Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) (8 page)

“Your answer, Sarah.”

“Both,” she said. “One feeds the other.”

He gave a little approving grunt. Apparently,
she’d given the right answer. It was the truth. He rewarded her by
plunging the length of his finger inside her. She gasped at the
invasion, even as the walls of her pussy tightened around him,
begging him not to leave. He pumped his hand once, twice, three
times before pulling out and away.

She heard his mouth open and the unmistakable
sound of sucking. He was tasting her. Sampling her, she realized.
Trying out all that her body had to offer before deciding if he
wanted more.

“Your cunt feels small,” he said, after he
was done licking her off his finger. “I wonder if it could take me.
Would you like to find out?”

Sarah’s heart sped. She knew just how big he
was, how she had struggled to fit even a portion of him into her
mouth. But the thought of him pressing into her pussy, filling her
up to the point of pain, made her ache with longing.

She nodded as best she could.

He guided her up from the table with his hand
still wrapped around her neck and pushed her down to her knees.

“You had better make me good and wet
then.”

Sarah grasped onto his hips for support. He
tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her open mouth onto his
cock. Her tongue slid down the length of him. The crown collided
with the back of her throat. He held her there for a long moment
until she struggled for air. Her scalp burned as he pulled her back
off.

Again and again, he repeated the movement.
Her pussy grew wetter with every swipe of her tongue and every
growl of pleasure it drew from him. She reveled in the way the
muscles under her hands flexed and tightened. Her jaw began to ache
with strain but she didn’t protest.

After a few minutes of this delicious
torment, he wrenched her up to her feet. Fingers still curled tight
in her hair, he pulled her against him. Her breasts crushed against
the hard plane of his chest. His lips crashed against hers. Sarah’s
eyes widened even though all she could see was inky darkness. His
kiss was as savage as the rest of him, but it was also surprisingly
intimate. He ran the tip of his tongue over her lower lip, making
her shiver. He wasn’t just readying a fuck. He wanted
her
.

He released his hold on her hair and went for
the hem of her shirt instead. She didn’t resist as he lifted it
over her head. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her
body flush with his. That electric sizzle that always seemed to
happen between them when skin touched skin traveled down the length
of her. He felt warm and strong and hard. She kissed him with long
strokes of her tongue. She could have gone on like this
forever.

But he was done waiting. He twisted her
around and pushed down across the table again. He gathered her
wrists together in one of his hands and held them tight just at the
small of her back.

“Are you ready?” He pressed his cock against
the opening of her pussy. Sarah gasped as he began to slide the
full length back and forth against her slick folds. Desire built
inside her, overwhelming the last of her fear.

“Yes.”

Sarah tensed as he pushed the tip inside her.
She waited for him to bury himself with a single brutal thrust, but
instead he moved mercilessly slow, forcing her to feel every inch
of him stretching her wide. Her first instinct was to clench the
walls of her pussy tight around him, but he kept going, demanding
her submission. Even as wet as she was, the friction was so intense
it bordered on torture.

She tried to press back, hoping to take him
all at once and be done with it, but he pinned her down tight. She
couldn’t wriggle, couldn’t move an inch. He commanded
everything—her movement, her pleasure, her pain.

He groaned in triumph as his hips finally
pressed against hers.

“Now you are mine,” he growled.

He slid out fully before plunging back in,
again and again. With every stroke he increased the tempo. Sarah
gasped for air as pleasure bombarded her body. Little moans escaped
her throat with each exhale. The sound of his flesh slapping
against hers echoed off the walls. The table shook with every slam
of his body until she feared that it would collapse beneath her and
send them crashing to the floor.

Without warning the tension inside her broke.
Blinding white pleasure racked her body, and for a moment nothing
else filled her mind except glorious sensation.

The afterglow was short-lived. The second
that her body relaxed, he pulled hard on her arms, yanking her off
the table. He held her at an odd angle. His cock was still buried
deep within her. His arms held hers outspread, supporting her full
weight. If he let go she would fall into a heap at his feet.

“Did I say that you could come?” His voice
was harsh.

Sarah shook from head to toe with the strain
of trying to keep her balance. “I didn’t know that I needed your
permission.”

He stretched her arms tighter. “Then you
haven’t been paying attention. In this place, Sarah, you are mine.
I am your master. Everything you do, everything you feel, is mine
to grant or deny. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good girl.” He pulled out of her and gently
let down her arms. He twisted her around and lifted her up so that
she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pivoted his hips,
plunging his cock back inside her. “Now, kiss me.”

He controlled the movement, guiding her up
and down on his shaft. The delicious friction began again. With
every movement she ground against him—her lips against his, her
breasts against his chest, her swollen clit against his groin. The
sweat of passion and exertion slicked both their bodies.

Once more pleasure built to breaking inside
her. Sarah tried to hold it back. She focused on her breath, her
heartbeat, anything to slow the shattering at her core. None of it
did any good. In the end, it was only the strength of her
determination that kept her from the edge. But how long could her
resolve last?

“Please. Please may I come?”

“No,” he said through clenched teeth. “Not
yet.”

He pivoted so that her back crashed into the
wall behind her. She cried out in both surprise and frustration. If
she moved an inch, if she shook too hard, the rough texture of the
wall would abrade her back.

He picked up the pace, pounding into her with
an intensity that bordered on brutal.

“Please, please, please.” Sarah was only half
aware of the words falling from her lips. A constant plea. A
prayer.

“Soon. Not yet,” he said, as breathless as
she was. He was just as close. If she could hold on just a little
longer.

The strain of holding back became
unbearable.

“Please, master, please!”

“Yes,” he said. “Now.”

Everything inside Sarah splintered,
fragmenting into a thousand shards of light. Her fingernails dug
into his skin, but he kept going, hammering into her. He kept
pushing her past the edge of reason until she went limp in his
arms.

A moment later his primal roar deafened her.
A weightless flutter filled her belly as the creature pushed away
form the wall and crashed down to his knees. His cock pulsed deep
within her, again and again.

Sarah had no idea how long they stayed like
that, clinging to each other, spent and exhausted on his basement
floor. After enough time had passed for the sweat on their bodies
to cool, he leaned over and drug one of the blankets that had
tumbled to the floor. He lay down and tucked her next to him. Sarah
settled her head on his outstretched arm. His other arm curled over
her possessively.

She was his. The thought fluttered through
her mind as her eyes closed. If it had been any other time, any
other man, the idea would have terrified her. It would have had her
clawing and scratching to get away. But at that moment, nothing had
ever pleased Sarah more.

Grant woke to the sound of the thick steel
bolt that had held the basement door closed sliding free. His eyes
popped open, but he was still surrounded by blackness.

Of course he was. He’d broken the only bulb
last night. He’d done it so she wouldn’t be able to see him as he
stalked her from across the room, and so that all of her other
senses would be heightened when he took her.

The memory stirred his sleeping cock, and it
pressed against the warm sleeping body nestled in his arms. Her
body fit against his perfectly. He couldn’t remember the last time
he’d slept so well. Not even the hard basement floor bothered him.
She had snuggled against him and fallen asleep almost instantly.
She’d trusted him. She’d been a fool.

Grant knew better than anyone that the
monster that lurked in the men of his family couldn’t be trusted.
It was just a matter of time before something went wrong.
Hedonistic beasts were not known for their control after all.

Except that last night he had. Grant had
never allowed the cursed creature inside him even a taste of
pleasure. It had taken every ounce of resolve he possessed not to
come inside her with that first thrust. Somehow he had held on
until she had orgasmed…twice.

“That’s a hell of a way to wake a girl up.”
Sarah’s groggy whisper sounded louder than it was in the silent
room. She wiggled her ass and Grant realized how hard his cock had
become. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Grant got up and headed for the door. He
pulled it open a crack and a sliver of light sliced across the
floor and illuminated Sarah’s face. She raised an arm to shield her
eyes.

He felt a strange clutch in the vicinity of
his heart as he looked down at her. She clutched the blanket to her
chest with her free hand. There were a few faint red marks showing
on her wrists and shoulders.

“I have a terrible feeling that I owe you
another breakfast,” he said.

She smiled up at him, a wide, utterly
unselfconscious smile. Grant had never seen anyone look so
beautiful in his life.

“And a new outfit too,” she said, shooting a
pointed look at the pile of torn clothes next to her.

She gathered the blanket around her and
followed him from the room. She paused at the top of the
stairs.

“Do you mind if I use your shower again?” she
asked.

“Of course not.”

She lifted herself up on tiptoes and kissed
the corner where his lips met his cheek. It was a sweet gesture.
Playful. And Grant had no idea how to react to it.

A part of him wanted to pull her close and
force her to meet his lips full on. Another part wanted to push her
off and scare her away. Still another part, a calm, contented part
that he was almost wholly unfamiliar with, whispered that he should
just relax and enjoy the attention she showed him. In the end, he
stood there, still and stiff, and waited for it to end.

Grant stared after her as she turned and
disappeared down the hall. He didn’t have to show her where the
shower was. Of course not. She already knew the way. At this rate,
she’d know his house better than he did by the end of the week. For
some reason, the idea wasn’t as upsetting as he was hoping it would
be.

He thought for a moment about joining her.
He’d never seen her naked after all. He knew the feel of her skin,
her mouth, her sex, but he had yet to have the pleasure of watching
her undress. Just the thought of the sight of her lithe body
surrounded by steam, water cascading over every curve and hollow,
made him harden.

Damn. No, he wouldn’t do it. It was better to
leave that one last intimacy undone. He would do one unselfish
thing today and let the poor woman bathe in peace.

He went to his own bathroom and turned on the
shower. He turned the knob all the way to cold. His blood was hot
enough already.

Sarah tried not to linger in the water this
time, but it was no use. Her muscles were sore in places that she
didn’t even know existed. The hot water just felt too good. She had
some marks on her shoulders and hips, a few of them looked like
they were turning into full-on bruises. Nothing serious. They were
all superficial. If it had been any other situation she would have
been upset to find herself in such a state, but right now all she
felt was pride. She could take it. She could take him.

She kept stealing glances at the door, hoping
it would open, hoping Grant would walk in, slide the shower door
open and offer to wash her back. But eventually the hot water had
started to run out, and Sarah had to admit that it wasn’t going to
happen.

She tried not to guess at the reason why as
she dried herself with one of his oversized fluffy towels. He
hadn’t looked happy this morning, but at least he hadn’t tried
pushing her back to her truck first thing like he had yesterday.
He’d been the one to offer her breakfast this time. That was
something.

She had no right to expect sudden change from
him. She had shown up out of nowhere and challenged the whole way
he’d lived his life. She could hardly expect him to jump up and
down in gratitude. At least she had proven herself right about the
curse. He was no monster. She had spent the whole night locked up
with him and survived without a scratch. Well, maybe a few
scratches, but nothing serious.

Sarah wrapped the towel around her and went
out to find Grant. He was in the kitchen again, pouring coffee. His
hair was damp and clung to the back of his neck. He’d had time to
fully dress for the day. He was even wearing shoes, like he was
going out, and the stovetop looked cold. Sarah pushed down her
disappointment.

“No home cooked meal this time?” she teased
from the doorway.

He turned around with a mug in his hand. His
eyes swept up her body, lingering on the place where her legs
disappeared under the towel. One look and the heat came surging
back inside her.