Master for Tonight (4 page)

During one of those mad flights, the thought
had come to Julian of being with Kate for just one night. He wanted
her with a desperation which only grew each time he heard her voice
or saw her through the window from his perch. Just one night to be
with her. One night to savor her body. One night to hold her in his
arms. One night to feel her lips on his. One night to be her man.
The more he pondered the scheme, the more it seemed to be the only
way he might ever be with the woman he loved. If just for one
night. Afterwards, he would have to use his power of influence on
her to remove himself from her mind completely. There was no other
way.

Anyway, Kate deserves a life with a man who
could walk hand in hand with her, in a sunny park, to a picnic
of...I don’t know...tea and biscuits?

Kate deserved all that other human
lovey-dovey stuff Julian was no longer able to do without the
bloodlust rearing, or his burning to a cinder.

Why would she want a dead
man in her life?
His mood darkened at the
thought.

He knew that John guy was sniffing around,
too. The dickless jerk didn’t have the balls to ask her out, but
Julian had seen the way he leered at her with lust, staring at her
plump ass when she bent over signing documents, or trying to look
down her shirt, saliva almost dripping out of his stupid, gaping
mouth. Why Kate would let that fucktard into her house late at
night, he didn’t understand. If it was work related, John should
wait until the next day. Unless... Was Kate attracted to that
fucking jerkoff, and was she too scared to make a move, too?

Fuck, fuck, fucking fucker!

He would kill John if he fucked her.
Slamming his fist violently into his hand, Julian’s anger growled
out at the thought of her with that cum stain. But there were a lot
more fucking cum stains out in the world who would lust after her,
just like John did. They weren’t all dickless chumps, and there was
nothing Julian was able do about it. He couldn’t make a claim on
Kate with Evangeline still in the picture.

He ignored her questions. “No matter. The
wait is over.” He took her hands in his and stood, raising her to
her feet with him.

“Please tell me what’s going on. Are you
going to hurt me? I have money and jewelry. You can have it. Take
it all...the inheritance. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t call the
police.” Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to pull away from
his hands. “I just need to know—”

He let go of her hands and cut her off,
placing a finger over her lips as he rubbed her arm.

“The only thing I want tonight is you. The
only thing you need to know tonight is I’m going to fuck you...as I
wish...for as long as I wish.” He rolled his head in a circle to
stretch before looking directly back into her eyes, and added as an
afterthought, “Hmm... Hurt you? Your arousal will likely hurt you
excruciatingly until I allow your release.”

And as his sensual voice streaked through
her, Kate’s mind shorted out like a tripped wire snapping,
completely blank. Her whole body betrayed her yet again by flushing
with unrestrainable heat.

“Stay as you are, Kate.” He pushed the
bunched-up nightgown at her waist, down to the floor to pool at her
feet. Shivering hard, she moved her hands to cover her nakedness,
dropping her head to her chest, avoiding his steady gaze. Grabbing
her hands, he moved them back to her sides. He lifted her chin high
to face him and said, “I told you to stay as you were, Kate. I know
you’re afraid and confused, but all the same, you will do good to
listen to me.”

His fingers pressed into her hair, curling a
bit of it around her ear as he leaned in to the side of her head.
“For instance, earlier I told you this could be pleasurable for you
if you allow it.” His voice lowered seductively until it was a purr
in her ear. “Very, very, pleasurable. I know how to please a woman
to the point her voice is hoarse from her screams of desire, her
bed linens are soaked with her juices, and her legs are quivering
for hours after I’m done.” His lips scantly apart from her ear, his
voice dropping lower, he continued, “In the matter of choices, I
know which sounds best to me. Do you, beautiful girl? I’ll prove I
was worth the trouble of opening your door. Can you allow yourself
this indulgence? It’s just one night.”

His voice was doing things to her. Things
she didn’t like a bit. Things she liked too much.

“I don’t know you! Not even your name!” Kate
balled her hands into tense fists.

He moved to face her again. “I told you who
I am well enough. I agree, my approach is...unconventional. But as
unconventional as it is, you responded to me as I knew you would. I
saw the guarded heat behind your eyes as you looked me over, right
there on your couch. I sense your fight against yourself at this
very moment. Tell me, Kate, is it the circumstances that bother you
so much? Had we met in a bar and you chose me to bring home with
you, would you be acquainted with me more than you are now? Or
would my cock already be buried deep inside you? Would you even
remember your bedmate’s name in the morning?”

Kate didn’t want to think about those last
questions, as she mentally stomped her foot. She had made some bad
decisions in the past with alcohol, men, and beds, but she didn’t
want to think about it. She knew he was trying to confuse her, the
dark lord before her. Trying to talk her into giving herself to him
and to make it a different scenario than it was. The truth was he
had somehow talked his way into her home! She couldn’t quite recall
how he had gotten inside, and then he made those outrageous
statements and claims while playing her body against her the whole
time.

Still, she shivered with arousal at the
thought of him taking her, as he said, willing or not. She didn’t
know which she preferred. She had fantasized about being
overpowered and taken by a dark, erotic, god-like man. What woman
hadn’t? And there he stood in her living room, her naked before him
like a pagan offering. Even if she agreed, she knew he would
dominate her in every way. The thought sent fresh tremors down her
spine.

She battled with her emotions, her duality.
If she admitted the truth, she wanted him. She wanted to give
herself to him entirely, even if just for a night. Her conscience
screamed at her to say “no,” to run, to hit him, anything, except
giving in.

He moved her hair away from her neck and
placed lingering kisses on her, his hot breath searing into her
flesh. He caressed her at her hairline, pressing his lips against
her flushed skin as he held her neck to his mouth. His breath was
warm, and she could hear the want in the sounds coming from his
throat as he kissed her. He pulled her to him tighter, pushing at
her to lean her head more to the side.

She submitted in an instant and tilted her
head sideways to give her entire length to him. She felt his smile
against her heated skin as she gave in, and her eyelids drifted
closed. He tongued her neck up and down, nipping her with his teeth
as he went. His fingers grasped her head as he held her in the
position he wanted. When he reached the juncture of her neck and
shoulder, he nipped her harder than before and earned a pleasured
groan from her throat, which vibrated against his jaw.

He straightened to study her without
speaking. She was caving to him. He knew it, and he knew she knew
it. He waited for her to confess her surrender to them both.

Her breaths sluggish, her mind was in a
smoky haze of sensuality. She was in a jumble of screaming sanity
and overarching lust. She battled both the need she was consumed by
and common sense, which was twisting her into knots. She raised her
hands to the side of her head, grabbing bunches of hair into her
fists as she wavered on the precipice.

She should’ve known which way to turn. She
should’ve screamed “no,” kicked him in the groin, and tried to make
it out her front door. She should’ve grabbed him with both hands,
yanking him against her, and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe.
She had done as much on other first dates, although tonight was no
date.

He placed his hands on hers and eased them
out of her hair, first taking them to his lips for soft caresses,
and then he leaned in to kiss her eyelids. He remained close to her
body, urging her to accept her desire for him and his want of her,
and whispered, “I know this is strange, Kate, but don’t be afraid
of what you want. Give yourself to me. We need to be together
tonight, beauty.”

Maybe it was his accent, his tenderness, his
body, or how his actions belied the way he spoke to her when she
was on his lap. Maybe it was his beauty. Maybe it was a combination
of all of it. But she wanted him. She wanted him right then.

Kate tilted her head back up to gaze into
his eyes, and showed him her assent. He grinned and then wiped his
expression clean, as if it was a slip of character.

“You will give yourself to me completely,
Kate. The word ‘no’ does not exist for you while we’re together. Do
you understand?”

She nodded with sealed eyes as her body
swayed side to side.

“Look at me and say the word, Kate. The only
word you’re allowed.”

Her body stilled. “Yes.” Her eyes were
dilated. The word escaped her mouth in sync with a body tremor. Her
thoughts raced again, but for a different reason altogether.

“Good girl,” he murmured as his knuckles
brushed over her nipples, urging them taller and stiffer. Lowering
his hands to his sides, he peered at her sideways. “Look at your
breasts. See how you respond to me?”

Her gaze lowered as her breathing became
labored.

“Hold your breasts in your hands. Raise
them. Offer them to me.”

Hands trembling with barely contained
desire, Kate cupped her breasts until their weight was settled in
her palms. As she pushed them together, they rose, and her nipples
appeared to steeple even more.

“Hold them there for me and don’t move.”

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger. Twisting them back and forth, left and right, the
pressure from his firm fingers started to build, until he was
handling them roughly. He squeezed the skin, pulling his hand back
until her nipples popped out from between his fingers, and then
back again. Kate continued to lift her breasts in offering to him,
not thinking to stop. She wanted more of his assailing touch, not
less.

Straining closer to his hands, arching her
back, she pushed her breasts tighter together, her nipples so close
to each other that her nerves reacted as one, shooting lightning
from her breasts, straight into the walls deep inside her pussy. He
skillfully tortured her peaks as whimpers of desire escaped her
mouth.

With a growl at Kate’s mewling sounds, his
mouth swooped down on hers, captured her lips, and took her sounds
within his body. His jaw worked over hers, as he forced her mouth
to open to give the access he demanded, and she granted. He raked
the inside of her mouth with his hard and pointed tongue, as it
danced and mated with hers, groaning at her submission.

He released her nipples and grabbed both
sides of her head, devouring her mouth, wanting more of her,
swiveling her head in the directions he wanted, willing her to give
him everything. Desperate, she grabbed at him, her arms circling
around his neck with one hand behind his head, and her fingers
plunged deep into his hair, tugging him closer. More, she needed
more.

She’d never experienced the ferocity of a
kiss like that with any of her past lovers. She’d never felt a
man’s desire for her as intensely. She’d wanted for so long to
experience passion on that level. Tears pricked at the backs of her
eyes.

Pulling away from her mouth, his lips
millimeters from hers, he placed his hands at her jaw. Looking into
her eyes, he sniffed in, his chest rising and falling heavily. “I
can smell you, Kate.” He breathed into her panting mouth, “Feed
yourself to me with your fingers.”

Even that little bit of his unrestrained
passion had awakened her. The moist evidence slid down her thighs.
He knew.

She skidded her hands down her quaking
stomach, to her folds. Drenched. She was drenched. Mortification
flooded her mind and stilled her hand. There was so much of it.
What was wrong with her? Her body reacting like that couldn’t be
right…couldn’t be normal. How could someone be that turned on? What
would he think of her? Her insecurities returning, she was certain
he would laugh at her.

Dropping his hands from her jaw, he stepped
back from her a pace and fixed his eyes on her hard, as he glared
down at her. “So quick to refuse me.”

He began to circle her with deliberate steps
as she stood naked, hands at her pussy and breasts, trying to
shield her body’s reaction to him. She followed his movements with
her head, as he eyed her up and down while he walked, absorbing the
vision of her before him. He ran his tongue over his lips.

When he was almost side by side with her,
his hand grasped the back of her neck, both to hold her in place
and assert his authority over her body. He didn’t jerk her or
squeeze her. He just held her, so she wouldn’t, couldn’t run.

“That’s a delicious scent you tempt me with,
Kate. But I wonder... Why would you offer a man a meal you won’t
serve him? Let your sweet perfume invade his senses and make his
mouth water as the sweetness fills the air. Make him hungry to have
it on his tongue, in his mouth, and then deny him what he most
wants, refusing to serve the banquet. Care to tell me?” He stood
still and waited for her reply, looking at her profile.

“I’m embarrassed.” Her voice was unsteady,
eyes downcast at the floor. Her insides quaked at the way he spoke
to her. She wanted to do it for him. She just couldn’t. Even though
his seduction was so thorough, she was convinced she could come to
the sounds of his voice alone, she couldn’t let go of her
inhibitions.