CHAPTER 19

S ara

What was I doing? I certainly wasn’t in my right mind at this moment. I was issuing a challenge of sorts, providing Zach with an excuse to make good on his warnings. What I sensed he knew better than anyone was how much his use of certain words and phrases enticed the very dark side of my personality that he’d shined a bright light on.

I was crazed with desire, unable to think clearly about what this could mean. The thought of consequences would always have to wait until after an ill deed. That much I’d proven to myself.

He didn’t seem surprised in the least by my actions, but he wasn’t going to allow me to have control. I’d expected as much. Hell, I’d craved his moves, his control stronger than any man I’d ever experienced.

With a single growl, he gripped both my wrists, bending and holding my arms in front of me as he took a step closer. Even in my heels, I was forced to tilt my head to be able to look him directly in the eyes.

“Be careful what you’re asking for, Wild Kitty. I won’t take no for an answer after this.” His voice was laced with a haunted quality, a touch of the evil festering inside of him. He’d almost shocked me with his admission, but he was embellishing the details. He had to be. If he’d lived that kind of life, he would be incapable of showing any act of kindness. I was certain of it.

“Then don’t.”

The connection we shared was all consuming, transforming what was left of my rational side to a need so strong nothing had prepared me for the tethers already twisting around the two of us. I couldn’t explain the way I was feeling, the almost desperate need to feel his touch and have his cock buried inside. It didn’t make any sense, like everything else.

As the gleam in his eyes changed, I pressed my hands against his naked chest, digging my nails into his skin. The touch seared my fingertips, igniting such a fire in my core I couldn’t breathe.

He lifted me off my feet, my heels falling to the floor as he took long strides toward his desk. Where I’d been rough with ripping away at his clothes, he was an expert at unfastening the buttons on my shirt, tugging the silky material over my head. His eyes were dark, more so than I’d ever seen as he pitched it aside.

When he rolled the elastic of my thong down my thighs, I shivered more from the gentleness he was showing than the act itself. He took a deep breath before pulling the lace to his mouth and nostrils, his eyes closing.

There was a slight lack of control about him. I had a sense I’d challenged him in a way no one else had.

He tossed the panties over his shoulder, using a single finger from each hand to slide one bra strap down my arm then the other. I shuddered the entire time, incapable of taking my eyes off the man.

This wasn’t about romance and what we shared would never be about love. I sensed he had no understanding of what that meant. At least that portion of his story was true. This was about a dangerous attraction that might not know any bounds. I was a fool for wanting this as much as I did, but the need for the man was growing inside of me.

He narrowed his eyes as he reached around me, unfastening my bra. The moment he pulled it away, he shook his head slowly. “Fuck. You are perfect.”

Caustic.

Dangerous.

Insatiable.

The words floated in my mind as he cupped my breasts, taking his time rolling the rough pads of his fingers around my nipples. They already ached, so sensitive to his touch I started trembling.

Zach flitted his eyes up to mine, the corners of his mouth uplifting. I wasn’t certain how to read his expression other than it was full of possession.

“Is this how you seduce your women?” I muttered as I tilted my head back, enjoying the delicate thrum of vibrations.

“I’ll let you in on a secret. I haven’t seduced a single woman. Until you.”

“Mmmm… Why am I special?”

He dropped his head, flicking his tongue back and forth before sucking on one hardened bud. I was forced to grip the edge of his desk to keep from teetering over.

The man was almost fully clothed and I was completely naked. How sinful of me. Of us both.

Before giving my other nipple attention, he lifted his head once again. “Because you’re just like me. You crave the shadows lurking in the dark.”

The thought was strangely perfect. I kept my eyes closed as he teased me, scintillating every nerve ending. Goosebumps covered my arms and legs, butterflies rolling in my stomach. There were several reasons for it including the fact he was my boss. He was my masked man. I was certain of it. And to some extent, he was in control of my destiny.

I shouldn’t be here, but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

When he bit down on my nipple, I issued a loud moan that brought a follow-up laugh. I was more nervous around him than I’d been at the incredible bed and breakfast. There was no accounting for that other than our masks were off, exposing who and what we were.

Although I doubted I’d ever learn everything about Zach. He wasn’t the kind of man to share anything more about his past. Just like I’d never done. Maybe we were more alike than I’d originally thought. Were his words jarring? Yes. Did they also evoke tremendous sadness inside? Absolutely. Whatever had occurred when he was a small child had shaped him.

Just like my parents’ deaths had done with me.

There was no sense of illusion, no lies we could tell ourselves and firmly believe. We were damaged, our souls fractured from unspeakable acts. The tether we shared was based on acts of violence, anger, and sadness as well as the intense desire burning deep within both our cores.

The shot of anguish quickly morphed into extreme pleasure as he returned to sucking on my aching nipple, taking his time to give the same amount of attention to both.

I wanted to touch him, but the moment I reached out, he clamped his hand around mine, issuing a single strangely attractive sound. He pinched my other hardened bud before rolling his fingers down my stomach, tickling my pussy with only two long digits.

“Were you dreaming of me the night you pleasured yourself?” he asked and the question threw me.

My eyes opened wide, his admittance of invading my private space enthralling. He was a stalker, an admitted killer, but the excitement tearing through me was increasing exponentially.

“You were there. You’ve been stalking me.”

“Have I?” He laughed softly and drove four fingers deep inside my pussy. “Didn’t you call that protecting you?”

“Against what? You?”

He laughed and the sound echoed in my eardrums, igniting even more electric vibrations.

I was still so tight, the thrust of his hand slightly shocking. My pussy muscles were forced to stretch as he flexed his fingers open. But he only pumped a few times before removing them.

“Open that naughty mouth of yours, Wild Kitty,” he commanded.

I licked my lips, but did as I was told. When he rammed his fingers inside, I was thrown by how sweet I tasted.

“That’s it. Suck me, Wild Kitty. I could tell you were wishing I was in bed with you, touching you. Kissing you. Making you feel so good.”

I wrapped one hand around his wrist, swirling my tongue back and forth as I licked his fingers clean.

“Yes, you like when games are played. I can see right through your conservative facade, my sweet. And don’t worry. There will be more to come, but when you least expect it. Nothing will ever be the same again. Don’t close your eyes or the boogeyman might come.”

Why did his words thrill me so much? When he removed his fingers, I whimpered softly from the loss.

Zach took another deep breath and fisted my hair roughly, pulling my body down until my back was only inches from the surface of his desk. He held me there in limbo as he pushed my legs apart, yanking my butt to the edge.

I was held in place as he unfastened his trousers, his chest rising and falling from the same level of excitement I felt.

His eyes were more hooded than before, and I almost begged him to wear a mask, but I wanted to see his expression. I longed to feel everything he did, being completely open with one another. The thought was silly, a strange part of a dark fantasy that had gripped my every dream for days.

Weeks.

Months.

Only before, the mask had never been lifted because I’d been positive no one could fulfill my needs. I’d been wrong. So very wrong.

He lifted his head as he’d done before, but there was something entirely different about his expression. As he plunged his cock inside, I instantly threw my hands back, gasping for air from the intensity of the pressure.

“My tight Wild Kitty.” His murmurs were deep and husky, the sound reverberating in my ears.

I spread my legs even wider, my mind driven to the dark fantasies created from reading romance books that should be banned, burning desires that had pulled me to my collection of vibrators. But nothing had been as incredible as the way he was fucking me.

Zach pulled out, thrusting into me again. He kept his firm hold on my hair, digging his nails into my scalp. There was pain from his actions, but the ecstasy he was providing already outweighed every hint of it.

I was so wet, certain I would soon stain his expensive desk. I sensed he didn’t care. He was in his element, claiming his possession while satisfying his own fevered needs.

His actions were jarring, keeping my pulse racing. Panting, I tried to keep my eyes open, but they were heavy from the latent yearning, hunger gnawing at every part of me.

There was a sense of extreme need in both of us, his actions becoming even more brutal. Within seconds, he was jerking me up and pushing me down, developing a rhythm as he fucked me. The discomfort from the earlier spanking only added to the extreme sensitivity, my butt hurting, but the pain had already morphed. I’d craved his firm hand and he’d provided exactly what my sinful longings had required.

His guttural sounds were different than mine and as the rapturous moment continued, I envisioned myself being hunted just like he’d described. Another wave of excitement added to the pleasure and a climax suddenly rushed from deep within me.

He refused to stop even as I moaned too loudly. What if someone heard us? The thought brought a smile to my face as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face. The man knew exactly how to control me, to use my body in the way he’d yearned for. As the electricity surged between us, I was shocked that another orgasm jetted through my system.

His roughness was delicious, keeping me alive and on edge.

“Oh. Don’t stop. Just don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, Wild Kitty. We’re not finished by a long shot.” He jerked me off the desk, pulling out the same time he flipped me around. Using his leg, he kicked mine apart and returned his hold on my hair.

There was no warning, no statement of what he had planned before he drove the tip of his cock into my asshole. He stopped just as he hit the tight ring of muscle, hearing my moans of anguish and ecstasy mixed together.

That only fueled his fire as he’d done with mine and he slowly, expertly slipped the rest of his cock inside. My muscles screamed from the tight invasion, the sharp intensity forcing me to suck in my breath.

I witnessed stars in front of my eyes as I pushed up from the desk, mindful of being held as if I was a prisoner. What he was doing to me was filthier than anything and I loved every minute of it.

He picked up his rhythm, thrusting in and out. I could swear he heard music in his brain, using that to keep momentum. The force was enough to push me forward and at one point, I shifted my arm at the same moment he did. Suddenly, papers and his coffee cup were tossed onto the floor.

I wanted to laugh, but I sensed he was in his element.

How had we gone from him being my stalker to hiding under his desk to this? Oh, yes, a fateful night at the club. That had been karma kicking my ass and providing me with a chance at whatever this was.

Insanity.

My moans escalated as his actions became more brutal, if that was possible. I was shocked how amazing it felt, tickling sensations I hadn’t known existed assaulting my senses. He wasn’t letting go, jutting his hips forward as if he planned on doing this all night long.

The rush of stars continued until my mind and eyesight were fuzzy. I closed my eyes, incapable of thinking about anything but what he was doing.

When he finally started to slow, I felt his entire body tensing. Instead of erupting deep inside of me, finding his satisfaction, he dropped the full weight of his body over mine.

It wasn’t the possessive hold that got to me or the fact his cock was firmly planted in my asshole. It was the words that he whispered in my ear that brought another wave of extreme shivers.

“The nights are long, the savages out in full force. You’ll never know when you’ll be called to play. Be ready, little temptress. Just be ready.”