Unbound

Staid and straitlaced Michelle Stein has two thoughts fueling her mind . . .
1. Floor the first man to walk into her antique shop.
2. Throttle her three witch-practicing aunts.
They promised her a tiny spell to fix her ridiculous inhibitions, but instead mischievously delivered a full-blown, sanity-squashing lust spell. The temporary curse apparently has no boundaries, either . . . since the first man who walks through her door is the same man who broke her heart ten years ago. Despite Michelle's vociferous resistance, Sebastian becomes the only man who can appease her unending physical hunger.
Thirty, heirless and restless, Sebastian Gray is drawn back home to Cape Town to claim the only girl he ever loved. What he finds in her place is a hotly bewitched erotic seductress. Now with the reparation spell her aunts cast gone awry, Sebastian might be on the losing end of a futile battle against a strength-ascending hex, no matter how hard he tries to keep Michelle satiated, alive . . . or even just human.

Unbound

April Vine

Staid and straitlaced Michelle Stein has two thoughts fueling her mind…

1. Floor the first man to walk into her antique shop.

2. Throttle her three witch-practicing aunts.

They promised her a tiny spell to fix her ridiculous inhibitions, but instead mischievously delivered a full-blown, sanity-squashing lust spell. The temporary curse apparently has no boundaries, either…since the first man who walks through her door is the same man who broke her heart ten years ago. Despite Michelle’s vociferous resistance, Sebastian becomes the only man who can appease her unending physical hunger.

Thirty, heirless and restless, Sebastian Gray is drawn back home to Cape Town to claim the only girl he ever loved. What he finds in her place is a hotly bewitched erotic seductress. Now with the reparation spell her aunts cast gone awry, Sebastian might be on the losing end of a futile battle against a strength-ascending hex, no matter how hard he tries to keep Michelle satiated, alive…or even just human.

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Unbound

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Unbound Copyright © 2012 April Vine

Edited by Grace Bradley

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Electronic book publication April 2012

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Unbound

April Vine

Dedication

As always, for my real life heroes.

My wonderful editor, Grace Bradley.

And all the ROSA lovelies, you ladies are awesome.

Chapter One

Michelle leaped from the floral-embossed Victorian chair, gripped the edge of the walnut desk and dropped her chin to her chest. Labored breaths somersaulted from her mouth. Her heart beat with swift speed. Her skin screamed under a raging fire.

She was having an attack.

Not a panic attack.

A sex attack.

Oh how she vowed to strangle her aunts, wring their collective witches’ necks and put them on a diet of cabbage for as long as they lived. She thought they’d agreed with her terms and stipulations.

Obviously not, since they’d turned her into a raging sex fiend who without any hesitation would attack the first man who walked through the door of her antiquities shop. Not by her own doing, because how could she, twenty-six-year-old, staid, even-headed and collected Michelle Stein, sign up for such reckless sexual abandonment?
Not ever.

She resisted the urge to squeeze her scorching nipples and the temptation to bunch up her cotton panties and pull them taut against her clit. She couldn’t give in. Not while her door remained opened for business.

She wobbled out of her office to the entrance of the store. Pressing her legs together, she chewed her lip in agony as the slightest movement ricocheted spasms of pleasure through her body. Her eyes fixed on the gold-plated sign hanging on the inside of the glass door meters away from her. Her mission to flip it around and keep out any possible victims until the
crazy
her aunts bestowed upon her evaporated.

Too late.

The door swung open. Eighteenth-century chimes hanging from the paneled ceiling danced in the afternoon breeze. Their former melodious jingle a sex-alert siren in her ear now.

She zeroed in on a musky scent mingled with the clean, self-assured aroma of pure red-blooded male. Her senses hummed. She licked her lips then swerved to a dead halt.

Bedeviled with the worst kind of heat known to any man, woman or animal for that matter, and who chose to walk into her ordinarily sedate but presently doggoned world?

Sebastian Gray.

He who broke her heart in two.

“Glitterbug.” His gravel-and-silk voice spiked and inebriated her nerves. She tore her gaze away from his killer smile and stared into his wicked green-tinged blue eyes, which teased her the same way they did ten years ago.

Only one thought shot through her mind.

Oh dear, I’m going to molest Sebastian Gray.

She stepped back—her restless hands crossed over her breasts, curled around her neck and intertwined behind her in a clammy mess. She squelched the incoherent reverberations tickling against her closed lips, afraid she’d growl at him instead.

She backtracked into her office. He followed her, his stride unhurried, lazy, unaware of the red-hot danger he seemed intent on pursuing. She held up her hand.
Cease!
her palm screamed at him. He closed in, his eyes narrowing at her fidgety silence.

“Glitterbug?”

The part of her wanting to keep him out of her office died in distress. The other part, the part her aunts had concocted wicked mischief with, purred with glee. She’d managed to lure her prey into the confined space of her office.

No, he is not your prey.

She grew up with him, fell in love with him then realized she missed his league by a mile and a half—a gap he had no intention of closing when he left without saying goodbye. She’d beat the potion dragging her hormones on a no-recourse sex fest. She’d resist him, really she would.

She opened her mouth to speak.

The will to resist him crashed and vanished. She charged, grabbed his jacket and pulled him down to her level. Her lips assailed his gorgeous face. She kissed his beautiful eyes, licked his delicious clean-shaven jaw.

Her desperate attempts to devour his face had nil effect on his balance. His chuckle, deep and sexy, ambushed her nerves. Her teeth sank into the fleshy part of his earlobe. Her long skirt tangled about both their limbs as she tried to climb up his six-foot-two frame.

“Glitterbug…whoa.” He forced an arm’s-span distance between them. Her cheeks burned. She’d never live this day down in her life.
Never.
“I’m happy to see you too. But shouldn’t we talk first? How are you?”

He insisted on niceties?
She
wanted him naked and inside her. She pushed into his chest and toppled him onto a velvet-upholstered Louis XVI loveseat. Her surge of foreign strength caught them both off guard.

“I haven’t seen you in…” His voice reverberated down her spine, setting off lively celebrations in all her nerves.

“I’m sorry.” She straddled his lap, ripped his tie apart, broke the buttons off his shirt and unfastened his belt. “I’m so sorry. I can’t seem to stop myself.” Her hands ran up and down his concrete eight-pack. “I can’t control this. Oh, oh, oh.” His powerful thigh wedged between her legs. She ground her pussy against his contracted muscle, rocking herself, and was sure she turned a new shade of red. “This isn’t me.” Her breasts. He needed to touch her breasts. She captured his hand and smacked it against her chest.

“Squeeze.” She manipulated his fingers around her engorged flesh and licked her lips at the torturous pleasure. “I have no power to stop this.” She looked into his face and begged he’d see how useless a grip on the situation she had.

A bemused grin flitted across his lips. “Do your aunts have anything to do with your new uninhibited self?”

“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes,” she repeated, less vociferous. If anyone could understand her strange behavior, Sebastian would. He knew her three chubby and cheerful aunts, who lived in a cottage on his father’s land, practiced real live witchery. He’d understand and forgive her, her erratic, uncharacteristic conduct. “They said they would help me with a bit of flirting. In fact they talked me into it. Said I needed help in that department. I’m getting old, as they put it, and they thought a tiny little spell would make me less…cold and more…inviting. Look what they’ve done to me instead!”

He threw his head back and laughed. He never skimped on his attention or affection for her aunts. They in turn adored him.

“I’m glad you think this is funny.” She scrambled off his lap, knelt between his long, muscular legs and jerked the zip of his Versace suit trousers all the way down. Excitement skirted new territory as his undone zipper revealed a pair of black boxer briefs and a delicious bulge to go with it. She unearthed his cock. Pleasure throbbed in her pussy.

“I
am
going to kill them,” she promised. Both her hands circled him. Her breath hitched. “You’re so thick.”

“Happens when I’m attacked by a beautiful woman. Even one under a spell.”

Her mouth opened around the head of his shaft. Fiery ambition gripped her taste buds, inspiring her to engulf him until his head touched her throat. She’d underestimated his size. Tears glazed her vision and she was forced to release his cock. Hardly fazed, she prepared to consume him again without caution.

He curled his hands around her arms and brought her smoothly onto his lap, her mouth still poised open. The change in setting did nothing to deter her. She aimed to suck on his lips instead.

“Easy, Glitterbug. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“But I want to hurt myself, in a really good way. I want you to hurt me until I scream from pleasure. I need to fuck you.” Slapping her hand over her mouth did nothing to retract the utterances from her potty mouth. A portion of her brain envisioned herself wild-eyed and crazy-looking. A minute side of the same brain cowered in heated shame. There’d be hell to pay for her aunts when the spell wore off.

“Look at me, Michelle.” Large, calloused hands cupped her face, a placating gesture to slow her down. “Let’s talk this through, okay?”

She shook her head, ripped her blouse off her shoulders and threw it aside. She shimmied out of her skirt, unsnapped her bra and fed him her nipples. She held both sides of his head, gyrating against his cock.

“Please, help me. Put it inside me.”

Smoldering brown eyes penetrated his cool shield. Sebastian knew the woman who’d reach such depths would be Michelle Stein, his little Glitterbug, the shy, awkward girl who hid behind a screen of vanilla-scented hair. The one he had run from all those years back. Now she sat astride his lap, wet and begging him to fuck her. He clasped his hand around a thick wad of her hair. She mewled. The sound vibrated off her lips and into his mouth as he thrust his tongue between them. The act of finally tasting her lips again after so many years blew his mind.

She kissed him back, smashing her tits against his chest—her nipples peaks of fire yet hard as stone. Her heat drove him crazy.

“Please.” Her eyes shimmered with fever, her bewitched body desperate for him. “Please, Sebastian.” She tugged her panties aside, grabbed his cock and led it to her soaked opening. Tight, hot flesh enclosed the tip of his dick. Her nails clawed into his shoulders, her hips bobbed, her thighs tightened. She wanted to ride him. He’d only just touched her entrance.

“We need a condom and I don’t have any on me.” For as long as he could remember, he’d wanted her like this—sultry, sexy and completely unbound.

“What?” Glimmers of confusion snuck out of her dazed eyes.

“A condom? I don’t have one.”

“But… Wait.” She sprang off his lap. His heavy cock hit his abdomen as she stumbled once, got to her desk, flung open drawers and threw out fashion magazines. She shrieked in delight when she found what she sought.

He looked up at the impassioned beauty now standing between his legs, ripping off the middle page of a glossy magazine where a sample condom stuck, driving him wilder. She bit open the package then dropped the foil wrapper.

“I could tie you to a chair and wait for the spell to wear off.” He needed to give her that option, although the thought of lifting her off him and tying her to a chair killed him. He wanted her as if he were possessed himself.

“If you do that, I’ll die. Don’t do that.”

“I want you to be sure.” For him there was no going back.

“Sebastian, I’m begging you to do things to me. I need it, don’t you understand? I feel as if I will die if I don’t get
it
, now. Stop thinking and just…just fornicate with me, will you?”

Fornicate?
He suppressed a grin as she bent to retrieve the condom.

“Let me help you.” Once he touched her that way, she was his forever.

“You’re too slow,” she accused, already rolling the protection onto his cock. But her hands trembled violently and forced him to take over. She used her hands instead over her full, heavy breasts and between her silky legs. Her tongue moistened her lips as she watched him insulate himself in the neon, candy-flavored condom with complementary ridges and bumps for precise and further stimulation. He’d never worn anything like it in his life before.

“Hurry up.” The last word left her mouth with a cry of surprise. He flipped her over, capsized her onto the thick-carpeted floor, pushed her panties aside and sank his cock, hilt deep, into her. Everything he had ever thought, every experience, every memory, failed to live up to being inside her. At last.

“Oh yes! Right there. That’s where I need it.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, arched her spine, tilted her head back and moaned. The sweetest sound he’d ever heard.

She met his thrusts, pounded back. Her hands slipped under his shirt, her nails scraped down the skin on his back. She bit his shoulders, sucked his lips, ground his buttocks into her.

“Ah, fuck, Michelle. You’re so hot.” He angled into her. Full, rapid thrusts. His blood sizzled through his veins as she clung to him, taunting him.

“Harder, deeper.”

He obliged her dare. Her pussy quaked, a small tremble that started deep inside her. Her orgasm stilled his own. Nothing compared to the beauty of her coming. A sharp cry, closed eyes, panting red lips as her climax raced out into the open. He snuck his hand under her ass, his fingers drowning in her steamy liquid orgasm. He brought his hand to his mouth. The scent of her shattered his senses. Her taste provoked his own climax, leaving him weak, drained, mesmerized.

His eyes locked with hers, observing the descent from sexual frenzy to bliss, to embarrassment. Her hands slipped off his ass and lay limp at her sides. She lowered her eyelids, bit her lip and squirmed beneath him. He stroked her red-hot cheek.

“Hello, Glitterbug.”

She covered her face with both her hands. “Hello…Sebastian,” she murmured between her fingers.

“Okay?”

“Hmm… No?” She shifted again, reminding him he still had her pinned to the floor. Not that he minded. She might have recovered mentally from her sexual shift, but her body held on to all the necessary signs of lust. Her nipples hadn’t softened, her skin still gleamed from sex sweat, the inside of her pussy sent out tiny tremors around his cock every time she writhed beneath him. He could have stayed buried inside her like that all day long. But the chimes at the entrance of her shop floated through her office door and broke the spell.

“You’ll be okay?” He lowered his head to her collarbone as he withdrew from her. Fuck, what a feeling to slide out of her wet flesh. She had him noticing things about sex and its aftermath, stuff he hadn’t noticed before in his hurry to be away from the women he slept with.