♥Run To You ♥
by
Kandice Michelle Young
Release Date: 10th Feb 2015
I
moved to New York for a fresh start. I
did not move here to fall for a man like Sebastian.
Sebastian
Black came into my life like a storm in the peak of the night…dark, raging,
all-consuming, and guaranteed to leave destruction in his wake. From the moment
our eyes met, he had a hold on me. I wanted, craved, and needed him like
nothing I had ever desired before.
The
problem was he needed total submission. From the moment he handed me the
contract, I knew what he was proposing would destroy me. What I had not planned
was his ability to make me crave destruction. I would lose myself in him.
Sebastian knew how to take me over the edge, and before I even knew it, I
wanted to go freefalling.
It
was evident that my past had the ability to destroy us. What I had not
calculated was the power of his to do the same. My dark, brooding, impeccably
sexual, alpha-male had his own crosses to bear. I was not sure I was strong
enough to handle them, or the woman who helped chain him there.
“You were special ordered by Black
himself.” He takes my elbow and guides me into the room.
My heart is racing with anticipation.
This is it, my moment of truth. I walk on shaky legs as I try to keep up with
his pace. In just minutes, I will be face-to-face with Sebastian for the first
time since our short-lived intimate encounter a week ago. A crowd by the bar
lets out a loud cheer and I glance over to see the bartender balancing a shaker
on his head and juggling three more around him, catching liquids from each one,
and mixing them into the contents of the other.
We walk up a flight of metal stairs
and he knocks on the door, which is camouflaged into the black wall surrounding
it. It opens and Robin greets us. She smiles at me. “It’s nice to see you
again, Dani, Mr. Black is expecting you. Mr. Princeton if you could please come
with me. We need to speak with the press.”
“Of course,” Paul replies. He turns
to me with a focused brow. “You’ll be ok here?”
“Yep, I’ve got it covered.” I wink.
I watch as Robin and Paul exit the
room chatting animatedly as they go. My stomach does a flip-flop, and I focus
on my surroundings to regain my composure. The room isn’t much different from
the lobby where my desk sits at PES, dark wood and leather furniture. Two
couches face each other with a mahogany coffee table between them. Unlike the
apartment he took me to the last time, I see him in this room. It’s decorated
with urban art, dark, and mysterious.
I feel a charge of electricity cut
through the air, and turn to see Sebastian standing in the doorframe. He’s
wearing an expensive tailor-made suit like he was the day we met. This one is
also black. His tie, however, is gray just like those smoldering eyes. I meet
his gaze and my mouth opens instinctively to allow me to intake more breath. He
leans on the doorframe, holding my gaze, and I feel a heaviness building in the
pit of my stomach. We stand there for what seems like an eternity taking each
other in.
“Well,” he says. His voice is calm,
collected, and poised, but I can see the storm brewing in his eyes. “Step into
my office. As I understand it we still have much to discuss.”
I try to steady my shaking limbs as I
place my hand in his. He smells delicious. It’s not cologne or body wash, it’s
him. Rugged, manly, and sensual. He leads me to a soft leather chair that sits
opposite his and makes his way around the wide mahogany desk that separates us.
From the moment his touch leaves my
skin, I’m thirsty for it, needing it like lungs need oxygen. He sits in his
executive chair, looking much like a mid-15th-century king on his
throne. He looks expectantly at me and I shift in my seat, trying desperately
not to meet his gaze.
“Would you care for a drink, Miss
Stevens?” He offers.
“No, Mr. Black, I would not. I need
to keep a level head in order to proceed with our business negotiations.”
A smirk threatens his lips as he
takes a sip of what I can only presume to be scotch based on the amber
coloring. “Very well, let’s get to the business shall we.”
I timidly raise my eyes to meet his.
“I think the event is going well, don’t you?”
He sets his drink down on a marble
coaster without taking his eyes off me. “Quite, but I never doubted your
capabilities, Miss Stevens.”
“Everyone seems to be enjoying
themselves and there’s a crowd lining the street. We’ve had to turn
people away,” I inform him.
“My accountant will be very happy to
hear that.”
I smile and look down at my hands,
which I’ve been inadvertently twisting into knots in my lap. He follows my
gaze. “Are you nervous, Miss Stevens?”
I inhale and fold my hands in between
my knees, crossing my legs. “Perhaps a little.”
He picks up his crystal tumbler and
stands. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he walks toward me and leans
against the desk. He removes his jacket and places it around my shoulders. As
he does so, he expertly removes the hair from my neck and gently caresses it at
the same time. The jacket is warm and smells of him, increasing the desire
growing in my belly.
“There’s no need for you to be
nervous, Danielle, we are two consenting adults coming to an agreement. We are
doing nothing wrong.” He loosens his tie and I note his expensive looking jade
and platinum cufflinks.
I clear my throat. “On second
thought, I think I will have that drink. Nothing heavy though, red wine if
you’ve got it.”
He walks toward a cocktail cart on
the adjacent wall and I watch his sculpted ass, thinking of how it would feel
to dig my nails into it. He returns and hands me a glass of a delicious
smelling wine. I smile and take it from him, carefully sipping at it as he
leans back onto his desk.
“So, have you given my proposition
any thought?”
I lower the glass and stare into the
dark red liquid. “I have.”
“And?”
I shrug. “It’s interesting.”
“Interesting as in you agree, or
interesting as in I should be locked up in a padded cell,” he prods.
I consider his words carefully before
raising my eyes to meet his. His stare burns with anticipation, although the
rest of his face is stoic, his chiseled jaw set in a way that would break
Michelangelo’s Heart. I lightly caress my lips with my tongue struggling to
find my voice.
“A little of both,” I say.
His eyes stare into mine, burning a
hole straight to the center of my core. My knees weaken and my sex tingles with
delight as I imagine what comes next.
“Does that mean you are saying yes,
Miss Stevens?”
I smile sweetly at him and nod. “Yes,
Mr. Black, I agree to the renegotiated terms of your contract.”
In one swift motion, he lunges at me
and wraps my mouth with his as he lifts me on top of his desk. His hands run
under the jacket and along my back, pushing it off me. I reciprocate by
wrapping my legs around his waist and placing my hands on his firm, strong back
kissing him back with fervor.
Kandice is…
…a serial lover of all things pink,
self-proclaimed chocoholic, home-schooling mother, and wannabe yogi.
Her debut erotica novel, Run to You,
the first in the series Run, is coming soon.
Kandi’s love of storytelling can be
traced back to her fourth grade year, when a history lesson on Native Americans
became too unimaginative for her liking. She took it upon herself to
liven things up by creating a story that was based on half-truths about a
self-named Indian Princess. Kandice is in fact of Native American heritage (her
great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee) and in her own mind a princess,
so you can see where her inspiration came from. Her story was a huge hit
with friends, and an author was born.
Kandice was born and raised in rural
Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and three children.
Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the
west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.
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