Zara's Surrender Page 6

  “Shit, Noah, that hurts,”

  Being dragged on her ass, even on something soft, was painful. She kicked her legs as much as she could. Noah continued to pull her to him so he could impale her sheath onto his sword. She was incredibly aroused and knew the wet evidence of that glistened at the mouth of her sex. He said nothing but slowly drew her up his thighs and onto his cock.

  “No,” she whispered, feeling every inch of him claiming every inch of her.

  Once his cock was buried to the hilt, Noah splayed his hand and ran it up from her mons to palm her breast and trace lazy circles around her areola before flicking her nipple with his thumb.

  “Wrap your legs around my back, Zara.”

  She shook her head and tried to find some kind of purchase that would give her any kind of leverage to push off him. Noah continued to use one hand to play, tug, and pinch her nipples and now used his other to treat her swollen nub to the same thing. Her hips started to undulate in response.

  “Good girl. Now, lock your legs around my waist.”

  Zara knew she couldn’t trust her voice to speak, so shook her head.

  “Yes.”

  Noah increased the attention he was giving to her nipples and clit, but lay completely still within her. She could feel his cock pulsing and her sheath responding to his invasion. Arousal surged through her, sparking all of her nerve endings. Her pussy spasmed all along his length as the onslaught of a powerful orgasm hit her. Her body trembled in response.

  “Noah,” she cried in one long wail of desperation and desire.

  She opened her eyes and searched his face. She could tell he was determined to make her capitulate to his mastery over her body and soul. He continued to play…no, that was wrong. Noah wasn’t playing, he was toying with her—taunting and challenging her to accept his dominance. The same way a maestro coerced a reluctant prodigy to surrender her will to his. She felt as though she were a Stravinsky instrument—strung tautly with the strings just this side of snapping.

  “Cradle me between your legs, sweetheart. You aren’t going to get what you need until you yield to me.”

  “No,” she whispered as another climax possessed her and she shuddered.

  “Have it your way.”

  He lifted her legs so they rested against his chest as he raised them over his shoulders. He rocked up onto his knees so only her upper body remained in contact with the mattress. Zara pounded the bed and tried to clutch at anything that would provide her with some means of evasion.

  His response was two staccato swats to her exposed backside.

  “Enough, woman.”

  Noah thrust powerfully—pulling out almost completely before driving back into her to the depths of her channel. Zara twisted and thrashed, trying to at least wrestle some measure of resistance to his control over their coupling. She surrendered and lay back as he continued to hammer her pussy ensuring she felt his prowess and strength.

  Zara tried to focus on something, anything, other than Noah’s complete rule of the carnal act to which he subjected her. There was something liberating and terrifying in it. She had no concern he would actually harm her, but her fear that she would not be able to fight him and his need to dominate her was real. She needed to find a way to break free of the physical and sexual thrall he held her in.

  He groaned as he stroked her; his face revealing that he reveled in her response to him. He kept her legs pressed to his chest, restricting her movements. Noah increased the speed with which he rode her. Zara screamed at the exquisite torture he demanded she endure and came again.

  “Once more,” he whispered seductively.

  “I…can’t,” she stammered.

  The intensity of the day’s events descended upon her. The threat to her life by those who had attacked her home should have been overwhelming. But it was nothing compared to Noah’s demand that she abandon the woman she had fought so hard to forge from the embers of Damian’s death. The thought he wanted her to do so only to be claimed once again by a dominant alpha male was far more disconcerting.

  “You can,” he said, pummeling her core. “You will.”

  Before she could respond, another tidal wave of need for him to find completion and send his seed deep into her core overtook her, and she orgasmed—her pussy clutching at the ramrod pistoning in and out of her. Noah surged forward one last time and flooded her cunt with his cum.

  He held her pinned against his torso as she began freefalling from the heights he had taken her. He lowered her legs halfway, ensuring he remained between them with his cock completely submerged within her wet heat.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he said again.

  She had nothing left to fight with, convinced he could force nothing more from her than he had already taken. Zara made a pathetic whimpering sound but complied.

  Gently, he laid her down, stretching out alongside her. He rested on his forearms and tenderly brushed the hair from her face. He brought his mouth down to hers, and her lips parted; her tongue welcomed his as he coaxed her to return his kiss. Once she sighed, relaxed, and her tongue danced with his as he murmured against her lips, he completed the kiss then withdrew from her, rolling to his back.

  As Zara tried to move away from him, his arm snaked out, wrapped around her, and pulled her hard against him.

  “You stay next to me,” he growled.

  Noah snugged her up to his side with her head in the crook of his shoulder. He reached for her thigh and pulled it over one of his so that his thigh rested between her legs. He nuzzled the top of her head, inhaling deeply, then continued to stroke her thigh from hip to knee in a soothing manner.

  “I’m exhausted and sore, you bastard,” she whispered.

  There it was again, that damn self-satisfied, completely masculine chuckle laced with a heavy dose of lust and testosterone.

  “Next time I tell you to wrap your legs around my back, do as you’re told. I guarantee you, the next time I won’t be as lenient.”

  “For your information, battering me with that weapon you keep between your legs is not my idea of lenient.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Trust me, sweetheart, my fucking your pussy is the least of your worries.” He reached across her and grabbed one of her butt cheeks, causing her to wince. “The reason you’re sore is because you haven’t had a man to hold you accountable for your head-strong foolishness or ride you hard enough to keep you sated. That isn’t going to be an issue for you going forward.”

  She pushed against his side with both hands and received another hard swat for her trouble.

  “Stop that,” she cried.

  “Just as soon as you settle down. Knock it off, Zara, and behave. Go to sleep. We’re going to have a conference call sometime tomorrow, and I think it would be helpful if you participated.”

  “I’ll be damned if I’m going to share any information I’ve learned with you.”

  “At the risk of really pissing you off, if it’s on your laptop or stored anywhere, our tech guy, Thom, already has it and is compiling it with what we know and what Abdal is telling us.”

  “You have an open line to Abdal?”

  “He’s currently our guest in Mesa.”

  “You’re holding him hostage, too?” she accused.

  Noah’s hand descended on her rump.

  “Keep it up, Zara, and I’ll put you back over my knee for another discipline session. And, no, he is there at his request.”

  “And me?”

  “You are here at mine.”

  Zara made a fist.

  Noah never opened his eyes, but, somehow, he seemed to know—perhaps he’d noticed the tension in her hand change.

  “Follow through with that thought, sweetheart, and I’ll prove to you just how lenient I was earlier today. Just relax, put your head on my shoulder, and go to sleep. We should be secure at this location. If you behave, we can go for a walk on the beach in the morning. It’s really very pretty here.”

  “I despise you,” she s
eethed.

  “No, sweetheart, you don’t. And therein is your biggest issue. You don’t hate me at all. In fact, you’re pretty damn happy the right kind of man has come back in your life to put you over his knee when you need it and give you a good ramming each night before you go to sleep.”

  “You’re an arrogant prick.”

  He laughed. “You may be right, but it doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Close your eyes, beautiful, and go to sleep.”

  Zara could tell when he’d fallen asleep but could also tell it wasn’t a deep slumber, and any bid she might make for her freedom would be quickly shut down. She didn’t want to contemplate his response to an action of that nature. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t risk it, but she wouldn’t do so without at least a fairly good chance of it being successful.

  Chapter 7

  Zara’s dreams were dark and disturbing. She was running from something in the back alleys and inky darkness of an old city. There was something chasing her that meant to do her harm. Suddenly, Noah was there. He wrapped his arms around her, and she felt safe and warm in his embrace. His lips grazed her temple then her eyes before settling on her mouth.

  His hands lightly skimmed her body. Zara could feel herself emerging from the dregs of her dream and sleep as Noah’s mouth closed around her nipple and sucked. He nudged her onto her back, and her thighs parted in invitation for him to possess her again. He positioned himself between her legs as the head of his cock probed for her core. His hands slipped under her buttocks with his thumbs spanning her hip bones as he sank his full length into her, groaning.

  “Don’t,” she protested feebly, but then he began to move inside her.

  “Shh, beautiful, let me have you…all of you,” he whispered, nuzzling her. “Wrap your legs around me, Zara.”

  This time she had no will to fight and spread her thighs wider, hooking her legs over the top of his thighs beneath his well-developed buttocks, which were now fueling the engine that ground his cock deeper into her pussy.

  “Noah,” she sighed in unmitigated pleasure as her need grew.

  There was something elemental and fierce in the way his body claimed hers and forced not just a physical response but a complete and total surrender to his command. He stroked her harder and faster until he drove himself into her ferociously and she succumbed to a tremendous orgasm that left her shaking in its aftermath.

  “That’s my beauty,” he said soothingly.

  “Not yours,” she managed to say.

  “Mine. Only mine. If not right this minute, then soon. Give to me, Zara.”

  She shook her head as he tried to capture her mouth again with his. His response was to pin her to the bed more forcefully as he drove into her relentlessly. Her breath sped up, and the noises she was making became little whimpers as her orgasm approached faster than she could comprehend. Her body stiffened in anticipation, and she started to pant, terrified of the amount of pleasure she was about to feel, and embarrassed that he could undo her to this extent.

  Zara cried as she came again and clung to him. Noah showed no signs of weariness, only a gritty determination to relentlessly stroke her until her will to resist him was gone. Zara knew she had lost to him when her hands moved down his back and cupped his buttocks to urge him to fuck her harder and faster. He granted her unspoken request and plunged deeper and harder into her molten core.

  “God yes,” he whispered as his movements became more frenzied. “Come with me. Let your cunt milk my cock for every last drop I’m going to pump into you.”

  “Yes,” she sighed as her body took flight with his and soared beyond the clouds and stars to a place of infinite time and space.

  With a final thrust, his staff released his essence into her being, and her pussy rippled along his length in response. Something within Zara sparked to life. She basked in the aftermath of his lovemaking, grateful he didn’t seem inclined to withdraw. There was a part of being coupled with Noah that was earthy and intimate. He released his hold on her hips and brought his hands up to her face. He whispered kisses over her face and made small, incoherent noises that comforted and reassured her that his need for her was as great as hers for him.

  As he began to withdraw, Zara mourned his imminent uncoupling. This time, when he rolled off her, she rolled with him, throwing her arm across his torso, wedging one of her legs between his so his softening cock lay between the juncture of her thighs. Noah wrapped one arm around her back and laid the other over her arm, returning her embrace.

  This time when she slept, she dreamed nothing and felt only peace and contentment.

  The next time Zara opened her eyes, she was alone and surprised to see that the sun was up. Without looking at a clock or her cell phone, she had no way of knowing the exact time but figured it was probably midmorning. The floorboards creaked as Noah came in from the other room. He had on only his jeans and looked like some photoshopped male model complete with washboard abs, corded and muscled arms, and a trim waist. There was a heavy sprinkling of dark hair across his chest. It was widely dispersed across his pectoral muscles before narrowing to join in the middle of his sternum and trailing down the center of his torso disappearing into his jeans. He was carrying a tray with something that smelled delicious.

  He walked around the end of the bed to her side, set the tray on the nightstand, took her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply. As with everything else about him, the kiss was commanding and yet entreating at the same time.

  “Good morning, Zara. Did you sleep well?”

  “After you left me alone to sleep,” she snapped.

  She had a fleeting thought she might have offended or angered him. He threw his head back and laughed before kissing the tip of her nose then briefly capturing her mouth with his. It was disorienting that, even in something that was only slightly more than his lips brushing hers, he was able to completely overpower her senses.

  “You seemed disturbed, and I sought to comfort you,” he said with a sly grin.

  “No, you woke with a hard-on and used me to take care of it.”

  Again, instead of anger or reprisal, she got laughter. “As I recall, sweetheart, your needs were seen to as well, and you came more times than I did.”

  “And woke even more sore than when I went to sleep.”

  “Do you always wake up in such a lousy mood?”

  “Yes,” she snapped.

  “Then I’ll have to come up with ways to see if we can’t make your mornings better.”

  “How about you get me back to the nearest train station so I can get back home to London.”

  “That’s not happening. We have a forensic team that should be there anytime. They’ll go over your place with a fine-tooth comb.”

  Mildly outraged—after all, she was being held against her will—she said, “What on earth for?”

  “We want to see if they left anything behind—DNA, trace evidence, surveillance devices, explosives.”

  “You think they’d leave a bomb?”

  “I wouldn’t put it outside the realm of possibilities. You do realize those men meant to torture and kill you, right? They weren’t coming in through the back with masks and automatics to have tea.”

  “I don’t drink tea.”

  “I know,” he said calmly. “You drink dark-roast coffee, black if you have to. But if it’s available, you like wild honey and a dollop of clotted cream. I like honey in my coffee as well, and organic when I can find it. The little store we stopped at had a really nice local produce and dairy section. If I’d known then you like clotted cream, I’d have picked some up. But I did add some honey to your mug. I can get you more if it wasn’t enough.”

  He handed her a mug filled with fresh coffee. She inhaled deeply and smiled in spite of herself. She took a taste and sighed. The cream would have been lovely, but it was precisely the right amount of honey.

  “This is divine, thank you. How did you know so much about my coffee?”

  He wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her
laugh.

  “I know many things.”

  She arched an eyebrow at him skeptically.

  “I had Croft ask Finn.”

  “Is she all right?”

  “Other than being in much the same shape as you, she’s fine.”

  “Ganging up on us?” She looked over the rim of the mug as she took a more thorough drink.

  “Absolutely. Croft and I are well aware the two of you are, if not actively conspiring at the moment to get to the bottom of this story, then soon will be.”

  “That’s our job—to get the story.”

  “Maybe in the past, but not now. Now, your primary job is to follow my orders, and the first rule is you don’t put yourself in harm’s way.”

  She snorted and took another sip. “In case you missed the memo…I’m not inclined to follow anyone’s order other than my own.”

  He grinned. “I got the memo. I’m just vetoing it. Quit trying to pick a fight with me, Zara.”

  “I’m not. Just when things don’t turn out the way you think they should, I don’t want to be accused of leading you on.”

  “You’ve been very clear about your reluctance to do as you’re told. I think I’ve been just as clear as to the consequences of your not minding me.”

  “I’m not looking for some over-endowed and muscled guard dog who thinks he has to keep me safe and in return gets to fuck me whenever he wants.”

  “You think I’m over-endowed? I thought it was a perfect fit,” he teased.

  Zara sent him a scathing look but said nothing more.

  He shook his head. “Drink your coffee, Zara. Tomorrow, I’ll try having it ready on the nightstand and fuck you first thing. We’ll see if that doesn’t improve your mood.”

  “You egotistical, condescending bastard.”

  “Sweetheart, don’t get yourself all worked up. I made breakfast. Why don’t you eat your omelet before it gets cold,” he said handing her a plate with the most perfect omelet she’d ever seen.