Imogen’s POV
As he flung the door just adjacent the staircase, there was only one thing on my mind. My mouth had finally put me into trouble, the good kind of trouble though. He walked into the room and the red light rested on his white shirt that hugged his muscular body so tight. My eyes wandered around the room. It was quite huge and it slowly dawned on me that I was about to get in bed with another man that was not Perry but I didn’t feel the slightest bit of hesitation. Maybe… What in the world? Blond had drawn a curtain to the side and my mouth fell open. Arranged on the wall were different sizes of equipment. Not just any equipment, sex toys ranging from the regular dildos and vibrators; all of different shapes and sizes, chains, candles and nipple clamps. I swallowed as he picked up a vibrator and turned it on. The low hum of the toy filled the room and he turned around to look at me with hooded eyes. He then picked up the furry handcuffs and my mind began to imagine things immediately. “Come here,” he ordered but I ignored him still in awe of what we were about to do. I imagined being cuffed to the bed frame while he rammed into me from behind and I tried to catch my breath because the pleasure got too much. Without breaking eye contact, he walked toward me and stopped, not leaving a space between us. As he gripped my waist, my body froze. It wasn’t fear I was feeling, it was like I was high and I needed release, quickly. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. As if he knew I was new to this. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but I was happy he assured me, I wanted to be touched so bad. I took a sharp and deep breath, and my body shook all over as the vibrator touched my pussy and they both screamed in pleasure. Blond buried his face in my neck, cuddling me. I got lost in his martini scented breath as he pulled my lips into a fierce kiss, I melted into him with pleasure. This was heaven. My hands slid along his backside and pulled him even closer to me. His hips buckled against mine and he pulled away slightly to stare down at me through hooded eyes that glittered with excitement. We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other. I could feel his desire for me in his muscles that pressed against mine, it vibrated through every part of my body and filled it up like a drug. My heart pounded in my chest as a feeling of complete euphoria swelled within me. His eyes were full of passion and emotion. They looked at me and I stared back into them, my own longing mirrored right back at me. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there. Parting my legs, he skimmed the vibrator over my pussy folds as a small moan escaped my lips and I immediately put my hand over my mouth to stop any more sound from coming out. Perry used to say that I hot aroused quickly and it was a turnoff for him so I didn’t want that to happen now. “Don’t be silent. Let me hear it,” he said in a very soft tone into my ear. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves letting the veins in his arms show, then he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back gently. For a man that looked so dangerous, he sure was gentle with me. He pulled at my thin dress strap and by the time the second strap was down, his eyes left my eyes to my tits with hardened nipples. His hand quickly grabbed one of my tits and he played with it using his fingers—slapping, pinching even squeezing the already sensitive nipples. If there was anything turning me on aside the way he touched me was the way he was so focused. One of his large hands grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up on the bed so that i was very exposed and he proceeded to lie beside me with his face next to mine. I wasn’t to hold back the loud moan when he wrapped his lips on my tits, sucking on it harshly and swirling his tongue on it. That action alone made me feel an electric jolt down to my core and it was like I saw actual stars when I felt the vibrator on my clit. As he sucked in my tits and dragged the vibrator over my clit to my pussy hole, I gripped the sheets tightly because my climax was building up and I was so close, all I needed was a little more. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” I heard him say and I felt him remove the vibrator. Before I could understand what he said, he replaced the vibrator with his fingers and I gasped in sheer pleasure feeling every inch of my tight heat and he moaned in ecstasy at how warm it made me. His fingers felt long and thick and he was not gentle in the way he pushed them into me, gradually increasing his speed and bringing me closer and closer to my climax. With every stroke, he hit a different spot. “Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned ad I felt myself almost reached my climax. However a very loud knock on the door interrupted us causing him to pull away. My heartbeat ran wild and I feared that something bad must have happened. I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair scattered and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to show on my pale skin, I shivered as anxiety ran through me. Our eyes met and he held my gaze, I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could feel it leaving hot trails as his eyes went up and down. The intruder knocked again causing Blond to pull the door open. With the way he pulled it, I thought it’d come off its hinges. “What do you want?” Although his voice was low, I could still hear him. “B…boss, sorry to disturb you. T…there’s a man downstairs breaking things and creating such a mess.” Why did the person call him boss? Also, I had noticed the music had stopped playing and I could hear shouts from downstairs. “Who is he and what does he want?” “We do not know. He says he’s looking for a woman who came here and he refuses to leave.” I wondered who that could be and why, but just then I heard the familiar voice that had the capacity to ruin me.SILAS’S POVIt had been two days after I had arrived from Italy, and I was still as tired as hell.After the phone call with Imogen’s supposed husband--I blocked his contact.Not out of fear of his threats--hilarious. I may sound like an asshole, but after hearing his voice over the phone, I was pretty sure he was a wimp. I doubted he could take me on--and if he could, there was no doubt I would whoop his ass.I sat in the boardroom, at the head of a long ass table, surrounded by the members of the media team. One of them stood by a wall, pointing at a projected slide and yammering about choosing a model to help advertise the new hotel that was currently being built. It would be finished soon, and they couldn’t wait to publicize it already.Well, I could wait.What was the rush?There were a lot of other projects to deal with--buildings needed management, and management meant money. I had a quota I wanted to meet by the end of the year.I had just attended the meeting to give my head
SILAS’S POVWater fell down my back, cold as ever--I ran my hands through my hair, spreading the shampoo through. It had been a long day.A damn long day.I was worried for nothing.The woman was all concerned about me getting married.Married!I chuckled, scrubbing through my scalp--my eyes closed as a memory of a certain brown eyed woman pulling at my hair flashed through my head.Imogen.My jaw clenched and my breathing became labored.Fuck!She was not even here--just a memory of her, a wisp, a scent, anything was enough to make me feel like some horny teenager again.With a growl, I scrubbed harder. Trying to focus on my mother’s request instead. That straight-up killed my boner. Why the hell was she yammering about me getting married?When she said that, I’d simply laughed, told her it wouldn’t happen, and she would have a better chance convincing Sylvia than convincing me to get married.Of course, she had snickered as if I was merely fooling around and did not know what I was
SILAS’S POV“Mother?” I called, cocking my head to the side, feeling rather uncomfortable with her stare.Growing up, my mother had her ways of getting me to fess up when I made mistakes or did something behind her back. One way that always worked and creeped the hell out of me at the same time was when she would stare right into my eyes.That made me shudder all the time.Hell, even now, with her eyes threatening to burn holes in my skin, it took all of me and years of practice not to cover before her. I was a grown ass man. While I respected my mother, I would not shrink away like a pathetic boy.My mother’s eyes trailed over trailed over my clenched jaw and she laughed heartily. “You’re so cute, thinking you could stand up to me like that,”“I know!” Sylvia giggled.I glanced down to see she had settled on a sofa close to mom’s bed and had her phone out.Who the hell was she texting? And she hadn’t asked about Pete since I got in--my brows narrowed and I looked away. I would deal
IMOGEN’S POVA loud banging noise rang through my head as I tried to figure out where I was.I was home.I wince dat the thought, sitting up to adjust my eyes to the slightly dark room. It was night already. The skies outside the curtain linen were dark and gloomy.Exactly the way I felt.With a sigh, I leaned against the headboard.Last I recalled. I had been looking for my phone--I must have fallen asleep while thinking of where I had dropped it. My stomach growled and my eyes widened.It was late at night, which meant Perry--The doors to my room flew open, and my husband stood at the doorstep in all of his glory, a coy smile playing on his lips.The banging noise I had heard earlier must have been him throwing the front doors open. He had a ridiculous habit of throwing them open when he wanted to be dramatic.If Perry was being dramatic?I shook at the thought that settled in my mind.“Hello, my darling,” his grin widened as he moved towards me, winking.I stared at him wide-eyed
PEERY’S POVIt was great to be back home.New York had always been that way.You spend so much time in it that you start to hate the place--my vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.Rome was great and all. But at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. Italian was a beautiful language and shit, but I never knew if those bastards were cussing me out or complimenting me.It usually a gamble to decide which it was.Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day in my head. I was tired and jet lagged as hell, but I had to have a meeting with the board, inform them about the success I made in Italy, and then move on to the next thing on our list.The greatest thing I could add.If I could manage to score with this particular investor in mind and urge him to invest fully--a whopping fifty percent in the business, then I was sure to hit the top fifty billionaires on the continent.wouldn’t that be awesome?I gr
IMOGEN’S POV“Blond,”Large hands caressed my skin, fingers running down the sides of my breasts, leaving a tingle in each trail.A soft sigh escaped my lips as my head dug deeper into the soft bed--everything around me felt hazy, all I could hear was out breathing loud and clear into space. His caresses whispered of more pleasure to come.Pleasure I desperately wanted.“Please,”Blond chuckled, his large hands reached for my raging nipples that begged for his attention. I sucked in a breath when his hands fondled and pulled at the nipples, pinching them.“Oh!”“HMM,” he hummed, reaching his hands down my belly. “You like that?”“I do,” I moaned, arching into his hands.”“Good girl... Spread your legs, for me, Princess,” he ordered.With a soft cry, I parted my legs, watching him settle between them. His muscles rippled, strong with tension. My eyes fell on his tattooed chest and I felt more pussy juice seep out of me.I ached desperately--so fucking desperately and I needed release.