COWBOY ROMANCE: Justin (Western Contemporary Alpha Male Bride Romance) (The Steele Brothers Book 1) (155 page)

Chapter Three

              Valente left Ashley listening to Caruso and went to the bridge to consult with his captain.  Nilson, the Swede who piloted the yacht, used electronic instruments on his sophisticated control panel to plot and program their new course.

“Skies are clear and the sea is calm, Signore,” Nilson said.  “We should arrive before sunset.”

“Excellent.”  Valente turned to the captain.  “Once we reach the island, I will take the speed boat to shore.  The young lady and I will be spending the night at the house.  Possibly two nights.”

The captain nodded.  “Unless the yacht catches on fire, we will not disturb you, Signore.”

Valente walked back through the lower deck, where Paolo met him.  “Master, there is a call on the satellite phone for you.  It is another of those unhappy cartel villains, I think.  He said if you do not speak to him, this time he will blow up your Ferrari.  Since you lent it to Mistress Chiara . . . .”

“I know.  These people are like the cockroaches, aren’t they, Paolo?”  He changed direction and went into his lounge, where he picked up the phone and pressed the blinking button on the console.  “This is Valente.  I have not changed my mind, and I will not let your people use my ships.  You can blow up my Ferrari.  They are all insured.  Also, since I own twelve, you should bring plenty of explosives.”

“I am glad you find this amusing, Signore,” a cold voice said.  “For we do not.  Laugh at us while you can.”

The line went dead, and Valente switched to another to call his cousin.  “Chiara, don’t use the Ferrari this weekend.  I think the brakes are slipping.  I will send someone to collect it.”

“Stop lying,” she said.  “It’s another death threat, isn’t it?”

He rubbed his brow.  “I don’t know.  There have been so many they run together.  Just don’t use the car, please.”

“As long as you stay on the yacht with Ashley,” she countered.  “I want you safe.  Ciao, cousin.”

Valente frowned as he hung up the phone.  He knew Chiara could be nosy, but he’d said nothing to her about inviting Ashley to spend the day with him.  Either she was having him watched, or she was wheedling information out of his crew. 

Or Ashley had told her.

Valente considered what had happened at the party last night.  Ashley, who he now knew to be as graceful as a ballerina, had bumped into him.  Chiara had supposedly invited her to the party while knowing nothing about her.  She also hadn’t asked Ashley a single question about herself while they were talking, either.  Naturally his cousin knew how much he liked petite, fair-haired women, so it was entirely possible that their meeting was anything but an accident.

He smiled a little.  So what if Chiara had been meddling again?  For once she had found someone he could like and talk to as well as make love.  When he returned to Venice, he would buy his cousin her own Ferrari. 

When Valente finally rejoined Ashley, he found her curled up in one corner of the back deck lounge with her wrap spread over her shoulders.  That she’d fallen asleep might have insulted another man, but Valente appreciated the benefits of an afternoon cat nap, particularly when he was out on the water.  He stretched out beside her, and almost immediately she snuggled against him with a sigh.

As Valente closed his eyes, he heard her murmur, “You shouldn’t have fed me so much.  I’m much more alert on an empty stomach.”

“There is nothing for us to do but relax.”  He stroked her soft curls with his hand, and felt contentment sink into his bones.  “So go back to sleep, Bella.”

“You feel so good.”  She rubbed against him, tugging him over so that he lay on top of her.  “Ah.”

Suddenly Valente was awake, and so was the thick length of his cock, which now pressed between her legs.  Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached down to slide up the skirt of her dress.  “Do you know what I want to do to you, right now?”

Delicate pink color tinted her cheeks.  “The same thing I want.”

“We have not kissed yet,” he murmured, and then he saw the need in her eyes.  “Oh, Bella.”

He tugged down her panties, feeling as if he might jet all over her before he could get inside.  But no, she remained still, watching his face as he worked his cockhead against her damp, soft folds.  As he pressed in her eyelids fluttered, and she smiled.

“That’s what I wanted,” she whispered.

The wet, tight heat of her enveloped his shaft, and he stroked in deeper, filling her with a second thrust.  He held himself in her until she squirmed under him, and then began to pump in and out.  He wanted to keep his rhythm smooth and slow but her pussy clasped him so hungrily soon he was fucking her as hard and fast as he could.

She came first, pressing her mouth against his shoulder as she shook under him.  Then he grunted and plowed deep, shuddering as he flooded her with his seed.

Valente looked down at her, amazed and shaken and suddenly ashamed.  “Forgive me.”  He drew out of her.  “I’ve never done that in my life.”

“Neither have I.”  She stretched, and then sighed.  “Now I suppose you’ll want me to kiss you on the lips.  I don’t know about that, Gio.  Seems awfully forward, don’t you think?”

              Valente chuckled and gathered her close.  “I can wait until you’re ready.” 

#

              Ashley dreamt of walking naked through an endless desert.  The sun shone fiercely over her head, but she felt nothing on her skin.  The very absence of heat made her slow and then stop as she peered around her.

Off in the distance, Geoffrey waved to her from the back of a heavily-laden camel.  “Your father called,” he shouted.  “Wants to know where to send your toff.  Venice?”

A deeper voice answered him with, “She’s my daughter and I’ll arrange her marriage, thank you very much.”

Ashley turned her head to see her father standing atop a high dune on her other side.  “Father, what are you doing in the desert?  You despise the heat.”

“You’re a very ungrateful girl, Ashley Victoria.”  He puffed furiously on a pipe, the ivory bowl carved to resemble Winston Churchill’s face.  “Come home and attend to your duty to the family.”

“Bella.”

Ashley whirled around to see a luscious oasis blooming just in front of her, and Valente standing beneath a date palm, his hands filled with white feathers.  “Gio?”

He lifted a finger to his lips, scattering the feathers.  “Quiet, Bella.  They will hear you.”

Ashley woke and opened her eyes to see Valente sitting up and listening.  He held her in his arms, pressed close to his chest.

He glanced down at her.  “There are armed men on the ship,” he said, his voice barely audible.  “They have taken over control.  We must get down to the speedboat.  Be very quiet.”

She nodded, and when he rose, took hold of his hand and followed him down below deck.  There Valente he inched along a corridor until he reached the access door to the basin pool.

“Your launch is gone, Signore.”

Ashley turned her head to see a tall, thin man dressed in black.  He held a handgun pointed at her head. 

Valente stepped in front of her.  “That is a shame.  We were hoping to go for a sunset cruise.  Perhaps you could lend us your boat?  We will bring it back in a few hours.”

“Go up to the top deck,” the man ordered.  “Or I will shoot you and give your girlfriend to my men.”

Ashley assessed everything she saw as they made their way to the top deck.  At least three dozen armed men were forcing the crew top side, where they used zip ties to bind them to the port and starboard railings.  This included the captain, the pilot and the communications officer.  No one had been shot, although many of Valente’s men had bloody noses and split lips.  Paolo, the elderly valet, looked at Valente with tears in his eyes.

“You need not waste your time with this girl or my crew,” Valente told the man behind them.  “I am the one you want.  Take me.”

“Put them on the launch,” the man told a pair of his thugs.  To another, he said, “See to the radio and the engines.”

Ashley silently climbed into speedboat, where they were bound with zip ties and left on a bench seat.  The man in charge joined them a short time later with three more of his men and started the engines.

Valente bent his head to hers.  “Don’t be afraid, Bella.  I will give them what they want, and they will release us.”  He hesitated before he added, “No matter I say, go along with it.  It is only to keep them from hurting you, you understand?”

Ashley would have laughed out loud if things hadn’t been so grim.  “Yes, of course.”

By the time they reached a large, anonymous-looking cargo ship, Ashley had noted how many weapons each man carried and which were the professionals.  The man in charge and one of his thugs carried themselves with the readiness of military training; the other two were hired muscle with little experience.  One kept eyeing her as if imagining what he’d like to do given the time, opportunity and privacy.  She nervously avoided his gaze as she planned how to use him.

The hijackers cut their bonds, and then forced her and Valente to climb up a rope ladder.  On the deck more men carrying automatic weapons surrounded them.  After being briskly patted down, the man in charge marched them through a maze of corridors to a large hold filled with crates and camera equipment.  In the center of the deck stood a pole with a top bar that had ropes hanging from both ends.

A man with white hair stepped out of the shadows.  He wore a light gray suit that didn’t flatter his bony frame, and had a puffy keloid across the left side of his face.  The scar distorted one side of his mouth into a permanent sneer.

“Welcome aboard, Signore Valente,” the scarred man said.  “I am glad you could join us.  We have so much to discuss.”

Chapter Four

Ashley felt her heart sink.  Even without the scar she would have recognized him: Vido Merska, one of the most vicious, effective mercenaries working for the cartel in Europe.

Merska’s small, pale eyes shifted to Ashley’s face.  “I see you brought a friend.  Please, introduce me.”

“She is no one,” Valente said.  “A girl I picked up in a bar.”  He tensed as the scarred man came closer.  “She has no business being here.  She can give you nothing.  Send her back to my yacht, and you and I will talk.”

“She is the reason you’re here, Valente,” Merska told him, reaching out to tip up Ashley’s chin.  “Very pretty.  English, yes?  They always look like flowers, don’t they?”

She simply stared at him while she ran the scenarios through her mind.  If her cover had been blown they would have shot her immediately.  Whatever Merska wanted, it had to do with Valente.  He might have her raped in front of the billionaire, or . . . Ashley glanced at the camera equipment, and nearly groaned out loud.

One of the cartel’s favorite forms of blackmail was to invite the influential and powerful to private BDSM parties and secretly record them at their perverted worst.  They then used the videos to blackmail them into working for the cartel.

Ashley knew from her dossier on Valente that the billionaire didn’t care for perversions or sex parties.  To get blackmail on him, he’d have to be forced into it.

Here, now, with her, Ashley guessed.

Merska drew her away from Valente, shaking his head when the billionaire reached for her.  “No, Signore, for now you must watch.”  He shoved Ashley at two of his men.  “Strip her.”

When Valente lunged after her, Merska whipped out a gun and pressed the barrel to Valente’s forehead.

“You will not kill me,” Valente growled.

“No, we do need you alive.”  He lowered the gun as one of his men came up behind Valente and pressed his gun into his back.  “But I can put you in a wheelchair for the rest of that life.  And I will, unless you behave yourself.”

“It’s all right, Gio,” Ashley said before Valente could reply.  She slipped off her sundress, strapless bra and panties, folded them neatly, and handed them to one of the guards.  She gazed at Merska.  “Whatever you want, just tell me.  I’ll do it.”

He smiled.  “The British always keep their stiff upper lip.  Go stand with your back to the pole.” 

Once Ashley took her place in front of the pole, a guard came over and tied her wrists to either end of the top bar, suspending her from it.

Valente kept his eyes on her and said nothing, but Ashley saw the raw emotion in his eyes.  She nodded to him, hoping to somehow lend him some of her composure for what was to come.

“We’re going to make a little movie tonight, Valente,” Merska said as he took a coiled whip from one of the crates.  “We can film this girl two ways.  With you, or with me.”

Valente’s eyes narrowed.  “You are not touching her.” 

“If that is what you wish, then you will go over there and touch her yourself.  I want to see you abuse her, as if she is nothing more than your little whore.  Spank her, slap her, and handle her roughly.  Make it look convincing.  Then you will fuck her, very hard.  As if you are raping her – which, since she obviously does not want to have sex with you in front of us, you will be.  You do this, with enthusiasm, and I will release you both.”

“No.”  Valente said it flatly.  “I will give you whatever you want.  Money.  Ships.  My entire estate.  It’s yours.”

“Ah, but you see, if you refuse, then I must star in the film with her.”  The mercenary flicked his wrist, flipping out the whip to its full length with a snap.  “It will not be so pretty a video.  But I will still release you.  After I rape and beat her to death.”

Valente let out a roar of fury, and for a moment Ashley thought they might actually have to shoot him.

“Gio,” she said, repeating his name until he looked at her.  She smiled, the way she had while dancing with him at Chiara’s party.  “It’s all right, darling.  Come here to me.”

#

              When Valente reached her, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her and the pole. 

“Bella.”  He buried his face in her hair.  “I would do anything—”

“I know.”  She swallowed against the lump in her throat.  “Now I need you to listen to me, very carefully.  This isn’t what he said.  His words are meaningless.  This is you and me now.  I know it’s awful, but we can do this.  We can save my life together.”

He drew back and gave her a tormented look.  “It’s beans on toast again, isn’t it?”

She nodded and choked back a sob.  “Yes, darling.  That’s all it really is.  Beans on toast.”

Valente drew back and began removing his clothes, folding them as she had and placing them on the floor.  When he was naked, he came to her, circling around behind her.

“You have a beautiful bottom,” he murmured, and gave it a gentle slap.  “I will kiss every inch of it when we are free.”

“You are obsessed with kissing me.”  Ashley jerked, crying out and pretending to suffer pain that she didn’t feel as he continued spanking her. 

Valente came around, seizing her buttocks with both hands and fondling them roughly.  “I cannot hit you in the face,” he muttered.

“Spank my breasts,” she breathed as Merska came closer.  “No, please, don’t,” she begged in a louder voice as Valente began slapping her mounds.

As the torment progressed Ashley realized how clever he was, cupping his hand when he slapped at her to make the sound louder.  He also pulled his blows at the very last minute to keep from inflicting any actual pain.  For her part she wailed piteously, weeping and twisting at the ropes as if he were genuinely hurting her.

“Enough of this teasing,” Merska said.  “Fuck her now, Valente.  Make her scream.”

Ashley glanced down and saw that his penis remained flaccid, and when he came close looked into his eyes.  “You’ve just woken me from my nap again, darling,” she whispered.  “And I’ve pulled you on top of me, shameless thing that I am.  You can feel how much I want you, can’t you?”

“You were very wicked on the boat, but then, so was I.”  He stared at her mouth.  “I want to kiss you, but not here.  Not in front of them.”

“Absolutely not.  We don’t know each other well enough for that.”  She rubbed her foot against the inside of his calf.  “But you will give me that hard, lovely cock of yours again, won’t you, darling?  I need you inside me, Gio.  I want to feel you loving me the way you did on the boat.  Hard and deep, please.  Oh, please, now.”

What she said made his shaft swell so fast that when he lifted her over it, he was able to penetrate her at once.  He began thrusting, making his pumping look rough while panting as her wet sex engulfed him with heat and need.

“I want a come shot,” Merska demanded.  “When you’re ready to spill, pull out and spray her belly and breasts with it.”

Ashley saw the agony in Valente’s eyes and put her mouth by his ear.  “Yes, my darling.  Paint me with your lovely cream.  It will feel so good on my skin, and I’ll come, and they won’t even know.  It’ll be our secret.”

Valente pulled out of her, pumping his fist up and down his shaft until he jetted, the spurting semen lacing her torso as she bit back a moan and shuddered.

As Ashley blinked back tears of relief, Valente staggered away from her, and turned to face the mercenary.  “I’m taking her down from that thing.”

Merska shrugged.  “Whatever you wish, Signore.  We own you now.”  To his men he said, “Let them dress, and then lock them in the storage room on the back deck.”

Ashley’s throat tightened.  “But you said you would let us go.”

“Oh, we will, in time,” the mercenary said, giving her his ugly smile.  “After we make some other movies.”