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But I wanted to so bad, so what was I even fighting
for? Right now I couldn’t think of a single reason why I wasn’t in Zayden’s
arms.

Trudging out of the office, I wondered if I could
skip some classes to come to work tomorrow. As soon as I got to my car,
however, I saw Zayden’s silver BMW pull in and my heart jumped. I stood there,
feeling completely paralyzed, and when he got out of the car I could barely
keep up with what I was doing.

I ran to him as fast as I could and planted a kiss
squarely on his lips. He stepped back for a second looking completely startled
and as Ned started driving away, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. His
hands were on my face and when his mouth began to part mine, I forgot
everything about the world. His tongue entered my mouth and started exploring,
and one of his hands were now on my back, almost lifting me up. I tried to kiss
him back with everything I had but it wasn’t enough, I wanted more, I wanted
every bit of him. His hand was now inside the back of my dress, grabbing my ass
firmly, and I felt like I could explode from that sensation alone. It felt like
an eternity when we finally broke apart, gasping for air.

“It’s nice to see you too, Aria,” he grinned at me.
I was still trying to remember how to breathe.

“I-” I tried to speak. I had never realized how
difficult that process could be. My eyes were still on his mouth. “I wanted to
thank you. About the payment. And about Kirk. And I wanted to-”

He cut me off with another electrifying kiss. He
tasted like expensive scotch, just like I had imagined; a little smoky, and the
faintest hint of sweet. When his mouth left mine and he proceeded to kiss the
side of my neck, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Let’s take this inside,” I heard myself saying.

We were completely intertwined, yet somehow we made
it inside his office. He shoved me against the glass door and continued
exploring my neck with his warm tongue, making circles with kisses. I was about
to pass out already when he lifted my skirt and lightly brushed his fingers
against my pussy, and I let out a loud moan.

He broke apart. “Is everything okay?” There was
concern in his face.

“Huh?” Keep going. Just do whatever you were doing,
Zayden. Don’t stop. I wanted to convey that with my eyes. “Everything is…
perfect,” were the only words I could manage.

“Listen, Aria,” he said sincerely. “As much as I
want to rip apart that dress of yours and fuck you mindless, I have to ask: are
you sure about this?”

“You know what it looks like when I don’t want it,”
I said, boldly removing the top part of my dress, revealing a red lacy bra.
“This is obviously not it.”

“I know,” he said, his eyes now fixated on my bra.
“I know you want it right now. But you’re a fucking virgin and I don’t do
virgins normally. But I’m willing to taste your pussy.”

The way he said that made me want to jump on him and
straddle him until he felt the inside of what he liked to call my pussy.

“I am not a virgin,” I told him. “I told you that to
scare you off.”

Those words were exactly what he needed to hear
because he proceeded to then actually rip off the rest of my dress off my body
and kiss me again, this time with full force, thrusting his tongue deep inside
my mouth. Then he picked me up and took me to the giant couch in office. Taking
his shirt off without his eyes leaving mine, he said, “As much as I want to
take you right now, you’ve made me wait too long, Aria Roberts. I am going to
make every minute count and torment you until you’re begging for my cock.”

Those were the most thrilling words I had ever
heard. I was already ready to beg and plead, but he didn’t need to know that. I
wanted to feel the torment he was promising.

When he threw his shirt on the floor, I was
surprised to find that his body was even more perfect than I had imagined. Not
bulky, but lean and muscular, with a perfect six-pack that I longed to touch. I
tried to reach out to do so when he grabbed my hand and shook his head. “Not so
easy.”

His eyes were burning with desire, as he leaned down
and began working on my neck again. This time his hands were cupping my breasts
over my bra and I was glad when I felt him unhook it and throw it over my head.
He then gently squeezed my bare nipple, and I felt a storm bubble up inside me.
His other hand was playing with my panties, not quite touching the clit, but
teasing me with flicks and brushes. Slowly, his kisses started progressing
downwards and before I knew it, his mouth was on my breast, licking it softly
with his tongue. The pressure increased ever so slowly and it felt like forever
before he was fully sucking it, leading me to moan his name at the top of my
lungs.

“You fucking like that, huh?” he breathed, breaking
off and looking at me with stern eyes. “How about this, then?”

He moved his mouth down my bare torso and stopped
right outside my panties. “Has anyone ever tasted your sweet pussy?”

I shook my head no. Was he about to? Oh my god.

With one swift motion, my panties were down to my
ankles, revealing a part of me that no man had ever directly seen before. I was
glad I had gotten into the habit of shaving it off at a young age, momentarily
embarrassed about how it would look if I hadn’t.

I couldn’t control my crazy thoughts.

He licked his lips as he parted me and rubbed his
thumb against my clit. I felt like a volcano ready to erupt again and when his
mouth made contact, it was a burst of pleasure like I had never felt before. I
tried to focus on my breathing but it got increasingly difficult as he sucked
on my clit while licking the rest. When I felt his tongue enter, I lost all
control. A shiver ran through my whole body and I felt myself contracting into
a single bubble of pleasure that seemed to last forever. “Zayden,” I managed to
moan, but he didn’t stop sucking and licking until I started shaking
uncontrollably.

When he finally looked at me, I was barely lucid.
“Sweet. Just like I imagined.”

“Fuck me.” I could barely speak two words, so those
had to be it. “Please,” I managed to add.

I never thought I would have to beg a guy.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He tugged down
his pants, revealing a huge penis that was pointing firm in my direction. I trembled
with excitement over the thought of being filled up by him completely. He
approached me, and parted the lips of my pussy. At first he just rubbed the tip
of his penis over my clit, tormenting me with longing. He took his free hand’s
index finger and proceeded to wipe it between my pussy lips. Then he licked each
finger entirely. Looking straight into my eyes, he said, “You are so fucking wet.
How bad do you want this huge cock to fuck you?”

“Bad,” I spoke in barely a whisper, flames erupting
on my face.

“Say it, say you want me to fuck you with my huge
cock.”

Jesus.

“I want you to… fuck me… with your huge cock.” Right
now I would sign my own death warrant if he asked me to.

With both his hands over my breasts, he thrust
inside me with such force that I let out a tiny moan of pain. After a few
motions, the pain was almost entirely gone and replaced by the sensation of his
cock filling me up, faster and harder with every passing second. My body was
transformed into a volcano once again that in time would be ready to erupt. I
found myself matching his rhythm and fucked him back.

He let one of my breasts go and licked the tips of
his fingers before reaching down to my aching clitoris. His fingers fiercely
massaged it in circles causing my back to arch off the couch. I closed my eyes,
looking away from his face that was twisted in a grimace of craving. His one
hand tightened around my one breast.

“Watch me fuck you,” he groaned deeply.

I forced my eyes open and let my back fall flat
against the couch. I raised up on my elbows and watched him stroking my clit
and thrusting inside my aching core. His cock disappeared inside of me over and
over. My breathing picked up and when my eyes flickered up I noticed his wasn’t
any different. His taut chest and abs were pulled tight. With a body like this
he had to spent many hours in the gym every day.

He moved each hand to a different hip, but thumbed
my clitoris. As he pumped his cock inside at the fastest pace yet, I arched my
back once more to allow earth-shattering lightning to shoot through my body.

“
Ahh
!” I moaned.

I pulled my knees together not wanting to let go of
the feeling. That restricted his cock, so he pressed my knees apart ferociously,
completely opening me up to him. He bent over, supporting himself on his
elbows. He grabbed a fist of my red hair and tugged my head back while biting
my lower lip. I took hold of his muscular ass and could feel it flex under my
fingertips with every thrust.

With one final hard thrust he pulled out of me and
stroked himself. He grunted louder and louder as his warm fluid sprayed my
belly. Then he collapsed on top of me, saying, “Oh God, Aria. Fuck.”

I gently slid my hands up his back, mentally echoing
his sentiments, but unable to voice anything at all. My breathing was rapid as
I pulled him tighter to my naked body. It was like I had just survived an
earthquake. The best earthquake there ever was.

We stayed plastered together and I couldn’t help but
hope that he would still fulfill the rest of the contract after giving into him.

End
of Book 1

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Fighting
Seduction—Book 2
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book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
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