Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (9 page)

“I married the wrong man,” I said into his ear.

“Is that all?” James said and lowered his head.

“So far.”

James turned his head and our lips almost touched, but I
leaned back a bit.

“Why did you marry him? Are you pregnant?”

I was taken aback by his bluntness, but not so much that I
wanted to end the conversation.

“No, definitely not pregnant. I think I just wanted the
wish of marriage to come true so badly, I forced him to fit. I ignored every
warning I had along the way just because I wouldn’t admit to being wrong about
Brandt; that’s my husband’s name…Brandt.”

“The ego can be a pretty treacherous companion, can’t it?”
James said.

“Yes. Mine has certainly ruined my life,” I said and
sighed.

“You are so young, Sophia. Why did you have to marry this
man? You are a successful model. I’m sure you don’t need money or--”

“How did you know?” I asked. “I never told you what I
did.”

James looked down and traced circles in the sand with his
fingers.

“I saw you, actually. In the
Globe
fashion section.
You modeled for Saks, right? Stunning,” he said and winked at me. “Anyway, when
I saw you in the rose garden today, I recognized you. Does that make you feel
uncomfortable?”

“Uncomfortable? Heck no! I’m glad to know I have at least
one fan,” I said and laughed. “Or did have at least one fan--I quit.”

“I’m sorry to hear you gave up your modeling, but I’m sure
you have many fans,” he said. “That’s why I am confused at your urgency to
marry. I’m sure you’ve had suitors and if not now, I promise, you will.”

“Well,” I said and chewed on my fingernail, “there is more
to the story, but I don’t know if I want to tell you or not. I’m afraid what
I’ve done does not make me a very nice person.”

“Confession is good for the soul, my child,” he said.

James’ eyes were positively phosphorescent. I stared at
his hands, big and strong, his fingernails were meticulously manicured and
buffed to a high shine.

“You’re not a caretaker, are you?” I said while staring at
his hands.

“Well, I’m certainly not a priest!” he said and laughed.
“Besides, we are talking about you right now, not me. So, tell me, why did you,
a girl with certainly a lot of prospects and more than enough potential, marry
this man?”

“Well,” I said and took a deep breath, “there is another
girl who likes him.”

“Ah ha,” James said as if he just discovered the cure for
tuberculosis. “And your ego could not handle being shunned by another woman, is
that right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“No, Sophia,” James said and grabbed my hands, “own that
yes. We cannot expect to change anything if we refuse to own our shortcomings.”

“Yes,” I repeated with a little more force.

“No,” James said and squeezed my hands, “more!”

“Yes!” I said.

“Not good enough! To the fucking heavens with that yes!”
James said.

I threw my head back and opened my mouth wide.

“Yes!”

“Good. And this other girl, tell me,” James said and
gripped my hands tighter, “did she have the audacity to think that she could
have this man?”

“Yes!” I screamed at the sea.

“And was she a lesser woman? A woman who didn’t even come
close to your beauty?”

“Yes!”

“And you could not allow her to have him, could you? You
could not stand the thought that this woman, this lesser woman, would win the
prize? So you did everything in your power to prevent that, didn’t you? You had
to ensure the prize would not go to her, but to you?”

“Yes!”

“And what did you win?” he said.

I opened my mouth to answer and thought for a moment.

“Not a whole fucking lot,” I said and hung my head.

“Nope,” James said and released my hands. “Not a whole
fucking lot.”

“But I don’t know what to do about it now.”

“I’ll tell you what you do,” James said and threw his arm
around my shoulder and pulled me into his hard body, “you march into that room,
tell him you’ve made a mistake and you’re leaving. Grab your suitcase turn on
those sexy legs and get the hell out. You do not engage in further discussion
and you certainly do not allow him to take you in his car. The hotel will see
you home safely.”

“What?” I said and laughed. “I can’t leave! We just got
married this morning.”

“So what?” he said. “You will give him an annulment.”

“No, you don’t understand, we are on our honeymoon,” I
said. “Brandt spent a lot of money on this hotel. I can’t just leave!”

“Why not?” he said.

“Why not?” I said while I wondered why not. “Oh, because
he’ll think I’m positively insane, that’s why not.”

“So?” James said and laughed.

“Come on,” I said, “I can’t do that.”

“Again I ask, why not?” James said.

I should have admitted to James that the Pearsons will do
everything in their power to always force our sanity, even if a ruse, down the
collective throats of the public. That’s why not.

“No,” I said and shook my head, “I just can’t. I mean,
it’s not right, is it? No, I made my bed and I need to lay in it.”

“Oh, good lord, Sophia,” James said and wiped sand off his
hands. “There is nothing in this world worse than a martyr. You want to be a
totem, milky stone like Adelaide? You want to stand frozen in a garden so all
dissatisfied housewives, the abused and the miserable can make pilgrimages to
see you and wash your feet with their tears. How does that sound?”

“Well, Adelaide is very beautiful,” I said.

James looked at me and placed his hand under my chin and
lifted my mouth to his.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as his lips grazed mine. “So
young.”

James pressed his lips against mine while he caressed my
cheek. His tongue parted my lips further and he slipped it into my mouth.
Everything in my body ached and throbbed. I reached around to the back of his
head and dug my fingertips into his scalp. I tried to pull him in. I wanted his
body on top of mine. And I didn’t care who stumbled upon us, making out below
the dunes like real lovers. James pulled back a bit and nibbled on my bottom
lip. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away from him.

“I want you to listen to me,” he said.

But I barely heard him over the throbbing. I felt like a
carnivorous beast unable to contain myself. I wanted nothing more than him
inside me, pounding me wildly as if it were the end of the world. I wanted him
to do any filthy thing he wanted to my body. I wanted him to fuck me until there
was nothing left of me...until I ceased to exist. I wanted him to make the ache
go away.

“Sophia, I am serious,” he said and brushed his fingertips
across my forehead. “Will you listen to everything I am saying to you?”

“Yes.”

“You must leave him now. Not in a few months, not even
tomorrow, but right now.”

“Right now,” I said as I fantasized about James ravaging
me.

“He will kill you, do you understand?” James said and
squeezed my shoulders. “I cannot help you anymore than this. I cannot even stop
it if it starts. Now, go get your things!”

I came out of the hypnotic trance and stared into his
eyes.

“Kill me? Isn’t that a bit dramatic? What are you talking
about?”

He didn’t answer me. He stood up and yanked me off the
sand. He reached down and grabbed my shoes and my purse and put them in my
hands. He dragged me up the dune and the combination of the soft sand and my
jelly legs made it almost impossible for me to walk.

When we got back into the pool area, he took my shoes out
of my hands and dropped them on the ground. He knelt at my feet and gently
lifted each foot and slipped it into each shoe. I reached down and ran my
fingers through his longish, shiny dark hair.

“My prince,” I whispered.

James looked up at me with the look of a heartbreak so
deep you feel like your heart will actually break.

“You know what you must do,” he said and stood from my
feet. “Now, go do it.”

I started across the patio and stopped and turned around.
I ran back toward him.

“This is crazy,” I said and shook my head. “When will I
see you again?”

“I sincerely hope never,” he said.

“Such a funny man,” I said and kissed his cheek. “I will
find you.”

I turned and walked to the French doors leading to the
lobby.

“Just do what I say, Sophia!” James said.

The two dolphins I hated so much an hour earlier were
still at it in the pool. Watching them now filled me with joy and hope. I
turned back around and waved at James as I slipped inside the lobby.

I ran down the corridor to our suite. High from and
bolstered by James’ kiss and the hope of more to come, my resolve was
impermeable, I was resolute. I would leave Brandt.

I wouldn’t grapple with thoughts of my parents’
disapproval or anger or even Katt’s rage, I would cross that bridge later. I
made a terrible mistake, but I was human, right? No human is infallible.

“Brandt?” I said as I entered our suite.

“In here,” Brandt said from the bedroom. “I’ve had the
most amazing shower. The jets are amazing are so strong. You have to check it
out.”

“Brandt, we have to talk,” I said as I walked into the room.
“It’s extremely--you’re naked?”

Brandt was sprawled out nude on the bed. He stroked his
hard penis up and down as he smiled at me. That ache, which James brought on
and never completely left, strengthened.

“Yes, good eye,” he said and laughed. “It has been like
this since I woke from my nap. I had the most incredible dream about you. We
fucked like animals in the dream. Even the cold shower didn’t make it go down.
Lucky for me, you’re here to make it go away.”

Brandt’s amazing body was covered in water droplets. He
smiled at me as he stroked himself.

“Get undressed,” he said. “It’s time.”

“Brandt, I need to speak to you,” I said feeling some of
my resolve wane as I stared at him.

“Do you see this?” Brandt said and smiled as he grabbed
his cock. “This, every wide fucking inch, is all for you. Now, take that
fucking dress off. I want to fuck my wife.”

“Brandt, I’m sorry, but we need to talk,” I said and
backed away from the bed. “I’ve made a big mistake.”

“Yes, you have,” Brandt said and got off the bed and
walked toward me. “Your mistake is in thinking this is open for debate. Look, I
know you’re a virgin, baby and I will be as gentle as I can, but I’m not
interested in hearing you play the virgin.”

“But I really--”

Brandt took two steps forward and grabbed me. He clawed at
my halter dress until I heard the threads snapping around the neck. He pulled
it from my body and then reached around and unhooked my bra and dragged the
shoulder straps down my arms. He knelt at my feet as James had, not minutes
before. I looked over Brandt’s head and stared at my suitcase.

Brandt ripped my brand new lace panties, bought just for
my wedding, off my hips and tossed them across the room. He stood up and smiled
while he stared at my naked body.

“Jesus, your body is more beautiful than I fantasized it
would be. And thank you for shaving your pussy. I like that you did as you were
told.”

“Brandt, I know this is bad timing but I have something to
tell you,” I said and reached down to cover my breasts.

“Shut the fuck up!” Brandt said and grabbed my arm and
flung me toward the bed.

I flew through the air and landed on top of the bed on my
back. I looked up at Brandt who stood at the bed beside me and his eyes were
filled with rage. I was terrified and at that moment, heard James’ voice: He
will kill you, Sophia.

“Help!”

Brandt laughed and jumped on top of me and covered my
mouth with his hand. He pressed his body against mine and his penis poked me
between the legs.

“What’s with this help shit, Sophia?” Brandt said into my
ear as he dragged his free hand down my side and slipped it between his chest
and my chest.

I tried to get out from under him but he felt like a sack
of lead covering me. Brandt pinched my nipple hard and it felt like an
electrical current shot through my body. I relaxed slightly and felt quite a
bit of pleasure despite my fear. Or perhaps it was because of my fear. Brandt
sensed it too.

“You like that, you dirty girl,” Brandt said as he pinched
my nipple harder. “Good. I like my girls filthy. No more of this screaming,
okay? And remember, we are married--it’s not rape. Now, the only words I want
to hear out of you are harder and more.”

Brandt grabbed my wrist with one hand and held it over my
head. He thrust his hips up and down and the shaft of his penis parted the lips
of my pussy and grinded against the sensitive, wet skin.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. You will not
scream, do you understand?”

I nodded my head. Truth was, I wanted what Brandt was
going to give me. I wanted to get fucked. I could leave him after that.

He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my other arm and
held it over my head.

“You liked when I pinched your tit, didn’t you?” he said.

Brandt released my arms and leaned up on his elbows. He
bent his head and took one of my breasts and popped my hard nipple into his
mouth. He sucked on my nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth against the
hard nub. He then did the same with the other nipple and I arched my back.

“Yes,” I moaned and spread my legs wider so he would
continue grinding his penis against me.

“How much?” he said after he lifted his mouth from my
nipple.

“Very much,” I said and squealed as his cock hit a very
sweet spot between my legs.

Brandt came up on his knees between my legs and grabbed
his cock and rubbed the head over my pussy. My body shook and it felt like the
bed was falling away from me.