His Black Pearl by Colette Howard Read Free Book Online Page B

mother’s portrait first. There’s still time for the commission.”
    “I can’t see her like she was, only what the chemo turned her into.” She pushed him away and wrapped her arms around herself. “I just don’t know how.”
    “I do.” Aaron’s voice was firm, and so was his touch at her shoulders. He pushed Hallie down onto the cushions until she was prone on her back.
    Leaving her on the couch, he walked over to the cart next to the easel. Facing away from her, he stripped, leaving his clothes folded on her stool. He opened the cart’s top tray and pulled something out, his hand tucked slightly behind him as he returned to Hallie.
    It was maybe six feet from the easel to the couch, but watching him walk back, sunlight from the window behind her playing over his powerful body, relaxed her. With his deep tan, he looked like he’d been cast in bronze, his muscles perfectly sculpted by a master. Except for his cock -- a master sculptor would have left that small and flaccid. Aaron looked like a real Titan in every respect, with his broad shoulders, ripped abs and corded arms and thighs balanced by the centerpiece of his erection. Watching it bob toward her, she loosened her arms, ready to reach out to him, to curl her fingers around the thick rod and pull it to her mouth.
    He caught her hands with just one of his, his strong fingers trapping her wrists in an iron grip. He pushed her arms back onto her chest and then covered her with his body. That quickly, he had immobilized her.
    His face had lost its usual playfulness. It seemed replaced by a casual menace. Feeling it, she tried to free her hands, but he had them locked tightly between their bodies.
    He nuzzled her cheek. “You’re afraid that you’re going to die like your mother. That’s why you can’t hold any part of her clearly in your mind. You’re afraid of the surgery.” Metal flashed as he brought his other hand between their lower bodies. “It’s why you hid your sensuality for so long -- afraid the doctors would come along with their scalpels and take it away.”
    She could feel the back of his hand against her thighs, up under the skirt, and then there was the sound of fabric shearing.
    Boxcutters. He’s got the boxcutters .
    He ran the handle along her panties, following the line of her clit. “It’s never been your mother’s death you were afraid of…”
    Still holding the boxcutters, he slid his hand inside her underwear. The back of his finger stroked her pussy while the blade slashed through the silk with heart-stopping precision and speed.
    When she couldn’t free her hands, Hallie grew still. “Aaron, I’m not ready to let you --”
    He pulled his head back, his gaze sharper than she’d ever seen it. “Let me?” Shifting his weight, he made her twist at the waist until her arms were jammed against the sofa’s backrest. He managed, despite her squirming, to get his hand up under her blouse and the tight line of her bra. Again, cutting the bra and top from the inside out, he repeated, “Let me?”
    Freeing a leg, she brought her heel down on his calf, but he didn’t flinch.
    “Yes. Let you. So far you’ve just ruined clothes you paid for. You’re even keeping your hand between the blade and my skin. The lesson’s ov --”
    Feeling the tip of the blade against her nipple, Hallie froze. Aaron stared at her for a long second before he lifted the blade. He dipped his head, his mouth closing over the areola to suck at it. His tongue ran a slow circle around the perimeter and then he held the nipple tight between his lips as he lifted his head.
    “Aaron…” She fought to keep the pleasure out of her voice. He knew exactly how to tease her breasts, to bring out every ounce of sensitivity despite their heavy size.
    He released her breast and slowly shook his head at her. He dropped the boxcutters to the floor. With another twist of his powerful body, he had her on her stomach. He bent low over her, his erection sliding