"I’ll ask the question now."Brows raised, he nodded. "Ask soon, or you will miss the show."The simply elegant Helene’s polite face had stayed with her. His friend or lover or whatever the hell she was, the woman hadn’t betrayed surprise or shock or any emotion, even by the flicker of a perfectly drawn eyebrow. had talked to Kassandra as if it was any other fashion designer trying to break into the industry.Her will was so weak that falling into bed with Darian felt like fate rushing at her like an express train.If he hadn’t stopped any of the times, if he willed it, she couldn’t resist him. She knew.And she refused to let him make all the rules."How do you...how does this work with you kissing me like this and with Helene? Are you guys taking a breather while you sort me out? What happens if you decide you want to... ""Yes?"Her meager grasp on her own emotions slipping bit by bit, she shivered. Damn it, she had been so happy today and she knew it was largely because it featured
Kassandra couldn’t speak for the pain in Darian’s gaze, in his sudden withdrawal.She had hated Darian for being so tough on her and Rhode, but Rhode hadn’t once mentioned her unhappiness or her problems to him.Rhode had almost been a different person with him. She was loving, smiling, obedient...as if she had just slipped into a different skin.She wished she had gone to Darian and blurted it all out.Rhode had been troubled, she realized now. Maybe even depressed.With hindsight, she wondered how much of that had fueled her own antagonism toward Darian, because it had been so scary and powerless to see Rhode like that. She had been mired in her own pain about her dad’s death, and Darian had been a convenient target to lash out at. And yet she hated having to tell the truth now, hated this power that she had over him.She didn’t want to cause Darian any pain.He was rigid, he was stubborn and arrogant, but God, he loved Rhode in his own way. He had tried so hard to keep Kassandra aw
She muddled through the darkness of the auditorium and found her seat. Up-tempo music blared as the runway dazzled with one magnificent creation after the other.But it was mostly lost on her. He didn’t join her in the adjacent seat, and Kassandra, still shaken by everything they had talked about, was glad for a reprieve.She now wished she hadn’t asked. She wished she hadn’t seen that vulnerability in his eyes. That she hadn’t seen the ache when he mentioned his parents.She wished she didn’t know how committed he was to his vows.She wished she didn’t understand what made Darian the way he was. She wished she had never started on this path at all.Because understanding Darian meant wanting Darian with a cloying, all-consuming madness.Already, she saw admiration and respect in his eyes when he looked at her. She saw that flash of curiosity when she evaded his questions.If he showed such commitment, such respect for the vows he had made to the selfish, immature girl she had been, wh
It was almost evening when Darian entered Romanos’s house again that day. He came to a halt in the vast foyer, the image of Kassandra standing at that last step, her expression of such fear and pain the first thing he saw.He had never seen her like that. I never heard that desperation in her tone. Over the last couple of weeks, he had accepted the fact that he had been wrong about Kassandra on so many levels. Yet he realized tonight that he had been no closer to truly understanding her.She had desperately wanted him to say anything other than what he had, he knew. And the force of his own need, of his own desire to offer her anything but the hard truth, had knocked him where he stood.He wanted to wipe away those tears, he wanted to protect her from that grief, he wanted to...and all of it. It had nothing to do with duty.The silence tonight was so different from all the other nights. He had done everything he possibly could to do all that Romanos had asked of him. All the arrangeme
Well, I don’t accept that. Today, of all days, when we have both lost the man who did everything he could to bind me to you, I won’t accept it. This relationship that he forced on you—""For the millionth time, he didn’t force it on me." In the roiling confusion, he felt, perversely, that he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Not anymore. He couldn’t bear for her to think he resented her in his life anymore.Right now, she felt like the only thing that was anchoring him to his sanity. Right now, all he wanted was to take what she was offering. Right now, he wanted to lose himself. In her.It was not just for my benefit. He told me that, Darian. He said you needed me just as much as he thought I needed you. "Darian closed his eyes and dealt the blow that he knew would hurt. But we found out that he was wrong, didn’t we, Kassandra? It turns out you didn’t need me to lock you up in a cage; you didn’t need me to steal any joy from you for five years. It turns out that I was wrong about you in ev
With her heart thundering in her chest, Kassandra opened her eyes as she heard the thud of a door closing.He had brought them to his office. The moment her bottom touched the oak desk, his hands reached for the hem of her blouse.Kassandra looked down. Her breathing was coming so hard that it should have been a loud rattle in the room. His hands disappeared under the yellow silk of her blouse. Those roughened wrists against her midriff, the bulge in his trousers...it was the most decadent sight she had ever seen."Darian, you’re gorgeous," he groaned just as his fingers tugged her bra down with frenzied movements. And then his abrasive palm covered her breast."Oh..." Kassandra slid a little on the desk as he rubbed her aching nipples. Every time he pulled it between his fingers, her sex pulsed.Pushing into his hand, she forgot what she had been about to say. Just his touch was sending her over the edge. Both his hands covered her breasts now. She pulled and kneaded while he murmure
His hot mouth, trailing wet heat over her skin, reached her breast. With a groan that aroused her as much as his touch, he licked the aching nipple. She stroked it and played with it and did everything except what she wanted."Stop torturing me," she said in a voice that sounded alien to her own ears.She felt his smile against her mouth. "Say ‘please, Darian,’" he whispered against her skin. He sounded drunk, guttural.Joining in his game, she let go of the last layer of inhibition. She refused to beg, however. She refused to bend to his will when she could demand what was hers... "Put your mouth where I want and I will put my mouth where you want it," she dared.His curse reverberated in the dead silence, seconds before his mouth closed on her nipple.Sensation upon sensation beat over her. She held him at her breast, her fingers sinking into his hair.Every time he closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked, a thousand little tremors began in her lower belly.He raked the highly se
No, his body, he corrected himself, as the feathered strokes of her fingers wreaked hell on his better intentions.She had and would only ever know his body, came the completely pointless and distracting thought.Her soft fingers reached his buttocks and she dug her nails in. sharp and hard. She pushed closer with her bottom until her breasts rasped against his chest. Pleasure burst forth in his belly and the back of his thighs, and he pushed into her wet heat, despite himself.He pulled at her hair roughly, trying to grab her attention. "Stop it," he whispered, fighting the heat building inside, the need clamoring at him to just let go. I don’t want to hurt you. Kassandra, I just... He felt something in him clench tight against her, as if she could wreak infinite hurt on him. "I could not bear it if I hurt you anymore.""Darian, won’t you look at me, please?"The pleading, persuasive tone would have pulled him into hell.He opened his eyes and was lost instantly.Her eyes glittered w