Falling into Black (12 page)

“Aren’t you beautiful?”
he asked and ran his fingers over the collar around my neck.

It sparkled with pink
and yellow diamonds, tastefully delicate. I gaped at him in the mirror, then
back at the collar.

“I didn’t need this,
Dorian!”

His fingers danced up my
stomach and cupped my breasts. “No, but I wanted to give it to you. Our wedding
vows were only the first part. This is you agreeing to be mine in private. To
wear this collar for me and me alone. What do you say, Alicia Black?”

My stomach clenched when
he used my new name.
Alicia Black
. I hadn’t taken the time to let the
truth of my situation sink in – not until now.

“What does it entail?
I’m already your wife. Is there more?”

Fingertips flitted over
my sensitive nipples, exciting my flesh with each gentle caress. “Yes. You’ll
be my wife, but you also agree to my control. My desires. Submit to me
completely, Alicia. I’ll always take care of you. Keep you safe and love you
completely.”

I moaned, my mind
clouding with the moment. “I want to but--”

“But what?” he asked and
tightened his arms around me.

“If I agree to your
control, do you agree to never toss me away? Never leave me for another woman?
It’s not fair if this is all one sided.”

He clamped onto my
breasts, tenderly squeezing my nips until I gasped in delightful shock. “Yes.
I’ll never leave you or toss you aside. And I will never, ever cheat on you. I
promise. You’re the only woman for me.”

His green eyes shimmered
in the reflection, his face solemn and perfect.

“Then I agree to your
terms, Mr. Black.”

As soon as I uttered the
words, he spun me around and kissed me. His lips smashed against mine, his
hands gripping my back as the thick length of his cock pressed into my belly.
Instead of the bed, he pressed my body flush with the window, and his strong
hands gripped my thighs and hiked me up.

“They’ll see!” I cried
as his lips burned their way down my delicate neck.

“They’ll see what
they’re missing. Can’t I show off my new wife?” he groaned and slipped the
turgid head of his member along my eager clit.

I shuddered at the
pleasure exploding in my sex. The idea overwhelmed me. He
wanted to show me
off. He wanted people to see how much he loved me. God I hoped the damn window
didn’t break!

His mouth clamped over
my breast as he guided his slick cock inside. The cool shock of the windowpane
against my back eased my feverish flesh.

I wound my fingers in
his hair, moaning at each perfectly aimed thrust. Every touch titillated my
flesh. His lips, chest and hands, rubbing and holding me with brute strength.
The forceful urgency of his hips slamming into mine.

The raw animal passion
of the moment filled the air. The scent of our sweat tickled my nose. My body
tingled with lusty need, and I relished in the idea that I belonged to Dorian
Black – body and soul. He consumed me with his heat, his overwhelming
desire, and I succumbed to it willingly. Gladly, even.

His tumescent shaft
glided over my clit with every entrance, pushing me closer and closer toward
the height of satisfaction. Dorian’s lips met mine as my pussy’s walls
tightened around his member. Moaning into his mouth, my body writhed with
fervor as he spilled his seed inside me.

“Oh Alicia,” he groaned
as the heat of his come dripped down my thighs.

I smiled at him, and we
kissed again. Our tongues mingling together while he slowly lowered my feet to
the floor.

Pressing his forehead
against mine, he smiled and led me back to the bed.

As we collapsed,
fighting to catch our breath, I rolled to my side and looked at him.
I was
Dorian Black’s wife. This would take getting used to.

Then a thought occurred
to me – a question I hadn’t thought to ask.

“Am I still your
assistant?”

Dorian blinked his eyes
and took my ringed hand in his. “No, you’re my partner.”

My heart stopped in my
chest, the heat rising to my cheeks. “You know what I meant.”

He smiled seductively.
“I don’t know. Are you sure you don’t want a promotion?”

“Like what?”

“CFO?”

I shook my head and
kissed his bicep. “Yeah, right. I’d rather work my way up like you did.”

“Oh, you don’t want a
promotion for sleeping with your boss?” he teased and palmed my thigh.

Curling up next to him,
I took in the rich scent of his skin. The contours of his chest. The gentle
curve of his nose. Dorian Black was my husband and I was his wife. Together, we
were partners. I smiled, my heart singing its joy while my body hummed its
satisfaction.

“No. But I would like to
stay your assistant, if you’ll have me,” I said and fingered the collar on my
neck.

“Forever,” he said and
kissed my forehead tenderly. “I’ll have you until the end of time, Alicia.”

This time, I believed
him.

About the author

Carrie Kelly lives
in Washington and writes sexy erotic romance with lively heroines and smoking
hot heroes. She started writing romance when she lost her main source of income
as a freelance writer – and it was the best decision she’s ever made!
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