Devil Reformed

Devil

Reformed

Sonja Brown

Published by Malherbe Publishers

First Edition

Copyright © Sonja Brown

ISBN 978-1-928413-57-8

Bookcover: With recognition to Celeste Artworks, Instanbul

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1

Oh Marcus, if only you knew that my need to be with you was so overwhelming sometimes… The image of your face just comes up spontaneously… It is so real I can almost reach out and touch you, put my hand on your cheek and run my thumb over your soft lips. I can feel your eyes resting on my face and I can sense the tenderness in them without even having to look up…you were so perfect…

Celine bit her trembling bottom lip until she tasted blood. Damn! Why did life have to be so unfair? She had the same lifelike dream each night when she eventually fell asleep. In this dream her eyes lifted up to his, radiating the ardent love she had felt growing inside her heart, only to draw her breath as she saw the same power glowing from his eyes. His presence continually soothed her into peaceful serenity. Somehow she knew that she could always count on him. Only, no one counted on him dying this prematurely a mere three weeks ago.

Celine didn’t hear the car pull up. Firstly, she was in a dream world of her own, and secondly, the engine of the sporty black Volvo ran as silently as a purring cat. The owner of the magnificent automobile sat in his car, staring at the woeful woman who was seated under a huge oak tree, her denim clad legs pulled up, and while she hugged her knees, cried soul wrenching sobs.

His jaw clenched. He wasn’t expecting a scene like this. From what he had heard, Celine Kinnear was a nineteen-year-old headstrong female that inherited a bed and breakfast setup here when her aunt Bennetta died six months ago. He also accepted that she underhandedly lured his younger brother into her web of charm, or whatever it was that attracted him, and married him without his family’s knowledge or permission.

Now it was his duty to fetch her and bring her to the family farm so that she could sign a document in order to inherit Marcus’ share of the family estate and businesses. All would be kept in trust, of course, but the thought of a silly stranger entering the tight-knit circle of the Golding clan made his stomach turn.

Celine dried her eyes with a handkerchief and lifted her head. Her heart gave a jolt as she saw the stranger in his flashy black car. She knew instantly that he was related to Marcus. He had the same features, only his face had more years etched on them, and his mouth was grim. Marcus’ face always had a smile on it.

She didn’t get up. She couldn’t even if she wanted to. Her legs felt like they were implanted with lead and her heart felt even heavier.

Garret exhaled slowly and opened his door. The sooner this was done, the better. He had spent the last few days consulting with lawyers from near and far to find out if the will Marcus left would indeed be valid, and he always got the same answer. That is what brought him here. To inform this hussy of her cushy inheritance. He slammed the door shut and walked towards Celine.

She watched him from when he got out of his car right up to the second when she came face to face with him. Neither spoke. Both tried to sum the other one up, and both failed.

Celine? Celine…Golding? How he battled to add his surname to the name of a little gold digger such as this one in front of him!

She never spoke, just nodded her head.

I am Garret. Garret Golding. Marcus’ brother.

She still didn’t speak.

He took a deep breath and said: I am here to fetch you for a short spell to our family estate in Jeffrey’s Bay to meet with our family attorney about the will Marcus left behind.

Celine looked puzzled. Marcus had never mentioned anything about a will. He never even mentioned that he belonged to a family that owned some sort of estate!

I gather you do have a tongue in that young head of yours? Garret said irritably.

I am not going anywhere, thank you. She looked at him coldly. You, and your family, and your estate, can keep the will and its contents to yourselves.

Garret was taken aback. He thought for a mere second that she had gone nuts, but decided that this had to be a clever ploy to make him think that she wasn’t really a little gold digger, but he knew otherwise. Nothing else made sense. His family didn’t know where Marcus disappeared to every weekend. It was just assumed that he went to one of the beech cottages. There were so many of them that it would have been difficult to ascertain that Marcus didn’t stay at any of them. Instead, it would seem, his brother was spending every free minute he had with this…this…

His mouth looked pure evil, Celine thought. She had no idea what was going through this man’s head, but she was sure she didn’t want to know what he was thinking. He looked like he could murder someone.

I didn’t think you heard me correctly the first time. You have inherited some land that my great grandfather left Marcus, as well as some race horses and stock in many of our companies. You have to accompany me so that the attorney can finalize the paperwork in order for the rest of the corporations to carry on with business as usual. All assets are run like a business, and each one generates an income. Out of all of the aforementioned things you will get a tidy sum of money each month. So much so that you will never have to work again in your entire life.

Celine didn’t hear what he said. All she could see was the lips moving, saying something. He had the same lips as Marcus. So soft and kissable when he doesn’t pull them into a straight line…

Garret realized that Celine wasn’t listening. The way she looked at his mouth made his heart jolt. It was as if nothing else existed but his moving mouth. Almost as if she wanted him to… God, she was sickening. One brother in the grave, and already she was looking to kiss the next one! He gave a groan of disgust.

Celine was in a trance. Marcus’ lips were talking to her. It must be her dream… In her dream she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed Marcus… Like this…

Garret was taken unawares when Celine got up, lifted her body, and put her soft lips to his mouth. She nibbled softly on his lower lip, licking the corners of his mouth with quick darts before sticking her tongue under his upper lip and exploring his mouth. She groaned softly. It felt so real! Marcus kissed her back then, just as she had always imagined, teasing her tongue with his own. He held her back with his left hand while the other rubbed gently over her left cheek. He groaned too. Celine felt like smiling. Finally she was getting to kiss Marcus and an intense heat was beginning to build up in her stomach. She pressed her hard nipples against his chest, wanting him to feel what he did to her.

Garret could feel himself swell with sudden desire. He was swept away by the instant bolt of lightning that surged through his loins. This made him lift Celine against him, her legs straddling his hips as he walked towards the porch. They were still kissing, both oblivious to the world around them as he entered the front door and walked into the first door he could see. It was the lounge.

Celine was on fire. Her eyes were kept shut in case she woke from this wonderfully sexy dream she was having. She wanted Marcus to make love to her. She wanted to feel his skin against hers for the first time…

Garret left Celine to unbutton his shirt and he groaned again when she put her hot mouth first over his one nipple, then over the next. She was a witch! He didn’t realize that she had unzipped her denims while she explored his smooth chest, pulling them down when she lowered her face to explore his navel. She went lower still, teasing the area above where his belt fastened, and when she finally lifted her mouth for more kisses, she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a t-shirt and lacy panties.

She put Garret’s shaking hands under her shirt and gasped when he cupped her throbbing breasts. He gently squeezed her nipples and she gasped as her stomach contracted violently. Her shirt was pulled of in one easy go, her hands now tugging at Garret’s belt. She wasn’t sure how to undo the buckle, so she guided his hands to it, willing him to unfasten it for her. He obliged while enjoying the second onslaught by her hot mouth on his taut stomach muscles.

She gasped as his pants dropped to the carpet, his desire for her very, very evident as it pressed against the cotton material of his underpants. Her hands wanted to take it off, but he stopped her and gently lowered her to the carpet. Garret watched her face, her eyes still firmly shut, but her mouth hungry for passion. She pressed her hips against his, ordering him with body language to get rid of the final piece of material barring them from carnal bliss.

Garret obliged, and after parting her long legs, slid himself into her wet invitation. Both gasped as he entered her; she because he was her