Don't Forget Me (23 page)

“Yes, I’ve got to talk to him. I have a meeting with him tomorrow morning. Tell him to wait and tell Parkson he will deal with it, so that I don’t have to postpone the meeting. I’ll take care of that, tomorrow night I have a conference call with the team on the security measures that were planned.” Stella went over to him and brought his empty glass with her, putting it down on the bar. She sat down on the first chair in front of the desk. She watched as Donn stopped in front of the window, his eyes fixed on the ocean.

“I can’t talk to him now, I have someone here in the office with me.” He turned to her making her blush. “Well, if it’s that important, get me Brady…” he smiled in amusement. “Brooks here. Yes, I put it on the agenda for tomorrow. I’m still evaluating the proposal: half or nothing doing. Send me a detailed report and all the documentation by email. That’s all.” Donn hung up and turned to Stella, leaning on the desk with his hands deep in his pockets, looking like a male model on the cover of a magazine.

Nancy knocked on the door and then came through the doorway.

“Yes, Mr. Brooks,” she said, and waited.

“No need to postpone the meeting with Parkson.”

“And what about Stewart?”

“He can wait.”

“As you wish, sir,” murmured Nancy, and made to leave.

“One more thing. Miss Whitely will accompany me to the company’s reception. Reserve an invitation for her.”

Nancy hesitated, her mouth widened. She remained rooted to the spot until Donn slowly turned his head in her direction. She blushed profusely.

“Of course , Mr. Brooks.” Nancy mumbled, looking puzzled, before leaving the office and closing the door behind her. Stella reddened and felt on edge; Donn looked at her with an unfathomable expression.

“So? What’s your answer?” He raised her chin, looked into her eyes and caressed her lips.

“You confirmed my invitation without asking me…” she said accusingly, lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

“I want you to come with me to the reception. Every man has a right to dream, Miss Whitely, why can’t I?”

“And who is Debra?” The words came unexpectedly from her mouth. She was eaten up by curiosity: the image of another flawlessly beautiful woman flashed through her mind.

Donn’s lips tightened as he answered quietly, “She’s a member of the board of directors of the Council Capital Holding.” His voice seemed vaguely irritated by the question.

“And…” Stella looked him straight in the eyes, sensing that he was omitting something.

“I had a relationship with her, long ago.” His voice was serious but friendly. He seemed lost in thought. He shook himself out of it and said sternly, “Now eat some more, Stella,” trying to change the subject. “You lost blood before, you have to replenish.” He looked at the plate, noting that only a few forkfuls had been eaten.

Stella grimaced in annoyance.

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

Donn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, then he frowned at her.

“That’s it? You’re not eating anymore?”

“I’ve lost my appetite…” she said, her voice barely audible.

“After so little?” Donn was still frowning, but his face softened slightly.

Stella nodded, her lips forming a pout, and then she blurted out,

“Do you still love her?” Donn couldn’t help but soften his gaze, but he sighed exasperated. Stella was mortified by her outburst.

“So is that the problem?” Donn raised his eyesbrows; Stella nodded. He lifted her chin to look in her eyes: “She’s just a friend and a business partner, there’s no physical relationship between us… She’s the one who turned me into a vampire.” Donn looked down at her, his piercing blue eyes were bright and dangerous.

“Doesn’t it make you mad that she did that?” Stella blinked at him in confusion.

“Are you jealous?” Donn tired to change the subject.

“Yes, and totally mad at her for what she did to you!” Stella exclaimed. Her voice broke at the end of her outburst and Donn threw her an indulgent smile.

“Put it this way, Stella, if she hadn’t done it, we never would have met.” His voice was velvety.

“
I can’t help it, I want him too
,” Stella thought. She felt herself melt as his voice caressed her. She found herself involuntarily nibbling on her lip again.

Blood Games

D
onn’s eyes widened
imperceptibly as the BlackBerry in his trouser pocket began to buzz in the silence which had fallen in the room, causing both of them to start in surprise. He switched it off immediately without even looking to see who was calling and put it on the arm of one of the chairs in front of the desk. Stella watched his fingers as they touched the cell and wished fervently they were touching her instead. She looked up at Donn. He was studying her carefully with desire.

“You want me,” he stated simply, in a husky voice, looking at her with increased intensity.

Stella made no reply and took another sip of her wine, wanting to hide behind the glass, but Donn rose slowly and moved towards her. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the desk.

Stella blushed, inflamed with desire. She squeezed her thighs together, her breath coming in gasps. She felt a wave of heat burning her body, a hot tingling between her legs and a knot forming in her throat. Her insides suddenly contracted. Her fervor increased and took complete hold of her.

“I know you want me, angel… your body’s giving the game away. And I want to get you out of that dress.” Suddenly, he pulled her up and drew her into his arms, pushing her against the desk. He brushed his nose lightly against the bottom of her ear, slid his lips over her neck and leant over her shoulder, breathing heavily.

“But the desk is full of stuff”, whispered Stella, hesitating. Donn’s smile was buried in her hair, he blew gently onto her skin, then kissed her chin, moving upwards to her lips.

“Do you think that’s going to stop me?” In a single movement with his arm, he swept the desk clean, scattering the papers and documents on the floor.

Stella looked at him with anxiety and desire and sucked upper lowerlip between her teeth. Donn grabbed her and kissed her avidly, caressing her slowly with his tongue and nibbling at her flesh. His canine tooth bit into her tongue as he gazed at her with a challenging air, his eyes glistening in triumph.

“You know it’s going to be beautiful, don’t you, baby?” Donn whispered to her, his voice low and soft.

He grabbed her chin and found her mouth again, thoroughly exploring and penetrating it with his tongue. He lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, causing it to slide down over her hips. Stella leaned instinctively toward his chest to cover herself, but he laid her back on the desk, holding her hands down on her hips. Stella opened her mouth, breathing heavily.

“Donn…” She uttered his name softly.

“I’m here, angel.” He looked down at her greedily, wanting to possess her.

“I want to give you a little taste of what I need.” He filled a glass from the bar and poured its contents onto her stomach. The contact with her body heat made red liquid release a heady aroma.

“Oh my God, it’s blood,” Stella gasped. A shudder ran through her belly, causing a drop of blood to run down her side.

“Ssh… come on, baby, relax for me.” He leaned over and licked the thick drop with relish.

Stella raised her hips and contracted her stomach muscle to create a cave for the blood, trying in vain not to let any more spill down.

“Keep still,” Donn ordered. He sucked on her skin, kissing her all over and lapping the blood from her stomach, feeling it slide down his throat. His eyes turned black and he struggled to contain his instincts to bite into the flesh of her exposed stomach.

“It tastes even better on you.” Then he lifted her hands above her head, holding them in his, their fingers intertwined. Stella showed no resistance.

“Good girl,” Donn murmured. He looked down at her, possessing her to only thought on his mind. He both her hands with one of his while the other moved up her thighs, baring her black underwear, stroking her inside and out. Stella was immobile, caught in a trap. She slid her head slightly from side to side on the marble top of the desk and gasped at his touch.

“That’s right, baby.” Donn maneuvered his way around the desk, still holding her still, and opened the top drawer, pulling out a thimble with a pointed tip and white feather quill pen. He put them on top of the desk next to Stella. He came back to her, standing between her legs, and slid his hand into her underwear moving it in an erotic rhythm. Stella’s lips parted and she arched her back.

“I will never have enough of you, girl…” Donn gasped. He imprisoned her hands between her breasts and gently tugged at her nipples. He kissed her on the lower abdomen along the border of her underwear and felt her body quake. Placing the thimble on his forefinger, he began to stab at her with its pointed tip, licking the rivulets of blood that flowed from the penetrations, while Stella continued to moan with her eyes closed, carried away by the sensual caresses between her thighs.

“Oh, baby, I want you so badly,” Donn murmured. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat and, with swooped down to bite her neck, breathing in her intoxicating perfume. Stella let out a moan.

“Do you want me to stop, angel?” He kissed her earlobe, enveloping it in his mouth, and moved his hands down her sides until they slipped between her thighs, moving slowly towards her private parts.

“No, please don’t,” Stella begged enraptured by his tongue, which was slowly caressing her upper lip. Her hips began to shake of their own accord and she blushed violently.

“You’re a little sex-bomb, Stella,” Donn scolded her huskily. Donn lifted her dress further up. He spread her legs with his hands, and pulled her to him in one quick and decisive movement, making her buttocks slide along the glass table top. He felt her nipples harden and her breath quicken. He brushed her hair from her shoulder and slowly sank his fangs into her, while arching his hips and rubbing his erection against her. Stella threw back her head and released a groan.

“I want you to be mine, right now.” He took her in his arms and lay her down on the grey carpet, pressing his body against her thighs to keep them open, crushing her satisfyingly with the weight of his body.

“Why not on the desk?” Stella gasped, so turned on she thought she might orgasm even before he had a chance to penetrate her.

“I want you to be mine in a place where no one else has ever been.” He grabbed her head and found her mouth, sucking on her lips and pushing his tongue into her. He took the white feather pen and swirled the tip through the blood on her neck. He continued to kiss her on the throat, following the trail of blood down to her breasts. He touched one with his tongue, circling around her nipple, while he teased the other with the feather and his thumb, tormenting her. Stella arched her back and gasped. He continued to kiss her, moving down to her lower abdomen, and then lower and lower until he was between her thighs. His hand moved down to the hollow of her knee, while the other hand pushed the feather between her legs. He bit her on the inside of the thigh, continuing to caress her to obscure the pain of the bite with the pleasure of his delicious, practiced touch.

“Did I hurt you?” he murmured, his voice low and deep.

“No,” Stella stammered, lost in the pleasure. She hugged him to her, kissing him passionately to show him how much she wanted him. She buried her hands in his hair and grabbed his head.

“I want nothing more than to be inside you, right now!” Donn gasped. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Stella thrilled at the sound and almost didn’t notice him slipping on a condom. Donn tore off her panties and lay on top of her, trapping her under his body.

“It will hurt a little.” His eyes were murky and intense. He bit into her neck mercilessly and then, before she could react, he penetrated her, holding her shoulders stock still. Stella closed her eyes, arched her neck and gave vent to a deep groan. She heard Donn’s muffled grunt in her ear and tried to control her breathing. She tightened her legs, but Donn used his body to prize them wide open. He filled her up completely, pushing his manhood deep inside her. Stella could not repress a gasp, and she began to move her hips to meet his.

“You’re so tight,” hissed Donn. He accelerated with a push and heard her moan on his lips. He moved harder and harder against her, inside her, relishing his possession of her. Donn continued to move inside her, taking her to the brink of pleasure. He bit her breasts and heard her moan in pain. Stella’s body stiffened and arched. She was covered in a film of sweat. Donn stroked her cheek, and continued to move deeper inside her, causing waves of pleasure to spread through her body. She began to quiver all over.

“Let yourself go with me, baby.” He moved his fingers through her hair, continuing to thrust harder. Stella closed her eyes, the ecstasy increasing with his every move. She was moving in perfect rhythm with him and she gasped as a shudder exploded in her body. She opened her mouth and let out a moan, clutching Donn’s arms, her whole body giving way to a wild and exhausting orgasm. Donn buried his face in her neck and savored a little of her blood. He held her firmly and thrusted himself back and forth, back and forth inside of her until he too released the fervent pleasure from within.

Stella heard him moan into her mouth. He tightened his grip on her arms. She was panting too, but tried to slow her breathing.