Imminent Conquest
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Copyright ©2011 by Aurora Rose Lynn
First published in 2011
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CONTENTS
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
About the Author
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Imminent Conquest
ISBN #978-0-85715-729-4
(C)Copyright Aurora Rose Lynn 2011
Cover Art by Posh Gosh (C)Copyright October 2011
Edited by Lisa Cox
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author's imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-melting and a sexometer of 3.
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IMMINENT CONQUEST
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Aurora Rose Lynn
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Released from prison, is Michael looking for sweet revenge, or forbidden love?
When she was in her late teens, Nicole Harris fell in love with her sexy boyfriend, James Carmichael, but when he was accused of murder, and she was forced to testify against him, the relationship ended seemingly forever.
Now, ten years later, he's been freed from prison, has reinvented himself, and now calls himself by a new first name. Has Michael returned to seek revenge?
Nicole is confused when she meets him, realizing their past can never be regained. However, much to her chagrin, Michael pursues her and although her logical mind resents him, her treacherous body wants nothing else except to be near him. She relives the past where they used to play games of light bondage and suddenly, Michael is re-enacting those games and leaving her breathless and wanting more!
Once again, Michael is a huge part of her life, but not for the sake of love, but for revenge. Can she run far enough away from him or will she become embroiled in the intrigues of the past?
Trademarks Acknowledgement
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The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Rolex: Rolex USA
Formica: The Diller Corporation
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Topaz: Ford Motor Company
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Prologue
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The morning had started with all the promise of an early summer day a young woman could dream of. Nicole Harris twined her arms around her lover's neck and nuzzled his cheek. Dozens of birds trilled in the trees overhead. The sunlight momentarily chased away most of the lingering shadows from the secluded meadow, fragrant with tiny, colourful blossoms.
"Stop tormenting me, woman,” James Carmichael conquered her lips with a rough force she could only have wished for days earlier. He nibbled on the moist, smooth skin, urging her lips to part. He edged his tongue along her teeth, forcing his indomitable will on her.
She was wet with longing for him and no longer cared that someone might be watching from their chalet tucked away in the mountains. The sky was perfectly cloudless and the sapphire blue lake reflected the tall pine trees. Teasing him to flaunt his male strength, she slipped out from under him and ran. Her heart beat faster as she listened to the sound of his shoes slapping the ground. She loved the thrill of the chase, which made her feel ultra feminine and powerful over this man. When she felt his strapping arms around her waist, she fell to the newly-grown grass. She panted for air, and for mercy.
"Will you marry me?” he asked, surprising her into stunned speechlessness. She had expected a proposal but not so soon. He loomed above her, dressed in nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting black shorts.
"Yes!” she breathed, flattered such a rich, intelligent, devilishly sexy man would want her for his wife.
He leaned over her, his bulging erection pressed against the flat of her stomach. “You can have anything you want. As big a wedding as you want with ten bridesmaids, a five-tiered wedding cake and as lovely a dress as you want."
"I don't want any of those things. Just you,” she murmured, pressing a light kiss on the tip of his aristocratic nose. Her hand strayed to his broad chest where a few blond hairs nestled. She toyed with the soft curls.
"I only want you, but not for what you think.” His blue eyes, the colour of the lake nearby, twinkled mischievously.
Disappointment shot through her. “What are you saying?"
"I want you for all of you—your luscious breasts, your pussy, your satin-soft skin. All of you."
"What did you think I was giving you?"
"I want everything, Nicole. Your mind, your soul and your body. Everything."
She scowled, but couldn't prevent a tiny smile. “What's so hard about that?"
"Remember the other day when I tied you to the bed?"
Nicole nodded, wondering where his questioning was leading. That had been the first time he had persuaded her to accept his rough lovemaking.
"That signified you will submit to me in all things. As a wife should."
She giggled. “You make that sound as if it's something I don't want."
"We might end up arguing at times. It would be good for you to remember that."
She knew better than to label James a power freak. He was sensitive, gentle and always attentive to her needs—the ideal mate. There was no sense of an ominous shadow above them.
"Let's not worry about those things now. Can you just fuck me, the way you like?” The way he had taught her to enjoy, she admitted silentl
y.
His smile was like the discovery of gold in a barren desert. “Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
She nodded, unwilling to think about anything but her desire for him—that desire that wreaked havoc with her rational thoughts. “I need you. I need your cock inside me. Please. Fuck me."
He dragged her to her feet, his expression focused on whatever he had in mind for her pleasure. “I want to eat you, starting at your toes, travelling up your ankles—"
"Don't tell me,” she cried out. “Just do it!"
He backed her against the thin trunk of a tree. “Lie down with your head to the base of the tree, then put your hands above your head."
With a tiny shiver of apprehension, she did as she was told, placing her hands against the rough bark. This was a consensual game, one they both enjoyed. She was his love slave.
James reached behind her head and untied the pretty pink ribbon holding her hair up in a ponytail. “Do you always come prepared?"
She giggled. “If I had known, I would have used something else, oh captor of mine.” Her nipples peaked into tight buds at the light touch of his hands on hers as he circled the ribbon around her hands. Unable to imagine what delight he had in store for her, she allowed him to bind her wrists together.
"Look at me,” he ordered in a harsh, gravelly voice he rarely used with her.
Her clit hardened and her juices dampened the crotch of her white panties. She gazed into his face and saw the deep love he had for her reflected in those pools of sapphire.
"You trust me that I won't hurt you, right?"
She nodded, hoping he would get on with the game quickly. Her skin burned at his every possessive touch.
He grinned before he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently. She wanted more. Much more. When he stepped back, a muscle twitched in his right cheek and his concentration had intensified.
He grabbed hold of her T-shirt at her throat and ripped it down the middle. Hot air fanned by a light breeze cooled her burning skin. With her hands bound above her head, she could do little to stop whatever plan he had conjured.
"The next time you come to me,” he said, “I don't want you wearing underwear."
"I can't do that,” Nicole objected. “What would my parents say if I walked out of the house naked under my clothes?"
"How would they know if you didn't say anything? Besides, you're old enough to know what you want.” He tore the pale pink T-shirt away from her upper torso before he unclasped her lacy white bra, letting the flimsy fabric cling to her soft globes. Her breasts yearned to be free, yearned to feel his heated touch, but he stepped back and admired her, grunting softly to himself.
"Please?” she pleaded. “I need you. Can you hurry?"
His eyes glistened. “I'm in control, Nicole. Don't you think?"
She nodded again. “But can you speed it up?"
"No. Sometimes making you wait when you're so much in need can turn you on even more."
"But I don't want to be turned on even more,” she protested weakly. If she was turned on any more than she already was, she would scream.
He shook his head and pursed his lips. “Too bad.” He took hold of the waistband of her beige shorts and ripped the stretch material off. All she had on now were thong panties and the bra. “Are you wet for me?” he asked, leaning closer. He smelt of freshly washed skin and male arousal.
"No,” she denied, although her honeyed cream ran down her inner thigh.
He slipped his hand between her thighs and shoved them apart. “Let me see."
"No,” she whimpered playfully, in keeping with their sensuous game.
"No? Do you know what I'll do if I find out you're lying?"
"Punish me?” Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought. Maybe he would bend her over his knees and spank her bare ass.
"Strip you absolutely naked,” he replied, “and chain you to my bed for the rest of your life."
"That might not be a bad idea,” she whispered, daring to look at his dark shorts where his swelling erection bulged. He was well hung, she thought, admiring the view.
"Look at my face,” he commanded.
Eagerly, she complied. From arm's length, he spread her legs wider and inserted his fingers into her panties. “You are wet. You shouldn't lie,” he murmured.
A moment later, Nicole lay naked in front of him, her bra and panties discarded in the grass. The heat in her pussy had cranked up at least a million degrees.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you.” James lightly pinched her nipple and extended it.
The pleasurable pain travelled down to her pussy. “I want you to fuck me."
He got down to his knees and spread her thighs even wider. His tongue rasped against her pleasure pearl, lapping with short, delicious strokes one second, and nibbling the next.
She couldn't resist looking at him in admiration, at his broad shoulders, his short honey blond hair, his narrow, trim waist. How could she be anything but thrilled to spend the rest of her life with such a delicious man?
"Come for me,” he whispered hoarsely.
Nicole didn't need much more urging. She pressed her pussy over his face and rubbed her clit against his lips. Her muscles tensed before the moment of release burst upon her. She cried out but he continued to torment her with his tongue, his moist lips and his teeth.
"No, no more,” she begged.
"Why?"
"Because I can't take any more.” The words were hardly out yet she climaxed again, whimpering with delight. As her bare back arched, she felt him move away from her body. He kissed her. His mouth tasted of her honeyed juice.
When she heard the sigh of the zip on his shorts, she took a deep breath. His tongue did wonders but there was no substitute for his cock driving deep into her wet sheath. When the tip of his erection pushed against her damp opening, her toes curled inside her sneakers. This was the moment she lived for each day, when James took her.
Slowly, he slid into her, inch by agonising inch, before he stopped, completely hilted into her.
"Do you like that?” he murmured, nibbling on her lips with the taste of her essence.
"Yes,” she whispered.
He began to thrust, tentatively at first, then faster and harder. He lifted her ankles and placed them around his waist, driving himself deeper into her. She moaned as she buried her head against his shoulder, feeling giddy happiness sweep through her. He was the only man for her. She was as certain of that as she was of the sun rising each morning.
His neck arched and she saw in her mind how his neck muscles became rigid cords and he held his breath, waiting for release. She couldn't ask for more in a man than she had in James Carmichael.
When he exploded inside her, she crested the top of the mountain. His hot cum shot into her channel. Her bones seemed to melt. His hard body felt so good against her soft curves, as if they had always been meant for each other.
"I love you,” he said, flicking his tongue over the crown of her ear.
"I can't think of another man I would like to spend the rest of my life with."
He laughed. “I hope not."
"What if I was thinking of another man?” she teased.
"Then I would have to abduct you, tie you up in a basement somewhere, take away all your clothes, and change your mind."
"I don't think you'll have to do that.” But she might tease him so she could get a taste of what he threatened.
"Too bad. I was looking forward to the abduction part."
She giggled. “Of course you were."
"You'll come for dinner, won't you, Mrs Carmichael?” He traced the outline of her breast.
"Yes.” Nicole blushed to hear him call her by a name that wasn't hers yet. She shook her head, her heart pounding in excitement.
"Tell me what you feel for me.” He untied her hands and kissed the pulse beating in each wrist.
"I can't."
"You can't? Why not, Mrs Carmichael?"
She threw her arms around his neck. “Because I'm too much in love with you."
He lowered himself over her, fitting his engorged cock against the apex of her thighs. She couldn't stop herself from reaching down and squeezing his slippery rod. “You're so hard."
"Only for you, Mrs Carmichael."
"When are we getting married?"
"Tomorrow."
"But we can't,” she said aghast. “How will I get all the wedding preparations done in time?"
"We'll elope."
"But your father will be so hurt.” His father was the kindest man she knew, always ready to give a helping hand to whoever asked.
"Okay. How about September fourth?"
That still only gave her three months. “How about a Christmas wedding? Wouldn't that be dreamy? Pine trees all lit up, candles flickering and everything red, green and glittering gold."
He lifted his chin and laughed into the air. “That's too far away. I thought you were eager to marry me."
"I am, Jamie, I am."
They made love once more before, momentarily sated, they returned to his car. Neither had any idea the next few hours would turn their worlds upside down.
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Chapter One
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"I can't wear this! It's not much more than a bath towel!"
Dismayed, Nicole Harris stared at her reflection in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door. The burgundy dress didn't hide much. Her back was bare, almost to her derriere. If she bent forward, her ass would show. If she attempted to lean back, her breasts would pop out of the scanty bodice.
Her fiance frowned. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down but he quickly disguised his approval. “The salesclerk said you'd love it."
"What does she know about me?” Nicole grumbled, hating to admit her reflection was attractive—in a sluttish way. The only way a woman would wear a dress like this was if she was looking for a man, and Nicole wasn't in the market. She had someone who loved her, someone she could love in return. It didn't matter that he had a receding hairline, or the beginnings of a spare tyre. It wasn't physical appearance that counted in a relationship. No, it was the emotional makeup, how a couple interacted with each other.