Swallowing heavily, she watched his Adam’s apple bob uncontrollably.
”I don’t think you will want to hear about that part of my
childhood.” His eyes went distant. “In fact, I attempt to blot it out as best I
can. Unfortunately there are parts of my childhood I’d rather forget.
“I think this particular hiccup when I was a little kid made
my father truly grateful that he’d married a woman like my mother who had a
family the complete opposite of his and the legends surrounding her family’s
heroic deeds almost made up for the fact that my father’s side was filled with
so much poisonous treachery.
“The only reason I can still do business on Earth and the
other colonies is because of the Forsythe name. Fortunately, whenever they hear
it, they think immediately of my maternal grandparents, whose generous
philanthropy benefited so many who needed it. I thank my lucky stars every day
that my father made the positive choice to follow his heart and marry my mother
instead of following the path my grandfather had chosen for him. I’d rather not
continue on that road down memory lane, darling.”
Intrigued, she rubbed the area again, earning a hiss from
him. He reached his hand up and captured hers so she couldn’t continue.
“I want to hear about your childhood, Damien, we shouldn’t
have anything between us, should we?” she asked seductively, knowing that as he
was dangerously close to speeding things up between them, he wouldn’t be able
to refuse her when she used her wantonly sexy voice. He wanted her again just
as much as she wanted him.
His eyebrows furrowed and his jawline hardened. “My
grandfather didn’t die until I reached my teens,” he said, his voice halting as
if he didn’t quite want to speak aloud the information he had to divulge.
“I take it he wasn’t the kind of grandfather other children
would want,” she murmured.
“He was hardhearted, hardheaded, cruel and devious right up
until the very end. I used to pity my father and I often wondered how he could
have had such a hard childhood and in turn become such a good father.”
“What did your grandfather do to you?” she asked, closing
her eyes briefly against the pain that flooded her heart anytime she thought of
the Asher Brothers.
“My mother thought we should spend a family holiday with the
old bastard and my grandmother. I don’t think she quite believed the terrible
legend surrounding him. She wasn’t from Vanguard, you see, and any of the
reports back on Earth didn’t quite give the whole sordid tale of what the
Ashers did here before Earth authorities heard about it and intervened.
“Anyway, we spent a weekend at his plantation, Devil’s
Pride. As soon as my mother saw the place and heard what my grandfather called
it she didn’t want to be there, but my grandmother convinced her to stay and my
father grudgingly went along with it. My grandmother was a different sort of
woman but while she might have treated other children with indifference, she
did genuinely care about those who shared her own blood.”
“I guess it wasn’t a holiday in paradise,” she murmured.
“Far from it.” He fell silent and remained that way until
she distracted him by softly kissing his scar and the area around it. He drew
in a sharp breath and threaded his fingers through her silky raven hair. Capturing
his mouth with hers, he sighed longingly.
“Less talk,” he murmured, “more action, lots of action.”
“I can heartily agree,” she murmured. Turning in his arms,
she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
Dropping to her knees, she surveyed the hard length of his
cock. He felt so smooth in her hand and yet she could also feel the power that
pulsed through him in his member. She wanted to taste him, she wanted to make
him bow to the power she held over him.
His entire body went stiff as she rubbed her hand his cock,
and then touched the upturned bulbous head of it. It was coated with pre-cum
and
”I don’t think you will want to hear about that part of my
childhood.” His eyes went distant. “In fact, I attempt to blot it out as best I
can. Unfortunately there are parts of my childhood I’d rather forget.
“I think this particular hiccup when I was a little kid made
my father truly grateful that he’d married a woman like my mother who had a
family the complete opposite of his and the legends surrounding her family’s
heroic deeds almost made up for the fact that my father’s side was filled with
so much poisonous treachery.
“The only reason I can still do business on Earth and the
other colonies is because of the Forsythe name. Fortunately, whenever they hear
it, they think immediately of my maternal grandparents, whose generous
philanthropy benefited so many who needed it. I thank my lucky stars every day
that my father made the positive choice to follow his heart and marry my mother
instead of following the path my grandfather had chosen for him. I’d rather not
continue on that road down memory lane, darling.”
Intrigued, she rubbed the area again, earning a hiss from
him. He reached his hand up and captured hers so she couldn’t continue.
“I want to hear about your childhood, Damien, we shouldn’t
have anything between us, should we?” she asked seductively, knowing that as he
was dangerously close to speeding things up between them, he wouldn’t be able
to refuse her when she used her wantonly sexy voice. He wanted her again just
as much as she wanted him.
His eyebrows furrowed and his jawline hardened. “My
grandfather didn’t die until I reached my teens,” he said, his voice halting as
if he didn’t quite want to speak aloud the information he had to divulge.
“I take it he wasn’t the kind of grandfather other children
would want,” she murmured.
“He was hardhearted, hardheaded, cruel and devious right up
until the very end. I used to pity my father and I often wondered how he could
have had such a hard childhood and in turn become such a good father.”
“What did your grandfather do to you?” she asked, closing
her eyes briefly against the pain that flooded her heart anytime she thought of
the Asher Brothers.
“My mother thought we should spend a family holiday with the
old bastard and my grandmother. I don’t think she quite believed the terrible
legend surrounding him. She wasn’t from Vanguard, you see, and any of the
reports back on Earth didn’t quite give the whole sordid tale of what the
Ashers did here before Earth authorities heard about it and intervened.
“Anyway, we spent a weekend at his plantation, Devil’s
Pride. As soon as my mother saw the place and heard what my grandfather called
it she didn’t want to be there, but my grandmother convinced her to stay and my
father grudgingly went along with it. My grandmother was a different sort of
woman but while she might have treated other children with indifference, she
did genuinely care about those who shared her own blood.”
“I guess it wasn’t a holiday in paradise,” she murmured.
“Far from it.” He fell silent and remained that way until
she distracted him by softly kissing his scar and the area around it. He drew
in a sharp breath and threaded his fingers through her silky raven hair. Capturing
his mouth with hers, he sighed longingly.
“Less talk,” he murmured, “more action, lots of action.”
“I can heartily agree,” she murmured. Turning in his arms,
she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
Dropping to her knees, she surveyed the hard length of his
cock. He felt so smooth in her hand and yet she could also feel the power that
pulsed through him in his member. She wanted to taste him, she wanted to make
him bow to the power she held over him.
His entire body went stiff as she rubbed her hand his cock,
and then touched the upturned bulbous head of it. It was coated with pre-cum
and
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