“She abandoned you!” Her horrified cry saw him give a smile “It is my experience that women prefer to enjoy themselves than put their children first”, his tone full of a cold anger, a part of Sara softening to him. “Maybe you have just been hanging out with the wrong women”, she murmured softly as he looked over at her. “I very quickly found that I was better off without her. Didn’t have to worry about the never-ending procession of ‘uncles’ she kept bringing home. She cared more about being single than looking after me...and I see it all the time”, his tone again hard. “No... Given a choice a woman will always put her own needs first. Even you Sara, you agreed to my demands because you know that the fallout of your brother-in-law’s actions and your sister in custody would make you and your family social outcasts”, a small sound of disgust leaving him.
Sara bit down the retort that sprang to her lips, instead taking another sip of the delicious wine, finding it hard to swallow the liquid at the unjustness of his words. She kept silent, holding down the truth. There were some things that he definitely did not need to know, because if he did he would use them against her and he already had enough power. For several moments the two sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts before he stood.
“Wow...didn’t realise it was so late” Sara’s eyes flicked to the clock which read eleven, frowning that three hours had passed so quickly. “I have an early morning meeting...so time for bed” As he stood his hand reached for hers. “I...I am not really tired right now”, she muttered nervously, “If you don’t mind I will find a book and read...”
He smiled, a predatory sexy smile, his head shaking. “I don’t remember saying I was tired either. There are other things you can do in bed”, once more finding himself fascinated by the way she flushed, her hand trembling in his. “I...I see”, her only comment as she allowed him to lead her back up to their room. Stood by the side of the bed she had been unsure as he smiled, moving into the bathroom first.
Sara dropped onto the softness, a small groan leaving her. During her mammoth shopping trip, she had not even considered what she would wear at night, the realisation hitting her that she had nothing, her heart pounding furiously within her breast. She slipped into the large walk-in closet, quickly finding a t-shirt of his, her teeth savaging her lip as she returned to the room, just as he emerged from the bathroom, his eyes looking pointedly at the clothing she held tightly in her hands.
“We forgot to buy any nightclothes...and I...I can’t sleep without something...would you mind if I borrowed this?” Darius shrugged softly. “If it makes you more comfortable...I prefer not to wear anything myself” This thought had seen the very blood within her veins bubble furiously as she slid past him into the bathroom herself. “T...thank you”, her voice full of relief.
Minutes later she returned wearing the t-shirt which fell to her knees. Darius sat on the small couch, wearing similar silk bed pants as the previous evening, checking emails on his phone. Raising his head, his look was filled with heat as his eyes slid over her
“Wow...how is it possible for you to look so sexy in everything?” his words full of appreciation as he stood moving towards her.
She gulped, swallowing the nervous lump which rose to her throat. He was stunning. Her eyes again drank in his bronzed broad shoulders, his muscled torso leading down to his slim waist and hips, unable to avert her eyes, mortified to see the knowing smile which rose to his lips. Reaching out, his hand lifted her chin, angling her head to look up at him. She held back the groan seeing how far her eyes had to travel to meet his, his eyes sweeping down over her face lingering on her lips, his expression sensual. To her shame she had been unable to prevent the way her body swayed against him, his mouth smiling approvingly as his arm slid around her waist. His mouth dropped to cover hers, the kiss more of a caress of his lips against her, Sara tasting his hot breath; the desire swamping her to rise up and deepen the kiss.
Sara was filled with self-disgust as her body shuddered, her arms flying around his neck. “I find you disgusting and immoral”, she whispered, Darius’ seductive return half-laugh sending tremors through her. “No more than I do you”, he replied, before his arm hauled her in harder, his mouth grinding down on hers, her response lost as she kissed him back.
With a low resonating growl deep in the back of his throat one of his hands gripped his t-shirt which she wore pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, Sara giving a small sigh as their warm flesh once more connected. His arousal dug into her belly as he lifted her from her feet, Sara wrapping her legs around his waist, the hardness of him stroking her erotically as they moved, her fingers raking through his thick glossy hair as Darius strode forward towards the bed.