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With that she walked out and my desire for her took another turn.
She was everything my damaged psyche needed. The beautiful woman had no idea she’d willingly walked into the lair of a predator.
And this beast wasn’t willing to let her go.
CHAPTER 14
“We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.”
—Mike Carey
Sara
“What in God’s name is wrong with you?” I huffed out the question to that obvious bad girl inside of me as soon as I closed the door to my office, forced to take gasping breaths. I’d never done anything so ridiculous or impetuous in my life.
At least not of my own accord.
I walked forward, pacing back and forth as I held my head in my hands. Oh, this wasn’t good. No, it was very bad. What the man must think of me. I tried to pull myself together because at the end of this day or any other, I’d put myself into this position. I’d wanted to work with him no matter the rumors or the ugliness swirling around him.
Even more personal of an admittance was that I was highly attracted to him, and the kiss had been perfect, what every girl dreamt of: soft lips with a dominating hold, his scent creating images of his naked body.
Oh, I was in way over my head. But as I tried to pull myself out of a sensual fog, I realized I was rubbing my fingers across my slightly swollen lips, envisioning the thick bulge I’d seen between his legs. Jesus. I was in a crazy moment of lust, which was totally inappropriate.
“Get a grip. Get a fucking grip.” I stomped my foot, trying to make light of the situation even if it was impossible.
Yet the bold and filthy images of the man, his chiseled face and his carved body refused to let me go, as if playing tricks on my mind.
Fantasies were part of almost every girl’s life, at least those with a pulse and an active libido. While I wasn’t the kind of woman anyone could consider experienced sexually, and certainly had never dared attempt anything kinkier than one rather useless boyfriend licking me inside his cramped car, that didn’t mean I hadn’t done some research or allowed my mind to wander to all those delicious and very provocative places.
Maybe my thoughts had driven me into the naughty girl zone given my absolutely reprehensible behavior only minutes before.
For a few seconds, I did what I could to catch my breath, trying to ignore the anger I had for being so forward. I walked to the window, pressing my hand against the cool glass. There was so much I’d wanted to say to the man, so many questions that needed answers, but he had a way about him that took control of every situation immediately.
I had a feeling I’d walked into a lion’s den.
And that he would never allow me to escape. Was it silly to be thinking that way or was it about survival? I had to consider if everything I’d heard about him and his family was true. What bothered me more than the possibility was that I wasn’t any more troubled than before. The ugly truth was his secretive past and his brooding masculinity were by far more attractive than if he was a simple guy with basic tastes and needs.
A normal man.
Whatever that was.
I pressed my forehead against the glass, realizing that with all my fantasies, including those drifting into my mind years before I’d ventured into the man’s class, I’d idealized a dominating man.
It really hadn’t dawned on me until this moment. And I couldn’t wipe the intense visions or the overwhelming longing I had for him aside.
Maybe that’s why when a beautiful vision washed in rose floated in front of my mind’s eye, I allowed myself to be consumed by it for a little while.
“Come here, princess. I need you to be a good girl or there will be consequences.”
As he beckoned with a single finger, I couldn’t seem to stop shivering. When I was only a couple of feet in front of him, he took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring and his eyes holding the same air of possessiveness I’d seen so many times. I moved very slowly, studying his piercing eyes as I’d done before. He had something on his mind, something carnal. I could sense it.
We were standing outside on the deck, the light breeze tickling my skin. He was leaning against the exterior wall, one foot planted on the dense stone. In his hand was a drink. The very late afternoon sun was already providing dozens of shadows creating ominous figures that didn’t exist but reminded me of the very demons he’d mentioned were crawling inside of him.
He took his time rolling the tip of his index finger down my right cheek, following the trail with his intense gaze all the way to drifting it between my breasts. A slight smirk spread across his face as he eased it under the bodice of my light summer dress, swirling the tip around my already aching nipple.
All the while, he watched my reactions as I licked my dry lips, goosebumps popping along every inch of naked skin.
“So beautiful and all mine. Do you like the fact I own you, sweet Sara? My perfect little fawn.”
