Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance)

by Phoenix Daniels

  The Time’ began to play. He dragged a chair to the middle of the floor and sat.

  He looked expectedly at Natasha, so she slowly walked over and stood in front of him.

  Natasha turned and tried to mimic the moves that she’d seen downstairs. She swayed to the slow rhythm of the music. Natasha sat in his lap and rolled her hips. She just needed to get through one song. The man was fine, but she didn’t want to be trapped in a room alone with him.

  “Is this the master bedroom?” She asked, alerting her team that she was in a bedroom.

  “How the hell should I know? This ain’t my house,” he snapped. “Dance!”

  Trying not to respond to his sudden anger, Natasha continued to seductively roll her hips. She threw her head back and ground into his lap. He moaned and reached up and gripped Natasha’s ass.

  Natalia.

  Natalia.

  Natalia.

  Natasha stood and turned around. She laid her head back on his broad shoulder and rolled her ass all over his midsection. She could feel his dick harden under her, so she assumed that she was doing it right. She started popping her ass up and down in his lap, mimicking sex.

  When the song went off, indicating that the dance was over, Natasha stood and turned to face the dark man.

  “Thank you,” she said as she moved toward the door.

  He grabbed Natasha by the arm and held up a one hundred dollar bill.

  “I want more,” he said seductively.

  “Another dance?”

  “No. This bill is for some head and pussy.”

  Natasha shook her head. “I just dance. One of the other girls can hook you up.”

  It was his turn to shake his head. “I want you. I wanna watch that fat ass bounce while I’m hitting it from behind.”

  Natasha tried her best to hide her disgust with his vulgarity.

  “But I don’t do that. I just dance,” Natasha reinforced.

  Again, she started toward the door, but she was snatched back. The dark man turned her to face him, painfully gripping her shoulders. He had a feral look in his eyes as he all but growled at her.

  “Bitch! You wanna act all stuck up. Like you ain’t like the rest of these hoes in

  Here,” he snarled.

  Natasha struggled to free herself from his grasped. “I’m a dancer, not a prostitute!”

  “Bitch, you cudda got paid, but now I ain’t giving yo ass shit! I’m just gonna take this pussy.”

  Natasha looked up at him with a serious expression and spoke in a quiet voice that was meant to warn. “Dark man... You got it all wrong. Believe me when I tell you that you won’t take shit from me.”

  He laughed and flung her on the bed, jumping on top of her. They struggled a bit before he pinned her to the mattress.

  “Damn it!! You almost threw me into the smoke detector!” Natasha prayed that her team had heard her distress signal.

  He briefly looked around for a smoke detector before returning his attention to Natasha. He released one of her hands so that he could pull at the band between her legs. With her free hand, Natasha punched him in the throat. He sat up and clutched his throat, desperately gulping for air. Natasha used the opportunity to kick him off of her. He flew off the bed, still holding his throat.

  She quickly leaped from the bed and began to stump the dark man’s face. Six inch stilettos were a very efficient weapon. Natasha heard glass breaking downstairs, but that didn’t stop her from stomping the shit out of her would be rapist, who was now screaming like a little bitch. She reached into his pocket and snatched the hundred dollar bill.

  “See you cudda got one of the other girls to suck yo’ dick, but nooo you wanna rape a mothafucka,” she said through gritted teeth.

  Natasha noticed that the music downstairs had completely stopped. Her team must have breached the house. Before Natasha could land another blow, she was yanked away and tossed on the bed. Her arms were being forced behind her back. She was being handcuffed. She eased her face to the side to discover that it was Steve that was cuffing her.

  So once she was cuffed, she pretended to struggle. “What the fuck you cuffing me for?! I ain’t do shit! That motherfucka tried to rape me!”

  Steve yanked Natasha toward the door. “Yeah, yeah I know... You’re not a prostitute. You’re an innocent victim.” The comment was laced with feigned sarcasm. “You’re under arrest for prostitution.” Steve said while dragging her from the room.

  He dragged her down the stairs and through the house. Natasha noticed that there were uniformed officers present to secure the scene. She saw a guy that she recognized from the academy. When he spotted Natasha, his eyes widened with desire. Then he quickly looked away.

  Men were cuffed and on their knees while half–naked women were cuffed and placed against a wall. Steve led Natasha across the room and placed her against the wall with the others. He walked away and helped the other officers secure the scene. They searched everyone before leading them out of the house.

  Natasha’s would-be rapist was led through the house by Deon. He was cuffed behind his back and his entire face was covered in blood. He could barely walk on his own. Deon tossed him, face first, on the floor and he landed in a loud thud. Deon turned to walk away, but when he spotted a half–naked Natasha, his eyes widened in lust and his steps faltered. He tripped over the dark–skinned man and landed on all fours. Natasha suppressed a laugh, but the others didn’t.

  Someone yelled from across the room. “Clumsy ass cop!”

  The entire room, including the other officers, erupted in laughter.

  Deon’s face reflected his embarrassment, but he laughed at himself as he hopped up, dusting off his pants.

  CHAPTER 10

  GIANNI

  Gianni walked through the lobby of his building. He had just dropped Selange at her place. He was still unable to convince the woman that just because he thought of Natasha constantly, it didn’t mean that he was falling for her. Selange told him that it sounded more as if he was trying to convince himself than her. He had finally given up by the time they made it to her house, so he drove home in silence.

  He entered the elevator and punched in his security code. As the elevator ascended to the penthouse, it occurred to him that he had a date with Natasha the next day and he didn’t have her address or phone number.

  When the elevator arrived at his penthouse, Gianni stepped off and dug into his pocket for his phone. He walked over to the bar, looking at his watch. It wasn’t too late, just a little after nine, so he dialed Jack’s number and poured himself a drink.

  “Storm.”

  “Hello, Cousin. How’s it going?”

  “All is well, Gianni. Are you still in Chicago?”

  “Jack, do you think I’d leave town without saying goodbye?”

  “Yes,” Jack promptly responded with sarcasm.

  Gianni chucked. “Well, I’m still here. Is Victoria home?”

  “Yes. Why?”

  Gianni ignored the question and asked, “May I speak with her?’

  Yet, Jack insisted, “Why?”

  Gianni huffed and cursed under his breath in French, suddenly irritated. “Quel trou du cul!”

  “I speak French too asshole. Hold on,” Jack chuckled.

  When she answered, Victoria’s voice was laced in curiosity, “Hi, Gianni.”

  Gianni explained to her that he had a date with Natasha the next day, and he forgot to get her phone number. Victoria was hesitant to share Natasha’s personal information, but after more convincing, she finally gave him what he needed. She was almost as protective of her friend as Jack was of her. He also asked Victoria what were some of Natasha’s favorite things such as food, color, and music.

  Gianni ended the call with a promise to come by for lunch, shocking himself of the efforts that he is putting towards pleasing a woman outside of the bedroom.

  *****

  After a relaxing shower, Gianni walked naked from the bathroom and into his bedroom, using a t
owel to dry his hair. He noticed movement in his peripheral. He stopped suddenly and turned to find Coco laying naked in his bed.

  "What the fuck?! How did you get in here?" he asked angrily.

  Coco seemingly unaffected by his anger, smiled at Gianni. "You gave me the elevator code the last time I was here," she explained in French.

  Gianni wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked the corner as he demanded, "Get out."

  Gianni was pissed that she had taken it upon herself to break into his home.

  "Giaaanniii,” she sang in an annoying croon as she opened her legs. “You know you want this."

  Coco threw her head back and began to rub her hairless pussy. She moaned seductively, and Gianni almost forgot how angry he was.

  Almost.

  Gianni spotted Coco's clothing on a chair in the corner of his bedroom. He walked over to the chair, snatched her belongings, and tossed them at her. "Get out! And if you ever show up uninvited again, you'll find yourself in jail and out of a job."

  Gianni watched sternly as she dressed, and when she was done, he escorted her to the elevator. Immediately after the doors closed, he walked over to the bar and grabbed his phone. Gianni called down to security and instructed them to make sure that Coco exited the building. He also informed them that he'd be changing his security code- immediately.

  Gianni poured himself another drink and vowed to never give another woman his security code.

  NATASHA

  “This is where you’ll get all the intel. Ask questions.” Sgt. Banner whispered into Natasha’s ear as he loaded her into the paddy–wagon with the rest of the girls. He slammed her down on the ice cold bench and lowered a steel bar over their laps. Once the bar locked in place, Sgt. Banner stepped backward out of the wagon and slammed the door. Natasha rolled her eyes. She could swear that her sergeant derived great pleasure from treating her like a criminal. And she was willing to bet that he was drunk. She heard the latch click on the other side of the door, and she no longer felt like a cop. She rode in silence and listened to the conversations of the other women in the wagon.

  Natasha looked over at Tammy, who was watching her intently. Tammy offered

  Natasha a sad smile and mouthed, “It’ll be ok.”

  A few minutes later, the wagon came to a stop, and Natasha heard the latch being turned. The doors flew open, and Steve appeared. The ladies filed out one by one. Natasha looked up to discover that they were at the prisoner entrance of Central Detention.

  The ladies were paraded through the lock–up and into the processing room, where they were handcuffed to a bench. Although no one burned her cover, she saw the curious glares that she received from the officers in the building. The male officers, even some female officers, openly stared at her body. Natasha had been on the opposite side of the arrest process hundreds of times, but now she was experiencing it from the other side of the cage.

  Tammy yelled at Deon. “Officer!”

  Deon walked over to the bench, where they’d been placed, and Natasha noticed a few ladies staring at him with lustfully.

  “Yes?”

  “Officer, can you please write my number down and give it to her.” Tammy said, pointing at Natasha.

  Deon took out his pen and grabbed a piece of paper from a nearby desk. Tammy rattled off her number while Deon wrote. He handed the paper to Natasha and told her to hold on to it and that it would be placed with her property after she was processed.

  “Thank you, officer,” Tammy said flirtatiously.

  Deon smiled and walked away.

  Tammy turned back to Natasha. “Don’t worry, this shit is a misdemeanor. If you don’t have any warrants, you’ll get an I–Bond. You don’t have to pay for them. Call me when you

  get out.”

  Natasha nodded thinking how Tammy seemed really sweet.

  Too bad she was just a means to an end.

  CHAPTER 11

  VICTORIA

  It was early Saturday afternoon, and Victoria was relieved when Natasha finally called. Deon had called earlier, and after going on and on about how incredibly hot Natasha looked last night, he finally told her that Natasha, in order to preserve her undercover status, had spent most of the night in lockup. Even though Victoria had been there, she knew that it wasn’t easy.

  Victoria laughed inwardly as she remembered her conversation with Natasha earlier that morning. Victoria thought that Natasha seemed more afraid of dinner with Gianni than being locked up with criminals all night. Although he was a gorgeous, wealthy, and obviously interested relative of her husband, Victoria was still very protective of her shy friend. She had already crossed the line by giving Gianni Tasha’s personal information, but Victoria decided that her friend needed a little fun in her life.

  Natasha decided to get ready for her date with Gianni at Victoria’s house. She said that it was her way of killing two birds with one stone. Natasha could get ready for her date and see Jasmine at the same time. But deep down Victoria knew that Natasha wasn’t comfortable enough to let Gianni know where she lived. But if Natasha knew what Victoria knew, she would’ve already assumed that Gianni already knew everything that he needed to know about her. Victoria decided not to educate Natasha on being the fixation of a rich man.

  Truth be told, in Victoria’s opinion, Gianni was just the “bad boy” that Natasha needed in her life. She was so guarded and closed off to everyone. Victoria looked passed the shy quiet woman that was forced out of her unit for defending herself; The shy quiet woman that covered herself in oversized clothing so that she could go unnoticed; The shy quiet woman that put several bullets in Victoria’s capture, saving her life.

  She saw a lioness.

  Victoria and Natasha had bonded in a way that only two people whose lives were in each other’s hands could. Victoria owed every happy moment that she had with Jack and Jasmine to Natasha, and she intended on paying her debt. Their friendship, in Victoria’s eyes, would never be compromised. Natasha arrived around three o’clock, and Jack and Victoria greeted her from the porch. She was carrying a garment bag in one hand, a backpack slung over her shoulder, and a huge Dora the Explorer stuffed doll. Jack rushed down the steps to help. He kissed Natasha’s cheek and grabbed her bags, leaving her with the gigantic Dora.

  Victoria placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Tash, what the hell is Jasmine gonna do with that? It’s bigger than she is.”

  “What? Isn’t her room decorated in a Dora theme?” Natasha asked.

  “Um, no. Her room, which she’s never in any way, is decorated with an Odette theme.”

  Natasha squinted, trying to remember Odette.

  “Oooh! The black princess from Princess and the Frog, right?”

  Victoria shook her head as if Natasha should know better. “Yep.”

  Natasha shrugged and walked up the steps. She shifted the stuffed doll to her hip and hugged Victoria.

  “Oh well. A little diversity won’t hurt. I’m just giving Lil’ Mama a little bit of her Hispanic heritage,” Natasha replied with a giggle.

  Victoria narrowed her eyes at Natasha and feigned irritation. “Seriously, girl? Dora is Mexican. I’m part Dominican.”

  “Same thing,” Natasha mumbled under her breath before shoving Dora into Victoria’s arms and leaving her on the porch. Victoria laughed out loud and followed her into the house.

  Jack stood in the foyer with Jasmine in his arms. His brow furrowed at the high pitched screaming coming from his baby. Victoria couldn’t help but notice how tiny Jasmine was next to Jack’s big body.

  Victoria’s breasts were painfully engorged, so she assumed that it must have been time to feed Jasmine. Victoria walked over and looked down at her baby girl. Her face had turned beet red, and her mouth was as wide as it could get as she continued to wail. Jack looked from Jasmine to Victoria and laughed.

  Victoria looked up him with confusion. “What?”

  “She looks so much like you when she’s screaming like this,” he said w
ith a laugh.

  Victoria could hear Natasha failing to hold back a laugh herself.

  “Shut up! Gimme my baby!”

  NATASHA

  Natasha had enjoyed spending the afternoon with Jack and Victoria. They had lunch while Natasha filled them in on the details of her night in jail. Victoria reminisced about her time in a slingshot while Jack and Victoria doted on Jasmine. And even though she’d never have children of her own, bearing witness to the love they that had for one another gave Natasha hope of someday finding love.

  Natasha relaxed in the luxurious tub in the ensuite bathroom of one of Victoria’s guest rooms. When she opened the jets, it was confirmed, getting ready for her date at Jack and Victoria’s was a great idea. The bathroom was the size of Natasha’s bedroom and decorated in hues of gold and warm browns accented with tiny hints of red.

  As she soaked, Natasha thought of Gianni and the way he commanded her body with

  absolutely no resistance from her. For Natasha, it hadn’t gone unnoticed that she was entranced every time he was near. Tonight, Natasha planned to keep her raging unfulfilled sexual desires in check.

  Since she was running out of time, Natasha forced herself from the indulgent tub. She dried off and wrapped herself in the softest bath towel that had ever touched her body. She walked into the bedroom and looked down at the white blouse and blue skirt that she’d spread out on the bed. Natasha had strategically chosen a white blouse because she was told that white complimented her bronze skin.

  An hour later, Natasha walked into the family room.

  “Well?” She asked as she turned around with her arms spread.

  Jack and Victoria looked up.

  And then there was silence.