Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (10 page)

“How dare you!” she shouted. “This is my life. You have no right to
interfere with it.”

He didn’t rise to the bait of her anger. Instead he put his hands in
the pockets of his gray slacks, looked down at her with concern in his bright
eyes.

“What’s going on here, Sasha? Obviously, something has changed in the
last few months. Do you need some help?”

Her cheeks burned even more with the humiliation of it. Another
reminder of just how far she’d fallen since James came back into her life.

“What I have going on is done of your damn business. Just go back to
the stables and leave me alone.” She crossed her arms over her chest, stared at
him mulishly.

Damien didn’t move. “Sasha. If it’s money troubles you’re having, let
me help you. Please. All you have to do is ask. Anything I can do for you, I
will.”

“No! You will not manage my life. Don’t think just because I’m your
little submissive fuck-toy at work and pretty much anywhere else you want that
I can’t deal with my own shit. I’m a grown ass woman and I can take care of
myself!” She clenched her fists at her sides. “I may be just another conquest
to you but don’t treat me like a fucking helpless twit. I knew you couldn’t
handle a woman who was independent. I
knew
it. You expect a woman to
submit to you in life just like she does in your bed!”

She swung away from him but he grabbed her arm. “Just wait a fucking
minute,” he growled. “Why the hell would you say something like that? You’re
the most self-sufficient woman I know and I damn sure enjoy your company. I
enjoy everything about you, even your cursed stubbornness.”

She tried to shake off his hand but he didn’t let her go.

“I can see that you’re up to your pretty little ass in something.
Something bad. You’re worried and you’re scared, but you’re too damn proud to
ask for help when it’s obvious to everyone around that you need it.” He drew a
harsh breath. “Why won’t you trust me and tell me what’s going on with you?”

Sasha stared at him, incredulous. “Why should I trust you when you
haven’t given me a reason to? After all, we’re just fuck-buddies, right?”

Damien’s eyes widened. For a brief moment, they reflected surprise. And
pain. “After all we’ve done together, do you really think that’s true?” he
asked quietly. “You still don’t trust me?”

The shock in his voice stopped the flow of angry words from her mouth.
Forcing her to think about what she’d just said to him. If it was really true.
Sasha bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood.

She remembered the last time they were together, in his study, how
she’d allowed him to bind her hands and put his hands around her throat,
trusting him not to hurt her. She caught her breath in surprise.

She’d never before thought their relationship was one based on trust.
From the very beginning, she had allowed him things she had never trusted with
another man. He’d held her life and her pleasure in his hands and had taken
care of her each and every time. With a low sound of distress, she collapsed
onto a box of books. She looked up at him.

“I’ve never trusted anyone the way that I trust you.” The words coming
from her mouth shocked her with their undeniable truth.

Unmindful of his slacks, Damien sat down next to her on the floor. He
put his arm around her, pulled her close to him. She rested her head on his
shoulder, breathing in his clean scent.

“Sasha...” His voice drifted into silence. For a moment, they sat
together with the sound of their soft breaths, the nearby sound of a car
stereo’s booming bass. His eyes roamed over her face. “I didn’t think I would
ever trust anyone again. Especially after...” Damien paused again, lashes
sweeping down to hide the expression in his eyes. “Especially after my wife—my
ex-wife—betrayed and left me.” His jaw tightened. “But she’s in the past, and I
want you to be my present.”

Sasha drew back and stared at him in amazement, allowing the warmth in
her heart for him to surface for the first time.

Damien touched her face, caressed her jaw line with the back of his
knuckles. “Sasha, I want there to be trust between us. And I want us to be more
than just fuck-buddies.” A faint smile drifted across his mouth. “Are you
willing give us a chance at a real relationship? One out in the open?”

Her head spun with his words. It seemed like she’d been waiting for him
to say those things forever, even though she hadn’t even acknowledged that
desire to herself. She did want him. She wanted him more than just sexually.
She wanted him in every way that a woman wanted a man.

“Yes,” she answered softly. “I do want that.”

A dazzling smile took over his face. “I’m glad to hear you say it.” He
lifted her off the box and down into his lap. Kissed her mouth while she sighed
with happiness, threading her fingers through his hair.

He kissed her tenderly, a melting joining of mouths and breaths that
made her sink even more deeply into him. His body was warm and hard under hers,
a comfort of masculine planes and uncompromising strength. With her on his lap,
Damien took of his shirt. She took advantage of her position to touch his body,
relearning the impressive musculature, the flat masculine nipples that seemed
as sensitive as hers. He hissed as she pinched them, his hips bucking up into
her lap.

“If you keep that up, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last for
you,” Damien said. He rolled over and pressed her down onto her back on the
hardwood floor. His feet kicked a box aside. He shoved another one away from
near his face.

Despite his earlier words, he was slow and tender. He touched her
gently, telling her without saying another word that she was desired,
treasured, that they had come to a new place in whatever this thing was between
them. Sasha slid her hand up his neck, into his hair, kissing him, adoring him
with her mouth as he adored her with his touch. He murmured her name against
her mouth, telling her between kisses how beautiful she was, how precious to
him.

Sasha melted like snow in the sun. He tenderly drew the clothes from her
body, revealing her naked flesh by slow inches. Her stomach. Breasts. The dip
between her collarbones that he kissed and worshiped with his tongue. Under
him, she squirmed and sighed, her senses drowning in the sensual onslaught. The
kisses. His hands on her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples while he
stared into her eyes, watching her face for every sign of her pleasure.

“Damien....” She moaned his name as he caressed her breasts.

Then he dipped his head, pressing open mouthed kisses to her flesh,
sucking her nipples into his mouth, pinching the tender flesh until it was red
and tender and she was awash in arousal. She squeezed her thighs together,
rhythmically squeezing her muscles to preserve the sensation, to heighten it,
to stroke it.

He unbuttoned her pants, unzipped them, pulled them along with her
underwear down her legs and off to some unknown corner of the room.

“You are perfection,” he murmured, caressing the newly bared length of
her legs, his touch sending shock-waves of delight through her body.

It was so strange to have him touch her this way. So new. It gave her
the feeling of having a tiger on a leash. One she knew who could eat her in one
greedy bite but instead chose to merely tease her face with its sweet breath.
She sighed as Damien kissed a line down her stomach, biting her skin but
licking it immediately after. Pain and pleasure. A more tender version of what
they had shared in the past. At her bush, he stopped his descent, took a deep
breath, smelling her. Sasha’s legs fell open at the first brush of his breath
against her.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he murmured.

Then set out to proving the truth of his words. He parted the lush
black hairs on her mound, exposing her clitoris to his breath and the first
lick of his tongue. Sasha trembled. He lashed her with his tongue again, laving
her needy clit, diving down between her swollen lips to explore as deeply as he
could. Licking and humming against her, his tongue swirling around her clit,
worshipping it, then sucking it deep into his mouth. Sasha whimpered, fisting
her hands in his hair.

Desire danced through her, leaving golden footprints in its wake. She
called out Damien’s name. Gasped it as he sucked her clit harder, pulled more
sweetness from her. She was melting. Molten. She gasped in rhythm with his
ardent sucking, her body going into pleasure shock. She cried out his name
again. She couldn’t take any more. She just couldn’t.

He slid three fingers inside her, curled them in the slippery cavern of
her pussy, stroked her deeply until she was bucking under him, a tight need
coiling low in her belly, his fingers fucking her with a hot liquid sound that
invited more of her moans, her sighs. She gripped his hair tighter as the need
became more, became a bursting cataclysm that shoved a wailing scream from her
throat and gushed hot fluid from between her thighs and all over his face.

She panted, her eyes blinking in shock. Never in her life. Never....

He moved up her body, his chest sliding over her breasts, his breath
smelling of her pussy, face wet. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly. She was
covered in his scent and hers, raking her fingers through his hair as he kissed
her, her body lolling in its post-orgasmic haze, minute tremors still moving
through her. His hand moved between them, fingers unzipping, fist grasping,
cock sinking deeply into her liquid pussy.

Sasha gasped at the incredible sensation. Damien rolled his hips
between hers, fucking her slowly, deeply while his eyes captured hers. The
vivid blue eyes had darkened with desire, lashes fluttering as his cock moved
as slowly as a dream inside her, bringing heat and more slickness and her
breath coming quickly again. She braced her feet flat against the ground as she
moved her hips, rolling in counterpoint to his movements until they found a
rhythm that made them both breathless.

“Damien.” She clutched at his back, her hips winding in tight circles
under him.

She gasped his name, her head whipping back and forth on the floor as
the sensation built and built and built. Sasha called his name again. He gasped
soundlessly above her as he held himself up from crushing her, his tightly
muscled arms trembling and covered his sweat.

“You feel so good around my cock, Sasha,” he choked out as his hips
moved between hers. “I could fuck you forever.”

But good things didn’t last forever. Sasha knew that from experience,
but that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was his thick cock stirring the
pleasure inside her, stirring her back to the edge of orgasm. She felt the burn
of her satisfaction so close. She gasped and moved under him, frantically now,
clawing toward her come.

“Fuck!” Damien grabbed her hips and jerked her hard onto him.

His body bucked and shook as his orgasm took him, the hot spill of his
seed pouring inside Sasha, triggering her own implosion.

“Yes!” Sasha cried out. “Yes!”

They shuddered together, their bodies finally coming to rest long
moments later in a sweaty heap on the floor. Damien groaned.

“I think you’ve cast a spell over me, woman.”

She stroked his damp chest. “I think you have it the other way around,”
she murmured.

He chuckled then rolled over onto his back so she could lie on top of
him. He smoothed a hand down her back, her ass. Sasha sighed in contentment,
her body boneless and filled with the warmth of loving him. He was worthy of
her trust. And he’d proven that to her time and time again. Soon, she would
tell him about James and his demands. And she would tell him about her family
and what she from. It wouldn’t be today. What they had now was too good to
spoil with such dirty revelations. But she would tell him. Soon.

“I know this is a little backwards.” Damien twirled a lock of her hair
around his index finger, his breath tickling her ear. “After all, we have been
sleeping together for months now, but I’d like for us to go to dinner, like a
real couple.”

Sasha smiled.
A real couple.
“I think I could do something like
that.” At his incredulous look, she laughed.

“You
think
you could do something like that?” His eyes glittered
dangerously as he sat up, an eyebrow arched. He pulled her to him, fluttering
long fingers across her ribs. She shrieked in laughter, falling against him in
helpless giggles as he tickled her mercilessly.

“Okay!” she cried out. “I’d love to go to dinner with you. I’d love
it!”

His fingers stilled as the laughter tumbled from his eyes. “That’s what
I like to hear.”

Sasha laughed again, snuggling up against him on the hard floor. It
didn’t sound too bad to her ears either.

~~~

Soft jazz played from the stereo of the small downtown restaurant.
Beyond the window by their table, Louisville was a cornucopia of lights. The
high rise buildings sparkling like Christmas trees. The Ohio River glimmering
in the distance, reflecting those lights. On a Thursday evening, the street
just outside the restaurant window was nearly empty. An oasis of calm.

In the middle of their table, a candle flickered, its light flickering
over Damien’s face as he leaned back in his chair in front of the remains of
his lobster dinner. He looked happy. Sasha felt happy.