Billionaire's Revenge(13)
Removing the rest of her clothing, she pulled on the teddy shocked at how little of her it actually covered, the small string at the back allowing her perfect bottom to be seen. She then rolled on the stockings which matched the lingerie before slipping her feet into the black stiletto shoes. Peering at herself from all angles she gulped at the sexy image she portrayed, something deep within her jumping at the thought of Darius seeing her like this, her mind once more going back to the way they kissed earlier. Her failed marriage left Sara wondering what her friends talked about when they would describe their husbands and lovers, her ex Nigel having left her cold and unfulfilled in bed. However, after only seconds in Darius’ arms she understood, her body almost fizzling every time he would touch her, her resolve to hold back from him earlier that afternoon melting like snow in the desert.
Finally ready, she wondered if he had chosen the outfit himself, the thought sending a strange tremor through her as taking another deep settling breath she moved from the room reaching his and gently knocking on the door.
Chapter Three
“Come” His voice once more saw her start to shake as she opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit room, leaning against the door for support as her eyes landed on him. Darius moved towards her - Sara’s eyes opening wide seeing as he wore only silken pyjama bottoms, his chest bare. Her eyes drank in the well-toned shoulders leading down to slim hips, his stomach sculpted, feeling the flush and the way her pulse started to race so alarmingly.
Stepping into the middle of the room, he beckoned for her to move closer, Sara wondering how her legs were able to carry her forward, they shook so much. Stopping several feet from him she dropped her eyes to the ground unaware as her arms moved protectively around her body to hide the skimpy outfit she wore. The small chuckle from him snapped her head up to his, her look full of the nervousness and indecision she felt.
“Playing the little frightened girl Sara?” his tone full of amusement, she feeling the anger which rose within her at his words. Taking a deep breath she forced her hands to drop to her side, her body straightening and head rising to look back at him, her chin rising in defiance, forcing her features to show nothing. He stepped closer, no longer laughing. “Now there is the Sara Balfour I remember. The cold little temptress who couldn’t give a damn about anybody but herself...her daddy’s little girl”
Once more she felt the jolt of hurt at his words, but kept her features impassive, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset, her mouth clenched tightly shut, her mind struggling to accept what was going on. For the first time she realised that deep down she felt that he would not really force her into his bed - that he was only trying to humiliate her. The man she knew six years ago was fair and held in high esteem by the other contractors and employees. Did he not realise he had humiliated her enough?
Darius stepped forward, his eyes travelling down her with approval. Reaching out, he touched the small strap on her shoulder, his eyes full of fire. “I knew how you would look in that the moment I chose it...and you do not disappoint” His tone had been heavy, husky, Sara surprised that he had indeed chosen the lingerie himself. With shock she suddenly realised that he intended to see it through...he really did intend to force her into his bed, this bringing a desperation into her eyes as he stepped even closer, his hands gripping her shoulders and pulling her to him. “I always had a soft spot for you Sara”, his breath and words fanning along her cheek sending tremors throughout her. “But you were always so cold to me, not to anybody else...just me...now why was that? Did you think I preferred your sister... because I really didn’t?”
Sara swallowed, the hairs on her ears tickling as he spoke, sending electric signals running down her spine. “I...I have no idea what you are talking about”, she managed, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible as he chuckled once more. “Oh I am going to enjoy melting that coldness Sara. If nothing else this morning showed how hot you really can be behind that icy veneer of yours” Pulling her head back slightly to look into his dark dangerous eyes, a strange light filling them, one which was causing her belly to flip disconcertingly, she stared back, her eyes pleading. “Please don’t do this Darius. I am not who you think I am...I am begging you...please”
She saw the hardness once more return to his features, his fingers gripping her tighter. “You are exactly who I think you are Sara. Did it give you pleasure to fire me all those years ago, when I told you I was innocent - to accuse me of being a thief? Did it make you feel good? Because now it is my turn and believe me, I am going to enjoy this” With that he hauled her hard up against himself, his mouth taking hers in a punishing kiss, her whimper lost as she tried in vain to push him away, his arms moving around her waist, holding her tightly to him.