Sailor Moon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tricking Desire ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: This is just a little prologue/teaser that was in my head and
wouldn’t leave me alone. So I decided to write it up real quick
and post it, just to see the type of feedback I would get. I eventually
will add more to this, but for right now, this will represent the
Prologue. All of my other stuff will be updated in due time…


Disclaimer: I don’t plan on owning Sailor Moon anytime
soon…do you?


Tricking Desire: Prologue




He watched from the shadows as she took on her next dance
partner, another slobbering simpleton; one with probably not
enough knowledge to pleasure himself, let alone a female. Oh,
but she was flaunting her newest plaything, making sure that
everyone who looked saw exactly what she wanted them to see…


He grit his teeth and felt his relaxed grip on his martini turn to
one of death as the unknown partner pulled her body closer
than necessary to his own. She knew what it would do to him,
what it would make him feel, to have to watch another man
put his hands on his woman, on her.


A low snarl escaped his throat as he lifted the abused glass
to his parched lips to quench his thirst. Yet the sip he took from
the beverage failed in its job, and to prevent himself from
crushing his host’s fine glass, he downed the liquid in its entirety
in one heated gulp. Not once had he been so aroused, yet felt
so threatened by a woman, especially one of her caliber.
Never had he been so enticed, so tempted…only to have the
delightful treat snatched back each and every time.


She feared him, and he desired her. She wanted nothing to do
with him and he wanted to everything to do with her. She felt
he had been a mistake, one of few, and he wanted her to
surrender to the power she held so highly above his head.
He hated her and yet, he wanted no other man’s fingers
to mar such beauty. Damn…he had never been able to resist
fine pair of legs…or a nice set of wits for that matter.


Smiling darkly, he ran a tanned and calloused hand through
his sexily rumpled lavender head of hair. At the age of
twenty-eight he had become the envy of every wealthy
businessman alive. Everything his strong, capable hands
touched turned to gold…to wealth of the green and papery
sort, and such abilities had earned him the nickname, Midas.
But only behind closed doors where frightened, little balding
men of business thought he wasn’t listening. Unfortunately for
them, he had eyes and ears everywhere and he enjoyed
feeling their fear, relished tasting the power of control as it coated
his tongue like the sweet taste of a well-aged shot of brandy.


His build was large, though he stood only six foot two, and every inch
of his compact-god given body was covered in muscle. The
lavender hair which adorned the top of his head hung just above
his shoulders and clashed with his own set of fiery blue eyes. His mouth
was firm, but his lips were soft, cool and made for giving pleasure…
and taking it. Large, rough hands made him gentle, but his passions
made him ruthless…a dangerous combination.


The woman he had his eye on wasn’t just beautiful, she was gorgeous,
and she knew it. She had the body of a dancer, with legs that went on
for miles, firm muscles and flawless pale skin. Her hair, which felt like
whipped silk when he ran his fingers through it, was the color of
sweet honey and sunlight, and her lips, the very lips that drove him to
madness each time they touched his own, were full and pink…and only
protected by a thin layer of Rose colored lip gloss. Her laugh was sexy
and innocent at the same time because she didn’t have to try, it just
came naturally. She flaunted her body at the appropriate times as
to keep herself from being seen as too available. Even though he spoke
a multitude of exotic languages, he had yet to come up with the
perfect word to describe her…except for one…


His.


And there she was, allowing another man to place his hands on
her body, a body which she had willingly allowed him to pleasure
with his own two hands. She had surrendered her body to his
waiting arms and together the two had them had traveled to places
that the human mind could barely begin to contemplate.


Then she’d gone away, just slipped from his bed in the middle of
the night after a heated bout of lovemaking. She didn’t return
his calls, so he’d stopped calling at all. She had sent the flowers
that had been delivered for her back to him unopened. She had
even refused to see him. But that was then, and this was now.


Trunks watched coolly as her dance partner leaned down to whisper
something in her ear. In response she gave him a sultry smile
and a nod, before proceeding to exit the dance floor together.
He watched them disappear into the crowd and felt his temper begin
to rise, but then she reappeared a second later, alone, and headed in
the direction of the Coat Check Area. It was then, for the first time
that entire night, he let a smile grace his features, because for the
first time all night, he had finally gotten what he wanted…



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“Let’s see here,” she murmured to herself as she searched for her
coat, “where did they hang my coat…?”


‘Oh, this is *so* annoying…’



She stared down in dismay at the number on the scrap of paper she
had been handed after the removal of her coat in the front entry-way.


Out of habit, she turned to look over her shoulder, only to find
herself alone.


Good.


Great.


Thank God.


Thirty seconds later, thankfully, she located her coat, put it on and
prepared to make her way towards the door. Her hand contacted with
knob, but when it came time to twist it, it wouldn’t budge.


Sweet Jesus! She’d managed to lock herself in the Coat Check! Fuck!


“Oh jeeze…” She grumbled to herself. Not one to waste anytime, she
reached a hand into her purse and fumbled for a hair pin or paper clip;
anything that could possibly pick a lock.


She smiled in triumph when her fingers closed over a hair pin. She’d be
out of here in no time!


No sooner had she inserted the pin into the lock she heard the
voice, and she jolted out of shock.


She refused to turn around and meet his eyes; she didn’t want to have
to look at his perfect mouth that was no doubt twisted into some
seductive smirk.


“I didn’t know you could pick locks, Gorgeous.” His smooth silky voice
filled the room and the vibrations of his deep, sexy voice coursed
over her skin, sending small waves of desire rippling through her.


Oh hell…Fuck!


“Did you do this?” Her voice was husky, but controlled, and by God
he wished she would only turn and face him. He wanted to touch
her, taste and feel her smooth, pale skin until she was forced to
whisper his name over and over; just like the last time he’d taken her.


“Well, I know I didn’t, but whether you give me the key or not,
I'm getting out of here. Somebody’s waiting for me and we have
plans; so stay the fuck over there away from me and I won’t
have to do anything drastic. You’re a fucking Lunatic!”


“Who is he?”


‘Oh wow…’


“Are you serious? You just locked us both in a Coat Check and
you’re worried about some guy!?” She turned to stare at him,
eyes blazing and teeth clenched.


His eyes hardened, but he flashed a cool smile that didn’t reach his
eyes.


“Are you going to sleep with him?”


She took a step forward. “That’s none of your business, Trunks. My life,
in general, is none of your business! How many times do I have to tell
you this? Get away from me!”


“You didn’t answer the question. Are you and Junior going back to
his place for a little After-Party?”


‘Hmmm…’ The blonde smiled sweetly, before responding sexily.
“No, we’re going to my place, and his name’s Anthony. Now mind your
own Goddamn business!”


“And do you honestly think he’ll be enough to satisfy you, Gorgeous?
I don’t think he knows how to touch you. Does he know what spots
turn you on, and which spots send you over the edge? I don’t think
Junior can even begin to make you feel the way I can…”


His body was now pressed against hers, and she could feel her
traitorous body responding to his scent, to his touch. Trunks
nuzzled his face in her hair and groaned softly as her perfume
overrode his senses.


“I bet he doesn’t even know your full name, or how you like
your coffee in the morning right after you’ve made love straight
through the night and into the morning. The poor boy probably
doesn’t even know how to sate that voracious appetite of yours;
you’d eat him alive and you know it.”


‘This is so wrong!’ She thought to herself. ‘I said I’d never let him
again; I promised. This can’t happen, and he can go to hell, the Bastard!’


“This can’t happen Trunks!” Thank God her voice sounded firm,
because inside she was shaking.


He cupped her delicate chin in his large hands and tilted her head
up to look him in the eyes.


“It can’t?”


“It won’t!”


He chuckled softly; subtly dismissing her resolve.


“Why not?”


“Because it’s wrong! Being in here with you is wrong! Talking to you
about this is wrong!” She pushed roughly against his chest with
her sweaty palms, but he refused to budge.


He pressed her against the door and lowered his lips to her neck,
nibbling gently until he heard her sigh. “It wasn’t so wrong last
time baby…or the time before that…”


Without waiting for a response he covered her lips with his own,
effectively silencing all of her protests as he slipped his tongue
in her mouth. One hand slid up her thigh while the other moved
down to cup her breast.


When he finally released her lips and allowed her to breathe, her
breath was coming in gasps and her cheeks were flushed. She
was brought back to reality when the hand that was on her
breast squeezed her lightly before reaching behind her to toy
with the clasp of her gown.


“No.”


“You don’t mean that, Sweetheart.”


“The fuck I don’t! I'm not going to do this to her again.”

“You enjoyed that as much as I did, don’t deny it.”


“It’s still wrong…Trunks please… We can’t do this to her
it’s…its wrong!”


He grinned and smoothed a hand over her forehead before
moving her leg and wrapping it around his waist so that his
hardened arousal was pressing against her abdomen, making
her whimper.


“No it’s not my dear, Serena…It’s only wrong when you get
caught.”



END


AN: Well…big surprise with the pairing here lol… Let me know what
you think of this and maybe I’ll try to expand this idea more. I don’t
know what I’ll do with it, but maybe when I have some free time
I’ll add to it, but it all depends on what you guys think…SO please
REVIEW, and let me KNOW what YOU think lol! ^_^


Luv ya Much!

~Galaxystar~