Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection Page 6

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Hanna,” he rasped into her breast.

  Hanna heard a sob escape her, lust rising up inside her. Damian talking dirty to her like that had the wildest effect on her brain, which already felt ready to implode. She liked how the crude words sounded on his lips, in that deep cultured voice of his. His two fingers pushed into her hot, wet centre and began to fuck her insistently. Hanna let out a helpless cry as she got wetter and wetter. His thumb brushed her clit and she bucked almost a foot off the bed.

  Damian’s lips released her nipple and he straightened up to look into her eyes. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth.

  His hand moved in a blur as he finger-fucked her harder until the lewd sounds of her soaked pussy filled the air. He rubbed her clit at the same time and Hanna couldn’t hold back her moans.

  “Not yet,” he rasped, just as she was close to her peak. Hanna felt like screaming even as she fought back the urge to simply give in to the mounting pressure threatening to splinter her.

  He licked her earlobe. “I say when you get to come. You do so a second earlier than I command, and there will be consequences.”

  Ooooh. Hanna’s spine arched, her stomach doing flip-flop at the dangerous strain in Damian’s voice. His fingers pounded in and out of her and she felt full, brimming with pleasure that just kept from tipping over.

  “Damian,” she moaned, lost in a lustrous realm without end.

  “Yes, baby. Say my name. Don’t ever forget I’m the only one who can make you so wet you’re streaming down my fingers. And when you come, you’ll skeet like a water gun all around my cock.”

  He turned her over before she could even guess what he was up to next. Her wrists twisted over her head and her cheeks dug into the pillow. She felt him re-insert his fingers and the heel of his palm bumped into her ass as he pummelled her with his fingers from behind.

  Hanna tried to inch up and look back at him over her shoulder, but he held her down with a strong hand in between her shoulder blades.

  Hanna couldn’t recognize the sounds she was making. They were a cross between screeches and animal growls. And they grew even louder in the passing minutes, when Damian leaned down and let his tongue take the place of his fingers.

  He held her buttocks apart with both hands and jabbed her with his tongue. He started off slowly, savouring her taste. But then he intensified the pressure, his stiffened tongue moving in and out of her rapidly.

  Hanna had never felt such a physical thrill. Even though his tongue was cool and wet, her pussy felt like it was scorched. His tongue ravished her pussy and she laid her head to one side, unable to keep her body still from the neck down.

  She needed to come so bad she shook. “Damian, please. I can’t hold back. I need…”

  “I know exactly what you need,” she heard him say calmly, which did nothing to warn her about the hand that suddenly came down on her ass hard.

  Hanna gasped, the shock of the impact making her start up. He smacked her again sharply and she felt her ass jiggle as it stung massively. Again she tried to sit up but his body weight was used to keep her down.

  Oh God. So much was happening at once. Damian began to spank her in earnest, making one buttock smart along with the other as he spread the thwacks evenly over her entire behind. Hanna jerked each time he struck her, moans spilling from her throat – whether in pleasure or pain she wasn’t sure. He spread her legs wider and she knew he could see her pussy, which felt swollen to twice its size. When he slapped her there, she gasped in shock. A swift, powerful heat rushed to the surface of her sex, engorging it even more. All over she was buzzing from how good this felt and how bad it all was. Why had she never felt like this before? It felt incredible.

  Dark, and light. Hard, and soft. Deep, and shallow. The contrasts almost overturned all her senses.

  She tried to squirm away from him, but he only slapped her pussy again, this time harder. Fuck she was going to erupt if he did it again. Maybe he knew, so he stopped. Hanna drew in a loud, harsh breath as she thought it was probably over. Damian was very still.

  Seconds later, she felt his weight leave the bed. Tied as she was, she couldn’t turn in his direction and see what he was doing. The not knowing had her mind going crazy. Then she heard the sound of his belt being pulled from his trousers. Oh shit.

  Even before she could process that sound, she heard another. A condom packet ripping open. At that familiar sound, her traitorous pussy began to pulse like a beating drum.

  Then suddenly, Hanna felt him grab her hips right before he forced his big, hard cock inside of her.

  “Fuck,” Damian breathed. Hanna couldn’t even think. He was fucking her. Hard and fast and deep. Plunging, ramming, pounding. She put her face into the pillow and bit down fiercely to keep from screaming the hotel roof down. Her legs were shaking and she could tell he was holding up all her weight. He used this to his advantage as he began to move her body on his cock.

  “So-fucking-tight,” he groaned, and pumped her deeper with each word.

  There had to be some line to pleasure and she’d crossed it, right into another zone of being. But whatever she’d felt before, it was nothing. Damian showed her this when without warning he doubled up the belt and laid it to her buttocks. It was a mere glancing stroke, but she felt it mightily. It added a new, titillating quality to the fact that he was filling her again and again with his cock.

  “Oh my God,” Hanna gasped, when the belt connected with her flesh again, all in time to his thrusts. The angle and depth brought a sensation of wicked ecstasy that Hanna almost wasn’t equipped for. What do you do when pleasure became knife-edged, making your neurons snap like twigs with each drilling push of cock inside you?

  Now, she welcomed the burn of leather on the fleshy tops of her ass. Damian shoved inside her with unrestrained energy, his pace unbroken for full minutes at a time. It took that continuous pressure to trip them both over the wire and Hanna knew it was moments more before they toppled together.

  “Too close,” Damian gritted out. “I want to see your pretty face when I come inside you.”

  With that she felt him pull out of her and turned her on her back once more. She looked into his penetrating eyes and face, edged with harsh passion. He looked like he’d lost control. But his wicked smile twisted her heartstrings as he pushed back inside her with a groan.

  Yes yes yes, chanted Hanna in her head as he ramped up speed while fucking her depths. His hands shifted up to bunch her breasts together so he could lick both nipples as they touched. Hanna cried out with pleasure, her every limb tingling.

  As their eyes held, he reached up and closed a hand over her throat. It wasn’t restrictive in any way and she could easily breathe. But the sensation of being in his control got to her. That as well as his balls slapping against her as he rammed her deep, taking his pleasure from her pussy. For some reason that made her even more turned on and this blended in with her own enjoyment of being filled snugly. He built up a mind-blowing rhythm and she couldn’t help the way her walls tightened and pulsated around him.

  When his command finally came, she was ready. “Come, Hanna,” was all he breathed in her ear. The resultant climax shook her to her foundations. Round and round she spun, riding a rainbow-colored carousel to the ends of the world and back.

  Damian rested half on-top of her, his heart beating against her chest. Hanna felt like she never wanted to move again for the next…week. She felt him undo his tie from around her wrists, and gathered her up against his shirted body. The fact that in all this time he still had on all his clothes while she was practically naked, made everything that happened seem even more wired up.

  Even though her body felt too stampeded to stir a muscle, her mind still stayed active as she mused on her next step. What now?

  *

  Damian held her tightly and soon realized his shirt was wet. He tilted her chin so he could look into her shimmering eyes. “Too much?” he asked, his voice tinged
with concern.

  “No…I’m alright,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, it’s not that. Yes it was intense, but…” She took a deep breath. “I’m just so confused.”

  He stroked her hair and she loved this gentle side of him. That was why she was so mixed up. There were so many facets to him and she didn’t know which one to put stock to.

  “That’s fine,” he told her soothingly. “It’s supposed to be like this. Just like I never thought I’d get this chance with you.”

  “How long has it been since you…felt this way?” She’d been about to say ‘since you fell in love with me’ but had corrected herself. Damian didn’t and could never love anyone least of all her. Even she could see that.

  “Almost since the first moment I met you. You walked into my office and someone introduced you as my new assistant. My mind went blank for a moment and I know I said something really uncalled for and disparaging. From then on that was the mask I used because I realized it was the only way to fight the way you got to me.” He inhaled roughly.

  Hanna let out a disbelieving laugh. “Now that can’t be just me. Everyone knows you have a reputation of being the toughest, most mean-spirited and disagreeable boss to work with.”

  “And yet with you it felt different,” he said with a hint of laughter beneath his words at her description of him. “I kept wanting you to see me as a man, and not just your boss. Admitting that to myself was one hell of a wakeup call.”

  His hand tipped her chin up again so he held her gaze. “I know you need time to come to grips with this. But if you think I’m going to let you go, you’re mistaken. Everything you used to know about me was true and I don’t deny it. I’ve been an insufferable, hard-headed and conceited know-it-all with no remorse or compassion for those forced to work with me. But you’re the one woman who’s pushed me this far that I’d do anything for, do anything to make you mine.”

  Hanna felt a stirring of anger at his words. So he wasn’t sorry for what he did. Maybe he felt it was his right to come between her and Chet. Once again, she saw clearly how far from perfect he was. It was okay to have a bad side but it irked her a lot that he seemed unrepentant about his role in her break-up.

  She knew he could read the defiance in her eyes and she didn’t cloak her emotions. “I told you. I’m not going to be your property. Something you can toy with and then discard when you’re done. I’ve seen you with women, Damian. Remember? I know how little you value matters of the heart. But that’s okay, because I walked into this with both eyes open. I know the deal.”

  Damian’s eyes narrowed with interest that had anger laced in his brow. “You do?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was firmer now, her gaze unwavering. “This is just sex Damian and it works both ways. You don’t want any strings attached any more than I do. My boyfriend took off with some barely legal groupie. I guess I needed a pick-me-up from my hot billionaire boss. Now I guess Chet and I are even. I do owe him a real apology though because he told me about you. Maybe I can work things out with him, who can tell? He just might forgive me and want me back. If it comes to that, I already know what my choice would be.”

  Hanna had pushed Damian to the wall this time and she could tell. She didn’t know how someone so furious could keep it reined in the way he did, fury etched in every line of his face yet his whole body left with no sign of agitation. That didn’t fool her for a second though. He still looked ready to smash a fist through the headboard.

  “I’m going to leave now before I do something stupid,” he said with cold composure. “But you and I both know this: I can have you when I want you, Hanna.”

  He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Hanna stiffened at the warmth of his lips. “You do what you have to do. And I’ll do the same. Get some rest.”

  And with that, he rolled off the bed and left after gathering his things.

  Alone in her bed, Hanna stared after his departing figure as the door closed behind him.

  She hated when he was right. Even now she itched with renewed need for the ways in which only he knew how to please her. She was as confused as ever now.

  He’d always make her vulnerable, she could see that already. There were no half measures with him and if she let it consume her, it would. While he could always walk away – but only if it suited him.

  She wasn’t ready to be Damian Rush’s passing fantasy.

  Nothing would make any sense till she spoke to Chet again and found out where her heart really lay, Hanna couldn’t repress a shiver as she hugged her pillow closer beneath her cheek.

  All Hanna could hope for was that she’d make the final choice that was best for her and no one else. So what was it going to be?

  .

  Flirting With Desire Book 3

  It had all happened so fast. Hanna never gave herself the chance to think it through, but had let her treacherous libido lead the way. Not once, but twice in the same day she’d succumbed to the ravenous blast of need Damian evoked.

  Hanna could hardly imagine having to look herself in the mirror after this. She’d always thought she had more sense, more self-control. But Chet had been right all along. And it ripped at her to think he’d known her more than she knew herself.

  Thinking about Chet, she let out a groan of dismay. She had to face this sometime. So she got out her cell and called him. After a few rings, his distinctly deep voice came on the line.

  “It’s great you called back, Hanna. I wanted to make sure you were OK,” he explained. “I was concerned about you.”

  “I’m alright,” Hanna said, feeling anything but. All over she still tingled from Damian’s rough, deliciously wicked taking. But it went deeper than that; her head was in a whirl about her true feelings and where they stood.

  She sighed deeply and added, “I mean I don’t really understand all that’s happening, but I’m getting it together. Chet, you need to be straight with me. Just how long have you been cheating on me?”

  He let out an impatient sound. “Hanna, you had this infatuation with your…”

  “What in the world? Chet, I was faithful to you all the years we were together. I loved you. And you could just turn around and pull that shit on me.” She couldn’t help the anger and betrayal, remembering how she’d felt when he’d walked out with that young spritely thing.

  “I never wanted to go over this, not again,” Chet began heavily. “But, Hanna I heard you call him name when we had sex. This happened more than a few times. I tried to ignore it at first, but then even in your sleep, you spoke his name.”

  Hanna sat back heavily on the pillows, her body going weak. “What?”

  Chet went on relentlessly, “And then there was all that dressing up you did for him. You never cared to dress up for me. What was even worse were the constant trips – you couldn’t seem to wait to go. I know I hurt you, and I’m sorry. It just couldn’t work out anymore with him between us. Just think about it, Hanna. And how you’d react in my shoes; that just with hearing his voice on the line, makes your breath catch. How do you think that made me feel?”

  It was Hanna’s turn to feel apologetic, all the while her mind reeling. She called Damian’s name while she had sex with Chet…even while she slept. This whole fixation with him had gone even deeper than she realized. Shit.

  “I’m really sorry Chet. This is a shock to me. I know I’m not in love with him.” To her own ears, that declaration sound half-hearted, and she hated to acknowledge that.

  “The thing about fighting the inevitable is that you only make it worse,” Chet said patiently. “I saw the signs but told myself it didn’t matter, that you weren’t like other women. But the fact remains that you couldn’t be true to yourself so how could you be the same to me?”

  Hanna chewed on her lip hard. She hadn’t been true to herself. She knew that now. In a ‘safe’ relationship, she’d used it as her crutch to deny what she felt inside for Damian. He engulfed her soul, and now her body was his as well. He’d laid
claim to all that was feminine and submissive within her and that was why it had been so easy all these months to do his will, even when she said she’d hated it. But was that love?

  “I never meant to hurt you,” she told Chet quietly at last. “Damian is…different. I’ve never really met anyone like him and I truly didn’t want to fall. I can only wish the best for you. I hope she treats you right.”

  She heard his gentle laugh. “And I hope you’ll finally put your head right and go for what you want this time. You deserve it.”

  Did she really? Hanna wanted to laugh self-deprecatingly at that. No woman deserved a man like Damian Rush. You could desire him all you want but it was a fantasy best enjoyed from afar. Unluckily for her though, she let herself forget every element of survival tactics she’d learned over the last few months. Falling for Damian was a luxury she couldn’t afford and she knew exactly why.

  This was just another conquest for him. He said it himself: I can have you when I want. He knew exactly the hold he had on her. Men like him thrived on the power rush they got from claiming that elusive prize. And yet now that he’d had her, he had no intention of letting go.

  That told Hanna she had some power of her own.

  *

  The next day they had another set of meetings and it was time for them to check out so Hanna gathered up her things, knowing that Damian would be packing as well.

  She felt relieved he’d let her spend the night alone. Whether she’d have been able to send him back if he’d slid underneath the covers next to her, she couldn’t say. Thinking about the drive home, she winced. That should give them plenty of time to have that talk they hadn’t got the chance for yet, but Hanna wasn’t looking forward to it. The last thing she wanted was to come to terms with anything, especially not about her feelings for Damian.

  They checked out in silence, their bags taken to the car by the bell hop. Once on the road, neither spoke and the drive was quiet if not a bit tense. Hanna drifted off wondering how things would change now they were returning to reality.