[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture

by Jaden Sinclair

  for what he wants, and he paid a one Ryland Tabor over ninety

  thousand dollars cash for special treats.” Again his eyes landed

  on Samara, and Samara moved over to Dane.

  Devon whistled, Dane swore.

  “Oh, and it gets better,” Blaine added. “Darius is also looking

  into shit. He found out that Esopo has taken Cameron under his

  wing.”

  “Yep, it just keeps getting better and better,” Devon grumbled.

  “Darius also told me that a rumor was going around. Esopo

  was going to give something special away, but that something

  slipped through his fingers.” Once more he looked at Samara.

  “Guess we all can guess what happened to that something.”

  “What’d you mean give something away?” Dane asked.

  Blaine took a deep breath, moved the cigar around in his

  mouth, and linked fingers together over his chest. “What it means

  is a very high end auction has been set up. Cash has been

  flowing in and out of the bank like water in a waterfall. But there is

  a snag in the deal that Esopo has set up. From what Darius has

  heard and what I’ve learned, Esopo is only a middle man. He

  answers to someone else and that someone wants five virgins for

  his little party. Right now, he only has four.”

  “And I was supposed to be the fifth,” Samara said softly. She

  pulled out of Dane’s arms, turned, and left the group. She couldn’t

  stomach it anymore and needed some air.

  “Samara,” Dane’s voice was soothing, but not enough to get

  rid of the dirty feeling she had. He followed her out back, which

  she knew he would.

  “I bet he’s going to put Makayla in my place.” She hugged

  herself, looking out at the night sky.

  “No, he won’t.”

  She snickered low with a small grin, a single tear falling down

  her face. “You don’t know him, Dane. If Ryland has a chance to

  make money, he’s going to take it.”

  He came up behind her, his arms going around her waist, chin

  on her shoulder. “Trust me, Samara. Nothing’s going to happen to

  Makayla.”

  * * * *

  “Well, it’s about fucking time you showed your ass.” Dane

  walked into Blaine’s mansion and smiled big. Darius Alistair

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  lounged with his feet up on an antique sofa in the study.

  Darius smiled. At the tender age of twenty-three, he appeared

  a boy of only eighteen. He had a cocky smile on his full lips, day

  old growth on his chin, and messy looking dark brown hair. Just

  the way Dane had always remembered him. He wasn’t dressed

  like he had money either. Darius wore faded blue jeans with holes

  starting or appearing like they were starting in the knees and one

  on the thigh. He had a white t-shirt and leather jacket with shit-

  kicker boots.

  “A child protégé?” Dane snorted, “Still looks like a punk to

  me.”

  Darius slowly stood up, strolled over to Dane, and looked him

  up and down. Without a word, he grabbed Dane in one hell of a

  tight hug.

  “Good to see you too,” Darius said.

  “Where’s Blaine?” Dane asked, taking a step to the side

  around Darius, going right for the liquor.

  “Right here.” Blaine came in with a pissed off look on his face,

  a cigar in his mouth, and smoke floating all around him. “Fuckers,”

  he mumbled.

  “Something wrong, sunshine?” Dane asked with a snicker.

  Blaine went right over to the fireplace, which was blazing. He

  tossed his cigar into the flames and kicked another log in.

  The study was something right out of a gentleman’s book.

  Adorned with brown leather furniture, dark oak book shelves, and

  leather bound books, the room would be an executive’s dream.

  Lamps which gave off soft light and a fireplace in the center with

  two chairs facing it shed the only light in the room. There was

  even an old redwood desk placed at the far right of the room

  positioned in front of the windows and hanging over the fireplace,

  a large painting of William Cedric.

  Dane watched as Blaine glared up at the paintings, turned

  quickly for one of the crystal pitchers that had bourbon in it, and

  threw it as hard as he could with a yell at the painting.

  “Randal!” Blaine yelled. Within seconds the butler came

  rushing into the study. “I want that damn painting out of here. I

  don’t give a fuck where you put it, just get it out!”

  “Yes, sir,” the butler said in a rush, turning and scurrying from

  the room.

  “Care to share?” Dane asked.

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  Blaine just gave him a glare and Darius leaned on him with an

  arm over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s been a grumpy son of a bitch

  since I showed up. Think it has something to do with a clause in

  the will.”

  “Fuck off, Darius,” Blaine pointed a finger at him.

  Randal came back in with three more servants and a large

  ladder. It took four people to bring the large painting down.

  “Did you get cluster fucked again?” Dane asked.

  “You have no idea,” Blaine answered.

  “Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school and convent,”

  Darius said, getting Dane’s full attention.

  “What’s that?” Dane asked.

  “Where a one Makayla Tabor is residing.” Darius flopped back

  down on the sofa with a sigh. “And the damn place is tightly

  secured. If a parent doesn’t want the daughter inside to have

  visitors, then she won’t. They do whatever the parents want. No

  questions asked.” He crossed one leg over the other. “And

  Makayla has pretty much been quarantined.”

  Across the room, now leaning on the desk, Blaine lit up

  another thin cigar. Dane watched him take a big drag and blow

  the smoke out before moving it around between his teeth.

  “You’ve got a plan,” Dane stated.

  “I’ve got a plan.” Blaine said, his cool, emotionless eyes

  locking with Dane’s.

  * * * *

  When Dane got back home, his mind was thinking about what

  Blaine had told him. But all thoughts went right out the door when

  he looked around and all he saw was a dark room. Right off, he

  got a panicked feeling, like Samara might’ve left him. But the relief

  came when he saw the back light on near the pool.

  He walked out and saw her sitting poolside in a cream color

  robe that reached her knees. Her feet were in the water, making

  ripples.

  “You okay?” he asked, kicking off his shoes, bending to pull

  his socks off. Dane sat down next to her, his feet going right into

  the water.

  “Yeah,” she sighed. He noticed that she didn’t look at him.

  “Well, I have some good news for you.” That had her turning

  her head toward him. “Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school

  and convent. It’s where Makayla is.”

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/>   Samara’s eyes lit up, but that light diminished and her

  attention once more went back to the water. “That place is worse

  than a prison. No way in hell we’re going to get her out.”

  “Have faith in me,” he nudged her with his elbow gently. “We

  have contacts and shit. I’ll get her out.”

  “Do you have any idea what my father has in store for her?”

  “Not yet, but I’m working on it.” She nodded, and the silence

  which grew between them thickened. “So is this one of your new

  outfits?”

  “Kera picked it out.”

  Dane reached over and touched the robe. He ran his fingers

  down the front, parted it and almost lost his breath. She was

  wearing a black lace teddy under it and he could see her nipples.

  He reached into the robe, touched her breasts with the back of his

  hand, and almost grinned when she gasped.

  “I definitely like this.” His voice sounded foreign to her. His

  cock thickened behind his jeans. “Does it have a snap down

  here?” He cupped her between the legs and she arched, the

  breath leaving her lungs in a rush.

  “I’ll never tell.”

  Samara surprised him by sliding into the pool. He watched her

  go all the way to the bottom, take the robe off, and push back up

  to the surface.

  Dane said nothing. He stood up, and with his eyes locked to

  hers, he began to take his clothes off. Naked, he went over to the

  steps and slowly walked into the warm water.

  She didn’t back away from him when he swam towards her

  and that filled him with such joy. It was strange now. When he

  looked at Samara, Dane felt something change in him. Something

  he couldn’t put his finger on just yet.

  He wrapped one arm around her waist, brought her close, and

  Samara wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her deep

  and she kissed him back. Together they sank under the water and

  he worked fast to find out if she had a snap between her legs. His

  cock twitched when he found out and throbbed the second he

  yanked it open.

  Only the need for air brought them up to the surface, but even

  air couldn’t still the pounding need he had to be as deep inside

  Samara as he could get. He pushed them to the side of the pool,

  kissing her the whole time. She in turn, wrapped herself around

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  him.

  “God, I lose control when I’m near you,” he breathed against

  her mouth, bumping against the side of the pool.

  “That’s funny,” she licked his lips and he moaned. “All I can

  see is a man in complete control.”

  And that did it! What little control he had slipped right out the

  door. Dane opened her up and surged into her with a rush that

  knocked the air out of his lungs.

  Water splashed around them, but it did nothing to sway him

  from thrusting into her. Samara held onto his waist in a grip that

  amazed him. She met him thrust for thrust, met him hunger for

  hunger and their movements synchronized, as two bodies came

  together in a wave of pleasure.

  Way before he was ready for it to end, he swelled inside her

  and lost the battle. Mere seconds before his climax hit, he felt

  Samara contract around him. The sensation seemed to just trigger

  and squeeze the orgasm from the depths of his soul. Dane

  gripped the side of the pool so tightly his hands hurt, but he was

  powerless to let go. It felt like he needed to hold onto something

  as his cock shot spurt after spurt deep into her womb.

  And just as fast as it started, it was over. He slid from her

  body, biting the inside of his mouth at the sensitivity he felt.

  “I swear I’m going to die from pleasure like this,” Dane

  remarked.

  “God, I hope so,” Samara smiled. “Not a bad way to go, if you

  ask me.”

  Dane laughed, pushed away from her to the center of the

  pool, dipped under, and swam back up in front of her. “I’m falling

  for you, Samara.” Her face seemed to drop some, almost like she

  was afraid again. “And I’m falling hard.” Before she could speak,

  he kissed her quickly. “Come on. Let’s get out of here and get

  some sleep. You’re going to need it.”

  “Why?”

  “I forgot to tell you that my grandmother has requested us for

  dinner.” He wrinkled his nose. “She wants to meet you.”

  “And you don’t like that?”

  “Oh, whenever my grandmother requests something, it’s most

  certainly never good. Trust me.”

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  Chapter Nine

  Samara sat quietly in the formal dining room of Berdina

  Knight. Across from her in a silk white shirt, and black slacks, was

  Dane and he didn’t look at all happy about being summoned for

  dinner.

  Samara had dressed in a black skirt, cream silk top, heels and

  her wedding necklace around her throat. She’d fixed her hair in

  what she thought was the same fashion as at the Compound. She

  culled it, and then pulled it all back to hang down the center of her

  head and back. She felt a bit overdone, but Dane assured her that

  it was the way to dress for dinner with his grandmother.

  In a bowl before her was split pea soup. It was very green,

  and very unappetizing to Samara. She didn’t touch it.

  “Soup not to your liking?” Berdina Knight asked, taking a sip

  from her bowl without looking up at Samara.

  Samara jumped at the cold sound of the woman’s voice. She

  sounded detached in a way. Almost like it was a bother for her to

  have Samara and Dane over for dinner. Samara glanced at Dane

  who shrugged his shoulders and gave her a nod. Before they

  came over he made it very clear to not back down before his

  grandmother. If she showed any kind of weakness, then the old

  woman would strike.

  “No, I’m sorry,” she answered back with a smile towards

  Berdina. “Green soup never seemed to appeal to me.”

  Berdina put her spoon down and motioned at a servant with

  her hand for the soup to be taken away. Carefully she wiped her

  mouth with the napkin and faced Dane. “So have you taken care

  of the problem then?”

  Dane sat forward in his seat, one elbow on the table with his

  hand or, more like fingers over his mouth. He stared at Berdina for

  what felt like a lifetime. At least until the serving of the second

  course.

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  Braised Lamb Shanks with roasted asparagus and a small

  portion of mashed sweet potatoes. Another none favorite for

  Samara. Dane must’ve seen it because he pushed his own plate

  away with a disgusted sigh.

  “Come on, Grandmother. Did you purposely have the cook fix

  everything Samara hated?” he asked.

  “Dane, it’s all right,” Samara said.

  He held his hand up to her and shook his head. “No, it’s not.

  What the hell do you have up your
sleeve now old woman?”

  Again Berdina wiped her mouth with the napkin, placed it

  slowly back on her lap and faced Dane. The way the two of them

  looked at each other made Samara feel like she wasn’t even in

  the room with them.

  “There is a problem in our family, and it has to be dealt with. If

  you refuse to do it, then I guess it will be up to me.” Berdina

  motioned with her hand and a servant instantly came to her side

  and passed her a large brown envelope. She placed it on the

  table and slid it over to Dane. “All you have to do I sign.”

  Dane ripped the envelope open, slid out some papers and his

  face turned bright red. Samara wasn’t sure she’d ever seen

  anyone get that angry, except for her father.

  “You have some fucking nerve.” He pushed away from the

  table, his chair falling to the floor. Samara jumped, but stayed put.

  “That’s my wife!” he yelled.

  Berdina’s eyes narrowed and she also stood up slowly. “She

  doesn’t belong in this family. Not with the baggage she has over

  her head. I won’t have it, Dane!” she yelled back.

  “You won’t have it,” he huffed. He ripped the papers and

  tossed them up in the air. “I can’t believe that you would invite us

  over for this shit. Hell, I almost had hope that you were coming

  around, but I should’ve known better. All you think about is

  yourself and the damned family name. Well, fuck the name!’ he

  yelled again. “Samara, we’re leaving.”

  “You walk out that door with her, and you’re no longer my

  grandson,” Berdina threatened. “I’ll cut you off for good.”

  Dane took Samara’s hand, pulled her slightly behind him and

  faced off with her once more. “I never could recall when you ever

  acted like a grandmother. You want to cut me off, forget that I’m

  your blood, you go right ahead. I don’t need your money or your

  damned influence.”

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  Dane tugged Samara from the dining room and right out the

  front door. She couldn’t believe what just happened and wasn’t

  too sure what to say about it all. She got into Dane’s car quickly,

  buckled up and waited for him to say the first word as they pulled

  away. She didn’t have long to wait.

  “That no good, meddling old bitch!” He hit the roof of the car