Taking His Woman (3 page)

Erica never knew the power she held over him.
When he had first taken her, the power of her virginity had brought him to his
knees. After they’d made love, she’d fallen asleep, and he’d been in a state of
panic.

She stayed silent in the car, and Chris allowed
his mind to drift to the hotel room four years ago.

****

She looked
gorgeous. Her blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail, so all he thought about
was pulling that band out of her hair and tearing the clothes from her body.
The need to be inside her filled his every waking moment.

Chris
Sinclair dated any woman, fucked hard, and played constantly. No woman kept his
attention for longer than a night. Erica Black had turned into a challenge. Her
being a work colleague hadn’t bothered him, but her being much younger than he
had bothered him. She came out of nowhere and struck him everywhere he turned.
The fullness of her body was so different from all the super slim models he’d
fucked over the years. Her innocence surrounded her like a cape protecting her
from evil.

Their
meeting had gone perfectly. They were seated in the main sitting room of his
suite. A bottle of white wine was half finished, and the music playing in the
background provided the perfect setting for seduction. They sat close together,
the heat of her body rolling off her in waves. He reached across, placing his
hand on her knee. When she didn’t move his hand away, he moved under her skirt.
She looked flushed as she stared back at him. No protest came out from between
her lips
.

“You’d
better tell me to stop, Erica. I want you,” he said.

“I want
you, too.” She leaned over and kissed him. The press of her lips was inexperienced.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. Chris took
control and showed her what he wanted from the loving of her lips. She gave her
everything to him, responding to his touch.

He ran his
hand up her leg until he pressed against her panty-covered mound.

“Let us
take this into the bedroom,” Chris said. He walked through to the bedroom,
ridding himself of his jacket and tie.

Erica
followed behind him. She stayed in the centre of the room without looking at
the bed. Chris pulled her into his arms, unbuttoning her blouse as he kissed
her lips. She was so submissive and responsive. The two contrasting acts
excited him. Her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her bra, skirt, and
panties. She stood before him naked. He gazed at her full body and marvelled at
what he could do to her.

She
wouldn’t break. He grabbed her ass and thrust his pelvis against her.

The moment
he rid himself of his own clothes, he carried her to the bed. He held her hands
above her head, pressing kisses along her neck. Chris let go as he moved down
her body to her glorious, full tits. They were pert with lovely red-tipped
nipples. He sucked on one before moving onto the next. She cried out, her
fingers tightening in his hair before he went farther down. Her tummy quivered
under his touch. Spreading her legs open, he licked her slit. He circled her
clit then down to the entrance of her pussy before licking back up and circling
her juicy, swollen clit. She tasted tangy and sweet all at the same time.

Her cries
of pleasure filled his head as he sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing her.
She thrust up to meet him with every touch. There was nothing fake about her
response to him.
 
Her climax rushed
through her. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, moving back up to kiss
her lips. Everything about her was addictive to him. Her body was his to play
with. The possessive feeling that overcame him shocked him to the core. No
woman had ever left him feeling as if she was all his. He never thought of
women as property, but Erica felt like his woman for the taking. Erica was
becoming his woman with every passing minute.

Chris
couldn’t wait any longer. He fisted his cock, sliding the tip along her
juice-soaked slit before pushing inside her in one smooth, hard thrust. She screamed,
her nails clawing at his back.

“Stop.
It hurts,” she said. He paused, feeling the tightness of her cunt
around his cock. He frowned seeing the tears in her eyes.

“You’ve
done this before with a man, haven’t you?” he asked. The anger inside him threatened
to tear him apart. Anger mixed with shock and another emotion he wasn’t used
to, fear. The pain on her face scared him. She made him feel so much at once.
No woman had made him feel so conflicted before in his life. “Answer me.”

“Why are
you angry with me?” The tears fell from her eyes.

Grabbing
hold of his feelings, he dropped his head into the curve of her neck trying to
gain control.

“Am I your first?”

She didn’t speak but nodded her head.

“Why me?” he asked.

“Why not you?”

His heart swelled at her words. A woman’s
virginity was precious and not to be thrown away to someone who wouldn’t
cherish the moment.

He took her and made the moment memorable. Her
body became attuned to his, from the pulse of her pussy around his cock to the
heat of her release as it surrounded him.

****
  

Chris came
out of his flashback. He didn’t want to go deeper into the pain of the past.
That night meant more to him than anything else. She still smelt the same, of
sunshine and honey. At least, sunshine and honey were the scents he associated
with her.

After that
day, the weekend that followed had been the most memorable of all of his years.
He refused to spoil this night with her by the sins he’d committed in the past.
What he’d done and said back then had been foolish, stupid, and he’d paid every
day since.

He slowed
the car down for a sharp corner. The restaurant was a gorgeous little place
situated in a secluded street. He parked the car before getting ‘round to her
side of the car. Opening the door for her, Chris helped her out. Her hand
inside his sent a bolt of electricity through his body.

She went
to pull her hand away, but he stopped her, keeping a firm hold on her.

Chris
opened the door. The maitre d’ stood waiting at the front and showed them to their
seat in the back. Chris helped her into her chair, accepting the menu from the
waiter.

He noticed
his hands were shaking. Holding the menu firmly disguised any visible shaking.
Being around the love of his life made him nervous.
He
always made a nasty comment or did something to make her upset.

“Do you
have anything in mind that you want for dinner or to drink?” He added the last
when he realised he was holding the wine menu.

“A
milkshake and a burger,” she said with sarcasm. Her arms were folded over her
chest. The defensive way she was staring at him let Chris know she was
expecting an argument from him. Licking his lips behind the menu, he gained
control of himself before putting it down.

“You don’t
need to be difficult.”

“I’m not
being difficult. I’m waiting for the Christopher Sinclair who I know to come
shining through. I know you’ve fooled everyone else, but not me. I know
firsthand what you’re like.”

Chris knew
he would have to show Erica he was a changed man. The man she knew had learnt
his lesson and paid for it dearly. He wasn’t giving her up, and he wouldn’t let
go of her again.

Erica
Black was going to be his.

Chapter Three

Erica
stared at the man she’d been in love with for the past four years.
The man who’d taken her virginity with such love and tenderness.
The same man who’d squashed her young heart and shattered her to pieces.

“And you
don’t think I’ve changed?” he asked.

In her
heart she hoped he’d changed. The desire inside her to be with him was strong.
She wanted to see the man he’d been on the weekend she had spent with him.
Chris was different. She knew he was older. The small grey hairs at his temples
were proof of the years he had passed. His dark hair still made him look
incredibly handsome. His piercing brown eyes held an air of mystery around him.
Erica always saw more to him than others, even when he had crushed her heart.
She was twenty-four years old with one sexual experience under her belt. Her
whole love life had lived and died with the man right in front of her.

“I think
people can change if they want to.”

“You just
don’t think I can change?” He looked sad, and her heart went out to him.

“I don’t know. I’d like to think you can, but
you hurt me, Chris. You hurt me more than anyone else.”

He reached over the table, taking hold of her
hand. She gazed at his much larger hand against her smaller one. He squeezed
her hand before pulling away. She missed his touch instantly.

“I’m going to prove to you that I’ve changed. I
know I hurt you, and I can’t change that, but I’ll show you the man I am now.
All I ask is that you give me time.”

She knew she was being a fool for even
considering his words. He’d hurt her once, and that had been enough to steer
her clear from men for three years.

Erica nodded her head, staring down at her
hands in front of her. He signalled the waiter and ordered her a chocolate
milkshake and himself a cold beer.

He smiled at her when the waiter left with
their drink orders. “Did you really think I’d bring you to a place you couldn’t
stand? I know you hated the posh, upscale restaurants we used to go to for work
meetings.”

“I thought you’d forgotten.”

The man was back once again, handing her a
frosted glass with a straw.

“Try it. I guarantee you it will taste lovely,”
Chris said. She sucked up the frothy liquid and gave a moan of appreciation.
The velvety chocolate taste hit her tongue and made her want more. The
milkshake was cold but not bitterly so.

“It is gorgeous,” she said.

“I knew you’d love the milkshakes here. If you
remember the hotel never could get them right.”

The memory of their stay at the hotel where
she’d given herself to him made her blush. She had loved and hated her time in
their room. They’d sent down a request for several milkshakes, and when they
came to the room, she and Chris had proceeded to get messy and lick the drink
from their bodies.

She smiled and drank some more.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked, picking up
another menu.
“A burger?”

“I don’t suppose fried chicken and salad are on
the menu?”

“They are.” He signalled the waiter. “We’ll
have five fried chicken breasts with salad and dressing. I’ll have steak with
chips and all the side orders.”

Erica waited until he disappeared before
talking.
“Five pieces of fried chicken?
That guy is
going to think I’m a cow.”

“No, he won’t. I ordered some for myself, and
if anything you’ve lost some weight rather than put any on.”

She blushed and took some more of her
milkshake.

“So, Ben is not your boyfriend?” he asked.

“He wanted to be. I think for a little while we
were dating, but it didn’t work out.” She twirled her fingers together. “He
asked me to marry him.”

The glass of beer Chris was holding shattered.
Erica jumped, and the waiters surrounded him with clothes.

“I’m all right.” She saw the blood drip from a
few cuts.

“Do we need to take you to the hospital?” she
asked.

“Hand me that bloody towel.” Chris moved away
from the table while the waiters cleaned away all the mess. In no time at all
they were seated again, and a first aider was checking his hand. “I’m fine.”

“Sir, we would prefer for you to go to the
hospital.” Chris shot the man a glare, and soon they were left alone. The towel
was wrapped around his hand.

“Chris, if you need to go to the hospital then
we need to go,” she said.

“I haven’t waited the last three years to get
you alone on a date for it to go to waste in a hospital.” He sounded angry.

She raised her hands in surrender. “Three years
to get me on a date and if you get gangrene and die on me, three years would
seem like a waste of time.”

He stared at her for a few seconds before
letting out a sigh. “I’m not ending our night like this.”

“Who says it has to end? We’ll get the food to
go and then on to the hospital to make sure. Depending on what they say we can
eat anywhere.”
 
Why couldn’t she keep her
mouth shut? Chris must be some kind of magician with the power he held over
her.

“You promise to stay with me at the hospital?
Not leave me hanging around?” he asked.

“I promise. You’re paying for dinner, so the
least I can do is stick around.” She smiled at him, feeling a happiness
building inside her that she hadn’t felt in a long time.