TEMPTATION IN BLACK
Book #2 Blackstone Series
by Rachel E. Rice
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Cover by Amber Shah
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Published 2013 by Rachel E. Rice
on Smashwords
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Copyright 2013 by Rachel E. Rice
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Smashwords Edition
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Alex read the yearning in Max’s handsome face, which was awash with dangerous contradictions. His smoldering eyes sent electrical waves caressing her body. She felt the heat rise from within and settle deep in her clit. He needed her mouth. He needed to disappear into Alex. He needed to disappear into her body. Her mouth was the conduit where all his tension flowed, but until she found out the truth about the dead girl, she had to keep him calm, and the best way she knew was to give him the pleasure he craved.
Alex’s lush eyelashes lifted. She gazed on Max’s open shirt, which revealed his hard, rippling abs. Her hand caressed each one. He was her guilty pleasure—her temptation in black.
She reached and held Max’s hard penis in her hands, and a smile crept across his face. His thumb slid over her lips. Knowing how his body would react, she teased it by circling the head of his shaft around her open mouth. Blowing soft, warm air, she watched Max’s eyes flutter and close. With a slight parting of his lips, a wisp of air shuttled out. “Yes, yes, you know what to do to me,” he whispered. Her hand moved the length of his hard cock, up and down.
Alex opened her mouth wide. Guiding his penis in slowly, she sucked it, harder. His eyes remained shut. He was in a world of his own—blissful sexual peace. He mumbled something low and Alex couldn’t hear his words clearly. She thought he whispered, “I love you, I love you…Rebecca,” or was it Alex? She felt his arousal; his penis was increasing in her mouth. It was getting longer and wider. He pushed his hips into her, and she reached for him and sank her hands into his hard ass. She felt it flex and tighten. Leaning her face over him, she felt as if she couldn’t take another inch when to her surprise the muscles in her throat relaxed.
With her hands massaging his buttocks and her mouth clamped firmly around his penis, Alex sucked harder, driving him into a world of pleasure and heights of ecstasy. She was taking everything from him, and tried as he may, he couldn’t resist her. She had taken control of his sexual life and without her, what would he do? No woman had ever satisfied him as completely as Alex.
The thought of having another woman besides Alex—he refused to entertain the idea.
Alex tasted a hint of warm come on her tongue, and she knew that he was over the edge. She was controlling this man who was used to being in charge. She was now the puppet master and it felt great with a man like him—a handsome sexual animal.
Drawing her mouth in with one hard suck, his body contorted, and Max let out a primal sound of erotic ecstasy and his eyes opened like the shutter of a camera. His gaze locked on her. Warm fluid flowed into Alex’s mouth. He breathed in and out. His chest moved up and down. She met his gaze, and her eyes closed, and with a slight raise of her head, she swallowed his come.
It was a challenging gesture. And he knew it. He was aware that she was in control.
Alex’s eyes opened, holding his glance. Her body was excited from the pleasure she had given Max. With eyes wide and his breathing heavy, Max said, “Damn, Alex, you took my orgasm from me when I wasn’t ready. This has never happened to me before.” A mischievous grin escaped from Alex—eyes sparkling with warmth and achievement, enjoying her power.
She thought, there is always the first time for everything, my dangerous, handsome Mr. Black.
Chapter 1
“Why did you do that, Alex? You knew I wasn’t ready. What’s wrong with you?” He glanced down at her. “Are you becoming dangerous to me?” Max’s voice heightened with cool restraint, which caused the hair on Alex’s arm to rise. He sounded like a wounded animal. How could something be wrong, you handsome, crazy fuck? I just read that your fiancée has been found strangled, and you didn’t tell me about your twin brother. How could anything be wrong? I’m not the one lying around one of your apartments dead. I’m perfectly happy.
Voicing her thoughts was not an option since she was riding in his limo with darkened windows, and Max still had an erection, and the doors were locked, and his bodyguard/driver, a burly Asian named Shu, who resembled a ninja warrior and dressed in black, never as much as spoke or smiled at her. With an out-of-control sex addict and a ninja warrior, there wasn’t much she could do or say.
Concentrating was also out of the question. Her heart beat so loud that she thought she was being strangled by her own fears. The newspaper’s headline screamed in her head: Fiancée of Maximilian Blackstone: Strangled.
“Nothing is wrong, Max. Why do you ask?” she murmured glancing up into his to die for face from her kneeling position. She forced a wide smile. I’m in the right position for praying. Praying that my judgment wasn’t as flawed as I think, and that I didn’t select a murderer to father my child. I guess I was nothing but a desperate, eligible, eager, foolish young women.
Max leaned in Alex’s direction and extended his hand to caress her hair. She flinched. He saw her movement but nothing registered.
“You’ve changed,” he said, threading his fingers through her hair, hoping to coax her to complete what he’d started—fucking her, or at least letting him come while eating her out. She knew he needed all this where he could get a good night’s sleep. “One minute you are raising my blood pressure with that beautiful mouth of yours, and the next minute it is as if your heart has stopped beating for me. Normally you’re wet and breathing hard when I insert my fingers into that pretty little cunt.”
“Can you stop talking to me like that?” Alex demanded.
Max’s eyes darkened. His brow furrowed. His lips were taut.
“Are you planning on telling me what is wrong with you and why you are behaving like a child, or do you expect me to read your mind?” Max said, impatient and agitated. His stare was long and focused. She couldn’t connect the warmth of his green eyes with the coldness in his voice or a woman strangled in an apartment.
“I’m feeling cold because I can’t get out of my mind that you would allow your twin brother to fuck me.” Alex’s voice, full of anger and confusion, rang throughout the car. She raised her body from a kneeing position.
She sat beside Max, gazing coldly into his eyes, never losing her focus.
“So you’re leaving me crazy wanting your body,” he said, fixated on Alex’s plump lips. “You know I have this problem with sleep.” Take some Excedrin PM, you sexy, horny fuck.
“Do you have another man? Maybe it’s my brother that you want, Alex?”
“I’m not going to answer that because it’s madness on your part.”
“You know I need you more than you can imagine.” Zipping his pants, he pulled Alex’s black lace thong from his pocket. It had fallen from the white robe that covered her naked body. “I suppose you will need this,” he said, in
haling the crotch of her thong with his eyes closed. Alex reached for it, but he put it behind his back and then suspended it on his finger in front of her.
“I can never get enough of your smell. It’s fresh and reminds me of the ocean. If you don’t satisfy me soon…I don’t know what I will do next.” That statement captured Alex’s attention; she kicked the newspaper farther under the seat and out of sight. She lowered her head, and her eyes wandered. What more do you want, you sex addict? Alex focused.
Snatching the thong from his finger, she gave a small huff and then put it back in the pocket of the robe. It barely concealed anything. Now she wanted to hide her disgust with Max and her shame for falling for a man that she had gone to any lengths to get and keep.
Raising her head and eyes, she said, “You never explain anything, Max. Why did you send me to that place, never telling me that he was your brother?”
“For God’s sake, Alex, must we go through this again? I explained to you that I didn’t know that you were Rebecca,” he stated with a raised eyebrow, which made him more attractive to Alex if that were possible. That dangerous perturbed look on his face only made Alex’s clit vibrate, and she felt the heat settle inside her. She wanted to take him home and suck his dick until he begged her to stop. She wanted to drain him of all his come until he had nothing left for another woman because if she walked away from him, he would have someone waiting to take her place.
Alex needed an explanation, even if it was a lie.
She needed to sleep at night without worrying that she would be his next victim. She didn’t know how to separate herself from the man she lived for, but didn’t want to die for.
“And that’s how you treat women you bring into your world? You pass them off to your brother to be fucked.”
Max’s eyes darkened as he remembered. “I was explicit, No intercourse, and especially not anal intercourse.” His eyes met hers. “You must have done something for him to make him want you in that manner. You’re not exactly his type.”
Alex’s eyes burned into Max. “What type is that? Maybe it’s because I’m a woman, and I was naked. Did that occur to you?” Alex’s brow furrowed, her eyes narrowed, and she glared with anger. “You could have warned Rebecca, but you were hot for me, after all I did to satisfy your sick hunger.” Oh, this is crazy. What I’m saying is absolutely insane. It was my choice to pretend to be Rebecca.
Closing her eyes, Alex placed her hands on both sides of her head and leaned back.
“What you did for me was drive me to my limits with that beautiful body and dirty phone sex. You never let me know the real you. It was your responsibility to reveal your identity and notify me that I have a son, but you didn’t. You disappeared and I could never find you,” Max said, reaching for her hands and pulling them and placing them in her lap.
“You were too busy tying up women and concentrating on your erotic pleasures to look for me. How many did you have to use that tongue and finger on, and those anal beads before you found the right woman to fit your dick?”
Max raised his index finger and pointed. “Only one. You.” His gaze shrouded Alex. “You were so busy with your anger and revenge and enjoying me whipping your ass that…”
Alex shouted, “I’ve had enough. Let me out now! I can walk home.” Who the fuck is he to tell me that I enjoyed him spanking my ass when it is his fault that I am fucked up like this? I never even fathomed doing anything as profound as allowing a man to place anal beads in my ass let alone fucking a man that wants to be led around with a collar. I didn’t get that screwed up until I laid eyes on his freaky ass, Alex thought.
“You’re behaving like a child.”
“I am a child compared to you. What are you, thirty or forty?”
He paused to look into Alex’s eyes, and a sly grin slid across his mouth. “I’m thirty-three, and everyone your age thinks thirty-three is old, but I’m the right age for you and the right man for you, my darling.”
He leaned to kiss Alex, but she moved quickly, changing to a seat across from him to get away from his natural sexual heat. The kind of heat a woman lost herself in with the smell of sex. He had a body to die for, and she knew that she could die if he replaced her. The only woman she knew about was the one lying in a delicate position, a position she hoped would not happen to her because she had to get away from him until she uncovered the truth.
“I’m not about to allow you to run around San Francisco naked with just a robe covering that pretty body. It makes me hot thinking about you.” Alex’s eyes narrowed and she bristled. Max reached and touched his penis. “See what you’ve done to me. I can’t see you or think about you without a hard-on. Do you know what you’ve done? I can’t let you go. I can’t allow another man to have you,” he stated with a dangerous, dark tone. There is that word again—allow. His eyes peered at her from behind his lush black eyelashes.
“Is everything about you fucking and satisfying your needs?”
“You are the only woman that has this effect on my body. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to look for another woman? Is that what you want? Are you sending me out into that world that I just escaped from?” What am I to tell him? Yes, go on out there and find someone and see if I can stand you lusting and making love to another woman while I go crazy. The way I want you, Mr. Black, I could resort to torture. Let’s see. I would take you to a secret place, make you strip, put a collar around your neck, tie you up, and suck you and never let you come, and if you just happen to, I would whip you until your ass was sore.
What is wrong with me? I have lost my mind. You see what you have done to me, Mr. Black? I’m here contemplating torture. Well, there is nothing wrong with thinking; it’s only wrong when we act out our dangerous fantasies.
Alex lowered her sight to his hard body. She watched his body vibrate and his breath quicken. She had never seen him so sexually aroused. She wanted his warm come to flow into her body so that he would not have any left to fill another woman.
When Max calmed, he spoke softly. “I’ll take you home. I have wasted too much time…”
“Fine. Now I’m a waste of time.” Alex crossed her arms in a huff and sat back in the seat as they rode the remaining mile to the apartment in silence. Max met and held Alex’s gaze. She felt uncomfortable because she couldn’t get out of her mind the headlines in the newspaper. Clearly he would never explain anything to me. He never does, she thought. What’s the use asking again?
“Alex, why are you editing my words to use against me? Do you need another orgasm? I can give you one before you leave,” Max said, tilting his head to the right with a haughty, arrogant smirk.
“You are impossible, Max.” Alex bit her lip to keep from screaming, and she shot him the finger. The limo came to a stop in front of Blackstone’s luxurious apartment building. Alex reached to open the door, pulling feverishly at the handle.
“You’re not leaving here angry.”
“And what are you going to do about it?”
“Placing you over my knee and spanking you is not good enough.” He smiled softly, trying to soothe Alex’s anger. “I could take you back to my hotel and fuck you and give you something that you have never had,” he said with a threatening sneer and a curl of his lips.
“Now you’re resorting to kidnapping and fucking me while choking me.” Max’s eyes grew large and dark. His brow furrowed, and he raised one eyebrow. A smile never left his lips. His jaws tightened. What does Alex know about sexual asphyxiation? Max thought.
“If I fucked you while choking you, you would enjoy every minute of it. I don’t just fuck you, I make love to you.”
What the fuck did I say and what the fuck am I hearing? Alex caught herself because she hadn’t plan on confronting Max this way; it just slipped out.
“You know better, Alex. I would never hold you against your will.” Max addressed one of Alex’s concerns. I know, you beautiful seductive man. I just can’t resist you. This is not normal. Nothing about Mr. Black is n
ormal. How could I think that I could ever have a life with him? This is a serious mental health issue and I need help, but he needs it more, she thought.
Once Max’s words could have showered her with wanton desire and she would be on her knees, but now she wasn’t sure about him. Not even about his brother. He should have told her about Jonas, that handsome freak who’d had her hot and ready to let him tie her up.
“What is wrong with you, Alex?” Max said in a quiet and measured voice. “Is it your time of the month…your period? Am I using the correct terminology?” Alex rolled her eyes upward, and they closed for a second.
“Don’t provide an excuse. For heaven’s sake let me out of here.” Max unlocked the door, and his driver got out and held the door open for Alex.
After stepping out of the limo, Alex leaned in as Max’s long legs extended out.
“Don’t see me into the apartment.” Alex felt her ploy didn’t work. She couldn’t goad him into confessing. He was always in control of what he said, but when it came to sex with her, she knew he was out of control. Maybe she should wait until she had him wanting her and then she would ask him that pertinent question.
“What can I do for you, Alex?”
“I want you to give me time to forget all of this and for you to clean up the mess in your life.”
“And what about my son? Am I to give you more time with Maxim? He’s two, and I’ve missed the most important time in his life.”
“He has been my son longer than he has been yours. I’ll decide when you should see him.”
“Oh, Alex, that’s not fair.” She’d found his soft spot, his weakness, and she was satisfied for the moment. She knew that Max could be ruthless. After all, he was Maximilian Blackstone, and you didn’t get that rich without leaving bodies on the floor.
Max watched Alex step out of the car. His face wore a sullen and distraught look. Maybe Alex wasn’t being fair, maybe she should discuss the murder of the young woman and not jump to conclusions, but clearly she had given Max every opportunity to say something, anything that would mitigate the doubts that coursed through her mind. With her head lowered, she scurried into her apartment to call Joshua.
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