Marcus stared at her upturned face, her closed eyes waiting expectantly for a kiss. Despite her feverish state, she looked so radiant and beautiful in the dress she wore. There was electricity in the air and he was sure that she could feel it as well. It was as if they were drawn together like magnets. Why the f*ck was he so attracted to her? The se*ual tension crackled dangerously between them and he was powerless to fight it any longer. Although he had sworn to force her to initiate their second kiss, he just couldn’t wait any longer. It didn’t seem likely that she would ever initiate it at all. He dipped his head and grazed his lips against her soft ones. His hand went to her neck to draw her closer to his heart.
A gasp escaped her mouth and he just smashed his lips to hers, biting and sucking at the same time. Cara clung to his shoulders to support her jelly-like legs as a surge of strange emotions filled her mind and body. He plunged his tongue into her parted mouth and devoured her, first her lips, then her tongue hungrily as if they were his meal of the day. The kiss was sensual and passionate, making her desperate for more. He sat down at the nearest chair with his mouth still fused to hers and pulled her onto his lap, straddling him. His mouth momentarily left hers to catch his breath.
“Kiss me, Cara,” he ordered, his tone hoarse and needy. Cara’s eyes widened as nervousness gripped her heart. She had no idea about how to kiss him back. She looked down with embarrassment but he placed a finger to tilt her face upwards compelling her to look at him. “What happened? Don’t you want to kiss me back?” he asked, looking offended.
Her eyes flew up to his while her hands fanned on his chest to put some distance between them. “I don’t know how to,” she said in a small, shy voice that took his breath away. He surprisingly chuckled instead of getting angry and drew her closer. His fingers smoothed a stray tendril away from her face, The touch was so tender that she melted into him.
“Just follow your instinct, Cara,” he whispered, bringing his face closer for her to kiss him back. Cara blushed at his scrutiny and grabbed his cheeks and smashed her lips to his. A groan escaped him as he hadn’t expected her to do so. She kissed him the same way that he had kissed her, the passion mounting between them. A moan of pleasure escaped Marcus’s mouth, surprising him to the core. This was the most inexperienced kiss of his life yet it was so ero*ic, so natural, so urgent that it turned him on more than ever before. He had to admit that she was a very good learner. The passionate kiss had already aroused his friend down there and all he could think of was to pump his hard length into her tight core. His hand went down to the hemline of her dress. Within seconds, his hand went underneath and inched over her thighs towards her hips. Cara gasped and immediately broke the kiss, her eyes wild with panic. Her body trembled at his hot touch and suddenly realization of the position they were in hit her.
She just released him abruptly and jumped up from his lap. What was she doing? This wasn’t right at all. She shouldn’t kiss her employer. “No, Marcus, we shouldn’t,” she started with wide eyes. Before Marcus could compose himself and react, she ran towards the door and to the kitchen. Clutching at her chest, she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. Now what? How could she work here now? How could she be normal in front of Marcus after that kiss? She couldn’t deny the fact that Marcus Donnelly’s kisses were heavenly and addictive and she could never get over them. She was doomed for life.
Marcus slowly got up from the chair and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair realizing what he had done. Would she escape him again? Would she never return to him? Worried, he walked out of the studio to look for her. He saw her standing in the kitchen and walked towards her. His head still reeled from the hottest kiss of his life and the sweet taste of Cara’s mouth felt like nectar. It lingered on his lips and he craved for more. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll make dinner for us,” he said, walking up behind her. Startled, she whirled around and was again nose to nose with him.
Cara had no idea when he had crept up behind her back. Turning around was the biggest mistake as she was again back in his arms. Marcus caught her hot curvy body and pulled her again flush against his torso. “Marcus, please,” she started but he just dipped his head and claimed her lips again in a punishing kiss. Punishing her for leaving him hanging a minute ago. It was madness as he pushed her onto the counter and stood between her legs, continuing where they had left off. Cara’s mind was in turmoil as a needy pulsating throb started down there and she kissed him back the same way she had done before.
Marcus groaned and pulled her against his throbbing shaft, grinding against her as his mouth left her mouth to suck in an unsteady breath. Cara was stunned at the intensity of his passion. It was clear that she had unsettled him. “Marcus?” she whispered.
Marcus stilled and looked her in the eyes yet didn’t release her at all. “Yes?”
“I don’t think this is right. I need this work.”
“You have it. Do you think that I’ll let you leave after this?”
Cara gasped with surprise, her mind still reeling from what they have been doing. “You won’t?”
Marcus shook his head slowly, his eyes glued to hers. She saw the intensity of his look, the storm brewing in his eyes, and instantly knew that she had unleashed a side to Marcus that should have stayed hidden. “No, you’re mine!”
The words echoed in her head and she just gaped at him, clearly at a loss. What did it mean? Was she his employee for life or something else? She searched for answers in his dark eyes that had the same shade of a turbulent sea. The emotions reflected there were very difficult for her to fathom. She couldn’t find any answers to her question. Marcus cupped her sweet, angelic face and stared at her, drinking her in. Cara’s heart sped up as she helplessly gazed back at the powerful man in front of her. Her fingers traced his jawline, making him close his eyes and lean into her touch. She was stunned to see the power she held over him. He suddenly drew her into him and wrapped his arms around her body, embedding his face into the crook of her neck. “Cara, stop torturing me!”
Cara’s fingers went up to his silky soft hair and she stroked them unconsciously. Was she torturing him or was it the other way around? She sucked in a deep breath and released him, her eyes connecting with his intense ones. She knew that she needed to stop this right at the beginning if she were to work here. “I’m not, Marcus. I think we should stay away from one another. We should stop. This can never work between us.”
Marcus gave her a look of disbelief and anger. “Why can’t it work? Can you ignore what’s there between us?”
Cara shook her head. She could not be his s*x doll. She understood where all this was leading to. He might be doing the same thing with every woman he meets. She had to put a stop to this right now. He was way beyond her league and just a few paintings of her and a few kisses didn’t change that fact. “There’s nothing between us. I know you like to play with women but I’m not one of them. I’m here to just work for you. Work only and nothing else.”
Marcus stared back at her with an incredulous look on his face. A nerve clenched in his jaws and a fit of deep anger started building up inside him at her insulting words. “So, do you think that I’m trying to seduce you to warm my bed?” Cara flinched at his angry and menacing tone but tried to be as brave as possible. She looked down at her hands, unable to answer that. Of course, she had meant that. Why would he then go out of the way for a maid like her? Wasn’t that his motive after all?
“I see. Well, let me correct you that I don’t need to seduce the likes of you to get some action in bed. I have more than a million women waiting for the opportunity. Get out before I lose my temper and do something we both will regret.” He stormed back to his studio, banging the door shut, dismissing her forever. This was what Cara had been dreading. Now she had lost her only source of livelihood! She walked back to his bedroom and changed into her old tattered, dirty clothes, and picked up her handbag to leave forever. Tears pricked at her eyes but she knew that she wouldn’t give in to Marcus Donnelly and be his se* slave!