matter of fact, it was the same spot where she and Meghan had held their serious talk weeks ago. But, they hadn’t come out this far in ages.

  Her eyes strayed further along the area.

  Of course, some distance away, the charred remains of a grand home waited within the shroud of thick trees, she mulled, unable to tamper the curiosity that’d seized her like before. Quickly making a decision, she began packing her things up.

  After making sure that her art supplies and things were intact and safely in place on the golf cart, she climbed in before driving in the direction of the charred house.

  Roughly five minutes or so later, she’d reached the fence with the no-trespassing sign. After killing the engine, she parked the golf cart before climbing out.

  She paused.

  Getting past the barrier might cause just a teeny weenie bit of pain, she thought, surveying the fence.

  But, there was only one way to serve her curiosity and that was to go in. With caution, she closed her fingers along the barbed-wire fence, making sure not to pinch it in the wrong place. She gave a breathless grunt as she passed under. As she stood upright, the barbed wire snagged her white cotton shorts and left a small cut on her thigh.