FIERCED 3: Finale of the Stepbrother Raider Romance Series (3 page)

Chapter FIVE

My father's stony words send chills along my nerve endings. I'm sure he cares nothing for his step son and is only interested in one thing. I too have only one thought in my mind.

“What did you do to him? Where is he?”

“Far far away by now, And that's where he'll remain until we return to the States. I don't want your vulnerable mind corrupted.”

“Smile Lisa. This way Lisa. How glad are you to back home safe with your Father and beautiful new mother?” the press rats shout at me.

“You couldn't possibly imagine,” I reply. Then as they turn back to Monica, I add: “Those photos you saw earlier of the camp in Algeria were taken by me recently. It's a project I plan to continue, highlighting injustice to refugee women and children in Africa and around the world.”

A spontaneous burst of applause resounds through my ears and mind, drowning out all the reporter's questions about when had I gone to Africa and wasn't it desperately dangerous for an Ambassador's daughter.

“Yes it was risky. Let's just say I had an exceptionally astute bodyguard taking care of me.”

“And we're so delighted to have her with us once again,” Monica interrupts, pulling the attention back to herself. “I for one am more than excited to become the first Italian First Lady and I hope the wonderful American people will welcome me as much as I look forward to working for them.”

Oh she's good. She'll make an ideal political wife.

When we get back to the hotel, I hear the lock turn on the door to my suite. The only other entrance is through Monica and my father’s presidential room and it's hardly necessary to lock that as well but they do so. But not before my father has the last word.

“Tomorrow you'll have a minder with you for your security.” He strokes my cheek lovingly. Fake loving. “I don't want anyone hurting you again.”

Tears prick at my eyes but I tear into the soft flesh of my cheek and tongue with my teeth rather than allow him the satisfaction of seeing my defeat.

He's changed so drastically from the man who loved his little daughter, the only child. It must be true what they say about power corrupting because it seems my father has lost all contact with reality or feeling for humanity. He sees people only as what they can do for him and to advance him further. This must be how despots come to power.

Once the key is turned in the door, I let one fat old tear roll down my cheek as I wonder when and how I'll ever see Rocco again. I pray to all the gods that he's safe and the government agencies haven't mysteriously disappeared him which sound nutso except it seems to happen with strange regularity. But I'm not going to be a baby and throw myself on the bed in a fit. Rocco wouldn't respect that. I know he'd want me to be strong and keep going with my dreams never losing sight of the moment we can be together again. It will happen however long it takes, we will find each other. So long as he keeps himself safe for me.

I tear down the zipper of the beautiful and ridiculous frothy gown and let it drop to the soft silk rug. Rocco's words echo in my ears. “You look beautiful.”

It was the look in his eyes that made me tremble, the love and adoration I saw there was undeniable. I need cleansing from the paparazzi and the slick lies through this evening so I walk into the massive marble bathroom and step into the huge walk-in shower with a rain head and a massager. The Italians sure know how to do appliances.

The water streams over my swollen and exhausted body and I see my reflection in the mirror glass. My nipples are huge protruding pellets of hunger, unable to forget Rocco's earlier twisting and tugging. I let the water course against them hard then tumble down between my thighs where the need is even more urgent.

I use the oversize bar of fragrant soap to lather my breasts and stomach and hips, thoughts of Rocco's powerful grasp and luscious mouth almost overwhelming me. I don't know how I can go through each day with this much craving in my body until we're together again. Whenever that might be.

How long will he wait for me? And what will I do if he finds someone else in the interim? I can't bear it. My hands work up and down the length of my torso, over my ravaged nipples and engorged clit, making a thick cream of soap layer my body as the steam of the hot shower fogs up the glass and my mind.

The feel of his hands on my breasts, squeezing and molding them is divine. His agile thick fingertips tweak my pellet nipples to a full stretch, both together and I lean back close to a swoon. I almost leap out of my skin when the length of my bare back connects with a wall of solid muscle. The crevasse between my butt cheeks cups a solid bolt of iron that prods back at me eagerly. In that instant I fall into the nether world between imagination and reality, then the shock hits me. A man is in my shower and has my breasts mounded in his heavy hands, his mouth trailing soft nips along the side of my neck and shoulder.

His hands slide down my foamed stomach, over my hipbones and two fingertips pull my pussy lips apart as the other hand glides along the length of my bulging slit. I moan out loud and relax my body, leaning back into the man's solid form. His muscular chest holds me easily as he pulls my cleft further open and traces tantalizing circles around my hard triangle making me shudder into him.

“Come for me, baby,” he moans into my ear.

“Rocco,” I moan.

Am I dreaming? How can he be here? How can any man have broken into my shower when I'm locked up tighter than a virgin princess? But especially Rocco who was taken away from me for good?

“Were you expecting someone else? I told you I'd never leave you.”

His fingers are whipping me into a frenzy like a musician pummeling his instrument toward crescendo. Bolts of light course down my inner thighs to my toes and bounce back to my eyelids until I’m quivering against his slippery wet hard chest.

“But how -? Ahhh.” I can't control my voice or even my thoughts any more. Heat is rampaging through me as the electric response to his expert touch gathers between my legs and travels into my mind. Which is about to be blown. I'm already shaking and shuddering against his wide angled shield of torso. I can't hold back much longer, the explosion is coming and I'm about to crash right over the edge.

“Rocco I -”

“Come baby, Come for me now,” he commands.

And I do. Great spasms of joy explode from under his fingers and are set free as they flood through every pore of my skin. I'm barely satiated when he's pulled another burn of exploding sparks from me and I quake all the way down to my toes with delicious release.

“Oh my god that was -” I pant and gasp, trying to catch some oxygen and unable to articulate actual words.

“Gorgeous. Just like you.”

He finishes me off, holding me close to him as I clamor and clench through another tumultuous climax. Then he turns me around to face him and pulls me into his barrel hard torso. I reach up to cup the rough stubble around his chin with my palms as my wet soapy breasts crush into his rocky chest.

“I need to feel you pull me into your body,” he grits against my ear as I slither my mounds across his washboard ridged chest wall.

He growls in horny yearning to possess me as he drags my thigh up around his pelvis then easily hitches me up with the other one. He presses me back against the wall and with water pummeling down over our heads and streaming down our connected bodies, spreads my thighs open encasing his pelvis. I grind back toward him as he shoves his huge beautiful cock all the way into my eager tunnel, stretching me open for his breadth and filling my entire length as he brings me down onto his shaft. I moan and scream out loud. My head thrashes back in the sheer mindless delirium of his massive cock sawing in and out, stroking my tingling walls. My breasts rise up to his mouth eagerly, the water pounding the fleshy tops and he tugs each nipple into his succulent firm lips.

I am spread-eagled against the shower wall as he holds me pinned, his hands fisting my breasts into his lips while his cock rams into my dripping pussy and the tumbling shower water plays even more intense sensations across my clit.

When Rocco reaches down into my spread folds and strums his thumb pad across my bullet triangle I come completely undone, thrashing and bucking between the wall and his wall of chest until I'm left gasping for air. He thrusts his magnificent cock as far into me as possible and our mounds are merged as one to unleash the force of his climax all the way inside me.

“Oh. My god,” I whimper into Rocco's neck where I've collapsed against him, clasping his broad shoulders even though I will never fall apart as long as he's inside me.

“You're fucking incredible, Lise. I can't believe the things you do to my body, the way you make me feel body and soul.”

“And I can't believe it can be like this. It's so blinding fucking amazing.”

“Hang on Baby, cos that's never gonna change. We're always gonna be amazing together.”

He shuts off the shower and reaches for a white puffy towel that he wraps around me after gently stroking the excess water off my breasts and stomach, paying special attention to the swollen pink lips between my thighs.

“But how, Rocco? How are we going to manage being together now with our parents married and especially with my father running for office? He'll never let me go.”

“Neither will I let you go, remember my promise? I'm taking you out of here tonight. Grab what you need.”

“But how? And how the hell did you get in here through locked doors? Are you some kind of superman?”

“Just call me the masked avenger? Come on, we're outta here.” Rocco drags apart the heavy velvet silk drapes then groans. “Oh fuck, I told the boatman to go if I wasn’t back after half an hour.”

“You came over the balcony?” I can't help giggling at the corny romance of my bad biker boy. “Just like real Romeo.”

“You're gonna regret it you keep teasing me like that.” He pretends to be furious. “Get your stuff together, I'll get a boat and come back for you.”

“What are you going to do fly up the wall and carry me off the balcony?”

“Something like that. Or you can just let down you hair for me to climb up. Just get ready and don't bring a ton of stuff 'cos I don't dig baggage.”

I watch with my jaw to the floor as he leaps the balcony and lands with an agile thud on the floating dock beneath my window. I rush to the open doors and he looks up with a grin and a twinkle of his sparkling eyes before disappearing into the night.

Chapter SIX

He really is like a superpower hero, the way despite his solid mass, his body is agile and moves like quicksilver when it suits him. Ohh, I moan at the thought of his mercurial body pressed into mine. Already I'm craving him again, hungry for him to fill me and claim my body as his.

“Luisa, what are you doing outside in the dark?” Monica swishes into the room from her connecting suite, silent as a spider in a gossamer web, all frothed up in a white lace peignoir barely disguising her naked body underneath.

Fuck, did she hear us talking and plotting my escape?

“What are you doing in my bedroom in the middle of the night? Please leave. And it's Lisa, without a 'u'.”

Hearing voices in a locked room, the two security guards on my door, knock and ask if everything's alright. Monica throws open both doors giving the guys a great show.

“The nurse is on her way up to sit with Miss Saint James,” Monica informs them as they stare at the floor trying not to fest their eyes on her dark nipples visible through the lace.

I'm still standing on the balcony wrapped in a fluffed white towel. What the fuck must they think? And what the fuck do I want with a nurse?

“I don't need a nurse thanks, I just need some sleep. So if you wouldn't mind leaving me in peace -”

“Your father was concerned for your well-being this evening.” She pulls the windows tightly shut and draws the drapes on the calming vista. “He thought it best that you have full time protection right away.”

Damn, bugger, fuck them and their protection which is nothing more than forced bondage. Now what? I'll never be able to get out of here when Rocco comes back. I won't even be able to warn him and when he comes breaking into my room again, they'll take him for good.

Monica flusters around the room and checks my bathroom, plainly searching.

“Are you looking for something in particular? Perhaps you imagine I have a man stashed in my shower,” I snap at her, daring her.

“Don't be silly, Darling. Of course I know you're a nice virginal girl.”

She tugs the bathroom door shut as the nurse bumbles through the door, talking like a whirling dervish in Italian to the stunned guards. She makes a sign with her hand like a genuflection when she sees the superstar in front of her and almost falls to her knees.

“Oh my heavens. Good grief.”

Holy fuck.

Monica gives her what seem to be very specific, even ferocious instructions for my care and the nurse nods all the while staring at me with slitted eyes like I'm a naughty child to be reared with an iron grip.

“She doesn't speak much English, Luisa dearest. You won't mind not being able to communicate I guess.”

Yeah, you don't want me getting her on my side.

“She has some pills to help you sleep. As you say, that's what you need most. Good night now,
buona notte
.”

Monica swishes back into her suite with my father figure who I am plainly no longer going to be allowed a relationship with now that I have gone full rebellion. Fine.

“No, it's okay, no
grazie
. I don't want sleeping pills.” I struggle with the dumpy nurse, dressed in a white uniform with a bizarre hat like a bird cage. Then she actually reaches out to pinch my nostrils together like she's going to feed me a spoon of cod liver oil for my own benefit.

I'm so shocked, my mouth drops and she forces the pills inside. Before I know it, one has slithered down my throat and the other I catch under my tongue.

“Hmm, good, Okay.” I nod, making a huge pantomime out of swallowing the pills.

The first one I can’t cough back up and have no choice but to wash it down.

“Oh, I'm so tired.
Stanca
.”

The other pellet I hold in my cheek as I make a show of getting into bed. The old bag sits right at the side of the bed, facing me so as to observe my every twitch. What the fuck do I do now? Firstly spit out the pill before it dissolves. Will one put me fully to sleep? Can I fight it and force myself to stay awake with willpower alone? I need to be ready for Rocco's return. I can't let this witch turn him over to the FBI when he comes for me.

And then she smiles her grizzly evil twin grimace, and actually shoves her stubby fat finger into my mouth. She ratchets between my pursed lips and scoops around the hollow of my mouth and cheeks until she discovers the hidden unswallowed pill.

“Do you think I don't know a faker when I see one?' she snarls. Her English seems pretty fluent to me.

“Please,” I say, somehow imagining I can convince her that I have genuine motives. “I can't fall asleep yet. I, um, I have something important to take care of in just a little while. If I could just stay awake -” Until Rocco gets here and seduces the hag with his disreputable bad boy charm that works perfectly on every woman he lights upon.

But she won't listen to my pleading. She bashes me on the back like a big baby needing a burp at the same time she forces water into my mouth so I have to swallow. She obviously has a ton of experience forcing recalcitrant patients to swallow their meds.

“You don't understand. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm waiting to-”

That is some strong pharmacology because my tongue is fast losing the ability to form words before my brain does and the lights go out in my mind.

ROCCO

She laughs and calls me a superhero. Fuck I love that smile of hers. It lights me up and makes me want to lick those delicious lips like
gelato
. I'm like a starving greedy wild man when I'm with her, trying to suck her cherry mouth and those constantly pebbled hard nipples all at the same time. I want to gorge myself on her fucking stupendous bod. I want her under me again already, she's so willing, so into every wild journey we take together.

I know we're going to be an amazing team and I have never in my life felt that way about any woman before. Not one of the many has ever moved me to think in terms of a partnership. There have been some stunningly gorgeous and some smart caring woman but none has ever come close to Lisa.

She somehow changes me. I can't tell what's going on inside me right now and it scares the fucking shit out of me but I know I want it more than I want to run away. I can't imagine a world without her in it. It's as though we joined the moment I entered her delicious sweet pussy and even apart we're together.

I should never have fucking left her again. Those asshole muscle-meat bodyguards grabbed me at the party. There must be some pretty sophisticated cameras monitoring that palazzo because I scoped the joint pretty good and didn't pick them up at all.

Four of them surrounded me as Lisa's asshole dad made his woot woot announcement, distracting the crowd as they smoothly hustled me out. No point fighting back. You gotta pick your battles and surrender when you're outnumbered so you live to fight another day.

That's a thing I learned in Japan as a young teenager. My mother was shooting some ridiculous movie where she played a geisha girl and I begged her to let me study a form of martial art, a version of jujitsu, where the master taught me how to control my body using the power of my mind.

Some day I'm taking Lisa to Japan. I know she'd get a massive kick out of the photo opportunities in that incredible culture and I want to show her off to my martial arts master – he'll be damn impressed by the woman that finally tamed me. He always said there would some day be one who would join to me and make a whole. Like fuck I thought at the time, no chick's gonna get control of this wildman. But now I get what he was telling me and I'm sure Lise feels the same.

Okay, enough with the trip down memory lane. I've got to find a boat in the middle of the night to free my girl from her uncharmed life.

There's a beautiful jet black speedboat with soft red leather upholstery idling at a palace dock on the Grand Canal. Lisa will look so incredible sitting in back of that boat, no, standing with me at the wheel with her hair blowing behind her as we jet far away from our crazy parents. It's not stealing under emergency circumstances. I'm just borrowing it a while for an important mission. And when I go to hotwire the starter, the friggin keys fall out of the dash. Okay then. Sometimes fate just lends her hand.

I gun the boat in a full circle on the wide canal, the water flat and calm as fabled Venetian glass and head back up to the hotel.

Lisa's room is in complete darkness, which is really freaking weird. I figured she'd be ready, waiting breathlessly for me to get back. Fuck, I love how she pants and gasps when I'm buried inside her, her sweet breath rasping into the sinews of my neck.

Every little thing about her sends my senses spinning. My mind blasts out into space. How does that happen with one particular woman? After hundreds, maybe thousands, what is it about this one that sends me reeling like one of those Irish dancers, hopping and stamping all over the place.

Another cat burglar bit of gymnastics is required to scale the wall again. She'd better not be playing
principessa
games right now, acting all helpless for me to come rescue her. We don't have time for that shit. The curtains are firmly closed, not a crack to peep through but I'm sure there's no light inside her room and a chill comes over me. I run a card in the gap between the frames to lift the latch and silently enter the room with barely a rustle of the drapes.

“What the fuck,
Principessa
, there's no time for sleeping. Get that hot little ass up out of bed pronto.”

I'm joking but I'm kinda pissed. She's passed out cold like she's downed the worm in the tequila bottle. I really thought she'd be pacing the stone balcony ready to jump over into the water with eagerness to get away with me. Perhaps I misjudged how she feels. Perhaps she only wanted me to get her away from Pappy. Who knows what happened while I was gone searching the city for a speedboat to jack for her sake? Pappy might have convinced her to stay and become the most famous daughter in the world.

“Step away from the bed or I'll shoot.” A barrel poking in my back.

I raise my hands very slowly above my head and do as the voice commands. A female voice, high enough that I know her heart is pounding. I take a slow step back, positioning my boot carefully so that in one lightning move, it slides between her legs, flips around to take her off balance, I twirl around, pining both arms as the 'gun' skitters across the ancient floorboards.

“
Perdoname Signora
,” I apologize because the woman is almost old enough to be my grandmother and twice as fat. “But don't stick a man with your hairbrush unless you’re prepared to use it.”

She's panting so fast I think she's having a heart attack. She probably hasn't been this enthralled in at least a decade.

“You're a nurse? A real one.” When I check out the uniform, it comes crashing home that she can only be here for one reason. “Is something wrong with Lise? What happened to her?”

The cold bile flooding my gut sends me reeling back to the bed. The nurse falls from my grasp back to the floor.

“Is she dead? Oh fuck, is she dead?” I'm reaching around for a pulse in my girl's neck, her wrist but there's nothing. And the stone in my stomach is heavier than the Gates of Hell. No. It can't be. I only left her an hour ago. And she was so warm then. So fucking warm. And soft. And sensual sweet.

I knew then that I wanted her with me forever. And now she's gone. I hurl the fucking bedside table across the room in the rage that rises into my gullet. The light crashes to the floor with the sound of breaking glass and a heavier crack of shattering marble from the table top.

“Arggghh.” I let out a roar that does nothing to release the enraged grief rising and rising. I need to smash more than one antique table. I need to destroy the whole world to make up for losing the woman I'm smitten with.

“Hush up boy,” the nurse touches my arm and pulls me into her ample mounds of chest. “She's just sleeping.”

“That's no sleep. What's wrong with her?” I don't know if I can believe the strange woman. What if Lisa's bastard dad has exercised the ultimate control over his suddenly rebellious child?

“I was told to give her some pills to make her sleep. Her parents said she'd been having terrible nightmares since the ordeal of her abduction.”

“She was never abducted. I took her on a journey to the refugee camps in Africa so she could discover something of life outside this entrapment.”

A softening comes over the old lady's face like she's disappeared into her memories.

“All this is a big lie and now she's trapped worse than before because of me. It's all my fault.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. Things are never as bad as they seem if you turn them on their head and look at them another way.”

“I'm not leaving her again. You can't stop me taking her.”

“You haven't invested too much in Lisa. Maybe this situation she's entangled in, you should just move on. There are plenty of amazing women who would be thrilled to be with you.”

“You don't understand. Lisa is not just one more amazing woman. She's not the sort of woman you can move on from and I have no intention of letting her go without a riot.”