Seven

Your Past Be Damned

Felicity 3:50 p.m.

When we made it back to his penthouse, neither of us said a word since I told him I had kissed another man. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like he was some caveman, turning me on in ways I couldn’t begin to explain. He dropped me on his navy-blue satin sheets then grabbed something from his dresser.

“Naked now.” It was all he had to say.

There was no room for argument, no hesitation, so I followed his orders. Standing up on my knees, I unbuttoned my shirt as he stood over me and watched. I threw my shirt at him, and he caught it before throwing it on the ground. I took off my bra and was a little embarrassed about the underwear I had on, though there was no helping it. He looked over both my breasts but still didn’t crack. Next came my jeans, though I kept on my panties. He raised his eyebrow when he read the words written on them: Ask first.

Thank you, Victoria’s Secret. I pulled them down, allowing them to fall to my feet.

He took a step forward, and I was sure he could hear and see how fast I was breathing. My heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest.

“May I?” He lifted a black tie.

Wasn’t it a little late for that question? Either way I nodded. He held on to my wrists and bound them to his bedpost.

“Were you a boy scout?” I pulled on the tie, but the knot didn’t budge.

Using a blindfold or another tie, he covered my eyes and knotted it behind my head.

“No,” he said directly in my ear. “And that’s your last question.”

That was my only question.

He placed the palm of his hand on my ass and rubbed it in a gentle, circular motion. “How much can you take?”

I grinned. “How much can you give?”

SMACK.

I bit my lips and closed my eyes, enjoying the wave of pleasure that vibrated from my ass to the rest of my body. My nipples hardened in excitement, my pussy already wet for him.

More, my mind begged.

“You kissed another man.”

SMACK.

“Yes!” I cried. “I did.”

SMACK

Oh… oh… I had no words for how amazing this felt.

“Didn’t I tell you I don’t share?”

SMACK

“We weren’t togeth—”

SMACK

“Ugh….” I gripped the bedpost, my chest rising and falling heavily.

SMACK.

“Fuck yes!” I moaned loudly and licked my lips. My toes curled. I was in my own personal heaven.

SMACK.

“How red can your ass get?”

SMACK.

“Oh… yes… please!” I was shaking.

“You’re so wet, Felicity,” he said, and I jumped when he stroked my pussy. “This is my satisfaction, not yours… I should stop.”

“No,” I begged. I didn’t even recognize my voice, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want him to stop yet.

“Beg me.” He rubbed soothing circles on my ass cheeks before he kissed them both. “Beg me, Felicity.”

His husky voice made me shiver. I moaned just from hearing that. “Please… again. Do it again.”

“Say you belong to me.”

“No. I belong to myself.”

“Wrong answer,” he said, and I felt him brush my hair to the side, exposing my back. “Oh well, I’ll take my time and enjoy you.”

He kissed up my spine. His hands were everywhere. One moment they were grasping my breast, squeezing them tightly, then they were pulling on my nipples. Next they were working their way down my stomach, where he began to play with my clit.

When he kissed the top of my neck, he shoved two fingers into me, going in and out of my pussy so slowly I wanted to cry out in frustration. I pulled on the tie again, wanting to touch him back.

“Give in to me, Felicity.” He bit the top of my ear, and my lips parted. “Let me give you pleasure every time you need it, no matter where we are. I want to fuck you everywhere.”

Gasping, I rocked against his fingers and tilted my head back to allow him to kiss my neck. Just as I was adjusting to this new torture, he stopped, removed his fingers, and placed them at my lips.

“Lick,” he directed, and I did. Sticking my tongue out, I tasted myself on his fingertips. “See, Felicity? Your whole body wants to belong to me. Give in to me.”

He pressed his cock against my entrance, allowing me to feel how hard he was, how he twitched with excitement.

“Give in to me, and I will give in to you, to only you, past be damned.”

Sin, that’s what I wanted. That was what he was offering. I needed to end this torture.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Say it, Felicity. Say it proudly.”

“I’m yours, Theo. Only yours.”

I knew even without seeing him he must have had the wickedest of all grins on his face.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

Screw the smacks. “Fuck me, Theo.”

Theo Never in my life had I heard three more beautiful words. I didn’t know how much I could take. Seizing a condom and the lube, I put them on so quickly it was a blur. I grabbed her hips, and she moaned, already eager for me. Begging was more like it.

“Fucking hell.” I gritted my teeth as I gently entered her ass. Her walls clenched around my cock so tightly, it took everything I had to not come right then and there. Slowly, I stretched her, molded her to fit only me, torturing myself in the process.

“Theo… oh… fast… faster,” she begged me, and any restraint I’d had flew out the window.

With one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I pulled out a little before I thrust my cock deep into her. I fucked her as hard and fast as possible.

“YES!” She sang in absolute ecstasy what I would make sure was one of several orgasms of the night. Her moaning, my grunts, how fucking tight she was, how my cock throbbed inside her—it was enough to make a man lose himself.

I gripped both breasts, holding them as I leaned forward and kissed her neck and ears.

“You’re mine,” I declared.

“Yours.” She didn’t even put up a fight, but knowing her, there would be one later. I freed her hands. The very first thing she tried to do was reach up and pull my hair. I stopped her much to her dissatisfaction…I’d already told her tonight was about my satisfaction, not hers.

“Fuck,” I hissed, slamming into her once more before I came.

Oh, this was just the beginning.

Felicity 4:34 p.m.

My whole body gave out when he pulled out of me. Rolling onto my back, I took off the blindfold and breathed in deeply. He disposed of the condom and lay beside me, his bare chest rising and falling. If this was going to work—and I wanted it to so we could repeat this night at least a hundred more times before we were through with each other—I needed to just tell him.

Sitting up on my elbows, his green eyes focused on to me.

“What?”

“When I was sixteen I attended the Juilliard Pre-College Division for music and dance, but that fall during break, my boyfriend, his friends, and I went to Los Angeles. It was just supposed to be for the weekend. We got wasted, and I thought that out of all of them, I was the best one to drive. We made it a mile—I made it a mile before—before I hit a woman and spent two years in Nidorf Juvenile Detention Facility. That’s it. That’s my past. Are you satisfied now? Or do you want my social too?”

He stared at me for moment before rolling over and reaching for something on the floor… a cell phone. Without speaking to me, he put it on speaker and lay back next to me. It only rang once before someone picked up.

“Yes, Mr. Darcy?”

“All the information you’ve gathered on Felicity Harper… get rid of it.”

“Of course, sir.”

He hung up and dropped the phone to the floor before pulling me to him. He placed a hand on my ass, and I touched his chest, entwining our legs together.

“When I said your past be damned, I meant it. You didn’t have to tell me.” He kissed me.

“I know.” I sat up and shifted to straddle his waist. “But it’s easier now that you know. Besides, this way we won’t miss out on sex, and I’m not forced to kiss men I’m not interested in.”

He flipped me over and pinned me under him. “Why did you kiss him at all?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I kissed him goodbye. It was the least I could do for shooting him down.”

“So you’re a heartbreaker, Ms. Harper.” He grinned as he pressed himself against me.

“What can I say? I’m hot.” I wrapped an arm around his neck. “You’re one lucky man, Mr. Darcy. You know that?”

“I’m starting to,” he said, and as he was about to kiss me, his phone rang. He made no move to get it.

“Answer it. I need a shower anyway,” I said, trying to get out of his arms. The after-sex haze was gone.

He reached for his phone again. “Darcy,” he said with his cold work voice. I threw my hair over my shoulder and picked up his shirt and my bra off the floor.

“Shit, I forgot. Tell Mother I can’t make it tonight, and I’ll make it up to her next time. I’m very busy right now.” He stood up, and my eyes traveled down his abs to his cock, which was now saluting me proudly.

I dropped the shirt. The moment I was close enough I jumped up on top of him and wrapped my legs around him as he snaked his arms around my waist, the phone now forgotten.

“Walt, I need to go.” He didn’t bother waiting for his brother’s reply before hanging up. Focusing solely on me, he cupped my face and kissed me as he took us back to bed.

5:17 p.m.

“When I say I’m busy, that means I’m busy,” I heard him say as I opened the door to the bedroom.

He had gotten a call his brother was coming up to the penthouse and tried to stop him before he made it inside. Apparently he’d failed. Back in my clothes, I came out and stood at the top of the stairs. Walter was below, dressed in white slacks, a dark-blue button-down shirt, and a blazer. His dark, curly brown hair was down instead of in a bun, and next to him stood his wife, Tori, dressed in a light-pink lace dress, her blonde hair in beach waves.

“Mom said not to take no for an answer. She wants us all there,” Walter replied, already heading toward the kitchen. “You wouldn’t happen to have Junípero Gin, would you?” He saw me. “Felicity?”

“Hi.” I waved as I walked down the stairs.

“Hi,” he said before glancing at Theo, who was in jeans and a basic shirt. “Very busy, huh?”

“What my husband is trying to say is hello, Felicity. We didn’t know you were here.” Tori came over and gave me a small hug when I got down.

“It was a last-minute thing. Theo was trying to coax me into composing more,” I lied. I wasn’t sure what he was telling people about me, but I doubted it was anything close to the truth.

“You compose upstairs?” Walter’s eyebrow lifted as he looked at his wife. “Why don’t we do that?”

She smacked his shoulder. “We’re sorry for interrupting. It’s just that Lorelai is having a dinner party tonight to celebrate her new book.”

I glanced at Theo, who was at the bar in the corner of the room.

“Theo, you should go. I’m going to head—”

“Here it is. It’s the last bottle I have. Remind Dad he can’t mix it with anything else.” He cut me off as he moved back toward us with a bottle in his hand.

“Theo, you should go celebrate with your mom,” I said, and he gave me a look like he didn’t want talk about it.

“We weren’t done composing yet.”

“Just so we’re clear, composing is code for hot sex, right?” Walter spoke up, and again Tori smacked him.

“Very hot,” Theo replied, and I wanted to hit him. I kicked his foot, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Felicity, excuse them both. Neither of them has a filter. I’m sure Lorelai would love for you to come over. The more the more the merrier when it comes to her celebrations.”

“No, I couldn’t—”

“Fine. We’ll be there. Will you get out of my house now?”

“Isn’t hot sex supposed to make you mellow?” Walter laughed, and Tori had to drag him to the door.

“We’ll see you there!”

He shook his head and sighed. “Sorry. They’re like a side show.”

“I kind of like him. They remind me of my roommates. But am I going to meet your parents now?”

“They aren’t my birth parents, if that makes it any less awkward for you,” he said casually as he moved to his kitchen, knowing full well I would follow for an explanation. So I didn’t ask for one. Instead, I took a seat on a bar stool as he took a bottle of wine, making sure to obscure the label. He poured me a glass of the white wine. My gaze never shifted from his as I drank in the scent of it before taking a small sip. 

“Coche-Dury Les Perrieres, Meursault Premier Cru?” I asked him.

He looked at me oddly. “How did you know?”

“What, a working-class girl like myself can’t know wine? I thought I made it clear I can be a little bit showy too.”

He fought an urge to smile. “Fine. What year is it?”

I took another sip. “Nineteen ninety-five?”

“You are one of a kind, Felicity Harper. Wrong, it’s nineteen ninety-one, but still close enough that I’m impressed.” He grinned as he drank.

Rolling my eyes, I changed the subject. “Do I still get to hear your story?”

“I’m shocked you’re interested.”

I shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t be, but you piqued my interest. Are you a tortured soul, Mr. Darcy?”

“No, just a kid who was raised by a loving, hardworking single mother.” He laughed as he leaned against the counter next to me. “My birth father was the rich and notorious playboy, Charles Darcy.”

“The photographer?” I’d seen a few of his nudes in magazines.

He nodded. “They met while my mother was a bartender. She also worked as a part-time housemaid and even a hotel maid. I grew up not knowing who my father was. The moment he found out she was pregnant, he walked out on her. She never wanted me to meet him anyway. She said he smelled like an ashtray and looked like gum on the bottom of her shoe.”

“So did your looks come from her, then?” I grinned.

“She would like you.” He laughed. “If she were still alive. She died of Huntington's disease when I was ten. The last memory I have of her was when she dropped me off at the Darcy Mansion. It was about a four-hour drive from our home. My father lived only four hours away. She stayed that night and then gave me a hug before she left for an experimental treatment. My father never wanted me, but he does send me an expensive gift every year on my birthday. When I was twelve, he gave me a motorcycle. Eventually my aunt and uncle became my parents. I love them, but whenever I’m around them for too long, I remember I’m the black sheep. I’ve been bored out of my mind for the last twenty-one years, but you’ve made things interesting.”

I couldn’t see how, and I didn’t ask. He finished of the rest of his glass as he waited for me to say something. But I drank casually as I leaned back. I was in no mood to meet his family. Just thinking about having to force a smile, be polite while eating caviar, and listen to a rich woman talk about her book sounded like a nightmare. Then I realized that was his life. He had been born and raised with nothing, then forced to adapt to that type of world. On the outside he looked the part, but on the inside, he was like me.

Damn it. I could feel myself already giving in.

“You’re going to have to buy me a dress.”

“Absolutely. Just as long as I get to peel it off you.”