Bound Hearts 01-12

by Lora Leigh

  He wasn’t about to give in to her dare.

  He wasn’t about to give her the desire he could see raging in her eyes. The desire to break him. She wanted everything he had turned his back on years before. She wanted something he could never be again.

  “So hard,” she whispered, her lips tilting mockingly. He didn’t know if she meant his cock or him in particular.

  He watched her silently, wondering how far she dared to go. How far she would carry this charade she had begun. Innocence gleamed in her dark eyes, pure, sweet, it made his heart clench, his chest tighten at the sight of it. No woman so soft, with a gaze so pure, could be the temptress she was pretending to be.

  Then she licked her lips. A slow, sensual glide of her silken pink tongue over full, pouty lips. His cock jerked in her grip as a bolt of lust whipped through his system.

  Fiery. Control-threatening.

  Ian grimaced at the lightning-fast surge of pleasure, then clenched his teeth with furious determination as her tongue touched the head of his cock, swirled around it.

  “Fuck!” She consumed him.

  Her lips opened over the broad crest, surrounding it in a blistering, agonizing pleasure so overwhelming he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t spill his seed then. Now.

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  And she had no mercy.

  As though his single lapse had been all she needed to turn from innocence to sinful bold lust in one fell swoop. Her eyes darkened to nearly black, her mouth opened and the head of his cock disappeared into the moist, rich depths of her mouth.

  “Damn you, Courtney.” He heard the strangled, hungry sound of his own voice and would have winced at the depth of desire it revealed, if he had the strength to do anything other than hold back his release.

  His hands went to her hair, his fingers clenching on the long silken strands as he felt her hold him snugly in the dark, heated cavern. And he watched.

  Watched as his cock slid back, sliding along the moist curves of her lips as her tongue stroked him heatedly. Watched as he pressed back in, feeling her taste him, consume him as his strokes became deeper, stronger.

  It was the most sensual, erotic thing he had ever seen.

  Why? How could a woman that he would almost swear was a virgin, affect him to this depth?

  “Suck it, baby,” he groaned roughly, his thighs tightening as his balls ached with the need for release. “Suck me deep, sweetheart.” He could only watch as she took him deeper, the head of his cock touching her throat, the ultra-sensitive flesh absorbing her ragged moans as he stretched her lips wide, reddened them, and gave her a carnal, sinful appearance.

  And that tongue.

  It was like a lashing flame, licking, flickering beneath the sensitive head, rubbing, stroking…

  “Fuck yeah. Suck my dick, Courtney.” His knees were weak, sensations flooding his body that he would have never expected.

  The pleasure was so intense. Too intense. It was destructive.

  “So pretty… That sweet mouth stretched so tight… Oh hell yes, lick my cock, darlin’, lick it like candy…”

  She was killing him.

  She drew back then, fighting his hold on her hair, her tongue curling over the flushed, bulging tip before it popped free of her mouth. He pushed back. She pulled away, straightening slowly as her tongue ran over her swollen lips.

  “Goodnight, Ian,” she whispered then, the shocking words spearing straight to his gut as he watched her with brooding, simmering lust. The hunger rising inside him was nearly violent. Strong enough, intense enough, to terrify him.

  And there she stood, confidence simmering in her eyes, anger lighting them.

  “What more do you want?” He felt like howling in raging hunger.

  A sad little smile tipped her lips, reddened from the light fucking he had given them.

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  “I want it all.” Her answer shocked him. “Everything, Ian. Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

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  Chapter Five

  The bedroom door opened less than two minutes after Courtney closed it behind her, Ian stepping into the room and closing it with a barely leashed control that had shivers chasing up her spine.

  “Are you wanting me to rape you, Courtney?” He leaned against the panel, crossing his arms over his torn shirt as he watched her with blazing eyes. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you better than to tease a man in such a fashion?” She lifted her shoulder negligently as she pulled the snug top from her body and tossed it to the wide chest at the end of her bed.

  Soft light spilled from the bedside lamps, emphasizing the heavy dark furniture and the brooding expression of the man watching her.

  “I won’t lie to you.” She released the button to her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she stepped from her shoes. “I didn’t come here to fuck you, Ian. I came here to belong to you. There’s a difference. I’m not one of your submissive little one-night stands.” His eyes flared, darkened to a midnight blue as his expression became savage, intense. There was hunger there, more hunger than Courtney had ever seen reflected in a man’s face. But there was also denial, wariness.

  “Then you shouldn’t push your way into my bed,” he snapped. “There’s only one type of woman who joins me there, Courtney. It’s not tender little innocents with stars in their eyes.”

  She pushed back the flare of pain his statement brought.

  She knew better of course. Oh, not that that wasn’t exactly the type of woman he used. But he wanted more. She had seen it in his eyes as his cock sank to her throat. She had watched the emotions raging there, and knew that he hid from himself as well as her.

  “Keep your bed, Ian.” She pretended to be unaware of the lust blazing from his eyes as she walked, nearly naked now, to the chest of drawers and pulled a short, midnight silk gown from the top drawer. “I am not a one-night stand, in any man’s bed.

  Especially yours.” She pulled the gown over her head, shimmying out of her thong panties as the hem fell over her hips.

  If she wasn’t mistaken, the temperature in the room shot up by several degrees. She could feel the heat moving in the air around her, caressing the sensitive nerve endings still rioting from Ian’s touch.

  “You knew when you began this harebrained campaign what you were getting into, Courtney,” he snapped. “You know me, perhaps better than most…” 50

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  “Better than anyone,” she injected coolly, facing him squarely now. “Don’t fool yourself, Ian. I know you too well. And this is why you’re terrified of taking me into your bed. You know I’ll not be a one-night stand. Once you have me, you’ll only want more.”

  “You’re not exactly potato chips, Court,” he grunted, his lips tilting mockingly.

  “For you, I’ll be a drug.” She lowered her voice, struggling to control her breathing, the harsh beat of her heart. “One you’ll only become more addicted to each time you experience it. Because that’s what you are to me, Ian. A drug. Addictive. I can’t get you out of my mind, nor my heart…”

  “It’s a crush, Courtney,” he whispered gently then, moving across the room slowly, his expression so tender it made her want to weep. “An immature obsession.” There it was. In the only way he could allow himself to feel anything for her. As though she were a child in need of a pat on the head.

  “Oh, get over yourself, Ian.” She tried to whirl away from him. She couldn’t allow him to touch her, not now, not while he was trying to convince himself she was still a child. “I’ve never had a crush on you…”

  “You’ve always had a crush on me.” The confidence in his voice raked over her patience. “When you were sixteen, you watched me as though I were a god.”

  “When I was sixteen, I would sneak into the closet of your bedroom and watch you and my bodyguard fuck my maid,” she informed him blithely. “I’ve done this for t
he past several years, Ian. I’m tired of watching.” He hid his shock well. He merely stared back at her, unblinking, his eyes nearly black as hunger flared within them.

  “You watched?”

  “Oh yes, indeed I did,” she assured him. “And each time I watched your cock pleasuring another woman I knew what I wanted. Who I wanted. I’m not a fool. And I’m not too homely to attract enough attention to keep my bed filled if this is what I want. I didn’t have to come to you. I could have stayed in England and fucked until hell froze over. But I came here, to you.”

  His jaw clenched.

  “You’re a fool, Courtney.”

  “And I agree with you, wholeheartedly,” she bit out, moving across the room before turning back to face him. “I should just pack my bags and head home. I’m certain I could get fucked just easily there as I can in your bed. Hell, easier. And with just as little emotion.”

  He pushed his fingers roughly through his thick hair, glaring back at her.

  “You’re pushing me, baby. So help me, you are. And God knows I don’t want to hurt you.”

  But he was excited. She could see it in his eyes, in the bulge of his pants. He was so excited by the thought of taking her, taming her, that he could barely control it.

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  She had lost control months, years before.

  “Are you certain you don’t feel a need to hurt me, Ian?” she asked him then.

  “I feel a need to spank your ass until it glows,” he finally growled, his hands fisting as he pushed them into the pockets of his slacks.

  She let her eyelids lower, let her own hunger flow from her as the ass in question began to tingle.

  “Spank me,” she whispered then. “I bet you’ve imagined it, Ian. Putting me over your knee, and spanking my bare ass as I beg you prettily not to. Shall I call you Uncle Ian as I do so? Have you ever imagined that? Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.” She was tempting him, taunting him, and she knew it. She could possibly be pushing him past a boundary that she was perhaps not ready for quite yet. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself.

  A firestorm erupted in his body, through his senses.

  Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.

  The words should have disgusted him. But they turned him on, made his lust burn higher, hotter than ever before. He could feel his cock pressing against his slacks, fighting for freedom as his gaze locked on her all too innocent expression. Sweet, pure, her face, her eyes, reflected the wonder of a fucking teenager. But that was not the body of a teenager. The full, swollen breasts, their hard tips pressing against the dark blue silk, pleading for his touch. That was a woman’s body. A woman’s response.

  A woman who liked to play very dangerous games.

  He moved toward her. A step. Two.

  But the innocence was still there.

  God help them both if she was a virgin.

  “You want to play games, sweetheart.” He kept his voice low, just barely affectionate.

  “I like playing games, Uncle Ian.” She blinked innocently as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Are you going to teach me some new ones?” He reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her shoulders.

  “Such long, pretty hair,” he whispered, rubbing the strands between his fingers and luxuriating in its silken texture before he gripped a thick swath, holding it in his fist as he pulled her head back slowly.

  She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling sharply as her dark eyes began to daze. A flush brightened her cheeks as her lips parted almost pleadingly, her eyelids lowering with drowsy sensuality.

  He lowered his head, tasting the honey sweetness of those lips. They parted further for him, a whispered moan breathed against his as he caught her lower lip, licking at it sensually.

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  “Such a bad girl,” he whispered against the curves, watching her eyes closer, the dilation of her pupils, the sensual, sexual greed that filled them.

  But she was on overload. He could see it in her eyes, her response, hear it in the breathy little cries that left her lips. She thought herself so adept at hiding how innocent she truly was, that he would never know the difference. But he knew. And it broke his heart.

  “I could be.” She smiled as she answered, her hands braced against his abdomen, her fingers curling into the warmth she found there. “I can be a very bad girl if you want me to be, Ian.”

  Want? That was a rather mild term for what he was feeling right now.

  He could feel his balls knotting with overwhelming need, his cock throbbing, engorged with a hunger that swept through every portion of his body. Before he could consider his own actions, before she had time to protest, he used the grip he had on her hair to hold her to him as he turned her quickly around, pushing her last few steps to the wall, pressing her against it.

  Her gasping little moan was nearly his undoing. Her response to him, uninhibited without the usual rituals of weakening a woman’s defenses, was addictive. She was pliant, her responses unplanned, unrehearsed. Her pleasure, no matter how he touched her, astounded him.

  He smoothed his hand over her buttock, feeling the muscles clench in response. She was naked beneath the dark silk and he knew it, knew it and wanted nothing more than to taste it, to drown himself in her response.

  The silk moved along her flesh, creating a cool barrier between his hand and her flesh as he smoothed his fingers over her buttocks. Reaching the hem, he began to lift it slowly, his head lowering until his lips rested against her ear.

  “How wet are you, Courtney?” He nearly flinched at the rough, ragged sound of his own voice. “How much does the thought of learning my games turn you on?” He pressed his fingers between her thighs, groaning at the hot, slick dampness he found there. There were no shielding curls surrounding the swollen flesh. Only the blistering sweet juices coating sensitive folds.

  She jerked in his arms as his fingers circled the small entrance to her pussy. The wet heat scorched his fingers as he gathered it around them, sliding back, his touch light, teasing as he then circled the tight, closed entrance to her anus.

  “Are you a virgin here, Courtney?” He shuddered himself at the thought. “This virginity I could easily take.”

  She was panting, mewling cries exiting her throat as he pressed against the flexing muscles.

  “Talk to me, Courtney,” he crooned at her ear as he worked his fingertip into the ultra-hot entrance. “Do you feel how tight you are there, baby? How hot? Imagine how my dick is going to feel, pressing into it, filling it.” 53

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  She had never been taken there. He could sense it, feel it. The opening rippled around his fingertip like the flutter of tiny birds’ wings. She had no idea how to relax, how to open for him.

  He grimaced tightly. She would scream when he took her there. Her head would fall back, her eyes would widen, daze, and she would beg. Beg because the pleasure and the pain would fight for supremacy and send her hurling through sensations she could never imagine otherwise.

  He wanted to be the man to give her that adventure. To watch as the ultimate trust was extended to him. In exchange, he would begin giving her the ultimate in pleasure.

  It was going to happen. He could feel it pulsing in his veins, throbbing in his cock.

  There was no way to keep her out of his bed. No way in hell he could keep his hands off her now. If he wasn’t very, very careful, she could become the ultimate addiction.

  “Tease.” Her gasping accusation had a smile tugging at his lips as he moved his hand back, allowing his fingers to slide in the soft warmth of her juices beyond.

  “I’ve been accused of many things,” he mused as he rubbed at the small opening to her pussy, feeling the silken heat of her juices trickle from it. “But never teasing…” He pushed the teasing, taunting finger deep inside her in one smooth thrust.

  Instantly, fiery damp heat enveloped
his finger as tight muscles clenched around the digit. She was incredibly, overwhelmingly tight, spasming around his finger until he could feel every ripple, every fluttering response in the velvety heat of her cunt embracing him.

  Gasping cries poured from her throat as she arched, legs tightening, back bowing as he felt the cream of her response soak his finger before running along his palm.

  “Do you like that, baby?” He nibbled at her neck as she shuddered against him.

  “Damn you’re tight, Courtney. So tight, it might take all night to work my cock inside you.”

  The thought of it, of being held so snug, so heatedly inside her soft pussy was making him mad with hunger. Heat poured from her vagina, coalescing into a vivid humidity filled with the scent of her arousal.

  “I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he whispered at her ear, feeling the spasms of response to his words shudder through her cunt. “I’m going to push my cock so deep inside you, you’ll wonder if you’ll ever be free of me.”

  “I don’t want to be free…” Her gasping cries were nearly his undoing. “God, Ian.

  Please do it again.”

  His arm curled around her waist, holding her steady as his fingertip found the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves high in the back of her pussy. He stroked it gently, gritting his teeth as tremors of sensation began to rack her slender body. Her pussy clenched around his finger, her hips jerking against him as she tightened to near breaking point against him.

  He could feel the desperation rising within her.

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  She was dying to climax.

  He could feel it, hear it in the pleading sounds now filling the air around them.

  “Ian, I’m begging you…” she cried out then, panting for air, fighting for release.

  “Please, Ian, let me come, I’ve waited too long to come…” He stilled, ignoring her frantic cries as her hips bucked against his.