by Ava McKnight
Elaina's head popped up and she smiled wickedly at Cat. “I can smell you. Warm and intoxicating. I want to taste you."
Cat's heart had crept into her throat, pounding fiercely. She couldn't speak, so stunned was she by the intense hunger building inside her, demanding to be fed.
Elaina's mouth moved down to Cat's flat belly. Her lips grazed the quivering flesh. Cat's breath caught as Elaina eased oh-so-gracefully to her knees, her red dress stretching tightly across her shapely legs and ass. She flicked her tongue over Cat's bare inner thigh, in a slow, circular motion. Ryan unhooked Cat's bra and he helped her out of it. His hands cupped her breasts, fulfilling the promise Elaina had started. His large palms held her plump flesh, his fingers and thumbs teased the centers into tight peaks that begged for more of his clever ministrations.
As Ryan's hands teased her breasts, Elaina's mouth worked dangerously close to Cat's throbbing pussy. She knew she ought to put a stop to this entire decadent scene. There was so much more at stake than just the Lake Shore Drive property. Her principles, the moral foundation on which she'd built her life.
Yet as Elaina eased Cat's thong panties down her legs, pausing only a moment to allow Cat to step out of the miniscule material, Cat could no longer make the correlation between right and wrong. She could no longer discern between the two. A moment later, Elaina's tongue swept over Cat's swollen folds, targeting that overly sensitive area that begged for attention—from Elaina, from Ryan.
Elaina's mouth between her legs caused a riot of sensations inside Cat. The tongue that teased her throbbing clit was clever and skilled. Cat lost all touch with reality as Elaina slid a long finger deep into her wet pussy.
The soft whimpers that fell from Cat's lips turned into deep, sensual moans. Her breath came in shallow pulls and she felt her climax build at a rapid pace. Her hands found Ryan's hips and clutched him tightly, so their bodies were pressed together, her back to his front.
"You would do anything for him, wouldn't you?” Ryan's seductive voice penetrated the passion-induced haze that filled Cat's head.
She felt herself careening toward a powerful orgasm and it was all she could think about, all she could concentrate on. Elaina's tongue laved and teased her swollen, sensitive clit as she worked two of her slender fingers into Cat's tight pussy. Ryan's hands on her breasts alternately teased and caressed. His fingers toyed with her hard nipples, making her half out of her mind with need and desire.
"You're loyal to him,” Ryan continued. “You would do anything you had to, just to give him what he wants. What you think he deserves. What you think you owe him."
Cat's sensible mind tried to free itself from the crazed sexual mind that had taken over her very existence. Desire had seeped deep into her soul and unleashed a wanton, passionate side of her she'd never known existed. A sexual side of her she'd repressed so that she could focus on her goal.
Suddenly, Cat realized what Ryan was talking about. Seth.
"I owe him my life,” she said on a harsh whisper. Elaina's erotic assault on her pulsing, weeping pussy did not let up.
"No.” Ryan eased his lips over her neck. “You owe him nothing."
Cat didn't want to talk about Seth. She didn't want to think about the morals she'd tossed out the window tonight. She didn't want to think about anything ... she just wanted to feel. Elaina's talented mouth evoked the most exquisite sensations deep within her. Ryan's hands on her body, his mouth on her neck, his very presence surrounding her, infiltrated her senses and sent her rushing toward a release she desperately needed. Craved.
He pinched her nipples, sending erotic jolts through her body that culminated at the very spot Elaina tended to. “You are so beautiful, Catalina. So sensual. So desirable."
Her legs began to tremble as the sensations inside her multiplied and intensified to an almost unbearable degree. She wanted to let go, wanted to let the erotic sensations consume her. But something held her back. Ryan's words kept her from giving herself over to the pleasure Elaina brought her.
Cat let out a strangled cry. Her body shook, her flesh quivered. Her very soul demanded a release from this highly aroused state. Desire coursed through her, hot and bright, stealing her breath, clouding her mind.
Ryan's erection pressed against the cleft of her ass, solid and strong, even through the thick material of his black dress pants. Cat wanted him. Desperately. Inside her, filling her, fucking her hard.
"Yes,” he whispered.
Cat gasped. How did he know her every thought? Her every desire?
"Stop, Elaina,” he said in a quiet voice. The nymph between Cat's legs let out a whimper of protest, but she did as Ryan asked. She stood and grinned at Cat. Her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and ran slowly along her upper lip, lapping up Cat's juices. Her eyes were alight with desire.
Ryan released Cat from his sensual embrace. She heard the rustle of clothing behind her, knew he had just discarded his tie and shirt.
"One more kiss?” Elaina asked in a quiet voice.
Cat nodded her head. Elaina leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Then her sharp teeth pricked Cat's lower lip. Elaina's tongue swiped over the bead of blood that formed. She closed her eyes and moaned, savoring Cat's blood.
Cat watched her in curious fascination, surprised by the love bite Elaina had given her, yet intrigued by the sensuality of the gesture.
Elaina's eyes suddenly snapped open and she stared past Cat, looking over her shoulder at Ryan.
Shock registered on her lovely features. “She's the one."
Chapter Five
Cat's brow furrowed.
She didn't have time to pose a question of her own, when Ryan said, “Leave us."
Elaina cast one last look at Cat before she scurried off. Ryan's hands were suddenly on Cat, his long fingers sliding down her shoulders to her arms. He closed the gap between them. One hand eased up her bare back, from the base of her spine to the base of her skull. His fingers were strong, his skin smooth, his touch ... electric. Cat shivered.
Ryan's long fingers twined in the thick mass of her hair as he pushed it all over one shoulder. He bent his head to her, grazed her exposed neck with his soft lips.
Cat came closer to experiencing that elusive orgasm than she had when Elaina's mouth had been on her.
He took several long strides forward, forcing Cat to move with him until she stood in front of the long cherry wood console situated against the far wall.
"Lean forward,” Ryan said on a sharp breath.
Cat did as he instructed, without questioning him. She could sense his dark intentions and they stirred her passion more deeply than anything she'd known before.
Placing her palms flat on the center of the table, she arched her back and glanced over her bare shoulder. Ryan's handsome face made her pulse race. His jaw was set in a hard line; his deep blue eyes glowed with desire. He'd shed his shirt and Cat's gaze worked over his perfectly sculpted chest. His hard pectoral muscles and rigid abdomen were smooth, the skin golden and tempting.
He reached for the button on his dress pants and slowly unfastened them. He slid the zipper down its track. The erotic sound echoed in the room, mingling with Cat's sharp pants. He toed off his black leather boots and eased his trousers down his legs. All the while, his gaze remained locked with Cat's. He stepped out of his clothing.
Cat's mouth watered at the sight behind her. Ryan's erection strained against the material of his black briefs. She could easily discern that he was long and thick. His hard cock made all the erotic sensations she'd felt with Elaina return. Only they were infinitely more sensual. Infinitely more arousing.
Elaina had sparked her passion, but Ryan evoked her deepest, darkest desires. He inspired fantasies she'd never considered before. She wanted him to take her hard and fast. She wanted him to fulfill every want and need that had manifested itself inside her since the day she'd met him, two years ago. Her inhibitions vanished in a heartbeat. Her reservations, her moral convictions retreated t
o the far recesses of her mind. All that mattered to her was Ryan. Having him inside her, letting him satisfy the overwhelming urges that possessed her body, heart and soul.
"I want you just as much."
Cat didn't even try to comprehend how he always knew what she was thinking. Instead, she asked, “Why did you want me to be with Elaina?"
"I didn't.” His blue eyes were dark and piercing. “It's her birthday—you were a gift. Make no mistake, I won't share you again."
His words confused Cat, but she had no time to process them or ask him to clarify his meaning. Ryan dropped his briefs and all Cat could do was gasp in appreciation. The man was more magnificent than she'd ever dreamed possible. His erection stood tall and proud, begging for her attention. Cat had never seen such a beautiful vision, such an erotic display of manhood. Her heart thundered in her chest as her eyes devoured Ryan.
His hand eased over his hard cock, garnering her full attention. She licked her lips, suddenly thinking of the erotically delicious things she wanted to do to him. Pleasuring Ryan Donovan was instantly added to her list of wicked fantasies.
His intense gaze locked with hers. “I didn't want to frighten you. To ... overwhelm you. I knew Elaina would be less threatening, less intimidating."
She nodded her head. “You do intimidate me. But not in the way you think."
He inclined his head to one side and regarded her with a thoughtful look. “How do I intimidate you?"
She smiled, despite the intensely erotic moment and the desire that burned within her. “You make me feel things I've never felt before. You make me want things I've never wanted before."
"What things?"
Cat looked away, ashamed anew. Ryan had her in a vulnerable spot. Everything she'd done since she'd arrived at his mansion, she had told herself, was to secure the Lake Shore Drive property. To achieve the impossible and deliver to Seth the prime piece of real estate he longed to own.
But Cat had to admit, this erotic game Ryan played, this sensual web he'd woven from the onset, enticed her even more than pleasing Seth.
But how could that be?
Because you don't belong to him.
The thought that formed in her head was posed in Ryan's voice. This startled Cat as much as the words did. Her gaze snapped up, meeting his in the mirror mounted on the wall before her, which ran the length of the table she leaned against. His eyes held a hint of mischief, mixed with something else. A possessiveness that made her body pulse with anticipation and excitement.
Cat had no time to process her thoughts as Ryan leaned toward her, nearly curling his muscular body around hers. His fingers ran down her back again, over her bare ass. He cupped one cheek in his large hand before sliding it toward the middle of her, his fingers grazing her cleft.
A wicked jolt shot through her.
"Part your legs for me,” Ryan said on a sharp breath.
Cat widened her stance. His fingers glided over her skin again, sliding between her cheeks, moving down and forward until he stroked her dewy folds. His fingertips pressed against her suddenly throbbing clit, then eased back along her labia. Back and forth, he caressed her, heightening her arousal, making her wetter than she'd ever been before. He stroked her while his mouth went to work on her neck again, his lips and tongue gently teasing her flesh.
Cat let out a low moan. “Oh, yes,” she whispered. Wanting to beg him for more, but too enrapt to form coherent words.
Once again, Ryan seemed to read her mind. Two long, blunt fingers invaded her tight canal. Cat groaned. Having Ryan pleasure her was what she'd wanted all along.
His fingers pumped in and out of her, making her pant and whimper, and surge toward orgasm faster than Elaina could manage, despite her considerable talents.
"Ryan,” she gasped. She wanted more of him. All of him. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as he dove deep, setting every nerve ending on fire and pushing her far beyond her erotic limits. She came hard and fast, one long cry of desire wrested from deep within her, spewing forth as her juices flooded her pussy and coated Ryan's fingers.
A second later, it was him buried deep within her. Thrusting hard as he fucked her, his hands holding her hips in place, holding her steady. Cat's fingertips pressed into the hard wood beneath her hands, her breasts bounced and her backside lifted to meet him thrust for thrust. Their eyes locked in the mirror, holding Cat spellbound.
Having Ryan inside her was more exquisite than she'd imagined. More sensual, more erotic than anything she'd ever known, anything she'd ever dreamed of. He was magnificent. So hard and thick. He filled her completely, stretched her taut. He thrust deep into her, making her whimper and pant and moan.
"Oh, God!” She felt another powerful orgasm build at an outrageously fast pace.
"God's got nothing to do with this.” His eyes flashed in that territorial way she was becoming accustomed to. “Say my name, Cat."
"Ryan.” Her voice was strained, her breath coming in quick puffs of air.
As Ryan continued to fuck her, one of his hands slid down between her legs. As his cock pumped in and out of her, his fingers stroked her clit. Cat gasped for air. It was too much. All of these erotic sensations were too overwhelming. She came again, his name falling from her lips like a desperate plea.
She wanted him to stop. The sensations he evoked overwhelmed her, frightened her.
Yet at the same time ... She didn't want him to stop. Ever. The pleasure was all-consuming, too delicious to be separated from.
Oh, God. What was happening to her?
Ryan growled low and deep, an almost primal sound that further heightened her arousal, though she didn't think that was possible. She'd never been this turned on, never felt this excited, this hot, this swept away.
"You're so tight.” Ryan's breath caressed her skin. “So wet and warm. You feel good, Cat. Better than anything I've ever known."
Cat tore her gaze from the mirror and glanced at him over her shoulder, her now-blurry vision barely able to discern his features through her narrowed slits. Her mouth quivered. Her insides burned with desire. But she couldn't focus on him, couldn't see past the haze of desire that suddenly clouded her mind. Yet she could tell he was close to coming. She could feel the tightening of his body, could sense his release surging through him, as hers did. As though they were connected on some visceral, metaphysical level she could neither explain nor comprehend.
"We are joined together in so many ways,” Ryan whispered. “Soon, you'll understand it all. But right now...” He let out a deep growl. His hands returned to the dip of her waist and he quickened the tempo, pounding harder and faster into her tingling, throbbing pussy. “Right now, I'm going to come inside you, Cat."
"Oh, God, yes!"
His words, and the possessive tone in which he'd spoken them, sparked another intense orgasm that tore through her body and made her mumble incoherently. A second later, she felt Ryan's hot seed flood her pussy. He let out a low roar that filled the room as he came. His ocean blue eyes glowed brightly, their luminescence so mesmerizing, Cat couldn't tear her gaze from him. Her insides contracted all around him, milking his erection, drawing out every last bit of pleasure as her vagina throbbed and pulsed and clung to the hard rod that invaded the tight space.
When Ryan's convulsing body steadied, he drew away from her, easing his cock out of her wet pussy, which was hesitant to relinquish its hold on him. An amused look crossed his handsome face as Cat's inner walls clutched at him, seemingly of their own volition.
Cat finally released him, something deep within her bemoaning the loss. The broken connection.
A peculiar void seemed to open inside her. The empty feeling deep within was strong. Palpable. It almost made her weep.
But then Ryan wrapped his strong arms around her and held her to him, and the bleak abyss closed.
He helped her to the bed and eased her down so she sat on the edge.
"Stay here.” He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. She heard
the water run, then he returned with a towel in his hand. He knelt before her and gently cleaned her inner thighs. He eased the warm towel over her still-wet folds, whisking away the remnants of their desire.
When he was finished, he returned the towel to the bathroom, then pulled on his black dress pants and scooped up his discarded shirt from the floor. He draped it over Cat's shoulders and she slid her arms through the holes.
Her breathing still hadn't resumed its normal rate. She swiped at the small drop of blood that remained on her lip. She stared at the crimson dollop a moment, perplexed by it. She lifted her gaze to Ryan, who watched her intently as he sat in one of the large chairs halfway across the room. Moonlight streamed into the room at an angle, casting shadows over his handsome face. But his eyes were radiant and shimmering, penetrating the darkness.
It suddenly occurred to Cat that he hadn't kissed her. Not once before, during or after their torrid lovemaking. She frowned.
Rubbing the blood between her finger and thumb until her skin absorbed it, leaving only remnants of a crimson stain, she contemplated everything that had happened to her since she'd arrived at the mansion. None of it made sense to her.
Finally, giving up, she shifted her attention back to Ryan. “Do you intend to uphold your end of the deal?"
He moved forward, out of the shadows. His elbows rested on his knees and his head dipped between his shoulders for a moment before he lifted it and gazed at her. His jaw tightened. “No."
Somehow, she wasn't surprised. But her anger was sparked nonetheless. “I did everything you asked of me."
"Yes.” He got to his feet in a fluid, graceful movement that mesmerized her. With just a few long strides, he stood before her.
"You lied to me.” Her heart constricted. The betrayal stung, though she didn't know why.
"Yes.” He raked a hand through his dark hair. “I won't do it again. But this time ... I had no choice."
