The Ultimate Revenge

by Victoria Parker - The Ultimate Revenge

  He should stop her, really. But, dammit, he didn’t want to. Just wanted to feel her hot hands on him, her fingers wrapped around his pulsing thick length. Just. Like. That.

  Nic’s brain blew a circuit or two, but that didn’t stop him from looking down. Big mistake. Her tongue snaked out and licked into his belly button before travelling down, down...

  ‘Pia...’ he growled with warning.

  ‘I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you tied to my chair,’ she said, in that smoky, sultry voice that drove him wild. Dropping soft, moist kisses down his length, she breathed hotly, ‘Did you want me then? Think about me doing this?’

  ‘Dios, yes—yes!’

  Her hot wet tongue flicked and licked around the swollen head of him, the soft sensual pressure spiking his pulse and firing his blood. His every thought fragmented. Then her mouth opened wide and his vision blanked.

  ‘Pia...’

  He gritted his teeth as her lips slid down his erection on a soft suck, her tongue circling every sensitive nerve-ending.

  Nic cried out, then bit his lip to stifle the sound. ‘Pia...you need to slow...stop.’

  Somehow his hand had taken on a life of its own and he weaved his fingers into her flaxen hair and gently thrust into the slick heat of her mouth, begging her to make love to him harder, faster, and he lost it—let his head fall back onto the cushioned leather and undulated, gasping at the wicked pleasure of it all.

  What she was doing to him in the back of a limo...what people could see if the windows weren’t tinted—Pia was driving him out of his tiny mind. And without warning it was all suddenly too much. Electricity charged his skin and his hair stood on end as his body tensed, the power rising like an unstoppable wave.

  ‘Pia...too much... I’m going to... You need to move. Now.’

  But she didn’t move, only gave a tiny whimper and a groan of unadulterated pleasure that vibrated down his groin. And that was it. His entire body seized as his orgasm hit him like a crack of thunder, the sensation both unexpected and anticipated, and mind-numbing pleasure reverberated outwards, stealing his breath.

  Heart pounding in his ears, his harsh rasping breath filled the stifling air as he scrambled for his brain to kick in.

  When he figured he could talk again, or at least try, he swallowed. Hard.

  ‘That was incredible. You are incredible.’ Nic reached down and hauled her back into his lap, then buried his nose in her hair and clutched her to him. ‘I want you naked and in my arms and in my bed. I want to hear your cries echo through the room, and it has nothing to do with any deal or bet or power-play. Screw the meeting, Pia, let us have this night.’

  He’d find some other way to get to Zeus—without using her. He couldn’t do it. He wanted something honest and real with her, and taking away their deal was the only way.

  She eased back and the streetlights flickered over her exquisite face as he watched her confusion morph into a sweet kind of happiness.

  ‘You mean it?’ she whispered. Hopeful. Beautiful.

  ‘Every word.’

  With a glorious little smile she kissed him, soft and slow. It was almost shy, distinctly vulnerable, the way she needed to keep touching him.

  Nic kept a tight hold of her, tasting himself on her tongue, luxuriating in a tender intimacy he’d never known. Especially after an act so sensually erotic. But then he’d known from the first that she would turn any idea in his head upside down and shake it up. She was unpredictable, and that was the one thing he loved and feared most about her.

  His revived need was a living, breathing ball of fire, burning his patience to cinders, and he worshipped her, lavishing patient moist affection over every millimetre of soft, scented pearly skin he could reach.

  Pia gripped his upper arms—each nail a brilliant half-moon of perfect agony—and just as he tilted sideways and rolled her onto her back across the wide seat the car shuddered to a stop.

  ‘Gracas a Deus. Perfect timing.’

  Hovering above her, Nic revelled in the way she arched her back and tipped her head in a non-choreographed compulsion of pure obedience. He knew exactly what she wanted—Nic to take control, to show her the kind of earth-shattering pleasure he’d promised.

  Reaching up, she cupped his face and confirmed it. ‘I want you so much, Nic. I want you to need me, take me, make me feel like you said I would.’

  ‘No pressure, then.’

  She laughed, the sound so glorious he knew there was no place he’d rather be—and that wasn’t only astounding, it was terrifying.

  ‘Just take it all away. Melt the ice inside me. Make me feel alive, just once.’

  * * *

  I want him. Need him so much. It was laughable, because as if any need this elemental was really a choice.

  It was a beautiful, terrible desire—one she’d sworn she’d never let herself feel again. In truth, she could hardly compare what she had with Nic to her past—it was like water to wine—but it was a door that led to heartache. Not the loving kind but the using kind—the kind that made her feel cheap and worthless. So she’d sealed herself off, determined never to reopen herself. Yet here she was, opening up once more.

  But he’d said no deal. That this was no game. To forget about tomorrow and live for tonight. If he wanted her that much it must mean something. Had to.

  Tomorrow she’d give him Zeus and he would trust her. They would talk and together they’d find a way to figure it all out.

  Pia was strung so tight the slightest pluck on her strings resonated, and when the elevator doors pinged shut she flinched. But Nic was right there, cinching her waist, lifting her up until she was level with his mouth and kissing her with thrust after languorous thrust of his tongue, licking into her mouth, taking her higher and higher, until she was a floating cloud of sensation.

  ‘Wrap your legs around me, bonita, let me feel you.’

  She did just that and ground her pelvis against him—the aftershocks sending rippling shivers down her spine—while she kneaded the hard ridges of his upper back.

  Nic nuzzled down her throat, across the bare skin of her chest, dropping moist, luscious kisses across the curve of her breast where it swelled above her bodice, breathless in his need.

  ‘I need to see you.’

  That was the only warning she got before he lowered her to the ground and pushed the red satin straps off her shoulders.

  ‘I’m so hungry for you I could eat you alive.’

  A dizzying pulse of excitement made it difficult to think, but if any doubts lingered his answering passion razed them to the ground.

  In a red blur, fabric swished down her body and pooled on the floor. And when Nic took a step back to gaze down at her, displayed under the harsh light, she shook inside, wanting to cover herself up. She wasn’t as lithe as his usual conquests, not so toned, not so sculpted, more soft and generous.

  ‘Dios, Pia, look at you. You take my breath away.’

  Tentatively she lifted her chin, and what she saw in his eyes melted the final shards of ice in her heart. Reverence. Ferocious desire.

  With one finger he reached out and drew a line from her collarbone down the deep cleavage of her breasts—thank you, push-up lacy bra—and farther still over the slight rise of her stomach to the dip of her panties.

  He let out a low rumbling groan. ‘You’re killing me, here. Those sexy stockings and seams. I am keeping them on, querida, and licking up every line. Turn around.’

  The command in his voice was unmistakable—wrapped in silk and satin and awe and tenderness, but there nonetheless.

  Her panties sliced across her cheeks and she gave another little thank-you for bum squats as she gave him what she hoped was a seductive look from beneath her eyelashes and turned, arms spread wide, palms flat to the mirrored wall.

  Never had she felt so confident, so provocative, so sexual, so insanely turned on.

  ‘Heaven help me,’ he growled. ‘I think I’ve just come again.’

  She
laughed—she couldn’t help it—and watched his reflection, the heat in his eyes, the desire that made her blood thicken in her veins. But there were other emotions there too. Affection, and a pride that made her giddy heart leap to her throat. For a moment she considered that this might mean far more to her than was wise.

  Then he was on his knees and fulfilling his promise—kissing up her stocking seams, his lips as soft and teasing as the touch of a feather—and she trembled where she stood.

  Her hot panting breaths steamed the mirror and she watched her own eyes grow heavy and slumberous as he went higher, higher...reaching the bare pinch of skin where her thigh met her bottom.

  ‘Nic?’ Tremors ran up her legs and gathered at the soft folds of her femininity. Her inner walls clenched with an unbearable need for something inside. Nic inside her. Filling her up. Making her whole. ‘Please.’

  He nudged her legs wide and she cursed the stilettos making her teeter as his dextrous fingers slipped forward to stroke her where she was hot and wet and— ‘Oh, my God, Nic!’

  ‘So close,’ he murmured, kissing the nape of her neck. ‘But I won’t let you come yet, Pia. I forbid it. You have to wait until I’m deep inside you.’

  ‘I hate you,’ she whispered adoringly.

  His dark chuckle was interrupted by the ping of the elevator doors and the sharp noise was the final pluck on her nerves. Her legs buckled beneath her.

  ‘Whoa, bonita. Oh, no, you don’t.’ Nic swept her into his arms, held her against his chest and strode into the penthouse, down the hall to his bedroom—where he laid her in the centre of his huge satin-drenched bed.

  She writhed in pleasure as his gaze soaked up her sumptuous black bra, skimpy chiffon panties and stockings.

  ‘Now, that is a picture I will never forget,’ he said, his voice thick with passion as he stripped in front of her, shameless in his skin.

  Those hot eyes were burning, threatening to incinerate her where she lay breathless, waiting for his muscled physique to come into view.

  He was so fabulously tall that from her position on the bed she felt as if she was staring up at the cathedral in the square.

  Lascivious and wolfish, the smile on his mouth was as heady and thrilling as the need etched tightly across his gorgeous face. And the last vestige of her sanity went the way of his snug hipsters when he took himself in his hand, circled his fingers and brushed his thumb across the head of his erection in a way that made the air whoosh out of her lungs.

  He was winding her up like a musical toy, and the coiling tension became so acute she almost feared the inevitable striking chorus of release.

  Softness came up to swallow her back as hardness descended from above and she found herself sandwiched between heaven and hell.

  ‘What am I going to do to you first, querida?’ He unlaced the ribbon bows of her panties, tied at her hips, and tugged the lace free.

  Just the pull of the fabric against her folds tore a whimper from her throat. She didn’t care what he did as long as he did something.

  ‘I think you are too close for more play, Pia,’ he growled as he lavished her with more kisses across her collarbone, up her throat.

  Pia twisted, nuzzling his face to find his mouth, and at the first thrust of his tongue between her lips her heart pitched.

  She strained towards him, canting her hips, bowing her whole body, while her emotions whiplashed from wanton desire to wholehearted devotion. ‘Make love to me like you promised,’ she begged. ‘Please, Nic. Please.’

  ‘Dios, Pia, you are on fire. Burning up.’

  He pushed her down into the mattress, pinned her beneath his body, his hands forming sweet warm shackles about her upper arms, and pushed inside her in one long, hard, powerful thrust. And—oh, yes! She revelled in the wicked slide into oblivion.

  Their eyes locked—his stunned whisky depths meeting awestruck violet-blue—as they shared one breath, the moment so profound she wasn’t surprised to feel a tear escape the corner of her eye.

  Right then it occurred to her that she’d just made a fairly spectacular misjudgement. One night would never be enough and she’d dream of this man always.

  Gazing down at her, Nic brushed damp hair back from her forehead and the tenderness of the gesture wrenched her already wide open heart. So she turned her face to hide in the crook of his neck and breathed deeply.

  ‘No, Pia, don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.’

  ‘I...’ I need you.

  As soon as she obeyed him and glanced back up he began to move—slow and shallow at first, teasing her to a cataclysmic high—until she was writhing beneath him and his thrusts became deeper, harder, more powerful than anything she’d ever known. Until where Nic ended and she began was the ebb and flow of an erotic wave of pleasure.

  She wanted to touch his skin, feel the flexing muscle of his ripped body beneath her palms, but those sweet warm shackles only moved upward to hold her wrists above her head with one of his large hands. The other skimmed down her cheek, farther down her throat and over her chest, to cup her breast and squeeze the aching flesh.

  A desperate moan blistered the air—his or hers, she wasn’t sure, didn’t care—as he rubbed over her nipple, then sucked the tight peak into his hot mouth.

  ‘Nic... Nic...’ She chanted his name over and over and it seemed to fuel his inner fire. Not to move faster but to slow, as if he knew she was close and wanted to prolong the agonising pleasure.

  ‘One more minute—then I will let you fly.’ His voice shook, his hands were unsteady from holding himself back, and she realised he was in as much pain as she was.

  ‘Nic...please.’

  ‘So beautiful,’ he murmured, still moving at that maddening pace, keeping her on the edge of a shattering fall.

  Pia dipped her chin, silently begging for his mouth, and he gave her what she wanted—needed—and simultaneously thrust his tongue into her mouth and slammed his hips forward with a tiny undulation that rubbed her sweet knot of nerves once...twice...

  ‘Nic!’

  ‘Now you may come. Now.’

  Lightning bolts of sensation gathered in her core like a bright white pinpoint of light—a star about to go supernova—and the cry that tore from her throat felt wrenched from her soul.

  Bursts of pleasure shot outward and those streaks of lightning tore down her spine and crackled along her nerves with an almost spiteful ferocity—the sheer intensity stealing her breath and holding her on an erotic plateau that made her vision blank, her mind faze out and life cease to exist for long, endless moments.

  She came to as Nic released the shackles from her body and soul and rose above her, chasing his own nirvana. He captured her lips in a deep kiss that was tinged with desperation. Held her with a reverence she’d only ever dreamed of, making her feel accepted and worthy and wanted beyond reason. So perfectly herself that falling was inevitable.

  His cries were wrecked and ravaging as his orgasm tore him apart and Pia licked at his lips to taste his pleasure—pleasure she had given him—ecstasy he’d found only in her.

  His glorious weight descended and she felt safe and cared for, and cherished in the crush. And she knew it was coming—was powerless to stop it.

  The overwhelming cacophony of emotions—joy and fear and adoration and amazement—refused to be ignored, and they rose up within her and escaped in a breath suspiciously close to a sob. Nic gathered her in his arms and held her with fierce strength—stronger than a mighty god. Almost devout. It was the culmination of such an amazing night that she wished she could freeze the moment in time for ever.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  WHO’D HAVE THOUGHT Nicandro Carvalho was a cuddler?

  Pia smiled, reminiscing about the way he’d followed her around the bed like a heat-seeking missile. When he hadn’t been making love to her, that was. One minute he could be deeply intense and dominating, his lovemaking so powerful it wrought tears, and the next he was light-hearted and fun, making her laugh out
loud with teasing touches and that wicked, incorrigible grin. He thought nothing of saying something outrageous mid-thrust as he took her against the wall or pleasured her on his knees. She’d never imagined couples could make love in so many different ways. But, then again, maybe that was just Nic. Maybe only he could be like that.

  The high of the night still rushed through her veins but there was a dark cloud closing around her, obscuring her euphoria, obliterating her joy. It was over. Time to get back to the real world, check on work, unveil the truth and tell Nic exactly who she was.

  Pia eased from his hold and slipped from the bed with a slight wince, deliciously sore and tender. She told herself not to look back, only forward. Yet still she couldn’t resist one glance at the sheets that held the impression of their lovemaking and the beautiful tall, dark man who’d taken her to heaven.

  Heart heavy, she snuggled into a soft fluffy robe and wandered into the kitchen for her early dose of caffeine.

  Ten minutes later she sat at the glass-topped table, coffee in hand, her laptop open at the financial section of a Saturday newspaper.

  Eros had taken another kicking, she noticed, feeling the punch of it in her stomach and an after-ache of dread.

  Pia flipped through the pages to check Merpia. Looked okay. Back to the stock exchange...flick, flick, flicking the pages—

  Her fingers stilled on the keys. She backed up—heart thumping—sure she’d seen his name... Nic’s name...there.

  Goldsmith stock climbs as a merger in matrimony with real estate magnate Nicandro Carvalho is revealed.

  What?

  Fingers now flying, Pia jumped from one site to another through various links, with a sickening fear that instead of being poised for flight into a brave new world, she’d propelled herself well past the edge, no wings in sight, and was about to plunge into a black void that would swallow her whole.

  Somehow she ended up in the New York society pages, her throat so tight she couldn’t breathe, her heart beating so hard and fast she could barely see, let alone read the words.