Imminent Conquest
Authors: Aurora Rose Lynn
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Copyright ©2011 by Aurora Rose Lynn
First published in 2011
Imminent Conquest
ISBN #978-0-85715-729-4
(C)Copyright Aurora Rose Lynn 2011
Cover Art by Posh Gosh (C)Copyright October 2011
Edited by Lisa Cox
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.
Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
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Released from prison, is Michael looking for sweet revenge, or forbidden love?
When she was in her late teens, Nicole Harris fell in love with her sexy boyfriend, James Carmichael, but when he was accused of murder, and she was forced to testify against him, the relationship ended seemingly forever.
Now, ten years later, he's been freed from prison, has reinvented himself, and now calls himself by a new first name. Has Michael returned to seek revenge?
Nicole is confused when she meets him, realizing their past can never be regained. However, much to her chagrin, Michael pursues her and although her logical mind resents him, her treacherous body wants nothing else except to be near him. She relives the past where they used to play games of light bondage and suddenly, Michael is re-enacting those games and leaving her breathless and wanting more!
Once again, Michael is a huge part of her life, but not for the sake of love, but for revenge. Can she run far enough away from him or will she become embroiled in the intrigues of the past?
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The morning had started with all the promise of an early summer day a young woman could dream of. Nicole Harris twined her arms around her lover's neck and nuzzled his cheek. Dozens of birds trilled in the trees overhead. The sunlight momentarily chased away most of the lingering shadows from the secluded meadow, fragrant with tiny, colourful blossoms.
"Stop tormenting me, woman,” James Carmichael conquered her lips with a rough force she could only have wished for days earlier. He nibbled on the moist, smooth skin, urging her lips to part. He edged his tongue along her teeth, forcing his indomitable will on her.
She was wet with longing for him and no longer cared that someone might be watching from their chalet tucked away in the mountains. The sky was perfectly cloudless and the sapphire blue lake reflected the tall pine trees. Teasing him to flaunt his male strength, she slipped out from under him and ran. Her heart beat faster as she listened to the sound of his shoes slapping the ground. She loved the thrill of the chase, which made her feel ultra feminine and powerful over this man. When she felt his strapping arms around her waist, she fell to the newly-grown grass. She panted for air, and for mercy.
"Will you marry me?” he asked, surprising her into stunned speechlessness. She had expected a proposal but not so soon. He loomed above her, dressed in nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting black shorts.
"Yes!” she breathed, flattered such a rich, intelligent, devilishly sexy man would want her for his wife.
He leaned over her, his bulging erection pressed against the flat of her stomach. “You can have anything you want. As big a wedding as you want with ten bridesmaids, a five-tiered wedding cake and as lovely a dress as you want."
"I don't want any of those things. Just you,” she murmured, pressing a light kiss on the tip of his aristocratic nose. Her hand strayed to his broad chest where a few blond hairs nestled. She toyed with the soft curls.
"I only want you, but not for what you think.” His blue eyes, the colour of the lake nearby, twinkled mischievously.
Disappointment shot through her. “What are you saying?"
"I want you for all of you—your luscious breasts, your pussy, your satin-soft skin. All of you."
"What did you think I was giving you?"
"I want everything, Nicole. Your mind, your soul and your body. Everything."
She scowled, but couldn't prevent a tiny smile. “What's so hard about that?"
"Remember the other day when I tied you to the bed?"
Nicole nodded, wondering where his questioning was leading. That had been the first time he had persuaded her to accept his rough lovemaking.
"That signified you will submit to me in all things. As a wife should."
She giggled. “You make that sound as if it's something I don't want."
"We might end up arguing at times. It would be good for you to remember that."
She knew better than to label James a power freak. He was sensitive, gentle and always attentive to her needs—the ideal mate. There was no sense of an ominous shadow above them.
"Let's not worry about those things now. Can you just fuck me, the way you like?” The way he had taught her to enjoy, she admitted silently.
His smile was like the discovery of gold in a barren desert. “Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
She nodded, unwilling to think about anything but her desire for him—that desire that wreaked havoc with her rational thoughts. “I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please. Fuck me."
He dragged her to her feet, his expression focused on whatever he had in mind for her pleasure. “I want to eat you, starting at your toes, travelling up your ankles—"
"Don't tell me,” she cried out. “Just do it!"
He backed her against the thin trunk of a tree. “Lie down with your head to the base of the tree, then put your hands above your head."
With a tiny shiver of apprehension, she did as she was told, placing her hands against the rough bark. This was a consensual game, one they both enjoyed. She was his love slave.
James reached behind her head and untied the pretty pink ribbon holding her hair up in a ponytail. “Do you always come prepared?"
She giggled. “If I had known, I would have used something else, oh captor of mine.” Her nipples peaked into tight buds at the light touch of his hands on hers as he circled the ribbon around her hands. Unable to imagine what delight he had in store for her, she allowed him to bind her wrists together.
"Look at me,” he ordered in a harsh, gravelly voice he rarely used with her.
Her clit hardened and her juices dampened the crotch of her white panties. She gazed into his face and saw the deep love he had for her reflected in those pools of sapphire.
"You trust me that I won't hurt you, right?"
She nodded, hoping he would get on with the game quickly. Her skin burned at his every possessive touch.
He grinned before he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. She wanted more. Much more. When he stepped back, a muscle twitched in his right cheek and his concentration had intensified.
He grabbed hold of her T-shirt at her throat and ripped it down the middle. Hot air fanned by a light breeze cooled her burning skin. With her hands bound above her head, she could do little to stop whatever plan he had conjured.
"The next time you come to me,” he said, “I don't want you wearing underwear."
"I can't do that,” Nicole objected. “What would my parents say if I walked out of the house naked under my clothes?"
"How would they know if you didn't say anything? Besides, you're old enough to know what you want.” He tore the pale pink T-shirt away from her upper torso before he unclasped her lacy white bra, letting the flimsy fabric cling to her soft globes. Her breasts yearned to be free, yearned to feel his heated touch, but he stepped back and admired her, grunting softly to himself.
"Please?” she pleaded. “I need you. Can you hurry?"
His eyes glistened. “I'm in control, Nicole. Don't you think?"
She nodded again. “But can you speed it up?"
"No. Sometimes making you wait when you're so much in need can turn you on even more."
"But I don't want to be turned on even more,” she protested weakly. If she was turned on any more than she already was, she would scream.
He shook his head and pursed his lips. “Too bad.” He took hold of the waistband of her beige shorts and ripped the stretch material off. All she had on now were thong panties and the bra. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, leaning closer. He smelt of freshly washed skin and male arousal.
"No,” she denied, although her honeyed cream ran down her inner thigh.
He slipped his hand between her thighs and shoved them apart. “Let me see."
"No,” she whimpered playfully, in keeping with their sensuous game.
"No? Do you know what I'll do if I find out you're lying?"
"Punish me?” Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought. Maybe he would bend her over his knees and spank her bare ass.
"Strip you absolutely naked,” he replied, “and chain you to my bed for the rest of your life."
"That might not be a bad idea,” she whispered, daring to look at his dark shorts where his swelling erection bulged. He was well hung, she thought, admiring the view.
"Look at my face,” he commanded.
Eagerly, she complied. From arm's length, he spread her legs wider and inserted his fingers into her panties. “You are wet. You shouldn't lie,” he murmured.
A moment later, Nicole lay naked in front of him, her bra and panties discarded in the grass. The heat in her pussy had cranked up at least a million degrees.
