Vows of Blackmail and Obsession

1. Her Protector

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Her Protector

Iris stared blankly at the bathroom around her.

Her mind struggling to accept what she had just seen.

It was too much. The anger… It was more than simple rage.

It was a promise of revenge she saw in Sarah's eyes.

She blamed Iris for Nash firing her, and she would not take the dismissal sitting down.

Just then, a deadly, dark voice sounded from the office. Her muscles locked, she felt like prey who just remembered they were in the den of a beast.

"I thought I told you to stay inside that bathroom?

" Nash growled, causing Iris to turn her stiff body towards her fiancé.

She met his eyes, and the fire that burned deep within his irises triggered memories deep inside of her.

There'd always been something between the two of them.

Something magnetic. It pulled them in, a relentless force they were helpless against.

Three years ago, she had embraced it. Believing it was just another sign of how right they were for each other.

What a fool she had been. Iris could scarcely believe how na?ve she was back then.

Questioning nothing. Taking everything at face value.

He could have been having an affair and she would have never known.

She had never doubted him when he said he was working.

Why would she?

She knew the size of the empire he had turned the family business into.

The time to manage it was significant. Funnily, the woman who had just been physically removed from this very office was the only reason she convinced herself he'd never cheated.

Had there been an affair, Sarah would have been the first person to tell her.

The fact that she had never thrown other women at Iris proved there had been none.

At least, none that Sarah had known about.

Iris stared at Nash, and then forced a swallow past a dry throat.

At her continued silence, he continued. "Well? Was it hard to follow simple directions?" She gulped, but forced her shoulders back. She'd be damned if she let him know how he intimidated her.

"I was curious. I wanted to know what was going on." She said with a bravado. He quirked one eyebrow high in amusement.

"Is that so?" He murmured while skirting around the desk, heading straight to her. "You were curious?"

Iris nodded her head, forcing herself to hold her ground as he advanced. But as he reached her, he pushed her backwards with his hands low on her hips. He snagged the door with his foot as they passed the threshold, letting it close slowly behind them.

"Did it not occur to you I had a reason for wanting you in here?

" He whispered while lowering his head, his lips crashing onto hers like a man possessed.

"That maybe I knew how she would take it, how much she hated you, and perhaps I wanted to shelter you from that.

" His lips lifted just long enough to bite out his questions with barely contained impatience.

"You wanted to protect me?" Iris gaped. Nash pulled back just long enough to level a glare at her.

"Yes," he bit out before diving back into their kiss. His teeth nipped at her delicate skin, sparking small bursts of passion within her as his mouth moved along the seam of her mouth. He dropped to her jawline, taking small bites as he went.

His hand dropped to her backside, pulling the slit on her side up and slipping his hand inside to caress the globes of her ass.

As much as she wanted to argue with him about his supposed protection, her body had other ideas.

Try as she might, she couldn't fight the tidal wave of desire that crashed into her.

Her hands sank into his hair, and with a rough jerk, she pulled his mouth back to her own.

He let out a devilish chuckle before using both hands on her bottom to lift her and place her on the large marble counter that ran along the adjacent wall.

With quick, sure movements, he spread her legs wide before stepping within them.

His hips pressed right at their center, and he stared at her with smoky eyes.

"Believe it or not, I have always protected you." Iris blinked at him, confusion clear on her face. Him? Her protector? Impossible.

Wasn't it?

Nash rocked his hips just so, causing Iris to forget everything besides his body on hers.

She wanted the layers of clothing between them to disappear.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking the heels of her feet into the hard muscles of his posterior.

With a mighty heave, she pulled herself flush against his larger body.

She knew Daisy would give her hell for admitting it, but feeling his body dwarf her own sent delicious shivers skittering down her spine.

It made her feel feminine and dainty, in a way nothing else ever had.

He moved her as if she weighed nothing. Even after the weight gain she knew her mother would be appalled by, he still made her feel small.

It was almost enough to make her feel like he cherished her.

She knew that was ridiculous. Not to mention childish, but it was how she felt none the less. She liked the feeling. And she was tired of not doing anything she wanted to. Of denying herself. Why should she?

At that moment, she made a decision. One she might one day regret, but she didn't care.

She was going to embrace what he could make her feel. It might not be the same as before, and she won't ever be truly happy. But she could have some measure of pleasure. Maybe be content, at the very least.

She already agreed to marry him. The fact it was coerced was moot. If she was doomed to spend the rest of her life with this man, she might as well as get some benefit out of it. And Nash had always known how to work her body over.

With a pleasurable sigh, Iris let herself sink into the bliss she knew he can give her.

Her whole body went soft and malleable as she leaned in to his touch.

Her hands traveled to his head. She sunk her fingers into his thick, wavy black hair.

With a tug, she demanded his mouth back on her own, which he gladly abided by.

His mouth took hers with a ferocity so perfectly Nash.

Teeth nipping while their mouths said the words they couldn't seem to speak aloud.

She answered in turn by digging her nails into his scalp in just the way she knew he loved.

He rewarded her efforts by moaning her name low and slipping a hand between their bodies to part her folds.

With master strokes, he brought her to the edge faster than she ever would believe possible.

Right as she was about to crest over into oblivion, he stopped.

His hand disappeared, along with his mouth and his body, as he stepped back.

She blinked her eyes open drunkenly, confused where he was going.

The look in his eyes startled her, they were those of a man possessed.

Before she had a chance to ask him anything, his hands were on her upper arms and he pulled her from the marble counter. Turning her body around and slamming her hips into the counter, caging her in with his body. They were both facing the mirror. Her eyes lock onto the arousing image they made.

Him, tall, muscular and dark. His blue eyes tracking her every breath.

Her, small, slender, and flushed cheeks. Her own brown eyes staring back at her with lust.

"You're going to watch yourself surrender to me, ma fleur.

" He whispered in her ear, his hands moving up to grip the material of her top.

"There is no better sight in all the world than your face when I make you come.

" With those words, his hands tugged her top up and over her head in one motion.

Scarcely a moment later, his hands dropped to her skirt and pushed everything down in one strong, sweeping motion.

She was now bare, all her clothing piled in a pool around her feet.

His eyes blazed at her in the mirror as they skated over her naked form. His hands came up, one stopping at the juncture of her thighs while the other traveled further upwards to stop at her breasts. She stared at him as he let out a wicked smirk. She gulped, knowing exactly what was coming.

"You are going to watch everything I do to you," he murmured darkly. "Every single thing I do while I fuck you. Right here in front of this mirror." He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. "Do you know you smell like an aphrodisiac?"

"I do?" She choked out past a throat closed off to lust.

"Mmm." He groaned, before planting wet, open mouth kisses down the column of her throat. The entire time, her eyes were locked on her reflection. Mesmerized by the raw desire that shined out of her eyes. She loved what he was doing to her.

She knew it.

He knew it.

Anyone who saw her would know it. There was no denying it.

"You're my own personal aphrodisiac. All I need to do is smell you, and I'm hard. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He growled. Simultaneously, his hand that was resting near the juncture of her thighs delved deep, causing Iris to let out a startled gasp.

The sensations that he brought about within her were obscene in nature.

Her eyes blinked closed as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

A sharp, painful pinch on her nipple sent her eyes shooting open.

His eyes met hers in the mirror, and the furious glint in his eyes caused her breath to pick up.

Her chest rising and falling with every inhale and exhale.