“Stand back up and have a seat in the recliner, sweetheart.”
This time, her pace was even slower. Not only did the strings and stones of the nipple clamps swing with every step, she had to clench her ass cheeks to make sure she didn’t lose the ass plug. When she finally made it there, she picked up the vibrator, then turned and slowly lowered herself to the seat.
From across the room, Marco instructed, “Sit back. Push on the arms so the back reclines a bit, but leave the foot rest down. It’ll just be in my way later. Good girl. Now spread your legs as far as you can, while still being comfortable. Put one hand above your head and relax.”
Relax? Was he serious? Her body was humming and he wanted her to relax. Like that was going to happen. Not.
“Turn on the vibe and hold it between your legs, so it’s stimulating both your clit and pussy. You know the routine. You do nothing unless I tell you to, and that includes cumming.”
The man was going to be the death of her tonight. Flipping the switch, she brought the slim, artificial phallus to her core. Even though she was expecting the new sensation, combined with the stimulus to her tits and ass, her hips bucked the moment she touched her already sensitive clit. “Ahhh. Shit!”
“Easy, baby. Relax.”
Damn, she was ready to tell him to take that word and shove it.
“Now. Tell me. Have you dreamt about me…about us together? Because I sure as hell have. You’ve starred in many of my fantasy dreams over the years.” Her gaze flashed to his at that revelation. “Oh, yes. I’ve had many, many dreams about you, long before you ever rocked my world. Asleep and awake. One of my favorites was when I was in the shower and you were on your knees giving me a blow. But I confess, my dreams came nowhere close to reality, sweetheart. I jacked off to that memory many times since then. So tell me, did you dream of me? I want an honest answer, Harper. Not what you think I want to hear. It’s okay if the answer is no, but from that expression on your face, I think the answer is yes. Either that or you’re about to explode.”
She could just imagine what expression he saw on her face, because as soon as he started talking about dreams and fantasies, her favorite ones of him popped into her head…and there were many of them. “Yes to both, Sir.” His eyes narrowed in confusion, so she added, “I mean, yes to dreaming of you, and yes to the fact that I’m about to explode.”
He smirked. The bastard. Standing, he began to unlace his fly, but he remained over by the desk. Her eyes dropped to watch his hands work, but he chided, “Uh-uh, Butterfly. Eyes on mine. Good girl. Now, I want you to make small circles over your clit and pussy with the vibe, and tell me your favorite fantasy of me.”
“What? Y-you want me to…to…” Oh, shit. He wasn’t serious, was he?
“Yes, I do. I want to hear what I did to you in those dreams of yours…and what you did to me. And I don’t see your hand moving at all. I’d rather our first scene didn’t include a punishment, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you get away with anything.”
Shit.
CHAPTER 16
Marco chuckled as he sat again, then leaned back and settled in for the upcoming entertainment. This was going to be fun…and hot. He hadn’t removed his leathers, but loosened the laces to give his hard cock some breathing room. She was going to be the death of him tonight, if he wasn’t careful. She looked so fucking beautiful wearing only her stockings and corset. Her breasts were incredible to begin with, but clamped, they were stunning. He watched as she began to rub the vibe over her exposed pussy lips and clit. Even with the distance between them and the low lighting, he could see how wet she has. “I’m waiting, Harper. And you’ll find I’m a very impatient man when a submissive makes me wait for what I want.”
She swallowed hard and squirmed a little. “Um. I, um…well, there are so many different ones I’ve had, that I’m not sure which is my favorite.”
He loved how off-kilter she seemed. This was obviously something she’d never done before. Well, neither had he, but Devon had told his teammates how hot things got when Kristen read him the sex scenes she’d written. But Harper wasn’t the author of any steamy romance novels, and he didn’t want her reading someone else’s fantasies to him—he wanted to hear hers. “Hmmm. Then pick one and we’ll save the others for another time.”
“Okay. Um. I’m not exactly sure how I’m supposed to do this.” She licked her lips and he bit back a groan as he remembered them wrapped around his cock. “I mean, I don’t know how to start.”
“All right. Let’s try this. Close your eyes. Keep that vibe moving and I’ll start by asking a few questions. Then you can tell me what I’m doing to you in your mind, like you’re giving me a play-by-play of a movie you’re watching.” He could see the moment she relaxed a little after shutting her eyes. “Ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached into his leathers and adjusted himself. “Good girl. Okay. First question—where are we?”
“Um…on a deserted island in the Caribbean.”
“Nice. Did we go there on purpose or are we shipwrecked?”
“Hmmm. I like the thought of being shipwrecked. It sounds barbaric.”
He smirked and stood to remove his pants. Might as well, since he was going to be fucking her senseless soon. “Barbaric, huh? Okay. What are we wearing?”
“We were on a dinner cruise and fell overboard, so I’m in a little black dress and you’re wearing a white dress shirt and pants, but we take them off because they’re soaked. Now I’m in a bra and thong.” She smiled, but her eyes remained closed. “You’re going commando.”
“Figures,” he murmured, sitting down again, now completely naked. He leaned back in the executive desk chair, wrapping one fist around his shaft, and with his other hand, retrieving a few condoms he’d stashed in the drawer with a few other items. “Go on.”
“We thought the island was deserted, but it’s not.” Her voice had gotten raspier…sexier…lustier. “You make a fire, and instead of attracting a rescue, natives find us. They’re mad we invaded their island and take us back to their camp at spear point. The only way they’ll let us go is if we make a sacrifice to their god.”
Chuckling, he dragged his fist up and down his dick, slow and steady, feeling the rough callouses against smooth flesh. Devil Dog hadn’t been kidding—story time was fucking incredible and they had just gotten started. “What kind of sacrifice?”
“We have to have sex on their altar, in front of everyone. Mmmm. But before that happens, I have to lay on the altar and be prepared by them.”
“I like this.” And so did she. Her breathing had increased even more and her hand was moving faster. Groans escaped her as her legs and hips fidgeted in the chair. “Keep going. How do they prepare you?”
“Th-they all have to touch me. Four or five at a time. And all over. My breasts. My ass. My pussy. Legs, arms, everywhere.”
“Just the men, or are the women involved, too?”
“Both. Oh, God. Um…a dozen hands are touching me, all at once. Stroking me. They move me, so my head falls over the edge of the altar. Your standing there and they tell you to put your hard cock in my mouth and fuck it.”
“Shit, that’s fucking hot.” Deciding to get into the fantasy, he got to his feet and walked toward her, rolling on a condom along the way. “Keep going, baby. Start moving that vibe faster.”
“I’m sucking you off. My pussy is throbbing as someone fucks it with their fingers. More fingers are fucking my ass. Two mouths are sucking my breasts.” Her one-handed grip on the recliner above her head tightened. “There’s no part of my body that isn’t being touched by someone. I don’t…I don’t know where I stop and everyone else begins. Oh, fuck me, please!”
Marco dropped to the floor and knelt between her legs. He licked her inner thighs and she jolted and gasped, obviously not expecting it. Her groans increased as he trailed one hand up her torso and found the clamp strings, tugging them lightly. She was close, but he wanted to be the one to
send her over. Taking the vibe from her pussy, he replaced it with his mouth, then alternated licking her folds and flicking her clit with his tongue. Fuck, she was delicious. “Come for me, Butterfly.”
He impaled her with his stiffened tongue and she shattered. Screaming, she came in his mouth and rode wave after wave of the intense orgasm to completion. But he didn’t give her a chance to recover. Jerking her hips, he brought her to the edge of the chair and lined his cock up with her slit. She was gazing at him through heavy eyelids. With one thrust of his hips, he entered her and saw stars as her moist heat surrounded him. “Fuck! Baby, you feel incredible. So fucking hot.”
He slowly withdrew and then slammed back into her. Again. And again. On the next pass, when his pelvis struck her clit, she went over the edge for the second time. His eyes rolled back in his head as her channel spasmed around him and her cries of release reached his ears. Increasing his pace, he fucked her…harder, faster. If he died right now, it would be with a smile and a look of ecstasy on his face. A bolt of electricity shot from his spine to his heavy balls. One more thrust and he held himself deep within her, shouting as he shot his cum in multiple streams into the latex barrier. When his orgasm finally began to recede, he dropped his head on her chest. They both heaved for oxygen. “I…holy shit…damn, woman. I think…that was even better…than the first time we were together.”
She giggled and ran her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “Could be. But I think…we might…have to do it again in a little while…just to be sure.”
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Paula Leighton’s anger grew as she drove past Marco’s house for a third time in the past hour. She glanced at the dashboard clock. Almost midnight. Where the fuck was he? It had been over a week since she’d seen his truck in the driveway, and he wasn’t at Harper’s house either. He must be staying at the compound with all the others. Fuck!
She’d taken a chance earlier in the day, when she’d spotted the familiar vehicle outside Donovan’s and entered the restaurant, just to catch a glimpse of the man she’d fallen in love with a year and a half ago. Her affection hadn’t been returned, but never one to back down from a challenge, she’d begun to find out everything she could about him, hoping she could one day change his mind. But then that bitch had to get pregnant with his baby, and it had put a damper on Paula’s plans.
Having been Trident Security’s secretary for a few months, she’d been able to snoop around a lot when the men had been out of the office. Unfortunately, she’d gotten caught by that asshole, Evans, one day when she didn’t expect him to return so soon and he’d found her in his ‘restricted’ war-room, as it was called. She’d been fired that afternoon, but by that point, she’d had access to much information, even though they’d obviously thought she hadn’t been smart enough to figure some things out on her own. She knew everyone’s phone number and their provider’s account number since she received the monthly bills in the office mail. Finding all their home addresses on the payroll sheets had been a piece of cake, also. Then she had gotten samples of Marco’s handwriting and found a forger, who’d been able to draft a letter to the whore, basically telling her to go fuck herself along with her unborn brat.
It had been pure coincidence finding out Harper was pregnant two weeks before Paula had been fired. They had the same GYN, who also happened to be one of The Covenant’s contract doctors for medical exams. Oh, yeah. She knew all about the sex club her former bosses had tried to keep her from finding out about. But it wasn’t her thing—people fucking each other in public…such whores. When Marco became hers, she would insist they only had sex in private.
Paula had been in the waiting room for a routine physical when the other woman and doctor walked out of the examining room. Harper had clearly still been in shock from getting the news and didn’t even glance in Paula’s direction. It had taken Paula a moment to figure out the woman’s stunned expression. While the new-mommy-to-be stood next to the front desk, the doctor told the receptionist to schedule an ultrasound and call in an order for pre-natal vitamins to Harper’s pharmacy. She then placed her hand on Harper’s arm and told her if she wanted help telling Marco, to let her know.
Paula had seen red at the mention of Marco and her original thought had been to kill the bitch right then and there. But then another thought had formed. She would bide her time and wait for the baby to be born, then eliminate the competition. Once Harper was out of the way, Paula, Marco, and the baby could be one big happy family.
Now, pissed off, she vowed to stick a fork in Lairson’s ass to get him to finish what she’d hired him to do, and steered the vehicle toward home. Well, it wasn’t exactly her home. After getting fired from Trident, she’d used the measly severance pay they had tossed her way to live on while she searched for the perfect job opportunity. She’d found it three months later on Craigslist. An elderly, recluse of a man, with the beginnings of dementia, had advertised looking for a cook/housekeeper/companion. Paula had dressed nice and turned on the charm, all but guaranteeing her the job. It didn’t take long to figure out the man had no family nor good friends who would notice if he went missing. The house was in a quiet neighborhood where most people kept to themselves and ignored those living around them. She’d slowly gained access to all the man’s bank accounts and powers of attorney. Once she had everything she needed, she took advantage of his failing health and suffocated him with a pillow as he slept in his bed. The next day she’d had a full-size freezer delivered and placed in the garage, so she could stuff his body in it and avoid stinking up the house with decaying flesh.
Happily using the old man’s money, car, and house, she didn’t have to worry about having to work or deal with the nosy neighbors she’d had in her apartment complex anymore. She could devote all her time to planning her new life as Mrs. Marco DeAngelis.
CHAPTER 17
Marco was glad Harper’s case had been adjourned for another day. It meant he could get her back to the safety of the compound while they continued to try to figure out who was after her and why. Things had been quiet since the day at the bomber’s apartment, but he was worried a clock was ticking down and they’d soon be facing another attempt to kill Harper.
Cain Foster was walking in front of them out of the Hillsborough County courthouse, in downtown Tampa, and descending the steps to the parking lot across the street. Tristan McCabe had their six from about four paces behind. All three men, dressed in suits for court, had their heads on automatic swivel, scanning the area for any threat. Somehow they timed it right with the walk-on-red signal and made it to their vehicles with nary a pause. After making sure Harper was secure in Marco’s truck, the two other men jumped into one of Trident’s SUVs and got ready to follow. They hadn’t been worried about anyone tampering with either vehicle since back in his war-room, Brody had hacked into the video feed of the courts security system. Someone from the teams had been watching both vehicles the entire time court was in session to make sure no one had approached them.
After starting the truck, Marco eased out of the space, and once he was sure the others were right behind him, he exited the parking lot. While the Monday traffic was moderate, it wasn’t close to what it would be in another hour or two, when most commuters would be leaving their offices for the day. Stopping at a red light, he glanced over at Harper, trying to keep his gaze off her long legs. The skirt of her grey suit had risen a little higher above her knee than it had been in court, due to her climbing up into his truck. Damn, he wanted those legs wrapped around his waist again—just as they had been the second time he took her last night before they’d reluctantly returned to the apartment to sleep in separate rooms. Out of respect for her mother, Harper wanted to tell her she would be sleeping in his bed from now on, before actually doing it.
Loosening his tie, he yanked it over his head, then undid the top button of his dress shirt. Beside him, she let out a sigh and he took a quick peek at her before accelerating when the light turned green again. “Are you okay?�
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“Yeah.” The shake of her head was in contrast to her word. “It just pisses me off that some of these dirtbags can manipulate the system and drag these cases out. My client’s husband refused to let her work, kept full control over her money, abused her, and cheated on her. Then when she finally had the courage to say she’d had enough, he hires a lawyer who is only in it for the billable hours. They file motion after motion, keeping my client in limbo. I freaking wish Florida was a community property state—assets acquired during a marriage get split 50/50. End of story. None of this bullshit.”
Marco chuckled at her last sentence.
“What’s so funny?”
“You just cursed and the first thought that popped into my brain was you owe a dollar to the swear jar. I think there’s more money in there from you than me.” Both of them were trying to curb their language, so by the time Mara was talking, she hopefully wouldn’t be picking up any bad habits. He couldn’t stop the quick grin which spread across his face at Harper’s scowl. “Sorry. Look, I know you were being serious and I agree with you. I think a lot of times the person who needs and deserves a good portion of the assets isn’t the one who get it. At least not in this state.”
She was about to say something more when his phone’s ringtone cut her off. Hitting the Blue Tooth feature on the steering wheel, he connected the call from McCabe a few cars behind them. “What?”
“Think we’ve got company. Blue Impala, two cars back from you and right in front of us. Male driver appears to be alone unless someone is ducked down.” Marco glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted the vehicle. While in a normal protection detail, Foster would have been right on his ass, but in this case, the two man had stayed back a little, hoping for this exact scenario to happen. With any luck, this was Harper’s stalker. “He’s been following since we left the courthouse and looks like he’s waiting for an opening in traffic to make a move. Not sure if he’s just in a hurry and happens to be going the same way or if you’re his target. What do you want us to do?”
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