The Dare Collection April 2019. Nicola Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ before I could think better of it, straddling him, putting my hands on his shoulders and gripping him. Then I covered his mouth with mine, kissing him with all the passion I could feel expanding inside me.

      ‘Yes,’ he growled against my lips, his voice so rough I could barely understand him. ‘Unleash yourself on me, woman. I dare you to.’

      So I did.

      I let the passion unfurl and along with it my power. And I touched him everywhere. Tasted him everywhere. I found out what he liked, which was pretty much everything, and what his boundaries were: he didn’t have a single one.

      His control seemed to be limitless, even though I tested the hell out of it. I made him growl and I made him curse. I made him shake and pant and grit his teeth, but he didn’t restrain me and he didn’t stop me from doing anything I wanted.

      I felt free. Drunk on him and the feel of his body, the taste of his skin.

      It was the most incredible experience I’d ever had in my life.

      We were both shaking by the time I ripped the condom packet open and rolled it down on him, drawing more guttural curses from him.

      But he didn’t move as I straddled him, putting his hands on my hips only to steady me as I slowly eased myself down onto his hard cock.

      Then I sat there, loving the stretch and burn of him inside me and the way his blue eyes stared into mine, his jaw clenched and his body beneath me as tight as a wound spring.

      ‘Ride me, woman,’ he growled, low and deep. ‘Ride me like you mean it.’

      Woman. Yes, that’s what I was. I was a woman. Not a child.

       His woman.

      I tossed my head back and I rode him, and he showed me the way. And then he gave me my head and I galloped, riding wild and free, until our skins were slick with sweat and the rough sounds of earthy, masculine pleasure mingled with my own gasps of delight.

      Until finally he gripped me hard between his hands, making me scream as he roared my name, our voices echoing off the walls of his bedroom.

      Then when we were done he rolled over, tucking me close to his chest. ‘Sleep,’ he murmured roughly in my ear. ‘You’ve earned it.’

      He was warm and his big body wrapped around me made me feel safe. And, even though I didn’t want to, I found myself falling into sleep all the same.

      I slept like the bloody dead.

      So deeply that when I finally opened my eyes again I wasn’t sure where I was. At least not until I reached for the big masculine body that I somehow knew would be beside me, only to find it gone.

      I cracked open an eye, wondering why I was so annoyed.

      The other side of the bed was empty. And then I remembered.

      Ajax.

      Pleasure swept through me, a sweet, sensual ripple that reminded me of the night before and all the things we’d done. All the things I’d done. My body felt like it had been put through its paces, muscles aching in unusual places and most especially between my legs.

      But it wasn’t a bad hurt. In fact, I wouldn’t have minded more because I was even hungrier for him now than I had been the night before.

      Was it normal to want someone like that, even after a night of having sex with them? Or was that just him?

       You already know the answer to that one.

      I scowled at the thought, just as Ajax walked out of the en suite bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans and carrying a black T-shirt in one hand.

      ‘Good morning, little one,’ he said in that deep, husky voice of his. ‘Or is it not so good, judging by that scowl?’

      I lay there for a moment, staring at him. He must have had a shower because I could see the moisture on his skin, a drop sliding down one pec and slowly over the cut lines of his abs.

      My mouth watered. I wanted to lick that drop off his skin and then lick the rest of him as well.

      ‘You weren’t here,’ I said. ‘That’s what I was scowling about.’

      A flame glowed in his eyes as he took in my obvious appreciation. ‘I had a shower. Some of us have things to do today.’

      ‘I could have joined you.’ Only just missing a pout, I sat up. ‘You should have woken me up.’

      ‘I didn’t want to wake you.’ He moved over to the side of the bed and reached out, gently pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear, making me shiver as his fingertips brushed my skin. ‘Stay here and I’ll bring you breakfast.’

      Oh, yes. Breakfast. Suddenly I was starving.

      ‘Breakfast in bed?’ I asked hopefully.

      ‘Of course.’

      ‘With you?’

      The flame in his eyes flickered, his hand dropping away. ‘Not this morning.’

      Disappointment gathered inside me. ‘It would just be for half an hour. Not long. I could eat really fast—’

      ‘Your father wants to see you, Imogen.’

      The words cut across me like a whip.

      Suddenly I wasn’t hungry any more.

      ‘Oh.’ All the good feelings I had were slipping away, leaving me with nothing but a core of ice.

      I didn’t want to see Dad. He was going to be so angry and that anger wouldn’t be directed at Ajax. It would be directed at me. For shirking my duty, for the debt I owed to my mother’s memory.

       Why do you care? What can he do to you anyway?

      I couldn’t help caring; that was the problem. Dad was one thing, but I cared about my mother too. She’d died to give birth to me and that was a sacrifice I could never repay. It hurt. Every day, it hurt.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ Ajax said, watching me. ‘I should have told you last night, but we got...distracted. He wants to make sure that you’re okay and that I haven’t touched you.’

      ‘Uh, well, you kind of have now.’ Restlessness filled me, the need to move becoming almost overwhelming. I shifted, hauling the sheet around me, but Ajax was suddenly there in front of me, his hand reaching out, a finger beneath my chin, tipping my head back.

      ‘What are you afraid of?’ he asked. ‘I won’t let him take you.’

      I swallowed, my throat gone tight. ‘I’m not afraid.’

      It was a lie and we both knew it.

      ‘He can’t touch you, Imogen. I’ll make sure of it. All you have to do is tell him you’re okay, and we’re out of there.’

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