Page 140 of Spark

I didn’t know what made me do it, but from this position, leaning forward with my feet now digging into the mattress, I felt compelled to do something I hadn’t done in a long time.

I launched myself at him.

The force of my lunge was enough to get him on his back, though I didn’t sense much physical resistance from him. I hovered over him, my hair falling down one side as I regarded him with a dangerous smile.

“Am I awake enough for you now?” I asked and then bent down to kiss him. I was rough and punishing with my kisses, wanting to give him the edge he always gave me. Sparks of lust ruptured around us almost instantly as Darren’s hands burned down my body, his tongue invading my mouth while my hands dug into his chest. He met me with his own aggression, possessing every inch of me, and igniting that familiar, delicious heat in my core.

“I like you when you’re feisty,” he said between kisses, his fingertips pressing into my hips. “Pathetic does not suit you.”

I pressed my teeth lightly down on his lip in warning. “And I like you when you’re quiet,” I replied boldly.

He chuckled and rolled us onto my back.

It didn’t take long before he was fucking me deep and hard into the mattress, my legs over his shoulders and crossing at the ankles. If I closed them a little tighter, I could choke him out from that position, but that was just fantasy talking dirty to me again.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he changed his position to allow him to go deeper. He gripped my hair and held me tightly as he pounded into me, my body taking every inch of him.

And then I was coming as if my life depended on it.

When Darren finished with me, he pulled out and looked closely at me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and sighed.

“I want to take you somewhere tonight. It might change your perspective on things.”

“Where?” I asked.

“You’ll find out when we get there. We’ll leave in a half hour,” he said and got up.

I laid on my side and watched him, wondering if he would disclose more information.

“Don’t shower,” he said, righting his belt. “I want you smelling like me.”

I furrowed my brows but didn’t argue.

“Wear something impressive. No panties. And no fucking flats.”

This time, I raised my brows. “Planning on showing me off?”

Darren leaned down over me and kissed my lips. “That’s not difficult to do,” he drawled with a smirk. “Now, go get ready. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

With that, he left me, and I hopped off the bed and headed for the bathroom, while Camaro followed at my heels. If Darren didn’t want me to shower, then fine, I wouldn’t shower, but I wasn’t walking around with his cum dripping down my legs.

Once I’d finished cleaning up, I touched up my hair and makeup and then ventured into my walk-in to find something impressive. I selected a skin-tight cream white satin dress with black accents that stopped at my knees. After deciding on a pair of strappy black and white pumps, I made my way over to the door where Clive and Owen were waiting outside to escort me downstairs.

“Be a good girl, Camaro,” I said to her before shutting the door. She didn’t need to be locked in her crate anymore. The staff would watch her and take her outside if she needed.

When we got to the foyer, Darren still wasn’t there, so I sat down in the chair and waited. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot in the air impatiently. Once again, I didn’t know where we were going, and it made me anxious and nervous. I hated that feeling. I waited for a little over five minutes before Darren finally emerged, his eyes capturing my still sitting position.

I stood up and did a quick spin.

“Impressed?” I asked, raising my brow. I know I cleaned up well.

“Always,” he said, his eyes intense with lust. “But I just have one finishing touch.”

He pulled out a small black velvet box from inside his jacket pocket and opened it for me. My eyes lit up with more sparkle than I could imagine. Inside the box was a silver-chained necklace with a single pear cut diamond pendant. The damn thing had to be at least eight carats.

“Wow,” I said with a gasp, instead of the “holy shit” my mind wanted me to say.

“Turn around and lift your hair,” he ordered.

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