Free The Devil's Dream: A Dark Romance (Dark Romance Novel Book 1) by Roxy Sinclaire, Stella Noir

shivered, bile rising in her stomach. She tried to shield the pain that flickered in her eyes, but he caught it.
    “Don’t call me that,” she whispered.
    Taken aback, he searched her face for answers. When she refused to look at him, he grasped her chin, forcing her head up. Her eyes pleaded with him not to ask. Shoving his perverse ideas aside he stroked her cheek gently. Next time , he promised silently. When he had her in his bed, he would show her his darker side, and she would love every minute of it.
    Kiana held his gaze, confused by the instant change that had flared up in him. She had seen a fiendish look on his face, but now all she saw was gentleness. She was tempted to ask if he was bipolar. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. She soon felt his hand disappear. Her eyes flew open when she heard something being torn. They widened a fraction at the sight of him sheathing himself with a condom. Was she really going to let this happen?
    He looked up, observing the fear on her face. Clenching his jaw, he decided to play the gentleman—something that he really wasn’t. “Do you want to stop?”
    She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She took a deep breath and tried again. “I don’t have much experience.”
    He arched an eyebrow. He knew she wasn’t a virgin. He’d had a taste of her, after all, and she had a boyfriend. “How inexperienced are you?”
    “There’s only been one person before.”
    He assumed she spoke of her current lover. He brushed his lips across hers. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
    There was a brief pause before she gave her succinct consent: “Okay.”
    Stavros’s eyes narrowed, not sure whether it was relief that he saw on her face. He sighed softly, glad that she didn’t stop him. Even though he couldn’t introduce his games to her yet, he still wanted her, and he would take her anyway he could get her. “Open your legs wider,” he ordered. She obeyed, and he pulled her bottom to the edge of the desk, entering her in a swift motion. She nearly cried out, but a hand clamped over her mouth. “Remember, no noise.”
    She nodded, and he dropped his hand, wearing his usual sinful grin. He pulled back and plunged into her again, filling her completely. He stilled for a moment, reveling in the feel of her muscles gripping him tightly.
    “Don’t stop,” she whispered.
    Pulling out of her, he heard her whimper a protest. “Stand up and turn around.”
    Sliding off of the desk, her feet touched the floor and she turned away from him.”
    “Bend over.”
    She shuddered, the soft command sending excitement pulsing through her. He caressed her bottom and moved up to grab her hips, pushing into her from behind. “Oh my god,” she moaned.
    Taking a fistful of her hair, he pulled her up to whisper, “Do you like the feeling of me being inside of you?” He pulled her head back roughly.
    She winced. “Ouch, oh. yes!”
    He loosened his fingers and gave himself a mental kick. He had briefly forgotten that he was supposed to be gentle. He couldn’t scare her away just yet. “I’m sorry,” he pushed her hair aside to trail kisses on the nape of her neck. Continuing his moderate strokes, he fought to hold onto his control.
    She moaned with each movement he made. Wanting more, she pushed her hips back.  She could tell he was holding back. He increased his pace a notch sliding in out and out of her, bringing her higher and higher to ecstasy. “ Stavros, ” she breathed softly as her muscles spasmed around him and she groaned, overcome with pleasure. He bit back his groan and kept plunging into her. Reaching a hand down, he slid it between her legs to flick her clitoris. She arched her back and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
    “I want you to come for me again," he breathed in her ears.  With two more powerful thrusts, she crumbled to pieces, her eyes rolling over. Her knees buckled, but he held her against him. She heard him moan and felt