The much anticipated sequel to my best selling novella, Beauty, is right around the corner. For those of you who need a little fix before the release on May 18th, READ ON!
BEAU2Y, BLAIRE'S WORLD
Copyright 2019 Kirsty Dallas
As the song finished and bled into another, I paused and glanced toward the long, leather sectional where I found Hart. His arms were spread wide along the back of the chair, knees parted, and his chin lowered as he watched me through heavy lids. He looked like he was ready to ravish me again, and I was suddenly dying to crawl into his lap and wrap myself around his warm body. Perhaps I would. Sauntering forward, I came to an abrupt halt when a svelte figure stepped into my path, her back to me and eyes on Hart. She was tall with long, dark hair that fell in a sheet over one shoulder. Dressed in a black Bodycon dress, she prowled toward Hart before coming to a stop in front of him and slipping into a seductive pose, one hand on her hip and shoulders proudly back. She had obviously set her sights on my man. I could hardly blame her, he was stunning. But, he was also mine. With my heart at a jealous gallop, I resumed my approach. Coming to a stand beside the brunette, I listened as she spoke in a thick Russian accent.
“Why didn’t you look me up, I didn’t realize you were in town?”
When Hart’s scowl found me, I smiled, and the corner of his lip twitched. Those dark and dangerous eyes twinkled with amusement. Leaning into the woman, I wrapped a hand around her waist and stood on my tiptoes to bring my lips to her ear. She flinched at my touch and tried to pull away, but a sharp squeeze of the flesh under her rib cage stilled her. The perfume she wore was strong, and I screwed up my nose as I caught a whiff from a spot on her neck.
“One warning, and if you have friends here, perhaps you should pass it along. If you dare approach my man again, I will slip off these gorgeous shoes and stab the four-inch heel into your eye socket. He didn’t look you up because he has no need for a whore anymore.” A gasp left the woman’s lips. “He has me.”
Stepping away from her body, I moved to stand between Hart’s parted legs. One big hand wrapped around my upper thigh, the rough texture of his palm against my flesh sending tingles through my body. His fingers whispered over a thin, silver line, one of my cuts. The air in my lungs caught thinking this was the moment Hart discovered my self-torture. Instead, his hands kept moving until his thumb brushed the underside of my buttocks and with a little persuasive squeeze of his hand, I lowered myself to his lap. One deft finger swiped through my bare pussy lips and Hart growled.
Finding myself speechless, I shook my head from side to side.
“My Beauty,” he purred, kissing my neck, his finger slipping away from my core. I almost growled with disappointment. His other hand went to the tiny red heart that hung from the fine gold chain around my neck. Another gift. It was the most precious thing in the world, and I swore I would never take it off. Chancing a glance, I followed the retreating back of the brunette as she scurried away. My jealousy was barely appeased, but I melted into Hart’s arms.
“She is nobody,” he whispered in my ear.
“She was somebody,” I disagreed.
“Shall I kill her?” Hart offered, surprising me.
“You’d do that, for me?”
“Little monster, I would create hell on earth, just for you.”
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