Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 4) (8 page)

“Lovely,” I said.
“And so wet.”

“I can’t do this,”
she protested, but she tipped her hips back, telegraphing loud and
clear that she didn’t mean it for a second.

“I know, sweetie,”
I said. “It’s a shame, isn’t it?” I slid a gentle finger
across her slick lips and smiled as she moaned in response.

Though the light was
dim I could see all of her – the curves of her ass, her glistening
pussy lips, the smoothness of her skin. I had never been hungrier or
harder. If she thought I was big and stiff in Texas, she wasn’t
going to believe what Boston did to me.

I pushed a finger
inside her and held it still, feeling her clench around me. “You
love that,” I said. “You don’t want to, but you do.”

She sighed on a
quivering exhale. “Stop,” she begged. “Please.”

I pushed my finger
deeper. “All you have to do is walk away.” In and out, in and
out, slowly and gently. She gasped, gushing onto my hand.

“You won’t let me,”
she said. Her voice was low and husky.

“Is that what you’ll
tell your husband if he walks in? That I wouldn’t let you?” She
was almost too tight to let in a second finger, but I stretched her
open, letting her feel the power in my hands.

“Yes,” she
whispered. “I’ll say you forced me.”

“Go ahead. He’ll
know it isn’t true, just like I do.” I thrust both fingers inside
and watched as her knees trembled.

“God, Drex.”

“What? That doesn’t
feel good? You want something else?”

“No, I…”

“Something else,” I
said, pulling out my hand and spreading her apart with my fingers.
“Like this, for instance?” With just the tip of my tongue, I
licked her from behind. She tasted like nectar, the sexiest and
sweetest kind of honey I could imagine.

“Don’t you dare,”
she whispered.

I lapped her again. I
could spend all day doing this and not get nearly enough. “Why?
Afraid you might like it too much?”

“Please go,” she
whispered.

She tried to turn
around again but I held her hips still. “You’re not going
anywhere, so you might as well enjoy it.”

She huffed. “This is
wrong.”

“It’s terrible,”
I said, kissing up her thigh. “I’m a bastard to subject you to
it.”

“Yes, you are,” she
said, her voice quavering.

“You hate me for it,
don’t you?”

“I despise you.”

“I can tell.” I
flicked my tongue between her legs, teasing, grazing her clit,
bringing her the sweet agony that would break her down. I knew her
responses so well. She wouldn’t last long if I kept this up.

I stood and turned her
toward me. She was shaking all over like a scared little girl.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I growled.

“We can’t –”

“The bedroom, Jane.
Now.”

All she could do was
nod once. Gorgeously naked, she led the way up a flight of stairs to
a narrow hallway with high, molded ceilings. “It’s here,” she
said in a breathy voice, opening the door.

I stepped in after her.

Thin shafts of sunlight
came in through gaps in the velvet drapes. I could make out a
king-size sleigh bed, bedside tables and lamps, a wall covered with
framed photographs. This is the place where Jane the wife spent her
nights getting fucked by her husband. It was also the place where I
was about to claim her as mine.

After today, my
presence would be in this room forever, reminding her of the man she
truly belonged to.

“Face me,” I said,
kicking the door shut with my foot.

She turned around. Her
lips were parted and her cheeks bright pink. I could see it – she
was past the point of saying no. From now on, it would be nothing but
yes, please, and don’t stop. Her hands shook at her sides.

I had to admit, I
enjoyed her reaction. I affected her in every way, physically and
emotionally. She couldn’t hide a damn thing from me.

Taking her by the
shoulder, I brought her to the bed. “Lie down,” I said. “Open
your legs.”

As she lay back, she
looked so fragile and vulnerable that my need to protect her roared
to the surface. Protect her and fuck her exactly like she deserved.

Legs spread wide, she
held out her slender arms. God, what she did to me.

I kneeled on the edge
of the bed and wrapped her in my body. I entered her hard and fast,
possessing her with every inch as I listened to her gasp my name.

My name, not her
husband’s.

Because she belonged to
me, and always would. While he’d left her out in the world alone,
I’d saved her. I’d seen how precious she was.

Every stroke felt so
primitive and powerful that I shuddered against her. Her pussy was
wet and silky, almost too tight for me. I thrust into her, watching
her face and sliding my shaft against her clit, knowing just how to
make my sweet Jane come.

Arms locked around my
neck, she moaned with the kind of pleasure only I could give her.
“You need this, don’t you?” I said.

“Yes,” she panted.

“I love giving it to
you.”

Her thighs tightened
around me and her flat belly contracted. “Give it to me, Drex.
Please. I can’t wait.”

“You won’t have
to.”

I plundered her, each
thrust deeper and more complete than the last. A sheen of sweat
covered her breasts. With a sharp cry, she looked up at me, bit her
lip, and let go. An orgasm began to shake her from her pretty
red-painted toes all the way up her body. I wanted to last, to see
her finish coming before I exploded into her, but I was an animal,
too pumped up and too far gone to stop.

I grabbed her hair in
my hands and covered her mouth with mine. Our kiss was everything it
always had been – deep, passionate, obscenely sexy. I tasted and
explored her tongue as my cock filled her with every last drop of my
come.

She was so tight around
me, a perfect fit. I was penetrating her, pleasuring her, and owning
her. She belonged to me again, and would forever.

I held her against me
as if we could stop time by grabbing on to each other. Nobody had
ever hugged me so long, or so hard.

Damn our circumstances.
I was going to stay like this all afternoon. All week. For the rest
of my life.

“Blue Eyes,” I
said, framing her cheek in my hand.

She let out a long,
ragged sigh and smiled. At the same time, a door opened downstairs.

We stared at each
other. Her eyes were wide and stunned.

“Who’s that?” I
whispered.

“It must be David,”
she said. “He’s home early.”

Even in that moment,
knowing how close I was to discovery and total disaster, I hated
hearing her speak his name. It sounded too familiar and way too
intimate.

She wasn’t his. She
was mine. I’d just proved it.

The hell with it – I
wanted
him to find
us. I wanted him to see her with her legs spread wide, my cock
possessing her the way his never would. I was ready for a showdown,
right here, with twenty reporters outside with their ears practically
pinned to the wall.

Wasn’t that what I’d
come for? To reclaim her? To prove possession and crush David Blair
into the dirt for being a shitty husband?

Jane slid out from
under me and tossed me my shirt. “I’ll try to distract him,”
she said, grabbing a dress from the closet and slipping it over her
head. “Go out the back the way you came in.”

“I’m not going
anywhere,” I said, rolling onto my back. This wasn’t a bad bed
considering the God-awful quilt. Pretty damn comfortable, actually.

“
What?
”
she hissed, her eyes round.

“Come on, Jane.
You’re coming back to me sooner or later.”

Clearly frantic, she
fisted her hair in both hands. “You can’t do this, Drex.”

I casually put my palms
behind my head. It might seem cruel to confront a man with a cock as
big as mine, but that’s what he got for abandoning Jane. An eight
inch – all right, eight and a
half
inch – wake-up call.

“Please,” Jane
begged. “Get dressed and go.”

I heard keys rattling
and footsteps on the stairs. Unless I wanted to jump two stories down
to the sidewalk in front of a bunch of voracious reporters who’d
been hoping for just such a thing to happen, I was staying put.

“He’s already
here,” I said. “We have to tell him the truth.”

“Like this?” She
held her palms out toward my naked body. Her eyes brimmed with tears,
and in a quiet appeal that felt almost like a prayer, she said,
“Please, Drex. Let me do this one thing my way.”

Her eyes were bigger
than I’d ever seen them. It was all up to me. He’d be here in
about twenty seconds. We could have a scene, or an outright goddamn
debacle.

As much as I’d looked
forward to demonstrating my dominance over her husband in stark naked
terms, I couldn’t put through Jane through it. This was going to be
tough enough.

I stood and put on my
shirt. “Thank you,” she mouthed as I yanked on my jeans.

Tossing back her hair,
she stepped into flat sandals. “I’m giving you a house tour,”
she said. “You’re here to make sure I’m all right. That’s our
story, okay? Please.”

We could say whatever
we wanted, but it wouldn’t take the flush from Jane’s cheeks or
the lust from her eyes. It wouldn’t prevent me from telling him
exactly why I was here or what I wanted.

And what I wanted was
his wife, in my bed, from today on.

I zipped my pants and
stood facing the door, ready for the biggest fucking showdown of my
life. Not that I couldn’t level David Blair in a single punch if I
wanted to – I’d seen the guy on TV. He might be a marathon
runner, but he was no weight lifter, that was for sure.

But the stakes were
very high. This wasn’t about winning some stupid game, it was about
the only woman I’d ever cared about. The one woman I wanted to
spend my life with.

Jane stood a foot away
from me, looking as beautiful and determined as I’d ever seen her.
None of this was her fault, it was just the shitty circumstance she
had to deal with. But she wasn’t backing down, and she wasn’t
hiding.

The footsteps got
closer. The doorknob rattled and turned.

“Here we go,” I
said. And I smiled.

“Karina?” my mother
said. She stood on the threshold of the bedroom, her pale eyebrows
drawn together.

My heart dropped like a
cement block. “Um, Mom?” I said, smoothing my hair. “You have a
key?”

She gave me a faint
snicker. “Of course I do. I’ve had one for years. When you didn’t
hear me knocking, I used it.”

Drex stepped up beside
me. Though his presence was instantly calming, I could hardly breathe
from the tension in the air. My mother glanced from me to Drex and
back again, then crossed her arms.

“I’d ask you to
introduce me, but I know who this is,” she said. “I’ve seen him
on television.”

“Drex Cougan,” he
said, reaching out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Celeste Wexler.”
She stared at his hand before looking him dead in the eye. “There’s
a skirt and blouse downstairs on the floor. Any idea how they got
there?”

“I’ve got a pretty
good one, yeah,” Drex said, retracting his hand.

Her gaze didn’t
waver. “I just got my daughter back, Mr. Cougan. I don’t want to
lose her again.”

“You won’t.”

“Bullshit,” she
said, her voice deceptively soft. “The way she’s looking at you
right now? She’d follow you over a cliff.”

He turned up his hands.
“I promise, that’s not why I’m here.”

“Of course it is. You
think I can’t see what’s going on?” Squinting at the rumpled
bed and Drex’s disheveled hair, she slowly shook her head. “For
heaven’s sake, Karina, you’re still under a doctor’s care.”

I had to remind myself
three times that she wasn’t just a stern stranger, but the person
who’d known me the longest. She was upset because she loved me.

Though it still felt
awkward to say the word, I forced myself to do it anyway. “Mom,”
I said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I hope not. You
haven’t even visited your cousins yet. Ivy is dying to see you.”

“I know,” I said.
“I’ve been meaning to return her messages.” I looked down at
the floor and sighed. “It’s just…been a lot.”

“You’re not making
it any easier with things like this.”

“Don’t worry,” I
told my mother. “I’ll be okay.”

She smiled sadly. “You
don’t understand, do you?” she said.

I shrugged. “Understand
what?”

“What the last month
did to me.”

“It was hard on your
daughter, too,” Drex said. “I was there.”

My mother’s glare was
withering. “You don’t know hard until you think you’ve lost
your only child.”

Drex went silent. All
of the air seemed to vanish from the room.

My mother’s blue eyes
were sharper than ever as she looked at me. “You just came home,
Karina. Home is where I want you to stay.”

When I glanced at Drex,
his expression told me more than words ever could.

He knew how important
family was, because he’d never had much of a family himself. He
wouldn’t ask me to go with him, not after what my mother had said.
He’d spent three weeks trying to help me find her, and he wasn’t
about to tear me away.

He’d come for me, but
he’d never come back again.

He was going to leave
me here with people I couldn’t remember, because it was the right
thing to do.

So why didn’t it feel
right? Why did it feel like the worst thing in the world?

“You have a doctor’s
appointment in an hour,” my mother said. “I’m driving you.”

“Okay,” I said. “I
guess I forgot.”

I tried to smile at my
unintended joke, but my heart was splintering in half. Any second
now, Drex would walk out of my life. And this time would be the last.