inside her mouth. Deep, hard
jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock. His taste was earthy,
primitive, addictive.
She fought to swallow each jetting
spurt, her moans rising as her hand pumped his flesh, fighting to give him
every second of pleasure that he could wring from the experience while tremors
of excitement flashed through her own system.
She was shaking, exhausted, yet her
body still ached. A hollow, haunting pain that she feared she would never rid
herself of now.
Kimberly licked her lips wearily,
tasting the essence of him as he knelt before her. His hands framed her face,
his gray eyes staring somberly into hers as his thumbs smoothed along her
cheekbones, then her swollen lips.
“You’re like a narcotic,” he
whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive, you make me fear for my sanity.”
Warmth exploded through her system.
His touch, his look, both were filled with such gentle amusement, and such
heated hunger that she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry over the fact
that they were only making themselves ache further.
“Jared…” Her hands gripped his
wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing her lips
gently with his.
“We better get dressed and get out
of here before your spy decides to pick the lock.” He grinned as he pulled back
and moved away from her. “Son of a bitch, if this room wasn’t damned near
soundproof then I’d have to kill him yet.”
She couldn’t say anything. Kimberly
felt the words locked in her soul, emotions, frightening in their extremity
rising within her. She licked her lips, tasting him yet again, and trembled as
her vagina rippled in growing demand.
She followed his example though,
dressing quickly, ignoring her shaking hands and the tears that locked in her
throat. Just as she ignored the growing certainty that her life, from this
point forward, would never be the same again.
Chapter Ten
It didn’t take Jared long to find
his prey. After escorting Kimberly to her bedroom where she swore she was going
to take a nap, Jared went hunting.
Knowing that one of the men
Kimberly should be able to trust was no more than a Judas sent by her father
was more than he could stomach. The Senator was beginning to piss him off in
ways that Jared knew wasn’t healthy for either of them.
Kimberly should have never been a
pawn in whatever fanatical vision her ancestor had. The Trust was bad enough,
holding over her head the preservation of an estate that should have rightfully
been hers without such extreme conditions. But to know that her father, the man
who should have cared more for her happiness and welfare, cared only about the
preservation of her chastity, that should be criminal.
Kimberly hadn’t been born to
restrain the natural sensuality that burned within her body. It was like a
flame, white-hot and intense, threatening to burn the man lucky enough to tap
into it. As Jared had. His body tightened at the knowledge that he had released
a passion inside her that he knew even she had been unaware existed.
His ears still rang with her
screams, her pleas for release. The scent of her arousal had been like the dew,
fresh and wild, sweet and clean. Her body had been like a flame, undulating
beneath his lips and tongue, spilling the sweet essence of her need to his
greedy lips. He’d be damned if he’d let her pay for the pleasure she had found
in his arms.
He moved silently through the
house, his eyes narrowed as he entered the hall in time to see his office door
closing silently. Within seconds, he had opened the door, pushing it forcefully
into the bastard on the other side before stepping in and grabbing the
bodyguard by the back of the neck and shaking him like a recalcitrant pup.
For a bodyguard, the bastard was a
simpleton. Jared had seen more experience in street thugs than he saw in the
moron he threw away from him.
“Hey… Dammit, what’s your problem?”
Tim Adams turned on him, his body moving into an attack
jets of semen pulsed from the head of his cock. His taste was earthy,
primitive, addictive.
She fought to swallow each jetting
spurt, her moans rising as her hand pumped his flesh, fighting to give him
every second of pleasure that he could wring from the experience while tremors
of excitement flashed through her own system.
She was shaking, exhausted, yet her
body still ached. A hollow, haunting pain that she feared she would never rid
herself of now.
Kimberly licked her lips wearily,
tasting the essence of him as he knelt before her. His hands framed her face,
his gray eyes staring somberly into hers as his thumbs smoothed along her
cheekbones, then her swollen lips.
“You’re like a narcotic,” he
whispered. “So powerful, so damned addictive, you make me fear for my sanity.”
Warmth exploded through her system.
His touch, his look, both were filled with such gentle amusement, and such
heated hunger that she didn’t know if she should laugh or cry over the fact
that they were only making themselves ache further.
“Jared…” Her hands gripped his
wrists, feeling the strength there as he leaned forward, caressing her lips
gently with his.
“We better get dressed and get out
of here before your spy decides to pick the lock.” He grinned as he pulled back
and moved away from her. “Son of a bitch, if this room wasn’t damned near
soundproof then I’d have to kill him yet.”
She couldn’t say anything. Kimberly
felt the words locked in her soul, emotions, frightening in their extremity
rising within her. She licked her lips, tasting him yet again, and trembled as
her vagina rippled in growing demand.
She followed his example though,
dressing quickly, ignoring her shaking hands and the tears that locked in her
throat. Just as she ignored the growing certainty that her life, from this
point forward, would never be the same again.
Chapter Ten
It didn’t take Jared long to find
his prey. After escorting Kimberly to her bedroom where she swore she was going
to take a nap, Jared went hunting.
Knowing that one of the men
Kimberly should be able to trust was no more than a Judas sent by her father
was more than he could stomach. The Senator was beginning to piss him off in
ways that Jared knew wasn’t healthy for either of them.
Kimberly should have never been a
pawn in whatever fanatical vision her ancestor had. The Trust was bad enough,
holding over her head the preservation of an estate that should have rightfully
been hers without such extreme conditions. But to know that her father, the man
who should have cared more for her happiness and welfare, cared only about the
preservation of her chastity, that should be criminal.
Kimberly hadn’t been born to
restrain the natural sensuality that burned within her body. It was like a
flame, white-hot and intense, threatening to burn the man lucky enough to tap
into it. As Jared had. His body tightened at the knowledge that he had released
a passion inside her that he knew even she had been unaware existed.
His ears still rang with her
screams, her pleas for release. The scent of her arousal had been like the dew,
fresh and wild, sweet and clean. Her body had been like a flame, undulating
beneath his lips and tongue, spilling the sweet essence of her need to his
greedy lips. He’d be damned if he’d let her pay for the pleasure she had found
in his arms.
He moved silently through the
house, his eyes narrowed as he entered the hall in time to see his office door
closing silently. Within seconds, he had opened the door, pushing it forcefully
into the bastard on the other side before stepping in and grabbing the
bodyguard by the back of the neck and shaking him like a recalcitrant pup.
For a bodyguard, the bastard was a
simpleton. Jared had seen more experience in street thugs than he saw in the
moron he threw away from him.
“Hey… Dammit, what’s your problem?”
Tim Adams turned on him, his body moving into an attack
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