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by Grace, K D


  He shoved into the bird’s tight cunt, and she wrapped her legs around him like she would break his ribs. He grabbed her arse and pulled her to him, bending to bite her fat, begging nipples as he did.

  ‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ came her humid gasp against his ear. And she gripped him like a tight fist. He held back as long as he could. He didn’t want Vivienne thinking he couldn’t hold his wad. But the chick’s slit was so tight and so wet, and she just kept thrusting against him until it was inevitable. One last hard shove, and he spurted massively, grunting and jerking until it almost hurt, but oh God, such a relief. Such a relief.

  Chapter Twenty-five

  THE THOUGHT OF TURNING and running back down the stairs barely had time to register before her mother scooped her into her arms, oblivious to the rain soaking through the front of her very expensive silk blouse. ‘I’m so sorry, my darling, so sorry,’ she whispered against Rita’s shoulder.

  Rita could only respond by sobbing. At times like this, maybe a girl just needed her mother. Maybe the unpleasant scene she had been dreading between the two of them could wait, at least for a little while. She had already had enough unpleasantness for one day.

  With the front of her blouse wet from the rain and her shoulder wet from Rita snuffling, Coraline Martelli helped her daughter out of her wet clothes and made her a warm cup of cocoa. When the catharsis was over and Rita was swathed in her favourite terry robe and tucked up in her bed, her mother pulled the chair to her bedside and held her hand as she had done when Rita was as a small child. Back then, Rita had thought her mother was a dark-haired angel with pretty red lips that always smiled and strong arms that kept her safe from the monsters under the bed. With a sudden tightness in her throat, Rita realised not that much had changed, except the monsters were now real, and they wanted to destroy her.

  Her mother studied her for a long moment in the amber light of the bedside lamp, then she reached out and pushed a damp lock of hair away from her face. ‘You look thin, Ree. I knew that without Rosa to cook for you, you wouldn’t eat well.’

  ‘Mama, please. I’m eating fine. I’ve just been …’ Her voice drifted off, and in spite of herself, she felt tears welling again.

  ‘My poor baby. I’m so sorry. I never intended it to be this way. I searched and searched for you. I thought maybe you’d try to find your father. I never imagined you’d leave the States. Then I sent Paulo to London on business, and he discovered these amazing articles by some free-lance journalist named Rita Holly.’

  Rita stared down into her cocoa. ‘Using my middle name was a give-away. I should have known better.’

  ‘It wouldn’t have mattered if you had called yourself Queen Elizabeth, I would have still known it was you. Remember, you used to read all your stories to me when you were a little girl? How could I not recognise the voice of my own daughter all grown up and taking London by storm.’

  ‘Hardly by storm, Mama. In fact I imagine you’re the only one who noticed.’

  Her mother waved away the self deprecation. ‘Anyway, finding you was easy once I realised you had left Seattle and transformed yourself into a London journalist. When I realised what was going on, I knew I had to act. Your friend, Kate let me into your flat once she knew how worried I was.’

  And just like that the mother-daughter bliss popped like a soap bubble, and the old issues surfaced again. Rita pulled her hand away from her mother’s grip. ‘So you had me tailed like a petty criminal and bribed my best friend to break you into my flat?’

  ‘It wasn’t a bribe. She was worried too.’

  ‘Mama, this is exactly why I left in the first place.’ The venting of her frustration, once begun, was like a runaway train. Defying Coraline Martelli took courage. Best get it all over with before the courage failed her. ‘I needed space. I needed a life of my own, and Martelli isn’t it. I’m not like you. I’m not a born businesswoman. I have no nose for it, no feel for it, and I saw what it did to us, to you, and I just couldn’t – ‘

  ‘Paulo’s taking over Martelli.’

  ‘I just couldn’t spend my life doing something I have no love for. I mean it’s hard enough …’ She stopped suddenly and caught her breath as her mother’s words finally soaked in. ‘What?’

  ‘I said Paulo’s taking over Martelli.’

  ‘Paulo?’ Rita barely trusted her own voice. ‘Taking over? Really?’

  Coraline Martelli held her daughter’s gaze. ‘He has the nose. There’s never been a more loyal employee. Why not? Why shouldn’t he do what he loves? Why shouldn’t you both do what you love?’

  Rita held her breath, unable to believe what she was hearing. Paulo had always been like a big brother to her ever since her mother hired him to work in the stockroom in the evenings after school. ‘And you’re OK with that, Mama?’

  Her mother nodded. ‘If you’d only told me you wanted to be a journalist instead of running off to England, I would have –’

  ‘You would have bought me my own magazine, yes I know, Mama, that’s why I didn’t tell you.’ She smoothed the duvet over her lap. ‘I wanted... I needed to do it myself.’

  Her mother chuckled softly ‘Only a small magazine, darling. You would have to prove yourself before I bought you a big one.’ She waved away her remark. ‘I would never have pressured you to take over Martelli Fragrance. I remember too well what it was like when your grandfather did that to me.’ She gave a heroic shrug. ‘Fortunately for Martelli, I did have the nose, and the business sense. That’s why I had to find you. That’s what I wanted to tell you.’

  She reached out and took Rita’s hand again. ‘I sacrificed a lot for the business, but the one thing I won’t sacrifice is you. So if you’re angry at me for hiring a private detective and deceiving your best friend, well, I can only add those to the long list of things I need to ask your forgiveness for.’

  Into the emotionally charged moment the phone rang. It was her mother’s mobile, ringing from inside her bag.

  Coraline Martelli groaned and rolled her eyes. ‘I told Paulo not to call me here.’ The ensuing conversation was in animated Italian.

  Rita closed her eyes, and the sound of her mother’s voice washed over her as it had done when she was a child. She heard her mother open her brief case and heard her spreading files and bits of paper all over the foot of the bed. It was a good thing her mother had the brains and the nose because she couldn’t organise her way out of a paper bag.

  The conversation got louder and Rita opened her eyes as her mother rifled through papers and hand-written notes on Martelli stationery. If it was raining water outside, it was raining bits of paper inside. Rita caught a piece of expensive company stationery before it could float off the edge of the bed, and her heart did a flip-flop.

  Suddenly it was as if the room were full of beating wings. She shoved aside the duvet and shuffled to the lounge, plopping down in the chair in front of the desk to boot the computer. Her mother followed, still half-shouting in Italian, hands flying through the air like she was conducting an orchestra. Rita could see her reflection in the monitor as she pulled up the vintage erotica sites one by one, until she came to the one she was looking for.

  And there it was, the elegant copperplate script surrounded by the same erotic drawing. How could she not have remembered? She looked down at the words in Latin written beneath a tiny, simplified version of Venus and Mars embracing on the Martelli stationary. In Latin it said, The depths of our animal nature and the highest mount of our divinity. She had seen it all her life and never paid any attention to it. It was just words in Latin. Neither it nor the drawing had meant anything until now.

  Her mother had stopped talking, and the phone hung loosely in her hand. Paulo’s confused voice carried on at the other end until she cut him off, and mother and daughter were engulfed in charged silence.

  ‘You’re a member of The Mount.’ It wasn’t a question.

  ‘Yes. Roman Coven. I’m the head of the High Council there.’ Her mother gave a self
-deprecating smile. ‘We aren’t as barbaric as Vivienne and her lot. We alternate every three years. But I know coven law better than anyone else, so the job falls to me a little more often than I’d like.’ She nodded to the monitor. ‘Those drawings are from my collection. Edward’s great, great grandfather did them.’

  Rita felt as though all the air had gone out of her lungs. ‘You know about Vivienne and Edward?’

  Coraline Martelli took her daughter’s hands and pulled her away from the computer. ‘I know about everything, dear. In fact, I know more than Vivienne knows. Much more.’

  Her mother led her back to the bed and tucked her in, then sat down next to her. For a long moment neither woman spoke, then Rita found her voice. ‘You know everything? How?’

  ‘Rome is the oldest coven of The Mount. The original. Not much escapes our notice, and even less escapes the head of the High Council.’

  ‘Especially when the head of the High Council is my mother.’ The thought suddenly made Rita’s head spin. Had her mother gone through what she had gone through?

  ‘Was my father a member of The Mount then?’ Rita asked.

  Her mother shook her head. ‘He was a rock musician, like I said. An American. He wasn’t anybody famous. It was a one-night-stand,’ she reassured her daughter. ‘He didn’t know who I was, and I never even knew his last name, but it wouldn’t have mattered. You would have still been a Martelli. I wanted a daughter, and he didn’t think it a hardship to give me what I wanted.’ She chuckled. ‘Of course he didn’t actually know what I wanted.’

  After her mother had given her time to absorb her little bombshell, she continued. ‘I love the business, and I’m good at it, but if you scratch the surface, it’s The Mount that’s shaped me more than anything else, and it’s always been my hope that the time would come when I could share it with you.’

  She stood and moved to the window at the foot of Rita’s bed and looked out onto the rainy night. ‘No daughter wants to think about her mother doing what she’s done, especially when it involves initiation into The Mount. That’s why you were invited to join the London Coven. It’s always that way with children of members. Not all children undergo initiation when they’re grown.’ She turned away from the window and offered Rita a smile. ‘But those who choose to, do so in a coven other than that of their parents.’

  Suddenly the room felt tight and airless. ‘You knew about this? You knew about Edward?’

  Her mother nodded, holding her gaze. ‘I told you, I know everything. That’s why I didn’t come to you sooner.’

  ‘Since you know everything, then I’m assuming you know that I’ve been banished for writing an exposé for Talkabout Magazine.’ No matter how casual she tried to be about what had happened only a few hours earlier, her face still burned with shame of it.

  ‘Rubbish! Anyone with half a brain would know you didn’t write that article, and since no one in the London Coven knows who you are – well almost no one – then I can’t believe you’d be privy to any special secrets.’

  ‘Like what?’

  Her mother raised a well arched eyebrow. ‘Have you not read the article?’

  Rita shook her head. ‘I’ve only heard the choice bits that Vivienne took great pleasure in regaling the High Council with.’ As an after thought, she asked, ‘Who there knows who I am?’

  Her mother ignored the question.

  ‘Mama? I know that look. What are you up to?’

  Suddenly the woman was rummaging through her briefcase again until she extricated from the detritus the offending copy of Talkabout, which she shook triumphantly at her daughter. ‘Rita, darling, you just leave this to me. When I get through with Vivienne, I promise you, she’ll regret the day she messed with my daughter.’

  ‘No, mama! There you go again interfering. It’s always been this way. I get a B in Latin, my mother sorts the teacher out and I end up with an A. I don’t get the job I apply for, my mother comes and buys the position for me.’

  ‘You earned that A, and you know it. Your Latin was better than the teacher’s. And it was hardly necessary to buy you the position when I owned the company.’ She gave a shrug that made her look like she was wearing heavy shoulder pads. ‘Technically that means that you owned the company, right?’

  ‘That’s not the point. I left because I wanted to fight my own battles, and sometimes that means losing.’

  Her mother studied her for a long moment then took a deep breath. ‘Do you want to lose this battle?’

  ‘No! Of course I don’t. I loved my experience of The Mount. I guess I only realised how much after I’d lost it, but I love Leo and Morgan and Alex and Aurora, and I –’

  ‘And you especially love Edward, yes I know my darling.’ Once again she gave her daughter the long hard stare. Then she looked down at the magazine in her hand and cocked her head. ‘If you don’t want to lose this battle, then you’ll have to let me tutor you a little bit in coven law. That wouldn’t be considered interfering, would it?’

  Suddenly Rita’s heart was in her throat. ‘You’d do that?’

  ‘It’s the only way you’ll be able to take on Vivienne head to head. But before that, there are three things you need to do. First, don’t under any circumstances, read the Talkabout article. Your not knowing is the key to getting you back in. Secondly, call Kate. She’s worried sick.’ She looked down at her watch. ‘And finally, get some rest. Nothing’s going to happen tonight.’

  Chapter Twenty-six

  VIVIENNE SAT NAKED IN front of the vanity while Lorelei bent over her, careful not to obscure her view in the mirror as she applied her mascara for her. She never dressed until every other part of her morning ritual was finished. She enjoyed being naked, and even more, she enjoyed looking at herself naked.

  Vivienne was in a foul mood. Whatever happened between her and Edward after Rita Holly’s banishment must have been ugly. It was the logical reason for such a mood after Vivienne’s triumph over the High Council last night. It didn’t matter that none of it was Lorelei’s fault, she just happened to be in the line of fire.

  She finished the mascara and stepped back while Vivienne studied the final result with a pout. Through the mirror her gaze fell on Lorelei standing behind her, and the pout became something more threatening. ‘Are you impatient, Lorelei, darling? Do you, perhaps, have something more important to do?’

  ‘No. Of course not,’ Lorelei lied. ‘I have nothing that can’t wait.’ She had sacrificed a lot to be Vivienne’s confidant. She knew none of the other council members trusted her or even believed she had a right to be here, but it didn’t matter. She was close to the power, right where she’d always wanted to be. Worth the sacrifice, she thought. But now, for the first time, she was having doubts. The whole incident with Owen Frank bothered her. While he was rewarded for being an arsehole, Rita Holly was punished for doing everything right. A large part of the blame was hers. But it had always been her job to help Vivienne get what she wanted. This was no time to develop a conscience.

  She quickly returned her attention to Vivienne, who was once again admiring her own reflection. With a wave of her hand, she ordered, ‘Get me the blue corset, the one with the Spanish lace.’

  It was a corset she wore only for Edward. Strange how she punished him and schemed to hurt him then almost in the next breath tried to please him. When Lorelei opened the corset drawer, there, on top of the expensive bespoke finery, washed, repaired and neatly folded, was the tatty sweat suit Vivienne had worn in the alley to fuck Gavin. She had just had him fired for shagging a member. Lorelei wondered if she had fucked him in the hoodie first.

  ‘Would you hurry up? I’d like to get dressed sometime today if you don’t mind.’

  Lorelei jumped to find Vivienne suddenly standing so close that her bare breasts nearly brushed her arm. ‘I’m sorry, but this was in the wrong drawer.’ She nodded at the sweat suit.

  ‘It’s not in the wrong drawer. It’s exactly where I want it.’ Vivienne released a warm brea
th against the back of Lorelei’s neck and whispered. ‘Be a dear. Put it on for me.’

  As she unfolded the hoodie and held it out for Vivienne to slip into, Vivienne knocked it away. ‘Not me, you stupid cow. You. Go on. I want to see you in it.’

  While Vivienne watched, Lorelei stripped, trying to ignore the twinge of guilt that came from something so silly as putting on clothes that reminded her of Rita Holly. At last, she stood in nothing but her underwear, feeling as though the moment she put on the sweat suit Rita would somehow know it was her who had betrayed her – under Vivienne’s orders, she reminded herself.

  Vivienne gave her a smack to the back of the head. ‘Take off the bra and panties too. It won’t look right if you don’t.’

  Lorelei swallowed her irritation and did as she was told. And when she was completely naked, she slid into the trainer bottoms and hoodie trying not to think about what they represented. From somewhere, Vivienne produced the hideous pink flip-flop shoes. ‘And these. Put these on.’

  They were too big for her, but Lorelei put them on and offered a weak smile, which was rewarded with a slap across the face. She yelped, from the shock more than the pain, but Vivienne grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close. ‘She would never smile at me, would she?’

  Glaring at Vivienne was such an unusually honest sensation that for a second Lorelei felt a flood of relief. But it was short-lived. Vivienne jerked down the zipper of the hoodie and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and kneading, pinching her nipples, shoving her backward with every pinch. ‘You stupid little slut,’ she breathed, ‘I warned you that Edward would never be yours, didn’t I?’ There was another resounding slap, this time across Lorelei’s breasts. Lorelei stumbled backward and her left foot slipped out of the loose-fitting flip-flop.

 

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