Chapter 23 Scarlett
SCARLETT
This is risky.
But spending more time with an unavailable man I’m falling hard for is a risk I’m willing to take.
When we return to our room that evening, I grab a bottle of Cassis rosé, pour two glasses, and raise mine in a toast. “To acquisitions,” I say, since it’s looking more and more like we’re going to make an offer on this chain.
He clinks his glass to mine. “To mergers,” he says in his deliciously seductive voice that sends a thrill down my spine.
We both drink, then I set my glass down. He does the same before looping an arm around my waist. “Now let me taste the wine on your lips.”
I oblige, lifting my chin, offering my mouth.
He takes it, a greedy man, but a tender lover too.
He kisses me slow and deep, sliding his tongue over my lips, opening my mouth, exploring me.
His kiss is hungry, insistent, but never too much.
I love that he can be rough when I beg for it, and gentle when I need sweetness.
Right now, I crave this tender side of Daniel.
I loop my hands into his hair, feeling the soft strands, arching against him, seeking closeness.
We break the kiss, and I’m already turned on, wildly aroused. “Will you undress me? Spread me out on the bed and take me?”
I want to add make love to me, but I won’t dare use those words.
“I will,” he says, a husky promise.
His fingers travel to my blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, like a seduction. The hair on my arms stands on end. Pleasure sweeps over me, and every part of my body sings for him.
He pushes my shirt down, letting it fall to the floor. My skirt goes next, and I step out of it—out of my flats too. I’m wearing only black lace panties and a bra, but he’s still fully clothed. “I think I better get to work on you,” I say.
“Be my guest,” he says, and I like that we can trade off.
Soon, he’s down to his boxer briefs, and I push them off, then reach for his shaft and squeeze it, savoring the hot, hard feel of him in my palm.
He closes his eyes, groaning my name. “Scarlett.”
“I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” I whisper, because it sounds like desire. Like passion. Like lust.
He opens his eyes. “I want you so much.”
He pushes my hand off of his cock, unhooks my bra, slides my panties off, then glides his hand between my legs. He moans as he feels how silky I am for him, how wet.
“You’re dripping,” he says, his lips curving into a wicked grin.
“And you do that to me,” I say.
We make our way to the bedroom, where I reach for a condom on the nightstand. I hand it to him, then lie flat on my back and raise my arms over my head, pressing them into the headboard as I part my legs wide.
Naked. On display. For him.
He groans his appreciation.
He kneels between my thighs, his eyes roaming over my body. “I love how you give yourself to me,” he says, his tone like gravel and lust.
That’s exactly what I’m doing. I am giving myself to him.
He rolls on the condom then rubs the head of his cock between my legs, and I arch up, crying out in pleasure from that first touch. My skin crackles with longing.
He rubs against me, making me moan, making me groan, drawing even more desire out of me, teasing me. Then he bends closer, bracing himself on his forearms, his chest close to mine. “I’m going to tease you, love,” he says, driving me wild, and I love the madness.
“I’m not above begging you to fuck me.”
He reaches a hand down, grips his cock, and presses the head against me once again, toying with my entrance, running his length up and down my wetness till I can’t take it.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me now,” I pant out.
“As you wish,” he says, and he slides into me, sinking deep, and I nearly cry from the pleasure.
Bliss rains down all over my body. Pressing my palms harder against the headboard, I arch my chest, thrusting my hips against him.
He goes deeper and deeper, plunging into me.
Our bodies move, and time seems to melt away.
All that’s left is this feeling, this intense connection with him.
He dips his head and grazes his lips along my neck, fucking me harder, deeper. Soon, pleasure coils in me, commanding every cell. An orgasm overtakes my entire body as I come quickly, hard and fast.
When I open my eyes, I laugh lightly.
“What’s so funny?”
“It just kind of seized me. I wasn’t expecting to come so quickly.”
His eyes go feral. “Then let’s make you come again.”
“Put me on my hands and knees,” I say.
His eyes narrow, glinting with lust as he pulls out, grabs my hips, and flips me into a new position, the first one we fucked in. He enters me from behind, going deep into my pussy again, filling me once more.
He grabs my hips, digging his fingers in. I want to be marked again. Because this time feels like a whole new time. He’s fucked me gently, he’s fucked me tenderly, and now he can fuck me rough, hard, brutally. He can own my body.
“Daniel, make it hard. Make it hurt,” I say, begging.
“As you wish,” he says, and before I know it, his hands are gripping my tits, and he’s twisting them, teasing at my nipples, pinching them. He brings his mouth to my ear. “Next time I’m going to get you nipple clamps. I bet you’d love that.”
I grow wetter from that promise. “I would. Please do.”
He slams harder into me. “I’ll give it to you.
” He pushes a hand on my back, pressing me against the bed so my stomach and my chest are flat on the mattress.
He keeps my ass in the air. He goes to town on my body.
Rocking, thrusting, slamming into me. His hand slides up into my hair, twisting, tugging, pulling.
I can’t move.
I’m pinned by his body.
But not quite. Not all the way.
The trouble is my hands are free, my arms stretched in front of me.
I want to be owned completely. Taken all the way. “Daniel,” I whisper. “Grab my wrists. Don’t let me move.”
A growl rumbles from him as he lets go of my hair, clasps my wrists, and pushes them hard into the mattress, holding me down. His other hand slams on my shoulder blade, jams it down to the bed.
Yes.
I’m his prisoner.
Caged in by sex, by desire, by wild, wanton lust.
His hands hold me savagely as his cock devastates me.
He pounds into me, ruining me, fucking me ruthlessly as I cry and moan and ask for more, more, more.
“So filthy, my wife,” he rasps.
That’s all I need.
An orgasm roars through my body, raging, burning, blasting everything in its path, leaving only punishing pleasure in its wake.
In our wake, since he’s right there with me, grunting like an animal as he unleashes his climax too.
My world spirals into bliss, into something ecstatic that feels like the truest risk of all—falling into love.
But surely it’s a chance we can take together.
That’s what I tell myself. Even though I fear it’s a lie.