Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

Waving my hand over the sensor of Julianna’s door, it automatically clicks open. I take a deep breath before entering her room, praying there will be no catastrophes tonight. With Travis out of town, there should be no interruptions or him feeling the need to intervene in my personal life.

From now on, if she steps out of line, I will be the one to set her straight. It’s been two weeks since her capture, and surely the Blyss has got to be pumping through her blood stream by now like a well-oiled machine. I know I’m a bit overbearing at times, but dammit, it’s warranted, since it seems I’ve waited a lifetime to acquire her.

I step inside her room and a thrill skates down my spine as her lithe form kneels on the tiled floor before me. The very sight of her immediate submission has my next breath getting lodged in my throat, and my eyes gleam with pride, my ego stroked.

To lay eyes on her in person is a thousand times better than viewing her through a camera lens; just her very presence makes me feel alive. Her blonde hair is pulled up, held by a stylish clip, with a few curled tendrils purposefully escaping her up-do. When she bows her head, the curls slope forward, spilling over the length of her neck.

I saunter in casually, allowing my eyes to devour her every curve from this height. Her cocktail dress is a light shade of red, with jeweled beads scattered in a complementary design across her bodice. Her dress barely holds in her billowing, creamy white breasts, and from this angle, I can see where her cleavage meets her breastbone. I watch in fascination as her breasts rise and fall in quick succession. She’s nervous, and it’s sexy as hell.

I reach down, place both my forefingers under her chin, and tilt her head back to make her look at me, but she eludes me by fluttering her eyes closed. She has me enthralled by her angelic features, long eyelashes, and heart-shaped lips. She screams sexy, elegant, and graceful, and she’s such a natural seductress, but doesn’t even know it. I’m pleased the make-up artist went au naturel with her colors, just enough to highlight her already prominent features. It’s going to take every bit of self-control I have in order to wait ’til after this party is over to take what I want.

I can feel blood rushing to my cock as I think about those sweet lips wrapping their warmth around my length. “You may open your eyes, Princess.” My deep voice cuts through the silence. When her eyes slowly open, she finds my lips stretched into a broad smile. “You are breathtaking. Did you know that?” To her credit, she stays quiet and doesn’t reply. However, I’ve not had the pleasure of hearing her lyrical voice as much as I’d like over the past two weeks. I want her to smile, laugh, and relax with me the way she did with Travis.

Letting go of her chin, I reach down gently and clasp her elbows, helping her up off the hard floor. “Come, we don’t want you ruining your lovely dress.” As she slowly stands to her full height, revealing her entire figure to me, I swallow hard in awe. Her dress hugs her every sumptuous curve and stops mid-thigh, revealing long, sleek, sexy legs. Unashamedly, I run my gaze down the length of her body and back up again to meet her brightly lit blue eyes, noticing she’s wearing the dangling diamond earrings I bought for her. I’m enamored by her presence. “You’re absolutely, breathtakingly exquisite, my love.”

I can barely whisper out the words. Standing this close to her, my nostrils flare in excitement. I inhale the smell of her perfume, holding my breath so I can savor it, and commit it to memory. The fragrance is light, yet sensual. I take a step inward, closing the distance between us. She’s like a fine porcelain doll, and I find my fingertips lightly grazing the column of her exposed neck. Underneath the texture of her silky skin, I can feel the speed of her pulse as it beats rapidly beneath my fingertips.

“There’s no need to be nervous. I want you to relax and open up to me so I can get to know you on a deeper level.” I bend my knees, tilting my head to the side, catching her eyes. “I want you to enjoy this evening with me. I want you to feel comfortable enough around me to be yourself and talk to me without me having to prompt you.” She licks her lips nervously, and I know she has something to say, so I remain quiet, allowing her time to gather some bravery to speak.

When she finally expresses her thoughts, her voice comes out low and shaky. “I’m...I’m sorry for ruining your birthday cake.” I watch as her eyes well with unshed tears; they glisten from the light above, creating such a stark cerulean blue it takes my breath away. Her remorsefulness squeezes at the arteries of my heart; I hate seeing her this way.