Biology Dare to Love: Biology Dare to Love, #1

By Chavez Christian

At one point in my life I was called Paulina Ferguson, but now I just want to be called Ina, as my older brother called me when we were kids.
What many people dream is my nightmare, having blue blood has only brought misfortune to my life. The people who were my world have been taken from me, forcing me to flee the city where I was born, but now I return to London determined to find what belongs to me.
Cooking is my passion, it's the only thing that keeps me focused, that and sex. His placebo effect was what led me that night to meet him, Connor Bellamy, and because of him everything changed.
I'm afraid of falling in love, my demons don't allow me to move forward and when I try to be happy, they come out to torment me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alexandra Rago
• Release date: Feb 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215949795

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Part I

The corpse of my love

CHAPTER 1

Ina was happy as she had graduated with honors from the Cordon Bleu Culinary Institute. [1] , from Paris. She only had a few hours in London, her hometown, she wanted to rest since she would start work on Monday, but Lorraine, her best friend, did not find it difficult to convince her to go out to a party to celebrate her achievements.

Funky Buddha had become the most exclusive nightclub in the city and only a select group could enter, including The Royals, [2] as they called the nobles today. That is why they considered that this was the ideal place to celebrate their achievements and the long-awaited return of the girl.

Paulina, as her real name was, was born into one of the most privileged families in the country. His father had been part of the House of Lords, while his mother, of one of the noble houses that belonged to that great line of succession to the throne of England. That wasn't something she liked to brag about, however, sometimes she and her friends used the influence of her last name to get certain favors.

When they arrived they did not have to wait, because just by saying their names the doors opened wide. They entered accompanied by Charlotte, a stuffy friend of Lorraine's whom Ina detested, and Jean Piere, a classmate from cooking school whom the other girl affectionately called Her lapdog several times.

For that night, Ina chose a black pencil dress by Alexander Mcqueen , her favorite designer, and that of many in the city. This showed, in her pronounced neckline, the autumn leaves that she had tattooed on her chest.

Damn, this is going to blow up! Lorraine yelled so they could hear her over the music, as Hills from The Weekend played on the spot.

Ina nodded in response. A bit stunned by the music, she swept the place with her eyes and when she located Andrew Britt, who was the brand new owner of the venue and also a great friend of her brother's, she didn't think twice. She approached where he was chatting with some men and signaled to her friends to follow her. She walked determined towards him while drawing the looks of the men in her path.

Andrew, noticing the two beautiful women approaching him and attracted by Ina's beauty, decided to meet them on the way.

She doesn't love you and that's why you can't be with her, he repeated to himself that mantra he had had since she had become a woman, the most beautiful on the planet for him.

However, he couldn't stop feeling that love and an immense frustration for not being able to possess her. He was sure that she belonged to him and at the same time he felt her so far away that he was unnerved by not being able to be by her side.

When she was within his reach, the first thing he did was take her by the waist and lift her up to melt into a hug.

Ina, who didn't like that kind of affectionate display at all, reciprocated, perhaps because of the longing for the old moments lived together with him and the long time she spent without seeing him.

Every day that passes you become a very beautiful woman, Andrew whispered in her ear and kissed her neck, inhaling that intoxicating fragrance of roses in spring that he recognized as the same one she had worn when she was young.

Liar, Ina replied, waving her comment away. Can I ask you to help me hide a bit and be treated like royalty?

You know you don't have to ask for it, he answered, outlining a smile.

Andrew waved one of the waitresses over, giving her a few directions as she did. Then she urged Ina to follow her, saying goodbye to her for just a moment as she planned to be her escort when closing the shop.

They followed the waitress to another quieter environment: a minimalist room where black and white colors prevailed. The armchairs and couches were arranged to accommodate no more than twenty people; The space had a private bar, so they didn't have to mingle with the rest of the customers, and just behind it there was a mirrored wall with a beautiful piece of furniture that housed the bottles of the drinks that were served there.

Separating commoner from royalty , Ina rolled her eyes in mockery at his ironic thought.

Inside the room there were four men talking, the young woman's gaze instinctively met with inquisitive green eyes, which from afar observed all her movements like an animal on the prowl. This individual could not go unnoticed by anyone, as he had a muscular body worked in a gym, a square jaw and hair almost the color of gold carelessly combed. He was wearing a gray pinstriped suit and a white shirt with no tie open to the third button.

No, for her that man had not gone unnoticed, perhaps he could be the welcome powder she needed and thus she would forget a bit what tormented her since she had landed in London.

Connor Bellamy couldn't believe that this woman was real. The black dress hugged her hourglass body perfectly, but the wonderful thing was getting a glimpse of her tattooed skin with leaves running across her chest in what little the neckline of that garment revealed. He took a swallow of his scotch and decided that tonight he would leave the premises with that girl.

Ina smiled as the waiter brought her her first drink of vodka and she took a sip, enjoying the sting of the colorless liquid. She had always differed from the rest of the women of high society in everything, she was not the typical blonde with light eyes or strong character. She forged a concept of a rude and partying woman since the premature death of her parents and that of the great love of her life. The black sheep, that's what her best friend used to call her when she wanted to annoy her patience a bit, and she was, she didn't deny it, because she hated being part of a society full of prejudices and secrets that many were dying to discover.

Charlotte and Lorraine raised their champagne glasses while Jean Piere did the same with his glass of scotch.

—To the start of a successful career as a chef! Lorraine toasted.

The stunning blonde winked at Ina and she smiled behind her glass.

-Health! —Everyone toasted the honoree.

Lorraine walked over to Ina, taking her hand to get her attention. She approached to whisper worriedly:

Don't drink too much, I beg you.

-I know, I know...

Ina, a little uneasy at her friend's reminder, sat down on a divan next to Charlotte. She did not understand what that woman was doing there, everyone knew that she was not her favorite person in the world, for this reason she did not hide her feelings towards her. Charlotte was one of the typical noble girls who were educated within the canons of English society, one of those who should not break the rules, everything was at stake for them, many had been educated to win the heart of the future King of England. However, all had failed in the attempt because his cousin had preferred a commoner.

—Paulina, I hope you stay longer in London and that you finally settle down. Hopefully this time you don't do a number of yours.

Ina pouted as she hated being called Paulina. For her, that girl had died six years ago when the thing she loved the most was taken from her. She preferred that they use the diminutive with which her brother called her, since it brought back good memories.

Charly, she spoke with a weary tone, knowing that the other young woman hated that diminutive. How long am I going to tell you to call me Ina and not Paulina? The warning in her voice was not lost on Lorraine standing nearby, but Ina went on, adding angrily, As for the mean girl thing, I'd rather be that than a society hanger-on.

- Ina! Lorraine scolded. She knew how explosive her friend could be from all the conflicts she had been through.

Completely ignoring her friend and her date, she took Jean Piere's hand and left the room to dance. They got lost in the crowd as Calvin Harris' Summer played. She smiled at the boy as they reached the middle of the floor and began to move to the music.

You look beautiful today, the Frenchman flattered her very kindly.

"Thank you, you're gorgeous.

Jean Piere was a man who drew the attention of women for his masculine beauty and charm, anyone would fall at his feet.

He had been knowing Paulina for four years, achieving a sincere friendship with her. He remembered that English girl who arrived lost and injured at the institute, she had an unbreakable armor with which she did not let anyone into her life and the few that were allowed to pass was only for a friendship. When Ina wanted sex it was only on her terms and with no strings attached. He could not deny that at first he was attracted to the beauty of the girl, however, he chose to stay as his friend because he had discovered the great heart he possessed and hid from the world for that deep pain.

Ina moved her body to the rhythm of the music, letting herself go and forgetting everything around her. He knew that this new stage of his life would not be easy; Returning to London, after that event that changed her life and made her practically an exile, made old grudges and regrets well up in her chest, something with which she had had to fight and had brought her countless complications as a consequence.

Minutes later, the Frenchman signaled to him indicating that he was returning to the VIP room. She nodded and continued dancing. Jean Piere, who was used to the girl being left alone, went for a drink.

While dancing, Ina felt that all her movements were being watched, she searched the crowd, but found no one and thought that perhaps it was her imagination.

Sia's chandelier began to ring ; that song identified her too much. He closed his eyes and lost himself moving to the rhythm of the music.

Party girls don't get hurt

can't feel anything, when will I learn?

I push it down, push it down.

(Party girls, don't get hurt

I can't feel a thing, when am I gonna learn?

She pushed it down, she pushed it down.)

Connor kept watching him. He was called by that cosmic energy that the girl radiated. He didn't think twice and approached her, stuck his torso behind her and caught her narrow waist.

Feeling the contact and a ragged breath on her neck, Ina turned away from the hold and met the burning gaze of the man she had seen in the VIP. She felt her skin warm just from him watching her and it threw her off a bit, but she recovered as fast as she could. It's time to play, he thought.

Sex was what he needed to forget about that need for alcohol and drugs that he felt that night. The pleasure would give him the placebo effect he needed.

Her thoughts became a back and forth of images of them having sex, making her sex wet. She let herself be carried away by what she felt sticking her body to his.

Connor thought he was dying when she got closer and began to move her hips to the rhythm of the music. His penis hardened, he wanted her and wanted to know what it would be like to feel that same sway over her sex. They danced three more songs between daring caresses.

He wanted to kiss her and possess her mouth, he turned her to face her and she smiled, placing her arms around his neck. The girl's lips were like a delicacy for this man, one he wanted to taste and feel in his sex. His longing, already uncontrolled, made him lower his face to hers, he stuck out his tongue and brushed her lips delicately and sensually, making her part them to allow him to enter.

Needy and thirsty, he pounced on her, fucked her mouth with his tongue, devouring her lips and making her respond with the same eagerness.

Ina's legs trembled causing her to wobble. Nevertheless, the adrenaline was still coursing through his bloodstream and causing his heart to race; she wanted more from this man who kissed her demandingly. A hoarse moan escaped her throat, imagining the pleasure it could offer her.

Connor, determined not to put on a show at the venue, broke the kiss and summoned all his rationality to get out of there. The girl aroused something primitive in him, he felt like an animal in heat. He wanted to possess her, but not here, but in his bed, he wanted to see her tremble in his arms and he had the whole night to do it.

Calm down, Connor. You're not a fifteen-year-old, you can stand a few hours.

-Come on. He took her by the wrist. Find your things and spend the night with me.

Ina hesitated for a moment not knowing whether to accept or not. «A fuck, you need a fuck to be calm» , she told herself, convincing herself that it was a good idea and she nodded, that kiss created in her an anxiety to go further, to explore what the blond could do.

She went to the room where her friends were waiting for her and, without saying anything, she took her bag and waved goodbye to the group.

—My friend, the night is just beginning! Lorraine yelled.

-Enjoy! she answered dryly. I'll call them tomorrow. He blew an air kiss.

Ina, please... Jean Piere caught her wrist, it hadn't escaped her that she had danced sensually with that man. Her voice was heavy with concern because she knew her friend was going to make a mistake. Do not do it.

She watched him for a few seconds, however, she ignored his request. She left the premises determined that that night was just to forget what was suffocating her so much. Opening the door she felt the drastic change in temperature, forcing her to take a deep breath. It was August and it was supposed to be summer, but in London that meant nothing since it rained whenever the sky pleased.

He raised his face and felt a few drops of rain fall on it. She loved that feeling because it took her back to her adolescence and that night in the meadow where she lost her innocence.

Someone pulled her arm pulling her out of her reverie, when she turned her face and found the adonis with whom she had kissed, she couldn't help drawing a satisfied smile on her lips. The stranger took her by the hand and began to walk with her, dragging her.

Silence reigned between them, while she appreciated his tight behind encased in tailored pants. She enjoyed the view until she heard him set the alarm on a vintage Aston Martin, almost identical to James Bond's.

Wow, the man has style, she thought to herself.

Connor opened the passenger door displaying his good manners and saw that the girl hesitated for a moment, so he nodded to her as an invitation to get in the car.

She's afraid and at the same time she wants me to possess her, he explained.

Paulina tried not to think too much, because if she did, she would jump out of that vehicle. She took a deep breath and began to imagine what she could do to this man. Feeling her bulge as she danced gave her a little idea of what he was preparing for her that night. She squeezed her legs when she noticed that she was getting more wet. Along the way, the sexual tension could be cut with a knife and the two settled into an awkward silence that increased desire.

CHAPTER 2

Connor stopped the car at a small two-story building in Chelsea and pulled a remote from the glove compartment to activate the garage door. As he got in, he turned off the car and, without saying a word, pulled his seat back. He just wanted to see what was in that dress.

He picked Ina up like a doll and straddled her, their bodies fitting perfectly and they both liked that. Without speaking, she grabbed him by the hair and passionately pressed against his lips. This time the kiss was urgent and needed, he inserted his tongue into her mouth, invading her space.

Ina couldn't suppress her moans at the intrusion and the jerks that were awakening in her with just a kiss. The two of them surrendered to passion and desire, the masculine hands ran over Ina's body caressing each of her curves. Little by little, she raised her dress in a subtle caress until it was at waist level. She began to move rhythmically on the man's erection, looking for some kind of friction that will help increase their pleasure.

He suddenly broke the kiss, lowered his face to her neckline and thus revealed the breasts of the young woman who was not wearing a bra. She blushed at the intensity of that look and saw the way he licked her lips, like a wolf about to eat its prey, while his hands cupped her breasts.

Connor massaged them, discovering their perfect size as they divinely filled the palms of his hands. Instinctively he introduced one of her nipples into his mouth and a hoarse moan escaped from his throat. He slowly sucked on the nipple as he caressed the other with his fingers.

Ina, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was receiving, gasped while her mind was clouded for the moment; he was making her forget everything that tormented her, sex was like a drug to erase everything bad from her memory.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, she threw her head back, closing her eyes tightly and intensifying the sway of her hips, seeking the necessary friction to reach orgasm.

He, meanwhile, continued with his torturous and pleasant attention. He slowly lowered one of his hands to her thighs and caressed them with the intention of reaching her center. He got a big surprise when he noticed that the girl was not wearing any kind of underwear. Connor smiled thinking that she was a box of surprises, he opened the folds with his fingers and moaned when he felt how wet and ready she was to receive him.

He inserted two fingers, penetrating her with constant movements while his thumb caressed her clit making circles over it. Feeling how she responded, he inserted a third finger preparing her for his member. He observed in ecstasy the beautiful flushed face of the girl while he memorized each of her feminine features: her lips parted due to labored breathing, her outlined nose and those eyes like precious sapphires ; she reminded him of Snow White with her black hair.

He released the breast that he had in one of his hands and took her by the neck. Looking into her eyes, he saw that her pupils were dilated with pleasure. With his other hand he unbuckled his belt and clumsily lowered his pants to get his member out of his boxer quickly, because he needed release his erection that throbbed inside.

Ina lowered her gaze, surprised by the large and beautiful member in front of her eyes, the shiny pink bud where the first drops of pre-cum were perceptible.

Connor reached anxiously in his pocket for a condom.

Fuck it! I yell when I can't find it.

He took his member and penetrated her with a single thrust, both of them gasping at the sensation and remaining still for a few seconds. He forced himself not to come because of the pleasure that the tightness of that girl's vagina caused him.

Ina took a deep breath, getting used to this invasion. He decided to take the reins and began to move in search of the pleasure he needed at that very moment.

Forget, the orgasm would make her forget and then she would take care of the rest.

-Fuck! she moaned through her teeth as she moved.

Connor had never had sex with a woman who gave herself up in such a way, awakening in him a desire to possess her not just this once, but all night. Their bodies molded perfectly as if they were made for each other.

He took one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing it hard, while with the other he explored the delicate skin of her back, sliding to the curve of her behind. He brushed against the groove, tempted to explore it, and watched his reaction to that invasion, ecstatic, a guttural sound escaped him.

Beautiful, yes like that, he murmured, delighting in the girl's movements.

Ina moaned from the caresses she received in her anus and the vaginal penetration, making her fluids increase with pleasure. She increased the rhythm of her movements to reach orgasm as soon as possible and also to take advantage of the night that she was still young.

Connor was hungry for her breasts, he took one to his lips biting the nipple gently and then paying the same attention to the other.

Their breaths were broken by the effort and the windows of the vehicle were gradually fogging up. He began to feel a pressure in his testicles indicating that his orgasm was approaching, he automatically brought his hands to her hips to increase the intensity of the thrusts. The swing of the girl's hips was getting faster and she was looking for friction at the exact point. After five more penetrations they both exploded in a devastating orgasm, Ina lay on the stranger's chest, her body even Ina's body fell on his chest

Connor waited for their bodies to calm down and he pulled out his semi-erect member. He kissed her mouth swallowing her moans.

—It's just the beginning, little one, because if you give me the whole night I'll make you reach the nirvana of pleasure. he said with a smile.

Ina nodded, she needed to be in Heaven and then go down to Hell. They got out of the car and he picked her up to take her inside his house.

The flame of desire was inextinguishable at that moment. They fucked again on the stairs in a wild and unrestrained way before going up, the morning did not exist in their minds.

Hours later, Connor watched as the young woman slept peacefully at his side. It had been years since he had been carried away by attraction and pleasure in such a primitive way, his life was focused on his restaurant and his eight-year-old daughter, however, that woman caught his attention from the first moment he stepped foot the private room of the club. The hours of shared passion were the best in a long time, now all he had to do was wake up in a few hours and meet her. A smile escaped him at the fact that he didn't even know her name, there were no more words between them, there was only room for passion and desire.

How beautiful she is! he thought, enamored like a fifteen-year-old schoolboy.

He ran his finger over the beautiful flowers that he had tattooed on his back and the ribbons that came off that corsage that led to some beautiful swallows that he had on his side and joined the small leaves on his