Page 20 of Taken By the Kingpin
Then I hold her tight as I flip her onto her back and slide down her body. The understanding between us is so pure, she knows what I’m going to do. She wriggles out of her jeans and knickers and fuck, when she spreads her legs wide with only a touch from my hands to push her knees apart, I fall on her.
There’s no pretence. I lick her like I’m starving. I might have just come, but my need for her is undiminished. I’m merciless in the pursuit of her quaking under my tongue. I feast and I’m not easy on her. I use my fingers, curling them into her passage and pistoning them in and out. She’s soaking wet, dripping with need and I push her without stopping, hard and harder on that little bud, listening to her moans and cries. I band my arm over her pelvis when she starts to shake, holding her down. I won’t let her escape even one bit of the pleasure I’m going to overwhelm her with.
It doesn’t take long and my chest expands with satisfaction when I feel her clench around the fingers I’m thrusting into her. When I think of how this is a first for her I’m hard again.
Afterwards, I carry her to my bathroom. It’s a herculean effort when we’re both under the sluicing hot water, soapy and clean and wet, not to do anything but worship her breasts with my mouth and make her come again on my fingers. The roar of my achingly hard cock is as unrelenting as the water.
I ignore it. And though she casts curious eyes down at my erection, she doesn’t object when I guide her hand from me. But she looks at me like I’m a puzzle she’s trying to figure out. I don’t know how many times I can cope with coming with her until I’ll snap and demand entrance to her pussy. Or just take it.
I feed her—thankfully my amazing housekeeper left plenty of meals in the fridge. Jeanette oohs over everything she finds and spends ten straight minutes dithering between her two favourites. She says it’s a Libra thing. I tell her it’s an Aries thing that she should just have both, and she laughs. I stand behind her with my hands on her hips as she decides.
I don’t remind her of the other decision she needs to make. If two lunch options consume so much of her time, how will she ever choose about the fate of living, breathing, people?
We decide on a film for the afternoon, and she cuddles into me on the sofa likeI’mher favourite armchair. It’s a thriller with a heavy dollop of romance, and I pause the film when there’s a gun on screen and explain how to remove the safety and the recoil to expect when it fires. An acknowledgement of the continued teacher role I promised her.
She’s silent for a while. It’s all too easy to kid myself this is a normal weekend for us. This is what we do, her and me. Give each other orgasms and stick together like a mated pair.
I assume she’s forgotten about the truths she wanted as well as the help with fighting off threats. Until she says that a scene in the film reminds her of her school, and I reply that, yes, it looks like Switzerland and she suddenly sits up, snatches the remote and the screen goes black.
Her eyebrows pinch together.
“How do you know I was at school in Switzerland? I was thelost princess.”
8
JEANETTE
He scowls. “Do you really want to hear this?”
My stomach dips with disappointment. I was beginning to think I could trust him to tell me straight and not like a child.
“Now,” I snap. There isn’t long left. At midnight the day we bargained for is up, and then the moment I tell him my decision about what to do with his enemies, I’m free to go.
Funnily enough, I’m finding that an impossible choice to make, or even think about.
“I never lost you.”
I blink in surprise.
“I always knew where you were. To me, you were never lost.”
“What?” That should scare me but instead his words spread heat across my back like a perfectly cosy warm seat to nestle in. One that brackets me on all sides, safe and protected.
I was never lost.
The comfort is irrational. It can’t change the way I felt at the time: alone. Betrayed by every friend and all my family when I realised how they had used me. But it makes no sense. “The police told me no one knew where I was, and there was a fund for protective custody.”
“There was.” He circles his hand and smiles wryly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I provided it.”
“How?” I can’t process this. “When did it start? Actually, no. All the way back. Tell me exactly what happened after…” After I was drugged.
“You really want to recall this? It’s not pretty, angel.”
I nod. All I’ve ever known was a blur like a video that wouldn’t stream properly.
“By the time I heard, you were already married. I arrived at the Fletcher compound. Suffice to say he wasn’t pleased to see me and there was a disagreement. He was intent on having his wedding night, despite you being unconscious. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to remove you by force, and a number on both sides didn’t make it home that night. I took you to hospital and told them to call the police.”
It was him. I never knew. All these years, I just woke up from a horrible nightmarish dream, but I’d never known who had fetched me out. And it was Sebastian.
