by Bex Dane
My grin turned to a full smile. "No, babe. You know any marine mammals that can scale walls?"
She shook her head, still confused.
"Navy SEAL. Can handle a climb to the third floor."
Her eyes blew wide and her jaw fell slack. "Ooh." As realization set in, her head angled toward me and her hands came up slowly, like she might grip my arms to steady herself.
As before, the urge to catch her burned strong, but I kept my hands to myself. "You're cute, but cool it. Everyone's watching. We'll talk later."
"Oh, right. Sorry." She stepped back and dabbed the corners of her mouth with a folded napkin. Her face changed back to the formal air of a royal. "Speak with you later, Mr. Lavonte."
But she'd replaced her mask too late. I'd seen a glimpse of the real Soraya, and I liked her. A lot. I nodded. "Princess."
She walked into the crowd, swaying her sweet ass just for me.
Chapter 2
Soraya
He'd better not flake on me. I'd been waiting two hours for Torrez to arrive at my window and nothing. No sign of him.
At first, I'd kept my gown on and hair up, assuming he'd come right when the guests left. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I waited on the edge of my bed, staring at the open drapes and unlocked window he never came through.
Disappointed, I combed out my braids and pushed my now kinky hair back with a silver headband. I removed the gown and hung it in the closet of the new palace. The only pajamas I brought with me for the two-day trip was a long slip dress in lavender silk.
I left my makeup on. I wasn't ready for Torrez to see me without it yet.
The bed scrunched under my weight as I settled with my back against the headboard. Waiting for Torrez wracked my last nerve. Something pivotal was about to happen with Zook and Cecelia, and we needed to talk about it.
As the last guests left the party, Maksim hauled Cecelia off to an isolation room. I'd go find her first thing in the morning and make sure she had food and clothes. I wanted so badly to talk to her about Zook's arrival tonight. If he asked her to leave, would she finally be brave and do it? Could this be the catalyst she needed to give her the extra push to take the leap and jump? I didn't get a chance to ask her any of this because Maksim controlled her like he always did. Luckily, Yegor didn't connect me to Cecelia's outburst, and I wasn't punished tonight.
I noticed Zook in his cowboy hat the second I entered the ballroom. He kept his gaze riveted on the stage. I didn't know for sure why he was here, but my overactive imagination assumed he was waiting for his true love to appear so he could win her back. When she came out, I saw fireworks no one else in the room could see. My inner cheerleader went nuts, but on the outside, I kept it cool and collected. For her. I couldn't ruin her chance. Zook had come all this way to offer her one last chance, and she had to take it. She just had to.
With so much going on, now was not the time to entertain my fantasies, but sometimes the only way to cope with the overwhelming helplessness and stress of being held captive here was to escape in my head.
Tonight, a mysterious man with gleaming green eyes starred in my imaginary show.
Torrez Lavonte.
Why was he here? To help Zook win Cecelia back and get her out of this hell hole?
When Zook and Cecelia left the room, I couldn't pull my gaze off Torrez. His tuxedo jacket barely contained his extra-wide shoulders. The pants he wore hugged his crotch and stretched over his massive thighs. His posture wasn't formal like the other men. He stood with his arms crossed and his legs wide, ready to kick some ass if called upon. He looked like a take-no-shit commander, and I'd be the first one to jump on his ship if he offered.
More than the way he rocked the tuxedo captivated me. The light green of his eyes glowed like peridots against his tanned skin. Everything else about him was dark. Caramel skin, black thick lashes, a smoky shadow on his strong angled jaw, and charcoal hair shaved close to his head.
Anyway, back to my fantasy. Torrez would come into my room, see me lying in my bed and sit next to me. He'd lean over me and place one palm flat on the bed, so he'd be hovering over me. He'd tell me I was too stupendous and ravishing to be held prisoner like this. That I deserved to be free. I'd tell him Yegor would never let me go, no matter where I ran. He'd say he wasn't afraid. He was a Navy SEAL, and he'd protect me. He would kiss me, and the chains holding me down would disappear.
We'd break apart and I'd say, All my life I'd prayed for a life raft and God sent me a luxury cruise ship.
He'd chuckle and peel off his tuxedo jacket. We'd make earth-shattering love before we escaped into the night together. New lovers, holding hands, running with hope on the horizon.
As I dreamed, my hand passed over my navel and traveled downward. What if Torrez came to me and asked me to spread my legs for him? Would I do it? Hell yes. I wanted him from the second I saw him.
He'd kiss slowly up my leg, making me squirm against the cool sheets.
My hand tucked into my panties and rested over my clit. No, not my hand. His tongue. He'd found my hot core and pressed his slick tongue into me. I moaned his name, imagining him eating me, bringing me pleasure with his velvet lips.
"Soraya."
His raspy whisper sounded like it was right here. I ignored it, spread my legs wider, and arched my back, pretending Torrez had come to my room, crawled in my bed, and whispered my name.
"You thinking of me?"
There it was again. Definitely not part of my fantasy. My eyes flashed open and there, at the end of my bed, kneeled the real-life Torrez. In the moonlight, I could only make out his outline. The big round head, the gigantic shoulders.
Oh god, he caught me touching myself.
Humiliation rushed through me. I sat up straight and coughed. "Uh…"
Oh my goodness. What had I done? Embarrassed myself in front of the sexiest man alive?
"You were thinking of me. You said my name." He didn't move, his voice as coarse as sandpaper. The energy coming off him hit me like a hot blast of air from an oven.
I gulped down the lump in my throat and attempted to form words. What could a girl say when the object of her fantasy caught her on the cusp of masturbation? "I was uh, just waiting for you."
He moved slowly forward, like a chameleon about to snatch up a cricket. "You were imagining me touching you."
"Um…" It was totally true. He'd caught me. I couldn't deny it. "Yes."
The heat of his hand wrapped around the top of my foot, pulling a gasp from deep in my throat. He dragged my leg wider, and I let him. The way his eyes fixated on me and his attention commanded me, I couldn't say no.
"You think of other men when you get yourself off? Not your husband?"
Oh. He wanted to embarrass me? Shame me? Fine. Two could play that way. I spread my other foot wide. "Yes. I dream of hot strangers like you, Torrez."
He grunted and prowled up on the bed. I had plenty of time to say no, but I chose not to. He'd lit a flame in me, and I didn't want it to go out.
"What did you dream? Did I kiss you here?" The scruff of his jaw and soft lips skimmed the sensitive skin behind my knee.
The buzz from his touch radiated from my knee to my core and up to my throat. "Mmm."
His hands skimmed up the insides of my spread thighs, and his hulking form crept over my body. "Did I touch parts of you your husband doesn't even know exist?"
He lowered himself and kissed me softly. I couldn't breathe. He was kissing me. Torrez Lavonte was kissing me in real life. And I loved it. His lips worked mine slowly and confidently, coaxing me to open for him.
When our tongues touched, the flame inside me exploded into a blazing inferno. He must've felt it too because he moaned into my mouth and notched up the urgency of the kiss.
My hands grabbed his back. I felt his dress shirt so he must've already taken off his jacket.
"Did I dive into your sweet pussy?"
Holy crap. Was this happening?
He kissed down my
chest and belly, stopping at the apex of my legs. He hovered over my sex, his hot breath washing over me like a kiss.
"Oh god!" I arched my back more, aching to get his mouth on me.
"What do you want, Princess Soraya? You want Torrez to suck your clit?"
Still in shock, caught up in the fantasy, I blurted, "Yes!"
His hands gripped my ass and squeezed. "Fuck, you got a beautiful ass. Wrap my hands around that fucker and got some meat to hold on to. Perfectly round. Does your husband enjoy your ass?"
"No… ugh…" I could barely talk. He had me riding a thin wire.
"He should partake of your ass. He's missing out. If you were my wife, your ass would be well utilized. You'd have trouble walking around the palace in your princess shoes and your princess garb because your ass would be sore every damn day."
"Argh!" This was torture. His talk was driving me wild.
"You like that idea, don't you? You want your ass fucked. My big cock up your ass. You'd love it. Fill you up. Make you come so hard you'd never forget me."
He worked my underwear down and off before his big strong hands returned to my butt, squeezing and massaging. So good. He pulled the cheeks apart and slid a finger down the crack.
I gasped and writhed in his firm hold.
"Aww, shit. You've never been touched there, have you? A virgin ass. My favorite thing. Takes time to prepare a virgin ass. Time and lube. Both of which we don't have. So I'm gonna save that for another day."
Another day? We'd have more time together? His finger slid around from behind and teased my wetness. I dropped my hands to his head and pushed. His hair was softer than it looked. His scalp was hot as hell and firm like a bowling ball. He resisted my force, and kept his mouth hovering over me but not quite touching. He still had his clothes on, but I felt more intimate with him than I ever had with anyone else.
"We got plenty of lube here." He bent down and swiped his tongue over my slit from bottom to top as his fingers slid inside me. He grazed my clit and I squealed. "Quiet, princess. We get caught and all the fun is over. We'll both end up in a ditch somewhere with a Sharshinbaev sword through our guts."
"No. Please. Yes…" I was an incoherent blob of goo for Torrez. He could say anything, do anything, just please touch me there again. I felt so tiny in his hands. And so sexy. I was a different creature than I'd ever been. I was new.
He swiped his tongue again from bottom to top. My hips rose from the bed, trying to get him to stay longer.
"What do you want, princess?"
"I want you to shut the fuck up and eat me, Torrez! Eat me raw, you goddamn fucker."
"Shh…" He snickered as he shushed me. "The princess has a mouth like a sailor."
I opened my mouth to yell at him more, but he finally pressed his lips to my sex and started moving. He nipped and kissed and his tongue did magic circles as his fingers worked inside me. The pleasure sizzled in every cell of my body. I grunted loud, and he reached a hand up to cover my mouth. Shoot. Right. Don't want to get killed for this.
He drove me to the edge with his hot mouth, teasing me in the most excruciating way.
"You close, baby? I can tell you're close."
"Mmm." My agreement garbled under his big palm covering my mouth.
"Suck my finger and I'll make you come. Don't stop sucking or you'll make too much noise."
I nodded. He released my mouth and wiggled two fingers at my lips. I sucked them in. His fingers were big and rough and tasted sweet from my juices. God, this was hot. His head went back down between my legs. His tongue drilled in on my clit, and I couldn't hold it back. An orgasm so strong rose from my feet and surged through my body. I floated above the bed in a daze of hot pulses, wet tongue, and Torrez' fingers in my mouth. Heaven.
By the time I came back to reality, Torrez hovered naked on top of me. "Gonna fuck you now. Wearing a glove. Don't worry."
Thank god. I vaguely nodded but couldn't form words to tell him I was on the pill. The urgency of the need to have him inside me muted my brain.
A giant cock found the groove of my opening, and his hot breath hit my ear as he lay down over me. I was engulfed in Torrez. I grasped his huge shoulders and wrapped my legs around his hips.
"You ready, princess? You gonna take my big cock?"
I nodded. Yes! Yes!
"Gotta kiss you to keep you quiet, 'cuz you're gonna wanna scream again when you feel me piercing you with this thing."
Rough lips crashed down on my mouth. I answered back, loving every second of it. It all felt too good. Too good to be true. No man could be this hot in the bedroom. It couldn't be possible that he said things he was saying. Things I didn't even know I wanted to hear until he said them. Wrong, bad things, but oh so right. Right now, all his words set me on fire.
I tilted my hips and the tip of his cock stretched me wide. He moaned into my mouth as he worked his way inside. Inch by inch, he sank deeper into me. He broke the kiss and nuzzled my cheek. "Fuck, baby. Fuck me. So good. So tight. Fucking hell."
His gruff words in my ear dragged me deeper into the sensual miasma. As he started to move, his groin rubbed my sensitive clit. My hips answered back until we found a sweet spot where we both received mutual pleasure. Two bodies connecting.
I grunted and he moved his mouth back over mine. His tongue probed deep, his cock slammed into me, my clit tingled with every delicious stroke.
Another orgasm pushed through me, and I gasped into his mouth. My walls contracted around him and he lost control. His kiss became messy, his thrusts fast and uneven like a pumping oil rig spinning out of control.
When I thought I couldn't handle any more, he tensed. His arms around me tightened, and he planted himself deep. He groaned into my neck and grunted as he found his release.
Yes! Yes!
I did this to him. I made him come like that. We exploded together like dynamite, both of us lost in the spectacular heat of the moment.
He collapsed on top of me and kissed my neck. "Fuuuuck."
"Mmm."
His hands pushed my hair away from my face and his body relaxed. I rubbed his back and ran my fingers through all the sinewy muscles and ridges there. Torrez Lavonte was an awe-inspiring specimen of a man.
"Staying here a minute," he mumbled as he pulled out and settled next to me with his arm and leg still crossing my body.
"Mmm." Stay forever. Stay like this forever.
Chapter 3
I woke facing a sleeping bull. Torrez naked, at rest, with his eyes closed was a vision. A face you'd love to see every morning for the rest of your life. Over the sheet, his hand rested possessively on my hip.
Like I was his.
The weight of his arm and the warmth of his fingers grounded me, made me feel safe.
Protected.
The dawn light through the window shined on his caramel skin and his… tattoos. Oh my, so many tattoos. He was covered in green and black and red. Names over his heart, a skeleton frog between his massive pecs, a Brazilian flag on his lats, an eagle and trident on his bicep. On his left pec, a fierce bull ready to charge. Ha! I knew he was a raging bull. But below that, a Texas star wrapped up in a purple lupine. Gentle and sweet. My fingers caressed the bull. His eyes opened.
"Hey." He tugged my hip. His other hand slid under my neck and pulled my head closer to his. He kissed me casually, like it was our way. Soft and smooth. "Mornin'." His deep voice rasped as he cleared his throat.
My stomach dipped in the best way. All the embarrassment of being caught touching myself evaporated after what we'd shared. He made me feel so accepted and unconditionally sexy, like I could do anything in front of him and not worry about being judged.
"Morning." I smiled as he kissed me again, nice and smooth. So good. I wanted him. Something in this man called to me. We could be phenomenal together. Storm the world.
He deepened the kiss. Yes! My hand slid from his bicep, down his narrow waist, and gripped his hard dick through the sheet. So big. Memories of
it stretching me open flooded my brain and sent a gush of heat through me. "Morning wood?"
"Morning's got nothing to do with it. That's all you."
"Mmm." I squeezed his dick, and he moaned as he moved over me.
Very subtly, he glanced at his watch. My clock said five in the morning. Had we only slept an hour together? It felt like longer but was over in a flash.
"When do you expect your husband back?"
He probably didn't intend to be mean, but the word husband made me cringe. I hated it but the truth hurt. I had a husband, and I was in bed with another man. Every pore of my skin loathed Yegor and this stupid marriage in name only. I didn't choose it. He and Ivan forced me to stay and comply.
A pang of remorse stung my belly. Torrez would leave soon, and I'd be alone again. My temporary escape would be over. If only Torrez were here to set me free, like my fantasy. But wait…
Part of my fantasy came true last night. Why couldn't the rest happen too? If Zook was here for Cecelia, Torrez could be here for me. Right?
"We have some time before he gets back, but we should talk." I let my hands explore his back, following the curve of his spine to his ass. I squeezed the firm round rocks.
He growled. "Yes. Shit. I'm sorry about last night. We were supposed to talk. But you looked so tempting in your bed, waiting for me, saying my name. I took advantage… Couldn't resist. You're so goddamn sexy."
My heart swelled at his compliment. He felt the same things I did. "It's okay. I wanted it too. I loved it."
He grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips. A vibrating buzz from the nightstand next to the bed caused his forehead to crinkle. His long arm stretched over my chest and picked up his phone.
"What the fuck?" His tone turned to instantly furious. "There a reason you can't stick to the plan?"
The plan? He must be talking to Zook. The plan we were supposed to talk about and didn't get to.
In my mind, the plan was to get Cecelia and me out of the country. Torrez and I would fall in love, settle down in the States, and he'd protect me from Yegor.
My hero stood and his naked ass distracted me. And more ink. Extensive tattoos on his back. My eyes didn't know where to focus. On his round butt as he pulled on his boxer briefs or those colorful tattoos, trying to figure out what they were. His sleek skin shined like someone had rubbed a rich coat of lotion over it.