Billionaire's Revenge (14 page)

“My mother died”
,
giving a
half-
s
mile as she made a small sound of sympathy, his voice growing harder
.
“Don’t be sorry Sara.  She was never going to win any mother-of-
the-
year awards”
 
Silently
,
Sara
knew exactly what he meant, the memory of her mother’s plan to see her become pregnant sending a bolt of anger through her once more.
 
“
When I was fifteen
my mother told me that
she had
left some
food in the cupboa
rd and
that a friend of hers
would come by to give me a job as a general labourer. 
Then, new boyfriend in hand she left.  I never saw her alive again”

“She abandoned you!”
H
er horrified cry
saw
him give a smile “It is my experience that women prefer to enjoy themselves than put their children first”
,
his tone full of a cold anger, a part of Sara softening to him.
“Maybe you have just been hanging out with the wrong w
omen”
,
she murmured softly as he looked over at her
.
 
“
I very quickly found that I was better off without her. 
Didn’t
have to worry about the never-ending procession of ‘uncles’ she kept bringing home.
  She cared more about being single than looking after me...and I see it all the time”
,
his tone again hard.  “No...
Given
a choice a woman will always put her own needs first
.  Even
you Sara, you agreed to my demands because you know that the
fallout of your brother-in-law’s actions and your sister in custody would make you and your family social outcasts”
,
a small sound of disgust leaving him.

Sara
bit
down the retort that
sprang to her lips
, instead taking another sip of the delicious wine
, finding it hard to swallow the liquid at the unjustness of his words.   She kept silent, holding down the truth.  There were some things that he definitely did not need to know, because if he did he would use them against her and he already had
enough power.  For several moments the two sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts before he stood. 

“
Wow...
didn’t
realise it was so late
”
Sara’s
eyes flick
ed
to the clock whi
ch read eleven, frowning that three hours had
passed so quickly.
 
“I have an early morning meeting...so time for bed
”
As
he stood his hand reached
for hers
. 
“I...I am not really tired right now”
,
she muttered nervously
,
“If you don’t mind I will find a book and read
...”

He smiled, a predatory sexy smile, his head shaking.
 
“I don’t remember saying I was tired either.  There are other things you can do i
n bed”
,
once more finding himself fascinated by the way she flushed, her hand trembling in his
.
 
“I
...
I see”
,
her only comment as she allowed him to lead her back up to their room.
Stood by the side of the bed she
had
been unsure as he smiled
,
moving into th
e
b
athroom first.

Sara dropped onto the softness, a small groan leaving her.  During her mammoth shopping trip, she had
not even considered what she would wear at night, the realisation hitting her that she
had
nothing
, her heart pounding furiously within her br
east.
 
She slipped into the large walk-in closet
,
quickly finding a t-shirt of his, her teeth savag
ing her lip as she returned to the room, just as he emerged from the bathroom, his eyes looking pointedly at the clothing she held tightly in her hands.

“We forgot to buy any nightclothes...and I...I can’t sleep without something...would you mind if I borrowed this?”
 
Darius shrugged softly.
 
“If it makes you
more comfor
table...I prefer not to wear anything myself”
 
This thought
had
seen the very blood within her veins bubble furiously as she slid past him into the bathroom herself.
“T
...
thank
you”
,
her voice full of relief.

Minutes later
she returned wearing the t-shirt which fell to her knees
.  Darius sat on the small couch, wearing similar silk bed pants as
the previous evening, checking emails on his phone.  Raising his head, his lo
ok
was
filled with heat as his eyes slid over her

“Wow...
how i
s it possible for you to look so sexy
in everything?
”
his words
full of appreciation as he stood moving towards her
. 

She gulped, swallowing the nervous lump which rose to her throat.  He was stunning.  Her eyes again dr
ank
in his b
ronzed broad shoulders, his muscled
torso leading down to
his
slim waist and hips
,
unable
to avert her eyes, mortified to see the knowing smile which
rose
to his lips.  Reaching out
,
his hand lifted her chin
,
angling her head to look up at him.  She held back the groan seeing how far her eyes
had
to travel to meet his
, his eyes sweeping down
over her face
lingering on her lips
, his expression sensual.  To h
er shame she had
been unable to prevent the wa
y her body swayed against him, his mouth smiling approvingly as hi
s arm slid around her waist
.  H
is mouth dropped to cover hers
,
the kiss more of a caress
of his lips against her
, Sara
tasting his hot breath
;
the desire swamping her to rise up and deepen the kiss.

Sara
was
filled with
self-
disgust as her body shuddered, her arms flying around his neck
. 
“I find you disgusting and immoral”
,
she whispered, Darius’ seductive return
half-
laugh sending tremors through her
.
“No more than I do you”
,
he replied, before his arm hauled her in harder
,
his mouth grinding
down on hers, her response lost as she kissed him back.

With a low resonating growl deep in the back of his throat one of his hands gripped his t-shirt which she wore pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, Sara giving a small sigh as their warm flesh once more connected. 
His arousal dug into her belly as he lifted her from her feet, Sara wrapping her legs around his waist, the hardness of him stroking her erotically as they moved, her fingers raking through his thick glossy hair as Darius strode forward towards the bed.

Together they spilled onto the soft mattress, a confusion of limbs, their bodies writhing against the other.
 
“You are so beautiful Sara”
,
his words enflaming her already heightened need for him
as she
gave
a shud
dering sigh, her fingers sliding down his sides to slip under the silk bed pants.  His long groan empowered her, Sara grasped the silky material
pushing
it as far as she was able, the musky scent of him immediately bombarding her senses.

Grasping him within her hand, Darius shifted to allow her to hold him, his hips moving against her h
old on
him
a
ragged tortured moan leaving him as he took
her wrists
.
 
“Stop...stop Sara”
,
his voice uneven
as
he pulled
her arms above her head, his mouth reclaiming hers, the kiss demanding.  His lips moved down to her tightened nipple, the dusty pink bud sending searing hot sensations of need to pool between her legs.  A long moan left her as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin before nipping it with his teeth, her exhale of breath causing him to chuckle, the sound reverberating against her body only adding more intensity to his actions.

All the while his hands caressed her skin, sliding along her stomach to rest between her legs, Sara writhing against his hand, remembering the previous night and the pleasure his fingers brought.   Groaning, she tried to pull her hands free, his tightening around
her wrists
to keep them above her head, another laugh leaving his lips as she squirmed helplessly.

“Tell me you want this”
,
his sensual voice fanne
d the already tightened nipples
,
Sara groan
ed as a tremor
forced its way through her.  She wanted to tell him to go to hell, not to give him what he wanted, but his tongue once more sliding against the puckered
bud made her gasp, the word
“
Y
es
”
torn from her lips. 

Two fingers instantly slid deep within her, a long groan leaving her as she opened her eyes, finding his looking intently at her.  Swallowing, she stared back at him, her
look full of need as he caressed her, stroking so deep within her pulsating body Sara biting on her lower lip to keep from begging him to make love to her, not having to as the sentiment was written so strongly on her features.

As her eyes slowly started to close once more, Sara again felt the waves rise, felt the heat swirling around her stomach before her head was thrown back, her mouth crying out as the heat
exploded, travelling to every part of her body, her head growing hazy as pure sexual pleasure pervaded every part of her,
not aware as she bucked against his hand, begging for hi
m to stop
;
the intensity almost painful.

Stilling, she
lai
d
spent
, e
very limb filled with a languorous heavy contentment.  Darius
, sliding back up, reclaimed her mouth, finally releasing her wrists, Sara unable to move them as he kissed her so softly, so tenderly.  For some unknown reason, she wanted to cry, the feelings swirling within her so wonderful, so peaceful, she was shocked and confused by them.
 
Finally, she
had
been able to move, her sti
ll shaking arms moving around his neck.  Pulled back he
stared down into her eyes, eyes still full of surprise and warmth.

“You really are beautiful Sara”
,
his soft words only added to the thrashing emotion
s swirling alarmingly within her, the small tear which wound its way down her cheek
caught on his tongue as he licked her, a shudder running through her at this small touch.
 
“I...I never knew it could be like this”
,
she whispered, Darius smiling gently
.
“It isn’t always”
,
he admitted soft
ly, as her eyes
flew
to his
, neither willing to examine the reason why their reactio
n to the other was so intense
.

Once more his mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding along the soft underside of her tongue, Sara surprised at the way her body
instantly
was
shocke
d into awareness.
Her hand caress
ed
his cheeks as she kissed him back
.
 
“It is going to be a very long night Sara”
,
he whispered against her mouth as she once more felt herself sink back into him, her head nodding in agreement.

Groggily opening her eyes the next morning, Sara moaned as her stiff limbs complained
,
a small smile curved her lips at knowing why.  That he was a skilled lover was most definitely not in doubt, but she had
not realised just how much stamina the man had, their lovemaking continuing i
nto morning.  Darius was nowhere to be seen
;
she
sleepily
recalled
that he
informed her the previous night that he
had
an early morning meeting, surprised at
her
disappointment of his not being there.