Pretty Wicked Page 6

  I wanted to be taken, hard and rough.

  He spread my legs wide apart.

  ‘You’ve been driving me crazy all night,’ he said harshly.

  Putting one hand on my lower belly he tilted me upward so that I was now standing on my toes, my ass arched up into the air. The back flap of the dress was thrown over my body. He placed his palm on my ass and a ripple of desire tore through me, like strong wind through blades of grass.

  ‘You like that?’

  ‘Yes.’ My body was begging to be filled up by him.

  ‘Good. Then open your legs wider.’

  ‘I can’t,’ I said. I was already standing on my toes.

  He kicked gently at one leg and suddenly I was helplessly sprawled open on the hood of the car, no longer in control. I let the other leg go too and splayed out my legs as far as I could go—into the widest V I could imagine as he stood apart and watched me. Savoring my complete submission to his will on the hot bonnet of a rented car.

  He put his hands on the insides of my thighs and pulling them further apart he drew in and licked the wet core between my legs. I wriggled when he took his mouth away. ‘I love seeing you like this. With your legs wide open and ready for me. Keep them spread open.’ His breath fanned my fully opened sex, inflaming me.

  ‘Go on,’ I urged.

  ‘What do you want, Lexi?’

  ‘You.’

  ‘Me? You’ll have to be more specific than that.’

  ‘I want you to take me.’

  ‘Take you? Talk dirty with me, Lexi.’

  ‘I want that dirty big cock of yours inside my pussy. Right now. Fuck me, you bastard.’

  As soon as the words had left me I felt a rush of wind and his hot, hard flesh pushed into my ready wetness in one burning thrust. The feeling was so intense tears sprang to my eyes. I clenched my fists and cried out his name.

  ‘Is this what you wanted?’ he asked harshly.

  ‘Yes,’ I groaned.

  For one long second he didn’t move.

  ‘Don’t stop,’ I whimpered and clenched my muscles around him.

  Holding my hips, he pounded me so deep and hard until I was nearly sobbing with the intense pleasure. His ownership of my body was so absolute that I felt bereaved every time his cock withdrew from my body. My cries filled the still sultry evening air.

  Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking into his eyes. And what I saw there rocked me to my core. The ferocity of his passion. Shocking. He gazed at me as if he was trying to convey something important through his eyes alone.

  His voice ragged and thick with emotion, he said, ‘I’m going to come now.’

  And he did while staring into my dazed, lust-filled eyes. I watched his eyes change as pleasure ripped through him, and his body buckled into mine, but his eyes never left me. He wanted to look at me in his moment of greatest pleasure. When it was all over he let go of my hair and collapsed onto my body.

  For a while we both lay unmoving and panting hard. An owl hooted somewhere in the distance. Otherwise it was exceptionally quiet. It reminded me of another time when I had looked up at the sky and seen stars. Another time with him. I didn’t know what to say. What to do? The experience had been so intense, I was robbed of all normal conversation. Nothing had ever felt this good. I had never felt more satiated or more totally possessed.

  I felt his hand gently turn me over.

  ‘Hell, you feel like heaven.’ Beside me, he was all muscle and spent desire. He traced the line of my cheek and my lips and then he claimed my mouth in a long, drugging kiss. My nipples were straining against the black net.

  Slowly, as he kissed me, his hand moved to my sex. His thumb entered me while his fingers worked my clit. I opened my mouth and he slipped his tongue into it. The kiss became fierce and possessive, his fingers more furious, and his other hand rubbed over my nipple igniting a new ache.

  When my hips began to shudder he lifted his mouth away from mine, and resting on his elbow watched me intently. He wanted to see what I looked like when I flew into the abyss. So he watched that first shudder, the uncontrollable bowing of my body that followed as my lips parted in a gasp that became a long cry of pleasure.

  He kissed my earlobe.

  ‘That tickles,’ I complained, giggling, childish, a rare thing. I lay in his embrace and realized that it was the first time I felt…happy.

  He stared at me, then suddenly wrapped his strong arms around me and crushed me against his lean body so hard my breasts yearned for the moment to last forever. It felt so good. But it would end in four days. I wriggled free and sat up.

  ‘We should be going,’ I said, not meeting his eyes. I slid off the hood and, finding my panties on the ground, pulled them back on. There was a used condom lying discarded nearby, and I averted my eyes. Strange, I had been so caught up with what was happening to me I had not even asked for or thought about one.

  I looked up and Miko was lying on the hood looking at me expressionlessly. ‘Ready?’ he asked.

  I nodded and he jumped off with lithe grace. I looked around me as he pulled on his pants. We did not speak much on the way over to mine. He parked the car on a street a hundred yards away from my building.

  I licked my lips. ‘You’re coming in?’

  He turned to me. ‘We need to talk, Lexi.’

  I felt a tingle of fear run up my spine. ‘Talk?’

  ‘Talk.’

  ‘What about?’

  He gave a reluctant sigh and opened his door. ‘Come on.’

  We had only taken a few steps when we were suddenly in the middle of a summer shower.

  ‘Get back in the car. I’ll drop you off at the entrance and find another parking space.’

  ‘No, let’s make a dash for it.’

  ‘You sure?’

  I laughed and started running. I was breathless and panting hard by the time I turned the corner. A man was standing near the main door of my building. He turned and I came to an abrupt stop. It was Nigel. He was standing in the rain, his hands pushed deep into the pockets of his jacket, and he was staring at me. His eyes flicked over to Miko and hardened.

  I could see me through his eyes. Running in the rain dressed in a black net dress with hardly enough sequins to keep my modesty upright. Surely, he could see that I had slept with the other man. I colored guiltily. I had couriered his ring back to him and tried to call him, but it had gone straight to answer machine and I’d had to leave an awkward message.

  Beside me I felt Miko become tense. We walked up to him and Nigel stared at me with hard, accusing eyes.

  ‘Can we talk alone, Lexi?’

  I opened my mouth to say ‘Of course’, but Miko answered for me. ‘No,’ he bit out harshly. My mouth dropped open and Nigel looked astonished. Poor Nigel. How dare Miko interfere in my affairs? This had nothing to do with him. I turned angrily toward Miko.

  He was bristling with hostility. This was a new Miko. I had never seen him as anything but patient. No matter what I did he had never lost his temper with me. Yet here he was, furious for no reason at all. This side of Miko was shocking.

  ‘Excuse me?’ Nigel grated, provoked into anger.

  ‘You heard me. Anything you have to say to her you can say in my presence.’ Miko’s voice was calm and unemotional.

  ‘Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are? You just came on the scene. I’ve been in love with Lexi for a year.’

  ‘Oh yeah? I’ve been in love with her for seven years.’ He turned toward me. ‘And for the record, her name is not Lexi. It’s Sky. Sky Johnson.’

  My mouth dropped open. ‘What did you say?’

  ~~~~~

  Ten

  You know how they say that time can go slower or even stop. Well, time stopped for me at that moment. I stared at Miko as if I was watching a three-dimensional movie. I watched the rain splash on his head and run down his hair and face. Watched the way his beautiful eyes looked with water running over them. Nigel was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out.

  ‘Lexi,’ he called louder.

  I tore my eyes away from Miko and looked at him. He looked at me with hurt eyes. The kind of eyes puppies will treat you to when you scold them. He was begging me to deny that the year we had spent together was not a wasted lie.

  ‘I’m so sorry,’ I whispered.

  He shook his head as if disgusted with me or him or both, and without a word stalked away.

  ‘Come on, let’s get you inside,’ Miko said, taking my arm. He took the keys from my unresisting fingers and opened the door. Inside, the foyer seemed cold and I began to shiver. I wrapped my arms tightly around my body and felt Miko’s eyes on me, but I refused to look at him.

  I had not left any windows open, and inside my tiny flat it was stuffy and hot. Miko ran the shower and helped me to undress as if I was a child. He put me into the shower and slid the door closed. I felt frozen with shock. The hot water sluiced down on me and the strange feeling of numbness went away. I got out of the shower, toweled myself dry, and after slipping into my fluffy bathrobe went into the living room. Miko had hitched a towel around his hips and was making tea. He had also opened a couple of windows to let in some fresh air.

  He looked up at me, bare-chested, his hair still damp. ‘I made us some tea.’

  I walked up to him. He looked unbearably beautiful. I felt like such a fool. I turned away from him and would have put some distance between us if he had not caught my hand and whirled me around. He put his fingertips to my mouth. They tasted of rain. His gaze was haunted.

  I felt that tarnished ache in my heart again. Somewhere in this story was a lie. I was not the hunter. I was the prey, after all.

  ‘You can change absolutely everything about you, but never your eyes. Nobody has eyes like yours. I drowned in them seven years ago.’

  My heart did a little helpless flip. The tears that were threatening spilled over. Blast it.

  ‘Don’t cry, Sky. I can’t bear to see you cry.’

  ‘You didn’t just happen to acquire the firm I was working for, did you?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘And we didn’t meet in the coffee shop by accident?’

  ‘Absolutely not.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘I wanted to take you to lunch, apologize, and explain, but I didn’t expect you to pretend not to recognize me.’

  My breath escaped in a rush. ‘So you decided to date me instead?’

  ‘I’m in love with you, Sky.’

  The rich miracle of his desire was a mirage. He desired Lexi. A construct. Sky was still alive underneath and still hurting. Still wanting to be accepted. And still a freak. I looked at him bitterly.

  ‘You love me now because I am beautiful, but underneath a trip to the hairdresser every six weeks to turn my hair and eyebrows blonde and the countless cosmetic surgeries, I am still Lexi, the girl you asked out to a freak party.’

  ‘Beauty has nothing to do with it, Sky.’

  ‘I’m damaged goods, Miko. I’m not normal. I look in the mirror and I still see a freak. I have to stop myself from making an appointment with the plastic surgeon.’

  A muscle jumped along his jaw and he winced as if in pain. ‘If you are in any way damaged, then I’m to blame,’ he said huskily.

  I yanked my hand away from his and backed away a few steps. I felt the tears of self-pity start to swim in my eyes. He looked at me with horror.

  ‘Just go back where you came from and leave me alone.’ Before I could turn around and flee, his hand shot out and snagged mine.

  He didn’t look smooth or charismatic then. For the first time he looked broken. ‘Don’t, Sky,’ he whispered. ‘Don’t fight me anymore.’

  ‘You hurt me,’ I sobbed.

  ‘I know. I can’t tell you how sorry I am for what I did.’

  Tears were running freely down my face. I bit my wobbly lip. ‘You’re a son of a bitch, Miko.’

  He didn’t flinch. ‘I was. I was a mean, selfish, shallow jerk. And what I did to you was sick. But I’ve changed, Sky. You changed me.’

  ‘That’s bullshit,’ I spat.

  ‘No, it’s the truth. I was a spoilt kid, high on adulation. Everybody wanted me. I could have had anything I wanted. Any girl. And it made me careless and ugly. But the truth was they were using me and I was using them. And then you got into my car so full of truth and softness and I felt something. Something I’d never felt. I was so shocked. I’d never met anyone like you. And if you remember I didn’t want to go to the party. But you looked so crushed that I had the crazy idea I could slip you in and slip you out, and nobody would be the wiser. How wrong I was.’

  I shook my head. ‘That doesn’t make sense. You never once tried to contact me. Why did you wait until now?’

  He frowned. ‘Didn’t your mother tell you?’

  ‘Tell me what?’

  ‘I drove around looking for you for hours but you were nowhere to be seen.’

  ‘Mr. Hutton found me walking by the side of the road and gave me a lift in his truck.’

  ‘By the time I drove to your house later that night your mother told me you were too upset to see me. She told me to go home and come back the next evening. When I went back the next day, she told me you never wanted to see me again, and closed the door in my face. Then you never came back to school.’

  ‘No, I left for England to live with my aunt. I was so humiliated. I couldn’t go back.’

  ‘For years I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. No matter who I went out with I couldn’t completely get you out of my mind. I felt something that night in the car with you that I had never felt before or after. So I hired a private detective who found you with great difficulty. You’d changed your name and left the country and you looked nothing like the picture I had given him.’

  ‘What picture?’

  ‘Want to see it?’

  ‘Yeah,’ I said curiously.

  He went to the kitchen table and I watched him open his wallet and extract a small picture from it. He brought it to me and I stared at the blurred image in disbelief. When I raised my shocked eyes to him he shrugged.

  ‘It’s not your best, but I had nothing else, so I had to take something from a yearbook. I had it professionally aged. This is what you should look like without any…interventions.’

  I dropped my eyes back to the picture. Indeed that was the bespectacled me of seven years ago, but made heavier, with jowls, and faint lines running between my cheek and mouth.

  ‘You were looking for an ugly woman,’ I whispered.

  He shook his head. ‘I was looking for you. For that magical girl who sat in my car, tilted her chin and looked up at the stars. No matter what you look like. I just love you.’

  I stared at him. Could anyone change that much? Surely this couldn’t be true? In real life every man wanted a beauty to hang on his cold arm. Rich or poor, beauty was the most prized ingredient in a woman. But what if his tale of redemption was true? What if he was the last true romantic on this dead earth? What if he was truly changed?

  He was staring at me. ‘People can change, Sky. I did.’

  I nodded. My heart was glowing. ‘So did I.’

  His finger tilted my chin up. ‘You’re a Jezebel, you know? Your scent tortured me for seven years and then I find you and you tell me you’re pregnant.’

  I laughed. ‘I didn’t know how else to explain the fact that I was swooning at your feet.’

  ‘Do you know how devastated I was when you said that?’

  ‘Oh, darling. Do you know I fooled myself into thinking I hated you? I convinced myself that I wanted to see you suffer. But the truth was I never stopped wanting you or loving you.’

  ‘Will you forgive me for what I did, Sky?’

  ‘Oh, darling,’ I said, and my throat ached. ‘There is nothing to forgive. I was dead inside until you came.’

  ‘I love you, Sky. I couldn’t stop loving you even after trying for years. You’re mine forever.’

  I smiled up at my man. ‘Go on then. Show me how much I’m yours.’

  He picked me up and, carrying me in his powerful arms, kicked the door of the bedroom open. And the expression in his beautiful, beautiful eyes—pretty wicked!

  The End

  ~~~~~

  Books by Georgia Le Carre

  The Billionaire Banker Series:

  Owned

  Forty 2 Days

  Besotted

  Seduce Me

  Love’s Sacrifice

  The series should be read in the order shown above

  Coming next…

  Masquerade

  ~~~~~

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  One

  Billie Black

  ‘Fucking kids,’ I swear and bury my head under the pillow, but the irritating ringing of the doorbell continues mercilessly. The desire to go out and throttle them is so strong it makes me grit my teeth.

  I pull myself out from under my pillow abruptly with a frown. Hang on a minute. I no longer live in the poor end of Kilburn, and there are no kids roaming the corridors annoying people on Sundays here. Also, I have no debts left so it can’t be debt collectors either. Not that those lazy fuckers will work on Sundays.

  I get out of bed and, walking barefoot to the front door, curiously put my eye to the spy hole.

  Whoa!

  I draw back hastily, and press my hand to my shocked belly. This is far worse than any debt collector. By far worse. The bell rings again and holds. The sound is loud and insistent. It’s not going to go away. I turn my head and look at myself in the mirror on the wall. My hair is a spiky rat’s nest. I pull my fingers viciously through the unruly mess, but it does not improve. The bell goes again. Oh, fuck it! Whatever. I don’t care, anyway. I take a deep breath, rearrange my face into one of impatient exasperation and fling open the door.

  Cor… Look at that. Tight black T-shirt packed hard with muscles, he fills the corridor like the Incredible Hulk, only he is all blond, and he makes little kitty clench tight even on a Sunday. Damn this man to hell. How can anyone look this good at this time of the morning?

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