The Temptress by C. J. Fallowfield, Book Cover By Design, Karen J Read Free Book Online

with a
knowing smile, perfectly aware of the effect he had on me. Unaware I’d even been
holding my breath, I sucked in a large gulp of air and panted rapidly, trying
to pull the fragments of my shattered senses back together, as he swept his
thumb over my lower lip. ‘You want me, yet I feel a resistance at the same time.
No one has ever denied me, no one has tried to evade me, which only makes me
want you more. But I will not chase you. I chase no one, ma belle. I want you
to crave me as much as I crave you, to realise that this insane attraction is
not one sided and cannot be denied. You have tonight to deal with your concerns
and make up your mind. Call me in the morning and we will spend the day
together, I will show you the sights of my beautiful city. But be warned, when
darkness falls, chasing away the light of the day, I will leave too, I will
disappear into the shadows unless you beg me to ease that throbbing between
your thighs. One day is all I ask, one day when I will be nothing but
respectful. One day to show you that even without any sexual advances towards
you, we are nevertheless fated to mate. But trust me on this,’ he whispered
against my lips, ‘one day we will mate, many times, passionately,
aggressively, animalistically, tenderly, beautifully and gently, in many
locations and many positions, but only when you plead for it. Only when
you beg for my cock will you have it. And once you do, you’ll wish you’d begged
me for it tonight.’
    ‘What makes you so sure?’ I whispered, as I
tried to get my runaway heart rate under control, both turned on and insulted
at his arrogance. His lips curved up on one side as a hand reached behind him
and grabbed my wrist. He brought my hand around to the front of his body and
placed it high up on his chest, right in the middle. I gulped to feel his
strong heartbeat radiating out, sending shockwaves up my arm. He held my gaze,
affording me visions of us wrapped around each other in expensive satin sheets,
as he slowly dragged my hand down his taut and honed body, between the curved
edges of his large pecs, over each ridge of his bulging abs and down to his
flat, hard stomach. I was panting again, my senses overloaded with sexual
desire, as his hand moved mine lower, dipping past the waistband of his
trousers, a gasp leaving my lips as my fingertips brushed over the bulbous head
of his erection, which jerked forward to meet my touch. His eyes darkened as we
continued to stare at each other, our thoughts obviously transparent to the
other and my hand was moved lower and lower, all the way down his long, hard thick
erection, right to his wide root. My mouth went dry as he curled his fingers,
forcing mine to wrap tightly around his stiff, tense shaft, a low, guttural
groan leaving his lips, as I stopped breathing again, feeling the girth of him
throbbing intensely in my palm.
    ‘You’ll beg me tomorrow, because you crave this
cock as much as I crave your tender little cunt, Lulu, on my mouth as well as
enveloping my shaft. I’ll warrant you’ve never had a man as large or gifted in
bed as me. So now that you’ve felt it, you’ll be dreaming of it all night,
thinking about it thrusting into you, stretching your muscles as you clench
around it, trying to milk me to completion, thinking about licking and sucking
it, having me beg you to let me come. You know if you return to
England without having this inside you, it will be the biggest regret of your
life, because if you don’t beg me, if you leave without me fucking you, every
time you have sex and you lie there wondering if his tiny prick is even inside
you, you’ll question what it would have been like to have this inside
you.’ He released my hand and smirked as I hesitated to release my grip on him,
taking a mental snapshot of what I was feeling flexing in my grasp. ‘Breathe,’
he reminded me, laying a gentle kiss on my forehead. He reached into his inner
jacket pocket and pulled out a card, as I let