Forbidden Lust (7 page)

“This place is great,” she said as he held her hand and guided her up the stairs.

“I’m glad you like it.” He stopped on the second floor, pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly. “I built it all for you. Now, let me show you the rooms.”

He led her first to the master bedroom, showed her a walk through closet that led to a bathroom. Out the door, back into the hallway of the second floor, he took her to another bedroom, another bathroom, and so on until he stopped in front of the entertainment room with a large, big screen television. Last room on the floor was his office, then back to the spiral staircase and up to the third floor. Most of the third floor was his gym, then another entertainment room complete with pool table.

Down the stairs to the first floor, he walked with her to a door that would take them below. There she saw another bathroom, the wine room, and finally in a room all its own, his little spa. However, the spa wasn’t the normal kind. The room below he’d made to look and feel like you were walking into a cave, complete with the cavernous-style walls

“I have a feeling I’m going to be hanging out in this room a lot,” she said.

Darius smiled. “Ready to see the outside?”

“Are you telling me there’s more?”

“Of course.”

Back on the main level, Darius took her outside to the rock porch. He sat down in one of the large stuffed lounge chairs and motioned for her to take a look over the edge. Slowly she walked to it, looked over and when she turned back to him, she had an even larger smile on his face.

“A waterfall?” It sounded like a squeal.

“With a pool attached, and its deep enough I’m told you can just jump off the side,” he grinned. “And when you get done, you just go to the bathroom below for a shower if you want, or you can come back up here by these stairs.” He pointed to the left where stone steps went down to the water.

“Have you tried it yet?” she asked.

“Tried what?”

“The water.”

“No. I just moved in the night before you came home.”

She made a silent O, then turned back to the water, looking down. “Well, there’s no better time than the present I say.”

“Huh?”

She turned back to him and began to remove her clothes. “To test the water. Nothing like doing it right now.” The skirt fell to her feet. She bent over, rolled the stockings down her legs, kicked off the shoes and then pulled the top up over her head. Standing in nothing but the sexy lace bra with matching panties, Darius licked his lips. Arms went to her back, and right before his eyes the bra fell to the floor, panties quickly joining them. Eyes sparkling she fell back, right into the water.

Right before he heard the splash, he stood up to the side, watching her. He also started to take his clothes off and had his shirt off by the time she came up for air with a big smile on her face.

“This feels great!” she giggled.

He finished stripping and jumped in. When he came up, she started splashing him, then put all of her weight on top of his head, dunking him.

“Oh you want to start that do you?” he charged, sputtering water as he bobbed up.

She laughed, splashed him again and went under before he had a chance to grab hold of her. He felt her grab his ankles and he was dragged down once more. Back on the surface, he looked around and didn’t see her. He heard a whistle and he turned in the water to see her naked body standing on the diving board. She jumped up twice and dove into the water head first, coming up in front of him.

“I like the pool,” she said, breathing hard.

“Where did you learn how to dive?”

Her arms went around his neck, legs around his hips. The instant contact had his body stirring, coming to life with a vengeance. Hell, he was surprised since, after last night, he didn’t think his dick would get up again for a few days.

“I was on the swim team back at school for a couple years. Samara didn’t want me to compete, so I quit, which she wasn’t happy about either. Said it was good for me to have something I was good at, and I pointed out to her it didn’t matter if I’m good or suck. You’re not going to let me compete, then no point in fucking around with it.”

“Well you both have a point.”

With a sigh, she pushed away from him, backstroked to the side of the pool and lounged against the edge, her breasts showing in the water, head tilted sideways. Oh, how his mouth watered from the sight and his cock throbbed.

“I’m sure Samara and Dane have many points, but you know what? Neither of them wanted to hear my points.”

“Which are?”

“I’m tired of being controlled.” She met his eyes. “Our father controlled everything we did, and now my sister is doing the same thing.”

“You don’t think she does it to protect you?”

A grin tugged on the corners of her lips. Lips he wanted to kiss and taste again just to assure himself that she was truly here and finally his. “Everything the three of them do is to protect me. Kind of makes life boring, if you ask me.”

He swam over to her and instead of staying in front of her, moved to the side and got out to sit on the pool’s edge, giving her a nice view of his hard flesh.

“You don’t like being bored?”

He saw the sparkle in her eyes and knew she would move before she did. Pushing from the side of the pool, she went right up to him, using the edge of the pool and the side to rise up between his legs.

“Who likes being bored?” She closed her hand around his shaft and he sucked much needed air into his lungs.

“I like excitement.” She moved her hand up to the head and stopped. “Like entertainment.” Her hand moved down slowly. “Like having something to do.” Back up it went.

“If I, um, if I didn’t know better...” Thinking, talking was very hard at the moment with her moving her hand up and down on him. “I’m...oh shit, Makayla, I can’t think with you doing that.”

“Good. Thinking can be boring.”

“Makayla, do you know what you’re doing?”

“Oh I have a pretty good idea.” She shocked the living hell right out of him by closing her lips around the head and sucking.

“Shit, Makayla,” he groaned, watching her move, fascinated to a point that he couldn’t look away no matter how intense the pleasure might be.

Up and down her head moved, lips pulling on his flesh, sucking the very life it seemed right out of him. He wanted it to last, wanted it over, hell, wanted her right this very second, yet unable to stop her. Lucky for him, she took the choice out of his hands.

Releasing his cock, she used the hold she still had on it to pull him back into the water. With a sparkle still in her eyes, Makayla swam back to the shallow end of the pool and waited for him to join her.

When he did, her legs and arms instantly went around him, her body welcomed him and he sank into his heaven. He entered her slow and easy, eyes locked with hers. About halfway in she arched, pressed the heels of her feet into his ass, forcing him to thrust the rest of the way.

Control went out the door. When it came to her, Darius just didn’t have any. He couldn’t make these moments last, couldn’t draw out each intense pleasure to the max. He felt her muscles contract and it was over for him. Nothing he did, including biting the inside of his mouth, could distract his body to hold off. He swelled and exploded, eyes closed tight at the intense pleasure rushing through his body.

Her legs tightened even more around his hips as she grinded against him, making his climax that much stronger. Everything on him became so sensitive he couldn’t move. When she wiggled, he whimpered and groaned, which in turn had her giggling.

Where he got the willpower to move, to slip free from her body, he couldn’t say. Rolling over, Makayla took a deep breath and stood up. He lay there on his back, the water cooling heated flesh, watching her walk away from the water and up the stone steps. With another groan, he rubbed his face, scrambled to his feet and followed her back into the house.

They showered, dressed minimally. She put on her new panties that she left the Compound in and one of his shirts. He tugged on a pair of sweat pants. With a small, simple kiss from her, she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him alone to do whatever he wanted or needed to do. He did have some work, but with her in the house, he just couldn’t seem to focus on anything but her.

They ate a small meal she fixed; he took a new bottle of wine up to the room and she watched a movie while he dozed off. The day felt so long, and then at the same time short. When the television went off and, in the dark room, he finally voiced the one thought that had been bothering him all day long.

“I’m still confused as to why you are so accepting,” he said. “Last night you were ready to feed me to Dane.”

She shifted on the bed. It was too dark to see her, but he could feel her hovering over him. “You’ve give me something I really never thought I’d get.”

“Which is what?”

“Freedom.” Her lips touched his lightly.

“Okay, you got me curious.”

Her body slid over his. Right on top of him she laid in nothing more than his shirt. “I’m not going to pussy foot around here, Darius, and lie and tell you that everything I’ve ever dreamed has come true. I didn’t want to go to the Compound and be forced into a marriage, think that much you know.”

“Without a doubt.”

“But I also slept on it all that night.” She sighed, sat up and moved again. He half thought that she just took the shirt off, but couldn’t be sure. “I like being around my family and the only way I can do that is by just going along with the flow here.”

“That easy?”

Again she moved, maybe she shrugged, but he couldn’t tell. “Sure, why not. We both get what we want, and in a way get to enjoy each other.” The sheet that covered him slid down his legs. The feel of her skin against him had him instantly hard once more. “And I’m discovering that I do enjoy you.”

He chuckled lightly at her statement, touched her arms and discovered, true to his thought, she had taken off the shirt. However, before things could heat up between them, she moved off him and back to her spot on the bed. He smiled in the darkness, but didn’t move from his spot either. She shifted, covers moved, and soon he heard the even sound of her breathing. Makayla was asleep.

Darius decided he’d lay there for a bit longer then get up and get some work done, after all he didn’t sleep much these days, not with what he had on his mind and that wasn’t all Makayla. So it was a bit shocking when he woke up on his stomach, the sun shining brightly in the room, and the smell of food cooking below.

Sitting up he looked around to get his bearings before rolling to the side and out of bed. Groggy, he headed for the bathroom and a hot shower to clear his mind.

The smell of bacon had his shower ending short and dressing in jeans and shirt. Leaving the master bedroom, Darius took the spiral stairs down to the main floor and headed for the kitchen, only to stop short when he saw Samara standing in the kitchen near the stove with Makayla, showing her something. Right off, he looked around for Dane, bracing himself for a fight.

“He isn’t here.” Makayla’s voice snapped him back to her. She turned with a smile and a plate in her hand, which she put down at the bar with a nod for him to come over. “Samara left him home.”

“Figured it might be safer if I come first and reported back that she’s fine.” Samara smiled with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“I fixed you breakfast,” Makayla said with a twinkle in her eye.

He went to the bar, sat down and picked the coffee cup up first, taking a sip of the hot brew. “You know I can hire a cook. You don’t have to do the cooking.”

“Don’t mind the cooking,” Makayla said and shrugged. “It’s the cleaning up afterward that I can’t stand.”

“So how pissed is he?” Darius asked, putting his cup down and picking up the fork. Makayla had fixed bacon with scrambled eggs and toast. He took a bite of the eggs.

“Oh, well, you know...” Samara sighed. “He still wants to rip your nuts off with his bare hands, but since Makayla hasn’t called yet crying for help, Berdina is slowly coming around to your side. She’s pointing out how things must be working out and he needs to give the two of you a chance.”

“Never thought that woman would be on my side,” Darius said.

“She’s on
her
side,” Samara stated. “She wants Makayla home more, and with her being married to you she gets her wish.”

“You know, I’ve got this strange feeling that you two have something planned.”

Makayla and Samara both looked at each other as if they just got caught.

“The annual Charity ball is coming up,” Makayla said. “And I’d like to go.”

Darius sat back in the chair, as Samara continued.

“She’s never been, Darius. I wanted to take her last year, but Dane didn’t think it would be a good idea.”

Makayla moved around the bar to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please.”

“Only twenty-four hours later and she’s all lovey-dovie with me,” he snickered. “Before then she wanted to take my head off.”

“Don’t think it was the one on your shoulders.” Samara smiled back.

“No, it wasn’t.” Darius shook his head and took a deep breath. “So you want to go to this damn ball, huh?” he asked Makayla.

“Very much.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve heard so much about it,” Makayla said. “And I want to see it for myself, not hear second hand all the juicy gossip.”

That had Darius laughing. “Oh I know now there is so much more to this than I’m being told.”

“There is, but you don’t really expect me to share it all, do you?” Makayla batted her eyes at him.

“Some would be nice,” he stated.

“I’ll think about it.”

Shaking his head, he gave his attention to Samara. “Alright, I guess we can go.”

Makayla pretty much squealed behind him. He turned and watched as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands together like a little girl. It was a sight that had him smiling big.

“You both do know that I hate balls with a passion, right?” he said.

“Oh, it isn’t that bad,” Samara said. “Free drinks, some really good food—”

“And a bunch of snobs looking for the latest gossip,” he groaned. “I know all about it. So guess that means you’re going to want to go shopping next.”