The Dark Under Light (Book #2 Masters of the Dark Series)

THE CAKE

The sweet doctor had accepted Richard's invitation without knowing what to expect. Not that he thought about murdering her or keeping her imprisoned for weeks in some cell to break her will as he had done with Madox some time ago, no. Richard Thorn's intention was quite simple: to exploit this woman. She had physical qualities that interested him and of course he was attracted to her, after all she was a beautiful woman. But he was also attracted to the way of thinking of this particular woman, she had captivated his attention with just one look and the simple fact of hearing her speak made Richard feel euphoric. There was something about this woman that invited him to build scenarios where they both enjoyed each other without repercussions. But he had to be very clear with her, there was no way they could end up in some kind of ... romantic relationship. What is that anyway? Two people who complement each other and make each other happy? It was something that was of no interest to him, as happiness was found in making a woman climax without touching her c**t - that was having skill, cunning and expert reflexes. Anyone could penetrate a woman, but few men had what it took to make a woman like Emily Vargas vibrate with pure and lively desire. Richard watched her as she read the menu with her lips slightly pursed. He found himself wondering at the things that mouth of hers could do if it came into contact with any part of his body, the resounding screams that might come out of them when he had her at his mercy. He made a mental note to make this evening something special for her, something she could remember and use to fantasize about as she touched herself tonight under her topaz silk sheets. That’s right. Richard stepped forward and took the liberty of finding out how much he could of her without getting too involved. It was amazing the things that money could buy today.

“Please tell me you’re ordering something meatier than a salad.” He said after clearing his throat to break the silence, to his annoyance she merely eyed him over the silver rim and flipped a page. “You were looking at the salads.” He muttered, now amused to having caught her in the act.

“I was looking at this dish with some greens and cheese and enough protein. It even came with bread.”

“A salad.”

She wiggled her brows at him. “You could say that.” When she out down the menu he got a clear view of that sexy cleavage of hers. “My eyes are up here, Mr. Thorn.” She reprimanded him but there was a tone of amusement there, hinting she didn’t mind one bit for him to be ogling at her.

“You may call me Richard, you know?”

“Why would I do that?” Challenging little thing, he thought to himself. “I must confess I had expected for you to cook tonight rather than bringing me to such a fancy restaurant.”

“Oh?” Maybe he should have thought better of her moves before asking her out tonight. Even so, his games were just beginning. “We can still go and have our fun there.”

“Fun?”

“Fun.” He confirmed before taking a sip from his wine. “I told you, there’s nothing chaste about tonight.”

She scoffed at him, obviously she was not taking this whole situation seriously and that bothered him a tad. “You yet have to get me to consent.” She would be a tough nut to crack. But he didn't plan on giving up so soon, even if she put up a thousand obstacles. The hardest of all had been her agreeing to go out with him tonight. In a way he already had the victory assured, the only thing he needed was for her to spread her legs before the night was over.

“Is two plus two four?” he asked absentmindedly putting his menu down. She narrowed her eyes at him as she whispered the word yes. He couldn’t help but to grin for he had trapped her so easy without her even noticing; or maybe she did and didn’t care either way. Tonight, this woman would be his. “So, what are we having?”

“I think I’ll stick to the salad, I’m not that hungry anyway.”

“That’s incredibly disappointing but alight. You may have the salad; I’ll have a stake.”

“Of course, I may. I don’t recall asking for your opinion or permission, Richard.”

During much of the dinner, they both ate in silence, but the mischievous looks were not lacking. At dessert time she had decided on a slice of classic chocolate cake, which they both shared. Honestly, it was the best chocolate cake he had ever had. When they left the restaurant and got into the limo, Richard noticed something about Emily that wasn't there at the start of the night. She was nervous. At first, she seemed to cling to being in control and building impenetrable barriers around her but now that they were both alone, he realized how fragile she was when she was only in his company. So, Richard scooted over to her, sliding slowly into the seat until he caught her against the door. Still she didn't do anything, she just remained very still. "Hi." he whispered, and she greeted him back. They will have spent at least ten minutes simply gazing each other, learning the rhythm of each other's elaborated breaths before their lips met halfway. Emily Vargas turned out to be as intoxicating as he had imagined her to be. Usually kisses bored him but the way she clung to him and rippled her body against his pushed him to the edge.

When her hands started to work on his fly, he caught her wrists and pushed them away, instead guided those seeing fingers between her legs. He gave her a daring look, he wanted to see how far she would go tonight and if she actually managed to live through his expectations then he would finally cave in and have his answer. Emily met his challenge with a passion so raw he almost reeled back when she spread her legs and rubbed herself with one hand while the other pushed the top of her dress down to reveal two perfectly full mounds of delicious flesh he would be feasting on soon enough.

He leaned in and soon resumed their kissing, and all the while she kept herself at the brink of climax for he knew she was saving it for later.