Page 41 of Black Mark's Heart

"You've made your feelings perfectly clear, Mr. Rafal. I wish you better luck with whoever is unfortunate enough to get you as a client next," Theresa fumed.

I shut the door on the sound of her heels clapping on the timber stairs as she went back up to the offices. I was putting my cello in its case when I heard the door open behind me. I didn't turn around, I didn't need to.

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"You look exhausted," Darius remarked behind me as he closed the door.

"I've been recording all week with Denial again. Late nights working on new songs with Ewan, then all day in the studio," I answered honestly. "This will be my first day at home before eight this week."

"I'll give you a lift," Darius decided.

I shook my head. "Jeremy is taking me."

"Is he now?" Darius growled.

I turned to look at him. "He is a friend and my boss, Dare. That's all. We have to discuss the christening details so he's giving me a lift home to save time." I swallowed. "Thank you for being prompt getting those Carnival contracts to me."

Darius walked forward, his hand cuffing around the back of my neck. "I'm angry."

"I heard," I acknowledged as Darius walked us back a meter to the wall.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," Darius warned, a growl in his voice.

I swallowed. "I'm not prepared for this," I warned back, barely a whisper.

Darius lifted my dress to my waist. "I don't care."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Darius crushed his lips to mine as he lifted my thighs to his waist and put my back to the wall. I reached between us to release his already throbbing monster, moving my panties to the side as I guided him in. I'd grown wet the moment I heard his voice as that's what he did to my body, but it still took my breath away when he shoved into me and met that first clench of resistance.

Darius was angry right now, and he had no issue fucking me aggressively When my body didn't open to him straightaway, he forced it. I cried out, gripping his shoulders with my fingers. I felt Darius cringe, but I didn't relax my grip. If he was going to dish it out, he would have to take it as well.

Darius held me firmly, pounding into me hard. I winced when he went too deep and pain mixed with the pleasure. I didn't try and pull back though. I needed this. I needed to let the hurt of losing him, of losing any chance of making me forget him, out. I wanted to feel my blood flow free from my body, feel my emotions escape. I bit my lip hard just as Darius went too deep within me again. I cried out and gripped his shoulders tighter.

"Jesus, Mora!" Darius grimaced in pain, my fingers digging into him. "Fucking cellists." He pulled away, turned me quickly to face the wall, then pushed into me from behind. He stepped back, taking my hips with him to force me into a back bend, then he gripped my hips and vented his frustrations on me.

I cried out his name as the pain started to override the pleasure. I tried to pull away. Darius landed a hard smack to my rear.

"Take it, Mora. I don't care what you have to do, but don't stop me again," Darius growled.

That demand nearly undid me, combined with the sting still reverberating through my body from his slap. I released one arm from the wall and slapped my clit hard. I cursed as pleasure mounted.

Darius groaned and I knew he was close. Even if he hadn't groaned, the feel of being stretched open as he grew bigger, of him continuously hitting the other end with his sheer size now, told me he was close. I slapped my clit again, and my legs nearly collapsed under the onslaught of pleasure. Pinching my clit hard, I cried out Darius's name and came, my voice cutting out the moment the orgasm impacted.

Darius moaned and I felt his rhythm break as he released his angst into me. "Oh God, Mora," he murmured as he stilled inside of me.

I started to collapse, my legs not willing to hold me up anymore. Darius slipped his arm around my waist to take my weight while he withdrew. He tucked himself away, righted my underwear for me, and then helped me over to the lounge to sit down. My hand went to my abdomen and I curled over in discomfort.

Darius caressed my cheek, his thumb rubbing over my bleeding lip. I could see he wanted to say more, but he held his tongue. He kissed me, gently. His tongue licked and sucked at my bleeding lip. I suddenly didn't care about the pain I felt downstairs anymore.

"Mora, are you in here?" The door opened and Jeremy came in with Jacob in his arms. His eyes went wide, taking in Darius kneeling before me, his mouth just pulling back from mine. "Crap. Sorry."

"It's okay." I pulled farther back from Darius.

Darius stood up, looking guilty as hell. He looked at the baby in Jeremy's arms and frowned. "That's not Ashelynn?"

"Ah, no. This little boy belongs to one of my employees," Jeremy covered. "I was just coming to see if Mora could take him while I go to the bathroom and get ready to go." Darius watched as Jeremy walked over and handed Jacob off to me. "He's getting antsy, probably ready for a feed," Jeremy murmured.

I flicked my eyes to Darius as I held Jacob ready to feed, just waiting to get Darius out of the room.

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