Seduced and Ensnared

by Stephanie Julian

  Her breasts, though small, were shapely and extremely sensitive. She wanted Cam to cup them and put his mouth on her naked skin.

  Unfortunately Cam’s hands were still fastened to her waist, as if holding her in place, but he didn’t have to worry about her going anywhere. Not until he’d made her come at least a dozen times and he couldn’t get it up anymore.

  It took her a few long seconds to break away from his mouth, from the sheer erotic pleasure of his lips against hers. Then it took her a few more seconds to be able to speak.

  “Cam.”

  He froze, his expression wary, as if she was going to tell him to stop. God, the man was absolutely beautiful, so why would he think she’d want him to stop?

  Stella leaned forward until they were cheek to cheek. He must have shaved right before the mixer, because the expanse of skin was still smooth. Her lips stopped only a whisper away from his ear, partially covered by silky black hair. She could’ve sworn he tensed but he didn’t move an inch. It was a challenge she couldn’t deny.

  She flicked the lobe of his ear with her tongue and had the satisfaction of feeling him shudder. “Cam, the zipper’s on the left side. Didn’t want you to have to guess.”

  His fingers dug into her waist and he swallowed hard, so hard she swore she heard the muscles in his throat work—which just made her want to put her mouth there. She pressed a kiss to his hard jaw first then moved her lips to the pulse beating directly underneath. She gave it a quick peck before opening her mouth and laying it over the delicate flesh between his shoulder and neck, sucking the skin and nipping at it.

  The sound that came from Cam’s throat made her sex tighten and moisten. Her panties were already wet and clinging and bothering the hell out of her. She wanted them off. She wanted to be naked, wanted him to—

  No. She shouldn’t, couldn’t wish for that. Stella paused and took a deep breath, feeling the power inside her begin to build. She couldn’t let it get away from her, that dark inheritance from her mother. Couldn’t let it taint this moment. She’d fought against it, submerged it for so long and she refused to let it screw with her head now.

  Instead, she concentrated on making Cam groan again. Since he still hadn’t moved, she started taking off his clothes, hoping he’d go along with the program and follow her lead.

  Sliding her hands to the lapels of his jacket, she pushed it off his shoulders. After a few seconds, he dropped his hands from her waist so the jacket could fall onto the couch behind him. She pulled back and gave him a little smile, a reward for a job well done, then went to work on his shirt and tie. The tie put up minimal resistance but the shirt’s buttonholes were more of a challenge. They were too small for the buttons, or so they seemed in her haste to get her first look at Cam’s hard chest.

  She fumbled with them for a good two minutes, listening to Cam’s breathing get deeper when she finally reached the last one before the shirt disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

  She flashed him another look—this one a question. He didn’t use words, just leaned back so she could grab the shirt in her hands, pull out the front tails and finish the job. The two remaining buttons gave up without a fight, leaving her hands so close to the bulge in his pants she couldn’t resist a quick caress.

  Stella slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls. God, the man was hung! Her sex clenched in anticipation. Lifting her gaze, she watched him draw in a ragged breath and his lids flutter down.

  The forced blankness melted away from his expression, replaced by pure lust.

  “Christ, Stella—”

  Releasing his balls, she let her hand slide up the shaft, molding her fingers around the iron-hard length. The agonized sound that rumbled from his throat made her smile widen.

  “Do you like that, Cam?”

  His lids flickered a few times before rising to allow a glimpse of those glittering dark eyes. “I’d like it better without the pants… Unzip them. Now,” he commanded.

  Oh wow. The shift in sexual power was nearly palpable. Her mouth dried and it was her turn to draw in a ragged breath. How did he do that with only three words?

  She wasn’t used to taking orders. Her position and family connection at work demanded complete obedience from everyone in her division. She’d cultivated her reputation as a cold hard bitch for the very purpose of keeping some control over the male-dominated office.

  Right now she was willing to give up all control and do whatever he wanted.

  She’d already released his belt buckle and the button on his pants by the time she took notice. One hand poised at his zipper, she stopped, took a deep breath then pulled it down.

  The stark white of Cam’s underwear shone like a beacon against his black pants. The rigid ridge beneath pulsed as she stared.

  Cam shifted, shimmying out of his shirt and pulling his t-shirt over his head. Her gaze slid upward to take in the flesh he’d bared for her.

  Beautiful. The guy was absolutely beautiful.

  She ran her fingers over his washboard abs, as if playing a piano. Dark hair lightly covered his strong broad chest, not obscuring his dusky pink nipples. With her thumbs and forefingers, she captured each one and tweaked the hard nubs.

  “Put your mouth on me again, Stella. Right there,” Cam demanded.

  She obeyed without hesitation. It was exactly what she’d planned to do. Still, his commanding tone lashed through her like adrenaline and she sunk her teeth into one nipple before laving it with her tongue.

  He jolted beneath her, releasing the stranglehold he’d kept on himself. As she continued to torment his nipples with her tongue, his right hand lifted to the zipper on her dress.

  The rasp as it descended was music to her ears. A slight breeze hit her sensitized skin before Cam slid his hand into the opening. Just the feel of his skin on hers made it impossible for her to maintain her concentration.

  With the zipper undone, the top of her strapless dress fell away, leaving her upper body exposed. She drew in a breath, waiting for him to do something, say something.

  He just sat there and stared, making her wonder what he thought. Her dress had been too tight to give any false impressions about her body. What did he—

  “I’m going to devour you,” he said, his voice a low rough rumble. “Starting here,” he lifted one hand to cup her left breast, “and ending here.” His other hand lifted the skirt of her dress and cupped her mound, his fingers pressing against her wet sex through her barely-there thong.

  He pushed the heel of his hand against her clit, making pleasure shoot through her veins like molten lava. She moaned as her body responded, stiffening and growing limp at the same time. Her head fell back and her hands reached for his shoulders to hold herself upright.

  “Look at me, Stella.” Cam rubbed his thumb over one sensitive nipple, cranking the ache low in her body up another notch. “I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”

  God, the man’s voice was an aphrodisiac all on its own. She let it roll through her like a shot of straight whiskey until he squeezed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough to make her gasp but not hard enough to hurt. Her head shot up and she looked straight into his eyes.

  “Stella, kiss me,” he ordered.

  She loved the way he said her name. It felt like a midnight breeze on a hot July night. She loved the feel of his hand pressing on her mound and wanted him to rip off her underwear so he could touch her skin and sink his fingers inside her.

  As if he’d read her mind, he curled his fingers in the thin string holding her thong together and snapped it. He drew the ruined bit of silk off her legs before placing his hand on her again.

  “Cam, please—” Stella pleaded.

  He rotated his hand on her pussy slightly until one finger slipped between her lower lips, but not yet inside her. Her groan echoed throughout the open room.

  “I want you to beg, baby. But not yet. Kiss me now.”

  Clasping her hands around his neck, she leaned
forward and sealed her mouth over his. As his fingers slid against the slick skin of her pussy, she slid her tongue into his mouth. She licked at his teeth then at his tongue, darting in and out, mimicking the motion she wanted his fingers to use.

  He rewarded her for obeying by slipping one finger into her sex. Her muscles immediately clenched around him, momentarily satisfied by the firm presence. But within seconds, it wasn’t enough and her hips began to pump. He allowed her to ride his finger while he played with her breasts.

  Stella was close to climax already. She needed to come. As if reading her mind again, he slid another finger inside her. The added friction and the extra pressure he applied to her clit with the heel of his hand sent her over the edge.

  Her sex contracted, sending an almost painful burst of pleasure through her body. It left her a little stunned, a little embarrassed and a whole lot addicted to one enigma named Cam.

  Chapter Three

  Cam very nearly came in his pants as he watched Stella ride out her pleasure on his fingers.

  It’d only taken minutes. She was so fucking responsive, so fucking hot. It took every bit of control he possessed not to make their clothes disappear.

  He wanted her on his bed, naked, preferably with his mouth between her legs, making her come again before he climbed up her body, slid his cock into her and pumped until he couldn’t move anymore. When that happened, he’d roll over and let her take the reins for a while.

  But it looked as if he’d have to accomplish this the human way, since he didn’t want her to know what exactly he was. Not yet.

  While she still convulsed around his fingers in tiny waves, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and stood before removing his fingers from her body.

  “Put your legs around my waist, Stella. I don’t want you to fall.”

  With her head now tucked into the curve of his neck, her soft breath against his skin raising goose bumps, she did exactly what he told her to.

  Cam started to move toward the bedroom but he’d forgotten about his pants. They fell to the floor, causing him to fall forward onto the couch, still holding Stella. Setting her down, he struggled to his feet and stood there in his boxer briefs, with his pants around his ankles, still wearing his shoes.

  He heard Stella’s giggle begin in her chest and rise up to escape in a husky rush of air.

  He felt an answering smile lift the corners of his mouth. “What are you laughing at, woman?”

  “I think maybe you want to take the shoes off before you attempt to walk.” She giggled again and sat up. “I’m too lazy to walk and I don’t want you to trip.”

  “Afraid I’ll drop you?”

  She paused for a beat and Cam found himself holding his breath, waiting for her answer, as he lifted her into his arms again.

  What the fucking hell was going on with him? He shouldn’t care what she thought. She was only a means to an end. This wasn’t the start of a relationship, right?

  “No, I don’t think you’ll drop me. But I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes.

  His heart pounded and the hollow in the pit of his stomach widened to the size of the Grand Canyon. He felt his body tighten and the power in his blood thicken. He started to draw magic to relocate them to his bed then stopped himself. He was losing control and he couldn’t afford to—not now.

  Making sure he had a good grip on her, he used a tiny bit of power to loosen the ties on his shoes so he could kick them off. Then he stepped out of his pants and headed for the stairs.

  She sighed, a content little purr against his skin. Stella felt boneless in his arms and completely relaxed—completely open to anything he might suggest.

  “Tired?” he asked.

  “Hmm, no.”

  “I don’t want you to leave tonight.”

  “I’d like to stay.”

  “Will anyone miss you?”

  She smiled. He felt it against his skin as he reached the top step and his loft bedroom came into view. “Is that your belated way of asking if I have a significant other?”

  “No,” he answered. He knew she didn’t. He’d done his homework. “Just wondering if your uncle’s going to come after me with a shotgun in the morning.”

  “That won’t happen. I may live in the same house but I lead my own life.”

  Damn. He really wished that were true, but Daniel Bonnini kept a tight leash on the only family member he had left. Cam was sure they hadn’t been followed from the party. She must have told her bodyguard to take the night off, because he hadn’t followed her and Cam had masked the signal from her GPS unit so her car couldn’t be traced.

  He hoped they had at least until tomorrow before Bonnini sent out his commandos to find Stella. He didn’t want their time together interrupted—which was a really stupid thing to be thinking.

  “Cam?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Are we going to stand here all night or are you going to finish what you started?”

  His arms tightened around her for just a second, wishing this encounter was not a means to an end. Wishing it was the start of a true relationship…

  But hell, wishes were for fools. And he was no fool.

  Without warning, he tossed her on the bed. She landed in the middle of the king-size mattress with a gasp, bounced once then laughed. The uninhibited sound painfully tightened his balls and he didn’t want to wait one more second to be inside her. He pushed his boxer briefs to the floor, taking his socks along with them. “Take off the dress,” he ordered.

  Stella stopped laughing and leaned back on her elbows. Her dress still caught around her waist, she was bare from her shoulders to mid torso and from the tops of her thighs to her feet. She showed no sign of embarrassment, completely at ease in her nudity.

  Her lips pulled into a slight smile as her eyes flashed a challenge. “Make me.”

  Oh Christ, he loved a challenge. His inner caveman roared to grab her, rip the dress from her body and fuck her until she fainted from satiation.

  Hell, she’d nearly passed out downstairs and he hadn’t had more than two fingers inside her. Stepping closer to the bed, he stopped when he felt his knees touch the silk bedspread.

  “Take it off, Stella. Now.”

  Her head tilted to the side, desire flushing her cheeks a pretty pink and tightening her small perfect nipples into tight buds. He couldn’t see her sex. It was hidden beneath the bunched folds of her dress but he could smell her arousal and knew she was soaking wet.

  “What do I get if I do?”

  “This.” He wrapped one hand around his erection and stroked himself from root to tip. Stella’s gaze followed his every movement.

  Her eyes blinked and her lips parted to draw in an unsteady breath before she rolled to a sitting position. While he continued to work his hand over his shaft, she shimmied the dress down her hips and over her knees, throwing it to the floor. Completely nude, she stared at him.

  “Good girl. Now lie back.”

  Again, she did exactly what he told her. She eased onto her back, arms at her sides, legs slightly parted. The hair on her mound matched the hair on her head but was trimmed short.

  He wanted to pet her, make her pussy lift off the bed with ecstasy and into his hand. Releasing his cock, he reached for her ankles and dragged her across the spread, the smooth silk letting her slide easily. He drew her legs on either side of his hips, stopping when only centimeters separated the underside of his shaft and her gleaming wet pussy. His cock throbbed, straining to reach inside her, but he let the moment play out, enjoying the anticipation and the increasingly ragged sound of her breathing. His own lungs burned as if with exertion.

  Pulling his gaze from between her legs, he let it drift upward, over her flat stomach to her sweet breasts then straight into her eyes. She watched him from between slitted lids—waiting for his next move.

  He didn’t want her to wait any more.

  Taking his cock in one hand, he aimed the rigid shaft straig
ht into her slit, forgoing a condom. He wanted to feel her wrapped around him with nothing separating them. She couldn’t catch anything from him and human diseases didn’t affect the Fata. As for pregnancy—he knew she took birth control. His brother Rio’s computer skills came in handy when hacking doctor’s files.

  As her moist flesh enclosed the tip of his cock, he sucked in a deep breath. Lust raged through him and sent everything else out of his head.

  This woman turned him on as if she had a remote control for his libido. He should be able to deal with it, he told himself. But the further he sank into her, the less sure he became that he was the one in control.

  So far she’d obeyed every order he’d given her, but right now he’d do anything she wanted.

  Good thing she didn’t realize her power over him.

  Then again… He looked up into her eyes and found her still watching him. Her eyes burned with desire.

  “Cam, move. I can’t wait.”

  Damned if he could either.

  Cam pulled her closer as he thrust forward, sinking his cock in to the root and— Oh Christ, he was already going to come. He felt his climax building in his balls so he quickly pulled back and tried to regain a little equilibrium. But he couldn’t control himself. He forged back in, his balls slapping against her silky ass as his cock filled her tight pussy.

  Out, in, out, in. Faster and faster. He set a pounding rhythm. She met him on each thrust, lifting her hips, creating more friction, more pressure—more mind-blowing pleasure.

  Gazes connected, they worked toward a mutual climax. He’d be damned if he came before her but it was getting impossible to hold back. The pressure to release built at the back of his neck and spread to the base of his spine. He tried to back off a little, prolong the moment, but she wouldn’t let him. Every time he slowed down, she pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster.

  “Cam, please… There… Ah God… Right there.”

  Every word was a grenade that detonated in his blood, making his heart pump faster, his cock ache and throb. The skin covering his shaft was ultrasensitive. He felt every ridge, every ripple of her sheath, as it contracted around him.