Dangerous Love Book 2

Tia

Well, dinner is fun. The boss has spoken all but two words to me. I don’t even think he’s glanced my way. God, he’s not making this easy for me. The servers stand around us, ready to jump at our demands.

I can hear myself chewing—that is how quiet it is. I glance up at Darius, who’s tucking into his food.

“So, honey, how was your day?” I smile, stabbing my fork slowly into a roast potato.

Darius’ eyes shoot up, and he freezes, holding up his fork to his mouth. Fuck can he be any more awkward? I might as well be married to a tree.

At least the tree wouldn’t make it obvious that this is totally fake.

After watching his jaw clench for a full minute, he finally responds. “Fine.” and continues eating, leaving me to my own thoughts again.

Well, I’m fine too, thanks for asking, darling. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, but instead, they flicker around the room to the servers standing ready, all expressions serious.

I take a long gulp of red wine and shake my head as it immediately makes me feel fuzzy. Woah, that’s strong. My eyes jump over to Darius, who is, of course, watching me. ~I wish I could read him.~

I hold his stare for a while and then watch as he glances around the room too.

As if he finally realizes that we are surrounded by servers, his large hand comes forward onto the table and on top of my hand. I raise my brow discreetly, but he looks away.

The move is so forced and stiff that I have to hold back a laugh. It’s at that moment that I find everything funny.

My laugh fights through and wins this battle; my shoulders shake along with my giggles. My hand jerks away from under his and comes over my mouth to try and stop myself.

Darius carries on staring my way with an unreadable expression. I can see his jaw ticking; he must be pissed off. Of course he is. When isn’t he? He leans back in his seat. “Head maid?” He calls.

Fiona comes rushing in, and her eyes grow wide in shock as she witnesses my laughing state.

“Please take my wife up to our room. I think she’s... had enough,” he orders through gritted teeth.

Fiona wastes no time ushering me out of my seat. I’m wiping tears from my eyes now. God, what’s wrong with me? I can’t even pinpoint what I find so funny. Everything right now.

I rush up the stairs past Blane and Vincent, who are eyeing me wearily, both giving each other confused looks. Maybe I’m in shock.

“What do you think you are doing?” Fiona roars as we enter the bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” I finally manage to say, taking a seat at the edge of the large bed. “I don’t know what got into me.”

Fiona mutters something under her breath as she walks out of the room, leaving me to calm down. I breathe out a sigh of relief, though I instantly feel on edge.

I look around Darius’ room, our room, and my heart starts to beat faster. Maybe it would be best if I got into bed and fell asleep first, then I wouldn’t have to deal with him.

After a comfortable shower, I throw on a royal blue nightdress, grimacing at the shortness of it—but even I have to admit, it’s beautiful and feels amazing on my body.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, I tilt my head to the side as I admire myself.

Slowly, I walk over to the large four-poster bed; the wood has such exquisite carvings on it. I jump between the lavish sheets—wow, this bed is something else.

I feel like I’ve been swallowed by a giant marshmallow.

Suddenly, I feel nervous. I can’t believe I’m in the boss’s bed. His scent is everywhere, and I realize that I’ve come to like it. I lay fidgeting, not quite sure what to do with myself.

How I thought I’d manage to fall asleep is beyond me.

Closing my eyes, I try my hardest to let sleep take me away, but it’s no use. I’m startled by the sound of the door opening and then closing. Fuck.

I know it’s Darius from the sound of his footsteps, always walking somewhere on a mission with precision.

I hear the shower faucets turn on and then lose track of time before they turn off again. I take a deep breath as he walks back into the room. My eyes are still glued shut; I’m as still as a rock.

“You can drop the act, kitty. I know you’re awake.”

My eyes shoot open at his deep voice, and I finally stretch out beneath the sheets. When my gaze lands on him, I almost gasp at the view.

He’s standing on my side of the bed, looking down. He’s in nothing but a black towel from the waist down.

The dim light from his bedside lamp reflects against his still wet torso. Fuck he’s all muscle and man. I feel my face heat up and pray that he doesn’t notice.

“Hi, roomie,” I mumble, shifting into a sitting position.

Darius stares a moment longer. His dark eyes are drinking me in slowly. I fight the urge to look away but hold his gaze as best as I can.

I notice his eyes flicker down my nightdress ever so quickly before coming back up to my face again.

He stalks towards his side of the bed as I lay back down and turn to face away from him. The light switches off, and I hear his towel drop. Fuck.

After I feel some pulling and tugging at the sheets, he stills, and all is quiet. I’m tempted to let out the long breath I didn’t know I was holding in. I can already feel his warmth spreading across to my side of the bed.

Just when I think I might manage to fall asleep, my heart almost jumps out of my chest. I shriek as Darius flips me over and pins me down on my back. “Get off me,” I growl.

My hands are pinned above my head; his body holds me down. I try not to think of what else I could feel pressing onto my thigh.

“You don’t find this ~funny~?” He retorts; his gruff voice is laced with sarcasm. His wet hair drips onto my cheek.

“No,” I hiss, trying to break free.

“Next time you think it’s okay to make a mockery of me in front of my staff,” he squeezes down onto my wrists. I groan. His hot breath fans against my face while I’m a panting mess beneath him.

“Think. Again.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I plead.

He lets go, and I snap back into my previous position, curving into a ball at my side of the bed. My heart is going crazy—but Darius stays put, taking up the middle of the bed.

I want to turn around and shove him to his side.

I feel drawn to his heat but refrain from moving; his huge body takes over nearly all of my side. He has plenty of room and is clearly doing this on purpose.

I let out an exaggerated huff and shuffle my body around for a while. I don’t know whether it’s the heat or how exhausted I am, but at some point sleep consumes me.

***

I’ve been awake for half an hour; the summer sun is peeking through the window. My eyes are still closed, but I can sense his presence. He’s still in bed. It’s early—too early.

Even though I am a nervous wreck right now, I can’t help but admire this serene, peaceful morning.

I pluck up the courage to turn my head towards Darius; he’s facing the other way. His chest rising and falling slowly.

I wish I could see his face. I bet he looks so relaxed without that stoic expression. When he’s soundly dreaming.

God, why am I thinking such silly thoughts? My cheeks heat up with an unwanted blush. Darius is arrogant, moody, and rude.

Just one day made me realize that this little show he wants me to put on is going to be so much harder than I thought.

I turn back over and try to fall asleep again; it’s too early, and I am sure as hell still tired. This bed is way too comfortable not to enjoy it, regardless of whether it holds a monster in it or not.

Suddenly, the monster’s huge hand comes down on my thigh with a loud smack. I flinch, ready to turn over and give him a piece of my mind, but his breathing is still shallow. ~He’s asleep.~

I shift uncomfortably at the feel of him touching me so intimately, but he’s not even conscious. His tall leg swipes over and takes one of mine between his. “Darius,” I whisper harshly.

The hand on my thigh continues to slide up my body before I realize he’s awake and try to jerk him away. The sound of his deep chuckle vibrates onto the back of my neck.

A jolt of electricity shoots straight down to my core. Fuck.

Darius moves away and gets out of the bed; I feel the loss of warmth almost immediately. Oh great, now I feel cold. Taking the blanket, I bring it over my shoulders and try to warm up again.

After a while, I glance over at him. He’s putting on his suit jacket. His hair is slicked back, not a strand out of place.

He looks fucking good I think to myself, hoping that I’m not turning red. After two sprays of his cologne, he walks towards me.

“I have a meeting today with the leaders of another organization. Be ready.”

“—but aren’t they your enemies?” I retort.

“Yes,” he deadpans, fiddling with his tie.

I don’t know what to think of this, to show me off to his enemies like I’m his new pet. I didn’t think that I would have to meet anyone else; I thought this show was just in front of the staff in this house.

My stomach is in knots as I lie here confused.

“Remember kitty, you are distracting me.” His perfect brow raises while he holds my stare a little longer. I nod slowly before he storms out of the room.

Not long after, Fiona walks in. “Let’s get you dressed, Tia.”

Siena

“Is the dress ready?” Julia asks, her high heels pacing around the studio.

“Si, yes. Just adjusting it to fit the model wearing it.”

“Good.” She retorts. “You should be very proud. No student has ever had their work showcased at one of my shows.”

I smile proudly, my heart lights up with a warm inner glow that I’ve been feeling all day. Julia steps beside me, she sighs dreamily at the emerald dress in front of her. “Keep up the good work, Siena.”

“Thank you.” I squeak as she walks away. I turn to face Andy who’s winking my way with a proud grin on his face.

Mio Dio, it feels good to finally be noticed. I can’t help the excitement building up inside me.

I haven’t seen Alec since my moment of weakness a few days ago, but I can’t help having him constantly on my mind.

The way he... expresses himself can bring me to my knees. - but all of what happened doesn’t change what he still does for a living. I don’t think I can accept it.

There are rumors he works for the same man who put my family through hell for years, granted it was all Mario’s fault that we went through it but still.

I can’t get back together with Alec right now, and I definitely can’t let him get into my pants again anytime soon. Alec knows he has a direct path to my heart and he doesn’t hesitate to use it.

It’s not fair.

No, I am not letting Alec take away my attention from what’s happening in front of me. Tomorrow night my dress will be showcased in one of the biggest fashion shows in the country.

This will be a massive breakthrough for me.

After setting up some final preparations for tomorrow night, I stop off at the local coffee shop. I’m so exhausted, my feet are aching from standing for hours and hours on end.

I need a good sleep, but not before a long chat with Sarah. I need to know what she thinks of everything with Alec.

Maybe she’ll have a different opinion than Andy, who began jumping up and down like a wild animal. He loves Alec. God, who doesn’t?

Tia

I stand fidgeting outside Darius’ office, I can hear muffled voices. Everything sounds serious and tense. I’m half tempted to run upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom.

Why Darius thinks this would be an idea is beyond me.

With a gentle nudge and stern nod from Fiona, she gives me a knowing look.

Sure, we’ve spent the whole morning planning what I’m going to do once I go in there, but nothing can prepare me for actually going in there. Why do I feel so nervous?

Taking a deep breath, I give myself a few seconds before forcing myself through the door without knocking. “Baby?” I call, my eyes searching for the dark ones I’ve become quite familiar with.

I take in my surroundings instantly—three suited men sit before the boss’s desk. All stoic and hard-looking.

I giggle as I make my way over to Darius, ignoring the men. “Baby, I’ve been waiting for you.” I sit on his lap facing him.

Darius’s perfect full lips curve into a small smile, but his eyes are still dark. He gives me a knowing look. “I’m sorry, beautiful, I have a meeting.”

“—but you promised! No more meetings.” I whine, my hands playfully coming around his neck. Even pretending is making my heart beat a million miles per second.

He’s so gorgeous, I can’t help but melt under his gaze. He’s not being stiff this time, not even when his hand covers the small of my back and he caresses my skin.

I bite my lip and look into his eyes, for a moment it’s as if I’m lost in them. Nothing matters anymore, whether this is a show or not, there’s no denying the spark between us.

I pretend to whisper things into his ear and he chuckles deviously.

After a while, the man in the middle clears his throat and we both shoot our eyes his way. —but his stare makes me feel uncomfortable. He has a huge beard and a long scar across his left eye.

His eyes travel down my body and he licks his lips. I grip onto Darius’s collar subconsciously, this isn’t me acting. I’m actually scared.

“Gentlemen.” Darius nods. “I’m afraid we may have to reschedule, my wife has been left alone for long enough.” He looks at me and I smile at him.

“So it’s true. You have taken a wife.” The man hisses. “How can you turn us away before we have even started? We have much to discuss, important matters. What’s gotten into you?”

“Arturo!” Darius growls. The man looks shocked but then begins to nod, a smug smile stretches out onto his face.

“My apologies, Darius. We shall take your leave, do let me know when you would like to reschedule.” He stands and his men follow suit.

Darius doesn’t acknowledge him as he carries on staring at me, but I try to hide the fear in my eyes as Arturo stares at my exposed cleavage for way too long.

The men walk out without another word and the door closes with a sharp thud.

“Oh my God.” I breathe out, I’m pretty sure I’m sweating. Darius stands and I fall off his lap to the ground.

“Arturo thinks he’s won a battle that he’s already lost.” He grins. I pull myself up and stand by his desk. I hide back a sigh and make my way towards the door.

“Where do you think you’re going, kitty?” I roll my eyes before turning to face him.

“I’m going to get myself something to eat and then watch Friends on repeat.”

Darius stares at me like I’ve just given him a riddle to solve, his dark eyes flicker down my body ever so slowly. Men!

“I don’t think so. You’ve just interrupted an important meeting, don’t you think you have to make it worth my while?”

“Wha... you... this was your idea.”

“Think, kitty, think.”

I growl in frustration before Darius puts a finger to his lips and points to the door.

“How many maids do you think are out there?” he asks. “You’ve just barged into my office, interrupted a meeting so you can go and watch some stupid television show?”

I open my mouth to speak but then think of what he’s saying, unfortunately it all makes sense. He’s right. It would seem fishy if I left his office now.

“First of all, Friends is not some stupid television show. Secondly, how long do you suppose we stay in here?—and thirdly... I’m hungry.” I protest, my arms crossing against my chest.

Darius stares at me for a moment before picking up the phone on his desk. “Bring my wife some food.” Wow, he’s polite.

His head dips down and he begins reading through some papers on his desk. It’s quiet and awkward again as I shuffle around staring at the many paintings on the walls.

After a while, I hear a small knock at the door before Fiona walks in with a trolley of food. My stomach growls in response.

She sets it up on the table between two armchairs at the far side of the office. “Thank you.” I smile, admiring the lavish spread before me.

“Boss, if I may. I must warn you that some of the maids are not convinced of this matrimony.”

Darius scowls up at Fiona before glancing over at me. I gulp. Why is he staring at me like that? It’s not my fault.

“Stick to the plan,” he mutters. Fiona nods and leaves, closing the door behind her.

“Well... Did you really expect people to buy it?” I shrug, tucking into a grilled cheese sandwich and a side salad. So good.

“Oh, they will,” he says, standing from his desk and stalking towards me. “Remove your clothes.”

“Huh?” My jaw drops.

“You heard me, remove them.” He throws off his suit jacket and begins undoing his shirt buttons.

“Wha... no!”

“I’m not going to tell you again, kitty.”

“Darius... no! This was not part of the deal.”

“That’s funny, I don’t remember going through any specifics with you. You’ve agreed to convince my staff that you’re my wife, now for the last time undress yourself. Or I will do it for you.”

I can’t believe I keep on forgetting how evil he is, something in my heart keeps telling me that he is good but he’s not. He doesn’t care about me, he just wants to humiliate me for his own gain.

Do it to be free I chant in my head as I stand and begin undoing the buttons of my dress. When it falls to the ground beneath me, I keep my eyes fixed to where it’s fallen.

Leaving on my black lace bra and panties, I shift uncomfortably.

A part of me wishes I could see his face but who am I kidding? I would just be greeted with that same bored expression. He’s standing inches away from me now and my breathing becomes quicker.

Why is he so quiet? What is he thinking?

“Look at me.” I meet his eyes nervously, taking small steps backwards as he towers over me. “Wrap your legs around me.” He orders, his voice is a low, almost whisper.

I take a deep breath before wrapping my arms around his neck, lifting myself and straddling him. I gasp as he catches me. “Is this really... necessary?” I ask, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“In around two minutes, it will be.”

I notice that the zipper to his pants is undone. Just how far is he willing to go to prove we are married? A surge of panic rises within me with a hint of something else. Excitement?

Darius walks me over to his desk and places me flat on my back. I try to sit up, but he pushes me back down again. I feel his large body between my legs before he lowers himself on top of me. Fuck.

“Moan for me.”

“I... can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Hurry up.”

“Yes.” I moan. “That’s it, right there.” Darius lifts himself up and arches his brow. “Oh yes.” I continue.

“What the fuck is that?” He growls.

“I’m moaning, you moron.”

Darius pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters something about virgins under his breath. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

It doesn’t help that I have no sexual experience whatsoever. Only what I’ve seen in movies and read in books.

Darius lets out a frustrated sigh before I feel his hand swipe down my body. I shiver beneath him before I feel his fingers spreading my legs wide and around his waist.

Suddenly, I feel his large finger stroking my covered sex. I let out a breathy moan, my eyes growing wide before narrowing.

He watches my every move intently, lowering himself so his face is inches from mine.

He moves my panties to the side. His finger begins to tease between my folds. “Your soaked kitty.”

There is amusement in his husky voice. But none of that matters right now. All that matters is how good he’s making me feel. How my body feels like it’s on fire under his touch.

I should be feeling ashamed right now, but not at this moment.

I grind against his finger, my moans coming out low and breathy. Nothing like the exaggerated ones I pretended to do.

I need more. This is torture. As if on cue, Darius’ large finger enters me. I cry out. I can feel the wet sounds of his finger pumping in and out.

The stinging pain turns into pure pleasure. “Darius.” I moan. “I... what are you... doing?”

His thumb begins to rub against my clit, and I cry out again. The foreign sounds that are escaping my lips are unrecognizable. What has gotten into me?

I arch my back against his hard desk as he enters another finger inside me. Fuck. It’s all too much. I thrust into his fingers shamelessly.

The sound of a knock at the door startles me. “Come in,” Darius all but growls. I want to protest, but my body doesn’t allow me to. I’m under his spell—whatever he’s doing to me is working in his favor.

A maid rushes in. “I’m sorry, Fiona told me to collect the trolley.” She gasps at the sight of us, luckily Darius is covering my body with his own. “Sorry,” she squeals, running out of the room within seconds.

I cry out as an orgasm escapes me, my eyes close, and I am struck with awe. How can this feel so good? Darius keeps his fingers inside me until I come down from my high.

When my eyes open, they meet Darius’ dark orbs, though for a split second I am sure I can see lust in his gaze. He is quick to recover, his face becoming hard with indifference once more.

“Clean yourself up,” he snarls before walking out of the office.

Holy shit.