Destroy Me (4 page)

What had Mike been doing in Phoenix? He wanted to go there and find out, but he knew his men on the ground wouldn’t let Mike slip away if they spotted him, and chances were he’d have moved on by now. He knew this could be a slow burner, and he had an important client meeting to attend here in DC the next morning; he needed to keep the Company revenue flowing. As CEO he needed to be at the heart of negotiations on any new contracts they won. He didn’t want word getting out about his cash situation. He wanted his good reputation to be maintained. Added to that was the knowledge that he couldn’t do the things he so urgently wanted to do to Tara if he went to Phoenix.

Leaving the office he headed to a client site over in Virginia. As he drove he relished the opportunity to ponder this latest news. He could be very close to getting his hands on Mike; or it could be another dead end like all the rest. His thoughts drifted easily to Tara. Though he had his men on her twenty four hours a day and her apartment and cell bugged, ever since Mike had gone, there had been no trace of any contact between her and Mike. That didn’t mean they didn’t already have a plan put together before he left; to meet up when things quietened down. 

On his return to the office he would draft the contract. He wasn’t joking about that. He had no intention of reneging on it. He could still smell her on his fingers as he lifted them to his face.

Chapter Four

The next day, shortly before leaving the office, Damian completed drawing up the contract. He smiled as he did it, finding that it amused him, as well as giving him another feeling he found harder to identify; a warmth that spread deep inside of him.

Despite the fact that he had still heard nothing from his sources in Phoenix, he had managed to keep busy enough with other work commitments not to dwell on it. His mind had been preoccupied for a lot of the time, though his focus had not been on his work, it had been on thoughts of Tara and of what he craved to do to her.

Putting the contract into his briefcase, he said good night to the team still working at their desks and left.

He got to the club early, intending to enjoy a meal in the restaurant before meeting with her. They always did particularly good steak.

The restaurant was filled with familiar faces, and he chatted with several acquaintances at their tables briefly, before opting for a table on his own.

He enjoyed a starter of lobster, and as he sat savouring the flavour, it struck him that Tara had said the night before that she didn’t even have enough money to buy breakfast. He found that concerned him. Calling over the waiter he asked that a plate of sandwiches and some fruit be taken to the room he had reserved.

Occasionally someone stopped at Damien’s table to pass small talk. It was a great place for networking and business, and even though his mind was completely taken over by thoughts of the evening to come, he engaged in conversation with those who approached him.

Finishing his meal with a cognac he sat back, content for the first time in a very long while.

Later as he sat in the Bar, he saw her come in, dressed again in a plain silk dress, looking to him understatedly natural and enchantingly beautiful.

He stood up as she approached. “Good evening Tara. I have drinks waiting for us. Come with me.”

She didn’t say anything as he took her arm and led her out of bar and up the stairs, and though her heart was pounding with nerves she welcomed his strong touch on her.

Stopping at a door he unlocked it, and entering it first, he turned to her.
“Have you eaten today?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, I’ll ask you again. Have you?”
“A little.”
“Don’t ever lie to me again. I’ve had something prepared for you. You can’t have eaten dinner yet. I want you to eat it now.”
She looked around and saw the food on the table by the window.

“Help yourself.”

He walked to the TV and turned it on, opting for a news channel. He sat down on the bed and she walked over to the table and sat in one of the chairs, picking up a sandwich.

She was thankful not only for the food, but also that he had given her the privacy to eat unwatched by him, thinking how unable she would have been to do so with him looking at her, his evocative eyes and devastatingly beautiful face too much for her. She was touched at his unexpected considerateness yet she felt cautious; curious as to why he would treat her so kindly, and aware that there had to be a trap awaiting her; a penalty to pay. She shot glances his way. His attention was completely focused on a news item, muttering comments at the TV, not loud enough to hear but sounding quite opinionated. She found it oddly endearing, this glimpse of domesticity with him, the animal within him at rest.

She heard a vibration and saw him fish into the jacket pocket of his suit.

“Yes....Really? Ok. That’s certainly interesting. Yes, I’d appreciate it. Thanks Todd. Ok, will do.”
Damian turned to look at her, clearly something on his mind, but saying nothing.

Eating the fresh fruit now, she said to him, “Thank you for this.”

“You’re most welcome. The telephone call I just received concerned Mike.”

At the mention of Mike’s name her pulse quickened; guilt, and yet the realisation that she didn’t want to hear he had been found. Her feelings toward him had changed, from fear and upset over his disappearance to a new ambivalence toward him, due to her growing obsession for this man with her now.

“His car was found last night parked at a Casino in Arizona. The car had been stolen from a property in Phoenix. One of my men tracked down the tenant of that property. A lady called Christina Valdera. She says she was Mike’s girlfriend.”
A look of utter shock covered Tara’s face, her complexion now ashen.
“How do you know this?”

Confusion and disbelief was furrowing her brows.

“It’s what I do. What my company does; amongst other things. Intel. It’s not hard to find these things out.”

“She told you this?”
“She told my men this.”

“Is he with her?”

“She says she hasn’t seen him for a week.”

“Piece of trash.” She was standing, fury radiating through her body. “I want you to find him. I want you to rip his head off. No. I’ll do it for you, just bring him to me!”
She had never been so mad.

“Well, that has been my plan all along darling. Not your part in it; but have no worries, when I do find him...well, I don’t need to spell it out.”

Her temper exploding, she grabbed the plate and hurled it across the room, not even looking at where she was aiming and narrowly missing his head. It shattered against the wall, hundreds of shards flying, closely missing cutting him.

“Stop.”

“Absolute bastard. I’ll kill him. He emptied my bank account.”

The china cup from which she’d drunk tea went flying against the wall.

He sprang toward her, grabbing hold of both of her wrists.

“I told you to stop.”

She struggled against his hands, trying to break free.
“It won’t do you any good.”
“Get off me. Now!”

“This is becoming a bit of a habit,” he said, sardonically, amused at her. “But it seems to be the only way to control you at present.”

This woman aroused him beyond measure. Removing one of his hands from her, he reached for his briefcase on the bed and pulled out some paper.

“The Contract.”

He held it at her.

“You can sign it later.”

He let it drop as he pulled her up from the bed.

He walked her over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

At the side of it he undid one of the long sash ropes that tied the curtain back. He looped it around her wrist and secured it.

“Stop it!” She kicked out at him.

He paused and looked at her with a seriousness that almost made her regret having done it. She was unsure how far she could push him, but he had no right to keep doing things like this.

“You have given me no choice. You’re simply uncontrollable.” He was laughing.

He continued to restrain her, as though what he was doing was completely normal. Going to the other sash, he undid that one and held onto her by the arm as he tied it around her other wrist.

She pulled hard on the rope, trying to pull it from the wall.

“Now, I can keep you still.” He stood back, enjoying the sight of her futile struggle, hoping it would calm her down.

She pulled frantically on the ropes, her temper giving her strength but they were attached securely to the wall at either side of the window.

“Let me go immediately, or I promise you, you will regret it.”

“That’s a possibility,” he laughed again, “but I can’t do that, can I. We have an agreement.”
“Clearly I haven’t been scheming with my ‘boyfriend’ to run away with your money, if he has another girlfriend!”
“I don’t know how you run your private life darling.”
“Stop calling me that. He can rot in hell, and so can you.”
“That really isn’t a very nice thing to say to me.”

“I will get you back for this, so help me!”

“I’m sure you will. I was hoping to have a more civilised evening with you, but given that you have let your temper get the better of you, once again, I think it’s best if we just get on with things and let you make another repayment to me. Now, since the sight of me seems to be inflaming you, I think it might be best if we were to cover your eyes.”

He removed his black suit jacket. Despite her anger, she watched as he removed it, tailored as it was so perfectly to his figure. With his jacket off, the size of his sculptured chest was stunning, the definition of his muscles clearly visible. His physique was astonishing. She craved the very sight of his body.

He loosened his tie and took it off. He walked toward her and placed the tie across her eyes, pulling it behind her head and knotting it.

She could see nothing now, only hear the sound of his voice.

He stood back taking in the sight of her, still fully clothed, but bound and blindfolded. His erection, which had begun as soon as he had touched her wrists, made it difficult for him to slow down. He just wanted to take her now; and yet every moment he spent with her felt sensual on its own without even touching her, just by her presence close to him.

He retrieved the contract.

“I’m going to read the contract aloud for you, given that you are not in a position to read it yourself. And by the way, whether your fiancé has been cheating on you is beside the point. You, being his significant other, makes you liable for my financial loss. So, what I have stipulated in the contract is that; You are to be available to me at all times; you are to allow me to do whatever it is I need to do to you sexually; and you are to satisfy every request I make of you sexually.”

He stood in front of her, sinisterly seductive; a smile she could not see on his face. Approaching her, his hand went to her cheek, stroking it softly.
“Just to clarify; you will be mine whenever I need you. Starting now. And there is something I have so badly wanted to do to you since the moment I set eyes on you.”

His hands found the ends of her dress and slowly he started to raise it against her legs, the sensation sensually soft against her body, able to only feel and not see what he was doing to her as he lifted the dress higher until it reached just above her panties.

Her soft cleft was visible now in the sheer cream silk of her panties. She felt his fingers go between the cleft, feeling her dampness there.

“I could smell you on my fingers all day yesterday,” he said, his voice a deep drawl that vibrated through her.

In front of her, he got to his knees. Placing his hands around her thighs, he brought his lips to her and she felt the heat of his mouth on her most intimate place. Inhaling her scent, he sucked on her swollen mound through her panties, taking her all into his mouth. He ran his tongue between her lips, needing to taste her so badly and quickly his hands reached up and pulled down her panties.
“Open your legs for me love.”

She spread her legs apart, wanting only the sensation of his tongue on her. She felt as he pressed it against her clitoris, making it throb, sending waves of hot pleasure between her legs as his tongue lapped at her, her hips starting to move back and forth to his rhythm. She couldn’t stop herself. She bucked against his tongue, ground down against it, encouraged him to do it to her.

Pressing his face hard between her legs, he sucked on her voraciously, his demands extreme, devouring her with an intensity of greed, his lips sucking on her clitoris, engorged and swollen against his mouth, and she had no inhibitions left. He held onto her hips tightly, holding her down on to his mouth as the throbbing intensified, his tongue stroking her clitoris so perfectly it was like he had been with her before, so many times, and as she exploded against his mouth he held her tighter, sucking on her still, not freeing her, wanting more of her, wanting her to come again on him. 

She was dripping, drenching his mouth as his tongue took her again, licking between her labia, lapping up her wetness, drinking her as she rocked back and forth violently against his mouth, rubbing her clitoris faster against his lips, covering his mouth, pushing herself into him, sexual aggression and passion the same things to them now as they pushed each other further, transgressing in their base need for each other’s bodies. She moaned aloud as he gripped her buttocks, pushing her roughly back and forth across his face, her scent covering him as she climaxed again.

He rose to his feet. He had wanted to kiss her for so long now and as he took hold of her face, his kiss was full and passionate, his tongue going deep inside her mouth, his hands covering the sides of her face, enveloping her. She could taste her own sex on him, uniting them in scent and smell and taste. His hands held the side of her face possessively as his kisses became fierce.

He unbuttoned his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and taking it off. She heard him unzip his trousers. He took them and the rest of his clothes off swiftly.

His hand went around the back of her neck and he released the tie blindfolding her. She saw him fully naked as he stood before her, her hands still bound, and all she wanted to do was touch him. A more stunning form of masculinity she could not have found; his chest and stomach corded with muscles, his cock thick, and hard, inches away from her. As her eyes ran up his body she found his face, the expression in his eyes stimulating her senses even more than his body, a shattering wildness coming from them that took her breath away, the desire and possession coming from them reaching deep inside of her, touching her soul, twisting itself around her heart.