[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (5 page)

and for her, held a small amount of hope. The only reason she felt

that way was because anything would be better than the life she

was living right now. But still, the thought of what might happen

once she entered the iron gates scared the hell out of her. She

knew, without a doubt, that all girls who were sent here either left

as wives or stayed as whores.

The car turned and headed for the back of the house. It being

nighttime, Samara didn’t get to see much of the grounds or the

house itself, for that matter.

A woman met them at a back door. She had salt and pepper

hair pulled back in a tight bun and wore a black skirt and white

blouse. Her eyes were cold and her body stiff. “I’m the mistress of

the Compound. Please follow me.”

Samara was led inside, down a hallway, into a room where

many different dresses were hanging. She stopped to stare at the

gowns, mostly because she had never seen so many, so close

she could actually touch the fabric.

“This way,” the mistress said.

Samara tore her eyes from the dresses and followed the

woman into another room. This room appeared to be a shower

accompanied by one huge-ass bathroom.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” Samara asked.

“I figured that was obvious. Please strip and take a shower.

Someone will be in to shave you and prepare your hair.”

“Whoa! Shave me? What the hell for?”

She turned, taking a deep breath. “Time is not on your side at

the moment. You’re a request. You have only five minutes to

shower, so I advise you to take it before the servants come in to

dress you.”

“What the hell is going on here?”

The mistress didn’t answer, she just walked out. Samara had

a very funny feeling that she better at least take a hot shower

while she had the chance, because she had no fucking idea what

the hell was going on.

Five minutes exactly, and servants were coming into the

shower room. Samara barely had the towel wrapped around her

body and they were taking her over to a massage table. Her towel

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was taken, and they began shaving her all over her body. It was

strange and very hard to stay still as they worked between her

legs. Once finished, the towel was again wrapped around her and

she was taken back into the room with all the dresses.

The mistress was standing there with a short dress in one

hand, and a shot glass in the other. She handed the glass to

Samara with the simple order to drink it. She did.

“Please remove the towel and slip these on.” She handed her

a lace thong.

The thong made her blood start to boil, mostly because it was

the kind of shit that freak had her wearing when she went for the

“viewings”.

Turning her back on the mistress, Samara slipped the thong

up her legs and in place. Crossing her arms over her bare

breasts, she turned back around as the white gown was slid over

her head. It was short and flowing, reaching her knees. The back

was open all the way down to the small of her back, mere inches

from showing off the thong. The top was also open and free. The

style made it easy for anyone to take it off. All that would be

needed to remove the gown would be to slip the folded shoulder

straps off her shoulders, and then the damn thing would crumple

to the floor.

Her hair was brushed back and left loose; light eye makeup

was applied, and a gloss put on her lips. She was told she

wouldn’t need shoes.

Two different guards waited for them outside the room. The

mistress led the way out, down the hall and set of stairs.

A small party was going on with more men than there seemed

to be girls for. Talk somewhat stopped when she walked in, but

the quiet didn’t last.

Waiters walked around with trays of snacks and glasses of

wine. Samara was hungry, but she was more worried about what

was going to happen. She moved around, between people and

dodged a few guys who, for some strange reason, tried to kiss

her.

“It’s part of the game.” Samara jumped and turned around

when someone spoke close to her ear.

“What?”

“The kiss.” He took a drink from the glass he was holding,

grabbed another from a waiter who walked by, and handed it to

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her. “It’s part of the game here.”

Samara took the glass, frowned, and stared at the man before

her. He was tall, large build, standing at least six foot, if not more.

His baby blue eyes, she noticed, held a combination of humor and

sex appeal. The dark silk shirt that covered his chest was tight

enough to show off wash-board abs, but opened giving her the

whole view of his chest.

His legs filled out each inch of his matching black pants,

making them look like they were a second skin. His bare feet even

looked strong. But what had Samara’s mind going black was the

thick outline of his cock. It was slightly hard, showing her a

glimpse of what he was hiding.

Tearing her eyes away from his crotch and back up to his

face, she frowned. There was something about him that she knew

she had seen before. It was like they had met before, but she

couldn’t place him.

“Don’t I know you?” she asked.

He finished off his drink, placing the empty glass on another

tray held by a waiter as he sailed on by. “We’ve sort of met once.”

Samara crossed her arms over her chest, leaning to one side,

waiting. “But I didn’t get your name.” She kept her mouth shut,

waiting. He smiled, “I saw you at the store yesterday.”

Slowly it all came back. He was the one that paid for the food.

Her mouth opened and she pointed a finger at him. “You!”

“Dane Knight. And you’re Samara Tabor.”

He took a step forward and she took one back. “Did you set

this up?”

One eyebrow went up on his perfect face. And yes, perfect

came to mind when she looked at him. “Set what up?”

“This!” She made a sweep of her hand around the room.

“The Compound has many different parties and celebrations.”

He kept coming, walking her out to a balcony that was maybe a bit

too private for her taste and comfort. “How could I possibly be

responsible for this?”

Okay, that smile was all too sexy and playful. “I don’t like

being played with.”
Shit! He has me alone.

“I was thinking more like a mouse trapped by a cat.” His damn

voice lowered, as did his face.

“Whoa!” She ducked under his arm, only to be stopped by him

taking hold of her wrist. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

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A sharp jerk and she went flying into his arms. Man, he was

strong. His arms went around her tight, but not harshly or brutally

so. In fact, the way he was holding her had her feeling safe, and

Samara never felt safe.

“You afraid of a kiss?” he asked his voice low again, sending

chills down her spine.

Again he lowered down, and this time, Samara was able to

fend him off by pressing her hands on his chest, pushing him

back. “Slow down there, pretty boy. I don’t kiss on first meetings

or second.”

He smiled, and his brows came together, “Pretty boy?”

“I really think you’re moving a bit too—” He cut her off. One

kiss and she was spinning out of control, or falling. Samara didn’t

know which.

His head slanted, as did hers, and she was powerless to hold

back. She opened to him and he went in for the taking. The kiss

deepened, her hands fisted at his chest into his open shirt.

Samara’s breath left in a rush and she rose up on her toes. All

senses were hit with a sweet taste as his tongue slipped deep

inside her mouth, filling her senses with more of that tantalizing

taste.

The sweetness was mind-boggling. Her legs felt like they

were going to suddenly give, and if it weren’t for the strong arms

wrapped tightly around her, then she would have surely fallen to

the floor.

It was her first
real
kiss and it was very pleasurable and toxic.

Slowly, she un-fisted her hands to graze her palms up the ripples

in his chest. Her nails dug in slightly on his shoulders as, what she

thought was raw desire hitting her. Dampness formed between

her legs and the need to press her body even closer to him hit.

When it ended, Samara had to suppress a moan of regret.

She couldn’t stop herself from stumbling closer to the lips that

were leaving her own. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see

him licking his lips, which had the effect of making her do the

same.

“What was that?” she breathed out.

“Our test,” he answered.

“Test for what?”

He held her close with one arm and, with a free hand, brushed

her cheek with the back of it. The touch gave her the chills again.

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“To see if we’re a match, and we are.” He kissed her again,

stealing her breath once more.

It took a lot of willpower to be able to pull back and away from

him, but she did. “Wait a minute. What?”

Dane took hold of her hand, turned and walked back into the

room, dragging her with him. He went over to the door where

guards waited. “Please escort her to the room.”

“What? Wait a minute!” she raised her voice at him. “What’s

going on here?”

Dane looked her right in the eye. “We’re a match, Samara

Tabor. That means you’re now going to become my wife.”

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Samara was pissed and confused. She thought she felt more

confusion than anger, but soon came to the realization that it was

equal. She was both!

She paced back and forth in the unlocked room, hugging

herself and glancing at the door, waiting for it to open. She

thought about what she knew about the Compound, and so far,

that was not much. Since she was of the lower class, the

Compound didn’t concern her. Only the rich girls went up there,

with hopes of attaining a husband. Sure, once in a while, a father

might sign over his guardianship to the Compound, but that was

something she didn’t think happened anymore. Or did it?

The bedroom was very nice. It was one of the nicest rooms

she had ever seen. The bed was king size, low to the ground with

plush pillows and cream silk sheets, and arranged with a

comforter folded to the middle of the bed. Two white robes draped

at the end of the bed, and two natural stained oak end-tables were

positioned on either side.

There was also a low table in the middle of the room with

over-stuffed pillows placed around for seating. Arranged next to

the table, a smaller table was adorned with strawberries and wine

chilling in a bucket of ice.

The bathroom was just as impressive as the bedroom. A large

shower with at least six heads built into the wall was immediately

located on her right. It had no walls or shower curtain of any kind.

Off to the left, was a large whirlpool bath tub for two. Double sinks

stood in the middle and in the back corner, the toilet with a private

door to close.

A click and Samara was back out in the bedroom, facing the

door that was opening. Dane walked in, glancing around the room

with an approving expression on his face.

“Very nice,” he stated.

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“What’s going on here?” she asked, crossing her arms over

her chest. It was an action initiated mostly to help give her a bit of

protection. The damn dress she was in showed off way too much

of her body.

“Didn’t I already answer that?” He closed the door behind him

and turned a dial, producing a clicking sound, which indicated they

were locked in.

But she had to test it. Samara rushed past him to the door,

trying the knob. “Why are we locked in here?”

“You don’t know?” He frowned at her for a second before

going over to the bucket where the wine was chilling. “Ah, I heard

about this.” he picked up one of the strawberries that had a glaze

of chocolate on it. “Now this, I can’t wait to try.”

“Hello!” She waved her arms up in the air to get his attention.

“Is there something wrong with you? What the hell is going on

here?”

He put the strawberry down, picked up the bottle from the ice

bucket, popped the cork and poured two glasses. Once filled, he

placed the bottle back in the ice, picked up the glasses and

walked over to her, handing her one. Samara took it.

“Okay, what do you know about the Compound?” he asked,

taking a drink.

Samara took a deep breath and raised her head. “I know that

it’s a playground for you rich people. Guys, like you, come in for

your pleasure and leave.”

Dane licked his lips and frowned at her for a second. “Well

that’s part of it, I guess, but not everything.” He turned and walked