The Tower (The Tarot Series Book 1)

by Rhylee Davidson

  “You…okay. The answer to all your questions is you…you bastard! I want you and you’re right, it is sick. You got your answer now Gage…please.”

  Gloating, he crows, “I knew it!”

  Digging his fingers into her hips, he slams into her and she revels in the shock waves rolling through her system. Plunging hard into her once more, he establishes a rhythm that quickens as he drives himself deeper with each thrust. The pleasure is intense, almost painful, and her orgasm begins to build…again. Thrusting her ass out, she meets his pace stroke for stroke. Feeling his control slipping, he prompts her, “Tell me you want me instead of him. Tell me being with him was a huge mistake, that I’m the only one you want. Tell me you’ll never be with him again…whatever you had is over.” She says nothing. “Say it!”

  “I can’t do that. Please don’t ask me to.” Anger flashes in his eyes, but her back is to him so she doesn’t see it, but she feels it. Stopping, he pulls out of her, backs away, and leaves her standing there.

  “Please, please don’t be angry and don’t do this. Don’t stop.”

  “Oh, it’s way too late for that little request.”

  “What if it’s not a request? What if I beg?”

  “Oh, I’ll enjoy the begging, so go ahead. I’ll also enjoy denying you!” Yanking her pants up to prove his point, he also spins her around and sits her on the edge of the couch. He removes his condom, tosses it across the room and pulls his jeans up, taking a dominant position towering over her. Of course.

  “Fine, but I won’t lie about my feelings, Gage, and what I started to say earlier is not bullshit, so listen up. I’ve known Tony since we were kids and I have feelings for him, although I admit, I don’t know for sure what those feelings are exactly. I mean I know I love him,” Gage’s eyes flair with anger, “but I don’t know if I’m in love with him or even if I want to be in love at all, ever. And Tony knows this, I’ve told him. He also knows that I’ve been with you too, and although he’s not happy about it, he accepts it for now. He’s willing to give me what I need…give me time to figure this all out.” Unlike you, her subconscious screams at him. “Besides what does it matter? I didn’t plan on being with you ever again. I don’t know why I react to you the way I do. It’s like I’m someone else. Someone I don’t recognize; constantly trapped in some sexual firestorm every time you’re around, every time you touch me. After you let me go tonight, I can’t be with you again. I don’t trust you. I don’t believe anything you say. I mean you have that file on me and I checked in with my mom and I know for a fact my father hired someone to find me. Just because you haven’t told him yet, doesn’t mean it’s not you. I mean, once you turn me over to him, the sex will be over anyway. Even if I wanted to see you again, be with you, which I do not, he’d never allow it. In his eyes, you’re not good enough for me. Unless you are some senator’s son or wealthy beyond his wildest dreams or he’s able to use you to gain more political power, you can’t be anywhere near me. But don’t feel bad; Tony doesn’t cut the mustard either. I know this because my dead fiancé also wasn’t good enough in his eyes, but he was eager to use his death during his campaign. You see, Derrick, that was his name, was an Air Force pilot and his plane went down while he was on some secret mission on the other side of the world. I mean it’s every politician’s dream, a family member, or almost family member in my case, dying a war hero. My father used it during his campaign, used his death, pretended that he liked him, pretended he was sad about my loss, while all the while he was glad. Glad he’d have another shot at auctioning me off to one of his filthy rich contributors. And all of this, all of it, he did against my wishes. After years of being the perfect daughter, having him constantly trying to run my life, interfere in my relationships, dealing with his sneaky, underhanded bullshit, well I could go on forever, but you get the picture. Anyway, that’s why I left. I was sick of his constant interference, putting up with him running my life and having to be his obedient pawn. I’m a grown woman and I want my own life. That’s partly why I’m doing all this. I just want to do what I want to do. Figure out who I am and what I want out of life, who I want in my life, if anyone, and just so you know, I will never go back there and be that caged, scared rabbit again. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? So go make your call to Daddy and tell him you’re bringing me back, but you’ll have to kill me first, because the person I have to be around him is an empty shell who’s dead inside anyway.”

  Lifting an eyebrow in surprise at her reveal, Gage starts to get a clearer picture of why she left, but he’s still angry with her for an array of reasons, the latest of which is her not believing him.

  “Look, I already told you, I am not a private detective and I am most definitely not working for your father, who sounds like a real douche, by the way.”

  Kat’s subconscious again…Takes one to know one!

  Picking her up and sitting her back on the couch properly, he decides it’s time to tell her why he has the dossier.

  “I can explain about the dossier and if you hadn’t run out on me the other day, I would have told you then, but you wouldn’t listen.” Kat opens her mouth to say something and Gage cuts her off before she can get one syllable out, “No Kat. Just this once, do as I ask…please. Shut your mouth and listen to everything I have to say before you say another word. I can explain and this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m not one of those sensitive guys who likes to ‘talk’ and I’m not used to having to explain myself or my actions to anyone!”

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Leaving the room, Gage soon returns with a replenished glass of chilled vodka. Barefoot and shirtless, he takes long strides across the wood floor of the living room, rejoining Katrina who is still bound at the wrists and ankles on the couch. Sitting beside her, he holds out the glass, “Here, before we go any further, I want you to drink this.”

  Looking up at him, she decides to say nothing and to do exactly what he wants. At this point, what difference does it make? Maybe it will even help take the edge off of all this sexual tension. Leaning forward, she parts her lips as he holds the glass up to them and tilts it forward. The cool liquid is smooth as it passes over her tongue and flows down her throat to her stomach, warming her insides on the way down. Removing the glass, Gage asks, “Want more?” Kat shakes her head no. Turning the glass, Gage places his lips over the same place Katrina’s just were and finishes off the remaining liquid.

  “I’m really not sure where to start,” he says. “I guess with the beginning and the part you already know, my reoccurring dream. The other night when we were together, do you remember the dream that woke you, the one with the muffled sounds, the color green, pain, the bright light, the face of an angel, your face on the angel?”

  Feeling chilled she answers, “Yes. I remember. It was a nightmare I wish I could forget.”

  “Well as I explained that night, I’ve been having that same nightmare for several years. But what I didn’t tell you is that the face of the angel has always been your face, not just since I’ve met you, but since I first had the dream.”

  “What? How can that be?”

  “That’s what I wanted to know the first time I saw you. As you may have figured out by now, the first time I saw you was not when Tony introduced us at the track. It was several months earlier. I’d been out of town for work and was returning home. I reached my final destination and disembarked in Tampa. As I stepped off the plane, I noticed a long line of passengers waiting to board the next flight to New York. You were in that line of passengers, Katrina. You took my breath away. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. I couldn’t understand how you could be real and standing in front of me. I was so shocked I stopped dead in my tracks and just stood there gawking at you. You were reading a book in line, and I guess you felt me staring at you, because you looked up at me and our eyes met. I think I just stood there, staring, still in shock. You must have felt uncomfortable, because you averted your eyes back down to your b
ook and shortly after that, they started boarding your flight and you were gone. Later I found out that you had just performed in a ballet in Sarasota.”

  Stunned, her eyes grew wide with realization. “Oh my god, I remember that. The company had just finished a run at the Sarasota Ballet. I do recall someone stopping in front of me and looking up to see a handsome man, but he made me feel disconcerted, so I looked away and boarded the plane. That was you?”

  “Yes, that was me. So you see, I had to find out who you were, where you lived, if you knew me, if you could explain my dream, but you were gone and I couldn’t ask you any of those questions. The only thing I knew about you was that you were on flight 949 out of Tampa. I used that as my starting point. Since I possess some specialized skills, I hacked the airline’s flight manifest and passenger list for that flight. I started by eliminating anyone who did not originate the flight in Tampa, then all males, and all women over the age of thirty. Once I had the list narrowed down, I started searching any systems that would carry photo IDs. Military, DMV, well you get the idea. Eventually, I found an ID with your picture on it. I had your name and from there I compiled all the other information to find out where you lived and as many details as possible about your life from the earliest time I could track down.”

  “That’s just stalker-ish and creepy, Gage.”

  “I know, but please try to look at it from my perspective. You’ve been haunting my dreams, well if I’m honest, my nightmares for years. When I saw you in the airport and figured out you weren’t just a figment of my imagination but a living, breathing person, I had to find out everything I could about you so I could deduce if we’d ever met or crossed paths before that day in the airport. I had to know if in some way we knew each other, even as kids in kindergarten. I mean, I was desperate to find out why you were the angel in my nightmare. What the connection between us was. I couldn’t find anything on paper that would put the two of us together in any way, so I hopped a plane, followed you around for a few days, and snapped your picture, which you saw in the file. I thought if I could get a closer look at you maybe I would find out I was wrong, that it was my imagination and you really didn’t look identical to the angel in my dream. But that didn’t turn out to be the case. Besides, you are beautiful, Katrina so it wasn’t a hardship being close to you, having your pictures around.”

  Embarrassed at the unexpected compliment, she looks down at her bound hands and laced her fingers together.

  “I was in New York the night you left. That’s why I have a picture of you on your way out of town. I had no idea you were taking off. After a day or so I figured out you were going to be gone for a while.” He looked up, staring her in the eyes, “I searched your apartment.” She’s got to be freaked out already, I’m not admitting that I searched her apartment on more than one occasion. Need to know, soldier, and she does not need to know that.

  “I still had no answers. I was angry and confused. I had to find you again, so I flew back home and combed through your background again, looking for something I missed. You disappeared so completely. You’re very good for someone with no training, Katrina. I monitored what I could, you driver’s license number, credit cards, bank accounts, and cell phone, to see if anything would turn up to give me a clue as to where you were. I could find nothing, so I basically just gave up. I mean, what more could I do? So imagine my surprise when you showed up here, in the same town where I live, at the track with Moretti, and then later the same night, you walk into my club.”

  “So you’re saying you stalked me in order to find out how I fit into your dream?”

  “Basically, yes.”

  “All of this because of that nightmare? Because you wanted something from me?”

  “Yes. That’s how it started out. The nightmare, and needing answers.”

  Indignant, she spits out, “Started out, Gage? And what about now? You still want answers from me, don’t you? Isn’t that why you’re still sniffing around me?”

  “Now just calm down and listen for a minute, Kat. Yes, it started out that way. Yes, I still want answers, but you know as well as I do that the attraction between us is real. I believe you when you tell me you’ve never had that dream before. I saw firsthand how you reacted to it, and we obviously have no prior history that either one of us knows of, so don’t go getting your panties in a bunch.” With a devious smile on his face he quips, “I’m not just pumping you for information.”

  Kat’s eyes flash with anger. “So you think this is a joke? And what now? You wasted all this time, effort, and money on finding out everything about me and since it didn’t play out the way you intended, you decided that I would be the payoff? Instead of your efforts being a total waste of time you might as well get something out of it? So why not just fuck me, right?”

  Gage was shocked at where her line of thinking had led her. “What? No. Come on, Kat. You’re a famous ballerina. You can’t be that insecure, can you? I don’t know what it is, but I feel something for you. There’s a real attraction between us. I can’t control myself when I’m around you, sexually or in any other way, and I know you feel the same.”

  “Don’t you tell me what I feel. You think you know me because you compiled a file of papers and pictures on me? Well, you don’t! I don’t know what I’m feeling, besides pissed off and used.”

  “I told you not to lie to me again, Kat.”

  Lifting her chin in a defiant manner she yells, “I’m not your property. I don’t have to listen to you and I will lie to you all I want. And what now…you call me a liar because I’m not telling you what you want to hear? Well, fuck you. You used me! I don’t feel anything for you. You got what you wanted. You were a good fuck, Gage, but I can live without it, now cut these zip ties off me and let me go home. We’re done here!”

  Incensed at being told he was nothing more than a good fuck to her, his overbearing attitude increased. “No, Kat. We’re not done until I say we’re done! You are a liar. You’re lying to me right now. I’m more than just a good fuck to you, otherwise you wouldn’t be pissed at me one minute and then melt in my hands begging me to fuck you, begging me to make you cum, the next. So get over yourself. We both share this sick need to be together, to do unspeakable things to one another. You are mine. You are my property, to do with what I will. If I touched you, kissed you right now, you would turn instantly wet, begging me to slam my hard cock into you, allowing me to defile your body, do anything I want to you, and you know it, baby.”

  “Fuck you! You just stay the hell away from me.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you alright.” Reaching over Gage slides his hand between her legs, rubbing the seam of her pants against the tender flesh beneath. Pushing her down, he climbs on top of her, towering over her, and crushes his mouth to hers. She bites him, drawing blood, tasting the metallic tinge on her tongue. “My little Kit Kat wants to play rough, does she?” Not allowing her to answer he kisses her again, reaches inside her shirt, and pulls on her nipple. She cries out as he puts his mouth over her breast, sucking it into his mouth hard and scraping his teeth across the tip. “Want more, Kat?”

  “No.”

  “Are you lying to me again? Let me check.” Sliding down her body, he yanks down her pants and presses two fingers inside her. Her back arches off the couch. “What am I going to do with you? You lied to me…again. You are so wet and ready for me, Katrina. You never disappoint. You really should stop lying to me or I’m never going to let you cum. I can do this all night, all day, all week if I have to. I can bring you to the edge every time and then just leave you hanging, horny and frustrated and unable to finish. What is that saying…so close and yet so far? Is that what you want me to do again, baby?”

  Still defiant, she turns her head to the side so she doesn’t have to look at him, but inside, her body is screaming for him to slide his cock deep inside her. To ride her until she’s depleted of energy, depleted of sensation, until she cries out in rapture from being overcome by one orgasm after anothe
r.

  Leaning over her, Gage runs his tongue around her ear and down the side of her face. She turns back quickly to say something rude and he takes her mouth before she can lie to him again.

  “You still want me don’t you, baby? You want me to fuck you and make you cum? I will pleasure you and give you the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, if you just tell me the truth.” Worn down, she softly whimpers like a child. “Come on baby, just say it. Say you’re mine and you want me to fuck you, to make you cum.” Removing his fingers, he puts his head between her legs, licking her clit, swirling his tongue in a circular motion, then sucking hard and finally, fucking her with his tongue.

  “Alright, okay, you don’t fight fair. I want you to fuck me and make me cum. Even after all this.”

  “And what else, Katrina? Who do you belong to?”

  “Please Gage…I belong to no one, I belong to myself.”

  “Wrong answer! You belong to me. You told me I was just a good fuck to you, Kat. Do you still stand by that statement? Is that all I am to you?”

  “No.”

  “You feel something for me, don’t you?”

  “Okay, yes!”

  “And…”

  “I belong to you…I don’t care if you want to use me like I’m your property. Please just fuck me and make me cum.”

  “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

  Removing a knife from the sheath strapped to his ankle, Gage cuts the zip ties binding her legs together. Removing her pants, he grabs the crotch of the black satin panties and tears them off her, dropping them on the floor.

  “I hope you weren’t fond of those.” Through the excitement, she is speechless. Standing, he removes another condom from his front pocket and strips off the rest of his clothes. “Sit up and put it on me,” he orders placing it into her hands. Opening the packet, Kat removes the prophylactic, allowing the wrapper to fall to the ground and placing the condom over the swollen head of his fully erect penis. Using her nimble fingers, she slowly rolls it down the shaft.