Predator - A Stand Alone Suspense Romance(68)

As soon as the ecstasy fades, I slip an arm under her and as I pick her up, she tightens her legs and arms around me. I walk her to the bathroom and straight into the shower.

I press her back into the wall and whisper, “Drop your legs for me.” She slowly slides them down and it makes my cock slip out. I open the faucets and then take the soap. I work it into a lather, and then slip my hand between her legs. I gently wash her and it doesn’t take long for her hips to start moving. I lean into her and slam my mouth against hers. She opens and I slip my tongue in just as she moans. I fuck her with my hand and tongue until she’s gasping in pleasure.

This is how I want to see her all the time, lost in ecstasy because of me. I grab her legs and lift her again, and then settle her pussy over my cock. I’ve never done slow … until now.

I keep the pace slow, every thrust as deep as I can go.

“Sam,” she whimpers and it makes me smile that I’m driving her so wild that she’s reached the point of begging me for her orgasm.

I keep going slow and deep until her nails dig into my skin, and she drags them up my back. I adjust my hold on her ass and then slam into her. A grin spreads over her face as I quicken the pace. It only takes a few hard thrusts for her to tighten her arms around my neck. She buries her face into my neck and starts to chant, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” as she comes.

I follow close behind her and this time my legs almost give out from the orgasm.

As she drops her legs from my hips, I reach for the soap, but she stops me. “No, wait.”

She pushes me slightly back and then looks down at her legs. I frown, not sure what she’s doing. Did I hurt her?

“You okay?” I ask, still slightly out of breath.

She looks up at me and a smile spreads around her lips. “I just wanted to see your cum run down my legs.”

I’m not sure if that’s hot or not, so I just keep looking at her.

She presses her body to mine and stands on her toes, and then she whispers, “You’ve branded me, Sam. Now you only have to fuck me from behind, and then I’ll only feel you everywhere on my body. I want to feel you, and only you. I want to smell you. I want to taste you. I want you to replace every image until all I see, all I smell, all I feel is you.”

I frame her face and almost choke up with the overwhelming emotions flooding me. “I live you, Cara, so fucking much.”

Her smile turns tearful, and she just looks at me with something akin to awe all over her face. “You saved me, Sam Rees. You saved my life, you saved my body and you saved my soul. You saved all of me.”



Cara~

We crash early, getting a good night’s rest. Jet lag’s a bitch.

I wake up to find Damian staring at his phone. He has that serious look in his eyes, like shit’s about to hit the fan.

I take a moment to just look at him. I can’t believe he wants me. It feels surreal that this amazingly beautiful man wants me.

“Morning,” he says, and then a smile sneaks over his face. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Just enjoying the view,” I laugh, but still blush from being caught red handed.

He lies back and turns the phone so I can see it. He’s looking at a map. “Tom has a strip club here.” He points to a street name and then looks at me. “Do you know the area?”

I look again and notice it’s not that far from the street I grew up in. I point to Kloof street and say, “That’s where I lived. It’s not that far from there, maybe ten minutes.”

Damian frowns and then looks at me. “I wonder what happened to your house. Surely your parents had a will?”

I never even thought of that. “I don’t know,” I whisper, stunned. “Maybe my uncle took it all? I really don’t know.”

He gets up and then looks around the room. “We need to clean every inch of this room. Make sure we leave nothing behind. We have to steal a car. Please tell me you can drive.” I see a glimmer of worry for the first time, and it makes me scared.

“I don’t have a license. I had just turned eighteen when the accident happened. I did drive, though. Dad taught me on weekends. But I haven’t driven in a really long time.”

“Fuck,” Damian hisses. He starts to stalk up and down in front of the bed, and it’s making me nervous.

“Let’s just go home,” I almost beg.

“We’ll get the car, and then you’ll have about ten minutes to get used to it before we go to the strip club. I’ll kill him there, and we’ll have to run from there. I’m thinking we could find our way to the nearest gas station and call a cab from there to take us back to the airport. We can sleep at the airport and then we leave tomorrow.”

“Damian.” I crawl to the edge of the bed and get up. I go to stand in front of him so he’ll stop the maddening pacing. “We can still go home. We don’t need to do any of that. Just … let’s just go.”

His eyes search my face and then he shakes his head. “It’s the only way we’ll be safe. We need to finish it.”



Damian~

I stole the ugliest piece of shit I could find. Cara kept shrieking every time a car came down the road, almost succeeding in giving me a fucking heart attack. Note to self: never steal a car with Cara again.

Oh, and finding an automatic around here is impossible, so that made things a lot harder. It takes Cara about fifteen minutes to drive okay-ish. The car jerks every time she pulls away and she lets it die once at a traffic light. But, she got us to the strip club in one piece. I tell her to park in the far corner, near the dumpsters. We quickly wipe the car down, making sure we don’t leave any fingerprints.