Lustful Cravings (The Seven Sin Sisters) (7 page)

“What if I don’t want it?” Even as the words came out, Layla knew them to be untrue
, a
nd
she
knew immediately that Madden
knew as well
.
There would be no secrets between them
.

Layla looked up at Madden’s
beautiful home.
Enormous stone pilla
rs framed the large front doors and
a stone path led through lush gardens to welcome visitors
.
H
is
home was plucked from the hills of
Italy. She remembered seeing several like this on one of their family vacations to southern Europe. Still
,
this home took her breath away with its classic beauty.

Madden pulled up to the front door and
turned off the car
.
He
sighed
, the first outward sign of his frustration with her refusal to accept the mating
.
“Layla, you must accept this. We have
bonded and now we acclimate. The choice is not ours
,
but
we can own the desires and
enjoy them. Come
on
, I will show you around your new home.”

“Stop calling it that,” Layla growled and Madden chuckled.
She didn’t know why she fought it
.
T
his home, her new home, was everything she could want
b
ut the
helpless,
out of control feelings were overwhelming.
Layla wanted to find love even though she understood her lust would identify her mate. Would she only have lust?

“Save that growl for later, Layla
l
ove. It will be much better served in our bedroom.” The light in Madden’s eyes told her he was purposely
antagonizing her. Still Layla glared at him, causing him to
chuckle again
.
“Come.
We’ll go in through the front doors. Normally we’d park in the back
,
but for your first time, I want you to experience it as our future guests will.
”

Layla said nothing but followed him, s
trolling from room to room in silence
.
Layla worked hard at not showing her approval of the décor.
The interior of
Madden’s home was
equally
beautiful
as if designed straight from a magazine. Neutrals colors accented with s
hades of gold and burgundy were warm. This was a home she could see herself living in. If only it hadn’t been forced on
her, she’d be just fine living here. As it was, she
wasn’t prepared to give into this mating so easily. She
couldn’t let on
how much she loved
his home and allow herself to be swept away without any hope of control
.

She wanted love
—
true love
—
like in her romance books.

“My parents
prefer that
each of us
live nearby
,
so they
purchased this large compound
w
h
e
n
we were younger
.
M
y mother brought in a designer to make
this home
more suitable for a woman
once
I was of mating age b
ut you can change anything you don’t like. This is all yours now.”

Layla shrugged. That did explain the beautiful décor
, definitely a woman’s touch
. “I wouldn’t change a thing. It’s beautiful.”
Now that she knew it wasn’t one of Madden’s past lovers who had decorated the home, she more than approved of the style.

She turned in a full circle to view the room in which they stood. Her gaze landed on Madden. Layla’s
simple
spoken
words
, her honesty,
gave her an incredible gift as she looked up
at Madden. His smile was breathtaking, a full, wide grin
revealing
dimples
in
both cheeks. His eyes glittered as he reached his fingers down to stroke along
her jaw
and
spoke, “You are beautiful, Layla.”

Blushing, Layla turned from him to continue on to the second floor where several small bedrooms lined one side of a long hallway overlooking the open foyer below. Opening a set of double doors, Layla’s composure broke as her fantasy room sat before her. The massive roo
m was painted a deep purple with a large canopy bed taking up most of one corner. Drapes and linens of golden fabrics decorat
ed
the bed
and
windows,
and
dozens
of pillows were strewn about the room. It was a fantasy
—
her fantasy
—
and she wondered how he knew.

“How?”
It was all she could say, the only word that would form.

“It was meant to be,” he stated emphatically. There was no question for Madden. The truth was held in the mystery he embraced as his future.
He held back his own happiness in seeing her so taken in by their home.

“And yet we know nothing of each other.”

“I will tell you anything, show you everything
.
Y
ou need only ask.”

“I need more than just faith in a legend
.”

“I am a legend, Layla. Most humans believe my species to be only legend and yet I exist. Touch me,” Madden’s fingers grasped Layla’s
and moved them to his ches
t. “I am but a legend and still I am the truth.”

“It’s too much.
Can’t we talk about
t
his later?” Layla moved away from Madden to look out a window across the room.

“We need to talk, to learn about each other. You can’t walk away from this. You do understand that, right?”

“Yes. I understand, Madden. I am not an idiot,” Layla scrubbed her hand over her face and worked to calm the emotions rolling in her stomach, “I’m sorry. I know I’m not making this perfect. I know I’m ruining everything.”

“You have ruined nothing,” Madden attempted to reassure Layla.

“
I’m tired, Madden. I just want to rest in my own home with my sisters,” Layla looked up at Madden with imploring
eyes
.
She hoped he would
understand
without her
pleading with him to return her.

“You will rest here with me in your new home.”

Layla recognized the resolve in Madden’s voice. She moved to the be
d, took a pillow into her arms and curled herself around
it
, taking up only a small corner of the
very
large bed she would share with Ma
dden. In her mind, she understood this was as it should be.
Of course, her mother was right
,
but n
ow she needed
to
get her heart in alignment.

As she lay there, she felt the bed dip and Madden’s arms circle her in an embrace. He pulled her into him and held her as she drifted off to slee
p. The last thing she heard was Madden’s soft voice, his breath on her ear, “Have faith in me, Layla
l
ove, and you need not have faith in the legend.”

*
*
*
*

Layla came awake to a marvelous sensation between her thighs that had her moaning
.
She recalled the dinner they’d shared on the patio the evening before, overlooking magnificent fields of grapes.
His housekeeper had laid out a full spread of delicacies for them before she left for the evening. They enjoyed them and each other, talked for hours and watched as the sun set over the vineyard.
And she recalled retiring to bed again after dinner and being taken by Madden again, this time with more strength that she matched readily
.
Layla was again amazed by w
hat this man
—
this legend
—
did to her.

“Madden,” she purred.

“My
l
ove,” his words
were
but a breath against her moist folds as he only paused to respond before returning to his feast.

“This is a wonderful way to wake me.”
Her stomach cramped as tightness
began building. Her pussy clenched at the fingers she felt entering her oh-so slowly
and
spasm
ed
to
grab hold and pull them in deeper.

“Then it is what I will do every morning.” Madden increased the pressure of his
fingers
until
he
pressed
deeper
inside
he
r
.
T
hen
he
lick
ed
the edges
of her core
with
his tongue in
such tortuously gentle thrusts that Layla wanted more. No,
she
needed more.
“I need more. Please, Madden,” Layla could hear the pleading in her
own
voice and
knew
Madden could hear it as well.
Still
he removed his fingers
a
nd she moaned as her need for him rose higher.

“Te
ll me what you need, Layla
l
ove.
T
ell me what I can give you.”
His tongue
pump
ed
in and out of her
pussy
, leaving Layla to imagine
his
cock doing the same,
to
imagin
e
the stretch and fullness that left her so content.
She was panting
and
shaking with need
,
s
o wet, her juices leaked from her along her thighs.

Layla knew what she needed most from Madden
,
but she
couldn’t
speak the words. To voice her needs and prove to him that she truly needed his touch was too much, too soon. “Please, Madden.”
She was so wet, so hot and her pussy
was
so sensitive, it near
ly hurt with every stroke of his tongue.

“Love, you need only tell me what it is you would like from me
,
and it will be yours.” Madden
quirked hi
s lip up
, grinning
,
he
raised
his eyebrow
,
and wait
ed
for her response
.
He was playing with her. God, she loved it. No, she
should
hate i
t.

He perched himself between her legs now
and
held
her wide open to his gaze
,
but she co
uld no longer feel him on her thighs
or
between her legs,
where she most needed his touch.
She needed to feel him.
“I want you, Madden.”
Layla’s
voice was not her own. Who was this vixen he had created?

“But I am already yours.” He was going to force her to say the words
a
nd she was certain she was close to giving in
.
S
he needed to close her thighs and he wasn’t allowing it.
She would get no relief unless she asked Madden to give it to her.

Madden sucked both fingers into his mouth, wetting them
. Drawing his fingers up her torso toward her chest, he left his eyes locked on her breasts and licked his lips.
T
hen
his damp fingers
twisted her
already sensitive
nipples until they were rosy red and distended.
She arc
hed her back towards him and he laughed. “What is it you want, Layla
l
ove?”

“Please
,
Madden
.
B
e inside me. I need you inside me
,” the words rushed from Layla’s lips before she could think.
And it was just that simple as
Madden
shifted ever so slightly so that his cock slid inside her and all was right. All was perfect.
Their eyes locked
.
Layla couldn’t look away.