Undeniably His

by Amanda Chayse

  The detective turns his attention to Lia. “The police report shows that the two men wore masks. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Why would they ask for a contract if they already saw it and knew what was on it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  A flash of realization comes over Kalin. “Intimidation. They wanted Lia, and Annabelle, to know why they were there. The message was clear. Don’t sign the contract or you’re going to have some problems. It’s nothing more than brute intimidation. They knew Lia would mention the contract to Annabelle, and to me. They already knew what was on it from when they broke into the yacht, and they can’t do a goddamn thing about it.”

  “Miss Marzella, did they say anything else to you that supports what Mr. Davis is stating?”

  “No. I mean, that was it. The asshole dragged me around the apartment by my arm, telling me to get the papers. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. He slapped me in the face and told me to get them or he was going to cut my ‘pretty face’ off. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about again. He started tipping the furniture over, slitting the sofa open. A little dramatic if you ask me,” she kidded. “The other guy was rummaging through the desks and papers. I was crying and told them I didn’t know what they were looking for. Finally they left. I guess they believed me.”

  The detective thumbs his ear. “It’s unclear to me whether this was intimidation or if they were really looking for the contract, a signature. There’s no evidence that they saw it in Southampton. The yacht was broken into, and the desk that held the contract was broken into. But nothing was taken. It also occurred two hours before they threatened Lia.”

  “They knew exactly what they were looking for,” Kalin says. “Whether the thugs that paid Lia a visit knew what was going on is unclear. They could be compartmentalized in order to keep them in the dark under questioning. They may have just been ordered to get the contract and scare the hell out of Lia. But the purpose was intimidation, and we can't let them intimidate us. This is how they operate. If we let them control this company and this money, they will treat everyone this way. They’re brutes and thugs and will do anything to gain control of a two-billion-dollar company.”

  “So do you two plan on getting married?” the detective asks us.

  Lia turns her head with piqued interest.

  “I’ve asked. It’s up to Annabelle now,” Kalin says.

  “After what happened, I’m scared,” I add.

  The detective flaps his notepad against the side of his hand. “Why wouldn’t they just change the shareholder agreement?”

  “Any change in the shareholder agreement requires a unanimous vote on the board. They are stuck with the shareholder agreement as it stands. They are in a desperate situation using desperate measures to retain control of the company. It’s a nice checks and balances on the company. I doubt they would want to tamper with it too much anyway. Things could tip away from them just as easily. Corruption has a way of festering like that.”

  “You seem to be a man who covers all your bases, Mr. Davis.” The detective ambles around his desk and takes a swig of coffee. He pauses with the same melodramatic effect of Columbo stopping before asking one final question.

  “What happens if Annabelle experiences an unfortunate accident, and that accident is fatal, Mr. Davis? Does the stock revert back to you?”

  “Now wait a goddamn minute.” Kalin presses up from the chair.

  “Can you just answer the question, Mr. Davis?”

  “Yeah, the stock reverts back to me. But that is not…”

  “Holy shit, Kalin, when did you plan on telling me that?”

  “Annabelle, this has gotten way out of control. If you think for a second…Jesus, I can’t even believe I have to say this. Annabelle, I have enough. I don’t need more money. If you’re so scared that something like that is going to happen, then you could run off with the money after divorcing me, and never see me again.”

  “How do I know those goons won’t track me down, and follow me, and kill me for the stock?”

  “Oh, Jesus, Annabelle.”

  “And how do we know who those goons really work for, Mr. Davis?” The detective narrows his eyes at Kalin.

  “Don’t you think I would have waited to launch that surprise, instead of tipping her off too soon with a tacky break-in?” Kalin stands up and straightens his jacket. “As I said, Detective, why don’t you do your job, and go arrest the goons who broke into their apartment, and ask them who they work for? Then you can tell me,” Kalin snaps with a cold stare. “In the meantime, I have some business matters to settle.”

  “Kalin, wait.” I surprise myself by calling out to him. I am not sure who I should believe anymore, but I know Kalin is not like that in his heart. But part of me remains unsure.

  “I’ll call you, Annabelle.” Kalin shifts his eyes toward Lia. “Lia, again, I’m so sorry. I want these fuckers in jail. Maybe then we can all get to the bottom of this, like you both deserve. Detective.” Kalin gives the detective a harsh nod, and heads out the door.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kalin is waiting for us at our apartment drive when we arrive. “I’m sorry about all of this, Annabelle. But when I started thinking about what the detective said, at first it made my blood boil. There is no way I would ever hurt you. But I thought about what he said. And he’s right. There is no telling what these thugs will do if they know twenty percent of the stock will be irrevocably transferred to you.”

  Kalin pauses and grimaces. “Look, they could be trying to send you a more serious warning. This is, after all, four hundred million dollars. I don’t know what they’re capable of, but we can only assume that they will stop at nothing to prevent this from happening. You should be aware that they will try to hurt you. Or worse.”

  Lia clutches her arms to her chest and frowns at us, and my heart sinks. I can’t bear to see anything happen to her.

  “Tell me the truth, Kalin. Tell me what’s going on,” I say, swallowing the tension between words.

  “Come with me.”

  “Another Hampton hideaway, Kalin?”

  “No. The truth. About everything.”

  “Don’t worry about me,” I say to Lia. “I’ll be fine.” Lia turns away from us and steps inside.

  “Lia, I’ve arranged for security to keep an eye on this place. No one is going near you without us knowing about it,” Kalin barks.

  Lia steps back out. “No,” she protests.

  “Lia, please. You heard what I just told Annabelle.”

  “Yes, and I don’t care. I don’t want to be surrounded by security. It’s too creepy.”

  “Lia, please,” I plead.

  “No!”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I don’t want a bunch of security around me. What am I, Lady Gaga? It’s ridiculous.”

  Kalin sighs. “Okay, as you wish.”

  “It is.”

  Kalin turns to me. “She is a stubborn one,” he says in a hoarse whisper.

  “You have no idea,” I say with a lopsided smile. “At least keep your phone on for me, Lia.”

  “Sure.” Lia peers at us from the doorway with her arms folded. “Where are you guys going?”

  I look up at Kalin. “It’s a surprise,” I say. I shrug.

  “Be careful,” she says with her face between the door and frame.

  “Okay, mom.”

  Lia smirks, rolls her eyes, and closes the door.

  Kalin puts his strong arm around my hip and nudges me into the SUV.

  He whisks me down the familiar road on his way to Southampton. “We never got to enjoy our private beach, Annabelle,” he says.

  When we arrive at the house, he punches in a new security code to open the gates. He takes my hand and walks me through the house to the back. I slide open the double glass doors, and the smell of salty ocean air slams into my face and fills my lungs. The beach grass visible from the deck sways to the
gentle ocean breeze. Kalin walks into a large closet and gives me a devilish smile. He pulls out a lavender bikini and places it inches from my cheek.

  “This color will look wonderful on you. Your skin tans beautifully. So sexy.”

  “Kalin, you said we were going to get to the bottom of this.”

  “We are. But it’s no crime to have a little bit of fun on the way, is it?”

  I sigh and cross my arms.

  “Annabelle, the truth is I can’t stand being this close to you without wanting to touch you.” He steps around me and places his arms around my waist and stomach. Pulling me close to him, I feel his hot breath in my hair and on my ear, and his long body presses against mine as he shifts against me, causing me to slip out a sigh of pleasure. I breathe in his clean, spicy scent, and lightness and longing rush through my body. He kisses the back of my neck and the hot moisture of his lips causes me to moan and drift into another plane. The words I want to speak are replaced with hot desire, and my body takes control and demands more of him.

  “My sweet Annabelle. So sweet and sexy. You taste better than a fifteen-hundred-dollar bottle of wine. None of it means anything without you.”

  “Kalin, please. We have to…”

  “Just us, Annabelle. I don’t need anything else right now.”

  He threads my hair to the side and angles my neck towards his lips. My mind continues its defense, but my body responds and melts in his skillful hands. He continues planting hot kisses down my neck, and his strong fingers move up my stomach and back down around my hips. His fingers glide over every angle and curve through the fabric of my dress, sending fluttering sensations from my stomach to my thighs.

  “We have to…”

  “Shhh. We have all afternoon, baby. Please.” Kalin’s whisper is sensual and hoarse and filled with want. He tosses his jacket from behind me onto a nearby sofa, and pulls me closer toward him. His erection presses against me, and moisture floods to my center. He unzips my dress and follows the zipper with warm and wet kisses. The dress slips over my hips and his erection is diamond hard against my back now.

  “You are so beautiful, Annabelle. Your skin is so smooth and soft, and tastes so damn delicious. What good is having all these things without you?”

  He peels the dress off my hips, and lowers himself to plant kisses down the curve of my back, and around my hips. His tongue glides along the small of my back while his pushes my panties down. “You have such a perfect ass. It’s almost edible. Hell, it is edible.” He presses his lips against my behind and nips and bites my ass, sending a sharp and pleasant pain to my groin. I shift in his hands from the sensation. He braces my hips with his powerful grip and turns me toward him. His eyes wander over my body and glisten with desire. Another warm wave of desire shoots to my groin while he laves a hot path across the bottom of my stomach with his tongue. Gliding his mouth up to my stomach, he sucks and swirls his tongue in my navel, sending a strong current like a hot wire to my center.

  His lips and tongue continue to slick a warm and wet path up the ridge of my stomach. Reaching behind me, Kalin snaps my bra off with a skillful pinch of his fingers as his mouth continues to wander upward. My bra drops to the floor, and his hot mouth glides up the swell of my breast, searing a path up my mound and to my tip. I roll my head back and stretch my arms around his strong shoulders, and my chest heaves with wanting for his touch. Kalin closes his mouth around my erect nipple, and suctions it between his lips.

  “Your breasts are so perfect, so shapely and wonderful. So sexy. I could spend the rest of the afternoon just sucking on your tits.” Kalin’s large hand cups my other breast, now throbbing and swelling with need. He captures my hardening nipple between two fingers and has my other hard nipple between his lips and teeth. The sensation is agonizing, painful, and erotic all at the same time. My back arches as if my body demands more of him, more of his onslaught. His whiskers scrape against my swollen mounds as he tugs and suckles on my nipple, alternating between each with his hot mouth.

  “Kalin…please.” I moan with desire.

  Slowly kissing his way back down my body, he peppers my cleavage with warm kisses, down to my stomach, and across my hips with one melting kiss after another. His lips move over my mound, kissing a pattern slowly and softly down to my center. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, as if enjoying the scent of my desire for him. “Just as I thought. You’re already hot for me, so ready, so wet and sexy.” His blatant lust is so erotic, and my fingers dash through the thick waves of his hair. I tug at his hair between my fingers, and his deep, animalistic groan vibrates through me. I moan in response.

  “Now, Kalin, please.”

  His tongue darts over my hard nub, again and again, while his rough jaw sends a tingling sensation over my wet flesh. Kalin is on his knees, sending me into a state of mind-numbing pleasure. I gasp and let my head fall back.

  He laps at my wet slit, and his desire is raw and unrestrained, causing a shockwave of exploding heat to surge through me. My hand moves through his hair and to his strong, broad shoulder as I anchor myself on him. Kalin places his strong palm around my inner thigh, and flicks his tongue inside of me, sending fiery rhythms over my body. The relentless thrusts of his tongue would cause me to fall back if not for his firm hand palming my ass. His other hand moves from my inner thigh to my center, circling my exposed bead with a finger. His flicking tongue wanders upward over my soft flesh, and my body begins to quiver from waves of heat and aching need.

  My fingers clench his hair tighter out of throbbing want, causing him to release a guttural growl that vibrates right to my burning center. His tongue moves back and forth over my inner lips, alternating between quick flicks inside of me and kissing and licking my folds with his full lips and velvety tongue. The sensation causes my mind to scramble and my knees to buckle. His finger glides over my pubic hair, tugging at it between his fingers, before gliding his fingers lightly over my skin toward my wet channel. I’m falling apart at the seams. His thumb gently strokes my clitoris while his wet and rough tongue zigzags in and out of my throbbing pussy.

  “Hmmmm. So sweet. You taste so sweet.” His deep groans of delight turn me on even more.

  “Kalin.” My mind succumbs to the powerful waves of pleasure washing over my body. “Please,” I beg.

  “Don’t worry, baby. When you come, I want to smell it. I want to taste it. Finer than wine.” His shameless desire ignites me to the core. “Hot and ready. So beautiful, so tasty and ready. I’m going to fuck you after you come. I want to taste you and feel you after you come.” Kalin pushes his fingers inside of me and holds my waist with his other arm. His thumb caresses my clit back and forth while his fingers probe deep inside of me, igniting pleasure points that merge and erupt into an inexorable tidal wave of pleasure. My body trembles and my jaw drops open. Tremors rock my body as he continues to stroke my swollen nub and inner wall. My head falls back and I close my eyes. Kalin holds me tight as I feel an avalanche building inside of me.

  I whimper and my breathing becomes erratic. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.”

  I hold on to him as if falling out of an airplane and spinning out of control. My body seizes and convulses, and I clench tightly around his fingers, almost pushing him out by the sheer force of the spasm. “Oh, my God! Kalin. Please. Please.”

  “I got you baby. Come for me. You’re going to come hard just for me. I’ve got you.”

  My body seizes up and trembles harder, and I come in a tidal wave of orgasms. My voice cracks and screeches during the climax. Kalin pulls me closer and I collapse around his strong shoulders. My breathing hitches, and I want to speak but the words don’t come. I am completely possessed by the orgasms that rip through my body and leave me helpless and wanting more.

  “Kalin, what did you do to me?”

  “It’s not what I did, it’s what I’m about to do.” Kalin laps up the juices from my inner thigh. His eyes are aglow with raw desire.

  “Kalin, you’ve spent the w
hole time pleasuring me. What about you?”

  In answer to the question, Kalin lifts me up effortlessly, stalks into a neighboring bedroom, and tosses me down on a king-sized bed. “Watching you come is quite a joy, Annabelle. It’s better than anything in this life.” His eyes are ablaze with passion and want. “But don’t worry. I’m going to finish what I started.”

  He unbuttons his shirt to reveal the muscular curves of his chest like a beautiful fleshly sculpture. Tossing his shirt aside, he unbuckles his belt and presses out of his jeans. His body is so long and hard and beautiful. The head of his manhood is visible under the fabric of his boxer briefs. He throws them to the side, causing his erection to press against his stomach. My breath catches at the sight of him.

  “Kalin, please, now.”

  He prowls toward me and angles his hips over my body. Dipping his head down, he sucks my breasts, which are still aching for his touch. He nips at my nipple before lifting his head and meeting my eyes with his. The burning in his eyes tells me he’s about to take me like I’ve never been taken. Kalin’s powerful arms push my knees to my shoulders, trapping them with his corded forearms while his eyes fix on mine with dark desire. I am completely exposed and hot with readiness for him, but Kalin tortures me some more. His erection glides over my wet center so that my inner thighs caress his throbbing length. Kalin’s hot mouth comes down on my breasts again, cupping me with his lips and suctioning each elongated nipple with his lips and teeth. His slick, warm length is snug between my inner thighs, and I twist my hips so that his long, hard member massages me against my lips. Kalin continues to suck my breasts, and I am reaching a boiling point before he even enters me.

  “Kalin, please fuck me. I need you, now!”

  Kalin lifts his head from me and smiles with lustful delight. He places a pillow under the small of my back so that I am angled toward the ceiling, and moves his engulfed, throbbing head against my lips. Thrusting his substantial length inside of me, his tip moves against my upper wall, sending a delightful pinch of burning pain and pleasure coursing through me. He continues to thrust inside of me, hitting every magic spot imaginable as I clasp the pillows and whimper in agonizing delight. As he continues his punishing thrusts, the feeling is unlike anything I have experienced. My entire inner core is set ablaze, lighting every nerve on fire. My body begins to tremor and convulse, and my center clenches tightly around Kalin. He growls with savage delight as his final thrusts send me into a series of orgasms, and I come harder than I ever have in my life.