Intimate Knowledge Book 1 Part 2 Read Online Free
Author: Helen Karol
raging urge to touch her, to heat her body with my own. I want her to take this in logically, not physically. “When I saw you in my kitchen this morning, for a moment, I actually believed the strength of my desire conjured you up.” My voice ends in a muffled growl as I relive the power of that moment.
She turns then and steps back from me creating a distance between us. I see a fleeting echo of matching passion in her wide eyes before she favors me with her enigmatic, faraway look. When she speaks, her voice takes on an aggressive note that pushes me to arm’s length, but I can detect a trembling, heated tone at odds with her words.
“Look, I’m very flattered, Mr. Gold. I apologize if I have given you the wrong impression this morning, but I am one of your grandmother’s pledges. Her rules are very clear on fraternization. I am not one of your Boston rich, society girls. Your father’s scholarship means a lot to me.”
She has chosen her words well. They are meant to remind me of my position of power and responsibility over her as the Mr. Gold in the Gold Legacy Scholarship. She is hoping to inspire a sense of duty and perhaps some shame over my ‘improper’ advances. I cross my arms giving her the distance she seems to need without backing off. My muffled growl of before now becomes full fledged.
“Nice try, Raisa. Not a bad strategy. It might even work if I actually gave a flying fuck about any of what you just said. I am quite capable of handling my grandmother and her archaic rules. And my father’s scholarship originates from tainted, blood money. You are better off without it. I have more than enough uncontaminated wealth to take care of you and any of your needs, scholarship or otherwise.
My words jolt her out of her affected pose, unnerving her. Her eyes blink and she rolls the brochure in her hands, mangling it. I push my advantage, leaning in to tell her. “Oh and lose the Mr. Gold. It’s Leo. Get used to saying it. To the feel of it on your tongue. You will be moaning it and screaming it when I am thrusting deep inside you.” I take a step closer and she does not back off. I look her straight in the eye. She draws in her breath, but she does not flinch and looks straight back, while I inform her quietly. “I intend to fuck you so deep and fill you so completely, it will feel like I’m still throbbing inside you all the next day and my name will be pounding just as deep and full inside your head.”
We stare at each other, our breathing indicative of our heightened emotions. Her body shows some signs of the effect of my words, but her face is unreadable. Despite my excitement, my instincts start to hone in. She has too much control, too much finesse for a twenty-eight year old law student who works part-time as an admin clerk. My eyes and thoughts narrow. Any other woman I know would be blatantly aroused by now. My graphic and blunt seduction tactics have always worked in the past. Women like to be sexually shocked, especially the women I mix with. I make up for it with plenty of tender romance later.
Raisa Gordon is clearly nothing like any of the women I have known.
She straightens, throws back her shoulders, favors me with another enigmatic look and says, flat voiced. “Thanks for the warning.” After a pause, she pointedly adds. “ Leo .”
Hell. She is a cool one. I start to grow excited at the challenge. Conquering her could be the ultimate turn on. There will be no swift seduction here. I move back, giving us both space to regroup.
Chapter Seven
I hold our stare across the acceptable distance he has maintained throughout his blunt declaration. It hardly matters. The heat generated by our connection eradicates the space between us. Just as the subtle sexuality of capturing my hand destabilized me, his correct physical remoteness intensifies the power of his words. Satisfied
She turns then and steps back from me creating a distance between us. I see a fleeting echo of matching passion in her wide eyes before she favors me with her enigmatic, faraway look. When she speaks, her voice takes on an aggressive note that pushes me to arm’s length, but I can detect a trembling, heated tone at odds with her words.
“Look, I’m very flattered, Mr. Gold. I apologize if I have given you the wrong impression this morning, but I am one of your grandmother’s pledges. Her rules are very clear on fraternization. I am not one of your Boston rich, society girls. Your father’s scholarship means a lot to me.”
She has chosen her words well. They are meant to remind me of my position of power and responsibility over her as the Mr. Gold in the Gold Legacy Scholarship. She is hoping to inspire a sense of duty and perhaps some shame over my ‘improper’ advances. I cross my arms giving her the distance she seems to need without backing off. My muffled growl of before now becomes full fledged.
“Nice try, Raisa. Not a bad strategy. It might even work if I actually gave a flying fuck about any of what you just said. I am quite capable of handling my grandmother and her archaic rules. And my father’s scholarship originates from tainted, blood money. You are better off without it. I have more than enough uncontaminated wealth to take care of you and any of your needs, scholarship or otherwise.
My words jolt her out of her affected pose, unnerving her. Her eyes blink and she rolls the brochure in her hands, mangling it. I push my advantage, leaning in to tell her. “Oh and lose the Mr. Gold. It’s Leo. Get used to saying it. To the feel of it on your tongue. You will be moaning it and screaming it when I am thrusting deep inside you.” I take a step closer and she does not back off. I look her straight in the eye. She draws in her breath, but she does not flinch and looks straight back, while I inform her quietly. “I intend to fuck you so deep and fill you so completely, it will feel like I’m still throbbing inside you all the next day and my name will be pounding just as deep and full inside your head.”
We stare at each other, our breathing indicative of our heightened emotions. Her body shows some signs of the effect of my words, but her face is unreadable. Despite my excitement, my instincts start to hone in. She has too much control, too much finesse for a twenty-eight year old law student who works part-time as an admin clerk. My eyes and thoughts narrow. Any other woman I know would be blatantly aroused by now. My graphic and blunt seduction tactics have always worked in the past. Women like to be sexually shocked, especially the women I mix with. I make up for it with plenty of tender romance later.
Raisa Gordon is clearly nothing like any of the women I have known.
She straightens, throws back her shoulders, favors me with another enigmatic look and says, flat voiced. “Thanks for the warning.” After a pause, she pointedly adds. “ Leo .”
Hell. She is a cool one. I start to grow excited at the challenge. Conquering her could be the ultimate turn on. There will be no swift seduction here. I move back, giving us both space to regroup.
Chapter Seven
I hold our stare across the acceptable distance he has maintained throughout his blunt declaration. It hardly matters. The heat generated by our connection eradicates the space between us. Just as the subtle sexuality of capturing my hand destabilized me, his correct physical remoteness intensifies the power of his words. Satisfied
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