[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture

by Jaden Sinclair

  and sat back down into the darkest part of the room. “So how are

  you going to convince me otherwise?”

  A big hand grabbed the back of his neck, or more like the shirt

  at the back of the neck. Roughly, he was shoved over to a chair

  and forced to sit down, with the one who held and beat him

  standing right behind him.

  “Makayla hasn’t been touched,” Ryland spoke fast. “That’s

  why I sent her away. I knew that you might be interested in her

  later on.”

  “Really?” he sounded bored. “Funny, but I was interested in

  Samara. She was a special pick.” The way he said “special” had

  Ryland shivering. He just hoped like hell he didn’t piss his pants.

  “What do you know?”

  “She was requested to the Compound, taken from the house,

  and presented at the fall party,” the one behind Ryland answered.

  “Dane Knight married her. They’ll be there until morning.”

  “Now, we definitely have a problem, Ryland.” A snap of a

  finger and the one standing behind Ryland bent over, and hit his

  hand with a hammer. Ryland screamed out in pain as his hand

  was broken. “I paid you for a virgin.” Now he sounded dangerous.

  “Paid you a lot of money and expected you to keep my property

  safe and intact. Now, I’m out money and have no virgin. This

  disappoints me Ryland. It disappoints me greatly.”

  Ryland held his broken hand, tears falling freely down his

  face. He bit his lower lip to suppress any sound. “I’ll—I’ll do

  whatever you want,” Ryland had a hell of a time speaking. The

  pain was unbearable.

  “Oh, I have no doubt you will.” Once more he stood up, but it

  wasn’t Ryland his attention was fixed on. “You’ve had dealings

  with this Dane Knight, I take it.”

  “I know him,” the one standing behind him answered. “He’s

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  associated with some powerful people in Treece. Two being

  Blaine Cedric and Darius Alistair.”

  “Impressive. I want to know everything there is to know about

  Dane Knight. Samara is now worthless, but there might be some

  hope for her sister. Find out where the sister is. She may be of

  some use, but I’ll have to check.”

  “What about him?”The man pointed at Ryland.

  Ryland held his breath, fearing the worst. He didn’t want to die

  and he was now thinking that he made a deal with the devil; a

  deal that he couldn’t get out of. He had made a deal that just

  might bury him alive.

  “Get his hand fixed. He might need to use it.” Once more,

  Ryland was jerked to his feet. He was pushed towards the door,

  only to stop. “Cameron. I’m depending on you. Don’t let me

  down.”

  “No sir, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll get you what

  you want and I’ll have tons of fun doing it.”

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  Chapter Six

  Dane woke to the sun shining in his face, a warm body

  pressed up against him, and hot food that made his stomach

  growl. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the foot of the

  bed. On the table was breakfast.

  He reached towards the night stand for his wristwatch that he

  left before the party, to see what time it was. It was already eight

  in the morning. He groaned, took a deep breath, and slipped from

  the bed without disturbing Samara. Dane went into the bathroom

  for a quick shower. Once finished, he dressed in a pair of jeans

  and one of his silk shirts before he went back to the bed to get her

  up.

  “Samara.” She rolled onto her stomach and Dane couldn’t

  resist kissing her back and pulling the sheet away. He ran the

  back of his hands down her spine to the curve of her ass before

  raising his hand and swatting her.

  “What the hell!” She rose up on one hand, hair in her face.

  “Time to get up. Food is here and it’s hot.” He walked away,

  heading over to the table and sitting down with a sigh.

  Samara swung her legs over the side of the bed, wrapped the

  sheet around her body, and brushed hair from her face. “What

  time is it?”

  “It’s a little after eight.”

  “God, I feel like I’ve got a hangover.” She bent over and

  rubbed her forehead. “I’ve never slept this late before.”

  “This is late?” He frowned. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What

  time do you usually get up?”

  Samara stood up and looked around the bed. She picked up

  the blanket, and tossed the pillows around. It appeared like she

  was looking for the robe or something. “I usually get up between

  four and five in the morning. Where’s the robe?”

  “No clue.”

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  She shrugged, turned, and surprised him by heading over to

  him, holding the sheet close to her chest, but she didn’t sit down

  next to him. She sat across from him, as usual.

  “So you get up before the crack of dawn. Why?” Dane started

  picking up lids to the food spread out on the table.

  Eggs, pancakes, sausage, toast, croissant rolls, orange juice,

  coffee, and fruit were spread out on the table. Dane half-figured it

  was more food than Samara usually got to eat. He watched her

  closely. Her eyes got bigger just by looking at the food, and saw

  her lick her lips several times.

  “You can eat whatever you want,” he told her. “I’m not going

  to take any of it away.”

  “Do I look that bad?”

  “You look like a girl that hasn’t eaten in a very long time.”

  She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I told you last night. My

  father usually got to eat everything first. Makayla and I only got

  what was left, and most of the time it wasn’t much. So I gave it to

  her.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  She shrugged. “Nothing for you to sorry about. My father is a

  bastard, plain and simple. I mean, he was always a dick, but when

  my mother left us, he really changed.”

  “Where’d your mother go?”

  Samara picked up a grape and put it into her mouth. Dane

  picked up the pitcher of juice and poured her a large glass. “Don’t

  know. I just woke up one day, and she was gone. Never could

  understand how she could just leave us with him.”

  “Well, maybe I can see if we can find her.” He saw the hope in

  her eyes. “But first, I want you to eat and eat until you’re full.”

  Dane saw a twitch of her lips, almost like she was going to

  smile but held it back.

  She ate slowly and hesitantly at first. About an hour after the

  meal was delivered, the door unlocked and opened again. In

  came the servants with towels over their arms and one large box.

  “Well it looks like that’s my cue to take off,” Dane stood up

  and stretched. “The final pampering of our time at the Compound

  begins.” He took her hand, helped her up to her feet, and brought

  h
er knuckles up to his lips for a quick kiss. “It’s time for your bath.”

  He backed up, keeping a hold on her hand until the last second.

  “She’s all yours. Take good care of her.”

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  * * * *

  Samara didn’t move, only stared at Dane as he backed out of

  the room. Once the door closed, the young women came up to

  her, two taking hold of her arms and leading her into the

  bathroom.

  A hot, scented bubble bath was drawn for her. The whole

  room filled with the scent of tropical flowers. She soaked for a bit,

  enjoying how the hot water eased her sore muscles and relaxed

  her. It embarrassed her when they started to wash her from head

  to foot. Once the water cooled, the women helped her out and

  dried her body. Again, Samara felt strange having anyone take

  care of her in the manner these women were doing. In only a

  towel, they led her into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped

  and freshly made with new clothes laid out on top. It was a

  tradition of the Compound to be dressed in one special outfit. The

  clothes told anyone who saw her that she was a new wife. Sort of

  like a wedding gown, but without the white lace and long gown.

  A pale pink, silk blouse with long sleeves, which would be

  tight around her wrists, was spread out on the covers. One

  woman removed her towel and a thong placed at her feet for her

  to step into. Then the woman picked up her top and held it over

  her head. The neckline was so loose it hung off her shoulders, but

  it had an elastic band that fit tightly around her waist. She wore no

  bra under it and the silk teased her nipples, making them hard.

  The matching skirt had a high slit on the side and a woman drew it

  up from her feet to her hips. It was a short skirt which stopped at

  her knees. There were ruffles adorning the hemline and up the

  skirt’s slit, which matched the effect of the ruffles around the

  neckline and wrists of the blouse. After the servants helped

  Samara sit down, soft, pale pink cotton leggings graced her legs,

  and knee-high boots with soft pale fur to match.

  While she was sitting down, her hair was brushed and dried,

  then pulled back with diamond encrusted combs on the sides.

  Standing in front of the mirror, which had been brought in, Samara

  knew without a doubt that her life really had changed. She was no

  longer the poor girl her father abused. No longer would she worry

  about her next meal or when a beating might come. But could she

  handle being Dane’s wife? What did that entail?

  “My God, you are beautiful.” Dane snuck up behind her,

  meeting Samara’s eyes in the mirror. “I could just about eat you

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  up.”

  “I don’t look like myself,” she stated. “This is some kind of

  dream and, very soon, I’m going to wake up from it.”

  “Well, then, let me just add to it.” She watched him reach over

  her head and place a necklace around her neck. Made of rubies

  and diamonds it matched the band around her finger. “Now it’s all

  official. You’re my wife.”

  Samara shook her head, touching the necklace, “Dane this is

  too much,” she breathed out.

  “No, it’s not nearly enough.” He turned her, kissing her deeply.

  “You deserve much more, Samara, and I’m going to make sure

  you have it. You’ll no longer be abused or expected to serve. Hell,

  I’ve even got a cook, so you don’t have to do that either.” She

  lowered her eyes and he raised her head with a finger under her

  chin. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m worried about Makayla, Dane. I don’t know what my

  father is going to do now that I’m no longer his cash box.”

  “You let me worry about that.” He gave her another kiss on

  the lips; a short kiss that left Samara wanting more. In fact, she

  wanted much more, and that slightly bothered her since she didn’t

  really know him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her

  lips. “I’ve got a strong feeling that I’m going to fall head over heels

  in love with you real fast.”

  Samara couldn’t help herself and smiled. She looked him right

  in his blue eyes, “You don’t know me well enough to say that. Hell,

  I bet once you get a taste of the baggage I have, you’ll want to get

  rid of me faster than stink on shit.”

  Dane laughed, “Oh, for sure I’m going to fall for you. But first,

  how about we get the hell out of here?”

  Samara nodded. “I’m all for that.”

  Hand in hand they left the room. This time, Samara left out the

  front door.

  A limo was waiting for them with a driver holding the back

  door open. Dane stood to the side, letting her get in before him.

  She slid onto the cool leather seat and stared around in

  amazement.

  There was a phone, small bar, and flowers. There was even a

  dark window that separated them from the driver. On the floor

  there were bags from Veto’s, one of the biggest and most

  expensive stores in Treece.

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  “Ah, good,” Dane stated, sliding in across from her.

  “Everything’s here.”

  “Is this your car?” she asked, the door closing behind him.

  “Naw.” He opened one of the bags, peeking inside. “I just

  rented it for you.”

  “Why?”

  “Why not?” he shrugged, opening the bag wide and leaning it

  towards her. “You like these? If not, I can have them returned.”

  Samara looked inside the bag. There were bras, panties,

  stockings and garter belts in many colors. When she reached

  inside to touch one, she found it as soft as the silk shirt that Dane

  wore.

  “I also got you a couple outfits. I thought once Kera met you,

  she’d take you shopping for what you need.”

  “You assume that she’ll like me.” She sat back. “What if she

  doesn’t?”

  “Oh, I have a strong feeling that she will.”

  The limo pulled away, heading east towards the woods.

  Samara watched everything go by. It was the first time she got an

  up close look at the rich side of Treece.

  Shops that she had only heard about they passed by as she

  stared out her window. The people dressed in such nice clothes,

  she instantly felt out of place, but for some strange reason,

  whenever Dane touched her leg or squeezed her hand, the fear

  and displacement she felt vanished.

  Maybe forty-five minutes went by, and the limo was turning

  onto a paved, winding driveway, and what came into view at the

  end, stole her breath away.

  A large, two story log cabin with a basement showed itself

  through a thickness of trees. Samara sat forward in the seat,

  lowered the window, and gaped at it. The driveway lead to the

  Lodge’s grand entrance and portico and stopped right next to a

  wide, stained glass double door. The limo st
opped, the driver got

  out, and the back door opened. Samara got out slowly, staring up

  at the house which was now her home.

  Dane took her hand walked her up to the door and opened it

  for her, standing back. With some hesitation, Samara entered the

  house and was blown away. A grand front room left her

  speechless. A stone fireplace that seemed to go up into vaulted

  ceilings was off to the left. Bolted right above the fireplace, a flat

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  screen television, and positioned around it, were one large black

  leather sofa, a matching love seat, and two rocker recliners.

  Between the furniture, wooden end tables, and under it all, one

  huge black and white fur rug. On the right, a wooden staircase

  which reached a loft that had a hallway going left and right. To the

  back, a dining room table with six chairs. The table rested in what

  she saw as the middle of the house. To the right and left of the

  table, other hallways lead to wonderfully adorned rooms, which

  Dane pointed out as spare bedrooms.

  The kitchen was located at the back of the house. It appeared

  to be a semi-commercial gourmet kitchen with upscale appliances

  and granite counter tops. There was also a wooden spiral

  staircase going up to the second floor. Hidden behind a closed

  door were stairs going down to the basement.

  Hand in hand, Dane took Samara out the back door of the

  kitchen to a large wraparound porch, which was also a deck.

  Down the deck stairs, hidden from the road and drive, was a pool

  that he specially designed. The ground pool was built in all stone,

  making it look like it was a natural spring. What had Samara’s jaw

  dropping was the stone waterfall that beat down into the pool.

  “I keep it heated and going all year round,” Dane said.

  “I’m speechless,” she said, walking around the pool. “I’ve

  never seen a pool with a waterfall before.”

  “Doubt you will,” he chuckled. “I wanted something rustic and

  unusual, so I came up with this idea. Devon also has a cabin

  home, but I don’t think it’s anything like this. It took me a few years

  of building it behind my grandmother’s back to accomplish what

  you are seeing.”

  “Why’d you have to do that?”

  “Because my grandmother is a control freak and that is