Billionaire's Revenge(17)

His voice was full of anger and contempt. “What the hell could be so important that you would let a bastard like that get away with what he did to you?...He really could have killed you Sara” His eyes stared down at her as she shook her head refusing to speak. “Answer”, he bit out as for the first time he saw the shutters fall over her normally so expressive eyes.

“No. That is the one thing that I will not tell you about. My one secret” His eyes trailed over her lovely face, his frown deepening, seeing the determination in her expression before his voice became softer. “Perhaps I could help you?” his words surprising her before she gave a small snort. “Of course...you are all about helping me” Trying to move once more, his arm again tightened around her.

“Where are you going?” he asked, Sara stiffening. “Now that you have finished...I would like to go to my own room”, her eyes flicking to his, seeing as a small smile settled in the corner of his mouth. “Fine. You keep your secret...and no, I have no interest in helping you” Sara was surprised to hear the note of anger in his voice. “But understand this. Firstly THIS is your room... from now on you will share my bed till we split”, his voice becoming more sensual, “and secondly...we had not finished”, his mouth once more dropping to hers as she made to argue.

The moment he kissed her she gave up any pretense of fighting him off, her body jumping in greedy awareness and want for the man who pulled her once more against him. This time their lovemaking was slower, languorous, as he explored every inch of her body with his hands and mouth, Sara unable to believe the myriad of sensations which swept over her. She lost her inhibitions as she copied him, taking pleasure in the way her exploration of his body caused him to groan and whisper such words of encouragement, full of barely-contained need.

When he rolled onto his back, he pulled Sara over him. She sighed, straddling his body as he guided her onto the hardness of him, her gasp turning to a long moan of pleasure as she took him deep within her body. Moving, she steadied herself with fingers which enjoyed the feel of his warm chest, his hands holding her thighs, moving her as she set the pace for their lovemaking.

Sara found controlling the rate and depth a powerful aphrodisiac; watching his face as he tried to push deeper within her, she teased him before sinking over him, hearing the loud hiss of pleasure from him. Soon however, she felt the same waves rise within, not able to believe that she could experience such intensity so soon after the last time, her movements becoming faster as she climaxed, her cries filling the space as her head fell back.

Darius raised himself, one arm wrapping around her waist as he rolled her onto her back, his movement deepening his penetration of her pulsating body, making her whimper, his body stroking harder, keeping her spiralling within the intensity of her orgasm before he too joined her, panting and moaning with the relief of his release. Completely spent, Darius fell heavily over Sara, only this time she allowed herself to wrap her arms around him, holding him close.

After several seconds he lifted his head, a smile on his mouth as he dropped a kiss on her lips before rolling from her, a chuckle leaving him as he looked over at her with eyes still warm from the intensity of their reaction to each other. “Now we are finished”, he grinned, Sara giving a chuckle back. “Wimp”, she managed, collapsing in a heap, already feeling as her eyes felt so heavy as tiredness pervaded every part of her, the last sound before she fell asleep was his deep rumbling laugh.

The next morning, Sara’s eyes blinked open; she lifted her head in confusion, expecting to see the small room her mother allowed her to use while she was looking for her own place. As realisation swamped her, she groaned, her body feeling stiff from the activities of the previous night. Her hand brushed across the bed, quickly realising that she was alone as she sat up pulling the sheet around her.

“Good morning” His voice made her stiffen, pulling the sheet tighter, her eyes opening wider as they fell on the man sitting at the desk. Frowning softly she noticed that he was fully dressed, amazed that she heard nothing as she was normally such a light sleeper. Dressed more casually today in jeans and a shirt, he was reading papers. With his seat facing the bed she knew that he must have been watching her as she slept, this thought making her uncomfortable while strangely aroused.

“What time is it?”, she finally managed, his mouth quirking as he put down the papers, rising and moving back to stand over her, the tingles turning to full out electric jolts running through her now. Darius had enjoyed watching the young woman sleep, her hair falling around her face, her expression almost angelic, this thought surprising him. The night had been more wonderful than he ever expected her reaction to him mind-blowing. He felt his body’s tightening awareness just at the memory. He knew after six years of pent-up hatred for the woman before him his revenge was the reason for the intensity, satisfaction filling him.