Billionaire's Revenge (17 page)

He
lost no time in ridding her of the lacy bra which stood between himself
and her, the delicate item floating to the ground as his hands
cupped her breasts, his mouth dropped to nip on one heightened nub, Sara’s cry turned to a soft
purr
as his tongue flicked comfortingly over
it.
  Her trembling fingers struggled with the button, before she
instead pulled down the zip
allowing
her ha
n
d
to
slid
e
inside
,
the musky scent of him invading her senses,
as
her head
spun with the intensity of her need for him.

With a muffled curse his hands
pulled at the button until it was f
ree
, Sara
pulling
his trousers
down
,
taking the underwear too.  For a second both
paused, Darius to gulp in air, Sara to let her eyes slide over
his
hardened arousal, her eyes full of fire as her fingers
wrapped around the silky length of him.
 
Darius
exploded, his hands moving to
hold the back of her head, angled up as his mouth
plundered hers, the kiss demanding.  She
continued to stroke him, her finger sliding over the weeping tip of him before with another groan he
grabbe
d her thighs
,
pulling her to the very edge of the desk, his fingers pulling the
skimpy panties to the side.  Instinctively
,
she
guided him to the moist centre of her, his head dropped to lick the beating pulse on her neck, soft Italian words whispered a
gainst her skin sending quivers throughout her body.  She
felt his hands move to cup her buttocks before with one smooth determined thrust he
sheathed
himself fully within her.

Sara
cried out, gasping and panting as he
withdr
ew
so slowly until he was barely within her before surging forward once more
,
her head thrown backwards with the intense pleasure.  She
whispered his name, her voice breathless
,
begging him not to stop.   As he
withdr
ew
from her, her eyes
flew
open
with disappointment, a shuddering groan leaving her throat as he
pulled her to
her feet
and flipped her
around, his arousal hard agai
nst her bottom.

Unsure, but with every part of her desperate to feel him once more within her
,
she
allowed him to p
ush her onto the desk, his mouth dropped to kiss down her spine.  Sara’s fingers curled, grasped at the hard wood, her teeth biting down on her lip to stop herself
from
begging him to take her, appalled that she
had
no pride when it came to this man.  Dari
us too seemed to be struggling, his lips and tongue shaky as they
slid down
the curve of her back
, his hands grasping her panties as he
bent and
pulled them down her legs, Italian words now falling from his lips, his need as strong as hers.

She felt him
rise
, his hands gathering her hair as he
wrapped it around one hand, the other moving to her hip as he
surged forward, once more filling her.  Sara
cried his name, his thrusts deep and hard, Sara feeling
herself
hurtling towards her release
.  H
is fingers dug deep into her thigh as she
shuddered and her muscles
clamped down on him the last sound
she was aware of
before she
felt the wave upon wave of pleasure flood through her, his loud hiss and groan
, the sound of it only intensifying her own climax
.  His hand
released her hair, both hands now gripping her as he
drove
harder into her
spasming
body before with one last thrust he
s
a
nk himself fully within her softness, his release as wonderful as her
s
. 

Sara
lai
d
over the wood, thankful for the support of the table
,
her legs unable to
hold
her
,
Darius’ weight pinning her as he
fell
heavily over her, both their breathing
,
ragged and unsteady
,
the only sound in the room.  Finally he
pulled himself fr
om her, collapsing back into the chair as he
pulled her with him, holding her across his knees, his mouth
found
hers as he
kissed her softly.
  No more words needed to be said as she
snuggled against him
;
a happy smile curved her lovely lips as t
he two
clu
ng to each other, his
mouth
against her head as she
gave
a small content sound
.

“
Mmmmmm
now I am feeling very relaxed”
,
his lips
curl
ed
into a smile against her.  Making to move,
he
growled
with
disappoin
tment
,
“Where are you going?”
 
Chuckling
,
she
let her finger trace small circles around his stomach, lifting her head to kiss his jaw
. 
“I told my mother that if it was going to be a problem about David then I would phone her back...so I am going to explain
to her
that we can’t have
him over”
 
Trying to move once more she
frowned in surprise as his fingers
tightened around her
.

“Did
you mean what you said about helping with the
accounts
?
”
H
is voice
thoughtful as she
looked up at him in surprise
.
 
“
Of
course...it is as much for our benefit
as
yours
”
With
a small laugh he
dropped another kiss on her head
. 
“Well if you are
prepared to help then it seems the least I ca
n do is let your nephew
stay over”
 
Looking back in shock
,
her eyes
flicked across his fa
ce for signs that he was kidding,
before a big smile
spread over her
features
, Darius not sure why his stomach
flipped at
having made her happy
.

“Thank you”
,
she
whispered
her voice full of
genuine happiness
as she
raised her head to kiss him, the kis
s full of
warmth
.  H
is arms
wrapped
around her as once more the two
lost themselves in the need for the other
,
a chuckle leaving him “
You
are going to be the de
ath of me young lady”
, he
laugh
ed
back as she
allowed her hand to brush again
st the hardening heat of him
. 
“But what a way to go”
,
her response as he
rose
lifting her with him as he
moved to the overstuffed comfortable couch flipping
her under him, Sara giving a happy squeal before
the sound
turned
into
small moans of pleasure from them both
.

The next morning Sara
waited excitedly as 9
:00
finally arrived, the doorbell ringing.  She
cried out to the housekeeper that she would get it, Edith chuck
l
ing knowing that they were to have a visitor that day.  As usual Darius
had
been up early, this time Sara rising with him, he laughing watching her so excited about her nephew coming.
 
“Let’s see if you still feel that way after you spend the day running after a toddler”
,
he
chuckled, as she
flashed him a wide
grin.

“Better than a month in the gym
”
Her
blue eyes
sparkled, Darius once more holding down the soft groan seeing her naked body silhouetted against the sun which flooded in through the window.  Her expression
bec
a
me more wary as she looked over
. 
“I will try and get him to keep the noise down”
,
she
offered softly, he giving a small frown.
 
“Not on my
account...I don’t have a problem with children”

Sara
ga
ve
him an unsure quick smile “I...I guess that I didn’t think you liked
them”
,
seeing as he
paused
.
“Oh...why would you think that?”
Sara
fidget
ed
nervously as she
reached for the t-shirt she
had
claimed as her own.
“Well...you never married...you never talk about children...I guess I just assumed that you were not the paternal type”

Darius
gave
a small shrug
,
“Never really gave it much thought”
,
his eyes flicking down her
,
“As for the marriage part...why limit
yourself
to one when there is a whole world out there
?
”
 
Sara
gave
a small nervous laugh, her head
nodding
“
Why
indeed
?
”
she
smiled.
 
“There are a few who have tried...some have even set out to get pregnant...it is amazing
what some women will do”
,
his voice
thoughtful as he
picked
out
clothes to wear.
 
Sara’s chuckle
made him turn to look at her, a que
stioning light within his eyes, as her lips
quirked
. 
“My mother said that if I was smart I would let you
get
me
pregnant
”
She
saw
the
shock in his eyes as he
moved towards her
,
real concern
within
them
“
Are you trying to tell me
?
...”
,
he
bit
out, his tone flint as she
sh
ook
her head, her voice full of laughter
,
“What I am telling you is that in the eyes of my mother I am not smart”

The relief that
exuded from him
had
been palpable, Sara giving another grin
,
“Don’t worry Darius
-
I have no interest in bringing a child into the world unless it is within a loving relationship...not ... this”
,
her final word before she
slipped into the bathroom.

In the bedroom
,
Darius
continued to dress, his
brows
knitted together.  Her words
had
not given him the relief that he
thought they would.  He
had
no interest in children.  His mother
had
been a bad parent and his father no better and Darius
had
no wish to test his own ability with
parenthood
.  That she was telling the truth he
had
no doubt, surprised that he would trust Sara’s word, trust this woman who
had
taken such delight in enforcing
a lie against him.
He
again felt anger towards her family.  What parent would encourage a daughter to become pregnant just for financial gai
n, once more realising that there were many
different ways of being a bad parent.