[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (7 page)

licked her from the back ring of her ass to her swollen clit. He

flicked his tongue over her clit and Samara could only gasp for

precious air. When he sucked the nub into his mouth, she

screamed at the top of her lungs, shattering once more.

He licked, he sucked, and he drove her mad with this need for

much, much more. Both of her hands fisted into the cool silk

sheets, and both of her legs wrapped around his head. She tried

to press him closer, hungry for more depth. But for whatever

reason, he held back. In fact, Samara was sure that he was

teasing her, keeping her on edge deliberately, and that pissed her

off. So much so, that she let go of the sheet and fisted her hands

into his hair, pulling hard.

He sucked hard one more time on her before releasing her

and backing away. She met him in the eye, watched as he licked

his lips and took hold of his cock. He moved his hand up and

down the length a few times before crawling back up on the bed

between her legs.

The fire between her thighs began again, and this time she

was free to squirm on the bed. He took hold of her legs, spread

them wider, and looked down.

“Watch me enter you, Samara,” he breathed out. “Watch and

feel me.”

She did look down and gasped loudly. The head of his cock

pressed against the entrance of her pussy. He took hold of it,

rubbed it between the slit, and pressed it against her throbbing

clit. That touch had her shaking in both need and pleasure.

“Fuck, if you’re not hot as sin itself,” he moaned, stopping

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once more at her entrance.

He pushed, she parted. Dropping back down on the bed,

Samara fisted her hands and pressed them over her eyes. It was

difficult to breath, difficult to stay still. He entered her body and

she stretched to accommodate him. And boy, did she feel each

and every thick, hot inch of his cock. It stole her breath and had

her yearning for more.

“This isn’t right,” she gulped.

“The hell it isn’t,” he groaned back. “Fuck, I can’t control it.”

He surged into her, making Samara think and feel like he just

ripped her in two. She cried out, immediately pushing against his

chest, digging her nails into his skin. Dane moaned loudly arched

his back and seemed to enter even deeper into her.

She only got a moment to catch her breath before he was

moving inside her.

Pulling out slowly, thrusting quickly, and with such power that

once more, he left her speechless. He held himself up slightly by

his elbows, his cock surged in and out of her, and all Samara did

was hang on for dear life. His chest rubbed against her, teasing

and tormenting her achy nipples. With each inward thrust, she got

an extra surge of pleasure shooting up from her clit.

He kissed her as he picked up speed. Closer and closer, the

pleasure which was building inside her was beginning to force a

release. His tongue matched the trusts of his cock, and soon she

was whimpering with the need for relief.

And then it all came crashing down.

Samara broke the kiss to scream at the top of her lungs. Her

pleasure erupted so violently that, even her toes felt like they were

convulsing with her climax, and still Dane continued. He kept

surging, thrusting, and fucking her with powerful, fast strokes that

only triggered the whole build up again.

She dug her nails in harder, which had him prying her hands

away from his chest to pin them up over her head. She felt him

swell up inside her, heard the moans come from his lips, but she

couldn’t process any of it. All she could do was try to keep what

little bit of sanity she had left intact.

But she couldn’t.

On her third, or was it the fourth orgasm, Samara really lost it.

She broke down crying with such a release that she was unable to

stop.

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“Oh, fuck me!” Dane rose up again on his hands and arched

back as much as he could.

She felt him swell, felt the jerks of his body, and knew that he

was experiencing his release. Covering her face with her hands,

Samara kept on crying. She didn’t understand why she was

crying, only that she was feeling so much pleasure she couldn’t

stop.

“Shhhh,” Dane lowered back down on top of her. He wrapped

his arms under her, hugging her close. “It’s okay.”

“Why am I crying?” she sniffed.

“Because you just went through one hell of a series of

orgasms.” He pulled out from her body and she groaned loudly at

the tenderness and sensitivity. He rolled over to his back, taking

her with him. “Just relax. Everything is going to be alright.”

It was soothing having him hold her and rub her back. She still

felt hot, in need, but her exhausted body was dragging her into a

deep sleep, which she needed and hadn’t had in a very long time.

In fact, she couldn’t think of the last time she felt safe enough to

sleep, but she sure as hell did now. And this time, Samara was

going to take full advantage of it and sleep until she couldn’t sleep

any longer.

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Dane sat on the side of the bed with his robe on, watching

Samara sleep deeply on her belly. He sort of expected that she

hadn’t had a good night sleep in a while and the faint bruise he

was now looking at told him of a rough home life. How rough, he

had no clue, but would soon find out.

A faint knock on the door and he was up, heading for it. It

opened and servants brought in food that he ordered and a

special present that just wasn’t going to wait until morning.

Everything was set up on the low table. All that was needed was

his new bride.

Waiting until the door was once more locked, Dane went back

to the bed. He pulled the sheet down to her feet. His mouth

instantly watered at her flesh and he couldn’t help himself from

bending over and kissing her ass.

She stirred some, but not enough. So he kept kissing her, up

her back, until she slowly started to wake up.

And like cold water to a face, she went flying out of the bed.

“God I’m sorry. I’ll start cooking right now.”

“Samara.”

“What?” She stood away from the bed, naked.

Dane turned, picked up the robe and stood up. He extended

his hand out to her, with the robe hanging from a few fingers.

“Want this?”

Her face turned red. She snatched it from him, turned her

back, and slipped it on. “What time is it?”

“Not even morning. Hungry?” He turned from her and went

over to the table. With a sigh, he sat down and began to pick up

lids. “Ah, roasted chicken. Very nice.” He started to fill up the

plates, but stopped to look over his shoulder at her. “Are you

going to join me?”

He went back to the food and she sat down across from him.

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Dane handed her a plate, took his own, and lounged back against

the pillows, eating.

“So you thought you needed to get up and start cooking.” He

took a bite of the meat, chewing it quickly. “Is that something you

do often?”

Samara looked down at the food, not touching it. “It’s my job

to cook and clean and take care of my sister.” She took a deep

breath before looking up at him. “My father expected everything to

be spotless, his meal hot and on time, and Makayla out of his

way. As long as I completed my jobs Makayla was safe.”

“Makayla is your sister?”

She nodded.

“How old?”

“Seventeen. My father sent her away to a boarding school, but

I don’t know where.” She hugged herself and he could see tears

forming in her eyes. “I really don’t know why. It cost money and

that’s something we don’t seem to have a lot of.”

“Well, I don’t know much about the boarding schools around

here,” he sighed. “Two of my best friends were shipped off. So far,

Darius is the only one that hasn’t come home yet. Personally, I

think he’s a bit afraid.”

“Why would he be afraid to come home?” She frowned.

“The town sort of turned its back on the four of us.” He put the

plate back on the table, reached for the pitcher, and poured them

both a glass of tea. He took a big drink, sighing as it went down.

“Damn, that’s good. Maybe I should see if I can steal one of the

cooks here.”

Samara picked up her glass and took a drink. “I can fix that.”

“What else can you fix?”

She started to smile, but it never really formed. “Enough about

me, what do you do?”

“I play in the stock market and I love talking about you.” He

gave her a big smile. “In fact, I don’t think too many around here

know that much about you. Why is that?” She shrugged her

shoulders, looking back down at the food. “If you’re hungry, eat.

We have a long night ahead of us.”

“It’s strange,” she mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s all so strange.” She looked up again.

“What is?”

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“All of this.” She glanced at the food quickly. “I mean, first off,

I’ve never got to eat before him, and second, never so much.”

That had her chuckling and rubbing her face. “God, this has to be

some kind of dream.”

“Then let’s add more to the dream.” He crawled over to her on

his hands and knees. Samara watched him the whole time,

looking a bit scared of what he was going to do next. Dane

brought out a small box he had in the robe pocket. He handed it to

her. “Open it.”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a tradition for the grooms here to gift the new brides with

something special. I got here early and put claim to this for you.”

She frowned at him, “But how did you know that we would be

any kind of match?”

“I had high hopes. Open it.”

He saw her hands shake as she took the lid off of the box.

Resting in black velvet, a ruby and diamond heart band. Dane

brought it out, letting her get a good look at it. The setting was

solid gold with rubies in the shape of hearts going all the way

around. Small tear drop diamonds were placed intricately between

each ruby.

He took hold of her left hand and slipped the band on her ring

finger, finishing it off with a kiss, first on her ring finger and then on

her lips.

“Dane, I can’t take this,” she breathed out. “It’s too much.”

“No it’s not. It’s perfect for you. Now eat. My hunger for you is

growing again.” He winked at her before moving back over to his

seat.

He watched her from the corner of his eye. Samara was very

hesitant about eating anything. That had him wondering even

more what life with her father was like.

He ate slowly, mostly so she would eat. Every few bites, she

stopped and looked down at the ring on her finger. The silence

was beginning to bother him though. Dane wanted to know all

there was about her and Samara seemed very reluctant to tell him

a thing.

“You’re worried about something.” It was a statement, not a

question. Dane watched her closely now. He saw the worry on her

face, in her eyes. “What is it?”

“My father.” She reached for her glass of tea. “I’m sure he’s

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beyond pissed by now. I would bet he’s ready to kill something or

someone.” She took a drink and held the cup up next to her face.

“He was very pissed when you paid for that food.”

“What did he do?” Dane somewhat had an idea of what her

father did. He didn’t know the man, but he had no doubt that her

father was the kind to beat out whatever it was he wanted. “Did he

beat you?”

Her eyes lowered, his anger rose. “Not me. Makayla.” Her

voice shook when she spoke. “I really don’t want to talk about

this.”

“He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Her eyes went up quickly. “It’s not me I’m worried about.” She

put her glass down rather hard. Some tea splashed onto the table

and she stood up. “My God, do you have any idea what you’ve

done here? What we’ve done?”

Oh, this anger is unexpected
. “Samara, we didn’t do anything

wrong,” Dane frowned. “We’re married. You’re my wife.”

“I can’t be your wife, Dane. My father has something planned,

something that is endangering Makayla’s safety.” She ran both

hands through her hair in frustration. “I need to go take a shower. I

need to think!”

He watched her go, and then looked back at the table. The

food he put on her plate, she barely touched. Instead, he saw that

she was putting some of it in the napkin to her side, almost as if

she was storing it for later or to take with her.

He stood up, pulled the knot from his robe, and let the thing

fall to the floor. Naked, he walked to the bathroom. Once at the

door, he heard the shower start. Counting to ten, he waited before

opening the door and going inside.