Forbidden: A Blakely After Dark Novella (The Forbidden Series) Page 10

  “But there isn’t any music.”

  Rainier calls out his request for whatever electronic assistant is installed in this villa, and some light 90’s R&B fills our space. My hips automatically rock back and forth, and I realize that it’s easier for me to dance for him than it is for me not to. I turn my back on him and roll my hips, giving him a generous eyeful of my round rear. I lift my hands and run them through my hair, lifting it slightly off my shoulders as I sway, then spin, breasts jiggling.

  He’s stroking himself down, glued to my every movement, and I bite my lip for him. His tie is loose on his shoulder, his shirt partially unbuttoned from before. His hair is wild now, and his eyes gleam with hot lust. He seethes and his fist pumps over his rigid member, slick with pre-cum now.

  “You kind of look like this woman from my office,” Rainier blurts.

  I would fall over if I were in heels right now, but I’m not, so the stutter is easy to smooth over. I drop my hair and flip it. “Oh, really?” I say, speaking in a slightly lower voice. I come swirling down into a wide squat for him. Even though we’re treading in dangerous waters now, he’s the one who brought me up. I have to know. “You want her? Fantasize about her?”

  “Oh, yeah, almost compulsively now,” he answers, skinning his teeth over his lower lip as he views me. “But you’re nothing like her.”

  I smirk and throw myself onto hands and knees, crawling toward him seductively. My palms fan over his knees and I slither over his lap.

  “Tell me about her,” I coo, brushing my lips softly against his broad mushroom tip. “Talk dirty to me.”

  “Fuck, yeah, you are a bad girl,” Rainier purrs excitedly. His fingers bury themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck. “She’s so fucking... attentive,” he confesses, pausing to glare and groan while I deep-throat him. I want him to tell me all about me. Tell me all about how bad he’s wanted me for months. God, yes, I knew it. Deep down, I knew he wanted me, too. “She does everything perfectly, like my sexy slave. Oh, fuck. I just think about how attentive she’d be on my cock. I think about what’s going on under all those clothes. I think about... oh, fuck, I think about splitting her tight skirts open and ripping her hose and tying her wrists with it and putting her down on the desk. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.”

  I’m insanely wet hearing that he wanted to do that to me, and I reach between my thighs and up to my pouring pussy, feverishly working over a clit that should’ve quit long ago. But I need to come again, now that I’m hearing all this. Now that I’m working down his pole so perfectly, and he doesn’t know I’m the good girl making him come. He has no idea how good I am. I’m too good.

  “I want you to fuck her when you go home,” I rasp, squeezing him with my fist while my mouth has to be away. My middle finger grinds on my clit. “I want you to fuck her just like that.” Then I’m on him again immediately.

  “Oh, god, fuck,” Rainier curses at the ceiling. “I’d rub her pussy and smack it and lick it, because I know that shit is sweet. Oh, I can feel it when I look at her. Oh, and I’d make her come so hard... fuck, yeah. But I can’t, Good Girl. I can’t.”

  I come off his member. “You seem like a powerful man,” I remind him. I drive his shaft down my throat, then come back up. “You can do anything.” I go down again.

  “I can do anything but she might lose her job,” he says to me, and I slowly pull off of him. My eyes lift up to his and my swollen lips gape apart. I rise up to settle, straddling his lap, and unwind the loose tie from his neck. “I won’t do it,” he tells me simply, and I smile down at him. I tie the tie over his eyes and then lick my lips.

  I align our sexes and sink down onto him. Should I do it? Should I tell him? Because I won’t be able to bear knowing what he wants, bending over his desk, and him, not grabbing my panties and ripping them off. Him resisting. I can’t live in a world where he resists me forever.

  I lean back and brace myself on his knees, bucking my hips. I push the mask up my face, so it rests on my forehead. He’ll be able to see who I really am.

  “Rainier!” Rex’s voice pierces our moment from outside.

  I scramble off of Rainier’s hard-on and pull my mask over my eyes again.

  “Get back on me, girl,” Rainier commands, ripping the blindfold from his face.

  At the same time, I whirl to face Rex fully. He’s already through the billowing drapes and I’m not sure if he saw my face or not, but either way, he knew to expect me here. I look different, but not different enough that someone who knows I was invited won’t suspect anything.

  “Mr. M,” Rainier snaps at Rex. “What the hell are you doing here right now?”

  “I was just leaving,” I say, folding my arms protectively over my nipples.

  “Nonsense,” Rex says with a grin. His eyes hungrily trail my body. “Stay... I just wanted to check in with my friend.” He steps closer to me and then hesitates. His head cocks and I see the pieces click into place for him.

  My eyes widen. He doesn’t just suspect. He knows.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Rainier says to Rex. “Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something with—with—”

  “Ms. P,” Rex supplies, and my blood slushes into ice water. He’s going to expose me. And he’s not going to say it nicely.

  “Ms. P?” Rainier scowls at Rex. “You’ve met?”

  “No,” I lie. “I don’t know Ms. P.”

  “Oh... my mistake,” Rex excuses himself, never peeling his eyes away from me. I wish I had more hands to cover my bare snatch, so visible and exposed.

  “I call her Good Girl,” Rainier introduces me, sounding savage and aggressive in spite of the technically polite words.

  “You can just call me Mrs. H,” I tell Rex, hoping he’ll get the picture about what happened here and leave it as it is. After all, I’m a lowly secretary. Am I really worth the paperwork of an actual termination, especially if I might have a decent claim against the company for discrimination?

  “Mrs. H,” Rex echoes coolly. “Is that so, Mr. H? Is she your Island wifey, eh?”

  “Yes,” Rainier answers without hesitation.

  “Well, well. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Rex reassures me, reaching out to slide his palm down my arm. I cringe away from the touch, which feels invasive. His eyes feel invasive. “Unless you don’t mind if I join?”

  “I fucking mind,” Rainier snaps, shoving at Rex’s arm. “Get out of here, man!”

  Rex absorbs the shove and glowers at Rainier, then casts the same stormy look onto me. “I think you might want me to stick around,” he replies. “We really need to talk, brother... unless your island wifey wants to give us both...?”

  His eyes trail back to me and I bristle. It’s too uncomfortable and I march past him, through the billowing drapes and open door.

  “You’re this close,” I hear Rainier growl to Rex, clearly threatening him. “Good Girl!”

  “I have to go,” I lie, so horrified I’m almost dizzy. I push through the billowing curtains and am thankfully expelled into the warm November night. I didn’t feel naked before, but I feel naked now. Knowing that Rex McKenzie has seen me, that he has identified me—and it seemed he was just trying to low-key blackmail me into fucking him with Rainier—I feel vulnerable and exposed, almost running back to my villa.

  Chapter 7

  Rainier

  I stare after Good Girl, grind my teeth together, and whirl on Rex, dark eyes blazing. “Tell me you have some kind of developmental disease,” I beg him. “Tell me you can’t read a single social cue to save your life, and I won’t have to drown you in the toilet.”

  “You honestly didn’t—?” Rex splutters, looking at the rippling drapes and then back at me.

  “Didn’t what? Didn’t expect you to barge into my villa on Thanksgiving night? Didn’t ever even hint that I might want to have a threesome with you while here? Didn’t—?”

  “That was Ella! You didn’t know it was her?” Rex answers, flinging his hands in the air. His
cheeks redden. “You didn’t even recognize her, you prick!”

  I scoff. “Don’t be stupid,” I say. “Ella is with her family. She couldn’t possibly be here. They just look alike.”

  “I’m telling you, that was Isabella Petit.”

  I examine Rex more closely. His chest rises and falls. His eyes are manic and insistent. My lip kinks and I scoff at him. I know this look. This is how he always gets when he wants something new.

  “You want her, too,” I realize. I excused their every interaction as friendly but should have known better. So few men are truly friendly. Then it clicks. He said he wanted to get certain women invited this year. And now, here he is, insistent that I was just with my own assistant.

  Tell me about her, Good Girl begged.

  “You got her an invitation, didn’t you?” I accuse him.

  Rex’s eyes darken and he shrugs. “I wouldn’t say that.”

  “You wouldn’t say that? What kind of omission is that, Rex? Did you give her an invitation? Say yes!”

  “No!” Rex snarls at me.

  “That’s right, you little bitch,” I tell him. “You wouldn’t give Ella an invitation because you’d be directly violating our company’s policies. You’d be jeopardizing your career and mine. So, I’m going to ask you again, Rex.” I take a measured step toward him, eyes flaring. “Did you give Ella an invitation?”

  Rex swallows. “No,” he whispers, “but she is Good Girl. Somehow, some way, she’s here, Rex. I recognize her.”

  There’s a part of me that wishes it could believe Rex. Then life would be so much simpler. Good Girl is just a brunette with hazel eyes. A virgin who was waiting for me...

  I gulp. Christ.

  My eyes pin to Rex. “I don’t believe you,” I confess simply.

  “What?”

  “I don’t believe you, Rex. I believe that you did ensure my assistant, Isabella Petit, received an invitation to Mystique, even though you knew I would be here. Even though you know what goes on here. And for reasons I still can’t quite fucking comprehend... she accepted that invitation and came.” I shake my head softly at him. “But she didn’t come here to see you. She came here to see me.”

  Rex’s eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. He exhales through his nose. “You know that?” he asks. “She said that?”

  “When I approached Good Girl,” I tell him, “she said she was waiting for me. One of the men at the feast said she wouldn’t let another man touch her. So, if Good Girl is Ella... She came for me, Rex. Not for you.”

  Rex considers me with contempt in his eyes. Of course. I recognize the look immediately—a look I’ve seen many times but never expected to see from him. He wants to spar for the girl.

  I shake my head at him, knowing that it won’t do anything but ruin our relationship here, the business with it. She wants me and me alone. I’m sure of that. I see her fevered working on my staff with new eyes now. That was why she insisted that I fuck the woman from my office when I return.

  Because she doesn’t want it to end.

  “Naturally, you think that,” Rex says, shaking his head. “You always assume that women want to be with you first.”

  “They do,” I promise him. I’m not a fool. Anyone could sense it.

  “Yeah, well, not Ella.” Rex stalks through the drapes and out onto the walkway again. “You can’t fake a smile like that. Eyes like that. We’re in masks. She was confused.”

  Damn, poor Rex. He takes care of himself, but his body can’t compare to mine. I’m much broader, much more chiseled, and our jaw structures are different. Our noses are different. There’s no way Ella accidentally fucked me, if she was waiting for Rex all along.

  “Sure,” I say. Whatever. “Listen, Rex... Ella has been my assistant for four months now. She’s... she really is a good girl. I don’t want anything to come between us. Nothing needs to be complicated. If that was Ella—” And, looking back, I see with increasing clarity that it must be her. “—then we will both respectfully decline her, and allow her to enjoy her visit to the island. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

  Rex barks out a laugh. “I’m not a gentleman. She came here for me, Rainier. And I came here for her.”

  “Didn’t you see us on the couch when you came in?” I wonder. “I was balls deep in her. She didn’t come here for you.”

  “She was confused,” Rex reiterates. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

  “Let her cool off. I think you embarrassed her,” I call out, chasing him down on the walkway and circling his shoulders with my arm. “Okay? Tomorrow, we can get it all straightened out, if anything even needs to be said. We’re all adults here. I’m sure there’s an easy solution.”

  “No.” Rex tries to shake my arm but doesn’t exert enough effort and stays under it. Instead, he stops and casts me a miserable, sick look. “I have to talk to her right now. I’m in love with her, Rainier. You wouldn’t get it.”

  I blink. “I guess not,” I say. Love isn’t really my thing, is it? This was just sex. Accidental sex.

  “She’s perfect,” Rex insists. “I am going to find her again before the weekend is over. But—I guess I could let her relax and get some sleep, for now.”

  “That’s kind of you,” I assure him, clapping my hand on his shoulder twice. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. M.”

  “In the A.M., Mr. H.”

  After Rex leaves, I stretch out on my bed and stare at the ceiling, mind percolating with all kinds of things. Ella’s naked, masked body is a fine sheen laid across my every thought. I can’t shake her hourglass figure, that thick, kinky chestnut hair, or her prismatic hazel eyes from my thoughts. Her lips, swollen and succulent from blowing me. Her pussy, sweet and smoky, like salted caramel…

  I came here to get away from her, yet here we are. My dick still smells like her and I pull in a deep breath and release, clenching my jaw. Like some hopeless prick addicted to cigarettes, or anything else that might kill him.

  Ella.

  And she wants me, too… all this time…

  Those tight skirts. The fleeting looks. Bending over my desk and then glancing back at me like she wants a hard spanking. None of it was an accident. I wasn’t being the dirty one; she was. We both were. But I thought it was just me. I thought I was losing my mind with lust… and I was.

  And Rex was the one who invited her here. He’s going hunting for her tomorrow. Possibly quite literally. He has no finesse. He bashes until he breaks through whatever wall is in his way.

  But this time, the wall is me.

  And I’m immovable.

  I know that I shouldn’t, and neither should Rex. It’s against the ironclad company policies, the same policies that we both used to swear by. It jeopardizes the career of a hardworking young girl who didn’t ask for any of this…

  Until tonight.

  Now she’s asking for it.

  And I can’t say no.

  Chapter 8

  Ella

  After Mr. McKenzie—Rex, sorry—burst into Rainier’s villa while I was straddling his lap, spearing myself on him, I shouldn’t be able to sleep. But I have the best damn sleep of my life. It doesn’t even matter that Rainier’s partner saw us together. I peel off my mask and the cool air on my cheeks feels glorious. I melt down onto the bedspread and sleep like a sack of bricks, still nude, full of Rainier’s seed. I don’t even dream. I just sleep.

  In the morning, I let myself take things slow, partially because I’m actually sore from losing my virginity to Rainier last night. At the time, his big cock felt magnificent but now I can tell that I’ve been stretched and worked to full capacity in one night. I wince as I hobble around the villa, bathing and slathering on sunscreen. I find a loose white linen set of pants and a slim white tube top in the closet. Loungewear. Perfect. I get dressed and flow through my morning yoga routine. I completely forget to put my mask back on, but no one knows where my villa is, and I’m confident that no one is going to just barge in here randomly.

&nb
sp; Breathe in, breathe out. Relax.

  I know everything is ruined. Rex recognized me. He’s going to tell Rainier.

  Deep breath. In and out.

  I’m going to be fired, and our exquisite tropical romp will just become a worn page in my spank bank. But I still feel damn fine.

  Breathe in, breathe out.

  I lost my virginity to the best of the best. And no one can take that away from me now.

  In. Out.

  I’m doing a sun salutation pose as a broad-shouldered shadow spills across the white tile floor, and my heart squeezes hard. Shit! I’m not wearing my mask! My mask is still on the bedside table!

  I glance over to the sliding glass door, heart leaping, expecting to find Rainier...

  A masked and nude Rex beams back at me, his dick still gleaming with someone’s pussy juice.

  I wish he were Rainier. In spite of the masks and their similar builds, Rainier is still larger and more chiseled than Rex, and his jaw is stronger. His dick is bigger. Rainier’s eyes are penetrating, and they seem to peel the clothes right off of me. But Rex’s eyes just look hungry and obnoxious. When he looks at me, I get the same kind of urge I feel when I swat away a mosquito. Even masked, definitely not Rainier.

  Rainier is hard and cold but he’s also good and strong. He holds himself to a high standard, and he meets those standards. It’s so hot. But looking at Rex, I don’t feel the same warmth and tenderness kindle.

  Warmth and tenderness. No, forget that I said that. This just happened and he’s just my gorgeous boss. The sex was cathartic and so gratifying, but I’m not in love with him. And he’s definitely not in love with me, either.

  “Rex,” I breathe, knowing that there’s no point at all in pretending that the mask makes a difference. He knew to expect me here. He’s been looking for me. There’s no other way I can explain how he found my exact fucking villa. He must have convinced a valet that he knew me personally and was expected here, since he could give them my real name.

  A slow grin bleeds over Rex’s lips as he crosses the threshold, eyes gleaming on my body. “I knew you’d come,” he purrs.