Master of Secrets

by Sienna Snow

“Did you fight?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “Learn from my mistakes. Resisting isn’t worth weeks of unbearable pain.”

  “Does he still punish you?”

  “Rarely. Now it’s more for pleasure.” Her response had a tinge of sadness.

  Before I could respond, her phone beeped. She pulled it from the pocket of her pants.

  “Mr. Bonaparte is on his way.”

  “Wait. What about the other harem women?”

  “There is nothing to worry about; they know their place.”

  “Won’t they question my sudden appearance?”

  “Even if they are curious about you, they will keep their mouths shut. They chose this life and know if they displease Master Trevolo, every ounce of luxury ends.”

  “So they’ll pretend I’m one of them?”

  “Yes.”

  “And the others?” I probed. “I can’t be the only one here against my will like this.”

  She opened her mouth to respond but then shut it.

  After a few seconds, she said, “The only person you need to worry about is you. As I said earlier, never let anyone know you are here other than by your choice.”

  She offered me her hands to help me up. She lifted a long-sleeved sheer gown from a nearby hanger and helped me slip it on. After lighting a series of candles around the room, she went to the balcony doors, opening them to let in the sound of the ocean.

  If this were a different situation, I’d almost think the setting was romantic, with the breeze moving the lightweight curtains and the glow of the many tea lights around the room.

  “Pleasing him is your priority. He will treat you like a treasure as long as you do as he says. I will come to you in the morning.”

  Ele moved to the door, leaving me inside the opulent room to wait for Adrian.

  Chapter Five

  Adrian

  * * *

  I entered the bridal suite to find Ana sitting in the center of a giant four-poster bed.

  God, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The glow of the candlelight around her made her look otherworldly.

  Her head was bowed, and her long black hair was damp and cascading down her back. She wore an almost see-through gown of ivory, giving her a virginal aura.

  She lifted her face, hitting me with the impact of those amber eyes of hers. They were no longer glazed with pain or drugs. The bruising on the side of her face was more evident than before, but it didn’t detract from her beauty. It made her look more fragile, breakable.

  I wanted to wrap her in my arms and take her away, pretend these five years had never happened. Ana brought out a protective streak in me that I’d never experienced with any other woman. I’d had female partners before and had no problems watching their back and trusting them to watch mine. I’d always believed women in the agency were as good and sometimes better than the men. They had less egos and because of the bureaucracy of the system, more to prove.

  But with Anaya Anthony, my inner caveman wanted to come out, take her away, hide her, protect her. It wouldn’t matter that she was strong or deserved the chance to protect herself.

  She was mine. Always had been and always would be. Being apart hadn’t changed it.

  She watched me as I closed the door, locking it behind me, and walked toward her. She remained quiet, waiting to see what I’d do.

  I unbuttoned and shrugged off my shirt, throwing it on a nearby chair.

  Her breath hitched. I glanced down and I knew she was studying the tattoos covering most of the left side of my body, from my shoulder, down my ribs, to my waist.

  If she examined the patterns close enough, she’d see the scars hidden underneath, ones I’d received less than a month after breaking things off with her, ones that made me positive at the time that I’d done the right thing.

  I stopped at the foot of the bed. “You’re mine now.”

  She continued to gaze at me, not saying a word.

  “Come here.”

  She hesitated then crawled to where I stood, and then sat back on her knees, hands resting on her thighs, and head bowed.

  My cock jumped.

  Fuck. This was my fantasy come to life. If only it was in another place, another time.

  “Look at me.” When she followed my command, I said, “Everything you knew is gone. I won’t hurt you, Anastasia, unless you force me to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice raspy.

  I sat down, patting my lap. She didn’t move. I repeated the motion and waited. After a few seconds, Ana shifted to straddle me with her thighs, pooling her gown around us and setting her hands on my bare shoulders. I knew she felt my erection against her naked pussy, but I couldn't help it. I was always rock hard whenever she was near me.

  My hands gripped her waist and we stared at each other. Then her eyes looked at various points in the room.

  I nodded.

  She was as aware of the cameras as I was. Trevolo liked to record the first encounters with his buyers and the slaves purchased. It was his version of live-action porn. At a price of twenty million, I knew it was too much to expect for Trevolo to garner me some privacy.

  I hated the shithead, but getting Ana out of here was the priority, and to do that, I had to play the game. We had to play the game. And if we survived, I was going to take great pleasure in killing the bastard.

  Leaning toward her ear, I bit her lobe and then whispered so only she could hear, “I’ve disabled the audio, but we have to still be careful.”

  Her fingers tightened on my shoulders as she released a relieved breath.

  “This isn’t how I wanted it between us, but we don’t have a choice,” I murmured. “I won’t be like before. I’ll expect things of you. Make you do things… I can’t be gentle.”

  She paused my words with her quiet, almost inaudible response. “Was it ever gentle between us?”

  She was right. Our sexual encounters had always had a mix of domination and submission. It had come naturally to us. It was as if we read each other’s needs without vocalizing what they were. We’d experimented and done almost everything imaginable between a couple.

  “They gave me your report. How long has it been, Ana?”

  She dropped her face, looking away. She knew what I was asking.

  I tilted her chin back up with a finger. “I asked you a question.”

  “Five years.” Her lips trembled and I knew what she’d left out: “With you.”

  A fist gripped my heart and squeezed.

  She hadn’t been with anyone since a week after that fateful night in a Las Vegas chapel.

  I had so many questions, most of all why, but they’d have to wait until we moved to my bungalow on the shore. The one place on the island without surveillance. That would be at least a week from now.

  As if feeling the intensity of what she’d admitted, her eyes filled with tears.

  I cupped her jaw, rubbing my thumb over her lower lip. Her breathing grew unsteady and her nails dug into my skin.

  I leaned down to take her mouth but stopped the second the sound of a camera moving reached my ears.

  Motherfucker was watching us live. The anger I had boiling inside me felt as if it would erupt. I knew anything Ana and I did in this house would be viewable, but I hadn’t realized how much of a visceral reaction I’d have knowing anyone would see Ana the way I saw her.

  I glared up at the camera, ready to walk out of the room and give the bastard a piece of my mind. I shifted my hands to lift Ana off me; however, before I could move, Ana spoke, drawing my attention away from the camera.

  “Ele said I had to please you or…” She trailed off, giving me a hint of fear. “Let me please you.”

  The plea in her gaze got me to focus. I am here for a reason, to get Ana out of here and finish the mission.

  I was Julian, not Adrian, and she was Anastasia, not Anaya.

  God, she deserved so much better than this.

  I gripped her nape
and said, “You want to please me?”

  “Yes.” Her voice quivered, in a way that wasn’t just for show.

  It didn’t matter that we were in a fucked-up situation or that it was a job, nothing between us was ever just business. She knew it as much as I did.

  I drew her forward and covered her mouth with mine.

  My kiss was bruising, filled with anger, passion, and need. Need for the woman I’d lost so long ago, need for the life we couldn’t have because of our ages and our dreams, and most of all, need for the love of the only being who ever held my heart.

  “You fucking taste incredible.” I deepened the embrace, pushing my tongue past her lips. She gave a cry of protest before giving in.

  Only to bite my lip, surprising the fuck out of me.

  “What the fuck was that for?” I grabbed her jaw, squeezing it tight, probably tighter than I needed to.

  Her fingers gripped my wrist and her eyes dilated as a slight whimper escaped her lips and her breath came out in short pants.

  God, how could I forget? She loved it when I was rough, giving her that slight bite of pain.

  “Behave.” I gritted my teeth, feeling the slick heat of her pussy dampening my fabric-covered, straining cock.

  Her pleasure, her need, her arousal were supposed to be private, for me only. Not for a fucking camera or the pervert who was watching us.

  With anyone else I wouldn’t have thought twice. They would have been a job, but she was anything but.

  “Do you understand?” I loosened my hold on her jaw long enough to gain her agreement, then I took her lips again. I plundered her mouth, gorging, losing myself in the incredible taste of her lips.

  Breaking our kiss, I stared at her, gasping for air.

  “I want you naked.” Releasing her face, I reached down, grabbed the hem of her gown, and tossed it over her head and onto the floor.

  Her skin was a light golden hue marred by too many bruises to count. Then I noticed two small, jagged, uneven scars, one on her shoulder and another near her lower ribs. Both had the distinct markings of emergency surgery. They were old, healed, and had a story.

  Were they bullet wounds or something else?

  “You will be telling me all about those.” I couldn’t hide the demand of my tone.

  Her fingers trailed over the scars under my tattoos. She didn’t have to say it for me to hear, “Ditto.”

  Her light touch over the sensitive skin had goosebumps running down my spine.

  I slid my palms over her breasts, squeezing, kneading the full round mounds. Ana had always had the most perfect breasts.

  I kissed down her neck, supporting her back as I tilted her until I could suck the puckered and straining bud of her nipple into my mouth. I licked, lapped, teased.

  God, I missed touching her.

  “Ohh,” she cried out as I bit her sensitive nub before blowing on it and moving to the other breast.

  She held on to my forearms, arching into the caress of my lips and tongue. My cock was on the verge of exploding. Her little shifts matched with her moans were driving me insane.

  She was always a fucking goddess when she was lost in need.

  I’d have to bury my cock in her soon. It had been so long. I’d go slow another time, when I could worship her the way she deserved, when we were alone in my bungalow and no cameras were present.

  I tugged her toward me, standing up and sliding her down my body until her feet touched the floor.

  We were both breathing heavily.

  “Undress me.”

  She hesitated, holding her fists closed by her sides.

  “I gave you an order.”

  She remained still and just when I thought I’d have to do something to discipline her, she reached for the belt at my waist, tugging the leather open, unbuttoning and pushing down my slacks, and freeing my cock. I stepped out of my pants, shoving them to the side with a foot.

  She stared down at the engorged head of my erection, her breath grew heavy, and any pretense of not wanting me seemed to vanish from her demeanor. She’d always had a fascination with my cock, enjoying sucking me off as much as I had.

  She licked her lips. Precum wept from the tip, and it would only get worse if she kept looking at me with hunger. I’d spent so many nights dreaming about feeling the heat of her mouth on me, of her working me, hitting the back of her throat with my thrusts, of her swallowing everything I gave her.

  “Kneel down and lick it.”

  Her eyes shifted to the camera for a brief moment and then she inhaled deep, dropping to the floor.

  Her fingers gingerly touched my hips as she moved forward and ran her tongue up the dripping slit on the tip of my cock.

  Fuck. That felt good.

  Before I could tell her to do anything else, she engulfed my length into her heated, wet mouth. I grabbed her head in a tight hold and forced her forward to take all of me.

  She gagged, not expecting the move. I pulled out and brought her forward again, chuckling as she choked again, playing into my bastard role.

  I hated treating her like this, but I had no choice.

  “Too much for you, little dove? Better get used to it. I plan to fuck your mouth often and I expect you to take all of me.”

  This time as I brought her forward, she swallowed, opening the back of her throat to accommodate me, breathing through her nose.

  “Ahh. Good girl. You’re learning.” I let her suck me a few more times before jerking her back by her hair. “As much as I want to shoot down your throat, tonight I want to come in that pussy. Soon it’s going to curve to the shape of my dick.”

  She gazed up at me through tear-soaked lashes, lips swollen, mouth dripping with saliva, and skin flushed.

  “Come here. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock.”

  Releasing her hair, I sat on the bed. She tried to pull away, but I tugged her toward me, forcing her thighs apart to straddle my hips. Arousal smeared the skin of her inner thighs and the little pearl of her clit poked out from between her pussy lips.

  God. Pretending that she didn’t want me got her off. I was going to die before this night was out.

  My cock strained upward, and I resisted the urge to slam up into her. I grabbed the base, sliding my palm up and down and then twirling the head of my dick through her soaked slit, coating it with her arousal.

  I positioned myself at the entrance to her core, eagerly waiting for the ecstasy of her body to surround me.

  “Take me inside you, Ana.”

  She held her dripping pussy rigid over my straining cock, desire mixed with worry clouding her fiery depths.

  “What is it?” I couldn't help the harshness of my response. I was on the edge.

  “I missed my Depo shot. I could get…” She trailed off.

  Fisting her hair, I jerked her face toward me as my other hand released my cock and gripped her hip. “There are no other options. You’re my bride.”

  Desire cooled from her amber gaze. “You can’t change your mind once it happens.”

  She may have whispered those words, but she couldn’t hide the pain from the past lacing them. I wished I could take it away, but I’d had no choice at the time. Maybe if we survived this, then she’d understand the reason our lives had to go the way they did.

  “You’re mine. You were born mine. Whatever happens, it was meant to be.” With those last words, I thrust up and simultaneously pulled her onto me.

  She cried out at the invasion as I groaned in bliss.

  God, she felt incredible. She was so tight. Her small, slick cunt wrapped around me like a fist.

  Five fucking years, I’d waited for her.

  I resisted the urge to flip her on her back and rut into her like a madman. We’d always used protection in the past, not wanting to risk anything while we were still in college. Going bare was like a piece of heaven on earth.

  After a few seconds, her pussy relaxed its hold on my cock, getting used to my girth.

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p; She released a slight whimper, reminding me of our first time together.

  The vision of that long-ago night flashed in my head. Before our elopement, before the job with the CIA, or Ana’s internship. It was the summer after my senior year and her sophomore year at the University of Nevada-Las Vegas. We’d been seeing each other in secret for nearly a year, knowing our families would flip if they ever found out.

  Outside of the fact we were so young and in such a serious relationship, Ana’s brothers had just learned Ana was their half sister, and Penny and I were dealing with the craziness following my mother’s arrest for too many crimes to even think about. Ana and I had found comfort in each other’s arms, something I treasured to this day.

  Her pussy relaxed, and she shifted from side to side, making me grit my teeth.

  “Oh.” She rose up and lowered with small shallow movements, her pussy sucking me in further and further.

  She was going to kill me. I had to maintain control.

  “Hold your arms at the base of your back and ride me.”

  Her lips parted as if to argue, but then she conceded. I gripped her neck as she lifted up and then slid down my cock. Her movements were slow and controlled. That was until my thumb grazed her clit.

  She bucked at the first touch and cried out, “It’s too much. I can’t.”

  “I will tell you when it is too much.”

  Her face was a play of anguish and pleasure as she lifted again. This wasn’t something she hadn’t experienced with me before. Though it was night-and-day gentler than what my reputation was with Trevolo. Soon I’d have to use her, fuck her, and share her, all in the hopes of getting off this island with her.

  She wasn’t ready for the world she belonged to now.

  “Do I make myself clear?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good. Now I want to fuck.”

  She rode me, hypnotizing me with the sway of her breasts and the slight way her lips parted as I filled her with each downward glide.

  Her pussy quickened and my dick was flooded with her desire. I continued to torment her aching clit with light grazes, circles, and flicks.

  “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” She threw her head back, biting her bottom lip and squeezing her eyes tight.