Dark Seduction (25 page)

He stroked hair from her face. “I don’t want you regretting anything in the morning.”

“I’ve wanted you all night long.” She stroked her fingers along his jaw. “Regretting is the last thing that I’m going to do.”

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Cheyenne McCray writing as Jaymie Holland

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Zach laid the coats and jacket over the back of the chair as if impatient to rid himself of them, and then he brought her into his arms.

The move surprised her, yet at the same time it didn’t. Christy had wanted him to kiss her all night. The way he’d looked at her at the nightclub, she had the impression he’d been thinking the same thing.

Being in his arms was better than she remembered and when he brought his mouth to hers, his kiss was more amazing than the countless kisses she had imagined.

His kiss was searching, as if he was remembering her taste and the feel of their mouths together. She felt like she’d been transported back to the time when everything between them was amazing and fresh and new.

As he drew away, he cupped her face in his hands and studied her. Her lips were moist from his kisses and she almost begged him to kiss her again.

He slowly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “It almost doesn’t seem real having you here with me.”

“It feels like a dream.” She put her palms on his chest, feeling his heat through his shirt as she moved her palms up to his shoulders. “I’ve imagined this, imagined being with you again.”

He continued caressing her cheek with his thumb as his dark eyes looked into hers. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t think about you when I was with another woman.”

She looked at him with surprise. “Do you mean that?”

“There have been a lot of women in my life, Christy.” He brought his face closer to hers. “None of them were you.”

The thrills that went through her belly caused a spiral straight to that place between her thighs. Even after all of these years, she knew him well enough that she didn’t have to question what he just said. Zach Nikas didn’t say anything he didn’t mean.

“I guess we aren’t waiting for the weekend at the resort,” she said softly.

“This will make that weekend all the more exciting.” He grasped her hair in his hand and pulled her hair back, causing her to gasp. “Are you sure you want to be here with me tonight, Christy? Last chance.”

“I want to stay.” She winced at the harshness of how hard he had pulled her hair. Yet at the same time it had a good sting to it.

And the mastery in the movement… He was already taking control of her and it turned her on so that her skin felt on fire.

He brought her to him for a hard kiss, nothing like the gentle reunion of moments before. This was harsh, forceful. He pinched her nipples hard through her dress and bit her lower lip, causing tears to sting her eyes.

She loved it.

The kiss was wild, hungry. He reached behind her and drew down the zipper of her dress. It fell in a silken caress down her body and around her feet, leaving her in her black bra and matching panties along with thigh-high silk stockings and her high heels.

He grabbed her by her ass and brought their bodies flush together. His cock was hard against her belly and knowing that he was as turned on as she was, sent an ache between her thighs. She held onto his biceps, digging her fingers in as if to hold on for safety from a coming storm. He moved his hand to the clasp of her bra and unfastened it.

Heat warmed her as he stepped away and took her bra with him and then he tossed it on the couch. He cupped her breasts and she sucked in her breath as he pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and she bit her lower lip to hold back a cry.

“Take off your heels.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, Christy.”

He looked serious and she knew she had better do what he told her to. She hurried to remove her heels. When she straightened, he said, “Take off your panties.” She slipped them off and stepped out of them, leaving her in only stockings. “Now your stockings. Hand them to me.”

A heady thrill caused her to shiver as he watched her with his dark eyes. They told her nothing, but the intensity of his expression made her obey.

Focusing on Zach, she slowly pushed down one stocking in a sensual movement. She could tell her teasing was working as his jaw tightened and his eyes seem to grow darker than they already were. She eased it over her foot then handed the stocking to him.

“Faster this time.” His words came out dangerously low and she felt the urge to obey.

She hurried to take off the other stocking and gave it to him. He took her by her upper arms and turned her so that she was facing away from him, then pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt the silk of her stockings as he wrapped one around each of her wrists and tied it securely.

“Last chance.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and moved his mouth to her ear. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, from this point on, you’re mine.”

Her heart beat a little faster. “Yes.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” He brought her up close, her back up against his chest, and he pulled back her head again by her hair. “I want to hear it.”

“I’m yours.” Something like electricity sizzled through her as she spoke. He had her head pulled back so far that she could see his eyes as he looked down at her. He suddenly looked dark and dangerous.

“Yes,” he said in a way that made her shiver. “You are mine.”

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The sun was barely coming up as Leslie slipped her feet off the mattress and onto the floor. She’d teach Rick for escaping and taking control of her like he had.

When she was out of bed she glanced at him. He had one arm across his eyes and the other stretched out beside him. His bare chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths and she was certain he was still asleep. A sheet was tangled around him and it barely covered his early morning erection and her mouth watered as she thought about a great way to wake him up.

But she had other plans.

She knelt beside the bed and found one of the leather handcuffs on the floor. It was still attached to the chain and she wondered at how well he had managed to get away. She’d always heard that SEALs were the best of the best.

Of course that didn’t mean she couldn’t do her best to take back control.

It was amazing how he had gotten out last night. Thoughts of that moment sent a thrill through her belly. It had been incredible when he suddenly had her in his control.

He had taken everything she had dished out without one word of complaint, without one whimper. He had let her restrain him and play with him. He hadn’t had to give up control at all. He could so easily crush her with his superior strength. But he was a man of confidence, a man willing to give up control and not feel threatened by her.

This time she would use locks, once she had him secured. She picked up the cuff that was attached to the chain then checked to make sure he still looked asleep. She slowly moved the cuff toward the arm he had sprawled out beside him. She reached for his wrist—

He snatched her arm so fast and sudden that she cried out in surprise. Her head spun as he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. Suddenly she was looking up at him and he had a look of satisfaction on his face.

She tugged on her arm and she felt the metal cuff biting into her wrist. Somehow he had cuffed her in the same motion that he put her onto her back.

Before she even realized what was happening, he was cuffing her other wrist on the other side of the bed.

Her eyes widened. Rick had chained her to the bed.
He
was the one who was supposed to be chained.

This had gone wrong in a hurry.

The bed dipped and Rick sat on the mattress beside her.

“Good morning.” He smiled and she saw a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Uh-oh.

“I figure that I owe you.” He traced a path from her throat to her cleavage that was still covered by the corset.

That didn’t last long. As soon as his hand reached the corset, he pulled it down, releasing her breasts. She caught her breath as cool air tightened her nipples and they immediately ached for his touch. As if reading her mind, he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples. She moaned as the exquisite sensations flowed throughout her. She loved her nipples being sucked and licked. Her next favorite thing to a man going down on her. He moved his mouth to her other nipple and gently bit it, causing her to gasp. He placed his hand on her flat belly as he teased the taut nub with his tongue and teeth.

He raised his head and looked down at her and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile. “You’re one beautiful woman, Leslie.” He pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp. “And you sure know how to show a guy a good time.”

She would have smiled if her eyes weren’t watering and her nipple didn’t hurt so much. She obviously didn’t have the same kind of stamina when it came to pain as he did.

He moved his mouth to hers and softly kissed her. “Don’t you love paybacks?”

She groaned. “I told you I like to be in control.”

“Too bad.” He trailed his lips along her jaw and then down the curve of her neck to the hollow of her throat. “I always win, hon. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh yeah?” she said.

“Uh-huh.” His mouth was occupied with her nipple again, causing her to arch her back from the pleasure. He bit down hard enough to make her eyes fly open and caused her to cry out in surprise.

A tough Navy SEAL she was not.

“Rick.” She moaned as he licked her other nipple. “I don’t like to be out of control.”

“Get used to it when you’re with me.” He looked down at her again. “Even when you think you’re in control, I really am.”

“That’s not true.” She squirmed beneath his mouth and hands, loving the feel of it but fighting the want and need rising up inside of her.
She
was supposed to be on top. That’s how it was for her. After Michael—

No, she wasn’t going to think about him. Especially not now.

“Tell me, Leslie,” Rick said as he nuzzled the curve of her neck. “What makes you so determined to be in control with men?”

It was as if he had read her mind. She had tried to figure herself out for a long time. She believed that it had to be Michael. She always liked control, but not in a relationship. Once he had been her Dominant partner and she’d been his submissive. It had been the only time she had let a man be in control and it had been amazing in the initial stages. But after their relationship ended, she swore she would always be in control from that point on.

“I belong on top.” She tried to get out of his grip.

“I am going to enjoy this.” He moved his mouth close to her ear. “And so are you.”

“Ha.” She kicked at him but he grabbed both of her legs. She couldn’t begin to get out of his grip the way he had her. He easily picked up the leather cuff that was still attached to the chain at the foot of the bed and cuffed one ankle with it even as she fought to get her legs away. When that one was done he had an easy time of cuffing her other ankle.

He tightened all of the restraints so that she couldn’t even wiggle. Her heart beat faster and she bit the inside of her cheek. How was she supposed to get out of this? She wasn’t Houdini like this man seemed to be.

When she was secured, he moved up and braced his hands to either side of her chest and looked down at her. “How does it feel, Leslie?”

“I don’t like it.” A bald-faced lie. She was so turned on that she wanted to squirm from need.

He gave a soft laugh. “We’ll see.” He brushed his lips over hers and she couldn’t help a sigh of pleasure. Then he eased off the bed and she turned her head enough to see that he was going through her bag of tricks.

She swallowed as he pulled out a red ball gag and a black blindfold and carried them back to her.

“Ohhh. Look at this. Never used one of these. Can’t have you making too much noise so let’s try it out.” He put the ball gag to her lips. She refused to open her mouth. He pinched her nipple and she gasped in surprise and he pushed the ball into her mouth. He raised her head enough that he could buckle the back of the gag. The corner of his lips turned up into a smile. “That will keep you from complaining about not being on top.”

She made a sound of argument as he put the blindfold over her eyes, a sound that he ignored. When the blindfold was on, he kissed the corner of her mouth. “There. That’s better.”

Her thoughts spun. What was he going to do now that he had her down tight?

He moved his mouth to her ear again. “You’ll see,” as if he knew what she was thinking. He inhaled deeply then ran his lips along her jaw then nuzzled the curve of her neck.

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About Cheyenne

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bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including