Page 11 of Captured Darkness


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I was awakened by a faint creak as the bedroom door swung shut. My heart thudding, I sat up in bed, pressing against the headboard. There was someone in the dark, crossing to my bed and pausing at my feet. In the pale light falling through the window I could just make out the shadows of Duran’s sharp, masculine figure. Nerves and arousal hit me at once, my body going hot and my heart pumping.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered.

“I came to see if you needed anything,” he said.

“I don’t.” I forced my voice steady.

I clutched the cover closer to my chest, shifting so that my hair fell over my shoulders. He noticed even in the dark and he made a soft sound in his throat somewhere between a growl and a moan. He wasn’t here to check on me, he was here for more of what I’d given him at the resort.

He came around the side of the bed and sat down at the edge. I kept still, hopelessly conflicted. His scent, the heat of his body, the memory of his tongue between my legs overwhelmed me. He leaned forward and brushed my hair aside, his fingertips grazing my skin and rousing goosebumps.

“You’re an insolent kind of girl,” he said. “I thought Lucien was going to give you the tongue-lashing you deserved at dinner for speaking out of turn like that.”

“Do women not have the right to speak to men like you?” I asked.

“Oh, you may speak. But most women in our world know who pays the bills and keeps them in their pretty clothes,” he said. “You’ve got too much of an attitude, otherwise I might be tempted to give you all those things. Gold necklaces, expensive lingerie, enough wine to get you loose so you’ll let me eat your pussy the way I want to.”

My core clenched and I almost moaned aloud. God, why did he have to say things like that? I wanted him to do it, to push me down on the bed while I watched his dark head disappear between my thighs. I wanted to get on my knees for him, to feel his hard fingers tangle in my hair as he thrust into my mouth.

He leaned forward until his mouth brushed my ear and his hot breath fell over me. “You want me to fuck you,” he whispered.

I drew back a little and looked up at him, at the lines of his face harsh in the darkness. Then he leaned in and his mouth brushed mine, his lips open and heat spilling through. His tongue caressed my lower lip for the briefest moment and the inferno between my legs reached epic proportions. This wasn’t the fumbling kisses I was used to from high school or the careless ones I’d gotten from belligerent men trying to have their way with me. No, his kiss was expert and tinged with curiosity, as though he wondered just how far he could push me before I broke and begged for him.

He cupped my head and pushed me back against the headboard as his mouth moved against mine. First gentle and then rising in intensity until I had to break away for a breath. His lips found their way to my throat, nipping and kissing down to my collarbone. Then his fingers were on my breast, his hard thumb circling my nipple. The heat between my thighs burned to a wave of lust and I moaned and arched my back against him.

“Is that a yes?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I bit my lip, torn. Yes, he hadn’t kidnapped me, at least not in the way that put me in any danger. And I was familiar with his family and social circle, so he wasn’t a total stranger. But he’d done nothing but taunt me and make me feel like a whore, all while trying to get into bed with me again. I reached up and pushed hard against his chest and he drew back.

“Are you rejecting me?” he asked, sounding more surprised than displeased.

“Yes, please leave,” I said stiffly.

There was a moment of silence and then he laughed aloud. “You’re feisty.”

“Just because no one has ever said no to you before doesn’t mean I can’t.”

He stood up and adjusted the front of his pants to conceal his arousal. “You’re right, princess, and I’ll admit that it turns me on even more. I’ll get you into bed before I bring you back to your parents. And you’ll want it just as badly as I do.”

“No,” I said firmly.

He went to the door and opened it, a sliver of light from the hall falling over his handsome face. “How about a date?”

I blinked, sure I’d misheard him. “What?”

“I’m taking you out for a real date tomorrow,” he said. “Borrow a dress from Olivia and I’ll take you out for dinner and shopping. Be ready at noon.”

Then he was gone and I lay back in bed, confused and annoyed all at once. I was acutely aware of the wetness between my legs and the throbbing in my sex, but I didn’t regret refusing him. He was far too arrogant and handsome for his own good. No doubt he had women falling into bed with him whenever he wanted it. I wouldn’t be one of those women. He’d already gotten more than he deserved.

The next morning, I woke late in a much better mood than yesterday. This time there was a creamy wrap dress and a pair of sandals laid on the chair just inside the door. Olivia must have been by earlier. I got up and picked up the bag and a note fluttered to the floor.

I’ve gone out with Lucien for the day. Duran said you were going into town to shop so here’s some clothes for your date. Make sure to check out Evelyn’s Boutique while you’re in town!

I put the note down, smiling a little. Olivia was far too sweet to be engaged to a man as cold as Lucien. I knew I wouldn’t be able to put up with his icy stares and constant stern expression.

I filled up the bathtub and soaked in the hot water amid my luxurious surroundings. There was bubble bath that smelled of raspberry and green tea and I made great clouds of white around me. I spent a long time shaving and scrubbing my body, although I wasn’t sure why, and then wrapped myself in a huge towel to dry. By the time I was dressed in the mint panties and bra and the wrap dress, it was almost noon.

I was tying my sandals when there was a knock on the door and Duran put his head around the corner. “Let’s go.”

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