FaCade (Deception #1) (16 page)

His hands came down on my ass, slightly spreading the cheeks, the wet head of his cock nudging at my entry before plunging straight into my core. The silk gripped me in its hold as my body jolted forwards, my eyes watering from the restriction, my breathing labored.

His firm grip on my ass pulled me down onto him with his every thrust forward, hitting the sweet bundle of nerves deep inside and pushing me to the brink of strangulation. “Feel how close to the edge of life and death you are, Belle. Your lungs beg for air yet your pussy screams for my cock. You’re where you’re supposed to be, with me inside you.”

His hips powered forwards, the heat inside me clawing from the pit of my stomach and expanding throughout my entire being. I felt his hand slip between my legs to pinch and slap at my clit. I exploded in a torrent of pleasure ripples, gasping to fill my body with the air it desperately sought. The lack of oxygen left me lightheaded and in a state of semi-consciousness. I felt like I was floating, flying.

“Dante!” I choked out as my pussy closed in around his hard cock, soaking him in my climax. His arm wrapped around my waist to assist my weak legs, holding my body from falling.

“Feel me, baby. Feel how I own you in every sense of the word.”

SHE WAS STUNNING IN HER euphoria. She had always been driven by her sexual cravings, her body ruling her mind throughout her life. It was why we worked, because she fed my needs and I hers.

I missed her but it was like learning about the girl I fell in love with all those years ago all over again. There was a time when I’m inside her, buried in all the flawlessness, that I wish I could erase my memories and let us both start from scratch, fall in love again but I would never allow that.

After bringing her down from her high, releasing her from the confines, she passed out in my arms, sexually sated and weak.

Making my way to my office, my steps faltered when I saw Malik in there. His eyes were transfixed on the monitor to which the silk room was displayed through the camera hidden in the mirror.

“Malik!” I barked, making him jump.

“Shit, you scared me.”

Clearly, the prick!

“What the fuck are you doing in here, watching that room?”

He shifted, stalling to answer. I beat down the impending urge to choke him until he answered. “It’s my job to monitor the house cameras.” He shrugged.

I pinned him with a deadly glare before stalking towards him. Leaning over the desk, I inhaled deeply. “She’s mine and your interest isn’t going unnoticed. I warn you now. Lose it!”

His eyes widened. Standing, he held his hand up. “Lose what?” he fumbled to say.

I prodded my finger in his chest. “Any temptation to watch us, to butt your nose in to business not concerning you. I won’t warn you again. You forget your place. Now get the fuck out my office.”

Dropping his eyes to the floor, he dragged himself from my office. The cunt needed to find a woman to get off on. I snatched up my cell and dialed Hunter’s number. He could come to dinner, bring a few dinner guests, one to milk Malik’s cock for him. It would be good for Star to see that my friends knew where she belonged and that she should accept her place with me instead of acting like a brat.

HIS EYES SIMMERED AS THEY roamed over me. I gulped at the intense lust he radiated. Looking down on myself, trying to see me as he saw me, I smiled and ran my palms over the deep red silk. It occurred to me when I had seen the dress laid out on the bed for me to wear that it matched the red silk in the basement he had taken me in earlier. To say that my body had not only succumbed to him but had come to life under him was an understatement.

My memories wouldn’t allow me to compare him to past lovers but I knew the connection we had sexually was powerful, both of us feeding each other as we consumed what the other gave.

He stalked across the room towards me, making me bring my gaze back to him. His expression was stern and it made me shiver. His finger gently tipped my chin back so my eyes were secured under his own stare. “Red suits you. However, it makes me want to spoil your perfection. Incites in me the need to break you.”

My eyes widened. “Do you want me to change?”

He smirked at me, his hand now sliding down the front of me, his finger dipping into the cleavage my underwear produced. “I want to tear you out of it and fuck you until you drown in your own climax.”

I nodded slowly, my heart galloping as my womb squealed in delight, demanding that he perform his declaration. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and licked at my dry lips. “Perhaps I should keep it on then.”

His own eyes widened at my bold tease. “Patience heightens the pleasure, Belle. I promise to make the wait worthwhile.” I had no doubt he would keep his promise.

He took a step back and held out his hand. Slipping my fingers through his, he curled his own around mine and led me from the room.

“I’m quite nervous,” I said.

He glanced at me but kept moving, my feet scurrying alongside him to keep up with his wide strides. “Of?”

“Well, your friends. Meeting them.”

He sighed and pursed his lips as if angry with my admission. “
Our
friends
. This will be around the hundredth time you have
met
them, Star. For fuck’s sake, they were at our freaking engagement party. We holidayed in Vegas with Hunter and his then girlfriend. We spent last Christmas with Garth.”

“I’m sorry,” I said with a small nod.

He sighed heavily and pulled to a stop. “No, I’m sorry, baby. I should learn some of that patience I was talking about.”

I smiled softly at his remorse. “We both need to consider one another’s difficulty in this.”

Kissing me gently on the forehead he pulled me the remaining distance to the room our guests were situated in.

I followed him into the space, my eyes widening on what welcomed me. Three men chatted between themselves, but it wasn’t them who had grabbed my attention, it was the women accompanying them. Each was model worthy, their figures and looks simply striking. However, it wasn’t their looks that made me stare, it was the way they stood, each by the side of their men, each face lowered to the floor, each as submissive as the next. Although I often considered myself naive, I recognized ‘toys’ when I saw them.

All heads turned in our direction, every single eye in the room coming to rest on me. I twitched nervously beside Dante, my fingers tightening my hold on him. His clutch gently increased, supporting me when it was obvious to him my nerves were getting the better of me.

One of the men grinned widely and instantly strolled over to us. He stood before me, his grin turning to a soft smile. “Star.”

I glanced up at Dante in confusion. “Hunter,” he revealed.

“Oh.” I smiled up at the tall man, his thick mane of dirty blonde hair a contrast to the dark stubble on his chin. “We shared vacations.”

He smiled widely and nodded. “Vegas. Such fun.” I frowned at the twinkle in his eye, a hint of mischief evident. “You gave us quite a scare, sweetheart.”

Dante stiffened beside me with Hunter’s endearment but Hunter rolled his eyes. “Oh relax, Troy.”

I felt eyes burning through me, and turning towards the stare my body tensed at one particular girl; she couldn’t have been any older than eighteen. Her eyes were pinched, her stare on me intense and if I read her correctly, shock widened her pupils.

I dropped my eyes to my body, checking for rips in the fabric or splashes of perfume that had left stains but I couldn’t see anything. The hairs on the back of my neck were alert and frigid with the potency of her gawp. I shivered causing Dante to look at what held my attention. His own eyes narrowed as she continued to stare at me. I was growing uncomfortable, sure there was something wrong with me, something warranting her rudeness.

“What’s with your date?” Dante asked.

Hunter turned to see what Dante was referring to. He frowned then ventured over to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to one side.

“She gives me the jitters.”

Dante chuckled and pulled me close to his side. “Don’t worry, my princess. Your knight will save you from the dragon’s evil intentions.”

I giggled. Dante’s face lit up and he gazed at me with a soft smile. “Now that’s something I have missed.”

“Dante!” Malik shouted from across the room. I hadn’t realized he had joined us until he stepped out from behind a curvy girl. He smiled at me, his eyes lighting up when he looked over my dress. I noticed Dante’s footing stutter when he caught Malik’s perusal.

“Star?” I smiled and nodded at the man who had appeared on my right. He snatched my hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing my knuckles softly. “Garth. You probably don’t remember me. It was quite some time ago.”

I squinted at him.

The ball sailed through the air, gaining velocity the closer it got to me. I scuttled backwards, the back of my leg slamming into the bleachers as I attempted to shift myself from its destination. The hum of noise it produced with the speed it came made me squeal before it actually reached me.

Laughter erupted when it whizzed past my ear, marginally missing me but whipping my hair up and gluing to my face with the heat from the summer sun.

Dante jogged over to me, his teenage face bright and red with laughter. “Baby.” He laughed. “Are you okay?”

A few other friends ran over to us. “Shit. I’m so sorry.” Garth stared at me with a guilty grimace. I reached over and slapped at him.

“Do I look like a goal post?”

Everyone started with the hysterics again as Dante pulled me into his firm body. “I can guarantee you are nothing like a pole.”

My jaw dropped as the boys hissed and whistled. “Are you calling me fat?”

“What?” He shook his head quickly. “No. No!”

I winked at him then reached up to kiss him on the cheek. “Although, I must say, I’m rather partial to your long pole.”

I thought I’d managed to say it quietly but from the whistles and prods in Dante’s gut, I gathered I hadn’t. He grinned at me and winked. My heart swelled when he scooped me up into his arms.

“I love it when you big me up in front of my friends.”