The Golden Chalice by Sienna Mynx Page A

her.
    She’d said she loved him and she meant it. She’d said she forgave him, and she was trying. She tried desperately, in that moment, to let go. Lee’s face lifted and he released her nipple from the soft suction.
    He drew her dress off her shoulders and cast it aside. Next went her bra. Michelle stood in her strappy heels and thong. Lee unbuttoned his shirt and she took in his tempting, male physique. Her mouth dried from one look at the hard beauty of his chest, the powerful arms, the scattering of curled, black hair that narrowed over the flat plane of his lower abdomen and disappeared so tastily down below his belt. Her gaze froze on his hand as he released his buckle and lowered his zipper. The rich outlines of his muscles strained against his sleeves of his open shirt. Lee smirked, approaching her once more.
    Michelle sat on the bed, scooted toward the headboard. Her heels dragged the duvet with her.
    “My answer?” Lee said.
    “The question?”
    “Will you marry me, Michelle Dixon? Will you be my wife?”
    She stared into his eyes. The matter had been settled with the game of pretend. But she’d have to see the fantasy through. She understood. And the idea of the game lessened some of her doubts and anxiety. She gazed into his soft, liquid irises as he crawled over her and hovered. With just one look into his eyes, a girl could forget how deceptive and dangerously compelling her bad boy could be.
    “I…yes. Yes. I’ll do it.”
    Lee smirked. “That wasn’t hard, was it?”
    Michelle smiled. “You have no idea.”
    Satisfied with her answer, he gave her another mischievous smirk. He withdrew and shed his shirt. When he returned to her, his hands softly caressed her hips before slowly removing her thong. The seduction was maddening. Each delay and act of restraint from her lover became torture, a cruel deprivation. Michelle raised her arms and gave a feline stretch, with her hands flat to the headboard. Lee’s hot gaze remained riveted when she parted her thighs and pointed her dancer toe at him, beckoning. Lee smiled.
    It worked. The slow tease ceased. He dragged off his shoes and socks, stripped off his trousers and underwear. Her heart slowed to a heavy pounding beat at the sight of his proud, erect cock. Its thickness made her squirm with lust. Desire stirred the hot throbbing ache between her legs.
    If only they were different…he were different…she were different…if only ….
    He came over the bed, bringing the belt with him, and Michelle licked her lips, a coil of apprehension knotting deep in her core. She knew he could be gentle, but she liked it better when he played rough.
    “So beautiful,” he said, kissing her knee, thigh, the neatly trimmed hairs covering the mound of her pussy. “Tell Lee what you desire.”
    Michelle lifted her arms and put her wrists together to be restrained. Lee looped his belt around and tightened the binding—fastening her to the headboard.
    “Me, too,” he groaned, his voice now husky with desire.
    She hooked a leg around his hip and rubbed her sex against his hardness.
     
     
    Damn her to hell for bewitching him so. He’d lay his empire at her feet to be petted by this supple pussy, which he planned to pound into submission. Lust and need threatened to overwhelm him as he gazed down upon her. Resisting temptation to take her, he traced her edible mouth with the ball of his thumb. Her long, even lashes nearly shut and his memories of their love filled him with hope.
    “I will give you the life you deserve. You won’t regret this.”
    “But you will.” She slipped him a secretive smile.
    Eventually time would heal their wounds, and she’d come to love him again. Believe in them. Give him children. He kissed her. She whimpered in frustration and tugged on her restraints.
    To hell with her need to harden their love; he desired her soft and pliant.
    Lee started with little kisses, first her mouth, the delicate line of her jaw, next her throat and the