Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (3 page)

GIANNI

Gianni walked into his downtown penthouse apartment. He was
expecting a visit from the new flight attendant that his cousin, Luca, hired
for their company jet. Coco was the dark haired Parisian beauty that served him
drinks
and more
during his flight to Chicago.

Though Gianni was looking forward to
her visit, he couldn’t get the shy innocent beauty, with the fire behind her
eyes, out of his head. He was unable to erase the memories of her dark skin,
chestnut eyes, and full lips. He also noticed that Natasha attempted to hide
her beautiful body behind oversized clothing. Yet, the huge sweatshirt that she
wore couldn’t mask her ample sized tits, nor the curve of her hips. Even
though, professionally, she held a position of authority, Gianni couldn’t wait
to make her submit.

He was feeling the beginnings of a
hard–on. Not for his expected guest, but for Natasha. When Coco finally
arrived, he tried to divert his thoughts. She came exactly as he instructed; in
a black corset with garters and no panties. She hid her nakedness under a
trench coat. It was cliché but effective.

He let Coco in, walked across his
penthouse, and flopped down on the sofa. Coco dropped her coat and stood naked.
She walked over and dropped to the floor in front of Gianni.

When she reached for his zipper,
Gianni grabbed her hand. Coco looked up at him with confusion. Gianni took a
deep breath and exhaled with breath full of reluctance. Natasha was so heavy on
his mind that this woman on her knees before him was not alluring to him. His
dick was soft, when before she arrived, it was hard enough to cause countless
orgasms in the mirage of Natasha that was before his eyes.

“This isn’t a good idea. I’ll see you
on the jet.”

Normally, Gianni would never leave a
submissive unsatisfied, but he couldn’t think straight. He had Natasha on the
brain. Gianni knew that she was disappointed when she turned, retrieved her
coat, and walked towards the front door without saying a word. Gianni was so
taken aback by his fascination with Natasha that he didn’t bother seeing the
flight attendant out. As he heard the door shut, he relaxed his eyes for a few
minutes before rising from the sofa and heading to the shower. He couldn’t
believe that he was still thinking of her, so he decided that he had no other
choice than to seduce Natasha Walker.

NATASHA

“That’s great Vic! I know that Jack can’t wait to get home,”
Natasha said into the phone.

“Girl, yes. He’s been bugging the
shit outta his doctor to release him all week. I think the doctor just gave in
to get rid of his bossy ass,” Victoria giggled on the other end.

“I’ll bet. Are you gonna need help at
the house?”

She was worried that helping Jack get
around while eight months pregnant might be too much for Victoria.

“Nah. We hired a nurse, but I don’t
think we’re gonna need her. Jack’s getting around really well.”

Natasha could hear the joy in
Victoria’s voice.

“Oh, that’s wonderful. You guys have
been through so much. I’m glad it’s over,” Natasha said with sincerity. 

“Oh God, me too. I just want my man
home. So that we can live a normal life,” Victoria sighed.

“I know, and you will Vic.”

“So what are you doing tonight?”
Victoria asked changing the subject.

“Well, Malik and I are going to The
Red Zone tonight. He’s in a dancing mood.”

Natasha knew that her voice lacked
enthusiasm. She wasn’t a nightclub kind of woman. She preferred listening to
the blues and sipping on whiskey in her favorite hole in the wall, a place where
she didn’t have to get dressed up just to fight off drunk horny ass men.

“Well, try to have fun tonight. You
need a little fun. You’re too young to be so boring,” Victoria giggled.

“Whatever! I gotta go get ready. Tell
Jack that I said hey.”

“Will do. Talk to you later.”

They ended the call and Natasha
headed to her closet to pick out something to wear. She decided on a pretty
green sweater and black slacks. Natasha undressed and readied her shower.

After showering and dressing, she inspected
herself in the full length mirror that was attached to her bathroom door. She
ran her hands down her favorite sweater. Natasha smiled at her reflection and
walked over to the mirror that hung above the bathroom sink. She flat ironed
her hair until it was bone straight and applied some mascara and a little
lip–gloss. She heard a knock, so she slipped on some pretty black heels and
hurried to the door. When she opened the door, Malik stood in her doorway
looking like supermodel, Tyson Beckford, sporting his drop dead gorgeous smile.
He wore a black button up shirt, which clung to his unbelievably muscular
chest, and a pair of True Religion jeans. Malik was a little over six feet and
had a deep bronze complexion. His hair was lined with precision and cut low. He
was truly a gift to a woman’s eyes. Natasha believed that Malik could’ve had
any woman that he wanted had he not been married; to a man.

Malik and his husband, Parker, lived
in the condo directly under Natasha’s. She and Malik had been friends since
high school. They did everything together. He was the brother that she never
had. As a matter of fact, he was the closest thing to family that she had,
considering the way that her aunt had treated her. Natasha was an only child,
and her parents died when she was thirteen. And after their death, she was sent
to be raised by her, unbeknownst to the authorities, drug addicted aunt. Since
Evelyn could never be bothered with her, it was clear that she only took
Natasha in for the insurance money and government checks that she was getting.
When Natasha turned eighteen, and the checks stopped, Evelyn kicked her out
into the streets. She ended up moving in with Malik Harper and his very loving
family. Natasha smiled at her gorgeous best friend, but as soon as he saw
Natasha, his smile fell from his face.

“What?”

He responded, pushing past her to
enter her apartment, “You ain’t wearing that shit!”

“Why? What’s wrong with what I’m
wearing?”

Malik ignored her and walked toward
her bedroom. Natasha followed him and found him rummaging through her closet.
After a few minutes, Malik pulled out a little black dress and held it in front
of Natasha.

“Honey, we ain’t going to church.
Take your auntie’s clothes off.”

Natasha frowned at the dress. It was
actually a dress that she wore doing a hotel prostitution mission.

Malik ignored the look she gave him
and said, “You can keep those shoes. They’re not bad.”

He slung the dress on the bed and
walked out of the bedroom. Natasha stared at the dress for a few seconds before
she started to undress.

An hour later, they were walking into
The Red Zone. Natasha noticed the attention that she was getting from the men
and women alike. She felt as if she was under a microscope. The men were
looking because she couldn’t hide a single curve in the tiny, little, tight as
hell dress that she was wearing. The women were looking because they were
sizing her up to see if they could take Malik from her. Malik grabbed her hand
and led her through the crowd, to the bar. He ordered four shots of Patron and
shot Natasha a mischievous glance.

Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“If you weren’t gay, I’d swear you
were trying to get me drunk so that you could take advantage of me.”

“No, honey, I am trying to get you
drunk, but not to take advantage of you. I wanna get you drunk enough so that I
can pull that stick out of your ass,” he blurted out through laughter.

Natasha quickly turned away from him,
but Malik gently grabbed her face and forced her to look at him.

“Tasha, I’m sorry, baby. I just want
you to have some fun. You’re wound way too tight. I worry about you. Just do me
a favor and let loose tonight,” he said sweetly.

Malik’s voice was filled with
concern. Natasha decided that her friend was right. She did need to loosen up
and have some fun. So when the bartender placed four shot glasses filled with
tequila in front of them, she quickly downed her shots and ordered another
round. Malik smiled and wrapped Natasha in his arms.

“That’s my boo,” he sang.

GIANNI

Gianni stood behind the velvet rope that enclosed the VIP
section in his friend, Geno’s, nightclub and stared at the woman across the
room. Yes, that was definitely Natasha Walker doing shots at the bar. This
Natasha was completely different than the Natasha that he’d met at the hospital.
Her messy ponytail was gone. Her hair hung straight and passed her shoulders.
She had traded in her oversized sweatshirt and jeans for a body-hugging black
dress that clung for dear life to her curvaceous body. At that very moment, his
cock sprung to life. That is until some “pretty boy” pulled her into his arms.
Gianni narrowed his eyes.

He grumbled out loud, “Who is this
motherfucker?”

He turned from the scene in front of
him, walked back to his seat, and poured himself another glass of Hennessy White.
He attempted to focus on the ladies that were sitting in VIP, but not one of
them served as a distraction. His gaze constantly landed on Natasha. He wanted
her more than he should have. Even as a beautiful Asian woman sat on his lap
and attempted to engage him in conversation, his eyes followed Natasha to the
dance floor. He watched her laughing and gyrating with “pretty boy.” He stared
at her ass as it wiggled and her tits bounced as she danced. “Pretty boy’s”
hands were all over Natasha’s body, and he despised it.

           
He wondered,
Am I actually jealous?

Eventually, the pretty woman gave up
on her attempts to capture his attention and abandoned his lap.

Gianni watched as two men approached
Natasha and tried to intrude on her dance.

She smiled, shook her head, and
turned away from the men. One of the intruders must have said something that
pissed her off, because she suddenly stopped dancing and turned back to the
man.

“Pretty boy” grabbed her by the wrist
and attempted to pull her from the dance floor. That’s when one of the assholes
yanked Natasha by her other arm. Gianni jumped from his seat, ready to defend
her, but Natasha hauled off and punched the asshole square in the nose. And
apparently, she had hit him hard enough to drop him to his knees. The asshole’s
friend reached for Natasha, which prompted “pretty boy” to put him in a choke
hold. Natasha was so busy watching “pretty boy” with concern that she didn’t
notice that the guy that she had punched had recovered, and was now on his
feet. Gianni knocked over the pole holding the rope and ran toward Natasha,
causing his friend Geno to jump from his seat. The asshole was practically
snarling at Natasha. He looked down at the blood in his hand and back to her.
Gianni reached him just as he was lunging at Natasha.

NATASHA

Natasha watched as Malik choked one of the assholes into
submission. She thought of jumping in, but Malik clearly didn’t need her
assistance. However, she did want to stop her friend before he killed the guy.
Suddenly, she saw a figure in her peripheral vision flying past her. Natasha
turned in time to see the guy that she punched charging at her. But, before she
could get into a defensive position, a big figure flew past her and punched her
attacker with so much force that he fell flat on his back, taking two innocent
gawkers down with him.

Natasha stared down at the guy
sprawled out on the floor. He was perfectly still. If it weren’t for his chest moving
up and down, she’d swear he was dead. When security finally arrived, they
struggled to peel Malik’s strong arm from the other asshole’s neck. Then they
dragged him and his unconscious buddy from the club.

Natasha turned to see who had come to
her rescue. Her breath hitched as she stared into the gorgeous face of Gianni
Storm. Gianni, still wearing a scowl, turned and walked away. Natasha watched
him in awe, wonder, and disbelief as he returned to the VIP section, sat on a
couch, and sipped his drink.

Natasha was still staring at Gianni
when she heard Malik’s voice. “Gotdamn! He is fine!”

Natasha tore her gaze from Gianni and
turned to Malik. He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the VIP section.

Natasha protested along the way with
a voice laced with panic. “Wait! What are you doing?”

Despite her attempted protest, Malik
continued to pull her toward Gianni.

“You’re going to thank the nice drop
dead gorgeous man for coming to your rescue.”

When they made it to the VIP section,
they were stopped by security. The man was the size of a wall. Malik pointed
toward Gianni. When the security guard looked in Gianni’s direction, he nodded
his approval. The guard allowed their entry. Malik and Natasha walked over and
stood in front of Gianni, who sat casually on a sofa with one leg draped over
the other.

Natasha noticed that Gianni didn’t
seem as friendly as he was at the hospital. He looked down at their intertwined
hands and then back to Natasha. For some reason, she felt as if she were
standing naked in front of him. Malik lightly squeezed Natasha’s hand,
attempting to snap her out her daze.

A slightly startled Natasha finally
spoke first. “Hi, Gianni. Thanks for um... for that.” Gianni nodded without
speaking, so Natasha continued. “This is my friend, Malik.”

Again, Gianni nodded. He was clearly
uninterested in what she was saying and Natasha

was beginning to feel like an idiot, so she turned to walk
away. Malik tugged at her hand to keep her in place.

“Hey, man, you can stop looking at me
like that. I’m no competition to you. As a matter of fact, I’m looking at you
the way you’re looking at her,” Malik chuckled and winked.

Natasha was stunned by Malik’s bold
words, but Gianni’s demeanor instantly changed. He smiled, stood, shook Malik’s
hand, and gestured for them both to have a seat. Natasha had no clue what just
happened.

           
She wondered,
was he jealous?

Gianni and Malik had reached some
sort of understanding. They sat, and after finding out what they were drinking,
Gianni had a bottle of Patron brought to the table. He continued to sip his
White Hennessy as he and Malik drank and engaged in, what seemed like an
interesting conversation. Except Natasha didn’t hear a word that was said,
because she was too captivated by Gianni. And though she didn’t know what they
were actually discussing, Natasha couldn’t help that his strange accent was
causing her to become aroused. In fact, everything about

Gianni Storm caused butterflies in her stomach and a tingling
sensation in between her thighs. She was so busy staring at his gorgeous green
eyes and full lips that she hadn’t noticed Malik calling her name.

“Tash!” He nudged her arm, tearing
her away her from her desire to taste Gianni’s lips.

She was breathless. “Huh? What?”

Natasha realized that she was staring
and, unfortunately, so did Gianni. She quickly looked away from him, to a
grinning Malik.

“Yes?” She answered, hoping that
neither of them would call her on it.

“I was just saying that I’ll be back.
I’m going to the men’s room.”

“Oh ok.”

Natasha was a little nervous to be
left alone with Gianni. And when Malik stood and walked away, Gianni wasted no
time sliding close to Natasha. He flashed a smile that took her breath away.

“Why do you stare at me like that
Natasha?” His voice meant to seduce. “Do you like what you see, Mademoiselle?
Are you having the same fantasies that I am? Fantasies of you beneath me
screaming my name?”

Natasha’s eyes widened at his bold
statement, but she quickly recovered.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked,
“Gianni, why do you feel that it’s ok for you to speak to me like this? Are you
really that arrogant?”

Gianni’s eyes lowered to Natasha’s
lips, and he softly licked his own. “Maybe I am that arrogant. Or, maybe I can
smell your desire for me.”

Natasha had no witty comeback. Shit,
he was right! She did desire him. Nevertheless, she was fully aware that she
was way out of her league with this guy. She also had no intention of being the
next notch on his bedpost.

“Come home with me Natasha,” he
whispered in a deep drawl that made her shiver.

It was a statement, definitely not a
question. For a brief moment, Natasha was seriously considering doing just
that. She needed to get laid, badly.

Loosen up, Natasha. Be bad
, she thought to herself.

But, what came out of her mouth was,
“I’ll pass.”

As she stood to leave, he grabbed her
hand. She felt an instant bolt of electricity pass between them. By the way he
looked at their hands, she was sure that he felt it too. Gianni stood with her.
Since he towered over her, she raised her head to look up to him. He slowly
lowered his face to hers. His masculine scent had her frozen in place as he
moved in closer. Gianni caressed her cheek as he placed his other hand in the
small of her back, and pulled her closer. He gently connected their lips. His
hold on her back tightened and he pulled her even closer to his body. Natasha
couldn’t help the moan that escaped when their tongues touched. Gianni kissed
her sweetly, causing her knees to go weak. He broke the kiss and slowly pulled
away.

They silently stared into each
other’s eyes until Gianni broke the silence by whispering, “I want you so bad.”

Before she could respond, Malik
approached them and cleared his throat, startling

Natasha.

“Um... Thanks for the assistance Mike
Tyson, but we gotta go,” she nervously joked with Gianni.

He asked with a deadly smile, “Are
you running from me Natasha?”

The way he said her name, with that
accent of his, made Natasha moist.

“Yes, Gianni. I’m running from you,”
she answered truthfully, before turning and walking away. She grabbed Malik by
the hand and headed out of the club without looking back.