Free Beneath His Darkness (Healing Hearts #3) by Renee Dyer Page A

arches off the bed, causing me to smile into her soft flesh as I make the trek up her body, following the path of removing her top.  I leave a trail of nips and kisses in my wake, all the way to her ear.  With one hand, I still her squirming.  I firmly hold her in place by her hip and continue the tortuous pleasure I’ve been inflicting.
    “I plan to taste every last inch of your sweet flesh, Victoria.  Now stop all that wiggling around.”
    A light intake of air is her only response and I’ll take it.  I prefer her speechless.  It means she’s not stopping this.  I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to.  The dirty is erasing from my soul with every kiss I place on her body.  Every nip and bite, every way I mark her erases the stains from my mind.
    My kisses head down until I find myself at her center.  Knowing she can’t stay still, I grab her hips on both sides before I run my tongue straight up her middle.  “Grant!”
    I said one day my name would come screaming from her lips and to hear it now is pure victory.
    I set a pace that is not too fast, but not so slow she’ll lose interest in what I’m doing.  It’s all about letting her know she’s being adored.  Right now is about making her feel wanted.  Her legs clenching and her cries to bring her over the edge are bliss to me.  I want to record this moment and send it to Tucker.  Have him see that I took his girl and she is totally content.
    But, it’s not time for that yet.
    Happy with myself for winning this battle, I increase the pressure on her core and finally let her fall over the edge.  She is glorious when she orgasms.  Her skin glows and the screams she lets out are music to my ears.
    I can see she needs more, though.
    Never one to disappoint, I grab a condom from the night stand, quickly rip open the package, and roll it on.  Her open arms and spread legs are the best invitation I’ve received in years.  What kind of a dick would I be to reject that?
    With slow, deliberate force, I enter her.  Her eyes close, but I can see the ecstasy written all over her face.  She’s found nirvana in this moment.
    “Open your eyes, Vic.  Look at me.”
    Her eyes go wide and lock onto mine.  With a smile on my face, I make her watch me as I push into her, again and again.  I want her to feel like I’m making love to her.  The shock on her face tells me she’s never felt this way with Tucker.  Maybe not with anyone.
    This is why I will win.  I’m the better actor.
     

Chapter Seven
    Grant—Twenty Two Years Old
     
    “But, I love you, Grant.  How can you still want me to sleep with Tucker?”
    I knew this question was coming.  Quite frankly, I’m surprised it took her this long to ask.  We’ve been lovers for over nine months now.  Christ, she’s more broken than I first thought.  She’s been letting me lead her around like a dog and all I‘ve had to do is tell her I love her.
    Here’s to playing up a little more of how much I love her.
    “I love you, too, Vic.  It kills me to know he’s touching you in any way, but it has to be this way for just a little longer.  We’re almost done taping for the season, then you can end things with Tucker.  We’ll still need to see each other in secrecy for a while, but we can start hanging out as friends when next season starts and then when a romance starts, it will look natural.  You know how our world is and how the paparazzi works.  If you jump straight from him to me, it will be awful for you.  They’ll make you look like you’re only getting roles based on the men you fuck.  I’m not trying to sound cruel, but this is a cruel business we’re in and I want to protect you from it.”
    “I just want to be with you,” she whines.  “It feels wrong to be with both of you.  What if I just stop being with him?  Then only you are touching me and he and I remain friends.”
    Her eyes mist over and pain crosses her features.  I know I should feel bad for what I’m