Page 45 of His Beautiful Revenge
He slid his arms around her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply, passionately. Zulika found her arms curling around his neck, her fingers tangling in his black hair.
Orlando moved her onto her back, his hands pushing up her shirt. Zulika, breathless, tugged his t-shirt over his head and ran her hands over the hard muscles of his chest. He was solidly built, his shoulders broad and his arms thickly muscled. As they stripped, she couldn’t help but admire the rest of him—his long legs, powerful thighs, and thick, proud cock.
As he covered her body with his, Zulika felt as if she were dreaming, and when his cock slid into her, she gasped at the pain mixed with such heady pleasure she thought she might pass out. They made love tenderly and slowly, exploring each other’s bodies. Orlando braced his hands on either side of her, gazing down at her as he began to thrust harder and deeper, and Zulika was lost, almost delirious with pleasure.
As she came, she heard him groan out her name again and again with such tenderness that she almost wept. “I love you so much, Lando. So,somuch.”
But as he caught his breath, Zulika saw the change come over his face.Oh no, no, not this, please …
Guilt.
He withdrew from her, sitting up. Zulika pushed herself up, reaching for him, but he flinched away. He turned back to her almost immediately, but the damage was done. Zulika covered her naked breasts, mortified.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t. Not …inherhouse ...”
Zulika felt hot tears of shame flood down her cheeks, but she nodded. “I understand. I’ll go …”
She started to pull her clothes on, but Lando reached for her. “I’m sorry, Zul. Please believe me when I say it isme, not you.”
God. She shook her head, unable to speak.
He walked her to the door. “Let me call you a cab.”
She shook her head. “No, I need the air.”
She turned to go, but he pulled her back into his arms. Leaning his forehead against hers, she could feel his tears dripping onto her face. “I’m so sorry, Zul …I want to be able to love you, to be free to love you …I’m just not there yet.”
She kissed him softly. “It’s okay.”
But as she ran into the night, down his street, she knew it wasn’t Okay. She debated calling a cab, but she didn’t want to be around anyone. The bookstore was only a couple of blocks. She’d stay there tonight, alone. Somewhere she could collect herself.
Somewhere she could cry her heart out and no-one would hear her.
Tara straddled him and rode his cock impatiently, needing him to come fast and hard. She needed the ego boost—and she needed Lucian to help her with the next part of her plan.
Which was why she was fucking him again; theonlyreason. He had long since started to revolt her, but now, with his cock buried deep inside her cunt, she knew she had all the power over him she needed.
Because soon, very soon she was going to need him to kill his ex-girlfriend.
“Zulika. Zulika. Zulika.” A poke in the ribs. “Boss. Wake up.”
Zulika opened her eyes to see Fred leaning over her, at once amused and annoyed. The sun was streaming in from the windows. Fred had obviously opened the blinds before she’d seen Zulika. Zulika blinked a few times, her head a fuzzy whirl. She sat up, clutching the throw to her naked body.
“Jeez. What time is it?”
“Nine a.m. What on earth are you doing in here?”
Zulika stood, wrapping the blanket around her tightly. “Nine a.m.? Damn, I must have been tired.”
“Why are you asleep on the couches anyway? You know you have a bed at home, right?”
“I couldn’t be bothered to go home.” Zulika was gathering up her clothes. She could have sworn she’d left her underwear on, but now she found it folded neatly on top of her jeans and t-shirt. Her limbs felt strange—sore as if she’s been lifting weights. “I need to take a shower.”
Fred frowned. “You could have crashed onmycouch, you know. And if you’re going to be buck naked, you might want to make sure the door’s locked. The back door was open.”
Zulika stopped. “What?”
Fred nodded. “Yep. Unless …” Fred grinned wickedly. “You were expecting company?”
