Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection (7 page)

Damian pulled back and she whined out loud, reluctantly slipping her hands from his body. Damian didn’t speak but started up the car, while his free hand grasped one of hers in a strong, possessive grip all through the quick drive back to their hotel.

Hanna was shivering from the way Damian kept his hand on her waist as he guided her back to their suite.

As they got closer and closer, Hanna’s steps began to falter. Her resolve to get taken hard by Damian weakened bit by bit as common sense returned. By the time he was closing the door of his room behind them, she suddenly realized what the hell she was about to do.

“Damian, I…” She spun around, shaking her head waveringly, but was taken by his strong arms, his solid frame like a rock wall while he kept her imprisoned against him.

“Don’t think, just feel me. Feel how much I want you. Need you,” he husked, cupping her face and nibbled on her mouth. His teeth sank into her full bottom lip and they both groaned. His arousal throbbed like something with a life of its own, prodding into her belly. Hanna’s head swum and she almost sobbed with the way she warred within herself. She’d already been foolish once. How could she let this happen again? As good as it felt, it was wrong. Damian didn’t love her; she was simply an object that he’d coveted because she’d belonged to another which made her a challenge he couldn’t resist. And when the novelty wore off, she’d be history – just like the other females in his life.

She longed to scream out loud,
Damian no! I can’t do this again. This is crazy
!

But she didn’t. Instead, she turned into that sultry she-wolf that knew just what she wanted, and that she wanted it
now
.

Damian had to feel the same. He pulled her even closer against his body, and dipped his head for a passionate kiss that stole her breath. Hanna ran her hands over him much like she had before, this time lingering over the ripples and muscle-cut dents evident beneath his shirt. Unable to resist, she unbuckled his belt quickly and delved beneath his waistband, feeling for that part of him that hardened impossibly to her touch. His sudden intakes of breath disclosed his appreciation for her zeal. He felt as good as ever, and filled her palm impressively. She stroked the veins on his shaft with her fingertips,
then tried to close her fist around him. She caressed him knowingly and was rewarded with his deep groan.

“You’re in dangerous territory, woman.” His eyes blazed into hers and she almost smiled wantonly. There was an edgy rasp of warning in his voice, telling her she was pushing him close to the edge.

But Hanna couldn’t stop. She was touching him and she loved it. In all these months past, he seemed so unattainable, like a perfect sculpture in a gallery that you could only look upon but never hope to get close enough, to trace each classic line with worshiping fingers. Now she had her chance and she was drunk with it. High as a cloud with pleasure just from having him within her grasp.

She didn’t expect what happened next. With a deep growl, Damian seized both her wrists and backed her into the nearby bed. She fell flat on her back, her arms pinned above her and with Damian on top of her. Heavens he was so big, and strong. It would have made her frightened to be immobilized beneath him, her two wrists restrained in his one fist while with the other, he closed gently around her throat, effectively trapping her. She tried to wrestle free, straining against him but knowing she wasn’t strong enough to release herself.

She’d never felt this helpless, and she felt a strange delight to be dominated this way. Hanna realized she liked being at his mercy. What was he going to do to her?

The room was silent. Damian stared down at her with an intensity she’d never seen before. Her stomach plunged and warmth spread from her waist down till it reached her toes. Deep inside her pussy was an aching twinge of longing, and she could feel
the way her nipples hardened against the lacy cups of her bra. She felt turned on more than she’d ever been in her life. God, she needed him to touch her, kiss her – stretch her to the limits. Hanna could tell that he was on the very edge of control, his breath thick and fast and his eyes darkened almost black. She didn’t understand what was happening, but it made her pulse race, her lips panting as her breasts rose and fell with difficult breaths.

Her dress had ridden up to reveal the smooth length of her upper thighs, and she shivered when she felt his hand rest just underneath one knee, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh in the crease of her inner knee. “The things you make me want to do to you,” Damian said huskily, hooded eyes travelling over her shivering frame arched beneath him. “Sometimes I feel I’ll go too far and it would be hard to turn back. The last thing I want is to scare you.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Hanna whispered truthfully. She was only afraid of the way he made her feel. So that he was engrained into her subconscious and she didn’t even know it till it was too late.

“Maybe you should be,” he said with a light tone, fingertips trailing upward from her knee to her inner right thigh. “Maybe you aren’t ready for the things I enjoy. For a long time I’ve wanted to know your threshold for pain, the sort of pain which is laced with the most sublime pleasure you’ve ever known.”

Hanna’s eyes clouded with confusion. For the first time, she did feel a wrench of doubt. What did he mean by pain? She wasn’t into that.

“Damian, I don’t think…”

He hushed her with a finger to her lips. With his free hand, he pulled off his already loose tie. Then he quickly wrapped it around her wrist, knotting it tight but not uncomfortably so. This he attached to the headboard above her, ensuring she had nowhere to go. Her breath caught.

Oh…my
, thought Hanna. But that was the first shock. Next came when Damian grabbed her neckline and ripped the dress she wore in half. Hanna cried out in surprise, her shredded dress gaping open to reveal her lacy black underwear.

Hanna was in a daze and wasn’t completely sure of what was happening. She only knew that Damian’s rough actions were making her tremble with a monstrous excitement that echoed within the folds of her now streaming pussy.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, skimming his gaze over her heaving breasts in the lacy bra and the triangle of black lace at the apex of her thighs, barely concealing the pulpy mound beneath.

Damian’s face came close to hers and he mouthed silkily in her ear, “
Trust me
.”

*

Hanna twisted against Damian’s tie. Helpless. She couldn’t get free. Didn’t want to. His words,
Trust me
, rang through her bloodstream and made her quiver inside. She wasn’t sure what a man like him was capable of behind closed doors. She’d only seen the man he’d wanted her to see; cold and unapproachable. Driven and heartless. But, earlier that morning, when they’d had sex, she’d seen his other side. The passionate, feral Damian, who exalted in the bliss they evoked when they clashed together in abandoned lust. He’d blown her away then, making her unsure of where she stood. How she loved to hate him, but couldn’t resist his carnal enchantment.

Damian started to move against her, his hands rubbing up her body.

“Your skin feels like velvet,” he breathed.

Hanna stopped trying to move. She felt guilty…tangled up. Perhaps this had always been her fantasy. Deep, deep down she’d always imagined being taken and ravished by Damian. All those times she’d despised him, she’d felt an uncontainable attraction for the man that he was: handsome, forbidding and filled with leashed power.

Now, it was out. The secret truth.
Chet had been right all along.
It had been obvious to the outside world how much she’d wanted this.

And the realization made her feel wetter and even guiltier.

His roving hand reached closer to the juncture of her thighs and Hanna couldn’t keep from writhing as jolts threatened to send her spiralling into a dark, wondrous place. She gasped.

“
Ssh
, honey, just
ssh
.”

Then he fisted her panties and ripped them away like they were wisps. He did the same for her bra and now she was naked, her clothing in tatters around her.

Damian let his hand rub her breasts, his fingers lingering on a nipple and pulling it roughly. Hanna whimpered. He paused and looked into hers, as if to ask,
Did you enjoy that
? He tugged again, harder this time. Hanna moaned in protest, but she was into this. And she knew he could tell.

“Please,” Hanna pleaded.

“Please what, Hanna? You know I’m going to punish you. I think you’ll like my methods of discipline. And you’re not going to stop me, are you?” he asked leisurely, though there was a steel edge to his words.

Hanna’s head moved in agreement. “But just please…don’t hurt me.” Much as she wanted this, she really wasn’t down for any kind of extreme pain or stuff like that. She knew other people got into those kinds of play during sex and she definitely had no tolerance for any severe kind of physical cruelty.

“I can’t promise I won’t hurt you – but I can promise it won’t be in a bad way. You’ll want to ask for more of this,” he told her in that same confident tone that somehow calmed her. He seemed to know what he was talking about. She remembered how deftly he’d tied her to the headboard, his movements precise and economical. He’d definitely done things like this before.

She felt a certain irritation when she thought of any other woman getting tied up and teased by Damian in the past. But there was nothing she could do about that at present. She drew in deep breaths and tried to focus. Meeting his expectant gaze, she nodded slowly.

He smiled, and then leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. Hanna was filled with instant tremors. He sucked her beaded tip hard and flicked it with his tongue. He groaned and Hanna couldn’t breathe from how delirious the pleasure became with just his mouth covering her nipple. His hand cupped her sex, and then started to move up and down, pushing past her pussy lips to her very core.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Hanna,” he rasped into her breast.

Hanna heard a sob escape her, lust rising up inside her. Damian talking dirty to her like that had the wildest effect on her brain, which already felt ready to implode. She liked how the crude words sounded on his lips, in that deep cultured voice of his. His two fingers pushed into her hot, wet centre and began to fuck her insistently. Hanna let out a helpless cry as she got wetter and wetter. His thumb brushed her clit and she bucked almost a foot off the bed.

Damian’s lips released her nipple and he straightened up to look into her eyes. Then he kissed her hard on the mouth.

His hand moved in a blur as he finger-fucked her harder until the lewd sounds of her soaked pussy filled the air. He rubbed her clit at the same time and Hanna couldn’t hold back her moans.

“Not yet,” he rasped, just as she was close to her peak. Hanna felt like screaming even as she fought back the urge to simply give in to the mounting pressure threatening to splinter her. 

He licked her earlobe. “I say when you get to come. You do so a second earlier than I command, and there will be consequences.”

Ooooh.
Hanna’s spine arched, her stomach doing flip-flop at the dangerous strain in Damian’s voice. His fingers pounded in and out of her and she felt full, brimming with pleasure that just kept from tipping over.

“Damian,” she moaned, lost in a lustrous realm without end.

“Yes, baby. Say my name. Don’t ever forget I’m the only one who can make you so wet you’re streaming down my fingers. And when you come, you’ll skeet like a water gun all around my cock.”

He turned her over before she could even guess what he was up to next. Her wrists twisted over her head and her cheeks dug into the pillow. She felt him re-insert his fingers and the heel of his palm bumped into her ass as he pummelled her with his fingers from behind.

Hanna tried to inch up and look back at him over her shoulder, but he held her down with a strong hand in between her shoulder blades.

Hanna couldn’t recognize the sounds she was making. They were a cross between screeches and animal growls. And they grew even louder in the passing minutes, when Damian leaned down and let his tongue take the place of his fingers.

He held her buttocks apart with both hands and jabbed her with his tongue. He started off slowly, savouring her taste. But then he intensified the pressure, his stiffened tongue moving in and out of her rapidly.

Hanna had never felt such a physical thrill. Even though his tongue was cool and wet, her pussy felt like it was scorched. His tongue ravished her pussy and she laid her head to one side, unable to keep her body still from the neck down.

She needed to come so bad she shook. “Damian, please. I can’t hold back. I need…”

“I know exactly what you need,” she heard him say calmly, which did nothing to warn her about the hand that suddenly came down on her ass hard.

Hanna gasped, the shock of the impact making her start up. He smacked her again sharply and she felt her ass jiggle as it stung massively. Again she tried to sit up but his body weight was used to keep her down.

Oh God. So much was happening at once. Damian began to spank her in earnest, making one buttock smart along with the other as he spread the thwacks evenly over her entire behind. Hanna jerked each time he struck her, moans spilling from her throat – whether in pleasure or pain she wasn’t sure. He spread her legs wider and she knew he could see her pussy, which felt swollen to twice its size. When he slapped her there, she gasped in shock. A swift, powerful heat rushed to the surface of her sex, engorging it even more. All over she was buzzing from how good this felt and how bad it all was. Why had she never felt like this before? It felt incredible.