[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (12 page)

began to get to work at brewing up a fresh pot.

“You okay?” Kera asked.

“Yeah, I guess. No!” She stopped and turned towards Kera. “I

don’t know what the hell is going on anymore. Not that I ever did.”

“I can’t say that I understand what you’re going through, but I

can say I understand the helpless feeling.”

“I just wish I knew what it was my father had planned for me

and Makayla.”

Kera smiled. “Oh, you will. I have discovered quickly that

when it comes to finding shit out, those dipshits in there are damn

good at discovering secrets. Come on.”

Samara picked up the cup and took it back to Blaine. He took

it, sipped, and a sparkle lit up in his eyes. “Wow. She’s good.” He

took another drink, then a drag on his cigar. “Okay boys and girls,

here’s the deal. Aundre Esopo likes them young, fresh, and he

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doesn’t really give a shit if it’s male or female. He pays high dollar

for what he wants, and he paid a one Ryland Tabor over ninety

thousand dollars cash for special treats.” Again his eyes landed

on Samara, and Samara moved over to Dane.

Devon whistled, Dane swore.

“Oh, and it gets better,” Blaine added. “Darius is also looking

into shit. He found out that Esopo has taken Cameron under his

wing.”

“Yep, it just keeps getting better and better,” Devon grumbled.

“Darius also told me that a rumor was going around. Esopo

was going to give something special away, but that something

slipped through his fingers.” Once more he looked at Samara.

“Guess we all can guess what happened to that something.”

“What’d you mean give something away?” Dane asked.

Blaine took a deep breath, moved the cigar around in his

mouth, and linked fingers together over his chest. “What it means

is a very high end auction has been set up. Cash has been

flowing in and out of the bank like water in a waterfall. But there is

a snag in the deal that Esopo has set up. From what Darius has

heard and what I’ve learned, Esopo is only a middle man. He

answers to someone else and that someone wants five virgins for

his little party. Right now, he only has four.”

“And I was supposed to be the fifth,” Samara said softly. She

pulled out of Dane’s arms, turned, and left the group. She couldn’t

stomach it anymore and needed some air.

“Samara,” Dane’s voice was soothing, but not enough to get

rid of the dirty feeling she had. He followed her out back, which

she knew he would.

“I bet he’s going to put Makayla in my place.” She hugged

herself, looking out at the night sky.

“No, he won’t.”

She snickered low with a small grin, a single tear falling down

her face. “You don’t know him, Dane. If Ryland has a chance to

make money, he’s going to take it.”

He came up behind her, his arms going around her waist, chin

on her shoulder. “Trust me, Samara. Nothing’s going to happen to

Makayla.”

* * * *

walked into Blaine’s mansion and smiled big. Darius Alistair

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lounged with his feet up on an antique sofa in the study.

Darius smiled. At the tender age of twenty-three, he appeared

a boy of only eighteen. He had a cocky smile on his full lips, day

old growth on his chin, and messy looking dark brown hair. Just

the way Dane had always remembered him. He wasn’t dressed

like he had money either. Darius wore faded blue jeans with holes

starting or appearing like they were starting in the knees and one

on the thigh. He had a white t-shirt and leather jacket with shit-

kicker boots.

“A child protégé?” Dane snorted, “Still looks like a punk to

me.”

Darius slowly stood up, strolled over to Dane, and looked him

up and down. Without a word, he grabbed Dane in one hell of a

tight hug.

“Good to see you too,” Darius said.

“Where’s Blaine?” Dane asked, taking a step to the side

around Darius, going right for the liquor.

“Right here.” Blaine came in with a pissed off look on his face,

a cigar in his mouth, and smoke floating all around him. “Fuckers,”

he mumbled.

“Something wrong, sunshine?” Dane asked with a snicker.

Blaine went right over to the fireplace, which was blazing. He

tossed his cigar into the flames and kicked another log in.

The study was something right out of a gentleman’s book.

Adorned with brown leather furniture, dark oak book shelves, and

leather bound books, the room would be an executive’s dream.

Lamps which gave off soft light and a fireplace in the center with

two chairs facing it shed the only light in the room. There was

even an old redwood desk placed at the far right of the room

positioned in front of the windows and hanging over the fireplace,

a large painting of William Cedric.

Dane watched as Blaine glared up at the paintings, turned

quickly for one of the crystal pitchers that had bourbon in it, and

threw it as hard as he could with a yell at the painting.

“Randal!” Blaine yelled. Within seconds the butler came

rushing into the study. “I want that damn painting out of here. I

don’t give a fuck where you put it, just get it out!”

“Yes, sir,” the butler said in a rush, turning and scurrying from

the room.

“Care to share?” Dane asked.

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Blaine just gave him a glare and Darius leaned on him with an

arm over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s been a grumpy son of a bitch

since I showed up. Think it has something to do with a clause in

the will.”

“Fuck off, Darius,” Blaine pointed a finger at him.

Randal came back in with three more servants and a large

ladder. It took four people to bring the large painting down.

“Did you get cluster fucked again?” Dane asked.

“You have no idea,” Blaine answered.

“Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school and convent,”

Darius said, getting Dane’s full attention.

“What’s that?” Dane asked.

“Where a one Makayla Tabor is residing.” Darius flopped back

down on the sofa with a sigh. “And the damn place is tightly

secured. If a parent doesn’t want the daughter inside to have

visitors, then she won’t. They do whatever the parents want. No

questions asked.” He crossed one leg over the other. “And

Makayla has pretty much been quarantined.”

Across the room, now leaning on the desk, Blaine lit up

another thin cigar. Dane watched him take a big drag and blow

the smoke out before moving it around between his teeth.

“You’ve got a plan,” Dane stated.

“I’ve got a plan.” Blaine said, his cool, emotionless eyes

locking with Dane’s.

* * * *

Blaine had told him. But all thoughts went right out the door when

he looked around and all he saw was a dark room. Right off, he

got a panicked feeling, like Samara might’ve left him. But the relief

came when he saw the back light on near the pool.

He walked out and saw her sitting poolside in a cream color

robe that reached her knees. Her feet were in the water, making

ripples.

“You okay?” he asked, kicking off his shoes, bending to pull

his socks off. Dane sat down next to her, his feet going right into

the water.

“Yeah,” she sighed. He noticed that she didn’t look at him.

“Well, I have some good news for you.” That had her turning

her head toward him. “Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school

and convent. It’s where Makayla is.”

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Samara’s eyes lit up, but that light diminished and her

attention once more went back to the water. “That place is worse

than a prison. No way in hell we’re going to get her out.”

“Have faith in me,” he nudged her with his elbow gently. “We

have contacts and shit. I’ll get her out.”

“Do you have any idea what my father has in store for her?”

“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” She nodded, and the silence

which grew between them thickened. “So is this one of your new

outfits?”

“Kera picked it out.”

Dane reached over and touched the robe. He ran his fingers

down the front, parted it and almost lost his breath. She was

wearing a black lace teddy under it and he could see her nipples.

He reached into the robe, touched her breasts with the back of his

hand, and almost grinned when she gasped.

“I definitely like this.” His voice sounded foreign to her. His

cock thickened behind his jeans. “Does it have a snap down

here?” He cupped her between the legs and she arched, the

breath leaving her lungs in a rush.

“I’ll never tell.”

Samara surprised him by sliding into the pool. He watched her

go all the way to the bottom, take the robe off, and push back up

to the surface.

Dane said nothing. He stood up, and with his eyes locked to

hers, he began to take his clothes off. Naked, he went over to the

steps and slowly walked into the warm water.

She didn’t back away from him when he swam towards her

and that filled him with such joy. It was strange now. When he

looked at Samara, Dane felt something change in him.
Something

he couldn’t put his finger on just yet.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, brought her close, and

Samara wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her deep

and she kissed him back. Together they sank under the water and

he worked fast to find out if she had a snap between her legs. His

cock twitched when he found out and throbbed the second he

yanked it open.

Only the need for air brought them up to the surface, but even

air couldn’t still the pounding need he had to be as deep inside

Samara as he could get. He pushed them to the side of the pool,

kissing her the whole time. She in turn, wrapped herself around

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him.

“God, I lose control when I’m near you,” he breathed against

her mouth, bumping against the side of the pool.

“That’s funny,” she licked his lips and he moaned. “All I can

see is a man in complete control.”

And that did it! What little control he had slipped right out the

door. Dane opened her up and surged into her with a rush that

knocked the air out of his lungs.

Water splashed around them, but it did nothing to sway him

from thrusting into her. Samara held onto his waist in a grip that

amazed him. She met him thrust for thrust, met him hunger for

hunger and their movements synchronized, as two bodies came

together in a wave of pleasure.

Way before he was ready for it to end, he swelled inside her

and lost the battle. Mere seconds before his climax hit, he felt

Samara contract around him. The sensation seemed to just trigger

and squeeze the orgasm from the depths of his soul. Dane

gripped the side of the pool so tightly his hands hurt, but he was

powerless to let go. It felt like he needed to hold onto something

as his cock shot spurt after spurt deep into her womb.

And just as fast as it started, it was over. He slid from her

body, biting the inside of his mouth at the sensitivity he felt.

“I swear I’m going to die from pleasure like this,” Dane

remarked.

“God, I hope so,” Samara smiled. “Not a bad way to go, if you

ask me.”

Dane laughed, pushed away from her to the center of the

pool, dipped under, and swam back up in front of her. “I’m falling

for you, Samara.” Her face seemed to drop some, almost like she

was afraid again. “And I’m falling hard.” Before she could speak,

he kissed her quickly. “Come on. Let’s get out of here and get

some sleep. You’re going to need it.”

“Why?”

“I forgot to tell you that my grandmother has requested us for

dinner.” He wrinkled his nose. “She wants to meet you.”

“And you don’t like that?”

“Oh, whenever my grandmother requests something, it’s most

certainly never good. Trust me.”

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Samara sat quietly in the formal dining room of Berdina

Knight. Across from her in a silk white shirt, and black slacks, was

Dane and he didn’t look at all happy about being summoned for

dinner.

Samara had dressed in a black skirt, cream silk top, heels and

her wedding necklace around her throat. She’d fixed her hair in

what she thought was the same fashion as at the Compound. She

culled it, and then pulled it all back to hang down the center of her

head and back. She felt a bit overdone, but Dane assured her that

it was the way to dress for dinner with his grandmother.

In a bowl before her was split pea soup. It was very green,

and very unappetizing to Samara. She didn’t touch it.

“Soup not to your liking?” Berdina Knight asked, taking a sip

from her bowl without looking up at Samara.