Billionaire's Revenge (8 page)

St
e
pping in
to
the middle of the room
,
he
beckoned
for her to move closer, Sara wondering how her legs were able to carry her forward
, they shook so much.  Stopping several feet from him she dropped her eyes to the ground unaware as her arms moved protectively around her body to hide the skimpy outfit she wore.  The small chuckle from him snapped her head up to his, her look full of the nervousness and indecision she felt.

“Playing the little frightened girl Sara?
”
his tone full of amusement, she feeling the anger which
rose
within her at his words.  Taking a deep breath she forced her hands to drop to her side, her body straightening and head rising to look back at him, her chin rising in defiance, forcing her
features to show nothing.  He stepped closer
,
no longer laughing
. 
“Now there is the Sara Balfour I remember.  The cold little
temptress
who couldn’t give a damn about anybody but herself...her daddy’s little girl”

Once more she felt the jolt of hurt at his words, but
kept her features impassive
,
not wanting to give hi
m the satisfaction of seeing her upset, her mouth clenched tightly shut, her mind struggling to accept what was going on. 
For the first time she realised that deep down she
felt that he woul
d not really force her into his bed
-
that
he was only trying
to humiliate her.  The man she knew
six years ago
was
fair and held in high esteem by the other contractors and employees.  
D
id he not realise he had
humiliated her enough?   

Darius stepped forward
,
his eyes travelling down her with
approval.
 
Reaching out
,
he touched the small strap on her shoulder, his eyes full of fire
. 
“I knew how you would look in that the moment I chose it...and you do not disappoint
”
His
tone
had
been heavy, hus
ky, Sara surprised that he
had
indeed
chosen the lingerie himself.  With shock she suddenly realised that
he intended to see it through...he really
did intend to force her into his bed, this bringing a desperation into her eyes as he stepped
even closer
,
his hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her to him.
 
“I always
had
a soft spot for you Sara”
, h
is breath and words fanning along her cheek sending tremors throughout her
.  
“But you were always so cold to me, not to anybody else
...just me.
..now why was that
? Did you think I preferred your sister... because I really
didn’t?
”

Sara swallowed, the hairs on her ears tickling as he spoke, sending electric signals running down her spine
. 
“I...I have no idea what you are talking about”
,
she managed, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible as he chuckled once more.
 
“Oh I am going to enjoy melting that coldness Sara.  If nothing else this mo
rning showed how hot you really can be behind that
icy
veneer of yours”
 
Pulling her head back slightly to look into his dark dangerous eyes, a strange
light
filling them, one which was causing her belly to flip disconcertingly
,
she stared back, her eyes
pleading
. 
“Please don’t do this Darius.  I am not who you think I am...I am begging you...please”

She
saw
the hardness once more return
to his features, his fingers gripping her tighter
. 
“You are exactly who I think you are Sara.  Did it give
you pleasure to fire me all those years ago
, when I told you I was innocent
- to accuse me of being a thief?  Did it make you feel good?  Because now it is my turn and believe me, I am going to enjoy this”
 
With that he hauled her
hard up
against himself, his mouth taking hers in a punishing kiss, her whimper lost as she tried in vain to push him away
, his arms moving around her waist
,
holding her
tightly
to him.
 

Sara stiffened.  Nigel had
been the only man she
ever slept with.  The memory of her wedding night
sen
t
a shudder through her, Darius pulling slightly back from her.
 
“Do I repulse you Sara?”
,
as a small
half-
laugh left him
, his eyes flicked over her features.  She
did
not dare to meet his eyes
.  How could she tell him that
her only experience of sex
had
been with a man who thought only of his own
pleasure.
  The memory of her wedding night
sent
yet another tremor through her.  Drunk from the reception, he
climbed into bed with a nervous Sara, her expectations of romance and passion crushed as he
fell
o
ver her and pushed himself deeply into her unprepared body.  It
was
a traumatic and painful experience and her tears angered him,
the rest of their sexual life as a married couple no better.

His finger gently
ran down her spine, again making Sara jump, confused as her whole body reacted at this slightest of touches.  Being with Nigel had
been torturous, Sara hat
ing
every moment he
laid a hand on
her, yet just one touch
from Darius was sending all kinds of electric jolts throughout her, heat pooling deep within her belly.  The realisation hit her that she wanted him to keep touching her, to do so much more, revulsion filling her at her own reaction to this man.   “I feel nothing for you”
,
she muttered, the lie leaving her
lips as he
gave
a small chuckle
.

“Well...good job that I have so many feelings for you my heartless
little
beauty”
 
Once more he pulled her harder into himself
,
taking
her mouth with his, his kiss demanding. 
As her vain attempts of escape stopped, his kiss
became
softer
,
his tongue sliding along the seam of her mouth gently demanding entrance.
 
A
s her
s
clamped tightly shut against his, Darius
changed
tack
, his hands pulled
her against his groin where Sara felt the hardness of him against her, the feel of him so aroused affecting her ability to hold back. 
To her eternal shame she felt her lips open, giving him the entry he sought, his tongue sliding against hers, a tremor passing through her as her arms slid around his neck. 

His fingers pushed the small thin straps of the teddy from her shoulder, his mouth dropping to kiss along the length of her creamy skin, his thumb brushed against the heightened nub, a moan leaving her lips at the soft touch.  Sara felt him pause, pull
ing
back slightly as she whimpered, her fingers grasping at him, her body moved against him harder.
 
“Don’t stop”
,
her mouth begged, grinding her hips harder against his, his return moan flooding her with
a need that was shocking to Sara, her hands
,
as though with a will of their own
,
slid under the elastic
ized
waistband of his pants.

His masculine hiss and low growl
only heightened
her
need for him, as her hand caressed the swell of his botto
m,
Darius yanking her in harder against himself.

“Now what happened to my little ice-maiden?
”
his voice drawled against her neck, his breathing as ragged as her
s
before his mouth descended
.  This time his arms moved to lift her as he strode purposefully to the bed, laying her on the softness, his weight joining her.  Sara groaned as his mouth
found hers, the sound turned to a gasp as his fingers slid between her legs.  Writhing un
controllably, he flipped the
snaps
with a lack of haste that was driving her crazy.  She wanted him to touch her, to feel her excitement, his movements skimming the already wet heat of her sending all new kinds of tremors through her body.
 
As she moved her hips higher, an uncontrollable action betraying her need, his mouth kisse
d along her cheek
and
curved into a smile as it descended to her neck, his tongue licking the fleshy lobe of her ear.
 
“Soon little Sara...soon”

She wanted to die knowing that he understood how much she wanted him.  So much for holding back, not being an active participant in his blackmail.  Sara hated herself, her insides cringing even as th
ey pooled with such intensity.
“I hate you”
,
she muttered with vehemence even as her own hands moved to slide against the front of his pants, the tented material a
clear indication that she was not the only one aroused.

His small chuckle was
lost as his finger slid against the wetness of her, sliding deep within her body, a loud gasp wrenched from her even as his head dipped to nip the heightened nipple through
the thin material of
the teddy she wore
.

“Oh God”
,
her panted words
,
as her hand wrapped around the length of him over the silk material rewarded by the guttural moan that
was
ripped from his throat, Italian words spilling from him.  Just as suddenly
as his fingers
had
penetrated her he removed them, Sara only just managing to stop herself from begging him not to, the
moan
full of her disappointment.  He
however
r
ose
,
and
flipping the straps from the main part of the lingerie
,
grasped it with both hands dragging it down her body.  He moved down her as he pulled the skimpy material down her legs
,
leaving Sara completely naked as he knelt at her feet.

She
lay
with her back on the soft silky
duvet, pulling herself half up and resting her weight on her elbows as he smiled at her.  The smile was roguish, full of intent as his eyes trailed down every perfect inch of her body, his look scorching her as she blushed both with embarrassment and with desire.  As his eyes
f
ell
on the
blonde hair at the apex of her thighs she swallowed, the cry pulled from her as he slid down low and pulled her legs apart, his arm laid over her pelvis to stop her from moving
.

“N
...
No Darius” she panted, even as his mouth descended to the heat of her, a long rattling sigh leaving her as her head flew
backwards, her body once more falling heavily on the bed.  His mouth
had
been determined, sliding along her as he licked and sucked her with such devastating accuracy, Sara feeling the small sob on her lips as
her hands gripped his head, holding him, encouraging him.

She
was completely lost in the sensations that he was raising within her, sensations so foreign to her, totally unable to control the cries and pleading for him not to stop; aware of the strange tingling that filled her, tingl
ing
which seemed to be growing and unfurling in her belly.
 
When he pulled back, she
gave
a disappointed groan, her eyes flying open, searching
,
a growl of desire torn from her as he
stood pushing the pants from himself, her eyes feasting hungrily o
n his body, widening at the size of him. 

Darius slid back onto the bed, his mouth once more seeking hers, the kiss demanding as she tasted herself on his tongue, the knowledge making her sigh softly as her hands clutched at his shoulder,
fingers scraping down his back.
 
“Tell me you
’
r
e on the pill Sara”
,
his voice was tense,  breathless, Sara only able to nod against him as he raised himself over her, his relieved throaty growl sending tremors through her quivering body before with one long sure thrust he entered her, sheathing himself fully within her sm
all body.