[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (10 page)

girl behind him appeared like she had a spark to her. She also

smiled and went right to the table with her bags. She also looked

Samara up and down.

“Samara, this is Devon and Kera Noved. Devon is one of my

best friends, and a major pain in the ass,” Dane said.

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Devon laughed, shoving one bag and the beer into Dane’s

hand. He extended his hand to Samara, which she took. “Nice to

meet you.”

“Hi.” Kera came over with her hand out to Samara also. “I

have to say, you’re a lot better than what I was expecting.”

“Huh?” Samara frowned.

“It means she likes you.” Devon draped his arm over Kera’s

shoulder. “Behave,” he pointed a finger at Kera. “Let’s eat!”

Samara was a bit confused and it must’ve shown on her face.

Dane came up to her and gave her a quick kiss before turning her

towards the table. With his hands on her shoulders, Samara was

powerless to do anything but sit down in the chair and let him get

the plates.

The food was spread out, and everything passed around the

table. It still felt strange for Samara to be able to sit down and eat

something hot before her father got to it, or eat until she was full,

not until the food ran out.

“Blaine called me last night,” Devon said, passing a box to

Kera on his left. “I told him you got married and I think he dropped

his cigar in his lap.”

Dane snickered and shook his head.

“He also said that Darius called him. Said that this high class

brothel, which used to be shut down, has reopened. Talk about

girls showing up for private viewing and expensive brutal nights.”

Dane had his fork halfway up to his mouth and stopped.

“And?”

“It was shut down about three years ago, but someone is

opening it up again with special invites only to the girls,” Devon

went on. “Price is half a mill to see a face, quarter to see a name.”

“And to see the flesh?” Dane asked.

“One and a half million.” Devon took a bite of his food.

Samara couldn’t touch a thing. “He also said that Darius called

him before he called me,” Devon went on. “Darius has an

invitation for a view for cost only.”

“Are you shitting me?” Dane asked, dropping his fork back on

his plate.

“What’s this mean?” Samara asked. There was something

about the way Devon was talking about girls being shown that

bothered her. “Dane, what’s going on?”

Dane slumped back in his chair with a sigh, looking at her.

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Samara’s gut turned at his expression. “Girls have been going

missing. Maybe one or two out of them come back, but the family

is keeping it quiet if they do. We’ve been looking into it, only

because we think we know who might be behind the kidnappings.”

“My dear cousin,” Devon stated with disgust in his voice.

“What?” Samara gasped.

“Maybe now isn’t the best time to be talking about this shit,”

Kera said.

Now she felt like she was going to throw up. Samara pushed

away from the table, stood up and rushed out of the dining room

towards the bathroom. She slammed the door, barely made it to

the toilet before what little dinner she had came right back up.

“Samara,” Dane knocked on the door. “You okay?”

She flushed, stood up, and went over to the sink. Turning the

water on, she bent, washed out her mouth, then her hands before

turning her back on the mirror and leaning back against the

counter to take a few deep breaths.

The door opened slowly and Dane entered. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, keeping her eyes down on the floor. He

came closer, took hold of her face, and brought her head up to

meet him in the eye. “Talk to me.”

What could she tell him? Hey, my father is a sick bastard who

was selling me for a peep show. I don’t think so. “I’m fine. Guess

some of the food just didn’t agree with me,” she shrugged. “I’m not

used to eating every day, remember?”

“You sure?” She nodded. “Okay.”

“Hey,” Kera popped her head in with a smile. “How about we

go shopping in the morning? I bet you need just about everything.”

“Sure,” Samara said.

“Great. Then I’ll drag Devon out of here, and be back to pick

you up say, ten. We can have lunch and everything.” Kera tapped

the doorframe before leaving the two of them alone.

Devon complained some about leaving, but with the front door

closing, Samara let out a ragged sigh.

“Now you want to tell me what’s really going on?” Dane

crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her.

“Nothing.” She brushed past him, back to the table where she

started to get to work at cleaning the mess up.

“Samara, I’ll admit that I don’t know you that well, but I also

have to say I think I know you enough to tell when you’re lying to

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me.” He took hold of her wrist when she bent over the table to pick

up one of the plates, stopping her. “Talk to me. Please.”

She took another deep breath and slowly lowered herself

down to the chair, but she still couldn’t look at him. Just meeting

his eyes had the dirty feelings washing over her. What should she

tell him? How much?

“I think my father is part of what you were talking about.” She

forced the words out. “Or at least he knows about it.”

“Why would you think that?”

I can’t tell you that.
“How else would he get the money that

he’s been getting lately?” It took a lot of willpower to move her

eyes up to meet him eye to eye. “He doesn’t work Dane. How the

hell could a man who doesn’t work bring home cash like he’s been

doing?”

Dane shook his head. “I think you’re making too much out of

this.”

“Or send Makayla away to a boarding school,” she rushed out,

standing back up. “I don’t know where, but come on. Any boarding

school around here costs a lot of money. Think about it.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that he might be doing something he

shouldn’t for money, but to get involved in kidnapping girls and

selling them. That’s stretching things.”

Her temper began to rise, but Samara held it at bay. She got

back to work at cleaning the table. “You’re right.”

She took the dishes to the sink and started rinsing them off.

But behind her, she could feel Dane’s eyes boring upon her back.

“There’s more, Samara,” he stated. “What are you still not

telling me?”

“Nothing.” She kept her back to him, loaded the dishwasher

and started to put the leftover food away.

“Samara.”

She tossed the towel to the counter and turned away, “I’m

going to bed. I’m tired and Kera is going to be here to pick me up

for shopping.”

* * * *

he knew without a doubt that she was holding something back.

His gut was screaming that it had to do with her father, but for

some strange reason she was only giving him half of the

information.

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He finished cleaning up what she started then went around

the house shutting off all the lights and locking everything up. He

was also tired, but with each step up the stairs he took, his cock

stirred and came alive. By the time he reached the master

bedroom, he had steel behind his jeans and the overwhelming

need to be as close to her as he could get.

She was on her belly, the sheet down at her thighs. One of

the short lace nighties he bought her was covering her body, but

showing him clearly that she had nothing on underneath it.

He undressed, letting his clothes fall to the ground. As gently

as he could, he picked up that sheet and pulled it down her legs

before crawling onto the bed.

He parted her legs, stopped between them, and slid his hands

up her thighs. Under the gown, up over her ass and around under

her. He touched her smooth flesh, parted the folds of her pussy

and touched her clit. Samara stirred but didn’t wake up, so Dane

kept on touching her.

He rubbed, moved his finger around the nub, feeling her get

wet in her sleep for him. She stirred again and this time, she woke

up.

“Dane?” Her voice was tired. “What are you doing?”

As gently as he could he brought her back towards him, up to

her knees and slowly entered her heat. He moaned as his cock

parted the slick fold of her vagina, stretching her and burning him.

“God, you feel heavenly,” he gasped, grinding into her. “Like

I’ve died and gone straight to heaven each time we come

together.”

He moved, steady and strong. Withdrew, and slid forward.

Each thrust she gasped and tightened around him. Her hands

fisted into the sheet, head hung down, and hair covered her face

from him.

Harder, faster he moved until the bed began to rock. The

gasps that came from Samara turned into moans and pants. All

too quickly, it was over.

She cried out as she tightened around his shaft. She milked

him, pulled for his climax, leaving him powerless to hold back for

one more orgasm from her. He swelled, exploded, and dropped

down onto the bed with her body held securely in his arms.

“You can trust me, Samara,” he said after some time of

silence passed between them. “I hope you know that.”

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Kera showed up right at ten. Samara left with her to go

shopping and Dane made sure they both understood that Samara

could get what she needed and wanted. Alone in the house, he

walked around with a cup of coffee in one hand and the

newspaper in the other.

Dane always liked having the house to himself, but now that

he had someone to share it with, it all just seemed too quiet.

But that was all about to end when a black Rolls Royce pulled

up.

He was just about to take a drink but stopped with the cup

midway to his lips and watched the damn car turn and park right in

front of the door. The stiff ass driver got out, put his cap upon his

head, and pulled the black jacket down before opening the door.

He reached in with his white gloved hand and helped Berdina

Knight from the backseat.

Dane swore under his breath, put the cup and paper down on

a nearby table, and met his grandmother at the door. He opened it

before she could bang on it or barge in.

“Well, hello, Grandmother.” He smiled big. “What a surprise.”

“We need to talk,” Berdina grunted, pushing her way into his

home.

* * * *

they sat down at a table Devon had booked for them at the Italian

restaurant, Olafini’s.

Samara sat down across from her, taking the menu from the

waiter. “Still trying to make sense of it all, I guess.”

“Took me months,” Kera stated. “Hell, sometimes I wake up

and think it all was a dream and I’m back either at home or at the

damn Compound waiting for the nasty ass oatmeal.”

Samara couldn’t help it and laughed. “Yeah, I heard it was

pretty nasty. Never experienced it though.”

“You’re lucky. That shit really sucked.”

The waiter returned with water and bread sticks. Samara

looked over the menu, not really seeing the words. She never got

to go out for dinner, lunch, or anything. It was expected of her to

cook every meal, even if her father didn’t show up. If something

new was desired, then the recipe and food were given over.

“I don’t know what to order,” she finally said, putting the menu

down with a sigh. “I’ve never really been out for lunch before.”

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“Well, then, let me help you out.” Kera gave her a friendly

smile. “It’s all pasta or nothing. Lobster spaghetti is great. They

put these large chunks of lobster in with the pasta and put this

kick ass sauce on top. It’s also good with steak, but I love lobster.

It was the first meal Devon and I had when we left the

Compound.”

“Then lobster it is,” Samara nodded.

Kera ordered. She even requested a bottle of red wine to go

with the meal. But as much as Samara was enjoying her day out,

her mind refused to let her completely relax.

“So what’d he do?” Kera asked, snapping Samara out of her

thoughts.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re father.” When Samara didn’t answer, Kera just rolled

her eyes and sat forward. “We don’t end up at the Compound

because our fathers wish us the best. Mine sold me and bailed.

Haven’t heard a word from him now for about a year. Wow! Time

really does fly when you’re having fun.”

“So you and Devon have been together for a year now?”

“Yep, and let me tell you, it wasn’t all roses at first.” She

smiled and their food came. “I fought him all the way.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to have anything to do with the Compound or the

rules.” Samara watched her take her fork and twirl the spaghetti