FaCade (Deception #1) (18 page)

“Look at that, Star. The worship of a woman’s cunt by another woman. Can you imagine her tongue inside your hot little pussy, driving pleasure through you while my cock fills your perfect ass?”

“Dante.” She moaned my name and opened her thighs further, showing me the swollen lips of her pink bald pussy while the string of her thong hid the most delicious part from me, it’s tease an exquisite torture. “Please.”

“There is something so sexy about looking, but not touching. Right, baby? The imagination fed by what it sees, beckoning scintillating thoughts that heat the blood and awaken your body.” I pumped my cock harder. “I get why you want to be watched. Seeing sexual desire reflected in the eyes of the voyeur is a powerful thing.”

I smiled, relishing in her hunger. She licked her lips again as she watched me jerk off, my fist tight, my strokes hard and fast. My balls tightened, my spine tingled, my thighs clenched. I shot upright and took the single step needed to reach her. She tilted her face up to me, her eyes both pleading and hoping.

“Open your mouth. Take what I give you.”

She didn’t argue. Her lips parted, a small groan releasing with the action. Sprays of cum shot over her face, a shower of cream surging from me to her as her tongue came out to catch each drop. Fuck, she looked stunning as she wore me, her eyes adoring what I gave her, her little pink tongue licking my seed off her lips, devouring me.

Every single muscle in my body clenched, pulling my back into an arc as I squeezed every drop out, admiring it drip over her flushed pink skin.

She stared up at me, waiting, anticipating. I ran my thumb over a bead of cum that sat on her cheek then pushed it into her mouth, she wrapped her tongue around it, eager for more. “Greed is a selfish thing, Belle.”

She frowned at me, her gaze dropping to watch me tuck myself back in my pants. Her gawp on me was amusing when I reached behind her and tapped her wrists. “I’m leaving these so you don’t touch yourself.” I smirked before I walked to the door and opened it.

“But…” she stuttered. I turned to her and quirked an eyebrow in question. “You can’t just… do that then leave me.”

I chuckled at her. “Why? You don’t like to play, do you Star?”

I left her with that statement. Next time she wouldn’t be so fucking quick to judge.

HE REALLY LEFT ME THERE. I awaited his footsteps, for the door to open and him to tell me he was joking, but nothing. I sat and watched our dinner guest enjoy dessert from the toys they brought with them. My eyes scanned the screens and my breath stole. Dante walked into the room where everyone was fucking some part of everyone else. He was saying something to Hunter, his face pinched in aggravation. He then walked over to the crazy fan girl, gripping a fist full of her hair and dragging her from the room. My heart was being swallowed by the empty hole growing in my stomach. I didn’t care who I was before this but I couldn’t bear if he touched another woman and expected me to be okay with that. Fuck no!

I grappled at the restraints but the bastard was an expert at tying knots. Tears began to build until movement caught my attention on the outdoor porch monitor. Dante stood over the girl who was naked on her knees in front of him. Pointing his finger in her face he appeared to berate her. Then he walked in and closed the door leaving her sitting on our porch naked.

Two freaking hours I sat there. I had watched everyone, including Dante, come. Fan girl sat on the porch without moving until Hunter finished up and took her away with him. Everyone had left and I was frustrated, irritated and my arms ached. My eyes grew tired. I just wanted a hot soak to loosen the tight muscles in my shoulder, and then crawl in bed.

The door swung open, making me sit up from the slouch I had found myself in. Malik entered the room, he looked startled to see me tied to a chair, and after seeing him naked and thrusting into every orifice on his plaything’s body I couldn’t look him in the eye.

We were both still in the room which seemed to grow smaller by the minute. I noticed his head turn to the monitors in front of me. A weird groaning noise came from him but I still couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

“Star, I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Okay, so not what I was expecting. I was hoping he would just grab what he came for, be a Gent and untie me then leave without either of us speaking. I swallowed down my discomfort and embarrassment and shrugged. “Not like I haven’t seen it all before, apparently.” My tone lacked the conviction I intended to portray. He winced and shuffled from one foot to the other. “Can you untie me?”

He backed up like I had asked him to commit a murder. “Oh, I can’t do that.”

I cut him off. “Malik, seriously?”

He closed his eyes. I waited for a few silent seconds and then he exhaled, coming towards me. He freed me, rubbing my sore wrists as he shook his head. I didn’t need him judging me or Dante. Yeah, it was an asshole move but this was who we were and Malik of all people should have known that.

Standing and pulling my dress into place, I offered him a small smile before leaving him standing there.

For some reason I found myself creeping through the house and up the stairs. I felt like I had sneaked out of the naughty cupboard my mom used to lock me in when I was a kid.

Air rushed into my lungs from my quick inhale as I slammed to a halt, my eyes widening at the internal revelation. I remembered just like that. Not images, only knowledge of a truth. Oh God, to think of my mom gave me an eerie feeling. We didn’t get on, she was horrible. I couldn’t place solid memories but I knew we had a turbulent relationship.

I wanted to rush and tell Dante but I felt apprehensive. Would he be pissed that Malik had released me? Maybe I should claim that I’d managed to free myself.

“Why are you standing on the stairs?”

I squeaked a little at the sound of his voice. I couldn’t determine his mood. “I, I uhh…”

Rolling his eyes he glued me to the spot with an icy glare. “Stop fucking stuttering! Answer me!”

Okay, his mood was sour.

How dare he act this shitty towards me? I was the one going numb in his office while he was doing God knows what! “I was on my way to bed and then I remembered something about my mom.”

He came down the few steps separating us. “What was it?” Shaking off the daunting feeling I had when I thought of her, I shook my head and lifted a shoulder in a defeated shrug. No one wanted to admit their parent was hostile. His caress was gentle as he reached for my hand, the pad of his thumb stroking over my wrist. “Your mother was a selfish old bitch! Her death was a blessing.”

Oh God, she was dead? I didn’t know how to respond or how to feel. I didn’t feel anything really, only a little emptier inside.

I let him lead me to our bedroom. He stripped me from my dress and guided me to the bathroom. He freed himself from his clothes and pulled me into the shower, turning it on. I let him satisfy my body. I was strung too tight. I combusted into an intense orgasm as soon as his lips closed over the tight bundle of nerves just inside the folds of my pussy. He was an expert with his tongue; his hands knew every inch of my body from the years of exploring it. His cock fit me to perfection, grazing the front wall where my delicious g-spot awaited him. Every lap of his tongue, slide of his hand, stroke of his cock was precise and designed to bring me to my knees.

I was left in a sated mess as he tucked me under the sheets after our shower. I wasn’t completely asleep when he left the room.

KISSES BEGAN AT MY ANKLES, urging me from my slumber as they travelled up my calves and thighs, inhaling over my mound then up to my navel. “Mmm, I’m so in love with you, baby. I can’t wait for you to own my name.”

His body became completely flush with mine, his eyes looking down into mine adoringly. Wow, the intensity of his love shone so bright down on me. “I want to be inside you so bad but this tattoo needs to heal,” he whined. My eyes widened. “I can still taste you though.” He grinned nuzzling into my neck.

He seemed so carefree. Where was the Dante from last night? “Mmm, what’s that smell?”

His head lifted, a cinnamon aroma filling the air. “Room service. You ordered me pancakes. I can’t stand the food on set. I need to be there in an hour so ssh and let me enjoy my first breakfast before my pancakes.” He disappeared under the sheet covering our bodies.

“What?”

“I said Matilda made you breakfast.”

My eyes shot open at the sound of Dante’s voice booming across the room. It was a dream? No - a memory. Sitting up way too fast I called out, halting Dante’s departure from the room. “Do you have any other tattoos?”

His icy glare from last night was back as he turned to me and ate up the distance between us, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. “No, why?”

It was so real but maybe it could have been a dream. Lying back down, I shook my head. “Just a dream.” He stood in silence, looking down on me. “Can we go somewhere?” I asked into the room without looking at him. “I know we’re on an island but Hunter and the others came here so we must be close to land right?”

I felt his anger, like a shadow coating the bed, seeping closer to snare me in its darkness. “I have work!”

“Can I go then?” I shouldn’t have had to ask permission but I had no clue where to begin getting off the island.

“I don’t want you out without me. You have no memories.”

I needed space, the thought of being trapped there was making me claustrophobic, like an itch under my skin making me jittery and frustrated.

“What about work? Don’t they miss me?”

“You have a studio at the back of the house.”

I sat up. “Really?”

A small tilt to the side of his mouth eased some of the anger from his features. “Yes. Would you like me to show you after breakfast?”

What he said earlier registered. “Wait, who’s Matilda?”

“She’s my cook and maid and… well everything.” Huh!

I threw on some jeans and a loose fitting tee and made my way to breakfast. The table was filled with a buffet of food and no one eating. I walked into the kitchen to find Dante holding a paper and drinking what I assumed was coffee. Malik was beside him, whispering in his ear. Both sets of eyes came to stop on me. I awkwardly raised a hand with a weird wave. Dante arched a brow and Malik averted his gaze. It was then I noticed a cast on his hand. Walking over to him with my mouth open, I reached for his arm, to be stopped by Dante’s hand capturing mine. “What are you doing?” he questioned.