The Taking of Clara 2: Taken by the Boss (2 page)

Matthew
stared at the deck of cards with new urgency. This wasn’t about money anymore.
Clara’s life hung in the balance. Staring around the table at the bastards
leering at the photograph, Matthew had far more to fight for than a couple of
hundred grand. The money on the table didn’t dent his fortune. Licking his lips
he tapped the table.

“I’m
in.”

How
could he walk away? If he walked away Clara would be at the mercy of one of
these men. The very thought made him sick to his stomach. Even as he stared
around at the men waiting to see who would play and who’d walk away, Matthew
felt disgusted with himself.

All
of his years, he’d never known such hatred for another person than he did for
himself. He should have taken Clara the moment the chance arose. Now, he was
fighting for her like a dying man.

None
of the men left the table. Clara became a worthwhile prize to keep on going.
Her green eyes stared up at him. The pleading look he saw in them startled him.
Did she always look like that?

Saving
her wouldn’t solve his need. After tonight he’d make sure Edward never got a
chance to hurt her again.

For
the first time since he’d made his fortune, Matthew counted the cards. He liked
to gamble for fun. Counting cards took all of the fun out of playing. He needed
to concentrate if he held any chance of winning.

Three
men growled and threw the cards on the table in annoyance. They all stayed to
see who’d claim the main prize.

After
twenty minutes of staring and contemplating, three men remained. Matthew,
Edward and the casino owner stared at each other. The look of pure lust on the
casino owner’s face startled him. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Clara
made you feel special in the world. Her innocence called to his protective
side.

Her
father looked desperate.

Then
the casino owner folded.

Matthew
stared at the man opposite him.

“Do
you love your daughter, Baines?” he asked.

Edward
licked his lips as he put down his hands.

Victory.

Matthew
shook his head and Baines moved to grab the winnings.

“I
wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Matthew put down his hand on top of Baines. “I
win, and now I want a word with you.”

Chapter One

Clara
stared at him across the desk. He sat in the big leather chair, gazing down at
the contract binding her to him. He looked every part the powerful man. His
questions caught her off guard. Why should she know something about him?

What
could she know about the contract or about his actions?

Tears
filled her eyes as she thought about everything happening around her.

“I
don’t understand what is going on? I’ve never done anything like this.” She
turned away to glance around his room.

Books
filled every available shelf.

“This
contract doesn’t change anything,” he said.

Turning
back Clara glared at him. “How doesn’t it change anything? I’m not here of my
own free will. I’m here because you paid for that right.”

“I
saved you in a fucking card game, Clara. Do you really think your father cared
about you?” he asked.

“He’s
my father. Of course he cared.”

Matthew
opened a drawer then slammed down a photograph of her. “That’s what he gave us
all. His stake became you for the night. He told all of us you’d do anything
for him. Would you have slept with any man who won?”

She
picked up the image, shocked by what Matthew said.

Had
her father really used her in such a callous, manipulative way?

“Why
did you do it?” she asked. “There were other men who could have won. Why did
you pick me? You can have any woman you want. What’s so special about me?”

Pressing
a finger to her chest she glared at him, hating the sight of him for what he’d
done to her.

What had he really done? He’d saved you from
another man.

He
stood, moved around to her side and captured her face against his palm. Matthew
rested his head against hers. His sigh brushed along her face like a loving
caress. The tears she’d kept at bay for so long spilled over. The emotions of
the past few weeks were too much for her to bear.

She
needed to regain control of her senses.

“Don’t
fight me.”

“Tell
me why?” she asked. The sob escaped from her lips before she contained it.

His
other hand cupped her face, trapping her against him.

“My sweet, Clara.
You really have no idea how amazing you
are. You’re a rare find in this hard world.”

She
closed her eyes and listened to him speak.

“Everything
I did, I did because I needed to. You’re a submissive woman, Clara. You’d never
survive in this cutthroat world without a protector.”

She
wanted to hear words of love and friendship. His words only helped to confuse
her.

“You
don’t love me?” she asked. Clara waited for his answer. The desperation inside
her to be loved startled her.

She’d
never known how much she craved such emotion.

“I
do, Clara.” Matthew grabbed her hand, placing her palm over his heart. “I love
you with my whole heart and with every part of my being. I know you feel the
same. You love me even though right at this moment a part of you hates me for
what I’ve done. I can accept that. I will do everything in my power to keep you
safe.”

Taking
a deep breath she opened her eyes to look at him. His intense brown gaze stared
back at her. From his gaze alone she felt her body weaken under his sexuality.

Moving
her hand up from his heart she cupped his cheek.

For
the first time in her life Clara didn’t want an explanation anymore. Her body
awakened with a new hunger. A hunger that would remove all hurt from her.
Pulling on the back of his neck she pressed her lips to his.

“Kiss
me, Matthew. Make it all go away.” She licked along his bottom lip. His gasp
filled the room. He’d bought her. She was his property no better than an animal
picked at the pound. Her father had put her on the table as if she was a slab
of meat for sale.
A hardness
consumed her as the
thoughts ran riot around her mind.

She
wanted to hurt the man who’d helped create her. Most of her adult life she’d
spent helping him. Her hard earned money paid to get him out of debt and now
her body was the price she needed to pay to keep him out of debt.

“I
love you, Clara.”

“Shut
up.” Never in her life had she spoken to a man in such a way. Her heart sped up
at the flash of anger in his eyes. She wanted to push him. Clara wanted to see
where the passion would lead. What would Matthew do if she sent him over the
edge of his careful control?

Unbuttoning
his shirt Clara removed the pristine white fabric from his body revealing his
tanned flesh.

“What
are you doing?” he asked.

The
answer, she didn’t know.

In
the matter of the contract, her father and now Matthew, she needed the sweet
oblivion of release.

Her
world kept spinning around her. Wherever she went men were there to fill the
void trying to change her.

“Fuck
me,” she said.

“What?”

The
self-assured man no longer stood in his place. She laughed at how confused he
looked staring down at her.

Clara
removed the dress she wore, staring at him openly. The desire to cover her body
still remained. Her hands itched to cover her breasts and pussy from his view.
Instead, she tugged at his belt trying to free his thick erection from the
confines of his pants.

He
pushed her hands aside then removed his pants.

In
the next instant, Matthew took over. He picked her up and laid her on his desk.
The fire in her veins threatened to take over. She needed him to take control
of her. Clara wanted him to hold her in place as he took his pleasure.

“This
is not what you want,” he said. “I know what you need.”

“Then
give it to me.”

He
stared at her without moving. “Say please.”

“Please,”
she said without hesitation.

Matthew
grabbed his cock, ran the tip against her slit before thrusting home inside
her. She felt him stroke her walls. Her pussy contracted around his hard shaft.
Each time he thrust inside her Clara was shocked by how hard and thick he felt.

She’d
never known a man like him.

“Do
you feel me?” He grabbed her hands pinning them by her sides. His grip hurt but
she refused to tell him to stop. She needed this. The bite of pain with the
pleasure he’d give her.

“More.
I want more.”

“You’re
being a little too greedy today, Sub. I’ll take you when I’m god damn ready.”

He
let go of her hands to touch her breasts. “Such pretty tits and they’re all
mine. You can be pissed at me about the contract, babe. I don’t give a fuck.”
He pulled out of her pussy only to thrust to the hilt inside her. She loved
him. Clara knew she did with all of her heart. There was nothing she could do
to stop the way she felt.

She
was in love with a man who’d won her at a card game. What did that say about
her?

*
* * *

Matthew
stared down at the woman he loved. He saw the pain in her eyes along with the
need to obliterate all feeling from her body. In the short time they’d been
together he knew her so thoroughly.

The
contract on the desk made him think of a lead weight wrapped around his neck.
Growling in anger, he gripped her waist then slammed deeper inside her. Her cries
echoed around his office.

He
saw the flash of pain in her eyes only to be replaced by pleasure seconds
later. She was totally submissive and yet she ignored the needs inside her
constantly.

“Would
you have come for me if my father hadn’t been about to lose?” she asked.

The
fact she could still think with his cock inside her annoyed the hell out of
Matthew. He didn’t want her to think.

Pressing
a thumb to her swollen clit, he stroked her slowly drawing out her pleasure.
“Stop fucking talking.”

He
gazed down to watch his cock disappear inside her tight cunt. His length
glistened with her juices. He hadn’t used a rubber. Not caring Matthew returned
his gaze to hers. The color of her eyes startled him. The green looked darker
with her arousal. The striking color contrasted with her raven hair that spread
out on the counter of his desk.

Everything
about her called to him, her sweet scent along with her submissive nature. Not
one part of her repulsed him. The only thing about her that he hated was her
father. Clara didn’t pick her father. She’d been saddled with him. Without that
man Matthew wouldn’t have Clara in his life.

Moving
his hands to her waist, Matthew picked her up in his arms. He walked to the
nearest sofa. Sitting down he held her in his arms. Her head rested in the
crook of his neck.

Her
legs wrapped around his back. Sinking his fingers into the length of her hair,
he pulled on the strands to gain her attention.

“I
may have won you in a card game, Clara, but from the moment I first saw you,
you were my woman. There is no denying it. Who do you think made sure you
worked on my floor?”

He
saw his words penetrated her lust-filled mind. The same penetration as he
fucked her tight pussy.

“I
thought I’d been moved because of company policy or because you were short a
typist.”

Matthew
chuckled. Her innocence was magical to witness.

“Baby,
you were on that floor because I demanded your presence there. I wanted to see
you every day.” He pulled her down to inhale her fragrance. Closing his eyes,
he allowed the arousal to build inside him. His cock thickened. Her eyes
widened as the angle took him deeper inside her.

He
felt the tip of his cock hitting her cervix. Being so deep would create the
slight bite of pain that Clara needed to get off. He looked forward to
exploring what other pains she needed to make her come.

“I’ve
been planning on taking you for some time.”

“How
did you know who my father was?” she asked.

Rubbing
his thumb over her clit, he watched her come apart under his touch. Clara exploded
with a few strokes of this touch. He cursed at how tight her pussy got with
each pulse of her orgasm.

He’d
never grow bored of her tight heat.

“What
about you?” she asked, coming down from her release.

“What
about me?” He stared at her, happy to have her seated on his cock for the
remainder of the day.

“You
haven’t come.”

“I
don’t need to. I love feeling you first. I want to talk.”

She
made to get off his lap. Matthew grabbed her hips, holding her in place on his
cock. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You
want to talk. How can you talk with me on your…erm…
”
She didn’t finish her words.

“Cock,
Clara. Say the words.”

Underneath
her red flush of orgasm, he detected the heat of a blush. Matthew chuckled,
charmed by her easy blushes. “I want to hear you say the words. Say them for
me, baby.”

Biting
her lip she stared past his shoulder. “How can we talk with me on your cock?”
The words came out in a whisper.

“Good.
Now say them louder and look at me when you speak them.”

Her
gaze flickered over his face. “Why do you tease me?”

“This
is not a tease. I need you to be able to speak to me about all matters. This is
just a small thing.”

“How
can you talk with me on your cock?” Her words were louder this time and her
gaze stayed on him.