Billionaire's Revenge (10 page)

The moment he kissed her she gave up any pretense of fighting him off, her body jumping in greedy awareness and want for the man who pulled her once more against him.
 
This time their lovemaking
was
slower, languorous
, as he explored every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, Sara unable to believe the myriad of sensations which swept over her.  She lost her inhibitions as she copied him, taking pleasure in the way her exploration of his body caused him to groan and whisper such words of encouragement
,
full of
barely-
contain
ed need.

When he rolled onto his back
,
he pulled
Sara over him
.  S
he
sighed
,
straddling his body as he guided her
onto the hardness of him
, her gasp turning to a long moan of pleasure as she
took
him deep within her body.  Moving, she steadied herself with fingers which enjoyed the feel of his warm chest, his hands holding her thighs
,
moving her as she set the pace for their lovemaking. 

Sara found controlling the rate and depth a powerful aphrodisiac
;
watching his face as he tried to push deeper within her
,
she teas
ed
him before sinking over him
,
hearing the loud hiss of pleasure from him.  Soon however, she felt the same waves rise within, not able to believe that she could experience such int
ensity so soon after the last time, her movements becoming faster as she climaxed, her cries filling the
space as her head
f
ell
back. 

Darius raised himself, one arm wrapping around her waist as he rolled her onto her back, his movement deepening his penetration of her pulsating body, making her whimper, his body stroking harder
,
keeping her spiralling within the intensity of her orgasm before he too joined her
,
panting and moaning with the relief of his release.  Completely spent
, Darius fell heavily over Sara, only this time she allowed herself to wrap her arms around him
,
holding him close.

After several seconds he lifted his head, a smile on his mouth as he dropped a kiss on her lips before rolling from her
, a chuckle leaving him as he looked over at her with eyes still warm from the intensity of their reaction to each other.
 
“Now we are finished”
,
he grinned, Sara giving a
chuckle
back
. 
“
Wimp
”
,
she managed,
collapsing in a heap
,
already feeling as her eyes
felt so heavy
as tiredness pervaded every part of her, the last sound before she
fell
asleep
was his deep rumbling laugh.

The next morning
,
Sara’s eyes blinked open
; she lifted
her head in confusion, expecting to see the small room her mother allowed her to use while she was looking for her own place.  As realisation swamped her
,
she groaned
,
her body feeling stiff from the activities of the previous night.
 
Her hand brushed across the bed
,
quickly realising that she was alone as she sat up pulling the sheet ar
ound her. 

“Good morning”
His voice
made her stiffen, pulling the sheet tighter
,
her eyes opening wider as they
fell
on the man sitting at the desk.  
Frown
ing softly she noticed that he was fully dressed, amazed that she
heard nothing
as she was
normally such a light sleeper.  Dressed more casually today in jeans and a shirt, he was reading papers.  With his seat facing the bed s
he knew that he must have been watching her as she slept, this thought making her uncomfortable while strangely aroused. 

“What time is it?”
,
she finally managed, his mouth quirking as he put down the papers
,
rising and moving back to stand over her
, the tingles turning to full out electric jolts running through her now
.
 
Darius
had
enjoyed watching the young woman sleep, her hair fal
ling around her face, her expression almost angelic, this thought surprising him.  The night
had
been more wonderful than he ever
expected
her reaction to him
mind-
blowing
.  He felt
his body’s tightening awareness just at the memory.  He knew after six years of pent-up hatred for the woman before him his revenge
was
the reason for the intensity, satisfaction filling him.

“8
:30
”
His
smooth tone
saw
her physically shiver, Sara scolding herself with the way his mere presence was affecting her.  G
iving an unsure
half-
smile she nodded softly aware that it was the week
end wondering if Darius Garelli always got up so early.
 
“Y
...
you must have been up early”
,
she finally managed, feeling the need to fill the heavy silence which
fell
between t
hem, seeing as his eyes slid over her bare shoulders, embarrassed as her nipples tightened with just his eyes on her body.  His knowing smile made her wan
t the ground to open up and swallow her whole as she flushed
,
turning from him.

Sitting down
beside her, she felt panic rise, not at his presence but at the way her whole body started to tingle with expectation, jumping as his finger slid down her shoulder.
 
“I wish that we
had
more time”
,
his voice sensual as his eyes slid down her a shiver running through S
ara with the intensity of her desire for the man so close as he sat forward
,
his mouth finding hers in a soft kiss, his hand caressing her cheek befor
e pulling back.
 
“But...We don’t
”

Sara’s eyes flick
ed open as she ran her tongue along her lips, tasting him once more, her eyes questioning
. 
“Why?”
 
Embarrassment
flash
ed
through her as she realised what she just said, how she must have sounded,
her
cheeks
reddening
. 
“I
...
I meant...what is happening?”
 
Inwardly cringing
, she saw
the way he grinned
. 
“I have a meeting in about thirty minutes and this
evening
we are retu
rning to my house just outside of the city”
 
“Y...your house?”
H
er voice
took
on a tinge of panic
. 
“H...how far outside the city
?
”
Darius surprised at the way she looked so wary
.

With a smile he named the sub
urb on the outskirts
, her eyes looking away as her brows furrowed in concentration before looking more relieved
. 
“I.
.
.I guess that is fine...right side of the city...closer
even”
,
she mused softly as he sat watching her
. 
“Right side of the city for what?
”
his question asked gently
as she bit her lip nervously
. 
“I
...
I can’t say
”
Darius
g
ave
a deep sigh
.

“Fine...but we are out of here at
six
-
make sure
you are ready. 
You will need more clothes, because as I said yesterday...I have no desire to see you wandering around dressed like a teenager, so
Rachel is coming around in one hour...I have organised for a credit card to be made available for you,
it
should be delivered
soon”
 
Pushing her hair back nervously she felt uncomfortable.
 
“I would rather not”
,
her voice
more cold than she intended, more than just a little insulted by his comments though knowing that they were fair, her dress the previous day meant to put him
off the thought of taking her to bed,
as he
gave
a small chuckle
.

“I like my women to look nice
.  Like them to feel special
”
,
his head mov
ed
to nuzzle her neck as she
froze
, Sara flinching
,
suddenly feeling so dirty.
 
“I am sure you
do...but I am NOT one of your women.  We both know that
”
His
teeth nipp
ed at her neck making her gasp with the jolt of desire that flashed through her before he stood giving her a smile
. 
“Of course you are...last night proved that...even if you
don’t w
ant to
accept it...maybe we can talk more about it later”
 
Turning
,
she felt shame at the memory of how she
had
clung to him, touched him
,
wanted him.

“You are delusional Darius.  I was there because you blackmailed me.  I was making the best of a bad situation”
 
He
froze
for a split second before giving a harder
laugh
, the sound setting her nerves on edge as he walked to the door
. 
“Well I enjoyed your ‘best of a bad situation’ so think of the credit card as reward for services rendered”
 
The d
oor closing
saw
her fall back against the
pillow
,
a small scream leaving her lips at his comment, the feeling of being d
irty returning to her once more as she groaned with shame.

Darius moved down the corridor
,
his expression hardened as he stabbed at the
elevator
button.  “Make the best of a bad situation”
- who the hell did she think she was he fumed, as angry with himself as her.  He had
planned on humiliating her, making her believe that he intended to make her his mistress for two weeks.  His real plan
was
for one evening only
-
to parade her before all those her mother and family held in such high esteem. 

Stepping into the
elevator,
a small groan
left him.  What the hell
happened?
  He
wanted to see the look on her face as he forced her to dress up for him in the lingerie he picked out himself, to make her think that he intended to force her into his bed, t
hen at the last moment to tell her to leave, to make her think that she
was not
good enough for him.

Cursing the memory of the way she kissed him when he
took
her into his arms
s
ent a small
tremor
through him.  She
had
not fought hi
m as he
believed she would but instead
melted against him, his determination leaving with the need to possess her, to have her just as he
had
wanted her six years ago.

Looking skyward, he thought of the young Sara Balfour.  She
fooled him then just
as she fooled him again.  He
thought her to be sweet, kind, the other contractors preferring to deal with Sara who was meticulous and considerate.  She
had
always been polite but distant, the only woman who
had
not thrown herself at him, unlike her si
ster.  Darius thought that she was perhaps
shy, finding himself nervous to do the one thing he most wanted – ask her out- until the day she
took
such pleasure in firing him, his mouth setting in a thin line.