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  Jacqwin Hess

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  Relentless Desire

  A Darvaine Novel

  Book One

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  Copyright © 2014 by Jacqwin Hess.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of my own imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book contains strong sexual content, for adult 18+ , mention and description of BDSM and soft bondage.

  Acknowledgements

  To my family, thank you for the support and patience, even when it seemed impossible and you were certain I would never get this book published!

  A huge thanks to my Beta Reader’s! You girls Rock!

  Suzi S.

  Tabby T.

  And

  Debi K.

  I have to give a special Thanks to the authors who endured my endless questions, giving me their time and helping me get started. They were wonderful gals, helping me with all the legal issues, set up in order to upload and publish and copyright issues that I had to fight through because I knew NOTHING about the industry until they helped me out.

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  And Mrs. R

  Thanks a Million!

  Thanks to my editor Kristen S.

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  Chapter One

  The one absolution on this planet that I know is men function from their dicks up. Though I had normally never considered myself apart of the mindless sec, above that, I can officially say I’ve been wrong. At least now I am. I just ignored and hid that fact better than the majority and at times, even from myself. Nevertheless, considering where I’m at right now and what I’m about to do, all illusions on that human factoid have just vanished. My dick is definitely guiding and controlling me right now. What I now accept is what I’ve always known, that man wants to fuck twenty-four seven and so do I since meeting her. It’s on the brain constantly and ninety percent of what we are made of and live for—when will I get my next load off. Sex is mainly what we think about, with every face we see, every curve we brush by; be it tit, ass, leg or the spectacular beauty that’s found in between. The science is simple; men fuck for relief, our minds instantly thinking of that next round and women need sex for release, not requiring it again for a while. You have to warm a woman up and get her in the mood, where a man has been in the mood and ready to go again minutes after he came the last time and so it stays on his mind, constantly wondering when he’s getting to fuck again.

  Maybe before I didn’t live by my dick, being the workaholic I am. I run my own company and obsessed with staying on top. I loved ruling, controlling and the power all that gives me, but now all I can think about is her. The one thing on this planet I’ve wanted and have never gone after. Adriaunn Vale.

  I remember the first time I ever saw her. It was at the Denver airport coming back from L.A. December 27th, 2011 at 3:36 to be exact. I was sitting in the airport terminal, waiting on my private jet to be refueled. Normally, I would have been taxied to a separate location and out in a few minutes, but the bad weather that was coming in forced them to direct all incoming to the main hub. I’d come into the terminal to check the place out–to see how ‘other’ people had to travel. I’d gone to the different shops, bars, restaurants and then came back to where I could see them refueling my plane while watching the people around me. I instantly felt sorry for them with all the bullshit they were going through while traveling. I thanked my lucky stars for my success and wealth that allowed me to travel in private luxury.

  Across the terminal, a plane had begun de-boarding and a girl was wandering around. She stopped and smiled while reading the gate and flight numbers on the board. She bit her lip, still smiling and began walking right toward me. She was of average height, slim, petite frame, long legs, with beautifully shaped breast under her ivory cable knit sweater. Her face was pretty, soft cheekbones, pert nose, and rounded jaw line; nothing protrusive, but her skin…now, that was a different story. Her skin was extraordinary, flawless, and gorgeous with the perfect tan coloring to it. Her skin was the hue that women paid millions across the world to try to obtain through hours of tanning but could only dream about. This girl’s skin was all-natural.

  She jerked her long, straight brown hair out from under the strap of the bag she’d hauled up on her shoulder, sweeping her fingers across her almond shaped vibrant green eyes and kept walking towards me. The more I stared, the more I liked what I saw and felt that instant spark of attraction come alive inside of me. She hadn’t noticed me as she kept her attention on the view outside of the window. She was almost on me when two girls dashed past her and literally knocked her down with their big carry-on bags. The bitches had been rushing to the two seats directly across from me. I suddenly found my hand on the sweetest, tightest ass I’ve ever held. She instantly flew away and put her hands out to me.

  “Ohmigosh! I’m so sorry!” she said to me, her pretty face red with embarrassment. She straightened up her bags as she walked up to the window—my eyes following her as she walked by, even so far as to keep looking over my shoulders at her. Hell-O. Highly fuckable ass at my seven o’clock. It was beautiful! It was melt in your mouth hot; so delectable I wanted to sink my teeth into the soft flesh and leave my mark on her. I think I could see leaving my mark everywhere on that girl! Fuck me! She was cute!

  With the incoming storm approaching, it began to snow. I knew we only had a very small window to take off and make it out of there, but I didn’t care. All I could do was stare at her. She flipped her long, dark brown hair over her shoulder–long fistable tresses. She was wearing a pair of those tightly fitted ski pants. Yeah, you know the ones; the kind that clung to a womanly body like a second skin. Her pants were tight enough that they made her ass jump out and salute you, an ass that begged to be touched. Hell, by this point in my mind, I’m more than touching it. I’ve kissed and bit that darling ass, full on fucking her–buried to my balls in her, making her cry in ecstasy, her hands tied to the bed post, up on her knees, blindfold on. God, that would be so nice and to do so much worse to her.

  Thank god our thoughts aren’t ever publicized for the entire world to see or this girl would take off screaming if she knew what I had going through my mind right now. Hell, every female here would, including the stupid bitches across from me thinking to get my attention. They were really annoying. I looked over at them and it just came out. “You both have lettuce in your teeth.” Brilliant! They both gasped, covering their mouths, getting
up and taking off to the bathroom.

  I nodded to my pilot, who just arrived back with his coffee. He leaned closer where I pointed to the girl and told him my instructions—handing him my business card from Darvaine Corporations; I said to make me look like a friend of his. He executed it flawlessly. The sweet innocent turned out to be an open book, all excited as she told him all he needed to know and more as she passed her number to him. Her name was Adriaunn, there meeting a bunch of her friends to celebrate the one year anniversary of her divorce. She was there to celebrate new beginnings. My pilot asked what she was going to do now, career-wise. She said she didn’t know, but she really loved writing. From there, he claimed his friend was an editor—me—and could hook her up, passing her my business card.

  “Oh, thank you so much. That’s really sweet of you,” she replied, then went up on tiptoe and kissed my pilot on the cheek, putting the card in her purse.

  I looked over with one of the airport employees stepping up to me and spoke. “Mr. Darvaine, your plane is ready, sir.” I didn’t move yet, just nodded to the woman and then looked back to where Adriaunn continued to speak with my pilot.

  “Well, I better go. Time to take the boss back home, but it was good to see you, Adrian–Aud-ree-onn. Adriaunn. Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, everyone gets it wrong. So, thanks again. Have a safe flight back.”

  “You, too.”

  Suddenly, she went still, looking back over her shoulder to the counter and began listening to the employees discussing the flight that was supposed to de-board there. It had been redirected to a different gate. She inquired about it and they confirmed it with her. She huffed, rolling her eyes, picking up her carry-on bag, and tossing it onto her shoulder. “Oh my god, that’s way down there. Crap.” She turned back to my pilot and smiled at him, putting out her hand and shaking his. “Anyway-well, thanks again. You’re awesome. Who knows, maybe if I end up in New York someday I’ll see you there. You never know what life is going to throw at you or…send your way. Carpe diem, or, in this case, Carpe Tempus!” Adriaunn replied as she started to walk backward from him to leave. “That’s seize the moment!”

  She bumped into me with that beautiful body of hers and spun around. “Ugh, I did it again! I’m so sorry. But then again, maybe not,” she replied as she stared in a stunned daze up at my face, shrugging as she smiled up at me and gave a light giggle. “Um…Carpe Tempus, my new philosophy I live by now and you should do it, too. And you just happen to be the perfect example!”

  The next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, tip-toeing up and pressing them hard with a happy moan. I was ready just to let her go, but then her lips softened on mine, not pulling away and my hands naturally fell to her hips, feeling her curves, automatically drawing her closer. We fit perfect and I liked how my body expanded well over her tiny frame, my cock jumping at the image of her struggling and wiggling under mine as I fucked her. Feeling the electric jolts from my brain to my cock, I automatically pulled her a bit closer. I tilted and lowered my head for a deeper kiss, but she gasped out and stepped away.

  “Wow, yum.” She absently spoke her thoughts out loud.

  Whiskey. She’d been drinking and was delightfully drunk now or well on her way.

  “That’s for the save a bit ago. A huge bruise on my ass would have made for a painful skiing trip. Au revoir!” she said with a quick wave, spun away, and dashed off. She ran into the people she was waiting on; getting picked up in to a great big bear hug by a big black guy, before getting passed around to three other good-looking white guys and finally, two Latino men. They told her the girls were in the bathroom and politely began taking her bags from her. I was walking without even thinking, finding myself at the soda machine and able to hear their conversation.

  “So, Dausyn, how’s grandma? Is she doing okay?” she asked the black guy, who answered back that grandma’s fine, still a crazy awesome hell raiser just like her granddaughter. When they started walking off back toward the restrooms, Adriaunn looked over at me and the black guy looked, too, noticing how she was staring.

  “Who’s the suit? You know, the one you were eating his face off a second ago?”

  “I don’t have a clue, but I sure enjoyed it. Shit, I’d gladly eat more than his face off. He is beautiful, tasted good, and oh my god, smelled incredible! Now that’s one number I wouldn’t mind getting!”

  One of the Latinos burst out laughing at her, throwing an arm over her shoulder and grabbed her jaw. “Divorced one year and she’s already picking up the la polla!”

  “Shut up!” she replied, shoving his hand off her jaw and playfully backhanding him in the stomach. “I am not! After what I’ve just been through?! F-that. Never again. Ever! I-am-done! C'est la vie!”

  “That’s ‘so goes life’ in French,” the white guy corrected her and set their bags down against the wall, next to the restrooms.

  “Then Adios Amigo! Good-bye, finito, done, forever and ever arvwor!”

  “Shut up! How many drinks have you had already? That’s au revoir!” The same white guy corrected her and dropped back against the wall, rolling his eyes at her, but smiled and laughed with her.

  The girls came out of the restroom and squealing instantly erupted. The girls all hugged and made their introductions, a few of the men introducing them as their girlfriends. I watched as a woman who looked like Adriaunn, also kissed the men in greeting and then was introduced as Kerrie, Adriaunn’s sister. She was taller than Adriaunn with shoulder length brown hair, had the same bright green eyes and facial features, except she was a more classic beauty. Kerrie had on a wedding ring and had a slight darkening around her eyes Sebastian recognized, being a parent himself. She was a mother. They guys started asking Kerrie how many drinks Adri already had. Kerrie held up five fingers to which Adri just smiled up at them, happy as could be and not disputing it.

  The airport employee returned to my pilot and I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. I made my way back to where my pilot still stood just in time to hear her speak. “I’m sorry, but if you’re going to go, gentlemen, you better do it now. They’re fixing to close us down.”

  “Well, carpe tempus,” my pilot replied, giving me a quirky smile.

  “Better yet, let’s hope when the time comes for her to carpe tempus again, she’ll carpe gallus.” I stated and Banks rolled his eyes at me, easily guessing what I meant, my cocky smile growing broader as he shook his head, walking off.

  That had been the last time I saw her until the writer’s convention a year later after her move to New York. I had learned about a certain publishing company going out of business and had used them as a contact name to get her to go to the convention. I had gone to meet up with her there, but the business merger I was orchestrating began to unravel and I had to leave. I managed to talk to an acquaintance of mine, Stan Switzer, who owned an erotic art gallery and I set it up for him to meet and hire Adriaunn. He even offered her a room above The Gallery to live in. Stan told me that she’d just been about to return back home to Minnesota and give up on New York. She couldn’t find a decent enough job to live and stay there. Now, thanks to him, she was able to stay. I couldn’t understand the crazy emotions that went through me when he told me she accepted and was giving it a try, stay. I felt overwhelming relief, excitement, hope, and anticipation–lots of anticipation. I still felt all of those emotions to this very day, none of them diminishing. They’ve actually grown stronger and more determined over time, having ran into her here and there, approached her and tested my attraction to her and her attraction to me. Every time I got near her, she turned and ran the other way, acted as if she didn’t see me and fled—never thinking for one second that I could be interested in the likes of her and was approaching her. She was too insecure, too hurt by her husband and closed off—and if I ever learn the Switzer’s warned her against me, I’ll make them pay for it and dearly.

  The biggest reason I didn’t pursue Adri more aggressively was because of my youngest, my daughter, Micha
. She was immature, had…special needs and required extra attention. She wasn’t mentally handicapped, but she was slower than my other two kids, Cassie and Lance, and had emotional issues. Or maybe I was the one with the issues and was just being overly protective, needlessly worried and wasn’t giving her enough credit. She was capable and I recently made the decision to trust her, giving her what she needed to try and make it on her own. I sent her off to college. Ugh, I’m more scared than she is and my stomach just knots thinking about her being there semi-unsupervised. I have security watching over her—all three of my kids actually.

  Now my time was more my own and free to tend to more…personal matters.

  It felt so good to know that she was now on her way to me and I was going to get to meet her, get to have her. Now that she would be in my home for her work, she couldn’t run. Adriaunn was a beautiful woman, a cute girl, but not glam gorgeous with a supermodel face—like the kind I normally had throwing themselves at me. That was why my fixation on her had always bothered me. At times, it agitated me and other times–as I stood across the road from The Gallery watching her work–it down right pissed me off. There was just something about her and I still had yet to figure out what it was about her that continued to draw my attention to her, hold it and make me crazy with want for her. I know now that it wasn’t just her ass or physical attributes that kept me attracted to her. It was something else, something more—deeper—and I couldn’t ignore it any longer.

  It’s been three years since I first laid eyes on her, one of those years spent manipulating her and getting her to move to New York manipulated and this last year spent trying to meet her, but shit at work or something with Micha always comes up. And Micha, my kids, comes first. They will always…come first. I’m an aggressive man, dominant in the extreme and always goes after what I want, but all that stops when it comes to the safety and well-being of my children. I just can’t be turned on sexually with the thought of my kids across the hall or just walking in while I was in the middle of flagrante delicto! I would have had Adriaunn over a long time ago, but too many time I’d wake up and Micha was back in her bed or down in the kitchen. I could have taken Adri off somewhere, but…she wasn’t the type of skanky whore I could just take to a motel and use.