Relentless Desire Page 7

  “Why are you so adamant about this?”

  “Because…” Victoria leaned forward and got closer to her, her arm resting on her knee, rubbing her fingers together in nervousness. “You need this. He is an expert on sex, has done everything, I think, and he’ll be good to you. He’s a close acquaintance of Stan’s and I trust him. He’ll be good for you, but also to you and not be…crazy like you fear. He’s extremely smart, gorgeous, hot as fuck, and—oh hell, honey, he’s the whole package. However, as for sex, no matter what your physical limits are and what problems you have, or how self-consciousness you are, he’s brilliant and he knows exactly how to work with you. He’ll get you over them. He’ll be able to read you, your body, and see that invisible line and he’ll never cross it.

  “He’s the best research project you’d ever take on, getting real experience and helping you get out of your shyness. It will allow you to get comfortable with yourself and let you write better books. Then he will have the money, the connections to make you into a real writer, to be published. You have a chance at becoming more when this is all over. You’re thirty-eight years old; clocks ticking and if you don’t take this chance, this opportunity, you…” She leaned in some more and whispered. “…you’ll end up like me. There are worse things on earth than being wanted as a mistress by Sebastian Darvaine. He is extremely discreet and private, unless he actually…wants more from you.” Victoria stuttered a bit, finding that really hard to believe, even if he’d just called her and threatened her to assist Adri into accepting his advances. “No one on earth would ever know, unless you tell it and I don’t see you doing that or him about you. I have a feeling he may even have you sign some form of non-disclosure agreement or CA—a confidentiality agreement. Be expecting it.”

  Adriaunn lay in her bed for a long time, just staring up at the ceiling, having told Victoria that she’d consider it. “Fine, I’ll think about it” and then stood up to go upstairs to her tiny apartment. She heard Victoria’s parting words in her mind again. “There are worse things on earth than being wanted as a mistress by Sebastian Darvaine, no one on earth would ever know; he may have you sign some form of non-disclosure agreement…”

  The jacket had fallen open and she lay there dressed only in that corset, stockings, and heels. Her panties stolen from her by Mr. Darvaine. So, being without panties, she slid her fingers down between her legs and trembled, remembering how his fingers had felt inside of her—so glorious! She moaned at the memory of his fingers, large, strong, and demanding, yet soft and oh-so-skilled. And she did what she always did, shut her mind off, closed her body down, and denied herself the pleasure of his touch! It might have been so beautiful–heaven!

  Tears slid down her cheek, her body physically aching and hurting for more, the real thing. Her body was in so much pain, in such need to be touched, still smelling the guy on her skin and…tasting him on her tongue. She rolled onto her side, drawing up her legs. She squeezed her eyes closed and let herself cry, feeling sorry for herself; her loneliness ate at her and she knew because of it she would break. She would give into the temptation and be unable to fight it. Celibacy was truly painful and it was even worse when you worked in an erotic arts gallery, or at least it had been in the beginning, but she refused to give in and growled in anger. “I won’t do it! Damn it to hell! I Won’t!”

  “She’s hot for it, you said.”

  Stan Switzer jumped; his heart tight in his chest and then remained tight as he stared at the expressionless face of Sebastian Darvaine. Oh fuck…

  “I’ve showed and told her everything and all she needs. She wants some S and M and intrigued by the D/s lifestyle. She’s perfect for you, you said. A natural born submissive and ready to go, all yours. You said that she actually has a secret nasty side and isn’t innocent at all, just been waiting for the right guy to come alone who could satisfy her. She likes it rough, hard and aggressive, a guy to really take charge and not waste time with foreplay. The biscuit is ready to be knifed and buttered, you said.”

  “Sabs—”

  “You set me up. You fucked me, Stan.”

  “Let it go man. Don’t go near her. Not Adriaunn. She’s…a good girl. She really is. A sweet kid—”

  “Don’t give me that ‘kid’ shit!” He shouted hard and infuriating at him, giving him his crazy eyed-insane look, scaring the shit out of old Stan buddy! “She’s thirty-eight, been married and abused by a cop and you’re cock is so hard for her, you’re blind and fucking stupid. You fucked me! And I’m here to even the score.”

  The bat flew up and bashed his cock before he even had time to react, only screamed through Sebastian’s hand when he felt the pain, the explosion across his genitals brought instant tears, grabbing them and falling over. He broke his dick. He’d actually felt it when his dick broke. He’d still been hard from stepping out of the strip club just now and…Darvaine struck and broke it!

  “If I’m not getting to fuck—neither are you now. Stan buddy!” he stated and then tapped the end of the bat on his cheek as he lay gasping in pain on the dirty ally. “Cooperate from here on out or I’ll break it permanently if I don’t get her because of this. You better pray I can fix it. Stay…the fuck…away from Adri or I just might decide to use this on your head next time and you’ll spend the rest of your life pissing through a tube, shitting in a bag and being fed by a nurse. Fucker.” He tossed his bat in the car as he got in, immediately started it and then took off without looking back.

  Chapter Four

  What better way to fight off sexual frustration than to run it off. So after work, she went to Warren Fitness Center to work out. It had been nearly a week since the Darvaine Affair, as she dubbed it in her head. She still had the man on her mind, feeling his touch and wanting it again—remembering the beautiful scent of his body. God he had smelled good. She was really suffering this time and having to fight her secret demons in full force—her dirty, evil secret she’s kept at bay for twenty-two years. She shook her head to immediately quit thinking about it. Run. Just run and don’t stop. She glanced down, pushing up the volume on her iPod to allow the sexy screaming voice of Trent Reznor to fill her head. She was going hard, running full open, getting hotter and hotter, sweat running down her and pushing it until her legs burned and ass felt like Sebastian spanked it. AH! She cursed herself, angry, opening her eyes to turn her iPod off. Sebastian was before her, leaning against the glass and she stopped, seeing the horror flash over his face one second before it registered, she was flying off the treadmill. Her legs and arms sprawled, thinking to reach the bars, instead missed, hitting the platform that was running at top speed and throwing her in a heap on the floor. Two other employees came running and Sebastian was grabbing her around the waist, turning her over.

  Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I just crashed and burned on the treadmill in front of Darvaine! Oh my god! Darvaine’s here! He’s standing over me, freaking out and saw it all—caused me to fall! I caused myself to fall, being too stupid to fucking think at the sight of him. My brain just fucking froze. OHMIGOD—it hurts—he’s sexy, smells good, new cologne and not loaded—he’s touching me. Oh god…why?! Why-Why?! Couldn’t I just be cool for once?! Ooh, he’s so sexy in his suit. Fuck me please…right here on the stinky floor.

  “Don’t get up!” Sebastian ordered her, making her sit there for a second, having busted her front body when she went down and hit the tread, flying off the thing and smacking her face on the floor. Oh my god, how could I be so fucking stupid?! She’d been running too hard–I should have thought! Sebastian felt so awful and then a screaming song burst between them from her earphone. Um…I want to fuck you like an Animal? Really?

  Oh god! Adri scramble for her iPod, working the button in a haste to get it off and then freezing, staring up at him, seeing his cocky brow lifting along with that cocky yet beautiful grin.

  “Interesting ah…choice of music you have there, Miss Vale. Are you okay?!”

  “I’m fine, except for the world seeing me fly off t
his thing and bust my ass.” She wasn’t feeling it yet, but she was sure to later. She looked up as Sebastian reached for the ice pack that was handed to him. She tensed as he cupped the left side of her face and placed the ice on her jaw and cheek, making her seethe.

  “Easy,” he replied, going down to his knees, then reaching up loosening his silk dark green tie. He felt his body heat rising, seeing every…single…curve she had in the tight fitting Capri pants she wore that hugged her glossy sexy body like a second skin. He literally had to force himself to keep his eyes on her face and not stare down between her legs where her pants outlined her pretty little pussy. Okay, asshole, get your head off her pussy—she really did bite it hard! “And how about the rest of you?”

  “I’m okay. You can let someone else help now. I know you’re busy and need to go,” she replied. He grasped her hand in his and she took it, holding on as he helped her up to her feet.

  “Here are your papers, Mr. Darvaine.” A young female gym worker came up to him and held out the papers he had instantly dropped when he saw Adriaunn go airborne. Ugh, he’s not even taking his eyes from her, she mentally hissed, handing him the papers. He retrieved them without even sparing a glance up at her and set them aside on a bench.

  “Well, it’s only right that since I caused you to go flying off this thing that I buy you dinner,” he replied. She half turned, giving a little unpleasant curve of her lip, going to say ‘no.’ He huffed. “Lunch. You have to let me do something.”

  “I don’t think so and you didn’t do anything; you owe me nothing. I’m the idiot who stopped running. I think I’ll just go home and shower.” She went to the treadmill and grabbed her water bottle, taking a long drink. Grabbing her towel, she started to leave, but saw him pick up the papers he threw down to jump and save her. Shit, he saw what was coming before she did.

  “We have showers here,” he mumbled shyly, trying to talk her into showering there so they could go out! Didn’t she get it?! He was asking her out on a date?!

  “So, what are you doing with Warren files? Are you joining? There are better places to go,” she announced. She saw him tense with his brows knitting together in curiosity.

  “Oh? What’s wrong with here?” He spoke a bit too harshly, shouting and she stopped for a second, staring snidely up at him.

  “You don’t have to be so assey-face about it. Join, I don’t give a shit.”

  Assey-face?! Ha! That’s a new one. Now that she wasn’t in the middle of a sale, he saw she did have spunk about her and that she wasn’t intimidated by him anymore. ‘Join, I don’t give a shit’ and he could tell that she didn’t, either. She wasn’t all gooey and falling in a dreamy stupor anymore with him; though she never really did at the house. He was always…so used to people being careful with him, tense and closed off, serious, he couldn’t see into them very well, but this girl was different. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to sound…”

  “Well you did. This place is okay.”

  “Why don’t you shower here?”

  “Now you’re telling me I stink?” Adri mentally laughed as she just kept giving him shit, messing around with him and having fun doing so. Why not?! Make the guy work for it, right? It will let me see how serious he is about me or not.

  “No.” He almost sighed in exasperation, but she did smell, as she should after pumping it that hard. It looked as if she were running from demons! “I’m trying to ask you out, but you’re making it im-fucking-possible. I want to see you again and to…also apologize for the other day, when you first came over. Start over without…the sexual aggression and–”

  “Let’s not talk about it, like…ever. So are you joining?”

  “Joining?”

  “The gym.”

  “Are you going to quit coming if I do? Is that why you’re asking?”

  “No, but…you’re all…hoity-toity highfalutin and…they don’t exactly cater to your…type. It’s nice enough.”

  “So what do you not like about it?” he asked, taking out his pen. She seethed again, sitting down, glancing around. When she saw no one was coming, she put the icepack in her pants to her bruised side of her ass and leg. He just pretended not to have seen it–surprised by the guilt he was feeling. Feelings weren’t something he was use to and he realized he’d experienced a mirad conglomeration of feelings since meeting her.

  “Well, now I don’t like the fact everyone on Fifth Avenue just saw my ass go flying off the treads facing the window. And the showers aren’t warm, with a strange slick feeling to the water, too much softener or something, I don’t know. I like hot blistering water to feel clean and bigger, softer, nicer towels would be a plus, too. I know you’re supposed to take cold showers afterward because it burns calories to warm your body back up, but I like it hot. Just my preference.” She looked up and he was writing all this down.

  “Yeah, and running like the demons of hell were on your back had you burning plenty off. Anything else you can tell me about the place, yay or nay?”

  “Ah…I wish they’d remove the fat signs—better to be a mermaid than a whale and the other snide posters and crap. They’re not funny. This place should encourage overweight people to come in, inspire them, talk them up and make them believe they can achieve losing that weight and eating healthy. Not promote to people who clearly already have a handle on their weight; not make them feel worse than they already do. It’s hard getting your ass to a gym, let alone going to one that makes you feel like shit when you first walk into the door. When an overweight person does come in, no one will go near them like they’re a disease and gross. Giving a shit goes a long way. Of course, this place isn’t alone in that fault, every gym is like that and all work out clothing company as well, not making exercise clothes for larger shaped women. It’s a no-brainer,” she stated, her hand shooting up and grasping his huge hard forearm, his eyes flashing down to where she touch him and tensing. She dropped her hand and he gave a heavy sigh, filling her air with a heavy spicy masculine scent –tasting his scent on her tongue almost. God he was beautiful—and he actually liked her?! She just kept on as if she didn’t notice his reaction to her touch. “It’s so damned stupid not to have work out clothes for the one group of people that need them the most. They’re all just a bunch of assholes. They’d buy it if they had it and they didn’t make them look old and frumpy, and grosser than they already feel—like they’re punishing them and shaming them! Ugh! Sorry, but…it’s just a sore spot with me.”

  “I see that.” Sebastian whispered, very much affected by her, his arm still burning from where she had touched him, having the taste of her scent on his tongue as well. He loved the sweat on her body, loving the shape of her full pink lips he couldn’t stop staring at, wanting to lick at them and taste her sweat, her mouth—her pussy and all inside of her; to fully own her, if just for one night! God, the things he’d enjoy doing to her, even if it would be a night a vanilla sex, it would be wonderful. He just knew it.

  “Anyway, back to the gym, I guess they could do better with the shower system and towels and warmer water. And…the carpet smells,” she replied. He suddenly stopped writing; he looked up at her and started biting on his lips. His body began to lightly shake and a gruffing snort jumped in his throat.

  “Are you laughing? You’re actually laughing at me?!” she almost shouted. He shook his head, trying his hardest to force back the smile from bursting across his lips. He began laughing at her, not just a little, but hysterically with tears slipping from the corner of his eyes. She could just envision herself going airborne, smacking down on the treadmill and being tossed off of it and she too started laughing, covering her mouth as she laughed and hard, just imagining her flying, her face hitting and mashing into the floor. “Stop it! That’s not funny. I could have broken something!”

  “Darling, you did,” he replied, wiping his eyes dry after laughing with her. He sat down looking at his list, writing on there:New Carpet!!! He couldn’t take his eyes from her. He reached up and swept
a strand of hair that had come loose from her ponytail. Suddenly, his dick was hard with the thought of grabbing her ponytail and jerking hard on it, forcing her face to lift up to him and kiss the pink, glossy lips of hers, to taste her and— “Okay, I think this is pretty good here. And to make sure every runner is now properly attached to the treadmills and their safety clips are on them!”

  “The strings are too long and I had to loop it around the handles. I’m too short,” she replied and he again…wrote that down. “Mr. Darvaine, what are you doing? Do you seriously take mass assessments of everything before you do it? It’s just a freaking gym for crying out loud. Are you coming here now?”

  “Ah…no, I ah…come here already, because I…I own it. It’s my gym. I’m Warren. It’s my middle name. Sebastian Warren Darvaine. Warren Fitness Clubs are mine,” he replied. She choked, spitting water on him—everyone that had been listening and watching all froze and stared in shock. The same female employee suddenly appeared with a towel. Adri grabbed it and mushed it to his face to dry him off. She started biting her lips to keep herself from laughing.

  “My god, I’m batting a thousand! I really think I better go—”

  “Oh hell no, you just spit all over me! It’s official; we’re definitely doing dinner or…lunch!” He looked up to the employee, seeing her name was Amanda. “Thank you Amy, you can go.”

  “It’s Amanda.” Mr. Darvaine turned away from her and looked back to the other woman. She gave it up, turning away and going back to work.

  “But—”

  “All right, how much time are we going to waste acting like you’re not going?” he asked. She took a deep breath and was ready to let him have it, but…no words came out. She huffed, turning away, reaching into the side of her pants, and removing the ice pack.