Burned by Passion (7 page)

Unable to stay passive, Kira responded with wriggling movements of her pelvis which complemented his wickedly delicious thrusts.
Damn
. He bottomed inside her for a moment and then rocked backwards, drawing a screech of pleasure from her throat. Abandoning herself to her lover’s mastery, Kira drew up her legs and spread all the more to offer her swollen vulva for his total ownage.

Many things in life were worth the wait and Kira was glad her initiation to the pleasures of sex had come at this point in time. She couldn’t imagine any other man having the patience, skill and passion to take her the way Blake did. She felt shattered to pieces by each thrust and each bit of pleasure echoed like a sonic boom in her brain. Even before she knew what was happening, she felt a strange surge of energy swirling in the depths of her abdomen. Her groans grew louder and she became wetter and wetter, squirming around Blake’s cock.

“You’re close,” he rasped, cupping both sides of her head and holding it in place as he stared into her eyes in the dim light. “Don’t fight it, Kira. Take it – take it all.”

It was a command she could fully understand; because everything Blake gave she had no choice but to take, and keep taking. He rocked in deeper and harder and just knowing he was watching her every expression made it all even more intense. She gasped, head spinning from the coil tightening within her apex. Whatever it was that had been gunning for her finally caught up and slammed her in the back, lifting her right off the couch as she arched into Blake, her pussy dissolving in a mass of spasms.

“Oh my
G-G-God
!” she screeched and then clamped a hand over her mouth, unable to keep herself from jerking as Blake continued to slam inside her, his throat filled with growls.  Next thing she knew his thrusts grew choppy, erratic and then he groaned, pushing in to the balls and burying his face in her throat while his body shuddered in his release.

They didn’t move for a long while and Kira just lay there beneath him, shocked to the core as his breath fanned the inside of her neck. After what felt like the longest ten seconds she’d ever experienced, Kira felt Blake gently pull his cock out of her. Her chest was heaving and she barely managed to sit up as she tried to get her bearings after that tumultuous fuck. Her body brushed against Blake’s as he hovered over her and she shivered, her body still sensitive to everything about him.

She glanced up to find Blake staring down at her with a look on his face that set her blood pumping back into overdrive.

“Damn, Kira you’re fucking unbelievable,” he said huskily, eyes narrowing to dark slits of rekindled arousal while his hand encircled her ankle. “Barely three minutes after and you’ve got me all ready to go again…”

Chapter Six

For Kira his gravelly words acted like a bucket of water in the face. The enormity of what actually happened hit her. Trembling from shock, she pushed herself free and stumbled shakily to her feet before he could react.

“What the hell did I just let happen?” she whispered, clutching at her tousled hair.

Behind her a surprised Blake hunted for his shorts and trousers even as he cursed about where the light switch could be. “Look Kira, what happened was perfectly natural…”

“For you maybe,” Kira cut in with a scornful, humorless laugh.

She was shaking with shame and anger as she bent, groping around the ground for shoes that had fallen off her feet, slipping them on unsteadily before facing Blake in the semi-dark room. “
You
might be used to first-night quickies but I’m not!” she added brokenly. “I’ve never acted so reckless in my life! Oh my god! What have I done?” Kira felt like her whole world as she knew it had come crashing down. How much wine had she had at dinner? Because she must have been piss drunk to have let this ever happen. And in her boss’s home! With his son! Could it get anymore fucked up?

“Don’t you think I realize that?” Blake said with a gentle, teasing voice which only incensed Kira further.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” Kira snarled, poking a finger in his direction. “There’s nothing funny about this being the first time I...I…”

“That you’ve been with a guy?” Blake put in gently when Kira faltered. “At least I know for sure now that you were never my father’s mistress or anything. Kira, I’m…”

“No please, don’t fucking apologize and make it worse,” she said, turning away as the scenes from the last hour flashed across her vision. What the hell had come over her? Hormones had a lot to answer for if they could push her into such mindless behavior.

“I’m now beginning to understand your low opinion of me,” she muttered bitterly. “I’m feeling the same way about myself right now.”

“Don’t regret what just took place, Kira,” Blake said with firmness. “It was what we both wanted; nothing to be ashamed of. And if you’re worried about catching anything, I’m clean. I promise you that I’ve never acted this reckless either. I’m always careful about condoms, but this is the first time this has happened for me too. There’s no way I’d put you at risk like that. Though as for the possibility of getting you pregnant…”

“Well it’s a good thing then that I went on the Pill since I started dating my boyfriend; just in case…Oh shit,” Kira groaned, slapping a hand to her forehead. For the first time she thought of Terrence. Sure enough, she must’ve been crazy. From the second Blake kissed her and pushed her against the wall, she’d switched into a different person even she didn’t recognize.

“Kira, relax,” Blake said softly, reaching out to pull her close. “I’ve got a girlfriend as well and that flew right out of my mind too. I can’t explain what just happened but nothing’s ever felt more right to me than what we just did.”

“Even though we only just met and barely even know each other?” she accused.

“That’s a problem easily remedied,” Blake told her with a rakish smile. “Have lunch with me tomorrow. We could…”

“You’re insane,” Kira bit out disgustedly as she broke away from his touch. “How can you even think I’d want anything more to do with you after…after…”

“What do you mean?” Blake said, anger seeping through his tone for the first time as he grabbed her shoulders. “We had chemistry Kira, right from the start. No one could script that. I felt it; you felt it. Or maybe you’re just more comfortable lying to yourself. Is that it?”

“
I don’t know
,” Kira burst out with a sob, before wrenching herself from his grasp one more time. She fled from the room, the door slamming shut after her.

***

Outside the library, Kira let out a shaky breath and looked around wondering which way to take to get out of the house without running into anyone. She heard Blake call out for her but she ignored him, certain he couldn’t come running after her in nothing but his shirt which was all he’d had time to put on. By the time he’d manage to get into his pants, Kira intended to be long gone.

She could hear the dull sounds of music still coming from the dining area so she at least knew which part of the house to avoid, thankfully.

How long had they been in there anyway? Time felt like it had stood still once Blake had pulled her into the darkened study with him. It seemed like ages, but it probably was no more than an hour. Now all she could think of was getting away.

The main thing was not to run into her boss or any of the guests – or Terrence. Especially not Terrence. She couldn’t bear to face him right now, knowing what she’d

done. The unthinkable. Even now she could still feel the slightly throbbing memento within her folds, bringing to mind every purposefully driven thrust Blake had made. Each step she took reminded her of the fact that she’d been thoroughly claimed and she hastily combed her fingers through her undoubtedly now well-mussed hair.

The next door Kira went through opened into a terrace and stalking quickly across she found steps leading to the gardens. Through them she made it to the driveway and only then could she heave a sigh of relief. There were only a few cars left and to her shameful relief she noticed that even Terrence’s was gone. Glancing back at the brightly lit house, Kira moved as quickly as she could past the gates. She knew that every second she wasted could mean Blake catching up to her. Kira decided she’d get a cab once she was outside the grounds.

Then she’d be free…

Chapter Seven

If she had a choice, Kira really didn’t want to show up for work on the Monday following the dinner party. But the last thing she wanted was her boss suspecting anything was wrong. She’d simply die from embarrassment if he guessed what happened that night.

Even now, three days later, she had far from recovered mentally from her unthinkable lapse of judgment and self-control. She still felt traumatized over doing something so irresponsible. It was something she’d never have imagined doing; giving in with total lack of inhibition – and to a near stranger! Kira couldn’t blame Blake. Her lack of experience and utter stupidity had made it so easy for Blake to have his way. In short, she’d messed up big time and she didn’t think she’d ever forgive herself.

“Oh God,” she muttered just then, her fingers slipping from her keyboard. She just kept seeing flashing images…Blake and her, from the desk to the couch…His rock-hard abs gleaming in the moonlight streaming into the study and then the dark passion on his face as he’d driven into her again, and again.

Kira’s temples were throbbing so hard she almost didn’t hear the phone on her desk ringing. Inexplicably, she could do nothing but stare at it for a moment. Something told her it would be Blake and she couldn’t bring herself to pick it up. At last the ringing stopped and she heaved a sigh of relief. Only for it to start up again moments later. Sighing in frustration she grabbed it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Kira. This is Blake,” she heard his deep, cultured voice say and at once her heart tripped over itself. Damn the way he made her feel. Around him she never knew if she was coming or going and just the sound of his voice had her belly in knots. Was she going crazy or just stupid?

“What…what do you want?” Kira asked and then cursed inwardly at the way the words came out no higher than a squeak.

“I want – need to see you. Please,” he said, and a ‘no’ instantly sprang to her lips but he continued before she could voice it. “Just to talk sweetheart, I promise. Could you meet me for lunch today somewhere? Or better still, dinner?”

“No!” Kira said shakily, thrown by his endearment and the stirring tone of his voice especially when he said ‘please’ and made it sound like the most sinfully titillating word ever. Fighting down a shiver of awareness, she finally barked out, “I’m busy. And please don’t call me again.”

With that she replaced the receiver. She was shaking so hard; she couldn’t go on with her work. She actually began to feel a little sick. All weekend she’d felt cheap and tainted by what she’d done and even though she knew she was only being irrational she couldn’t help it. To make matters worse was the fact that she had to show up at work today even when she knew she wasn’t ready to face the outside world yet and certainly wasn’t ready to function at work in any capacity.

Suddenly Kira decided she was done; she had to leave work or she’d erupt into tears in front of everybody.

Trying to conceal her distress, Kira went to her boss’ office and knocked. At his call for her to enter she drew open the door.

“Yes, Kira?” Mr. Carter said kindly when she walked in. There was something in his eyes she didn’t understand at that moment. “What’s the matter; is anything wrong?” he asked in concern when she stayed silent.

“No…not really,” she eventually let out haltingly. “I just came to say I wasn’t feeling too well and I’d…well, I was hoping I could be allowed to go home early. I feel a terrible migraine coming on and I was hoping to be able to head it off before it gets worse.”

“I understand,” Bretton Carter said and she had an uncanny feeling he probably did. But
how,
she wondered hazily. Her guilty conscience must be playing tricks on her she decided.

“Go on home Kira and try to get some rest. I’ll find someone else to see to whatever needs to be done today. Don’t worry about coming in tomorrow if you’re still not feeling better.”

Kira looked troubled and would have said something, but Bretton added firmly, “Go. It’ll be fine. You need a break and it’s perfectly okay with me.”

Kira drew in a shuddering breath. “Thank you, Mr. Carter.” Quelling the inexplicable need to burst into tears, Kira turned to leave until his gentle tone stopped her at the door.

“And thank you, Kira, for helping out at the party. I apologize that you had to go through the whole thing. Unfortunately it was a disaster, but try to put it behind you, hmm?”

Kira stared back at him for a moment, wondering what disaster he could be referring to. The ruined party, or her deflowering by his son? Once again she couldn’t help but wonder how much he knew or what he’d figured out about what happened. Why did that eat at her as much as everything else?

She felt too tired to probe him though so she nodded and quietly left the office.

***

Blake replaced the receiver, feeling a burst of frustration. He’d called Kira at work and tried to figure out how to get to see her, but she’d hung up on him.

Swearing underneath his breath, he rose from the corner of the bed and went to stare out over the gardens with the bright late morning sun glowing over the greenery. He’d had a lot on his mind since the party and he certainly couldn’t stop thinking about what happened just two days ago.

It was the morning after the party and he’d been awakened by the phone on his bedside chest beeping insistently. He picked it up to find it was his dad who abruptly told him to meet him in the library. Mildly curious, Blake told his father he’d be right down as soon as he showered and dressed.

They hadn’t spoken since their faceoff at the party. And once he was ready Blake let himself into the library which doubled up as his father’s study. He strove to keep his expression blank when he found his father seated behind the very desk he and Kira had…