Blaak Magic

by Boroughs PublishingGroup

  BLAAK MAGIC

  Manisha Kumar

  Copyright 2012 Manisha Kumar

  Smashwords Edition

  BLAAK MAGIC

  Lies, lust, and passion. Is it magic...or something stronger?

  BLAAK MAGIC

  Manisha Kumar

  www.BOROUGHSPUBLISHINGGROUP.com

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, business establishments or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Boroughs Publishing Group does not have any control over and does not assume responsibility for author or third-party websites, blogs or critiques or their content.

  BLAAK MAGIC

  Copyright © 2012 Manisha Kumar

  All rights reserved. Unless specifically noted, no part of this publication may be reproduced, scanned, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of Boroughs Publishing Group. The scanning, uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or by any other means without the permission of Boroughs Publishing Group is illegal and punishable by law. Participation in the piracy of copyrighted materials violates the author’s rights.

  Digital edition created by Maureen Cutajar

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  ISBN 978-1-938876-10-3

  To my boys, for loving me unconditionally.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  A massive thank you to the Tweaking Madd crew for allowing me to be a part of something great, Anjana for always taking the time to read what I write, and lastly to Jill and the team at Boroughs Publishing Group for giving me a chance.

  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  The Photos

  Lucas Blaak

  Realization

  Confrontation

  New Beginnings

  Author Bio

  The Photos

  They say pictures paint a thousand words. Yet these photos were only breaking Lacy Miller’s heart. Her husband, Chase, the bastard, was cheating on her and with some blonde hussy. She scattered half a dozen photos on the work bench. Photos of him in positions that would have shamed the Karma Sutra. They were time stamped. The most recent ones from two nights ago. Lacy sat down as she stared into the air, trying to make her brain function.

  They were happy… right? Well obviously not if he’s been screwing around. She scowled to herself. Her fingers shook as she picked them up and walked over to the front counter. She carefully arranged them so that when he walked in they would be the first thing he saw. Lacy had closed her book shop early. The romantic dinner that she had planned would definitely not be happening.

  She stepped back as she heard the key twisting in the front door. Chase smiled at her as he walked in and for the first time she realized that it didn’t reach his eyes. His baby blue eyes looked at her face then down to the counter as he got closer. His expression clearly showing the horror of what Lacy had in her possession. He scanned them, and just as quickly he looked away.

  “Fuck, Lacy, you weren’t meant to find out like this.” He reached for her across the counter. She stepped back out of his reach.

  “Really? How was I supposed to find out?” Her voice was so calm she surprised herself. “How long has it been going on for?”

  “Six months.”

  And there it was. In two words he became a stranger and shattered her world. Lacy wanted to fling herself at him, hitting him with everything she had, but she knew she needed to stay calm. How he had changed from the sixteen year old lanky, unsure boy. He had been a boy who looked odd in his skin, in his too tall, too skinny body. It was those piercing blue eyes and his boyish smile that had attracted her to him.

  But the young boy she remembered had changed during their six-year marriage. His inept body had become hard-muscled and toned. Although he was lean, he was no longer skinny, and he had finally grown into his face.

  “I didn’t mean it to happen. I don’t know, it just happened,” he said fiddling with his pockets, trying to avoid any eye contact.

  “Who is she?” The words barely came out as a whisper. Lacy could feel the sob rising in her throat.

  “Sienna, my assistant. Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t plan for this to happen, and she understands me.”

  “She understands you? She understands you! She’s your eighteen-year-old assistant with fake tits and she understands you!” Lacy could feel her voice rising louder in her little bookstore.

  This couldn’t be happening, not to her. Her perfect world was being taken away from her by an eighteen-year-old floozy who obviously couldn’t keep her damn legs closed. How did they get to this point in time where the trust, the bond that she had with her husband had been torn into pieces? They had married young, had been high school sweethearts. They were the couple everyone wanted to be.

  Not in a million year’s would Lacy have cheated and not in a million years would she have believed that her husband would succumb to the urges to try something new.

  Maybe she wasn’t aggressive enough in bed. Maybe she should have been open to trying new things. He was her first and she had thought he would be her last.

  It all started to make sense, the late nights, the not answering phone calls, and weekends away. That was trust. When you trust the person, you don’t feel the need to question their actions. That just made her an easy target. Lacy has always been a person who gave people her trust. What they did with it was up to them.

  “How could you do this to me? Was I not enough?” Lacy shuddered as she thought about him and that tart in bed together.

  “We got married too young, I realize that now. I felt trapped like maybe we shouldn’t have rushed, I don’t know. But I don’t want to lose you or us. We can make this work. Maybe we need a break.”

  “This is a marriage Chase, not a one night stand. We have been married for six years. If you felt that way you should have spoken to me, not ran around with somebody else to bring back your teenage years. I may have been able to forgive one indiscretion, but six months! Go right ahead and fool around, do whatever you want. Get your stuff and get the hell out.”

  With as much dignity as she could muster, Lacy grabbed her hand bag and walked out. She walked straight to her car, her little black mini-cooper that she had so lovingly named Daisy. As she slid into the driver’s side, the tears flowed freely down her face. She sobbed uncontrollably. Her world, the one that she worked so hard to build for them, was destroyed. Six months? How had she not noticed?

  Lacy hadn’t paid attention. He had his life as a business lawyer and she had hers as a bookstore owner. She’d built herself up. Gotten a business loan, found the right location. They’d supported each other like every couple did. It wasn’t a big shop but it was enough for her in the heart of Parramatta.

  Lacy specialised in children’s books with a coffee shop inside. It had been one of her proudest moments when she’d finally finished renovating it. It had been in poor shape, an old abandoned real estate business that hadn’t been used in over thirty years.

  They were a family, they stood by each other, and he was her other half. Now he was the man who’d just broken her heart and made her cry.

  Lucas Blaak

  Lacy got herself together and drove to the first place she could think of. She parked her car out the front, ran up the walkway and pounded furiously on the door.

  The throbbing pain in her head had her nearly on her knees. Her eyes burnt with the tears she had shed, but Lac
y refused to shed any more. The door swung open and Lucas stood there, staring at her. The man had enough sex appeal and good old-fashioned charm that he had nuns needing to change their damn panties.

  He wore no shirt and loose jeans with the top button undone. His muscles were toned and defined, a light scattering of fine hair covered his chest then trailed down to his lower abdomen. His hair was mussed as if he had just rolled out of bed.

  He just stood there, staring intently at her. He was Chase’s friend and slowly throughout the years he had become hers. When Chase went away on business, it was Lucas who came around with movies and ice cream and hung out with Lacy when she was lonely.

  The mere sight of Lucas had heated, moist juices running through her bare folds, her nipples stood erect and painfully hard as they begged to be sucked.

  Lucas took a step to close the gap between them. Her warm breath caressing his chest and her big wide amber eyes stared up at him. Her lips parted as his fingers wrapped around her slender shoulders and as he pulled her to him her thick chocolate hair cascaded round his wrists. Beneath his roughened hands he felt a heat, a warmth, and smoothness he couldn’t seem to deny himself.

  Oh hell. She would be the death of him.

  Lacy shivered beneath his touch. They were riding the dangerous tidal wave that could destroy them.

  He sensed she was here for the wrong reasons, but he understood her need to be held, to be touched, to be loved. He’d known what Chase’s neglect would do to her eventually.

  He didn’t ask why she’d come and she didn’t offer a reason.

  He should turn her away, but he couldn’t make himself do it. She looked so damn hurt. He would deal with the consequences in the morning, but tonight he would love her. Lucas had watched her, wanting her for years. He’d watched her when she was happy in the beginning of her marriage. The sound of her laughter used to warm him from the inside out. Slowly the light dimmed from her eyes as the months and then years had gone by and Chase’s disinterest had taken its toll. He hadn’t heard Lacy’s laugh in a long time.

  He covered her lips with his. He tasted her. His tongue slipped over her lips, licked at them, nipped them.

  When she didn’t pull away his mouth claimed hers, and she gave in, enticing him and letting him control her.

  His fingers nudged her chin up, his lips skated sinfully along her throat and she willingly strained against his chest, wanting to crush his hair in her hands, drag his mouth further down to her puckered nipples, her belly, and her sex.

  The things he was doing with his tongue sent an explosion of desire straight to her clit, and damn it, he was only kissing her neck.

  His cock was hard against her lower stomach, her body’s wriggling got him harder. He rubbed against her with a slow sigh of desire, his hungry stare raking over her body like rough hands, making her shudder.

  He was so warm, and she loved the feel of his lips against hers, his tongue stroking against hers.

  “Jesus, Lacy,” he rumbled as he pressed the heated length of his cock against the softness of her belly.

  Behind denim, he was swollen and stiff, the hot flesh of his erection was a piece of enticement and a promise of pleasure. Lucas could make her forget.

  His hands slid to her arse as he raised her up, stroking the hard length of his cock against the swollen expanse of her pussy as her clit cried out in need. Her hands clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his shoulders.

  Her legs parted for him, her thighs clinging to his hips as his hands held her closer, his fingers working the flesh of her arse as she trembled in his arms. He released one hand, took two steps back, slammed the door shut, and made his way to his bedroom.

  His lips were at her neck, his tongue gently sucking along the delicate skin leaving love bites as he drove slowly against her, stroking her clit, her body awakening to the rapture as he set her down on the carpeted floor and pulled her shirt over her head and stripped her of her jeans.

  God, her nipples were burning.

  “Ah Lacy,” he murmured, as he laid her on his king-size bed. Pressing closer to her, he pushed deeper between her thighs. A moan escaped her bruised lips, and her thighs tightened as she raised her hips, massaging his shaft against her clit as she fought to regain some sort of common sense in spite of the incredible sensations.

  Straining against him, she felt his hands slide under the thin barrier of her underwear at her rear, then separate her cheeks and deliver a feverish raid of pleasure to the tight, forbidden little entrance there.

  Her clit throbbed. The longing of pent-up satisfaction climbed inside her, burning through her body like an eruption and dampening her skin. Every damn cell in her body was screaming for his touch.

  “Do you want me to stop baby? Tell me to stop.” His fingers curved, moved under her rear, and found the luxuriant, moist flesh of her pussy crying out in need.

  “No.” It was barely a whisper, her intense pleasure overtaking her ability to speak as his wicked fingers stroked, rubbing the tightened opening of her pussy and sending flares of ecstasy rushing through the sensitive flesh.

  With his other hand he removed the piece of material barely covering her pussy.

  Oh God.

  His fingers continued to rub against her opening, pressing and parting the sensitive flesh to slip inside just enough to make her body burn and make her moan as her excitement rose.

  “Baby, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned.

  She gasped, her thoughts spiralling out of control as he worked two fingers into her deeply enough to draw a cry from her throat. A shocked, desperate sound tore through her lips as his fingers jerked back, then sank forward, caressing inside her with strokes of passion certain to destroy her mind. Stretching, the heated walls of her pussy clamped onto his fingers desperately.

  Her hips shook, trying to compel his fingers deeper as she felt her essence collecting, drenching his fingers as he pulled back, then thrust inside her again. Her pussy creamed wantonly around his fingers as pleasure surged through her.

  “God baby, you’re so fucking hot, so tight,” he whispered in her ear as her pussy quivered again, her juices spilling uncontrollably around his fingers as he touched a spot so sensitive, so sinfully perfect that she began to shake.

  Lucas’s fingers were fucking her with vigorous strokes as her hips bowed and her thighs widened. His fingers then reached high in the back of her sex and pressed and stroked until flares of ecstasy shot to her clit.

  Her need to come was overwhelming as she desperately begged for his fingers to thrust harder, deeper inside her. Before she could react to try and stop him, his fingers were pulling out of her. Quickly his hands gripped her thighs, pulled them further apart as he dipped his head and his tongue licked through the bare saturated folds of her pussy.

  Lacy stiffened her body shaking in anticipation as she stared down the line of her body to meet the bright emerald eyes staring back at her. Then her gaze slipped lower to watch him, her breathing nearly stopping as his tongue licked the blushing swollen bud of her clitoris.

  His tongue again rubbed over the throbbing nub of nerves, which led clamping feelings of sensation spiking to her pussy, jerking her body tight and drawing a desperate cry from her lips as she tried to arch closer.

  Stunned and eager, she sobbed at the burning pleasure as his lips went lower, flickering over the quivering entrance before he thrust inside suddenly, spearing into the sensitive patch before licking with longing and hunger and setting a flare to the fuse of her release.

  Lacy saw stars. Bowing, shaking, her back came up, her fingers clenched in his hair as the rush of heat tore through her body and seared her nerve endings in a violent response. The rush of heated liquid between her thighs had Lucas moaning into the swollen folds of her pussy.

  Her body was taut and trembling as the pleasure tore through her as he brought her to orgasm, holding onto her, increasing and prolonging the sensation with soft licks of his tongue and a little rubbing motion he us
ed against her clit.

  The final throbs of her orgasm tightened against his tongue. As she lay in the centre of the bed, his eyes narrowed as he undressed and gripped the base of his dick. He watched as she sat up before him, pushing her hair to the side as she watched his cock with intent.

  He leaned forward and slid his hand into the back of her head, running his fingers through the silkiness. “Suck my dick, Lacy let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  Desire overtook her eyes as her lips parted for him, her sweet cherry tongue took a slow long lick over the engorged, flushed head of his cock as a groan erupted from deep within his throat.

  She could taste him, smell his utterly male scent. His fingers clenched in her hair as she felt his thighs tighten under her hands. The feel of him on her soft tongue had her nearly panting, she wanted more, she needed more.

  He rubbed the swollen head against her tongue, her lips. He held her head firmly, pushing himself inside, she felt the shudder tear through him as she continued to suck him deep into the hot depths of her mouth. Her sweet pink lips strained as she felt her face flooded with pleasure, her fingers finding the taut responsive sac of his balls as she massaged them, drawing another groan from him.

  “God damn!” He hissed though clenched teeth as she began to move, her mouth caressing the enlarged crest as she began a firm, stimulating sucking with her mouth. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold onto his control. His thighs were on fire and they were clenched tight as her voracious mouth began to work over his cock. Her tongue lapped against the underside of the head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the tender cock head in her mouth, working it with tantalising greed as a moan shivered over the aching crest.

  Hell, he was struggling. He wanted to fuck her so bad. The need to spill his seed inside her was forming in his balls, burning through his body.

  “Shit!” he snarled, he didn’t want this to stop. If this was going to be the only time, he needed it all. He could feel his entire body jerking to breaking point, every muscle, every cell in sync to each draw of her mouth, each skim of her tongue, each fondle of her fingers against his balls. His hips lurched against her as he fought to keep his strokes shallow. He wasn’t going to hurt her but damn it was hard. He needed to be deeper inside the liquid heat of her mouth.