Chapter Seven
This was actually happening.
And she wasn’t stopping it.
Her boss, Darius Blackwood, was slowly undressing her. It was as if he barely moved at all. She felt boneless, wanton, completely at his mercy. Every touch seared her skin and pulled her deeper into oblivion.
He was so much older, sought after by most single women, and a freaking billionaire. Yet, she was here in his bedroom. It all felt so real, and she hoped Darius wasn’t just out to fulfill some fetish. She didn’t want this to turn out to be another Cinderella story that ended at midnight. No, Rose wanted it all, the happily ever after. She deserved it after the life she’d endured.
“You’re perfect, Rose.” He trailed soft, deliberate kisses along her bare shoulder, making gooseflesh appear on her skin. Her pussy tingled and her mouth felt dry. With her blouse partially unbuttoned, her heart rate seemed to increase each time he exposed a layer. “I’m going to take you, claim you, and you’ll only belong to me.”
Maybe she should feel insulted, but his words only fueled her desire. She wanted to be owned by him, to finally have a place in the world where she truly belonged.
“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Oh God, that was exactly what she wanted. Needed. He squatted down in front of her, wiggling her skirt past her full hips until it pooled on the hardwood floor. When she didn’t answer him, he kissed her pussy through her lace panties, making her squeal. It felt so electric, instant heat cascading through her body and taking her inhibitions with it. Filthy thoughts danced in her head, every cell a live wire.
Rose gripped his strong shoulders to keep from falling apart. She may be twenty-nine, but she had less sexual experience than most teenagers. It was embarrassing. She wanted to impress him, keep him satisfied.
“Does this virgin pussy belong to me?”
He nuzzled her cunt with his face, making her eyes loll back in her head. How could something so filthy feel so good? She didn’t recognize this Darius Blackwood. Where was the stoic businessman, the billionaire with the rigid work ethic she worked for? This man was a beast, taking, demanding, and pleasuring her like she never knew possible until today.
“Yes,” she finally blurted.
“Yes, what?” He stood up to his full height, towering over her. Darius used a curled finger under her chin to get her undivided attention. She was complete putty under his touch.
“I belong to you, Darius,”
I felt so right to say those words. And it turned her on even more hearing herself say them.
“I’ll make sure you never regret it.” He briefly rested his forehead against hers, holding her close. The entire world went away at that moment. She felt enveloped, protected, like all her fears and worries were no longer an issue. Somehow, Darius made her feel safe.
He stepped back, shrugged out of his jacket, and then carefully set it on the back of an armchair in the corner of his massive bedroom. Everything was decorated in dark wood with mirrors inset in panels. She could see herself at every angle, distorted by shadows. Only the light from the hallway brought light to the room. Everything about their environment was intimate.
Darius began unbuttoning his white shirt, slowly revealing his hard body, the one she dreamed of every night. His shoulders were so broad and corded with muscle. The entire time he undressed, he never took his eyes off her. A connection had been cemented between them, and she was helpless to fight it.
Didn’t want to fight it.
His shirt joined the jacket, his muscles flexing as he moved. Rose craved to touch him, to feel him, and to run her lips all over his body. Instead, she stayed put, her blouse still partially undone. Was there a draft? Her nipples pebbled. She felt so exposed, so naughty.
This all felt like a dream she’d wake up from. What if he only wanted this one night with her? A chance to deflower his assistant? She couldn’t handle any more rejection, her entire life was rife with it.
He slipped his belt out of the loops of his pants, tossing it on the chair after giving it a crack that made her gasp. Her pussy was soaked, desperate for Darius in undeniable ways. A thin trail of hair trailed down his ripped abs, disappearing low into his slacks. She closed her legs together to help ease the growing ache between them.
“Your turn,” he said.
Darius moved in, cupping her face while staring down at her. The gentle brush of his thumb on her cheek was intimate, affectionate, and she was addicted to his attention. He smelled so damn good, rich and masculine, a delicious musk she remembered from his office.
He finished removing her blouse, unbuttoning it, then letting it fall to the ground. She stood there in just her panties and bra, a chill racing up her spine. No one had ever seen her like this. She was a big girl and had always been conservative in her dress. Yes, she had a laundry list of insecurities, but the way he looked her up and down made them all seem irrelevant.