Kisses for the Billionaire: Final Kiss (8 page)

“
A
nd so what
? You want me to just put aside the fact that you tried to kill me?”

“I didn’t try to do anything, if I’d wanted you dead, you’d be dead,” David said, his words only adding fuel to the already out of control fire that was Killian Ashcroft’s temper.

“That’s not what any of this is about,” I said cutting across their continued arguing. It was all they had done for the past fifteen minutes since we’d entered the office and the more they argued the worse they both seemed to get.

They really were beginning to sound and act like children.

“Then explain it to me because from where I’m sitting, all I can see is that your husband plans to have me knocked off if Andy and Dominic persist with their plans. You can’t just expect me to ignore something like that?”

“They believe Melissa is still alive…” I said, stroking the place between my eyebrows where the beginnings of a killer headache was starting to take up residence.

“What has any of that got to do with me?” Killian asked. There was a strain on his voice, one I hadn’t noticed a moment before when he’d been so irate about David threatening his life.

“They know she went to your side of the family, that your father took her in,” Aaron interjected.

Killian smirked and crossed his arms over his chest as he dropped back into his chair. His jaw was set tight and I could see a slight flicker in his neck as his pulse hammered beneath his skin. He was honestly panicked.

“What my father might have done has nothing at all to do with me, I tried never to interfere in his business and the rest of you would do well to do the same. He’s not a man you want to tangle with.”

“And neither was Henry but when it came to the Banks he still turned tail and ran from them, just like everyone else has. I don’t want to hurt Melissa but I won’t put my family at risk. Tell me where she is,” David said as he leaned forward in his chair.

“If you tell them where she is, you know what they will do to her,” Killian said, “I won’t hand her over like some lamb to the slaughter.”

“You care about her don’t you?” I said watching his expression soften as he thought about her.

“She’s family,” he said simply.

“And so are we,” David said, “so help me win against the Banks. Taylor is dead, all that’s left are his two sons. If we work together they’re not going to be a match for us all.”

Killian shook his head and pushed up onto his feet.

“I can’t do that, there’s nothing I can offer you. This fight is your problem David. Now I’m sorry Taylor threatened your wife and kids but really, what do you expect from someone like him? I’m not going to put my family or friends in the crosshairs for a bunch of strangers I don’t even know.”

“You already are, but you’re too stupid and pig-headed to see it,” David said but there was no anger in his voice just pure resignation.

Killian shrugged and smiled, “I’ll see myself out, Carrie, I can’t say it was a pleasure. Maybe if we’d met under circumstances that didn’t involve your husband trying to kill me things could have been different.”

I didn’t answer him, there was no point. He’d obviously made up his mind. He knew all about Melissa, he knew where she was and he was going to continue to hide her. But why he wouldn’t help David to defeat the Banks was beyond me. It just didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t seem like a stupid man and yet he was behaving ridiculously short sighted. How could he not see or understand that once Andy and Dominic were done with us, they would turn their attention to the other side of the Ashcroft family tree.

But then, could I really blame him? If I was in his position would I really want to get involved in something that had nothing to do with me, that had never really affected my family before now? Would I want to take that risk?

I already knew what the answer was but it didn’t make it any easier.

Aaron shook his head and followed Killian from the room, leaving me with David.

“He’s not going to try and use any of this against you,” I said, getting up from my seat and crossing the room to drop down beside David.

“How can you be so certain?”

“Because all he really wants is to get as far away as he can from you and me. He just doesn’t want to get involved in any of this,” I answered talking David’s hand into my own and stroking my fingers and down his skin.

“Carrie, what am I supposed to do? I know where Andy and Dominic will be tomorrow night but how do I end any of this? If I don’t do as they ask…” he trailed off and wrapped his hand around mine. “I won’t lose you, I won’t risk that.”

His words had a ring of finality to them and I pressed my hand to his face, forcing him to glance around at me. “What does that mean, what won’t you risk?” There was a note of panic in my voice that I couldn’t shake.

“I’ll do what I must to protect you, Carrie, no matter what it takes. If I can’t convince Andy and Dominic to see sense then I’ll do what needs to be done.”

“It won’t come to that, David, you’ll convince them, I know you will…” I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince but David smiled and nodded but I couldn’t tell if he believed me or not.

He moved in towards me, his lips gentle against mine, his kiss feather light but it quickly became more. Whimpering I pressed my body to his, we’d started something earlier, something that needed to be finished and I was done waiting.

David wrapped his hands around me, lifting me from the couch onto his lap and I went willingly. The feel of his fingers sliding up beneath the jumper I wore, the skin on skin contact sending shivers of desire racing down through my core.

I bit down on his lip softly as he tightened his hold, crushing my chest to his.

There was a knock on the door that had David groaning against my mouth. Frustration made my body ache and I pulled away from his embrace.

“Wait for me upstairs… I won’t be long,” he said, his eyes had darkened with lust and I felt my core tighten in response to his promise.

Without uttering a word I climbed from his lap, my legs unsteady beneath me as I made my way to the door and tugged it open. Aaron stood outside, and the moment his eyes fell on mine his knowing glance sent heat into my cheeks.

I practically ran from the room, my legs like jelly as I climbed the stairs. I’d seen the look in David’s eyes, there was no way in hell he would keep me waiting.

R
eaching
the bedroom I stepped inside and halted, my heart raced in my chest and I could still feel the tingling across my skin where David had touched me.

I needed his touch, the feel of his body against mine. There was a niggling feeling in the back of my mind that it was something I needed to do, we needed to reconnect.

Taylor had done his best to rip us apart, to destroy what we held precious but he hadn’t succeeded, so why did it still feel as though he had? None of it made any sense and yet I couldn’t shake the niggling doubt.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror I could still see the lingering effects of being stuck in the Banks home. Every time I tried to sleep I could still remember the feel of Taylor’s hand on my bump as he’d tried to crush the life growing inside me.

Even though he was dead I couldn’t shake that memory.

The door cracked open and David stood framed in the doorway, the look on his face was ferocious. There was a hunger in his gaze that sent a shiver of desire racing all the way from my head down to my toes.

He stepped into the room and slowly slipped out of his suit jacket, his dark gaze never leaving my face. I was like a butterfly pinned beneath his gaze.

It was a struggle just to remember to breathe as he moved into the middle of the room. He tossed the jacket aside and immediately began unbuttoning his shirt, each one he opened revealing a little more of his tanned muscled chest.

He moved to the cuffs of his shirt, each movement deliberate and slow, as though he was teasing me. How could he possibly know just how much I wanted and needed him? Was it written all over my face?

He removed the cufflinks and the sleeves hung loose over his wrists, brushing the tops of his strong hands, hands I knew intimately.

The thought of him touching me, brushing the places beneath my clothes that only he could sent a trickle of moisture straight to my core and my body tightened in anticipation.

“Strip,” he said, his voice soft and yet utterly commanding.

My body froze, my mind struggling to comprehend the nature of what he was asking of me.

Why wasn’t he touching me? Stripping the clothes from my body the way he usually liked to?

“David, I…”

“I said strip, I won’t ask you again,” his voice brooked no argument and a fine tremble started up in my limbs. My heart began hammering in my chest as I lifted my arms above my head and slowly shrugged out of my jumper.

I stood before him in a camisole and my soft satin trousers, my fingers playing along the edge of my clothes as I watched him.

He crooked one eyebrow in my direction, the hunger in his eyes causing me to bite down on my lip hard enough to practically draw blood. Gripping the top of my trousers I pushed them down over my thighs, cringing as I spotted the purple and yellow bruising that covered my legs and hips.

Without meeting his gaze again, I stripped the camisole top from my body and let it drop to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

Raising my gaze to his a shiver of desire set my core alight as I caught sight of him drinking my body in. He trailed his gaze down over every inch of exposed skin before finally lifting his smouldering gaze to mine once more.

“Everything,” he said, that one word causing my belly to clench and tighten.

I knew what was coming, I knew what he would do to me, the way he would take me. I wanted to throw myself on the floor before him, beg for him to take me out of my misery and give me that which I so desperately wanted and needed.

Reaching behind my back, I quickly unclasped my bra, my breasts shifting against the lace fabric as I dropped it and automatically used my arms to shield the heavy fleshy globes. It was a pointless action, David had seen every inch of me a million times before. Worshiped every inch of me a million times before, he loved every part of me that made me who I was.

I was far from perfect, stretch marks and large round soft belly. My arms weren’t firm and my thighs rubbed when I walked but he adored me. In his eyes I was a goddess and it was intoxicating.

Hooking my fingers into the top of my knickers I wriggled out of them, David’s low guttural groan giving me the extra boost of confidence I needed. Without thinking, I spun away from him, hiding my body from his view as I bent over and stepped out of the scrap of lace I’d called a knickers.

I knew what his view would be. I was exposing myself to him, letting him see me at my most vulnerable and I wanted him to take the bait.

“Sweet Christ, Carrie,” his voice was half strangled.

I glanced back at him, just in time to see him cross the floor to where I stood. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him once more. The expression in his eyes was the same look the fox might give to the rabbit just before he devoured it. And in that moment I couldn’t have been happier to be the rabbit.

His hands slid down over my arms to my wrists, grabbing them he jerked them up in front of me, forcing my breasts to spill over the edges of my arms. There was a slight tremor in his hands as he pulled the handcuffs from his pocket and quickly snapped them on over my wrists before I could protest.

“David, what are you…” I didn’t get the chance to finish my sentence as he pulled me towards the bed and lifted me up onto the edge of it.

I tried to move backwards but my hands were useless and the satin covers made it impossible for me to get any purchase.

He moved up along the side of the bed before crawling up onto the side of it. Grabbing the links on the handcuffs he pulled my arms up and over the top of my head forcing me to drop back onto the pillows.

In seconds he had me fastened to the headboard, my breasts pushed up in the air my nipples hardening in the cool breeze that swirled around the room. He stared down at my body and I jerked against the restraints.

This was the last thing I wanted, when I was restrained I had no control of what he did to me, when he touched me. I wanted him and I wanted him now. The seductive tease he was forcing me to endure was too much for my aching body.

“David, please touch me, I want you…”

He smiled and I could see the glint in his eye as he moved off the mattress and walked to the bottom of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and I thrashed against him as he quickly looped one restraint around my foot.

“This isn’t fair,” I whimpered as he moved to the other leg and repeated the process. This time however, he seemed to hear my plea, his hand lingering on the calf of my leg, his fingers sliding higher until they brushed the inside of my thigh.

I gasped, my eyes wide as I watched him. My core flamed to life as I writhed against his touch, struggling against the handcuffs that bit into my skin as I tried to slide down the bed to get closer to his hand.

His fingers brushed against the juncture of my thighs and I whimpered, biting down on my lip as my eyes rolled back in my head. The way he made me feel, the way he could play my body it just wasn’t fair.

“I’m going to make you beg, Carrie, I’m going to push you to your limits and I won’t take my pleasure from you until I know you’re right on the edge of the precipice.”

His voice was calm and utterly collected. How it was possible for him to speak to me as though he wasn’t just as effected by what was going on was beyond me. How could he concentrate so utterly and completely and come across so untouched? It never ceased to amaze me.

“David, please, I just want to feel you inside me,” I said, the pleading tone in my voice unmistakable.

He released my leg and I bucked and thrashed against the restraints, fighting to find some sort of weakness in them that might allow me to escape but there was nothing. I was trapped and at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.

He stalked around the bed and paused next to the bedside locker, I watched him carefully my gaze never leaving him as he pulled open the drawer and pulled something black from the dark depths.

I recognised the blindfold instantly, a small whimper tearing from the back of my throat as I tugged harder on the restraints. Memories of wearing the blindfold for David flashed through my head. My senses heightened to fever pitch as he pushed me over the edge into bliss.

It was too much.

My body already ached for him, I didn’t need to be pushed any further. I turned my face away from him in an attempt to escape the blindfold as he slipped it down over my head. Before I knew what was happening the world had gone dark and I was left naked and aching on the bed.

I strained to listen for any sound, something that would tell me what was coming next but the room had gone silent. I couldn’t even hear David breathing.

The silence caused my heart rate to accelerate and it beat against my ribcage harder and faster with every breath I took.

The suddenness of David’s hands against the inside of my thighs made me jump and I arched up from the bed. The restraints the only thing that kept me in place.

He forced my legs apart and as I felt his hot breath fanning against my already fevered skin I moaned and bit down on my lip. He was infuriating.

He knew the things he did to me, the way he made me feel. And yet still he insisted on doing this to me.

He bit down softly on the delicate skin of my inner thigh and it drew a ragged cry from me. I thrashed in his grip as he trailed fiery kisses along my skin, inching closer to the place I wanted him.

When he moved straight past the opening to my body I bucked against his body as he crawled over me.

“David, please take me out of my misery,” I said my voice hoarse as I attempted to dislodge the blindfold.

His mouth found my skin once more, trailing his kisses across my rounded stomach as he moved up. He splayed his hand across my stomach, sliding the broad expanse of his fingers up to my ribcage and the underside of my breasts.

“David…” There was a warning in my voice as his touch became feather light once more.

His mouth closed over my nipple and my mouth fell open in a silent ‘o’ of pleasure. He pressed my body back down to the bed and I fought him, my back arching, forcing him to suck and tease my nipples.

A fragile thread of desire formed between my breasts and the molten of my core as he laved his tongue across my nipple, the sensation spiralling deep into my body making breathing almost impossible.

I didn’t realise his hand had slid between my legs until I felt his fingers probing at the swollen tender flesh of my sex. Instinctively I opened my legs as wide as I could as he playfully teased me to the edge of delirium.

Without warning he thrust his finger into me, my body clamping around him as I wrapped my hands around the metal linking on the handcuffs. My body rolled and fluttered with my oncoming orgasm and I was powerless to stop it.

I didn’t want to stop it.

This was what I was made to do, I was made to love David, my body answered his call in every conceivable way.

The spiralling pleasure in my core tightened further, heat spreading through my limbs as I fought to drink in enough air to keep myself lucid.

David’s fingers danced a rhythm outside and inside my body as I teetered on the edge of pure unadulterated bliss.

And then it was gone.

He withdrew from me, leaving me hanging on the edge of orgasm like a man starved of sustenance.

“David, no! Please!” My voice was a growl of frustration and denied pleasure.

I felt the restraints disappear from my ankles and David was suddenly behind me, rolling my body over until I was on my side as his hard and very naked body moved in against me.

I gasped, the feel of his solid erection pressing against my back as he positioned himself, nestling my body to his.

He lifted my hip, thrusting up inside me in one fluid motion that had me arching against the handcuffs that still held me pinned to the top of the bed. David’s arm slid around my waist as he thrust again, burying himself all the way inside.

I bit down on my lip as all the frustration of my denied orgasm was washed away by the grinding of his body into mine. He found a rhythm, his hips curling up as he thrust his body into mine over and over.

Fighting to press myself back in against him, I cried out as he found the sweet spot within me, stroking over and back on that one place where all my nerve endings seemed to meet in one tingling and pulsing mass.

The feel of David’s hand curled around my waist, his other hand gripping my hip as he moved within me was too much to bear and my orgasm washed over me in a blinding wave of pleasure that stole the air from my lungs and my voice from my throat.

Silently I cried out, my muscles tightening around David’s thick shaft, holding him inside. His fingers dug into me and I knew they would leave the imprint of him on my skin. He growled against my neck as he let go and his body was swept up in the same pleasure I was lost in.