Dark Demands - Taken for His Captive Page 8

  Gina’s heart leapt and her nerve endings tingled throughout her body. She could barely wait to feel his lips on her mouth again and his hands on her body and allowed him to lead her into the office without protest.

  “My entire British operation will be run from this building,” he told her once inside and he’d closed and locked the door behind them. “So naturally it is imperative that the people who work here are utterly trustworthy,” he added closing the blinds on the glass panelled wall tightly. Then he took her in his arms again and held her close looking down into her large blue eyes with his unfathomable ones. “If I employ you, can you assure me that you can comply with that, Gina?”

  Gina nodded but saw those shrewd, dark eyes flicker and narrow for a moment as they continued to look deep into hers. Then suddenly he took her in his arms and his mouth clamped down on her lips possessing them hard as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth as he lashed it against his own.

  So the business talk was over and Gina’s body melted into his as she eagerly kissed him back through little gasps of pleasure as she felt his hands wander over the front of her silk wrap as, once again, he began to explore the shape of her body. This is what she wanted from him, this was what coming back here with him was all about so why pretend otherwise, she told herself.

  Gina felt her nipples tighten and tingle their awakening as his deft fingers freed her breasts. He covered them with his hands, kneading and massaging then dipping his head he sprinkled her soft flesh in kisses. Gina gasped and moaned in his arms as his mouth worked its sensuous way over her breasts and swelling nipples. Stopping only to momentarily suck and flick delicately with his tongue. This was almost too much, she clutched around his neck burying her fingers in his thick, dark hair and whimpering her satisfaction.

  The heat between them was electric, hot and fiery as it pulsed through Gina in a shock of passionate need as his hands ran the length of her body. Was he going to take her here and now, against the old oak desk, her father’s desk?

  Perhaps but not yet, she realised.

  “I’m going to tie your wrists,” was what he said next and he dangled a silky rope in front of her wide eyes. Was it that silky rope, the one from his bed?

  “Give me your hands, Gina,” he instructed softly.

  She groaned, this was it, this wasn’t just gripping her hands in his own. He wanted her helpless and then what? She hardly dared think. More heat, more excitement churned through her urging her on, urging her to try this and to be compliant. What had happened to her? What power was it that made her so eager to do as he demanded?

  Gina held out her hands for him and watched those dark eyebrows rise and his lips curl into a satisfied smile. He’d got her firmly in his power at last and he’d make sure he used it well.

  Matthew placed her hands behind her back and wrapped the rope around them slowly and thoroughly before securing the binding with several knots. Now he took hold of her skirt and eased it up her thighs. His hands burned over her skin she couldn’t stop him, she didn’t want to stop him. She leaned her backside against the table and spread her legs for him then closed her eyes and whimpered again as his fingers trailed over her stocking tops and flimsy panties.

  He slaked at her breasts in that familiar way with his tongue and took both her nipples in his teeth in turn biting gently and making her moan and pull against him. This was delicious torture and only enhanced her growing desperate need for him. He kissed her hard on the mouth again while continuing to roll and twist her sensitive peaks between finger and thumb, pulling and pinching. Gina gasped and winced again as he continued work these sensitive nubs until she was squirming and wriggling with the glorious pain.

  “You like my sort of pain, Gina,” he nuzzled seductively in her ear before dipping his head and soothing her tortured nipples this time with soft, gentle strokes of his tongue? “It’s a special sort of pain, don’t you think? A pain you feel deep in here,” he tantalised feathering her lips with his own and sliding his hand between her open legs and covering the heat of her.

  Gina’s felt his tongue return to her breast and moaned unable to speak and even if she could, what was she supposed to say? He was right, she knew it and he knew it. This man seemed to know her body’s every reaction to his touch.

  He tugged at the flimsy lace panties until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them then he lifted her gently so she was sat on the edge of the desk.

  “Lie back,” he ordered taking a cushion from a chair for her head.

  Gina couldn’t stop him and felt her face burn with embarrassment as he raised her knees and then parted them wide. Her most private place was utterly exposed to him, vulnerable but still burning hot with raging need.

  He lowered his head and she felt him tasting her, licking her with his tongue as it probed between the folds of her sex. He licked between the cleft of her folds long and slow before settling on her clitoris and dancing around its tip as he flicked and stroked at the sensitive bud. Gina rolled on her back and shrieked with delight she was sinking, loosing herself in a paroxysm of pleasure she’d never known existed.

  She gasped and moaned as his tongue worked a tortuously slow dance the length of this engorged, fiery bud. She couldn’t help it, she was his, she was on fire with need and restrained or not, it wouldn’t have made one iota of difference to the way she felt. She wanted him to take her, anyway he chose. She wanted him inside her, to be claimed and made his for ever. But his fingers only feathered against her entrance and his tongue had slowed against her clitoris. Then he bit down, gently at first sending her into a wild, needy frenzy. But then he did it again and this time a little too hard for comfort.

  “Don’t squeal my sweet,” he whispered leaning across her body and kissing her cheek soothingly. She could feel his erection large and stiff against her belly and she wanted him. But tilting up her chin with his hand so he could look directly into her wary blue eyes; he shook his handsome head and raised a dark eyebrow. She wasn’t going to get the satisfaction she craved, not yet. He knew she’d crossed him, he hadn’t expected that and she had to be taught a lesson.

  He kissed her eager, lovely mouth and moving his hand he continued to rub her clitoris in his own delicious way and thought it such a great pity that this time he was going to have to disappoint her so terribly.

  Gina knew she was close to orgasm, so close, hovering on the brink and had already given herself up the delight that would surely follow. So what if she had her first orgasm with him like this, what did it matter? At this moment she was utterly in his power and helpless to resist the oncoming wave that would surely engulf her any second.

  But suddenly, in the space of a moment, all that changed as he stopped his intense erotic massage and deliberately slapped across her sensitised little bud sharply with the flat of his hand instead.

  Gina screamed, “stop it Matthew, stop it now,” she shrieked at him shaking with the shock at what he’d done and not understanding why. But even as she cried she was very aware of her body’s true reaction. She knew it was infused with the most sensuous, exquisite pain and that it was just the sweetest hurt that caressed her sex. And from the way he was looking at her, she knew that so did he. But how did he know? And why did he want to do these things to her anyway? What was wrong with plain old simple sex, she asked herself?

  “I knew you’d like it,” he whispered ignoring her protests. “But don’t worry that I’m depriving you for now, I will do it again,” he promised his eyes blazing with surety.

  Her body was out of control, shaking and burning with need to be satisfied by this man. But he’d finished and he stood over her well aware of how she was feeling. The hand that moments before had been thrust between her thighs now grasped her long blonde hair as he pulled her head up to meet his mouth and he plundered her full, pink lips.

  “Please stop this,” she whimpered as he finally released her.

  Gina’s legs felt wobbly and she couldn’t take much more. Despite th
e quivering needy ache she wanted this to be over. He was too unpredictable; too volatile and she’d no idea what he’d do to her next.

  But suddenly he did as she’d asked and he let her go. He let her hair drop from his grip and released her hands then without a backward glance he moved to the end of the table and began to tap on a laptop keyboard.

  “Put your clothing straight,” he ordered softly looking her semi naked body up and down and seeing the confusion on her face. He knew full well that cutting short this little interlude would have disappointed her every bit as much as it had disappointed him.

  Confused, Gina dipped down and pulled her panties back in place and fixed her skirt. But suddenly her attention was captured by the large white screen on the office wall as it sprung to life and Gina’s eyes widened with surprise as she realised that she was the main feature.

  Her shape in the figure hugging, scarlet gown filled the wall and she watched, with growing horror, as the film showed her first entering Matthew’s penthouse last night and then moving through the rooms.

  First the bedroom and her rummage over his untidy dressing table, then finding the cuffs. Her eyes shot to his face looking for some sort of explanation but he just stared back, unsmiling, enigmatic as ever and giving nothing away. But finally, the major scene played out, it caught her kneeling on the floor, her beautiful silk gown pulled up out of the way around her knees while she photographed the plans of his new development with the camera on her mobile ‘phone.

  Chapter 9

  Gina was stunned. It hadn’t even occurred to her that Matthew might have his penthouse under observation. But now, as the awful realisation hit her, it seemed so obvious and she realised just what a fool she’d been. Dark was careful, he had to be because he had rivals, and the sensitive documents and equipment he worked with was a valuable commodity and there were plenty of other firms who’d pay well to get their hands on it. Why oh why hadn’t she worked all this out before?

  “I can see the truth mirrored in your face. Gina,” he said folding his arms and perching on the other side of the oak desk watching her reactions closely.

  She was guilty, he could see that and it pained him. He very much wanted to like this young woman. He wanted to spend time with her and explore the fierce sexual attraction they felt for each other. In fact since he’d first met her he’d thought of nothing else but her lovely face and tempting body. He’d wanted an affair with her not to discover that she’d betrayed him, either to Carlotti or someone else, either way was just as bitterly disappointing.

  “You’ve been found out, so there’s no use denying it,” he told her, his face set in a grim frown and now completely devoid of the passion he’d shown her earlier. “You might as well come clean, so just tell me who it is you’re working for and what you’ve done with the information you took from me.”

  “I’m not working for anyone,” Gina replied softly, the words catching in her throat and her heart racing.

  She’d been a fool, why had she let this get so out of hand? Why hadn’t she just listened to Grace and left well enough alone. She’d just gone on and on getting in deeper and deeper with this man and her quest for retribution. And now as she looked at his face she knew she’d completely blown any chance she might have had of a relationship with him, either professional or romantic.

  “And I haven’t told anyone what I know,” she confirmed. “As for the information, well you saw me photographing your papers so what I have are copies and not the originals,” she added.

  “Nonetheless this is industrial espionage,” he replied, his tone firm emphasising the seriousness of what she’d done. He didn’t want her under any illusion that he was going to be lenient with her just because of their new relationship. A couple of five minute fumbles didn’t give her any advantages at all.

  “I could go to the police,” he paused watching her eyes fly wildly from the frozen image of herself on the screen to his emotionless face.

  “Dark Industries and everything it encompasses, including the Electronics arm, is my world, Gina.” He admitted to the frightened girl. “I’m afraid it comes before everything else, absolutely everything else,” he emphasised. “Even my relationships and I will protect my organisation in any way I have too,” he warned.” And if that means making certain sacrifices, then so be it,” he said watching her pull nervously on the tie of her wrap over blouse to ensure it was secure.

  Now Gina really was scared. She’d no idea how she’d fare if he did go to the police and mentally weighed up her chances. On one hand he’d given her the key to his penthouse and let her go up there alone, but then she was guilty of photographing his plans and there was no point in denying it because he had it all in glorious colour.

  “You’re working for Ben Carlotti at ‘Planet’ aren’t you,” he levelled at her finally and after several minutes of uncomfortable silence. “It’s not difficult to work out,” he shrugged, convinced he was right. “He has the most to lose from any success Dark Electronics might have in this country.” He watched her baby blue eyes widen in horror as he continued. “I only hope he’s paying you well because when I’ve finished with you both you’ll need the money you can get to pay for a good lawyer.”

  “Of course I’m not working for him,” Gina responded sharply. “You’ve got this all wrong. I’ve only met the man once and you were there, remember?” She railed back at him becoming angry now at Dark for thinking she could stoop so low as to steal from him just to sell the information to his rivals.

  “Well, I don’t believe you,” he insisted. “Why should I? But if you are telling me the truth then why don’t you help yourself and tell me what you’re really up to. Then you can give me the copies of my papers back, and then I’ll decide what action to take.”

  “You can’t go to the police,” she almost whispered at him suddenly realising the enormity of the situation. “I’ve done nothing wrong, not really” she said meekly. “Your papers are at my step mother’s house, you can have them back with pleasure. It makes no difference anyway; I know what you are up to now.”

  The last few words were delivered with a bravado she certainly didn’t feel but she wanted him to know that she was still a threat and hopefully they could strike a deal, about her father’s workforce if nothing else.

  Dark regarded the wide eyed, frantic girl and was satisfied that he’d gone far enough, Gina was genuinely frightened. So he nodded his agreement. “That’s not a bad idea,” he decided. “We’ll go to your home, get the papers and then I’ll decide what’s to be done about you.”

  He hadn’t told her yet but Matthew had already made up his mind what course of action he was going to take. He’d had all morning to think about it and he had no choice. The development and the impact it would make to his operations in the UK were too important to allow anything to go wrong. Gina was a wildcard he couldn’t risk. One way or another he had to make sure that she was out of the way and silenced so that things could continue as he’d planned.

  “Where do you live?” He asked her picking his suit jacket and putting it on.

  “In Spitalfields,” she replied. “It’s not far from here.”

  Matthew nodded and taking her arm firmly he led her down, via the lift, to the car park under the building and to his low slung sports car. The vibe between these two very different now from that of a few hours ago when they’d left happily for lunch together and given everyone who’d seen them the idea that they were carefree lovers.

  During this short walk Gina realised, horrified, that Matthew must have known what she’d done all through lunch, even as they’d shared that intensely intimate episode in his office. Why would he do that? Gina couldn’t work him out, she’d no idea what was going on in his head and she was very confused. But it was certainly something to think about and Gina had a sneaky feeling that perhaps Matthew had derived some perverse pleasure from knowing and still making her do those things.

  “What’s your postcode?” He asked her stiffly
, all the lunchtime’s warmness gone from his voice. Once he’d tapped it into the ‘sat nav’ he drove them out onto the London streets.

  Both were silent as he drove them through the busy traffic to Gina’s home. But Gina was quietly frantic. She’d no idea how she was going to get out of this one and once they arrived at her home her cover would be blown too. He’d know who she really was, a member of the Deverell family. How would she explain that one on top of everything else?

  Finally he pulled into a narrow road bordered on both sides by old, Georgian multi-storied brick houses, some still with the weaver’s windows on the top floor.

  “Very beautiful,” he noted with admiration looking up at the historical buildings. “If I’m not mistaken this used to be the old Huguenot quarter.”

  Gina nodded, “it’s our family house. We’ve owned it for over two centuries and now it belongs to my father and step mum but their living arrangements are so weird that neither of them minded me converting the upper floor into a flat for myself.” She smiled and nodded at the multi windowed attic above them. She was hoping that if they talked he’d soften but he just nodded and went to open the car door for her.