Morgan, Nicole - Sweet Vengeance [Sweet Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Nicole Morgan

  She wrapped her hand around him and began pumping him, all the while sucking and licking every inch of the swollen purplish head.

  “Chelsea, you’ve got to stop. If you don’t, I’m gonna come.” His low voice told her just how true his words were.

  Yes. That was what she wanted. She’d never experienced it before. She wanted it now, with him, she wanted to taste him as he…her thoughts were interrupted. He was pulling her up to a standing position.

  “What’s wrong?” She felt overwhelmed with insecurity. Had she done something wrong? Was it not good?

  “Oh, sugar…nothing’s wrong. God, you were amazing. But I have to be inside you. Your pussy is so tight and feels so good.” He was leaning her back against the kitchen table while speaking to her in his low, sexy voice.

  She loved when his voice sounded like that. Looking up from her awkward position lying on her table, she watched as he rolled the condom on. Next time she was going to do that. It looked so amazing when he slid it on.

  “Lift your legs, Chelsea. Wrap your ankles around my neck.”

  She was shocked by his request, but did it anyway. It seemed anything and everything Adam suggested to her, she was willing to do.

  “Yes.” She screamed at the exquisite feel of him sliding inside of her.

  She knew he was large, not just from the sight of him, but the feel of him in her mouth. For some reason though, his size, despite the enormity of it, was perfect. It stroked her, massaged every nerve ending along her inner walls.

  It was happening again, that wonderful feeling that overcame her every time he took her to the darkest places of her desires. Her womb became unbearably hot. The need for friction was as important as her need for air. She needed just a little something more. She trailed her hand down her stomach and slid her fingers down against her pussy.

  Adam’s stared at her while she was strumming her clit and he slammed into her. She reached underneath her shirt to massage and pinch one of her nipples. The effects of being able to see his eyes as he watched her were teasing her already lust filled senses.

  “Sugar? Do you have any idea what it does to me to see you touch yourself like that?”

  The sound of his voice brought her back to reality. She had been so lost in the incredible sensations she was feeling, she hadn’t even realized that she was doing it. She began to stop, but knew if she did, so would he, and right now she needed Adam, needed to be filled with him.

  She continued playing herself, coaxing herself to orgasm, only this time she was watching him. She loved how his eyes glazed over with something that she could only describe as an animalistic passion.

  “Yes…oh, Adam…I’m so close.” It hit her just as fast as her arousal for him did every time he looked at her.

  Her orgasm exploded her senses. With her legs wrapped around his neck, and his cock still pumping into her, she felt the hot fluid of her climax seep out of her and coat her fingers.

  “Lick it, sugar. Please, do it for me, let me watch you taste yourself.” His voice was strained.

  Chelsea, unwilling to do anything than what he asked of her, brought her fingers to her mouth and slid them inside her mouth. Sucking on them, she smiled when she saw Adam lose control.

  A groan and then a howl tore from somewhere deep inside of him. He screamed something that might have been her name, but at the same time was incomprehensible.

  He brought his body down on top of hers. His chest heaving and clearly out of breath, he laid there on top of her.

  She slid her legs down to wrap around his back when he came down on top of her. Wrapping her arms around him she felt a tightness wrap around her heart like a warm and fuzzy blanket.

  Oh God no, she was falling in love with him.

  Chapter 15

  Adam was still coming down from the high of losing himself in her for the second time that day. Her delicate fingers were stroking and caressing his back. It felt so good, so peaceful to lay there with her.

  He pulled himself up, resting his forearms on either side of her face and kissed her. Her hazel eyes once again mesmerized him. The colors and the way they seemed to shimmer before, during, and after they made love drove him crazy.

  Neither one of them said anything for a moment as he continued to stare into the dancing colors of her eyes. She was so alluring he wouldn’t have any trouble believing that she was really the devil, coming to him, prepared to offer him ecstasy in exchange for his soul. Knowing how good she felt, he knew he would happily comply. That knowledge made him feel more than a little uneasy. That and…it suddenly hit him. He replayed his thoughts in his mind. He hadn’t just thought about fucking her, he had thought of it as making love.

  Quickly, he pulled himself up and off of her, effectively breaking their intimate connection as he slid out of her dripping heat.

  “Adam? What’s wrong?”

  Shit. Look at her. Lying there on her kitchen table with her legs spread open for him. She would have no idea how badly he wanted to pick her up and carry her upstairs to wherever her bed was and rock in and out of her all over again. Damn it! Why did she have to get to him? Flashes of Ally raced through his mind.

  “I have to leave.”

  A look of pure shock swept across her face. “What? Why, I thought…I mean…why?”

  He had to turn away from the hurt he saw on her face. It irritated him that he actually cared that she was hurt. He didn’t promise her anything. They certainly weren’t a couple. He could come and go whenever he pleased. He knew that was true. So why did the shakiness of her voice bother him so much?

  Turning back around, and while pulling up his pants, he looked at her, but avoided her eyes. “I’ve got stuff to do, that’s all.”

  Her shock only increased. “That’s it? You have stuff to do?”

  Do it, Adam, he told himself. If he stayed any longer or dared to look into her eyes, he knew he wouldn’t leave. He would stay here with her, he would take her upstairs, and he would make love to her. That was a connection that he wasn’t willing or ready to make.

  “Just stuff, I didn’t realize I had to answer to you.” He knew it was harsh, but he also knew it was necessary if there was any chance he was going to get out of here and away from her.

  “I thought that…I mean, you said that you didn’t want me to see anyone else. I’m not saying you can’t leave, of course you can go if you have things to do, but why are you acting so…” She stopped talking and bit her tongue before she said anymore.

  “Just because I don’t want you dating that shit Bristow doesn’t mean that I have to answer to you. Shit, it’s not like we’re in a relationship or anything.”

  What? She never said that, she just thought that…wait, what was going on here? He had just been furious with her for even considering going out with someone else not too long ago.

  “What are you talking about?” She got up from the awkward position she was in and readjusted her skirt.

  With his back turned to her and his hands placed firmly on the countertop, he answered. “Look…we’re great together, I won’t deny that. That’s all it can be though. I don’t need, nor do I want a girlfriend.”

  She certainly hadn’t expected after two days and a few orgasms to be considered his girlfriend, but…or did she? Was that why hearing him say the words cut so deep? Had she subconsciously already put herself in that role? It was crazy to assume such a thing, but she was pretty sure that was exactly what she’d done. There was no denying the intensity of the feelings she had just felt for him only moments ago.

  Suddenly angry for his rude treatment, she snapped back. “I never said I wanted to be your girlfriend either. Jesus, you really are arrogant. You wanna go, then go, I’m not stopping you.” She reached down to pick up her panties on the floor.

  He turned to her and stopped her from bending over by grabbing her arm. Pulling her closer, he framed her face with his hands and looked at her. “Chelsea, I’m not trying to hurt you. I just don’t have any ro
om or need for a girlfriend right now.”

  She was shocked that his feeble attempt to soothe her had actually hurt worse. So, he didn’t need a girl, or a girlfriend, in his life, but he did need to fuck her. Wasn’t that the word he used when he showed up here? Didn’t he say that he needed to be with her, needed to feel inside of her? Who the hell did he think he was, treating her like a piece of garbage?

  She pushed his hands away and walked to the other side of the room, needing to be as far away from him as possible, knowing when he was near she could lose herself in his touch in a split second.

  “I see.” She held her hand up to stop him when he started to come near her. “No, it’s fine. You’re right, Adam. You didn’t promise me anything, I just assumed when…never mind, it doesn’t matter. Go ahead and leave, go do your stuff.”

  “Chelsea, I don’t want you to be upset.” His calm voice sounded as though they were talking about the weather.

  With a mocking laugh she answered his ridiculous statement, “Upset? No, I’m not upset. There’s nothing to be upset about. You go do your stuff, I’m fine. I have some stuff to do myself, so it’s probably best you do go.” Purposely she emphasized her last sentence, wanting, needing, to make him feel just a little bit of the hurt she was feeling.

  Adam cocked an eyebrow at her. “What stuff do you have to do, Chelsea?”

  She couldn’t look at him. She knew if she did his eyes boring into hers would give her hurt away. “Just stuff. You can see yourself out.”

  As she started to walk from the kitchen to the stairs, he grabbed her, spun her around, and pinned her up against the wall. The feel of his body pressed so tightly against hers was the last thing that she needed to keep her mind clear.

  “Adam, let me go.” Her shaky voice gave away her physical reaction much too easily.

  “No. I’m not letting you go until you tell me what stuff you have to do.” His eyes were staring directly into hers.

  She turned away, not wanting to look into the chocolaty depths that were piercing her. “I can’t believe you. You refuse to let me go, when you’re the one who was so eager to get out of here, especially after we…” She stopped herself before she said it. No way would she show him how hurt she was.

  He laughed at her then. “Ah, so I was right. You are hurt, so you’re acting like a spoiled child. Well, you are not my girlfriend and I do have stuff to do.” He kissed the side of her neck, trailing his tongue from her ear to the sensitive cup that her collarbone made in her shoulder.

  She hated how good it felt to have his tongue on her again. Hated how he was being an incredibly insensitive prick, and yet her pussy was already starting to throb and ache for him all over again.

  “There now…that’s my sugar. I’ll come back later, okay, and I’ll make you feel good all over again.” He cocked a sexy smile at her.

  That was it! The final straw. What was she, some sort of oversexed nymph that he thought all he had to do was fuck her and make her come and everything was fine and dandy? No way in hell would she be his little plaything.

  Pushing strongly at his shoulders, she forced him away. “No, Adam, you won’t come back here later. Please leave, I have a date to get ready for.”

  She refused to look at him, but she knew in that moment the tension in the room had elevated to a dangerous level. His eyes were still boring down on her. She could see his gaze from out of the corner of her eyes. If she looked at him, she was sure that he would incinerate her with the intensity of it.

  “You have a what to get ready for?” His voice was low, but definitely angry.

  Chelsea told herself to remain calm, to ignore the pounding she felt in her heart. “You heard me, Adam, a date. Like you said, I’m not your girlfriend, you are able to come and go as you please.” This time she did turn to him, but she almost wished she hadn’t.

  “Don’t tell me that you expected me to wait around here for you until the next time you decided you had time or the inclination to see me?” She wished she didn’t see the tightening of his jaw or feel the strong grip of his hands on her arms tighten.

  “What I expected is that you would respect the conversation we had just a little while ago when I told you I didn’t want you going out with him. No girl that I’m fucking is gonna—”

  Whap! She slapped him clear across his face and was sure that the pain she felt in her hand was far worse than what his cheek felt at the moment.

  “How dare you? I am not your whore! Get out of my house! Get out!” She screamed the words and backed away from him as he tried to come near her.

  “Chelsea, please listen to me, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

  Beyond anger, she pushed him toward the door and shoved him outside, slamming it in his face as he tried to gain entry again.

  “Chelsea, come on. Sugar, please…I didn’t mean it that way.” His shouts sounded from the other side of the door.

  “Leave me alone, Adam.” She fought the tears that were starting to seep into her eyes. “Just go. You go do what you have to do and I’ll do what I have to do.”

  A sudden pound sounded on the door. “Chelsea, goddamn it! Don’t you even think about going out on that date with that prick Bristow! Do you hear me? I mean it, Chelsea! Do not go out with him!”

  She walked up the stairs, ignoring his shouts and bangs on her door. Walking into her bathroom to turn on her shower, for the third time that day she let the tears flow freely. What had she expected? She had behaved like a whore. She offered herself to him with little or no talking at all. She didn’t ask him for any promises, and he certainly hadn’t offered any.

  This was her fault for expecting anything for him. He didn’t want a girlfriend and that was that. So, she’d go on her date with Cullen Jr. and try in some small way to salvage what little self-esteem she had left.

  Chapter 16

  Adam slammed his front door after leaving Chelsea’s house. He couldn’t believe that she was actually going to go out on a date with that prick Bristow. Sure he was aware that he had no reason to hate the guy, but damn if he didn’t dislike the hell out of him for asking Chelsea out.

  The knowledge that he was acting like a jealous asshole only made him more irritated. He knew that he had treated her like dirt and acted as though she were nothing but a bed partner. What she didn’t realize though, was that no matter how amazing it was being with her, it just wasn’t in the cards for him. He’d had his chance at happiness and like a stubborn ass, he had blown it. No, Chelsea was much better off without him. That much he was sure of. He just wished that she was better off without him while not dating other people. It was a selfish emotion, but it was an honest one.

  He needed to get out of the house. Deciding a long and rigorous workout at the gym was just what he needed, he was headed toward his bedroom to change when he heard his phone ring.

  Pulling it from his pocket he flipped it open. “Hello?”

  “I’d sound a little happier to hear from me if I were you, Collins.” A casually friendly voice said from the other end of the phone.

  “Taylor? What’d you find?” Adam asked the private detective he hired.

  “Well…no hello, how are you? Okay, fine have it your way. I know you’re anxious to find this guy. It just so happens that’s why I’m calling. I’ve got a lead.”

  Adam was in no mood for games. “Out with it then. I am paying you for information, not your witty conversation skills. Did you find where he was holed up?”

  “No, I said I had a lead, not his location.”

  “Listen here, you shit, I’m paying, you got that? Now what the fuck did you find out?”

  “All right, cool your jets, big guy. I was just playing with you. Here’s the deal, Bianchi is supposed to meet with his father later tonight. At some little out of the way restaurant in some hick town on the outskirts of the city.”

  “How would you know this? No one’s stupid enough to spill any information on the Bianchis. Who talked?”

 
“One of the guards, he has a little…shall we say…addiction that he doesn’t want anyone to know about. I, being the great detective that I am, found out about his little obsession. The stupid guy actually thinks it’d be better to betray the Bianchi family, than have anyone learn his secret.”

  “What’s his secret?” Adam’s asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

  “Let’s just say he would like me more than my sister. Regardless, when I approached him with knowledge of pictures, he was willing to talk really fast.”

  “Jesus, you took pictures of him with other guys? I asked you to spy on Bianchi, not get into the porn industry.”

  “Relax. I didn’t really have any pictures. He just thinks I did.” He took a breath before continuing. “The thing is, I’m not entirely sure it’s Danny Bianchi meeting the old man, but this has been our best lead yet. I think it’s a good one though. Call it a hunch, if you will.”

  Adams patience was wearing thin. “Would you just get on with it then? What do you think you have? Tell me what happened, what the guy said, and start at the beginning.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  No shit, Adam thought to himself. “So?”

  “All right, this guy overheard Bianchi Sr. arguing on the phone with someone. He apparently called the person a disgrace to the Bianchi name and told him he should be ashamed of himself for his actions. He went on to scream at this person and say that, just because they are family doesn’t mean there still isn’t a price on their head.”

  Taylor took a breath before continuing. “So, I know the Bianchis are a big organization and family, but it just seems to be that it was probably, Danny.”

  Adam reluctantly agreed with him, still hesitant to get his hopes up after trying to track this guy down for a year. “Yeah, it sounds that way to me, too. So where’s this hick town at?”

  He waited while the sound of rustling papers echoed through the phone. “Shit man, get organized, where is it?”