HEAT Vol. 3 (Master Chefs: HEAT Series #3) (5 page)

Why? 
Why such a wild and wanton dream?  And with Rial?  It made no sense.

“I
love you,” Bobby said.  “And not just because of what you just did, although, I
have to admit… that’s one hell of a bonus.”

I
fell over him and cuddled up in the crook of his arm.  “I love you, too,
Bobby.”  And I did.  I truly did, but Rial’s face, his body… it was all I could
see when I closed my eyes.

The
vision alternated between the young Rial who had always teased me and the adult
Rial who thrilled me.  And as my heart returned to its normal rhythm and my
body cooled off, I thought more and more of the dream I’d had.

Seeing
Rial when we were young.  It’d been so strange to go back… to that house, that
garden… that time in my life.  Was it simply a dream?  Or was any part of it
true?  I couldn’t tell just yet, but I wanted to know.

Deep
inside, my gut jolted and I was once again brought back to Rial’s lips all over
me, and once again, I was wet.  Was this what my life was to be?  Thinking of
him?  Dreaming of him?  All because he waltzed into my life, kissed me in front
of everyone and put a ring on my finger?

I
had no answers, but I needed to find some… and soon.

Chapter 6

F
or the next weeks I had Rial’s phone number
tucked away in my pocket.  Every day I opened the neatly folded piece of paper
wanting desperately to call him, but, every day, I folded it back up and
slipped it back deep in my pocket.

I
often wondered if Bobby had noticed Rial slipping it to me as he’d kissed me
that day.  Did he know what I had in mind?  Was he aware of the questions that
haunted me?

Worse
still; what would he think of me if he learned of the erotic dreams that still
plagued me.  Night after night, I was awakened in an aroused frenzy.  Some
nights I simply slipped my finger under my panties and found quiet and soothing
release, but on several nights I awoke atop Bobby, riding him as if there were
no tomorrow.

He’d
been thrilled and had loved every second, especially the night I woke up with
his cock in my mouth.  Engorged and stiff, I’d almost gagged as I tried to take
him all in, and when he erupted in my mouth, I sucked him in and cleaned him
off until there wasn’t a drop left.

“You
sleazy naughty girl,” he’d said.  “I love you.”

His
words reverberated in my head as I looked down to my hands; Rial’s phone number
in one and my phone in the other.

I
had to.  I had to find out what his story was all about.  If I continued to
deny Rial as part of my past, I would never be able to have an honest future
with Bobby.

I
tapped out the number and waited as it rang once, and twice, and…

“Hello.”

I
coughed.

“Hello?”

“Rial?”

“Yes.” 
He sounded vaguely annoyed for a second, but then recognized me.  “Lilly?”

“I
need to…”

“See
me?  I thought you’d never ask.”  He was smooth, almost cocky as his voice
dropped to a seductive register.  “I’ve been waiting for your call… every night
I think of you, how hot and sexy you are, but how far away you keep yourself
from me.”

I
shook my head, but no real protest came from my lips.  “I need to know what
this is all about.  Your father, my father… this arranged marriage.”

“I’m
right here waiting for you, babe.”  He sounded so cool and sure of himself,
just as he always had as a boy.

“Perhaps
we could meet somewhere… a café or bistro.”

“No,”
he immediately said.  “Too public.  What we have to discuss is too profound and
too personal.  Come by my place; 143
Cercle des Hirondelles
.  I have a
few things I’d like to show you.”

“Is
that here in Paris?”

“Twenty
minutes south of where you stand.”

I
took a deep breath, and felt strange and unsure… Bobby.

But
it was for Bobby I wanted to clear the whole thing up.  At least that’s what I
kept telling myself as I got into a taxi and gave the driver the address.

My
mind kept drifting back to the last time I’d left Paris, heading West with
Bobby.  Now, although the purpose of my journey remained the same, leaving the
city had a whole other vibrancy to it.  I should have felt ashamed, but as the
twenty minute mark Rial had promised approached, the strong and strange
yearnings I’d felt over the past nights took hold and wouldn’t release me.

When
we arrived at the gated home, the driver pulled up to the intercom, but the
gates opened before he could say a word.

“Looks
like you're expected,
Mademoiselle
.”

I
smiled, but felt flustered.

Before
us, a grand chateau was slowly exposed as we passed the tall, mature trees that
surround the property.

“Monsieur,”
I said, tapping the back of his seat.  “Monsieur, I’ll get off here.”

He
glanced back at me and frown, but slowly stopped the car.  “
Le chateau
,
it is still quite a distance away.”

I
nodded.  “That’s okay.”  I paid the fare and got out then watched him turn
around and leave.

Alone,
I drew in a long, fragrant breath.  The scent awakened something deep inside
me, something from so long ago, but something that eluded me all the same.  The
property was immaculate; the lawn finely manicured, the shrubbery trimmed with
precision and the smaller decorative trees expertly pruned.

Every
step I took brought me closer to my past, closer to the answers I needed, while
at the same time bringing new questions.

I’d
been here before.  I couldn’t say when or why, but I felt certain I had.

Arriving
at the large double doors, I rang the bell and before it could end its chime,
Rial opened the door.

“Twenty
minutes precise.”

I
was stunned by the sight of him.  His hair, still sexy and wild, was tamed back
a little more than when we’d first met.  The dark suit he wore fit him
perfectly, but more astonishing was how expensive it looked, almost like
something Errol would wear.

“Please,”
he said.  “Come in.”

As
I walked past him the scent of his cologne tickled my nostrils and awakened a
whole new batch of senses.  The wild and wanton woman who’d taken part in every
dream took over and I wanted to tear my clothes off and bare myself to him.
“Had I not planned to meet you, I might not have recognized you.”  For all the
heat that emanated from my body, I sounded surprisingly cool and in charge.

He
chuckled and reached out for my hand.  “I clean up pretty good, don’t I?”

His
touch was instantly electric and I knew there was no point trying to pretend I
didn’t want it.  When he pulled me to him, I didn’t fight him.

“These
past weeks have been torture,” he whispered.  “That kiss; that one perfect
kiss.  Have you thought about it?”

Closing
my eyes, I nodded.

“Have
you hungered for it?”

My
lips parted.

“Yes,
you have, haven’t you?  Just as much as I have.”  Deliberately torturing me, he
ran his fingers through my hair instead of burying my lips beneath his.  “I’ve
missed you terribly; more than I would have thought.  After all these years, I
finally find you, touch you and realize just how much I want you and, poof,
you're gone again.  And to think that you’ve been snatched up by my
sister-in-law’s little brother.”  He frowned and his eyes hardened as he looked
away.  “I can forgive your transgression given that you were young when you
were promised to me and you’d forgotten, but now that you know, now that you’ve
been made aware of the situation, you must correct your mistake.  You're mine,
Lilly.  You were only six when you were promised to me, but you are still
mine.  You must put an end to your relationship with that young boy.”

I
didn’t like his tone and stiffened.  “How do I know you're telling the truth?”

“Why
did you come here, Lilly,” he said with a knowing grin.

“To
get answers.”

He
shook his head.  “No.  You came here because you already know I’m telling the
truth.  You remember, don’t you?”

I
shook my head then nodded.  “I’m not sure.  It’s vague and…”

He
pulled me into his arms.  “Vague or not, it hardly matters now.  The fact
remains, you're mine.  Our futures are bound together, as our parents wished it
to be.”

“But,
Rial, little girls dream of marrying their prince, their world revolves around
that magical day.  How could I not remember that I was meant to marry you?  It
doesn’t make sense.”

Grinning,
he looked down at me.  “So I’m your prince, huh?”

“You
know what I mean.”  I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip and kept me
close to him.

“Life
isn’t always easy, Lilly,” he said, his tone no longer playful.  “You’ve had
your share of traumatic experiences in your life, just as I have.  Trauma can
have a strange effect on your memory; either block it out, or bring it to the
forefront, never to be forgotten.  But listen to me, and listen to me well. 
You will be my wife.  There is no escaping it.”

“But,
I can’t just…”

My
words were caught with his mouth as he not only silenced me, but wiped my mind
clear of any question or statement I might have wanted to make.  All that
mattered was his mouth, his lips, his tongue… oh, his tongue.  Where did he
learn to do that with his tongue?

He
pinned me to the wall, and suddenly the dreams I’d had became a reality, and
the sensations were so much more intense than any dream could have ever been. 
His hand crept up under my top and found a nipple through the thin gauzy fabric
of my bra.

“You're
so ripe, Lilly, so ready.  I can just feel it, how perfect we are together.” 
He breathed in the scent of my skin.  “This was meant to happen.”  He tugged my
shirt off and took a glance at the front clasp of my bra.  Licking his lips, he
took a careful look at my partially exposed breasts.  “Yes,” he growled.  “So
ripe.  So ready.”

He
pulled the clasp apart and peeled back the fragile cups that contained my
breasts.  Like a man dying of thirst, he thrust his face between them, kissing
one then the other while his fingers groped and squeezed.  He latched onto a
nipple for an exquisite moment before bringing the same sweet attention to the
other.

“You're
pure honey, my sweet Lilly.”  He pressed his hard shaft against me as he
reached under my skirt to cup my buttocks and pull me to him.  “Pure honey.”

His
fingers delved further until they were tucked under me and flirting with my
clitoris.  It was excruciating all while being the most delightful feeling.

Taking
a deep breath, he backed away and looked at me with a curious snarl on his lips. 
As his snarl turned into a hungry grin, he grabbed my hand, tucked his shoulder
into my belly and pulled me up.

“What
are you doing?” I cried as I dangled down his back.  “Rial.  Rial, wait.  Where
are you going?”

He
headed for the grand staircase that led to the second floor.

“Rial,
what if someone sees us?”  I was acutely aware of the fact that my butt was
completely exposed, that fact made even more evident as he playfully patted my
bottom.

“There’s
no one here to see us.  We’ve got the entire place to ourselves.”

He
stopped at an open door and set me down on the floor.

“What
do you mean?  Where is everyone?”

“I
sent them away for the day.”

“What
do you mean, you sent them away?  Is this…?  Is this your place?  This
chateau?”

His
smile, exposing perfectly white teeth, was proud, almost cocky.  “Yes. 
Surprised?”

“Yes,
I am surprised.  You showed up at the warehouse looking little better than a
bum, and you acted like a low life bandit, a seasoned criminal.”

He
winced.  “I can see where I may have looked like a bum and I can accept you
taking me for a bandit, but a seasoned criminal?  Now you’re pushing it too
far.”  He gave me a firm shove back toward the bed.  As I stumbled back, he
pushed me again, a little harder.  “I need to put you in your place, my little
fiancé.  You need to show a little more respect for your man.”

I
swallowed the lump of fear that quickly rose to my throat only to realize it
wasn’t fear at all, but arousal.  Through his trousers I could see the huge
bulge that awaited me and was thrilled to see he was just as aroused.  Looking
at him, all I could think to say was ‘fuck me’.

“Are
you afraid of me, Lilly?” he cooed.

In
that moment, I saw it in his eyes; the desire to scare me, the need to have me
beg him for mercy.  I could have stood up to him, let him know I wasn’t the
least bit afraid, but I cowered instead and gave into his game.

“We
knew each other as children,” he said taking another step to me.  “There’s no
need to fear me.”  He reached out to finger a lock of my hair, but his eyes
remained hard as lust took over him.  Releasing the lock, he pushed me back
onto the bed with such fury, an instant of true fear seized me.

But
when he dropped his pants to the floor and pulled his shirt off, there was no
room for fear.

“Tell
me how you like to be fucked, Lilly.”

Speechless,
I just stared at him.  I’d never been confronted with such a question.

“From
the back, on all fours?  From the front with your legs wrapped around my neck? 
Tied and bound?”

“I…”

“If
you're not sure, how about we try this.”  He leaned over me, pushed my skirt up
to my waist and brought his mouth over me to suck hard on my clitoris.

I
gripped the bedcover as his tongue worked its magic.

“You
bring out the beast in me,” he growled.  Setting the tip of his tongue over my
clit, he looked up at me with eyes as ferocious as a cougar’s.

As
I gasped with delight at his every move, he sat up and straddled me, his hard
cock set against the moisture that awaited him.  With a languid finger, he
traced a line around one breast then the other.  “Imagine, you, a nun.  What a
terrible waste that would have been.  To have this body covered up forever and
ever.” He grinned.  “The thought actually turns me on.  Maybe someday you can
put on the veil and I’ll find a way to get under your robe.”

I
was shocked, but tickled by the thought, and when he ran his cock up and down
against my hot and wet lips, I was tickled even more.  “Rial,” I groaned,
suddenly too aroused to think straight.

“Yes. 
Say it again.  I love the way you purr my name.”

“Rial.”

“Tell
me you want it, Lilly.  Tell me you want my cock.  You want it to fill you,
don’t you?”

I
groaned and tried to get a grasp on the reason I was really there.  I’d come
for answers.  I’d come to find the truth.

Was
this the truth?  Being with him?  Like this?

“Look
at how wet you are; like a real naughty girl.”

“I’m
not.”

“Oh,
yes you are.  A hot, sexy naughty girl who wants to have her brains fucked out,
despite her uptight, religious upbringing.”  He pulled up and held his cock
aloft, just inches away from the molten heat that would consume me if he didn’t
do something.  “Say it.  Say you want me.”  He tapped my clit with the tip of
his cock.