Amaury's Hellion

by Tina Folsom

  “Do you remember what you did to me last night?”

  “Yes.” Her throat was dry. She remembered all too well.

  “No, you don’t. You’ve never felt as frustrated as I did last night. May I demonstrate?” He didn’t wait for her permission.

  His hand stroked her hip before he slipped it between her legs, touching her through the fabric of her panties. She sighed involuntarily. His touch wasn’t rough as she’d expected, but gentle, teasing. Had he not come to punish her after all?

  “I was so fucking hard for you last night,” he continued whispering into her ear while his finger ran along her folds. “I was in agony with wanting to be inside you.”

  Her breath hitched at the thought of it. He wanted her—he still wanted her. The thought elated her.

  Amaury’s hand drew up and briefly slipped over her clit, before he let it slide into her panties. Nina held her breath as he traveled through her curly mound of hair, then stroked lower. The heat shooting through her core made her exhale sharply. When his finger touched her naked sex, she realized she was wet and yearning to be taken by him.

  “I wanted my cock in you last night. To fill you, again and again. I wanted to eat your pussy and make you come with my mouth.”

  The images he was projecting together with his probing finger at her core, made her break out in an instant hot flash. His mouth nipped at her earlobe, not helping either. Instead of trying to stop him, she tilted her pelvis toward his hand. This was madness. But she didn’t care. He was different from other men. He hadn’t come back to hurt her, he’d come to give her pleasure.

  “I wondered what you would taste like,” he said and dipped his finger into her. Her hips bucked toward him, wanting more, but Amaury instantly pulled out and away from her. She looked up at him and saw how his finger came to his lips, and how he sucked it into his mouth, licking it clean.

  “Delicious.”

  Nina gasped and felt her knees buckle. He was seducing her, plain and simple, and she had no defenses. They had all crumbled, and she hadn’t even seen it happen.

  “Amaury, please …” She had no idea what she wanted to ask him or tell him. Her brain was mush. His scent was all around her, enveloping her in a cocoon of desire.

  Maybe he had understood what she was unable to tell him, because his hand came back, and again he slipped it into her panties. He penetrated her once more, then withdrew instantly and pulled his finger up and over her clit, circling it slowly.

  “And I was wondering what it would feel like if you came for me, if your muscles clenched around my cock, milking me, making me spill inside you.” Amaury spoke slowly, his voice husky and calm at the same time. This was not the voice of an angry man. He wasn’t hurting her with his touch. Instead he was tempting her to surrender to him.

  Her hand had a mind of its own as it suddenly reached for him, finding his swollen shaft hidden behind the fabric of his pants. She felt how hard he was for her. Before she could enjoy the heat under her palm, he gripped her hand and pulled it away.

  “No touching. Tonight, I get to touch you, not the other way around.”

  Nina looked into his eyes and was drawn into the blue of them, their depth, their beauty. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, touch him, feel him inside her.

  “Kiss me.”

  He shook his head and went back to his task of touching her. His thumb stroked over her center of pleasure, first very lightly, almost as if by accident. But she knew nothing he did was an accident. While his lips kissed alongside her neck, a neck she offered him without fear he would bite, his finger slipped into her tight sheath. Slowly and steadily he drove deep, then withdrew. Every time he plunged deeper she tried to hold onto his finger by tightening her muscles, but every time he withdrew, leaving her wanting.

  “More.” She didn’t care that she begged. She was beyond foolish pride.

  “So you like that?” His voice hummed against the dent at the base of her neck. “Tell me what you want.”

  She moistened her dry lips. Finally he’d give her what she needed. “More.”

  “More of what?” Amaury withdrew his finger completely.

  “Please. More. More fingers. Deeper.” She was unable to form a coherent sentence. All she could think of was the pleasure he gave her with his touch.

  “Like this?” He drove two fingers into her channel.

  Nina bucked against him. “Oh, yes!” Her muscles pulsated around him as she tried to stop him from withdrawing. But she couldn’t prevent him from his intent to leave her bereft.

  “How about your clit? Do you want me to touch it?” His hand hovered and she tilted her pelvis toward him. But he pulled back. “You have to ask for it.”

  “Amaury, please, touch me.” She would say anything to have his touch back, to have him finish what he’d started.

  He didn’t make it easy. “Where?”

  “Touch my clit.” Her breath was ragged, her voice low.

  A second later, Nina felt his thumb stroke her where she needed it most. She leaned her head against his shoulder, breathing in his male scent. She needed this man, this vampire. There was no reason to deny it. He awoke everything female in her. When she was near him she felt like a bitch in heat. She was disgusted with herself for her weakness, but she couldn’t fight against it any longer.

  Amaury knew exactly how to touch her, how to create all those delicious sensations in her body that rendered her nearly delirious with pleasure. Without a doubt she wanted him, couldn’t wait to feel his strong body claim her, brand her. And she knew it was how it would be: a fierce claiming, a powerful possession. Because he had the power over her body to make her surrender to him.

  And surrender she would, not caring what he would do once she did, as long as his body was there to soothe her need, to fill that gaping void, to quell her thirst for more.

  “Make love to me,” she heard her own voice beg.

  ***

  Amaury heard the words he’d waited for and released her from his embrace. Reluctant, for sure, but nevertheless determined to execute his plan. She had left him aroused and wanting the night before. Now he would return the favor. It was the only way to pay her back.

  His cock protested vehemently as he pulled back, but for once he wouldn’t listen to his dick. She was ripe for the taking, begging him, but he wouldn’t, as much as it pained him.

  “Good night, Nina.”

  He turned and stalked toward the door, anxious to leave quickly so he wouldn’t lose his resolve.

  “You can’t leave now!” There was a twinge of desperation in her voice. Had he also sounded like that the night before?

  “Watch me.” Amaury stepped through the door and shut it behind him. He heard Nina’s voice calling for him as he walked through the dark corridor, but he didn’t turn back.

  When he walked into the cool night air, he braced himself for a moment. God, he wanted that woman. He’d tasted her arousal and her blood, and both were the sweetest tastes he’d ever had. He could lose himself in her.

  At first it had seemed like a good plan to do to her what she’d done to him: arouse her and then leave her unsatisfied. But touching her this intimately, tasting her arousal, and feeling her response to him, had gotten him more randy than a sailor after a twelve-month tour on board a ship. And half as refined. The way he felt right now, he’d do her in the street in full view of the entire city and not give a rat’s ass about exposure. Or common decency.

  He had to get out of here, before he went back, threw her onto the floor and took her like the savage he was, not caring if she wanted him or not. Only eager to still his own lust.

  Amaury clicked the remote for the car and heard the familiar beeps. His black Porsche was parked only a few yards away. Normally he didn’t use the car for short trips downtown, but Gabriel and the others were expecting him for the first set of one-on-one interviews with the employees they had selected during the staff meetings.

  The car door was jerked out
of his hand and slammed shut just as he opened it. He recognized the foot that had hit the door.

  “You’re not leaving!” Nina’s furious voice was right behind him. He swiveled to face her and wished he hadn’t. Her eyes still showed signs of arousal, but now they were interlaced with anger. The combination was lethal. What man would ever be able to resist a woman who looked at him that way?

  “Go back home, Nina.” He tampered down his urge to grab her.

  “That’s all you’ve got to say?” He saw the hurt in her face.

  “You should stay away from me.” He was no good for her. Eventually he would hurt her, and it would be worse than what she felt now. If he was smart, he would wipe her memory of him right now and be done with it. But all his smarts had deserted him for the night.

  “You’re rejecting me, after the way you touched me?”

  “That’s right.” His throat felt tight, and he couldn’t breathe.

  “Fine. Go, leave. I don’t need you. There are plenty of men in this city who’ll take what I’m offering. And what do I care who it is? As long as he’s got a big dick, there’s no difference to me anyway! Somebody will finish what you’ve started.” Nina turned on her heels.

  Had he heard right? Another man? She was going to sleep with another man?

  Amaury snatched her by her jacket and pulled her back to face him. She was going to let another man touch her, kiss her, make love to her? Over his fucking dead body!

  “Get in the damn car!”

  She shot him a surprised look.

  “Now!” Before he lost it and took her against the car door to assert his claim.

  The moment they both sat in the car, he stepped on the gas and shot into the street. He was reeling. She’d manipulated him, pushed his buttons. The little vixen had made him jealous! Him, the man who couldn’t care less about women unless it was to scratch an itch.

  A warm hand slipped onto his thigh, and he let out a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

  Nina leaned into him, which wasn’t difficult considering how small the inside of his Porsche Carrera was. “Neither do you.”

  Her hand travelled higher up his thigh, playing havoc with his concentration. He sped up and ran a red light. Angry honking behind him followed, but he ignored it.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game.” His warning seemed to go right over her head, as her palm suddenly cupped the bulge in his pants. Had there been any space in the car, he would have leapt out of his seat, but alas, all he could do was let out a frustrated moan. “Are you trying to make me crash the car?”

  “I just want to make sure you won’t change your mind again.”

  Amaury shot her a sideways glance. “I can make you a promise right now. You won’t get away from me until I’ve fucked you every which way I can think of, and then some. And then I’ll do it all over again, because you’ll beg me to.”

  He didn’t care that he sounded arrogant. He didn’t care about anything at this point. All he wanted was to be inside her. Only then would he be able to think clearly again. Right, that was what he needed. He was sure afterwards things would go back to normal for him.

  Her warm palm squeezed his erection as if in agreement, and he let out a stifled groan.

  “Damn it, Nina, can’t you wait two minutes?”

  “Drive faster if you don’t want to get arrested for getting a blow job in the car.”

  His foot pressed the gas pedal in desperation, while he felt her nudging open the zipper of his pants. A block before his building her hand reached in to pull out his cock. He hit the garage door opener and increased the speed, gritting his teeth.

  The Porsche shot into the large private garage with not a second to spare, the garage door already closing behind them. The instant he came to a stop and killed the engine, he pulled her hand off and yanked her toward him.

  “You know what happens to naughty girls?”

  Nina looked almost innocent when she shook her short blonde curls, tickling his face with them. Her intoxicating scent wrapped around him. “No.”

  “They’ll end up with real bad boys.”

  “Like you?” A flicker of excitement illuminated her eyes.

  “Like me.” She had no idea what she was getting into and neither did he.

  “Are you still angry with me?”

  “Yes.” But he would redirect his anger and turn it into passion instead.

  “Do you want to spank me again?”

  He raised an eyebrow. She sounded just a little too eager. What the hell had he started? What if he couldn’t handle her? Or was she just what he needed? “I’ll think about it.”

  Amaury gazed at her red lips which beckoned for a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs. This car is not conducive for what I have in mind.” Because one kiss would lead to much more, and he sure couldn’t move in the damn car.

  When he got out of the Porsche, he realized his cock was still peeking out of his pants. A cool breeze blew against his flesh. But he didn’t bother adjusting himself. The garage was private and the elevator he had built in led directly into his apartment. None of the tenants had access to it.

  As soon as he’d pulled Nina into the elevator and pushed the button to the top floor, he pressed her flat against the wall and sank his hungry lips onto hers.

  He meant it when he’d said he wouldn’t let her go until he’d thoroughly fucked her. And he wasn’t going to waste another damn minute. The elevator was as good a place to start as any. The housekeeper had come by the day before, so he knew even the floor of the elevator was spotless, just in case he would decide to make use of it. Maybe he would.

  Amaury crushed her lips with his and dipped into her delicious mouth, searching out her talented tongue. Her response was hard and determined, drawing him into her tantalizing depths. Inviting him, pulling him in, then withdrawing so he would come after her. Playing not hard to get, but hard to keep. A challenge he only too gladly accepted.

  He released a sigh and forged deeper, barely able to breathe, yet unable to stop the kiss. She tasted too sweet, too innocent, when he knew she wasn’t innocent, not by a long shot. Not the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth the night before or the way she kissed him now.

  Nina’s hands eagerly tugged at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders with ease. She seemed to like undressing him, and he welcomed it since his body was heating up fast. The eight-by-four-foot space would turn into a sauna shortly, given the body heat they were generating. Just as well, since he was planning on stripping her naked in seconds.

  Amaury liberated her from the leather jacket she still wore, dropping it unceremoniously onto the clean floor. She wore a t-shirt underneath. When he pulled her against his chest, he felt her soft breasts mold to him without a bra impeding them. He appreciated the simplicity of her clothing, her no-frills style.

  His hand found its way underneath her shirt, instantly relishing the softness and warmth of her skin. He let the moment sink in, enjoyed the first contact of skin on skin, before he allowed himself to move upwards, where her twin globes beckoned to be attended to.

  His fingertips reached her first, touched the underside of her breast, then slid further north, searching and then finding the hardened little bud which already stood erect as if greeting his arrival. So he returned the gesture by stroking his thumb over it, applying just enough pressure to elicit a soft moan from its owner. A moan he’d anticipated and now captured with his hungry mouth. A moan which now reverberated through his body, awakening cells long dormant, sensations long forgotten.

  “Somebody will see us,” Nina whispered against his lips. He curled the ends of his mouth upwards. Her concern was unwarranted, but she couldn’t know that, and he wouldn’t tell her. She seemed like the kind of woman who would like the added risk of being discovered. And he wanted her just as horny as he was right now.

  “So what? I promise you, I won’t let anybody join in.” Not that he had any objections to threesomes, but when it came
to Nina he didn’t want to share her. This was just between the two of them. Private. Intimate.

  He pushed her t-shirt up. “Take it off, Nina.”

  “Make me.”

  She wanted to play? He growled low and dark, then tugged at it with his teeth. One pull and the shirt ripped, gaping open in the middle.

  “You’re bad.” Her voice was breathless, but not accusing.

  “I haven’t started yet.”

  Amaury reached for her beautiful round breasts, taking them into his hands, letting their weight be supported by his palms. As he squeezed lightly, he saw her lashes drop to half mast, partially hiding the desire in her eyes. Her gaze locked with his. Again he kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, and she reacted by pulling her lower lip between her teeth.

  His cock tilted toward her, and he did himself a favor and pressed his loins against her sex. She answered by slinging her arms around his neck and pulling his face to her.

  “Kiss me like you mean it.” It was her demand, not his. Her wish, her choice.

  Amaury’s hand snaked around her back, while the other one slid to the back of her neck. He took her mouth hard and without mercy, forcing her lips open, driving his tongue into her like the spear of an ancient warrior, and he conquered. There was no resistance. She was his.

  With one hand he jerked the button to her jeans open, then pulled the zipper down. Like a mirror image she did the same to him. He needed both his hands to nudge her tight jeans down her hips.

  “Help me.”

  Her hands joined in, and seconds later her pants fell to the ground. His own followed moments later and were instantly followed by his shirt and the torn rags which used to be her t-shirt. He didn’t have the patience to let her take off her panties, so he ripped them off her. He’d buy her new ones. Actually, on second thought, he would make sure she’d never again wear any underwear.

  Naked they stood in front of each other. The elevator had long since stopped on the top floor, but the door hadn’t opened. It would only do so if he used his key which was buried somewhere in the pile of clothes on the floor.