The Golden Chalice

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The Golden Chalice

Copyright © 2012 by Sienna Mynx

ISBN: 978-1-61333-378-5

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Don’t miss the first two volumes of the

Lee’s Girls Series

The Heist

For the Love of Chocolat

The Golden Chalice

Volume III

Lee’s Girls Series

By

Sienna Mynx

~DEDICATION~

To Lee’s Girls—you know who you are
!

Chapter One

“
Wake up, baby
.”

A gentle, serene voice whispered against his ear. Lee welcomed the renewed feel of love that enveloped and heated the cold loneliness in his heart. Years of being a lone wolf meant he’d always survived off little. Now, he lived and thrived off the love of one woman. Along his backside, warm lush curves sidled up behind him and her slender arm eased around his waist to lock him in an embrace. He loved the mornings, the nights, the days when time waited only for them.

“
Aww, c’mon. Wake up, Daddy, I need you
.”
She pressed a sweet kiss to the outer edge of his ear.

Lee turned his head, and Michelle shifted away to allow him to see her fully. The beauty in her eyes and face held such strength and confidence in her love for him; it enriched her beauty. She looked ethereal, unreal in the dim light of their bedroom. The sheet was tucked around her waist. Her perky nipples were swollen to dark points. One look at them and he moistened his lips
.

Michelle blinked brown, round
eyes,
vibrant with intelligence. She
knew
exactly what stirring the beast in him would bring. Her slender hand eased over his hip and clasped his cock. She stared directly into him.

Lee’s gaze lifted a bit, just past the bend of her shoulder. A mahogany-red crib with powder blue linens was pushed over to the side, against the window. Michelle insisted their sweet brown son sleep every night on his fluffy comforter, in his own crib. Lee wanted his son in their bed, preferably on his chest. The compromise had been to move the crib inside their room
.

“
Is it morning
?
My turn to feed him
?”
Lee asked groggily. Excitement rippled through him over such a simple prospect. Nighttime feedings were his responsibility, and no matter how hard the day had been, he looked forward to the evenings. Michelle stroked his cock and the corner of her mouth tilted upward in a sly smile. An escaping curl fell over her forehead as she lowered her gaze to the motion of her hand beneath the covers. He rolled over and dragged her under him. She squeezed his length but came to him willingly
. “
Why did you wake me, woman
?”

“
I hurt
.”

She pouted and puckered a bit, and her lashes lowered with desire. She massaged the head of his cock and rubbed her thumb over the tip to soften her touch. The moistness of her lips made him hunger to lick and suck them raw. The urge felt almost as powerful as the one stirring in his groin, the one driving him to sink every inch of his manhood into her.

“
Where, baby
?
Tell me where
.”
His voice, gruff and coarse, and his loins, tight with desire revealed how close to the edge her little tease had pushed him.

She lifted her arm and touched the side of her neck. Her head tilted just a bit
. “
Here
,”
she breathed
.

Her words came across as a strained sigh of wanton lust. Her mouth barely parted but her thighs opened wider for him.

The slender, brown length of her neck had such grace and femininity. And her skin, under the moon’s glow, looked as if it had been brushed with a mix of copper and gold. Lee wanted to roar like a lion over his woman. Maybe he preferred her vulnerability because she remained so hard-as-nails in their everyday life. A badass, manipulative, seductive vixen, who would challenge him to the point of insanity. In their bed, when he held her, she submitted and became his. The contrast of her strength and stamina against her soft, caring nature enchanted him.

“
I’ll make it better,
”
he promised, a vow he intended to keep for as long as she would have him. Make things better was all Lee wanted to do. Michelle’s finger slipped away from the pulse point of her neck. Lee licked his dry lips before he dared to brush them across her skin. A soft, sweet exhale of breath escaped those lips he loved to suck, and his dick stretched. He lifted his gaze and continued to brush kisses along the column of her neck. Her chin raised and her head dipped into the stack of pillows.

“
And here.
”
Michelle eased her hand between their bodies to ply open the folds of her pussy.

She shifted a bit, causing her ass to rise, and Lee’s length pressed in on the moist warmth of her center. He shuddered hard. A low groan rumbled at the base of his throat, and visions of fucking her until she screamed his name and woke their daughter overwhelmed him.

“
Damn it, beautiful, I love you so much.
”

She removed her hand and gripped his left buttock before she gave it a tight squeeze.
“
Prove it. Love me, Lee, now. I want you inside me. Fuck me, honey, please.
”

“
I intend to.
”
Lee thrust hard and fast, sinking several inches deeper. Her inner walls sheathed his plunging cock in tightness, the action drawing the breath from his lungs. She drove him even deeper. Lee nearly shot his load. He dropped his face on her shoulder as another deep shudder of restraint went through him. Summoning control, he moved, she moved, their bodies gliding and hips bumping with each powerful thrust.

“
Harder!
”
Michelle commanded.

“
Damn.
”
Lee winced, struggled to breathe, pumped his hips, and relished the feel of her stretching and clenching channel while it swallowed his cock with each stroke.
“
So good, babe. Your body is so good.
”
He groaned and worked his cock faster, stopping to sway his hips a bit and open her wider. His hands eased beneath her buttocks to part the cheeks, ensuring she felt every jerk and plunge.

“Yes, Lee. I’m yours, honey, all yours, yes…yes….”

He lifted his head as he drove his cock in and out of her. She opened her eyes and latched an intense, trusting gaze onto him.
“
I love you, too, babe. Never leave me. Never
….”

Lee shot upright in the dark. Feverish need boiled his brain, making the dream even more real for him. He blinked and tears of sweat dropped from his lashes into his eyes. The sheets were damp, soaked with evidence of his night sweats. His cock hardened, tightening to the point his scrotum felt as if it had shriveled up, non-existent. He glanced around the empty room and sucked down deep, uneven breaths. Soon his body stabilized.

“A dream. Another fucking dream!” He grunted and pounded his fist into the mattress. “Motherfucker!” he cried out to nothing but answering silence.

The left side of the bed lay undisturbed, empty. There was no crib, no baby, no Michelle, and no second chances. A single bullet, fired into her chest, had stolen everything from them. Lee snatched aside the covers and placed his feet on the cold floor. He grabbed the phone by his bed. His hand trembled so badly it dropped to his lap. Quickly he dialed and tried to calm the erratic beat of his heart.

“Doctor Stevenson,” he growled.

He waited. Barry Manilow sang about the
Copacabana
through the receiver.

“Stevenson here.”

“It’s Lee. How is she?”

“Mr. Sullivan, do you realize the hour?”

“How the fuck is she?”

“She’s resting.”

“She doesn’t sleep. I know…I know she’s up. Have you checked on her? When was the last time you did?” Lee turned his wrist and confirmed the time on the diamond bezel of his watch. The hour approached midnight. “She’s smart, I told you this. She’s stronger now, and she…well she’ll try to leave.”

“We’ve added security to her floor. Her room doors remain locked, per your orders. There is no leaving our facility, Mr. Sullivan. We’ve gone over this…. You must trust us to do our job.”

Lee slammed the phone down on its base. He had no patience for the sniveling asshole. He knew his lady. The moment opportunity presented itself, she’d flee him. “It’s time for you to come home, Michelle. Where you belong.”

In the darkness, he rose. He grabbed his silk robe and slipped it on. Evita, his Doberman, snapped to attention and stared up at him, curious. Lupe, the dog’s sister, slept in the corner of the room, unaware of her master’s restless state. Weary, he walked through his new, palatial home, Evita trailing him. Her dark coat, black like velvet, helped her blend with the shadows, except for the dazzling sparkle of the diamonds circling her dog collar. Other than the armed men who patrolled his estate, and his closest friend, Abahti, Leith Sullivan lived in isolation. But not for long. Any recovery Michelle needed, from this point on, would be done with him. He wouldn’t spend another fucking night without her.

Through the doors of his study he strolled to his safe and opened it. Many trays of priceless jewels lay in their slots, undisturbed. Lee reached beyond them and drew out the Golden Chalice. Even in the moonlit office, the goblet glistened as if coated with liquid gold. The jewels gleamed. He set the fucker to the center of his desk. It appeared unworldly. Its presence filled the room, and he circled his desk and sat. Evita rested her snout on his thigh. He stared at the goblet. The fucking thing cost him his kid, his woman, everything. Now men feared and envied him. He had enemies he couldn’t name, lurking, waiting to pounce. And all he wanted was her.

“You miss her, too, Evita?” he asked his companion.

The bitch at his side gave a soft whine. He dropped his hand to the top of the dog’s head and soothed her, his diamond pinky ring sparkling. “She’s coming home to us. Tomorrow.”

***

Michelle walked away from the window. Her room had been located to the west, giving her a full view of the Pacific Ocean. Just three levels above the ground floor, she could scale down easily without breaking her neck. But running would lead her nowhere. He’d find her. Even worse, she might be weak enough to return to him. Dropping her head, she sucked in her sadness and tucked it safely in her heart, beyond the reach of the therapists, doctors, and most of all, Lee. No one had access to the wounds of her heart.

She never believed herself the mother type. She had no example of mothering in her life. And though she tried to be one for Sasha, she’d evidently failed. Her sister had betrayed her. Sasha, trying to prove herself, had seduced the man Michelle loved, and he tricked them both into a life of thievery. What damage would Michelle’s mothering do to an innocent kid? Still, she couldn’t help but dream about her baby. Wish for the chance to know him or her. Wonder if the kid would have Lee’s eyes, and her smile.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She put her hands to her head to freeze out those useless thoughts, to shut down the regret and focus on the present. She’d overheard the nurses say that Lee had demanded she be released to him soon. She would get only one chance at freedom, and this time she would not fail herself. This time she would not give in to her weak heart.

Chapter Two

“Sir, not another step.”

Long, bony fingers gripped the fine threads of his wool trench. The woman swung her thin body into his path and forced him to stop, or he’d bowl her over. Lee, however, remained determined. He gently pushed her aside and kept going.