Submission To Black
Book Three (Blackstone Series)
Rachel E. Rice
Copyright © 2013 by Rachel E. Rice
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without written permission, except for brief quotations to books and critical reviews. This story is a work of fiction. Characters and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Cover by Amber Shah
Books by Rachel E. Rice
Obsession Series: Warm Bodies, Cold Hearts—Book One
Naked Obsession—Book Two
Burning Obsession—Book Three
Blackstone Series: The Incredible Mr. Black—Book One
Temptation In Black—Book Two
Submission To Black—Book Three
Historical Romance
The Captain and The Virgin—Book One
The Captain’s Lady and The Pirate—Book Two
The Captain’s Revenge…--Book Three
Tamika Jade: The Case of the Girl with the Rose Tattoo
Rachel’s website at: http://rachel-e.blogspot.com/
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Coming in 2014: New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Prologue
I had planned to surrender to Mr. Black’s wishes, raise the white flag, and marry him. I couldn’t stand one day more of being without my son and Mr. Black. I wanted to shout, “I submit. Take me and do what you will. I’m yours.” But something deep inside my soul made me feel empty like a river in a dry season.
“This is not me,” I murmured. This is not Alexander Bishop. I refused to be controlled by Max or any man.
I’d inadvertently stumbled into Maximilian Blackstone’s world of control, excess, and secrets, and I’d discovered that I’m not equipped to handle it all. I have no more energy to defy him. I’m heading in the direction of submission if I can’t find the will to control my urges for that devastatingly erotic, handsome man.
Chapter 1
Reaching and placing my head on Blake Scotto’s strong chest was automatic. I didn’t know why I did it. Maybe it was because his broad shoulders reminded me of my father’s comforting chest, which was always welcome when I was a child. I could count on it to soak up my tears when I fell off of my bike and skinned my knee and when I needed a good cry. Nevertheless, it was a mistake crying to another man when the incomparable Mr. Black was so close.
I learned that I had made a giant mistake when Blake placed his arms around me, cradling and pulling me into him. I felt his longing and desire, his heart beating like thunder breaking. I gave myself over to the warmth coursing through me, but this was not the time or place.
The jolt I felt wasn’t from Blake but was from Max’s presence—his green eyes glaring at me. I jerked around, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. I stepped out of the warmth of Blake’s arms into Max’s cold stare, which riveted my body.
“I hope that hiring you, Mr. Scotto, was not a mistake. You are supposed to find my son, and here I discover that you are seducing and kissing my wife.” Max stepped closer to me and placed his hand behind my neck. A chill leapt down my spine, settling in the small of my back. I wondered if he had used those large hands to strangle his fiancé. I pulled away. “I’m not your wife, and Blake wasn’t kissing me.”
“Then what the fuck was he doing?” he said, tilting his head to the right. Max took a defiant stance, opening his long legs to gain balance. His hooded eyes and creased brow displayed anger like a wolf showing his teeth before he pounced and attacked his prey.
“I can speak for myself, Alex,” Blake stated, moving farther away from me. Max didn’t wait for an explanation.
“She’s my fiancée, and you will address her either as Ms. Bishop or Ms. Blackstone. I didn’t employ you to—”
“Mr. Blackstone, you can dismiss me, but I came here to do a job, and you know there is no one better at this than me. All I’m concerned about is finding your son. This is not about me or Alex…Mrs. Blackstone.” Blake raised his hands and extended a folder, dropping it on the granite counter in front of Max. Before the folder hit the counter, I thought Max would hit him, or Blake would hit Max.
They stood glaring at each other until Blake opened the folder and said, “Look, these are copies of pictures from your surveillance cameras.” He lined them all up according to time and date. Among the many pictures appeared to be images of Max wearing a blue denim shirt, jeans, and boots, looking handsome and rugged. I’d never seen Max dressed causally. I peered at the photo, and the handsome hunk took my breath away. He was smiling and holding Maxim’s little hand. They looked so happy together. It was a Mayberry moment. Why hadn’t I seen that side of him before? But it wasn’t Max’s moment.
Max clutched the photo in one hand, his eyes drew tight, and he raked his fingers through his hair. “He’s my brother.” The pictures showed Jonas holding Maxim’s hand. Jonas had a fishing pole and a large backpack with camping gear strapped to his back.
Blake raised an eyebrow, bit his lip, and shot a hostile glanced at Max. “This information about a brother was concealed. Your staff never mentioned a brother,” Blake said, angry and confused. “We would have been further along if someone had said something, Mr. Blackstone. You people with your money and secrets.” I raised an eyebrow and peeked at Max’s face. He didn’t care for Blake, but he wouldn’t let his feelings cloud his judgment and interfere with Blake finding our son.
“They were instructed not to disclose that I had a brother,” Max said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “We’re identical twins. It was a business decision.” He met Blake’s eyes.
“Then how did you expect anyone to come to the right conclusions?”
“That’s why I hired you. You have a reputation. You can get to what matters without causing an uproar and making this into a circus, which would endanger my son’s life.”
Blake understood. It was a smart move.
“Do you know where he is?” Max stared into a cup of black coffee, twirling the spoon around the edges. He placed it on the counter, put the cup to his lips, and then drank. He raised his eyes.
“I think I know. Well, I have a good idea. There is a camping ground our father brought us to when we were children. There’s a stream nearby. That’s probably why Jonas had a fishing pole.”
“Do you think your son is in danger?”
“No. Of course not,” he said, his steely look disguising his concerns.
“Yes,” I said. Max cut a serious glance in my direction.
“Well?” Blake asked. “Is he or isn’t he in danger?” Blake’s stare went from me to Max.
I gazed at Max. “For God’s sake, Max, tell him about Jonas’s history.” Max lowered his head a moment and began explaining about his brother being a troubled child and a runaway as a teenager, his tour of duty in Afghanistan, his drug addictions after returning from the war, and his diagnosis of schizophrenia. He explained everything except Jonas’s sexual activities. Blake’s eyes moved with a disinterested glance, focusing on me and then Max, as if this was nothing new. He had an expression as if he had heard this a million times. It was boredom that lived within the policeman who had seen and heard too much.
“
Mr. Blackstone, I need to go over information immediately with my men to ready them for the search.”
“My gear is ready. I’ll meet you near the pines in half an hour,” Max said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of his bedroom. He dropped his cup of coffee in the butler’s pantry sink on his way out of the door.
I bounded behind Max. “I need to be there too,” I screamed.
He turned quickly, facing me. “And do what, Alex? Get in the way?” Max said. He turned his back to me, slipped off his robe, and walked into his closet. When he returned he had on a pair of worn jeans that made my heart flutter. He was shirtless and held his red-and-black lumberjack shirt in his hand. He wore a pair of outdoor boots, the kind you see in Field & Stream. When he put on his shirt, I nudged close to him and began buttoning it one button at a time. Looking down at me, he kissed my forehead and brought my face up with his hands so that I was gazing into his sad eyes. My need and desire for him rivaled anything I had felt before.
“I want to go, Max.”
“You can’t. The place is too rugged, and it’s mountainous.”
I pulled away. “How can Jonas subject a two-year-old to that type of environment?”
“We were that age when my father brought us out there. We survived in worse weather.”
“Yes, but he’s my son.”
“He’s a Blackstone, and I know what’s best for him.”
“Like leaving him with your brother?” I questioned, raising my voice. If anyone was listening, they could hear everything that was said.
“I didn’t know Jonas would be here,” Max said apologetically. “He must have flown down in my jet,” he continued, moving away from me. He paced to the window and stared out. His eyes focused on Blake and his men, standing in the open space steps away from the gathering of large pines.
Max turned with a jerk of his body.
“I’m leaving, Alex.” He walked out of the room with me following after him. When he stopped, he and I were standing outside, away from the pool and into the trees surrounding the property. Blake and his men waited for directions from Max. Van Horn had Max’s gear ready and handed it to him, and Blake and his men trekked after Max. Knowing that Blake was watching, Max turned and jogged back to me, grabbed me, planted a heated kiss on my lips. It felt as if it was a kiss to remember that he was the only man for me. It scared me.
He whispered into my ear, “When I bring our baby back, we’re going to make him a brother.” I looked at him with surprise. Doesn’t he know? Doesn’t he realize how I feel at this moment?
***
I had forgotten to call St. John and tell him that I had an emergency. Reaching for my smartphone in my pocket, I dialed frantically because I didn’t want to lose my position at his bank.
“Mr. St. John.”
“Yes, Alex.”
“I’m sorry, but I had an emergency, and this is the first chance I had to call you.”
“Nothing serious I hope.”
“It’s my son, but all is taken care of. Max…” I thought better than to include another man into my private affairs. Nevertheless, he was in some way involved.
“I should return to Seattle over the weekend and be able to start at your bank on Monday, if that’s OK?”
“If you need more time, Alex, just let me know. I will accommodate you.”
“Thanks, Mr. St. John.”
“I expect to spend more time with you in hopes that you will stop calling me ‘Mr. St. John.’”
I hit the off button. An alarming thought danced in my head. I had not planned to lead him on. I hope I can straighten it out before it goes too far. There was no way I could have a relationship with any other man with Mr. Black lurking around every corner. And since I was so in love with Max, I had been deaf, dumb, and blind—and unable—to view any man in the right perspective. My heart wanted what it wanted.
I was born to love Max. No other woman could endure his raw, erotic, sinful sexual pleasures.
***
Deep into my nightmare an ominous figure stood at the foot of the bed. My consciousness felt the presence of someone, and my eyes opened. I couldn’t read the expression on Max’s face. It was not one of panic, but then, he never panicked. He didn’t say a word, just stood looking at me. “What is it? Is our baby OK?”
“You have finally acknowledged that Maxim is my son as well. And yes, he’s fine.” A small smile crossed his lips. I jumped onto the floor.
“Well, Max, where is he?”
“He’s sound asleep in the first room to the right. You can access it through those doors.” He pointed. I glanced at the door that led to the room where Maxim slept and dashed into it. I leaned over him and saw that he was clutching a stuff animal. It looked like a small deer in his arms. Oh that’s great, Max. Give him Bambi as a child and then later, hand him a gun to shoot Bambi’s mother.
I crawled into the bed and draped my arm around him and kissed his forehead. He didn’t move. I looked up at Max. “Are you sure he’s OK? He’s so quiet and so still.” I touched his forehead. “No fever,” I murmured, glancing in Max’s direction.
Max laughed. “He had a long day, but if you’re concerned, I’ll call the pediatrician in to tend to him. He’ll give him a thorough checkup tomorrow. And you could use one as well.”
“Thank you, but I will see my own doctors. I’m going to lie here for a few minutes. When I leave this bed, I want to know what happened. Where is your brother?”
“He’s in the kitchen. He wants to see you and apologize for taking Maxim without notifying anyone.”
“I don’t know if I want to see him this soon. I still haven’t gotten over him masquerading as you and never saying anything to me.”
“He was just following orders. Blame me, not him.”
“Don’t worry; there is more than enough to spread around. You have to take responsibility for what has happened and what is happening to our relationship, if you can call it a relationship.”
“Alex…”
I shuddered when he put his hand on my shoulder. “I think we need to talk, but not here,” I said, staring up at Max.
I kissed Maxim one more time and rose from the bed. I walked back into Max’s bedroom and sat on the sofa, looking out into the wooded area. He sat near me and tried to hold my hands. My hands were cold, and he felt it when I pulled away. “You are so cold. Do you want me to start a fire?”
“No, I’m not going to be here long. If you can have your jet take me back to Seattle when Maxim wakes, I would appreciate it.”
“You’re planning to take Maxim with you? I can’t do that, Alex.”
“Clearly you see that he’s not safe around Jonas.”
“Jonas did nothing to harm Maxim. You have no reason to take my son.”
“You promised me that you would give me time to be with him,” I said in disbelief.
“That was until I realized the threat…”
“What threat? The only threat is the one with that out-of-control brother of yours…I have something to say to him.” I stood and headed straight for the door, but Max stopped me. He placed his hand over mine as I grasped the knob.
“Look at yourself.” I glanced down and all I was wearing was a revealing cami with string bikini underwear.
“I didn’t have time to pack anything. I just grabbed the nearest things and threw them into my bag.” I made an excuse for my erratic behavior.
“Here. Put this on.” He placed a robe over my shoulders. He stared into my eyes, and I met and held his gaze. His head moved to my breasts. He sucked one nipple, and he growled with enjoyment. My hand passed over his toned chest and abs. I was losing this battle and was close to surrender when I put reason in front of passion. I’m not getting anywhere with this stubborn man, I observed. “What’s the use?” I said, pulling away.
Eyeing him, I said, “What difference does it make to him what I have on? He has seen everything. It’s like locking the barn after the horses have gotten out.”
“I’m thinking about the servants. You’re to become my wife.” I placed my arms through the sleeves of the robe, tied the belt, and turned away. “That’s a little premature with the state of our relationship.” And I sauntered out of the bedroom, leaving the door open. When I turned to glance at Max, he was entering Maxim’s room.
It took only a moment to come face-to-face with Jonas. He caught me off guard because apparently he had expected me to be angry. My stunned eyes locked on his white T-shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up, the muscles in his arms betraying the hard body under his shirt; the tattoo on his hand, a small star between his thumb and finger, was visible. Now I could tell the difference in the two men. The details had escaped me. Why didn’t I see it before now? Because physically they are so alike. Only a mother would know, you idiot.
I appeared to be in shock at the gorgeous man standing before me with an incredible tattoo, making me salivate and wish his arms were encircling me. I gained composure of myself to prevent him from seeing how hot I thought he was.
“Before you say a word, Alex, I want to apologize for everything. I apologize for taking Maxim on that hike into the woods. He’s a Blackstone after all. We were raised on fishing, camping, and horseback riding in the wilderness.” Jonas’s apology was not a real apology.
“That’s an apology?” I said, gripping the side of the bar. “He’s a Bishop too. Is that all you want to apologize for? Because it was very immature and selfish to take a child out like that and not tell anyone.”
“I wasn’t thinking.”
“Precisely.”
“Now that we have broken the ice, have a cup of coffee with me. You may find something to like,” Jonas said, reaching for the coffeepot. He poured a cup of brewed coffee from the silver container. “You see, I’m not a bad person after all,” he said, flashing those green eyes and moving closer to me, causing chills to rise on my arms.
I stepped back, and he stepped closer. It appeared he knew the appeal he had over women, more so than Max. It was Max’s incredible sexual antics in bed that separated the two brothers in my experience.
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