Billionaire's Defiant Mistress (6 page)

And he glided over her once more and kissed her again. She was sunk into the pillow thinking how perfect it was and how she would only break the mood if she revealed what it was she so desperately wanted to say – but couldn't. He groaned and whispered her name, kissing her neck as he placed his knees between hers and parted her legs. Then she felt his hardness pressing against her, about to push into her moistened heat. “Carlos...”

“Yes?” He spoke impatiently, out of breath, as he was becoming lost in his senses and the sense of urgency the moment brought.

“It's the first time I have done this.” Her voice trailed off. She gave out a gasp of breath as she felt him thrust into her.

A sense of dread washed over Carlos and he shuddered. But he was in too deep now, and he felt her arms squeeze the side of his body and her hands running along his back briefly before her nails dug into his shoulder blades. He couldn't have stopped now, even if he had wanted to stop. He probably couldn't have pulled away as her grip on him got tighter and her breath heated his neck as she whispered his name.

Such was her tightness that as he moved inside her he thought he would explode in her at any second. He had to fight to hold himself back using all the skills he had evolved since losing his own virginity at the age of seventeen. In holding off he was able to slowly build Sarah towards her own sweet pleasure, to build within her an intensity and need which would explode before him. Isn't it difficult for a virgin to achieve an orgasm the first time? He wanted to disprove that statistic and would hold himself back as long as he could. Over and over he would reach the edge only to pull himself from the brink and calm himself down.

Each time he did he would continue a little slower and more deliberately, watching her and seeing how she became more abandoned and more impassioned and fulfilled. Finally he heard her give out a cry of disbelief as he felt her back arch underneath him. Never before had she felt such intense sensations as she had spasms around him and gasped as though she was on the brink of drowning. Then only as she slowed in her movements and became motionless did he finally allow himself to release into her. His pleasure went on and on as he felt a sense of anger and disbelief ripple through his body whilst he had flashes of thoughts about what he had just done.

After he had finished, he rolled away and propped himself up on his arm looking down on her flushed cheeks and wild hair spread around the pillow. His breathing was short and he steadied his thoughts and waited for his excited body to return to a more normal state. “You have some surprises, Sarah.”

She noted a tone of disapproval in his voice as she lay there, her hand tapping on her breastbone. “About this being my first time?”

“Indeed, you really should have told me.”

“I know, I should have told you but I didn't know when and it never seemed the right moment.”

He could see her anxiety and he wasn't about to start feeling guilty about what had happened. She was the one who should be having negative feelings about what had happened, not him.

“The moment you chose was a little too late – there were better times you could have chosen. It was too late for me to do anything about it,” he growled. It had been too late for him and that had made him feel a sense of powerlessness. A feeling he hated. He had been powerless in his past and had sworn never to feel powerless again, and yet this woman had put him into a position where he had not been in control of himself and what was happening. He didn't do powerlessness any more.

“Would you have stopped if I had told you earlier? At which point would you have been unable to continue?” She noticed the darkness in his eyes.

Carlos was thinking about his answer. Could he have stopped if she had told him earlier? Indeed he could have but then, would he have wanted to stop? Being able to resist her is very different to wanting to resist her. But he hadn't been given the option because she had drawn him in and told him when it was too late. Her unbelievable pronouncement had come after the point of no return.

“Why on earth have you permitted a man to take your virginity on the first date?” he asked forcefully.

His actions and words made him sound as if he believed she had just done something wrong. Had she been so shameful?

“Someone has to be my first.” Her response was said in a matter of fact tone as if it was such an obvious truth.

“But with a man you hardly know?” Carlos said it as a question but Sarah heard it as a statement. He had no intention of forming a lasting relationship with her. He wasn't looking for deep and meaningful and the evening to him was to be a distant memory a week from now, but for her... How could she ever forget her first time? With disdain, he shook his head. “How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

So very young, he thought, with a hint of bitterness flowing through his mind. Yet surely she is still old enough to have had some experience with a man. “You are twenty, very beautiful and there has never been anyone else?” He laughed briefly in a forced way. Why me? he wondered, but thought he knew the answer. Wasn't it the same reason why all women chased after him?

She was a gorgeous young woman – but her beauty had not yet been enough to lift her out of her humdrum existence and into the kind of lifestyle such beauty could find. Was her sweet cheerful attitude a cultivated persona? Did she realise just how much her God given beauty could propel her forwards in life? Was she aware of just how easy it is to exchange her beauty for riches? Is this why she gave herself away to him? And had Carlos walked straight into her snare?

Carlos felt dryness in his throat. He had a sixth sense when it came to gold-diggers and yet he had been like putty in her hands. His whole life had been shaped by a gold-digger and he wasn't about to get himself trapped again. Those big blue eyes, her bright sensual lips and that personality which was so naïve and yet worldly had pulled him in like a lamb.

Sarah could sense the contempt within him and sat upright with a feeling that she wanted to run. She thought she might cry or do something equally as stupid. Leaving seemed the safest course of action. How had she been so gullible to get herself into this position with a man who so clearly held her in contempt?

“There has never been anybody else. I apologise if I have been such a disappointment to you but I can promise I will not be bothering you again.” She flung the quilt to one side and wriggled down the bed a little as she swung her legs over the side. Carlos reached his hand over and held her at the waist.

“Where are you going?”

“I am going to go home. I didn't realise just how bad it was to make love with a man. You should have shown me your questionnaire and rule book. The one which says no virgins need apply. Now take your hand off, I am going.”

“No.” He kept a grip of her and his voice stayed firm. “You are staying here.”

“You plan on holding me hostage?”

Carlos laughed at her protestations. “Your innocent virgin routine is going a little too far now. I don't intend to keep you here against your will. Just come back here and stop fighting me. There is little reason to fight me and we both know you don't want to.” He pulled her gently towards him and her warm body fell back into his arms.

He was right. She didn't want to fight him. She wanted to lay in his arms and she wanted him to start kissing her again, just like he had kissed her earlier. Her body was wanting him anyway. Her mind was being a little more proud. Her mind was trying to be strong and to take her away so this dark and dangerous man couldn't lead her into any more trouble.

“Leave me alone!” She spoke the words but her heart wasn't in what she had said.

“No.” Carlos kissed her and could feel a momentary resistance before her lips parted and began responding to his demands with demands of her own. Kissing her now they had made love felt different. He could feel her arousal and the warm intimacy. His tongue sought hers and they flicked together in a sensual dual until he pulled his head away and looked down at her face. “I do find it strange. A woman, as gorgeous as you, and still a virgin? How does that happen? Millions of men would travel thousands of miles to meet a beauty like you.”

She didn't feel that she owed him any kind of explanation. She didn't owe it to him nor to anyone else. But her pride made her want to tell him, even if it was just to prove she wasn't some kind of tramp. She was a woman who had taken a decision and wouldn't have regretted it for a second if only he stopped reacting in this way.

“I don't know about a million men, but some men for sure.” His eyes were looking deep into her eyes as if seeking out the answers. “Most of them I had grown up with, and they were just like brothers to me. It would have seemed strange to sleep with any one of them.”

“Is that it?” His questioning was cold. “That’s all of your experience?”

“Well a few others.” She could see his eyes piercing into hers as though she were under a spotlight, undergoing interrogation. “Mainly married men who tried hitting on me.”

He could understand that. She was full of sin and temptation and would be a perfect mistress for one who was locked inside a dying relationship and needed a sexual diversion. But who would have imagined that such a curvaceous sexual being would prove to be a virgin? Then his mind reminded him, former virgin. “But you had no interest in married men?”

Sarah felt her mouth tighten at his comment. “As it happens, no. I have never thought it to be acceptable to get off with another woman's husband.”

“How do you know I don't have a wife?” He stared at her in a challenging way, locking her eyes to his.

She hesitated a moment. “No.”

“How can you be sure? Are you sure about that, Sarah?”

“I am. You are not a dishonourable type and I don't believe you would do such a thing.”

Carlos shuddered at the thought. How trusting this woman was – surely it is ridiculously naïve to place that amount of trust in a person whom you have known for just a day or two. Did she still think him a honourable man after what they had just done? His entire plan for the evening had been to get her into his bed. He had no thoughts or designs on her for the future. She was a temporary partner for him, nothing more. And yet the way she spoke to him made him think that Sarah was not like the ordinary gold-diggers he was accustomed too. She had a pride in the way she spoke and acted, he knew she wasn't there because her net had been cast to ensnare a rich lover.

But she had offered up her virginity to him and he was no more than a stranger to her. Why would she do that?

Using the back of his hand he stroked the long blond hair lying along the pillow, then leaned in towards her face where he was hit with the gentle aroma of her perfume. That smell at once sent a surge of lust through his veins. “Let me kiss you again. Making love a second time is always much better than the first time.”

“I don't think so, Carlos. You have already been clear. This evening has been a big mistake and I really should get dressed and leave.”

“You don't mean that.”

“I – I do.”

He slid his hand down her shoulder across the top of her breast before cupping it in his hand, gently squeezing and stroking her breast so her nipple hardened. “Are you sure you want to leave?”

Her eyes had a close up of his rugged jawline, his heated body was pressed against hers and as he caressed her she could feel her resolve weakening. Her mind was issuing warnings but her body had been hypnotised to react in a different way. There was a helplessness to do anything other than let her body blend into his as he continued playing with her nipple. “I should go,” she whispered. The quiet tone of her voice and the lack of conviction was apparent to her immediately after she had spoken the words. She was enjoying this new experience and, as she noted the contradiction of what she was saying compared to the way her body was feeling, she smiled inwardly to herself.

“You should stay. It is much too late to analyse what we should or should not have done. We are where we are now and it is better to make the most of what we have. Shouldn't we explore each other some more and improve our situation rather than regret this evening?”

“Yes.” She had barely managed the one word response before her mouth was covered by kisses as Carlos pressed over his desire to have her again. As his body rolled over, her hand naturally moved to his firm silky buttock which she held tightly to help pull him in towards her.

“Yes, Sarah. Yes.”

Their second time was very different to the first. This time Carlos showed her that love-making didn't have to be urgent and frantic; instead it was slow and deep. He wanted to please her and as he felt her trembling body underneath him he pulled her close to him as he waited for her to grow still.

Afterwards she rested her head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart and the sound of his breath as it slowed. She wanted reassurance from him. She wanted him to tell her that what they had done this night was not a sin, that it wasn't wrong to want each other.

“Carlos?” She asked.

“Hush Sarah, my dear. Don't spoil anything by talking. Let's sleep.”

Sarah felt as if she had been brushed away in a most undiplomatic fashion, but was too tired to protest. Her body had been through new experiences and she was emotionally drained too. Expecting to talk to him shortly she allowed her eyelids to close and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She awoke to a brief moment of uncertainty as she glanced at her surroundings not knowing where she was. A giant crumpled bed in a well lit room with two tall, wide windows. Her memory restored she could hear the sound of water flowing in a shower. Her head hit the pillow once more and she must have slept again because when she next looked up there was Carlos stood by the window, fully dressed. He had on a dark suit and a shirt, the same as the day before. As she sat up a little resting backwards on her elbows under the duvet
, she noticed he was tying a knot in his tie
. Carlos
turned to look at her as she moved and their eyes met.