Completing Beauty: Books 1-3

by Stella Andrews

  As we reach the end, I’m almost afraid to look at her but need to know what she thinks. The final room shows a couple having sex against the wall, while the woman’s hands are tied above her head. The man is thrusting inside hard and fast and her cries of pleasure act as an aphrodisiac that is hard to ignore. For a few minutes, we just stand and watch and then Angel leans closer and I see the excitement in her eyes as she whispers, “I’ve seen enough, Seb, can we leave, please?”

  She turns away before I can fully assess what she’s thinking which makes me anxious because if she looks at me with anything but love, I can’t deal with it.

  As we make our way back, I see a friend of mine leading a sub toward one of the private rooms and he smiles as we approach. “Sebastian, it’s good to see you.”

  Nodding, I note he takes in the sight of Angel’s hand in mine and the fact she is collared. “I never knew you’d collared a sub, when did this happen, I thought I’d never see the day?”

  “I haven’t, Angel’s a friend I’m showing around.”

  It irritates me the way his eyes instantly light up and he looks at Angel with a longing look. Addressing her directly, he says lustfully, “Do you like what you see, my dear.”

  Raising her eyes to his, Angel nods. “Yes, sir.”

  I sense his interest and it irritates me, so I say curtly, “It’s good to see you, Jeff but we should be going.”

  He makes to speak but I silence him with one look and he backs off. Yes, Angel is mine and if he thinks otherwise, then he is sorely mistaken.

  She almost has to run to keep up with me as I head through the club, anxious as to what waits for me outside. As soon as we reach the reception, I stop and remove her collar and sign us out before almost dragging her toward the car.

  “Wait up, Sebastian, what’s the hurry?”

  Slowing down a little, I say apologetically, “I’m sorry, it’s just…”

  “Jeff?”

  Looking at her for the first time, I see the amusement dancing in her eyes as she stops and places her hands on her hips. “You’re jealous.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Yes, you are, I know that look. You saw another man look at me and knew I could just crook my little finger and he would come running.”

  “You’re delusional.”

  “You’re an asshole but we don’t need to dwell on it.”

  She grins and I relax for the first time since we arrived. She’s fine with it. I can see it in her eyes and she is looking at me no different.

  “You know, Seb, I can see why you like that place.”

  “Explain.”

  “Because all the men in there are the same. Controlling bastards who think a woman is there just for their pleasure. Men who want all the pleasure and none of the responsibility. Men who like to use women for their own desire and then go off and eat a hearty meal, probably also prepared by somebody else. Men who live out their fantasies and then go about their business without any baggage dragging them down.”

  “Is that right, then why do the women go there?”

  “Because they get the same. All the pleasure and none of the headaches that go with a man hanging off their skirt, demanding they act like their mothers in every room but the bedroom. You know, I can certainly see the appeal, the freedom it gives with none of the drudgery of being with someone. Um… I may just join myself.”

  She grins wickedly and I know she’s just teasing. Leaning against my car, I regard her coolly. “So, you want to become a member, what would be your preference?”

  Biting her lower lip, she holds her head to the side looking thoughtful. “I think I may like to call the shots. You know, whip a man senseless and then get him to fuck me with gratitude. Maybe I’ll strap him to a table and spank him relentlessly, or maybe I’ll try out with a woman for a change. What do you think, would that suit me do you think?”

  I almost can’t breathe with the thought of her with anyone but me but I just shrug, “You’ll work it out. Do you want me to wait while you go back inside and join? I could always come back later if you fancy re-enacting your fantasies with Jeff and his sub. Just saying.”

  Laughing, she walks toward me and sways her hips suggestively, making me lose the power of speech. She knows she has me in the palm of her hand and is playing with me like a dog with a bone. She leans against me, pressing me against the steel of the car and whispers huskily, “Maybe you can show me what it involves before I part with any cash. I mean, I would hate to go back in there inexperienced in the ways of your world.”

  Then she pulls back and says loudly, “Or then again, you could just drop me home, I sure do need a shower and something to eat before I’m good for anything.”

  She heads around to the passenger side leaving me frustrated and so turned on its doubtful I can walk, let alone sit beside her in the confined space for the journey. However, I play the usual game and just get inside the car, turning on the engine, followed by the music and pull away.

  What happens next will either be the stuff of dreams - or nightmares.

  Chapter 23

  Angel

  I am a quivering mess inside. Wow, that was intense. The world that Sebastian lives in is unbelievable. Do people really do that? Have sex with a stranger and then go shopping? It’s a lot to take in and yet the only thing I could think of was Sebastian with another woman. It makes me feel sick at the thought, yet happy at the same time. He never gave his heart to another; he kept that part of him for me as I did for him. When I have sex with a Reaper, it’s not for love, just pleasure. We are no different really.

  Occasionally they like the kinky stuff but mostly it’s just sex. Two people giving each other pleasure with no strings attached. Maybe we both entered a special kind of Hell when I left and maybe now is the time to put an end to it.

  For once we are both silent as we make our way back to the cabin. I know Sebastian’s worried at what I think about the club and his involvement in it but to be honest; it doesn’t bother me at all. What does bother me, is what happens next.

  We are back sooner than I work it out and I feel like a girl on her first date as he pulls to a stop outside the cabin. For a while, there’s just silence as we sit outside wondering what to do next. My heart thumps as I realize I don’t want him to leave, so I say brightly, “Do you fancy a coffee before you go? Maybe we should try to get along for the sake of the business.”

  I watch his hands tense on the wheel and know he is as torn as I am. “Ok, thanks.”

  We exit the car and I feel my hands shaking as I remove the keys from my pocket. “Well, this has certainly been a strange day.”

  I attempt to lighten the atmosphere because I’m not sure what’s going on right now and as I push open the door and Sebastian follows me inside; I have my answer.

  Spinning around, my heart flutters as I throw the keys to the table and say huskily, “What now?”

  I watch his eyes flash as he throws me a look that tells me exactly what is about to happen. He knows I want him, I always have and now, as the penny drops, I see the cocky bastard return as he removes his jacket and drapes it across the chair before facing me with lust-filled eyes.

  “I like it strong and black.”

  His eyes light up and I know the game he’s playing. Nodding, I remove my hoody and watch his eyes darken as he sees the running vest clinging to my curves as my nipples peak under his scrutiny. Pulling the band from my hair, I allow it to spill down my back as I say huskily, “I’ll be right back. Do you want biscuits?”

  Shaking his head, he unbuttons his shirt and I see the dark hair covering his chest as he replies, “Just the coffee.”

  Nodding, I spin around and walk slowly toward the kitchen.

  He follows me.

  As I reach for the mugs, he’s behind me in a flash. I’m trapped against the counter facing the wall and he presses his body against mine and whispers, “Maybe a little cream would be a good thing.”

  His lips brush against my n
eck and my hand shakes as I set the mug down. “Coming right up.”

  Spinning around, I face a wall that’s built of rock-hard abs and wicked intentions and his mouth crushes against mine, lighting the flame that’s always burned for him. He fists my hair and plunders my mouth, biting, searching, tasting and owning.

  Groaning, I pull him hard against me and wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes against me, the clothes between us an irritant. As I feel him hard against me, I almost lose my mind. He’s here. Sebastian is here where he belongs and it feels like home.

  Suddenly, nothing matters anymore. The past, the present and the future can be dealt with another day because this is inevitable. As we rip each other’s clothes off in haste, there is only one thing on my mind. Him.

  Sebastian feels so good it’s like a drug that I’ve craved forever. As I cling around his waist, he pulls away from the counter and carries me into the bedroom. Kicking open the door, he lies me on the bed and strokes my hair as he looks deep into my eyes. “Are you sure, honey?”

  Wanting him is a physical ache inside and I nod. “I’m sure.”

  With a low growl, he claims my lips once again and feeds off my desire. Feeling his skin against mine is the best feeling in the world and one I never thought I’d experience again. Running my hands over it feels like forbidden fruit and as I feel him hard against me, I crave the feeling of all of him inside. Sebastian wastes no time and kisses and licks every part of me that unfolds to him like a flower in sunlight. His hot breath on my skin melts any resistance I may have and my whole universe centers on this moment. His tongue tastes my desire and I unravel beneath it. As he tastes the desire for himself, he groans, “Fuck, I’ve missed you baby.”

  Fisting his hair, I hold him in place as he devours me, feasting on the impossible dream. It feels as if I’m right where I should be and the only thing missing is Sebastian inside me. I pull him up and groan, “I’ve missed you so much.”

  A lone tear trickles from my eye as I feel the pain of five wasted years and as he kisses it away, he growls, “I’m never leaving you, Angel, it was always you and nothing will ever change that.”

  I hear the rip of paper as he protects us both and then the slow, exquisite feeling of him entering me for the first time in what feels forever. He’s home.

  Sebastian claims my heart, mind, soul and body, as he thrusts inside. He owns me, he always has and as I feel him explore every inch of me, it’s overwhelming. I rake his back and pull him deeper inside and clench hard around his cock as he takes up ownership of my body. I scream with ecstasy as he gives me more pleasure than a body can stand and I cling to him as if he’s a dream that will become a memory in the cold light of day. But Sebastian isn’t in any hurry to leave and carries on relentlessly, slamming into me as if he wants the moment to last forever. I scream his name as the pressure builds and as I explode into a million pieces around his cock, his roar is like music to my ears as he comes hard and fast, over and over again.

  We are not finished.

  Almost immediately, he pulls back and tosses the condom in the waste bin by the bed. Then sitting astride me, he looks deep in my eyes and growls, “I’ve not finished with you yet.”

  Spinning me around, he holds me face down on the bed and proceeds to kiss every last inch of skin on my back, traveling down to my feet. Taking each of my toes in his mouth in turn, he sucks them all and his groans of pleasure mirror my own. As he works his way up my body, I feel the need of him all over again as I hear the rip of paper for the second time and know he will soon be back where he belongs. As he enters me from behind, I start to pant with desire. Feeling him and not seeing him is a major turn on in itself and being controlled by him is always how it was. Yes, Sebastian is an extremely dominant male which is just the way I like it.

  He rocks against me inside and out until I see stars. As I feel the pressure build, I try to hold on but he growls, “Come for me, Angel.”

  I gasp as the orgasm shoots through my body like lightning and scream as I fall from a great height. I almost feel too weak to carry on but have waited too long for this to give in to my weak body. Rolling over, I lie on top of him and say firmly, “My turn.”

  I repeat the favor and kiss and lick every inch of the man I crave and always have done. He tastes of familiarity and everything good in life and tasting him is like dining on heaven. As I reach his cock, his groans are like sweet music as I take him in my mouth and suck hard. He thrusts inside and I lick and suck every inch of him, relishing in the velvet smoothness and licking every drop of what spills from the tip. Cupping his balls, I run them around my fingers and love the way he tenses and groans. “Fuck me, that feels so good.”

  I feel the rigid hard taste of all man and as he thrusts harder, I suck harder and faster until he gives me every last drop he can. Taking Sebastian’s seed inside me is the sweetest nectar. It slides down my throat and coats every inch of me inside—with him. I could feast on him all day because I will never get enough of him. We have a lot of ground to make up and like the greedy bitch I am, I want it all.

  His strong arms pull me against his chest and for a moment we lie pressed against each other as our hearts bang against our chests. The feeling of being with your soul mate is surely better than any other high in life. He strokes my hair and rains feather light kisses all over my face and the feelings I now have proves to me that this was always meant to be.

  Day turn to night and we stay right where we are—in each other’s arms. The need for food is forgotten as we make love over and over until the early hours. Real life ceases to matter as we explore every inch of our new beginning and as we fall asleep in each other’s arms, it’s with the certainty that when we wake, it’s with a bright future ahead of us.

  Chapter 24

  Sebastian

  My first thought when I wake, is of her. As I look across at the perfection sleeping peacefully beside me, I can’t quite believe my luck. She came back to me. Despite everything that happened, we are together and nothing will ever drive a wedge between us again. Against the odds we made it through and I thank God for hearing my prayers—she’s home.

  I watch her sleeping in awe of God’s most perfect work. I don’t deserve her; I never did, but she’s mine against the odds. As she stirs, I reach out and trace the contours of her perfect face and plant a soft kiss on those bewitching lips.

  “Morning darlin’.”

  Her eyes flutter open and a slow smile breaks out across her face. “I didn’t dream it then?”

  “No. This is reality, darlin’, and we’re about to live it forever.”

  “Forever, you’re a bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”

  “Am I wrong?”

  She giggles and presses herself against me, making me immediately hard.

  “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “On whether I can get my head around the fact I’m chained to an asshole.”

  “If you like to be chained up, it can be arranged.”

  She smiles wickedly and I grin. “So, my little Angel likes a little of the hard stuff.”

  “Maybe, but only with an experienced Dom.”

  She giggles again and I reach out and pull her against me kissing her hard and fast. Her words mean everything to me because it shows she’s accepted what I became. Maybe we will explore the possibilities together but that can wait because the only thing I want now is to show my girl just how much I love her and I don’t need any tricks or whips and chains to do that.

  Over breakfast we settle into domestic bliss as if we’ve always been together. We fry some eggs and bacon and discuss the day ahead, mainly the impending meeting with Tobias Moretti. The fact we are both absent from the office isn’t the best way to lead by example but the circumstances are special ones because nothing else matters than making up for lost time.

  However, we can’t put off the inevitable and once we have showered and dressed, we make the journey into town.

  I can tell
Angel is nervous because she does that toe tapping thing and reaching out, I grasp her hand and say reassuringly, “It will be fine, trust me.”

  She laughs, “Trust a man who’s wearing yesterday’s suit? I don’t think so.”

  I shrug. “They’ll never know and it’s not as if I’ve had time to go home and change, not that I wanted to.”

  She smiles and my heart leaps. I could get used to sitting beside her and don’t want anything to jeopardize this new understanding between us.

  Sighing, she pulls at her lower lip. “You know, Seb, I read up on Tobias Moretti and none of its good.”

  “Read up on him, where, Wikipedia?”

  “Not quite. No, I ran some checks on him and we’re dealing with a major player here. I’m not sure either of us are equipped to do this.”

  “You ran some checks, who with, the FBI?”

  Shaking my head, I wonder about the life she now leads. Who are these people she mixes with and only a fool would start digging for information about Tobias Moretti?

  She interrupts my thoughts. “What do you know of him?”

  “Not a lot, just that he’s a player and a hard one at that. My father owed him big time through gambling which is how he came to own the shares. I know you don’t mess with him, if you want to live, that is.”

  “I get that but what was he like when you met him? I’m just trying to get my head around the man behind the reputation.” She sighs and the warnings sirens sound loudly, so I snap, “Don’t try to understand how that man’s mind works, Angel. He’s 100% bastard and don’t you forget it. It’s probably best to keep the meeting short and sweet and just reassure him his investment’s in safe hands. He doesn’t have much contact or involvement in the business, anyway and is just happy to collect the dividends his shares pay out each year.”