A Kiss Stolen

by Georgia Le Carre

  “I’m terrified,” I respond, “but I need you.”

  The curiosity vanishes and I see lust completely take over in his eyes. “Just remember you asked for this,” he snarls.

  As quick as lightening, I drop down to my knees and take the head of his cock in my mouth. I crawl on my knees with him as he staggers backwards against the wall. The warm water cascades down on both of us as I suck on the rock-solid length.

  I still remember gagging the last time I tried this and how he had finished the job himself. With my hand at the root I swallow up his dick as deep as I can, but before I can start to gag I pull away slowly, sensuously. I let my tongue run up and down the silky-smooth length, tracing the bulging veins before I lower my head to take his balls into my mouth.

  He groans and I lay my palm on his flat belly. I can feel his pulse underneath his skin. Fast and slightly erratic. His cock grows bigger inside my mouth and it makes my heart swell with pride to know I can do this to him.

  Almost beside myself with arousal and excitement I feel my stomach clench when his body starts to clench and contract. His hand slides around my neck to hold me in place, just where he wants. I pray I will not start choking like some amateur. Lifting my gaze, I see his head resting back against the wall. His eyes are shut with the intensity of emotions coursing through him.

  With a smack he shuts the water faucet off.

  I take him as deep into my throat as he will go. Drops of cum spill into my mouth and I lap it all up, craving his taste more than anything in the world. His hand spreads into my hair as he begins to rock his hips backwards and forwards. Holding me in place, Brand explodes inside my mouth, shooting straight down my throat. I suck wildly on the engorged head and hear his palm hit the tile wall just before his curse rings out in the enclosed space.

  “Fuck,” he swears.

  A groan escapes my lips. Everything about this man turns me on. He roughly pulls me up to him and at first I am unable even to stand. Brand gazes into my eyes and I cannot breathe.

  “Did I do okay?” I whisper.

  “What?” he rasps.

  “Did I do okay?” I repeat

  “Yeah, you did just fine,” he says as he spins me around. He slams my back against the wall. His hands placed on either side of my face sting like burning coals. My hands slide around his waist to grab hold of him unwilling for even an inch of space to be between us. Slanting his head, he kisses me, hard, and my entire body goes limp.

  His tongue takes over my mouth and I surrender to it all. By the time he pulls his lips from mine I cannot even open my eyes. All I can do is feel.

  He goes to my breast and I feel my pussy drip even more. My own cream rolls warm and thick down my legs and I feel as if I am melting as his mouth tugs on my nipple. The painful pleasure rocks my whole body and my hand instantly goes between my legs. But Brand’s hand arrives quicker, his fingers slipping in between the soaked folds as he palms me hard. I trap his hand between my legs and cry out at the beautiful torment.

  “Fuck,” I gasp, my toes curling.

  He takes a nip of the skin between my neck and shoulder, and my knees buckle. Crazed with lust, I begin to trace kisses down his body, my aim is to brand all of him. He grips my waist in his hand and spins me around. My hands connect with the wet tiles, my face is pressed into the cool smooth wall. I shut my eyes as his hands roughly grab my hips and pull my hips back, making my buttocks jut out.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me,” I plead, writhing my ass against his groin.

  His mouth rests against my ear. “Your mouth has turned dirty,” he growls. Looking into my eyes, he parts my ass and sensually rubs his dick up and down my crack. My sex feels so swollen and hard I know I can climax any moment.

  His hand slaps my buttocks hard and I cry out.

  He kicks my legs to spread them further apart. I feel him lower his hard body slightly, then his cock head finds my opening. In one smooth movement, his whole cock plunges into me. I moan with the shocking pleasure. My fingers end up tangled in my own hair as he stretches and completely fills me out.

  “Brand,” I cry out, as he begins to move inside of me. Only the tips of my toes remain on the floor as I rise to meet his brutal thrusts. He seems angry as he pounds into me. I realize I don’t want it any other way. This is how we connect. Like animals.

  I can hear him panting behind me as he fucks me ruthlessly. His grunts are pure music to my ears and I relish each sound as his dick drives deeper and deeper into me. My scream is unconscious as I slam my buttocks into him. My hand goes to my clit to torture the already tormented nub in hard rapid circles. I lose all the strength in my body as wild pleasure begins to melt off all of my bones.

  My feet leave the floor when I eventually explode. The whole world ceases to matter. There is only Brand’s body rubbing against me, his voice grunting, his dick deep inside me. Brand holds me up against him as he comes together with me, the both of us gasping and trembling against the other. I feel his hot seed shooting into me.

  Our bodies are slicked with sweat. The combined scent of our sex envelops us as we tremble with the force of our climax. He bites deeply into the skin of my shoulder and it just makes the juices flowing out of me increase.

  It takes a while before either of us let the other go.

  Brand leans against me, completely spent while my hands rest against the tiled wall. I want to kiss him before he comes to his senses so I angle my head and catch his lips with mine. He doesn’t resist, his tongue dances and tangles with mine as we lap each other up. Eventually he spins me around to face him. I know it is over, but I don’t want it to be.

  I lick my lips slowly.

  For a second his eyes are mesmerized by the journey of my tongue then his big powerful hands go around my buttocks. Grabbing my flesh he lifts me up. My legs automatically curl around his waist. I search his face until he captures my mouth again. His tongue is hot and velvety and the kiss is deep and passionate.

  It is a shock to feel his cock slipping into me once more.

  I did not think it was possible for a man to be able to go again so soon after, but I do not question the blessing. I shut my eyes and cradle my lover’s head against my breasts.

  Brand slams into me and we begin our dance all over again.

  Lost in his embrace, I never want to find myself again. As my nails dig into the skin of his back, my entire body moves back and forth with the force of his fucking, I swear to myself that I will make him mine. I already seem to have ruined him for anyone else, anyway. I just have to remove the barrier that he has erected between us.

  He may be a fucking maniac, but he is my maniac.

  I clench down hard and mark his satiny skin as he takes me to the edge of the cliff once more. Brand searches for my lips and kisses me so hard we breathe through each other’s mouths.

  I feel tears fill my eyes as my entire body quickens with my impending orgasm. The heat from his body radiates in waves and consumes us both. He comes with me once again, his cry is animalistic, his hips slamming painfully into me. I throw my hands around his shoulders as our bodies tremble against each other.

  His head falls in the crook of my neck as he fights to control his breathing. I savor this moment of silent communion between us. I wish it could last forever, but the dream is broken when he tugs on my legs clamped around his hips. I loosen them and my legs fall from around him and back to the ground.

  I wait, almost afraid to breathe, as I brace myself for the rejection that I already know is coming. It comes in four heartbreaking words.

  “You can go now,” he says watching me intently.

  I pretend to shrug, insouciant as a cat. “Sure, why not? I’ve got what I came for,” I say airily as I pull the door open and let myself out. I try not to hurry away now, achingly aware of my nakedness and his eyes boring holes through me as I take my leave. Soon I am out of the room. Naked, I hurry to my room and collapse on my bed. I pull the covers over my head and try, just try to breathe.

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nbsp; “It will all be okay,” I promise myself. “Just breathe.”

  In out. In out. In the end I start to shiver with the cold. A brutal shard of pain digs itself into my chest. No matter how horrible Brand is to me, I cannot rid him from my heart.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Liliana

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYr4fDuLhXg

  Without Me

  The next morning I am awoken by the sound of something falling close to my face. Startled, I open my eyes to see Brand staring down at me. He is fully dressed in a calf-length coat, buttoned up black silk shirt and trousers, his hair has been combed back, and his jet-black beard is trimmed. He looks as deliciously wicked as sin.

  For the first few moments he doesn’t speak and I let my eyes take in the thing next to my head.

  “Take the pill,” he says to me.

  I sit up, push my hair out of my face, and regard him. “I will.”

  He nods then turns around to leave and I remember that I am meant to treat him with total kindness. Unconditionally, and selflessly. This is my apology.

  “Thank you for thinking of me,” I say.

  I might as well have been talking to the walls since he exits the room without even a glance back. I fall back on the bed. I don’t know how I can possibly help him. No matter what Lindy thinks he makes his wish of wanting absolutely nothing to do with me pretty blatant. I know it will be time for me to leave soon, but even imagining going back to my old life is impossible. It is almost as if I was a different person then and I cannot walk into her life. It would be too boring. Too empty. I think of my mother and feel sad for her. If only there was a way for me to have Brand and my family in my life. Of course, that would never happen, not when he hates my family so strongly.

  Pierre arrives an hour later while I am eating my breakfast of yogurt and fruit in the kitchen. The truth is I’m barely even tasting any of it.

  “Bonjour,” he says to me and his bright eyes draws a smile out of me.

  “Bonjour,” I greet listlessly.

  “All is well?” he asks, an eyebrow cocked.

  “Yeah.”

  He doesn’t seem to believe me and presses on. “Was the poison used on the wrong someone?”

  I look up. “What?”

  He nudges his chin over to my neck and gives me a sly smile. Shit. I immediately jump to my feet. While he laughs I hurry around the kitchen looking for a mirror till Pierre pulls one out of a drawer and hands it to me.

  I snatch the intricate brass frame from him and peer into it. A red hickey is evident for the world to see, and I feel myself turning a bright shade of pink. Pierre comes over with a slice of cheese and takes the seat at the table.

  “So,” he says, “if poison not work we go to the next strategy. Make him jealous.”

  The idea already sounds mighty ridiculous to me. Even the thought of Brand being jealous of me sounds like a fantasy. He’ll probably find it very amusing to think that anyone could imagine he would be jealous of my activities.

  “Find a good-looking man,” Pierre is saying. “Seduce with him just a bit, and let your ... friend find the two of you in flagrante delicto.”

  “Isn’t that a rather dangerous strategy? Couldn’t it lead to violence?”

  He shrugs. “I’ll take the risk.”

  I grin. “Are you proposing to put yourself forward as the good-looking man?”

  "Yes, I can help you. Tonight, I serve at a new bakery’s open soirée. Come with me, look beautiful, and have a bit of fun. When you come home your friend will be hot for you.”

  I think about how easily I could run away from Brand, but incredibly there is not a single cell in my body that wants to leave him. I also realize that Pierre has no idea how dangerous what he is suggesting is. Brand is not a man to be played with. If he thinks Pierre is helping me to escape there could be hell to pay for him.

  “You might get in trouble!” I say mildly to him.

  “What trouble?”

  “Forget it. Too dangerous.”

  He rises to his feet in disappointment. “You’re … how do you say it in English, cluck, cluck, ah yes! chicken." He sits back down and looks at me with a smug expression.

  “I’m not afraid to go,” I say quietly.

  “Then come with me to the soirée. Push him just a little, see what happens?”

  More than ever I am certain that Pierre is the devil because how in the hell can I say no to such a possibility? Anyway, judging from Brand’s past behavior he won’t come back until well past midnight, and as long as I’m back well before that I should be fine.

  “I need to be back by ten o’clock though.”

  Pierre’s grin is wide. “No problem.”

  “I mean it.”

  He lifts one shoulder and lets it drop. “By eight o’clock the whole area is dead anyway.”

  At 5.00 p.m. sharp, I am dressed warmly and ready to go. Pierre has just finished up cleaning the living room so he appears at the back door to put on his coat. “You ready?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “Those men who wait outside. Are they … guards?”

  I nod. “Yeah. We don’t have to go, you know.”

  He grins, his eyes full of mischief. “So we will exit out of the cellar window. No one is there.” He opens a rickety door by the larder and we go down into a dark cold cellar. The air smells of fruit and alcohol. Using the light from his phone, we climb out of the window.

  “Wait here,” he orders, a thrill of excitement in his voice.

  I hear his rusty little Renault start and drive away. The air is freezing cold and just as I start to wonder if he has just played a little joke on me, he appears at the side of the house.

  “Let us go,” he says.

  He leads me past the pool, and down a dark little path until we emerge onto the main road. Further down I see his red Renault parked in the bushes. We climb into his car and both of us start laughing. Our noses are running and our lips are so frozen we can barely laugh, but it is exciting to think we just evaded Brand’s men. I squash away the prick of guilt at the kind of trouble they would be in if Brand found out by telling myself we will be back long before Brand gets back. We drive down to what appears to be a small town.

  Soon we arrive at the bakery having its opening. A small crowd of people are gathered inside. We get in and I find that it also doubles up as a stunning cafe. A carousel of all of their delicacies running through the middle of the room. At the sight of pastries and whipped cream, Brand and all my troubles are immediately forgotten.

  “Have fun,” Pierre says to me and I do not need to be reminded. “I will be in the back working. Come find me if you need me.” I nod excitedly to him and grab a Mascarpone and Raspberry Rose Cream Choux Pastry. It is generously filled with cream patisserie, but my eyes catch yet another crafted exactly in the form of a Rubik’s cube.

  I go after it shamelessly.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Brand

  Mark is speaking as we walk into the house, so it takes me a few minutes to notice that something is wrong. I stop suddenly and look around, my eyes narrowing. Mark stops speaking and glances around too.

  “I’ll go check,” he says as he begins to lightly run up the stairs.

  I head into the living room. As I suspected there is no one here.

  “She’s not up there either,” Mark announces, before immediately backing away. “I’ll ask the guards,” he says, before he runs out of the house. I wait. Lowering my head, I shut my eyes at the sudden surge of anger that shoots through my body.

  A few minutes later Mark returns through the door with an update. “They’re searching the property. We’ll find her, Boss,” he tries to reassure me, but I am past listening.

  “Get me everyone on duty,” I order and he hurries off. A few minutes later, all six men file in. My call to Antoine, the house’s owner connects in that moment.

  “Is there an alternate way out of your home?” I ask him.

  H
e is silent for a few moments. “Why?”

  I understand his caution. We’re both programmed to be wary of even the closest of acquaintances. “My girl is gone.”

  “There is,” he immediately confirms. “Through the cellar, but only Pierre has the key.”

  The boy ...

  Shit! That little wet-behind the ears kid, but it makes perfect sense. He has been Liliana’s companion in the house. It would have been so easy for her to manipulate him. I think of her winding her arms around his thin wiry frame, offering her body to him, opening her white thighs, and my blood boils.

  “I’ll call you back,” I say to him and end the call.

  I quickly place another call to the boy, but there is no response.

  Before I can stop myself my hand has flung the phone towards the wall, but it hits one of the men squarely in the head and shatters into pieces. Blood trickles down his face. I watch as he struggles to keep his balance, his hand over his head.

  Apart from him, the rest remain at attention as I fight to control my breathing; I am heaving with such uncontrollable fury I want to kill someone.

  “Find her,” I growl, and even before I bend down to pick up my handgun, the room has emptied.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Liliana

  Thirty minutes later I start to worry. I have stuffed myself with more sweets than I care to recall, but my mouth is bitter with fear. I shouldn’t have come and certainly not with Pierre. What the hell was I thinking? Brand is not a man to be trifled with.

  If I am going to disappear then it better be all the way back to England in search of my dad, who knows exactly how to protect himself, otherwise this potentially puts a lot of people in trouble. I go to find Pierre, and catch sight of him through the kitchen door washing dishes. The decision to go in is taken away from me when one of the uniformed bakers points me to the sign at the door that says only employees allowed.