Flirting With Desire (Contemporary Romance) Complete Collection (13 page)

That was when she heard Damian talking on the phone, and she stopped short when she overheard him mention Chet’s name. At first she thought he was on the phone with her ex, but then after a few sentences, she realized he was asking for more info.
Info about what?

“What else have you been able to find out?” Damian asked into the phone as Hanna pushed open the study door to find him with his back to the door, hands on his hips, facing the window. It took a few moments before he noticed her presence and he looked back with a surprised frown.

“Look, I’ll call you later,” he said briefly, before replacing the receiver and turning to Hanna who stalked up to where he stood.

“What was that about?” she asked, looking up at him with glaring eyes.

Damian sighed exasperatedly. “What is it you think you heard, Hanna?”

“I don’t know.
Something about Chet. Like maybe you’re having him watched. What’s going on, Damian? How long have you been…spying on him?”

This time Damian huffed and went behind his desk to ruffle through some files, unperturbed by her anger. He was dressed in jeans and an open-necked white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He seemed laid back but Hanna guessed he wasn’t as casual as he appeared.

“I wouldn’t call it spying,” he said, finally glancing up at her. “Just keeping tabs on him. Making sure he’s not going to be a
problem
.”

“What?” Hanna said incredulously. “Damian, I dated him for four years. He’s the last person that could be a threat or a ‘problem’. But something tells me you know that. No, this is more about you being the control freak again. It wasn’t enough that you were the main cause I broke up with him, oh no. You won’t be satisfied till you cut me off from anyone who could care about me.”

“You think he cares about you? Well then he has a funny way of showing it,” Damian said calmly.

“Maybe that’s not for you to decide,” Hanna said, trying to fold her arms angrily – a difficult task since she still had one of them in a cast.

Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Hanna, Chet was a cheat and a user. I’ve known about his wandering ways for months. He never deserved you and it had nothing to do with me getting in the picture. He’s no good for you and I thought you understood I didn’t want you to have anything to do with him.”

“Whatever happened between my ex and me, we still intend to stay friends. I’m as much to blame for the relationship going wrong as he was, and as much as I like to put the blame on you I realize I could have handled things better. If I hadn’t let you push me around…if I actually stood up for myself more, Chet would have never felt like he was second best. I was so focused on my career and pleasing you I forgot all that really mattered.” The last words she said while jabbing at his chest accusingly.

With that, she spun sharply on her heel and was out of the room before he could stop her. By the time he joined her up in her bedroom, she was filling up suitcases.

“What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

“What I should have done long ago,” she said, holding his tone steady to keep from bursting into tears. She’d never realized she had so much angst left over from the break-up and Damian’s hand in it. The fact that he just might have found out things about Chet she didn’t even know about left her feeling even more vulnerable and stupid. Was there no end to his dictatorship attitude?

He stood at the door, hands on his hips. “Don’t go.”

Hanna glanced up, her injured arm hugged to her chest while her free hand stilled from its task of flinging items indiscriminately into her cases.

She shook her head at him, steeling her heart against his open expression. “This isn’t working. I’m not so spineless that I need a man with a compulsive wish to dominate every aspect of my life. Without my permission, you virtually browbeat my family to leave so you can have me to yourself. You never thought to consider that I just might want them around at this time. Oh no, it always has to be about you. My relationship with Chet had to be about
you
and your opinion that he wasn’t good enough. I couldn’t speak out when you pushed me around in your capacity as my boss, but this is way different. I don’t remember giving you the authority to take over my life, Damian. You’re not my boyfriend.”

Impatiently, she dumped the clothes in her hand. “You know what, I’ll just send for my stuff later. They should never have been taken from my place. This little fiasco is over.”

“Nothing’s over till I say it is,” Damian said, his voice dangerously low as he shut the door behind him and walked up to where Hanna stood fuming. “And I say this isn’t over.”

Hanna’s eyes rolled to the ceiling and back. “And you think talking like that will actually make me to stay?”

“Maybe I don’t need to be talking at all,” he said. His hand lifted and traced down the length of her exposed arm.

“I’m going to undress you,” he said, simply. He already had his fingers working on the buttons of her jeans skirt she’d only minutes ago managed to struggle into.

Hanna swallowed, nodding as if hypnotized. Damian never broke eye contact, even as he carefully pushed the opened skirt down to her feet before rising and pulling her shirt over her head. Hanna figured she should make some word of protest but not when Damian was touching her like he thought she’d break.

The act of helping her out of her bra was the most erotic gesture she’d ever experienced, the way Damian did it. He wrapped his arms around her, his face tucked against her neck as he unhooked the clasps and then drew the straps down her arms so slowly her nipples began to grow taut by the time he’d flung the flimsy contraption away.

Leisurely his hands moved up from her waist and up over her heaving breasts. He smoothed his hand along her skin and his warm touch set her alight. His head lowered and he rained soft kisses along her bared flesh: collarbone, throat and down in between the mounds of her chest. He cupped both breasts in his hands and when his lips touched her body this time, it was to take each of her tight nipples into his heated mouth.

Hanna jumped visibly, lifting a hand to his broad shoulder for support.
Oh God oh God oh…
There had to be something wrong with the way she was wired. She knew he was no good for her, and yet his lips on her body felt like magic, turning her on faster than anything. As he suckled her breasts one after the other, she felt her knees tremble. Before she could tumble backwards, he put his arms around her and slowly lowered her to the bed.

He didn’t stop lapping and sucking on her nubs till they were sore with pleasure. Hanna hadn’t let off moaning the whole time. His hand rested on her belly for a moment, before he slipped his fingers in between her legs, dipping one into her sopping vagina. He drew that thick finger in and out of her, rolling and twirling it inside her moist tightness. She closed her eyes in agonic pleasure.

“Open your eyes, Hanna. Look at me,” Damian commanded, releasing his finger from her, just as if he could tell she was trying to lock herself out of what was taking place.

She took a shuddering breath before lifting her eyelid sand meeting his searching gaze. She felt that gaze travel up and down her body, naked except from her panties,
and she shivered slightly – not from cold, but exposure. She felt so
defenseless
…and yet she could never be afraid of Damian. He could hurt her and he did, but not in ways that held her in any bodily danger.

He hurt her when he thought he only needed to satisfy her body without needing to claim her heart. He hurt her each time his cold-blooded determination to control every facet of her life left her feeling empty, like something was missing. Now she knew exactly what that was.

She didn’t seem to be meeting his gaze as directly as he would want, so he tilted her face up to his, right before he kissed her. His tongue pushed steadily into her waiting mouth and as always, Hanna felt powerless to keep from opening to him. She couldn’t fight this, not now. Not when he kissed her so deeply, breathing in her breath, stealing it from her. Hanna’s lust built and built till it was restless to be unleashed.

Damian began rubbing her clitoris, this time with the aim to get her just on the verge of orgasm. His rubbing, stroking and pinching soon had her writhing as she gave in to the rising heat of desire. Her thighs fell open, and he took advantage of her spread legs to pull and stretch at her swollen labia. He manipulated the slick flesh till she was pushed to the edge of release over and over.

Hanna was moaning and half-sobbing by the time she felt him pull away completely. Her half-lidded eyes watched him undress and at this point his movements were no longer fluid, but raging and fast, like his clothes were burning his skin. Finally he had them all off and Hanna felt transfixed by his muscle-bound form, his cock. The head was flaming, and thickly mushroomed. It jerked and jumped like it had a life of its own, the balls heavy and visibly filled with cum. Hanna gasped, beyond aroused by the sight of him so powerfully aroused for her.

He quickly returned to the bed, and she couldn’t stop whimpering as she watched him stroke his dick slowly. His big, fine hand on his angrily veined cock turned her on impossibly further. The circuits in her brain felt ready to shut down from the way her need for him took over her senses, even her soul.

“Grab your knees, kitten, and pull them high up. I need you to present your sexy pussy to me,” Damian said plainly. He stroked his cock in that mesmerizing way and Hanna couldn’t think of doing anything but obeying. Her hands cupped the back of her knees and she lifted and spread for him, stopping just short of the angle where it would have hurt her bruised side. Even at that, she felt more than open, her labia separating as she looked down and saw how her clit throbbed in view. The sight seemed so wanton and carnal to her that she could only imagine how it would seem to Damian. One glance at his face and she almost didn’t recognize him, his features drawn taut beneath his flushed skin.

“Good girl,” he said. Even his voice sounded different.
Rough and thick.

Still holding on to his cock, he began to rub the crown up and down her exposed slit. Hanna let out an open-mouthed gasp, watching as he dipped the head of his dick in her juices, running himself up and over, back and forth along her clit. Unconscious to anything but the pleasure of it all, Hanna pulled her legs wider, higher. Her eyes felt glazed with bliss and she could feel herself throbbing, her bucking hips straining for him.

“You make me mad for you,” he told her, feelingly. And that was all he had to say to start off a chain-reaction that would lead to the most exquisite series of orgasms she’d had in one sitting.

Breath hitching, Hanna watched through a hazy vision as Damian placed a thumb on her clitoris, then position his cock right at the entrance of her pussy. She could see the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead and only then did she realize the effort he maintained to keep from violating her savagely. Slowly, he eased the tip into her vagina, and it felt like being taken for the first time. She stared in a daze as the head pushed her lips apart, then in, before drawing them out as he buried himself inside her furnace-like walls. Hanna’s eyes rolled to the back of her head and she lost all sense of sight as Damian began to work her clit with his thumb. At the same time, he steadily pushed and pushed inside her until she was moaning wildly.

A second later she went still, and then began a rhythmic yet uncontrollable writhing. She heard Damian’s shout of conquest as he slammed his entire shaft right to the neck of her snug tunnel.

She felt like her insides turned to cotton candy when Damian sheathed his wholeness deep within her heat. It was like being ripped apart and she couldn’t stop
the convulsive jerk of her body or the way her vaginal muscles seemed to spasm as they sucked, gripped and contracted on his huge dick.

Hanna gripped his bulging arms for leverage as he rocked within her. She felt massively raw and unshielded from his erotic assault, but then the beginnings of an even more terrifying and deep-set sensation began to emerge…

Her nails raking up and down the flesh of his back, Hanna linked her ankles at the base of his spine, her heels digging in, urging him deeper. Damian grunted, driving himself to the hilt inside her slick passage. Hanna’s tightness grew vise-like and she never wanted to let go. Damian held himself within her, just there, like he was savoring her heat as it engulfed him. Then he began small yet grinding rotations of his hips, making her feel him in every crevice.

“
Damian.”
She could hear herself chant his name over and over, knowing the word so well. Begging him not to stop, to keep fucking her. Her muscles already began milking him, her whole body coiling and then tensing as she anchored on to her oncoming orgasm.

With her nails now buried into his flesh, and her legs wrapped around him, Damian arched above her and began a piston-like motion that had an edge of madness in it, like he was already past reason. He pounded and pounded his thick cock inside her wet, clutching pussy and it was hard and fast. Cupping his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her to meet his ravaging thrusts.

Hanna felt so stuffed, she was powerless to do more than flop about like a rag doll impaled by his stake-like shaft. She could sense the tide of release rising higher and higher. It rushed for her fast as lightning and the next thing she knew she was crying out in pure ecstasy, erupting in silvery lights of bliss.