Corporate Plaything (10 page)

He licked the side of her jaw. “Fuck you like this?” He pounded her with urgent, rough strokes.

Anna mewled, closing her eyes. Pleasure exploded in her depths. She writhed, her handcuffs clashing against each other and the metal edge digging in her wrists, making her feel helpless. She was totally at Justin’s mercy if he wanted to fuck her as fast as he wanted, as hard as he wanted, right here, right now. He had barely moved a dozen strokes but she felt as if she was ready to burst with her orgasm.

“How do you like it, babe? Faster?” Justin picked up his pace. “Just like Karl? Kikuri seems to love it when he fucks her hard.”

Anna opened up her eyes and saw the blond man pummelling against Kikuri like a maniac. Kikuri braced herself, stilled, surrendering to the onslaughts. Kikuri’s other lover, the tattooed man halted her and slipped behind her. He spread Kikuri’s ass cheeks and plunged into her nether orifice.

Anna shivered. The memory of Justin and Matt taking her in Matt’s office replayed before her eyes. That little nooner was the most intense sexual experience she had ever felt in life. She wondered if Kikuri also felt the same way. The siren thrashed and urged her lovers to take her harder. Kikuri looked ravenous.

Like Anna herself.

She clung onto the cuffs. Full-blown ecstasy consumed her whole as Justin fucked her as if he would die if he didn’t.

Kikuri reached for her other lover, who had been silent all this time, urging him in Japanese. He rose from the edge of the bed and proffered his cock for Kikuri to suck. She took him greedily.

Anna shivered as the other part of her brain that was still capable of some coherent thoughts started to understand what Justin was trying to show her. He and his brothers loved to share their woman. Intimately. Would that strengthen their bonds? Their pleasure? She was curious.

Justin gripped her waist and fucked her until Anna felt she couldn’t take it anymore. “Watch her,” he told Anna in a guttural voice. “She loves it. You know she does. My brothers and I want to give you that ultimate pleasure as well.”

God, so tempting
. Anna stifled a cry. She was ready to burst.

“What do you think, Anna? Are you ready for that?”

“Y-yes.”

Justin let out a pleased sound. “Make you mine. Ours. Forever.”

The declaration struck her rather odd considering she was only their contract fuck doll. A blistering orgasm ambushed her before she could think further. Fireworks burst before her eyes. She soared to the sky. Free.

To wonderland.

When she returned to reality, she found Justin nuzzling behind her ear and cooing endearments. He hadn’t come yet. His cock was still hard inside her.

He released her from the cuffs and laid her on the bed. He crawled on top of her and wound his fingers through hers, kissing her passionately while Kikuri and her lovers still fucked one another’s brains out.

Later on, when Kikuri finished, Justin sent them out so he and Anna could have the bed for themselves. Anna was still afterglowing when Justin showed her a bundle of hemp ropes.

“Ever try
kinbaku
?” he asked nonchalantly.

“What is that?”

Justin flashed his signature wolfish smile. “You’ll see.”

Anna mourned in silence. Yes, he was kinky to the bone.

Chapter Five

Anna shielded her eyes from the sky-blinding sun of St. Croix and inhaled a lungful of fresh island air. For a moment, her woes were forgotten. The spectacular scenery had taken her mind away from the problems that exhausted her emotionally. With each passing day, guilt devoured her from the inside.

She’d promised she wouldn’t fall for the Martel brothers, but she found herself doing just the exact opposite. Even though they were technically her bosses, they were perfect lovers. Too perfect, in fact. They were everything a woman could want in a man. Matt with his dominant, warrior persona that had awakened her inner submissive. Justin, who made her feel secure and protected when he wasn’t being mischievous. And Raphael…Anna sighed. That man could drive a woman into perpetual horniness.

Ralph was one of those rare people with a sexual allure so potent they attracted the opposite sex like moths to flames. From the way he talked, his body language, everything he did filled her mind with dirty thoughts. And he hadn’t even fucked her yet. All Raphael did during the flight was cuddle.

Anna started questioning her sanity. Could she really repay him and his brothers’ kindness with treachery? She wasn’t cut out to be a spy. The guilt trip was too much to bear.

The sand felt warm on her feet. Anna stepped into the water and let the small tides lick her wet.
Paradise
. She drew another deep breath and closed her eyes, deeply wishing she could enjoy all of this without being consumed by her guilt.

“Anna…”

She startled and opened her eyes.

Ralph kissed her cheek and curled an arm around her waist. “Like the place?” he asked.

“It’s amazing.”

He’d brought her to the Martels’ private estate on the north shore of Cane Bay. The villa was situated on secluded land that used to be a plantation. Trees surrounded them as far as the eyes could see. Green. Quiet. Serene. The beach was within walking distance of the villa, accessible through a winding stone path. Ralph had told her he and his brothers bought the place for an occasional escape from their busy life. The place was a perfect retreat.

Ralph tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His sparkling azure eyes that rivalled the colour of the sea drowned her in adoration. “Hungry?”

“Getting there.” Anna couldn’t get over admiring Ralph’s captivating gaze. Now that she thought about it, she’d never seen Justin and Raphael take off their contact lenses. She peered closer.

“What’s the matter?”

“Are you wearing contacts?”

He laughed. “No. Who told you that?”

“Marian Bancroft’s secretary. She said it’s for publicity purposes.”

“Hmm. Justin must’ve told them that.”

“Why?”

“Mostly to avoid too many questions. Identical triplets aren’t supposed to have different colour eyes, right?”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Well, mine are blue because I’m gifted with
narias
.”

“
Narias
? What is that?”

“It’s equivalent to a healer of my people.”

“Ah. Is that a Dutch thing? Defining social status based on the colour of a person’s eyes?”

“Dutch?”

“Justin said you’re from Netherland.”

“Netherworld.”

“That again. I’ve never heard of Netherworld.”

“Of course you haven’t. But we’ll take you there soon. You’ll love it.”

“To Netherworld? Is that near Netherland or something?”

Ralph only smiled.

“Germany? Belgium?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

Anna was still curious. “How about Justin? His eyes are violet.”

“Justin is a
pasraec
.”

“Um. Translation?”

“He was born to rule.”

“Rule? Okay. And Matt?”

“Matt is a
suleeh
. The punisher. He was born to keep law and order.”

Anna wanted to scratch her head again. “No offence, but I’ve never heard something this strange.”

“You’re too cute, Anna. By the way, I’m starving. Want to have lunch now?”

“Yes. Sure.”

The estate staff had packed a picnic lunch in a wicker basket. Ralph chose a shady spot under a tree and spread out the blanket. The wind almost blew the afghan away, but Anna quickly weighed it down with empty conchs she found nearby. She helped Ralph unpack their lunch. The cook had made them delicious-looking sandwiches, salad with island dressing, freshly cut fruits and some desserts. Anna opened the plastic container and let out a gasp when she saw gorgeously decorated cupcakes inside.

“Maya makes killer desserts,” Raphael explained. He plucked a sugared violet topper and popped it into his mouth. “Yummy. Do you know she used to be a pastry chef in Luxor?”

“That hotel in Vegas?”

“Yup. That one.”

“You must’ve paid her an arm and a leg.”

“Not much more than what she made in Vegas. Maya loves it here. It’s like all-year round vacation, she said.”

Anna could see that. If she hadn’t been forced to play spy by the syndicate, she’d love to work here, too. She’d been a city girl all her life. Her father never took her on a vacation, nor could he really afford one. When she grew up, she’d found out why their family had a hard time getting by.

Her mom had racked up an unbelievable debt before she ran off with her lover, leaving her father to shoulder the financial burden. Her father had never complained. He kept everything to himself and continued to provide their little family the best as he could. He’d never been interested in getting remarried. He’d dedicated his life only to her.

Thinking about her father made her restless. When she called him this morning, he’d told her the boss was impatient with her slow progress. Her father had repeatedly asked her to bail out and forget this whole thing. He wanted her to let him face the consequences of the mistake he’d made. Anna simply couldn’t do that. Her father would be incarcerated for the rest of his life. With his declining health, the sentence would rush him into an early grave.

“Hello? Earth to Anna?” Ralph snapped his fingers.

She startled. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re spacing out again. Something on your mind?”

“Nothing, sir.” Anna was flustered. “I’m just thinking about the calories in these cupcakes.”

Ralph gave her a look as if he knew she was fibbing. “Don’t lie me to me, Anna. If you tell me what’s wrong, I might be able to help you.”

A twinge of pain shot up to her heart.
No, you can’t help us. Nobody can. We’ve been royally screwed from here to eternity
. Anna cleared her throat, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill and put on a fake, brave face. “I’m fine, sir. Really.”

Ralph watched her hard, then shook his head. “Stubborn girl. You tell me when you’re ready. Now, let’s eat.”

Anna ate the lunch with gusto, putting on a show that she was fine. She tried not to think about anything else at the moment, she was afraid her façade would break apart. The Martels must never find out who she really was and she must do everything she could to save her father.

She felt stuffed when they finished eating. Sleepy, too. The combination between a full stomach and the ocean breeze made her want to doze off. Ralph had told her there would be no work while they were in St. Croix. He just wanted her companionship. She wondered if he would mind if she asked for a few hours off to catch a nap. She needed a clear head to think about what she should do next. She wasn’t getting anywhere with the secret formula, and in the meantime, the syndicate was bullying her father.

“What is that?” Ralph pointed to the book that peeked out from her tote bag. “A romance novel?” He grabbed it and ogled the risqué cover.

“Oh, that. I got it at the gift shop. I figured I’d do some reading while we’re here.”

Ralph grinned from ear to ear as he leafed through the pages. “An erotic book? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You’re a naughty girl, Anna.”

“Erotic? That’s supposed to be a romance novel.”

“Uh, huh. I see a cock and a pussy doing the horizontal hula hoop on page five.”

Shit
. Anna tried to grab the book but Ralph lifted it away from her reach.

“Shh. It’s actually pretty hot.” Ralph skimmed a few more pages then shoved the book into her hand. “Read it for me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Read the hot part.”

Anna felt bewildered. “Why?”

Ralph pecked a kiss on her lips. “Maybe we can re-enact the hot scene.”

Suddenly, she didn’t feel sleepy anymore. “I…um…”

“Read it. That’s an order.”

Order. Why, of course
. Half-heartedly, Anna opened up the book, trying to find the part he mentioned. She regretted buying it. She hadn’t been paying attention to what kind of novel she’d picked when she did the impulse shopping. She’d just wanted some reading material.

Raphael tossed the remainder of their lunch into the basket and snuggled behind her. Her heart beat faster when he slipped a hand under her sundress, groping her thigh. She moistened. Anna cursed in silence. She shouldn’t be this horny when she had so much on her mind.

“Go on,” he urged. His lips were a hairsbreadth away from her ear and his hot breath seared her nape, causing delicious shivers to travel down her spine. “I’m ready for my bedtime story.”

Anna gave him a wary look. “It’s noon. Don’t you think it’s too early?”

“Don’t try to change the subject. I’ve been dying to spend some quality, intimate time with you.”

He had?

“How did you like my brothers?” Ralph nuzzled behind her ear. “They are good at bed-sports, aren’t they?”

Good? No kidding
. She’d had more orgasms in the past week than she’d had in her lifetime. Anna stifled a breath when his naughty hand found its way to the juncture of her thighs.

He cupped her mound, feeling her pussy. Raphael let out a delighted purr when he found her damp. “Go on. Read it. Page five. I saw some hot action in there.”

She gulped hard. Her hand trembled as she skimmed through the pages to find the part he wanted. Anna read the passage. Her cheeks flushed hot.
Goodness. Who wrote this book?
She’d thought this one was going to be one of those sanitised versions of the bodice ripper romance. Well, she should’ve guessed. When the author put ‘Chloe’s Submission’ in the title, she should have expected some kinks thrown in the mixture.

“Anna.”

“Sorry.” She cleared her throat again. This was getting ridiculous. “Lady Chloe Fareweather felt the heat slowly surge from her depths as Master Wren ordered her to shed the last garment that clung on her fevered, willing body.”
Good lord. Who wrote this freaking book again?
Anna did a double-take at the cover. She didn’t recognise the name of the author.
Figures.

“Go on. I heard somebody’s getting naked and willing. So far, so good.”

Anna rolled her eyes.
Men.
She continued, “The savage need within her flared without control. Burning. As she slipped her knickers down her ankles, she became aware that her nipples had hardened, throbbing in cadence with her desire.”