5 Nights (Sinful Delights Romance - Boxed Set) (69 page)

He quickly removed his own shoes and pants, and stood before her, almost afraid to touch the perfection that was all Angela.  His shaft strained against his boxer briefs, and for a moment he understood that he wasn't in control.  Strangely enough it didn't bother him in the least that she had taken the lead here.

The coolness of the air wafted against her bare skin and she wished she had the courage to take off the last flimsy bit of fabric, but she faltered.  "Nolan," she whispered, her trembling fingers resting on the elastic of the material, she felt almost frozen.

"I want to see all of you sweetheart," he wanted to walk over and help her remove the last barrier, but knew she needed to do this on her own.  She had shown more courage than any woman he'd ever known by going this far in his opinion. He refused to take that away from her now.

Taking a shaky deep breath, she slid the silky material down her thighs, and stepped out of them.  A part of her wanted to cover herself from his passion filled eyes, but she
knew that wasn't what he wanted and she remained completely still as he glanced over every inch of her exposed flesh.

"I've never seen anyone more beautiful Angela," he whispered in reverence.  Walking over, he engulfed her in his arms once more, feeling the tremor moving through her small frame. The feel of her softness against his body was the most amazing sensation he'd ever known, and he stood there for a few moments just enjoying the feel of her so close to him.

He kissed her again, and for the first time in her life she truly wasn't afraid. It felt so wonderful to be held by him, to enjoy his hardness against her as her softness gave way.  Her body ached with strange new sensations and she whimpered softly, confused at the overwhelming need for even more.

With more care than he had ever given anything, he lifted her into his arms and walked over to the bed.  Gently, he lowered using one hand to pull back the comforter before placing her in the center.  Joining her quickly, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her again.  Even as his body demanded release, he refused to move faster, needing her to want to be here as much as he wanted her.

When her back arched up, rubbing her breasts against his chest, he knew she needed more.  Lowering his large hand, he cupped the beautiful mound lovingly, before lowering his head and suckling the pale peak into his mouth.  Her soft cry of pleasure moved through him and he ached to give her everything she needed to be whole once more.

Her hands roamed over the thick muscles in his back, amazed at the incredible feeling his mouth was giving.  Closing her eyes, she allowed the sensations to overwhelm her.  As
his teeth gently nipped the peak, she felt a pang of desire move from her breast straight to her core, and cried out softly.

He couldn't get enough, his hands traced the smooth skin of her arms, trailed across her abdomen,
and then lowered to run down the length of her legs.  Moving to the end of the bed he lifted her small arched foot, and suckled her toes, then allowed his tongue to find her ankle, calf, and her thigh before moving up and finding her lips again. 

Her core was aching as he continued to rein kisses and caresses everywhere but where she craved it the most.  When he carefully turned her over on her stomach, she almost groaned in frustration as his hands and lips trailed down her spine, over her rear, and down to her feet again.  "Please Nolan," she begged softly, she needed more than this, even as her face flushed with heat of her brazenness.

He knew exactly what she needed, but had refused to do more than she was ready for.  Turning her back over, he smiled warmly.  "Do you want me to touch you sweetheart?" At her nod he chuckled softly and his hands moved over her arms then breasts again.  "Like this?"  She had to give him permission to go further, he decided.

Shaking her head no, she gave a frustrated whimper, wondering why he didn't know what she needed from him.

"You have to tell me what you want angel," his lips found hers again, stilling all movement of his hands.

With her body on the edge of some amazing discovery, she still couldn't put into words what she desired.  Instead she grabbed his hand and lowered it to the part of her that was aching almost painfully. She knew her face was probably
burning with color, but she forced herself to look up into his expressive eyes.

If it had been anyone else he would have demanded she put into words what she wanted, with her this was more than enough.  His long fingers slid through the soft downy curls between her thighs, and stroked gently.  He had always preferred his women shaved, but with her she was perfect the way she was, he thought.  The silken flesh of her core was drenched with her need, and he felt like screaming thank you at the top of his lungs.  She tensed as he slid one finger inside the tightness of her flesh, and he slowly withdrew.

"You are so tight my little angel," he caressed the small nub again before allowing his finger to slide in again slowly.  He wasn't a small man, and worried that he'd break his promise to not cause her pain when he took her.  Determined not to let that happen, he added another finger attempting to stretch her.

She gasped at the delicious feeling of his fingers inside of her, even though there was a slight fullness she wasn't used to.  His movements were so slow and unhurried that within minutes she was arching up to meet every gentle thrust of the magic of his hand, aching again for more.

Sliding his fingers from her clenching flesh, he lowered his body down the bed, and lifted her shapely thighs over his shoulders.  The slight fear in her eyes, he returned with a smile before lowering his mouth to the perfection of her taste. 

Shocked at what he was doing, she tensed until the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue drove away any other thoughts.  When his fingers found her again, as his tongue
continued to torment her, she found release almost immediately and cried out loudly.  Her first orgasm, she thought as she floated back into her own mind.  She didn't have long to recover as his mouth and fingers began the same dance again, amazing her as her body wanted release again.

Moving back up her body, he kissed her gently before sliding from the bed and removing his boxers.  Her eyes widened as they found his shaft, and she knew that he was gifted in that area even if she had only seen one other male before.  "Nolan?" The thought of him filling her with his hugeness, made her pause for a minute.

The need in his eyes though, there was no way she could deny him his pleasure after all he had already given her tonight. Parting her thighs slightly, she held out her arms to him, telling him without words she wanted this to go further.

If she had demanded that he stop, he knew that he would have been happy to simply have given her pleasure this night.  Her open arms filled him with more joy than he could ever recall having before and he slowly lowered himself back onto the bed.  Coming between her thighs, his fingers stroked softly until she was once again arching toward his touch.  "Watch me," he entreated with what little patience he had left.

Her eyes opened widely as he slowly inched inside her resistant flesh, and she cried out softly at the pain.  Her nails bit into his back as she felt her body stretch to accommodate him, and for a panic filled moment she knew this would never work.  Biting her lip to stop from crying out again, she attempted to relax.

She was so incredible tight and the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.  "Sweetheart we can stop," he hoped he still had that capability, as he spoke the words and inched in again slowly then retreating at the look of pain on her beautiful face.

"Don't stop," she demanded softly, not happy about the pain, but also wanting to share this with him.  Lowering her hands to his perfect rear she pushed down as her hips lifted up and on his thrust he broke through the barrier of her innocence.  She couldn't stop the cry that escaped at the burning pain, or the tears that slid from her eyes.

A million thoughts moved through his head at that moment, knowing he'd just taking her virginity and not knowing how it was possible.  Sensing the pain he was causing, he remained completely still, allowing her body to adjust, and knew he wouldn't bring up any of those thoughts at the moment.  Her pleasure was all that mattered and he was determined to bring it back.

The pain was slowly receding, and she could tell by the look on his face how much strain it was causing him to not move.  "I'm okay Nolan," she whispered softly.

His fingers tenderly wiped the tears from her eyes and he slowly moved.  "Soon it will feel good again, I promise," he hoped he wasn't lying, but that's what he'd heard.  He never taken a virgin before and could only hope they were right.  With all the control he could muster, he slowly began thrusting inside her tight sheath, all his focus on bringing her desire again.  Allowing his fingers to trail between their bodies, he caressed the swollen nub again until she cried out softly.

Without the barrier in the way, her body was aching again for the incredible release she knew he could give.  Arching up to meet each thrust of his body, she lost herself in the bliss that was all Nolan.  Her body was stretched and so full, but it was such an incredible feeling that she wanted to stay joined with him like this forever.  Wrapping her legs around his hips, she felt him delve even deeper and cried out at the incredible friction until she tensed and came undone so completely. It was the most amazing experience of her life.

Her clenching folds drove him over the edge and he lost himself to the moment until his release came so powerfully he was stunned for a few brief moments.  When he could see clearly again, he carefully lifted away from her, the soft whimper from her lips, making him cringe.  He didn't like the idea of hurting her at all.

Curling against his chest with his arm wrapped around her protectively, she was blown away by the beauty of what they'd just shared.  If this is what making love was like, she thought, she wanted to do it every single day for the rest of her existence.  The thought forced a small laugh from her lips.

Leaning over, he pulled a stray wisp of hair from her face.  "You know sweetheart
, laughing at a man after sex could make him doubt his skills." He grinned, wanting her to know he was only joking.

"I think your skills are pretty perfect," she smiled back, somewhat embarrassed at the conversation.

His facial expression grew serious as he considered what she had given him this night.  "I didn't know you were a virgin," he spoke quietly, trying to understand how her stepfather had raped her and the obvious fact it was impossible.

She tensed and knew he deserved the truth, "He didn't take that virginity," she hated thinking about what he'd done to her when she was lying here with him.

The dawning of what she was saying made him livid.  He could only imagine the agony of what she suffered being taken that way by a man who obviously didn't care if he hurt her.  Pulling her against him protectively, he wanted to beat the asshole until he knew how it felt to suffer in that way.  Even with his submissive's he spent weeks of training them for anal sex, and then it wasn't always easy for a first timer.  "Baby I'm so sorry for what you went through." He couldn't let her see his anger, she might take it in the wrong way.

"I know now what it can be like Nolan, I just want to forget." Holding him tightly, she believed that maybe after being with him now she could finally let go of the pain she'd sheltered in her heart for so long.

He had to lighten the mood, he decided.  "I don't know angel, we might have to do this a hundred times or more to make sure you know how good it can be." He forced a small laugh for her benefit, but the thought of showing her all the pleasures he had to offer was a very tempting idea.

"Just a hundred," she giggled, thinking after what he'd shown her tonight they could probably knock that number out in a week.

"Okay maybe a thousand, but after that you might need to let me rest," he loved joking with her, and it helped ease the anger he felt earlier at that detriment to society who had hurt her so viciously.

She laughed and felt like for once her entire world was perfect.  He pleasured her and showed her how to pleasure him a few more times during the night, but he refused to make love again.  He knew her body was sore and needed time to heal, and the last thing he would ever consciously do is hurt her.

The following weeks were like a dream come true, Angela relived the memories after hanging up from talking with Rachel.  Nolan was stuck in pre-production for the show tonight, and it was the first time they'd really been apart since she moved in.  He'd invited her to come along, but knowing the reporters would be talking with the contestants, she'd pleaded off for a little quiet time.

All her song tracks had been put down at the studio, and even the new music video she was starring in was completed. 
Several times she felt like pinching herself, afraid she was going to wake up and discover she was still back home.  Nolan had been the most generous lover, and she couldn't tell him, but she'd fallen so in love with him the thought of walking away made her heart ache.

He treated her like a fragile princess, and it was such a contradiction to the control freak he showed the rest of the world on camera.  Lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear what the servant was saying until she nodded her head, and pulled herself out of the dreamland of her memories.

Apparently she had a visitor, since the servant told her she'd bring refreshments to the living room.  Having no idea who would be visiting her here, since everyone she knew in town was involved in the production of the show, she quickly walked down stairs to greet her guest.

Her heart dropped into her stomach at the sight of the man who had filled her nightmares for years.  "Ronald," eyes widening in fear, she couldn't muster up the courage to say anything else.

"It looks like they've really dolled you up," taking a seat on the expensive leather couch, he allowed his eyes to roam suggestively over his now fully grown stepdaughter.

"Ms. Storm, will drinks be sufficient?" Edward, the housekeeper inquired, unaware of what the situation was.

"Drinks, preferably bourbon if you have it," he waved the butler off with his hand, pleased that Angela seemed to be unable to talk.  The little bitch had caused him endless grief after her disappearance and he was here to make sure she paid one way or another.

"As you wish, Sir," walking from the room Edward felt somewhat uncomfortable with the uncouth man in the mansion, and considered calling his employer.  Being the professional he was, he decided to serve drinks before contacting Mr. Fitzgerald.

"What are you doing here Ronald," she couldn't believe he'd found her, and here of all places.  She wanted to run from the room, but fear kept her immobile, standing in the same place she'd remained since she saw him in the room.

"Is that any way to greet your daddy, girl," looking her over again, he thought she'd filled out in all the right places.  "Come sit your ass down, and let's have a discussion like two adults."

His attitude freed her from her sluggish mindset and she grew enraged. "I want you out of my house before I call the police."  She tried to make the demand forceful but it came out as a croaky whisper.  The man still had the ability to terrify her.

"Listen you little bitch, I've had to deal with your mother's bullshit for the last five years since you left, and you're going to make it worth my while to leave again, if you know what's good for you."  As she visibly shrank back he grinned. 

"What do you want," this couldn't be happening, she thought as her stomach churned in nausea.  Why now, after all these years had he found her?  She turned and was about to leave the room, when he stood, reached out and gripped her arm tightly, then slapped her soundly across the face.

"You make one more move to leave this room and I'll throw your slutty little ass on the floor and take what I didn't get the
last time, you get me?"  Pulling her back to the couch, he sat her down forcefully, then stood towering over her.

Edward walked back in the room with a tray carrying a bottle of bourbon, ice, a coke for Angela, and two glasses.  Seeing the tension in the room, he knew he needed to call his employer, but also didn't want to overstep his boundaries.  Sitting the tray down on the table he asked politely, "Can I bring you anything else?"

"No, Angela and I don't want to be disturbed, your job is finished here take the night off," Ronald demanded as if he had the right to give orders.

Angela wanted to scream for the servant not to leave her alone, but she knew firsthand how volatile her step-father's temper could be and couldn't allow the elderly man to be hurt by her circumstances.  "Thank you Edward that will be all."  She knew the servant wouldn't leave without her permission.

"Very well Ms. Storm, Mr. Fitzgerald should be arriving home soon, so I will bid you goodnight."  He hoped the young woman understood his cryptic message, but even if she didn't, he would have security here as soon as he left the room.  The fear in her eyes made him wish he was a man of more physical strength, but he knew that he couldn't fight off the much younger man and security was the wiser choice.  And she could also be friends with this rude man, he reminded himself, but still it wouldn't hurt to have someone other than he make sure this situation was amicable.

Ronald waited until the servant left before grabbing her arm again.  "I always knew you were a whore Angela, but I have to give you kudos on hooking such a rich fuck buddy." He
laughed coldly, somewhat impressed at her ability to better her circumstances.

She couldn't argue back with him, knowing he could hurt her badly now that they were all alone.  Nolan wasn't due home for hours, and now that she had released the servant, she had to use her head to fend him off until she could break away, she thought.  "What is it going to take for you to leave me alone, Ronald?"  She wanted to kick him in the balls or take a gun to his head, but self-preservation was the key at this moment.

He kept the tight grip on her arm, knowing she'd have one hell of a bruise there tomorrow, and looked around the expensive surroundings.  "Well seeing how you're living like the rich and famous now, I figure I'll start with half a million." 

"Obviously I don't have that kind of money," stall him, her mind screamed at her even when she wanted to throw up all over him. 

"I'm sure you'll get me what I need from your rich playboy, and if you think you can just promise me you'll pay and don't, remember I'll take out every dollar of what you don't pay me on that sorry excuse for a mother you have."  He doubted the silly bitch had the intelligence to try and double cross him, she hadn't even graduated high school. 

"I can't say that I really care what you do to that woman who gave birth to me Ronald, all I want is for you to leave and never come back into my life again."  She hadn't had a mother in five years, and even when she considered her a parent, she'd never done anything to help her, so why should she care what happened there.

"I knew you were a sorry bitch Angela, what kind of girl doesn't care what happens to her own mother." He laughed crudely, actually respecting her a little for her lack of giving a shit.

Needing to continue stalling she spoke what she felt, "She didn't help me get away from you, so what you do to her is of no concern to me." The fact that she didn't want to see her mother hurt, even after the shit she'd allowed to happen to her, made her feel guilty, and she hated that feeling.

"You just make sure I get my money, or trust me, I'll find you one night when your sugar daddy isn't around and make what I did to you before seems like a day in an amusement park," Grabbing her arm tighter, his eyes bore into hers, pleased at the terror shining back at him.

"It's going to take me a few days to come up with that kind of cash," she had no idea how she would get that type of money, but until she was safe again, she couldn't let him know that.

Edward called the security team, and they were on their way to assure him of her safety.  He called his boss letting him know what he'd done as well, hoping he'd made the right choice, and knowing he had when Mr. Fitzgerald said he was leaving the studio immediately and to inform security the man was to be detained.

Security had immediately stepped in and escorted the rude man into the study, and the police were called in after Angela described the man as a trespasser.   Angela had never been so happy to see the security team as she had been at that moment.  The moment they entered the room she explained that Ronald was unwelcome and had gotten through the front gate by using a false identity.  She knew that Nolan had put her stepfather on the list of people unwelcome on his property, and even if Ronald was a bastard, he definitely had intelligence.

His threats echoed down the hallway as he promised retribution if she had him arrested, and she couldn't believe he had the audacity to say that she wanted him there.  Covering her ears, she sat in the floor, wishing she could block out the sound of his voice forever.  She was supposed to be safe here, and now she knew she'd never feel safe again. Her mind screamed for her to run away again, and bury herself in obscurity so he could never find her again.  Nothing in her life would ever be right, she thought as she sunk into her own mind of mental anguish.

Nolan found her sitting in the middle of the floor, lost to the outside world and curled in a fetal position.  Moving quickly he sat down on the floor and attempted to gather her into the safety of his arms, but she began screaming.  He didn't know how to help her, and for the first time in his adult life, tears of grief found his cheeks as he stood and backed away. 

Pulling his cell phone out of his pocked he called Sanders, and told him to find a professional, explaining the situation briefly.  His beautiful angel was completely broken and he longed to hold her and tell her that he'd never allow anyone to hurt her again, but she wouldn't even let him touch her.  Helplessly, he sat down on the floor a few feet away from here, not wanting to scare her more, and stared at her helplessly.

The police arrived, and he left the room only long enough to tell them he was filing trespassing charges against the man and to get him off his property.  He wanted to kill the man, but at the moment his entire world was focused on his broken angel.  Never in his life had he ever seen someone suffer the way she was now and it destroyed him to know it was because he didn't protect her.

When they psychiatrist that Sanders had employed arrived, she informed her that Angela was in shock and needed to be kept overnight in the hospital.  He informed her he would consent to that if he could stay by her side, and was told that until Angela could tell them what had happened, he was considered to be a risk.  The psychiatrist informed him she'd call the police if he didn't relinquish her to her care.

After her assurance that Angela would be guarded against any attempts of visitation from any party until her mental status could be evaluated, he reluctantly agreed.  The thought of not being there for her unmanned him, but she had to come first, he told himself as they took her away in an ambulance. 

Left alone in the now empty mansion, he'd never felt so completely alone in his adult life.  He would never forgive himself for allowing this to happen, and vowed that the man would pay for the hell he put his precious angel through if it was the last thing he did.