Title: Unorthodox Chemistry
Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2
Author: Lilah E. Noir
Release Date: February 18th, 2018
He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn't think I could ever escape...
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.
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THOMAS
Lina.
She is here. Tonight. She is really here.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?
The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.
Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.
She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing.
It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.
What the hell was happening?
After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind.
I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time.
If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more.
What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…
LINA
The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back.
They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures.
The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees.
They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird.
I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command.
He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.
ALLIE
“You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.”
I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.”
“Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.
ALLIE
“Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.
“I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.”
“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word.
“You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.”
When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away.
“What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice.
“I’ve been watching you.”
He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.
“You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.”
I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.
“I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”
THOMAS
Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.
It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.
If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness?
I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word.
She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust?
I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out.
Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all.
Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.
LINA
I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him.
I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger.
Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind.
It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place.
The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom.
After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing.
I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number.
A dialing sound. A pause.
Please. Please, answer.
“Hello?”
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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
LINA
I'd never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I'm at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he'll unleash on me.
THOMAS
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I'd use every trick I had to claim her as mine.
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