My Billionaire Stranger (25 page)

Chapter 32

Consciousness is unwelcome but it creeps into my mind anyway; unsure of my surroundings I drowsily open my eyes to allow in dim light. “There’s my beautiful girl.” Blinking to adjust to the light, I realize I’m in Marcus’s bed, in my nightgown, and curled up in our familiar sleeping position. At first I ignore the feeling of doom building just below the surface, but then it comes at me all at once, I’m fully awake and the events of the day rush in. A crazy woman in my room, freaking out, Nick missing, Mr. Black in a panic and then the overwhelming fear that a stranger came so close to attacking me.

“What happened?”

“You fainted baby, you’re ok, I called my physician, and he came to the house and checked you over. He said the fainting was related to the stress of the situation, I told him you have a history of trauma in your past. I’ve been waiting for you to come around,” He speaks softly into my hair.

“You told a stranger what happened to me?”

“No, no, just that you had an incident when you were young that might have caused you to react severely to stress, no details, nothing, I promise.”

“Did you find her? Are you sure she’s out of the house? How did she get past security?” I rapidly fire questions at him as they flood my mind.

“No. We haven’t found her. The property, main house, pool house everything has been searched, she’s not here.” This doesn’t provide me with any comfort…at all. All I can think is
she could still be in the house.
I need to get out of here, I know it’s insane but I want to go home, to
my
home, where I have never been afraid, never been touched when I’m sleeping, where a woman has never broken in with a knife! I know better than to bring it up with Marcus though, he will likely never let me out of his sight again. Against my better judgment I start mentally planning my escape. Maybe I can slip out when he’s asleep; he takes sleeping pills after all. They don’t last long though, he’s built up immunity to them over the years, so my window of opportunity would be small, and not to mention the security I’d have to get past. Security, yea right, if Marcus’s security is so great, how the hell did someone get in here? Mr. Black is on hyper alert now though so it’s going to be more difficult than ever. Maybe after work I’ll go home to my apartment instead of here, if he hasn’t sold my damn place yet! How can I bring that up without suspicion? …Nope, not going to happen. Fuck, being here suddenly feels like prison instead of heaven, how could this happen? An intruder in my room…that’s how.

“Imani…are you ok, how do you feel?”

“Uh yea, fine.” I lie “Did you find Nick?” A warm hand begins traveling down my arm, pulling me into the curve of his body. I swear if I believed in stuff like mind reading I would think he just read mine, that he knows I’m going to run. He has after all have a knack for that.

“No, Black is following a lead. Don’t run.” Oh. My. God. He
can
read my mind!

“What?”

“I know you’re scared, and worried about the breech in security today and I have no answers for you right now, it’s logical you would want to run. But baby don’t. Believe me, your safer here with me than anywhere else, we may have had a glitch tonight and I know that it is making you fucking crazy but please…you have to see that being here with some security is better than your place with none. And we don’t know the motive, give me some time to see what we can find.” He is right, but it doesn’t make me want to run any less, as irrational as it is I need to get out of here and apparently he has a direct line to my thoughts, so there’ll be no tricking him.

“I know you’re right. But you can’t babysit me 24/7, nor I you. I’m sure your safety is more at risk than mine, she didn’t hurt me, why do you think that is? She knows this house; maybe it was a message or a threat. Did you find anything more on the video before I passed out?”

“As far as I can tell she came in near an upstairs guest room, the window alarm was turned off, but only that one. She came in on the balcony; I think Nick was in on it. There is absolutely no other way she could have gotten in here without being detected.” Well that’s just great, I liked Nick, and figures it turns out he’s crooked.

“How long has Nick been with you?”

“A long time, ten years,” he sounds pained, being betrayed by a long-standing employee has to hurt.

“Why do you think he did it?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbow to look into his eyes.

“I have no idea Imani. I paid him more than he could ever make anywhere else I don’t think we had any issues, none that I remember anyway.” He stills and I know he’s said something he hadn’t intended to…

“What do you mean? Are you having memory problems again?”

“No.”  And there it is, his eyes shift ever so slightly to the left and downward, he’s lying. Or he’s hiding something from me. He knows how much I worry about that fucking tumor and he would probably keep any memory problems or pain from me to prevent me from worrying. .

“You are aren’t you?”

“I am perfectly fine.”

Fuck that word ‘fine’ I hate it!

“Please Marcus, I know you don’t want me to worry, in fact you insist I don’t. Why won’t you give me some peace of mind and see the neurologist about that damned tumor!” There I said it, “Tumor”; we’ve been avoiding it since the beginning, but no more. “Ok let’s talk about my tumor Imani. You love me yes?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Have you noticed no one else does? No one I know, employ or am related to can stand to be near me. They all hate me, and with good reason. While you have been sleeping at night I have been watching old videos from the security’s data base here and at Dominus trying to figure out why. I do remember things… certain things, some parts of my life are crystal clear but others, it’s as if my brain scrambled the memories and feelings and now I can’t make sense of them. Most are negative memories, I can tell you that. Interesting though… I remember everything about my business and Megan’s life, my mother, my parents, growing up. It’s the more recent years I have trouble with.”

He’s been so lost, much more so than I could have ever imagined. And how would I have known, we only met mere weeks ago. “Did you learn anything from the videos?”

Sighing heavily he uncharacteristically fiddles with the edge of the blanket, so unlike the confident cocky man I have come to know. “I was a motherfucker Imani, the way I treated my staff, God, I was an incorrigible beast. And from what I can gather I was involved with some very dangerous people and into some…. dark and strange things, to put it mildly. I am sure you have felt it, the fear, the hesitancy from people when I am around and the surprise when they see us together.”

“Yes…I’ve suspected you must have had a serious personality change since the accident, but I didn’t know you had lost so much of your memory.”

“Not all lost, it’s all there, just very jumbled up.”

“So why not get help, maybe it’s operable, you could go back to…” It occurs to me then, he doesn’t want to remember, he wants to keep his mind in the dark about his past and continue to be the man he is now…. for me.

“Ahhh, beautiful
and
brilliant. She has unearthed my secret, and opened Pandora’s box in the process.”

“You don’t
want
to change do you?” I breathe as he, closes his eyes briefly, while rubbing the back of his neck.

“No. I do not want to be that man. I will not.” I need to have him inside of me, to be as close as we can possibly be. This man is willing to risk his life leaving a ticking time bomb in his brain so he can continue to be the man I love, the man who loves me.

“No more talking,” I try my hand at being in control, but as usual he takes the reigns. Pushing me gently onto my back he hovers over me pressing the scruff of his five o'clock shadow against my cheek, he whispers in my ear, “I love you, my beautiful Imani.”

“I love you too Marcus.” I feel him smile against my face as I melt into the mattress underneath him, all of my anxiety regarding the armed intruder evaporating. His scent intoxicates me, fear dissipates and is replaced by spearmint, eucalyptus and just Marcus.

“I’m going to kiss you from here…” He drops a kiss on my forehead “To here…” He moves to place another on my neck. “And…here.” Painfully slow he trails more kisses down to my navel and above the swell of each hip, one and then the other. A shiver of anticipation travels up my spine and I wonder where he is going to explore next. Unable to continue any further hindered by his cast, he turns to his side and reaches behind my bare knee. He has changed my clothes while I was unconscious, how ironic that Marcus would be tending to me the way I did him at the beginning of our journey.

Kissing the inside of my thigh he continues to narrate his actions until he arrives at the top of my foot. He holds my leg in both hands kissing my foot and the tip of each toe. “And finally here,” 

“Is someone watching us from the security room?” I blurt out, I can’t help it, the thought explodes in my mind and  flows directly from my mouth.

Marcus pauses before answering, “Yes, everything, everywhere, everyone, at all times, always and especially now.” Well I asked for it, now I know. I need to figure out a way not to feel so exposed.

“Can we turn out the lights, can they see us in the dark?”

“Yes we can, and no, they can only use the night vision outside for now, I’m having the system updated to include the inside of the house tomorrow. For now they can only see outlines, no details with the lights off.”

“Ok, I defiantly need the lights off then.” I’ll miss being able to see him naked, I love to watch him loving me, but right now I need to feel that it’s just us, just Marcus and I, no one else. He moves away from me to switch off the bedside lamp that I’ve never known to be turned off before. I slip the silk and lace nightie over my head and remove my already soaked panties before I feel him return to my side. Strong hands glide over my body and his mouth covers mine tenderly but I have no patience for taking things slow tonight. I turn to face him on our sides and arch my back, pressing my breasts against the soft hair that smatters his chest. I beg for more using only my body and he understands, he always knows what I need, what I want, what I’m thinking. It’s as if our souls are connected, like we were made for each other by our creator, beyond body and mind, connected by the universe, two halves of one whole. I wrap my leg around his waist grinding the wet heat of my core into his still fully clothed body I protest the barrier between us, pulling at his skin-tight Henley shirt that shows every muscle on his athletic body. Obliging, he lifts up to pulls it over his head with one hand, only breaking our kiss to pass the material between us. I work on his belt and soft jeans until he kicks them off and we’re pressed against each other naked, hot, and bare.

“I want you up here… on my mouth.” Shit I’m glad I had him turn out the lights. He tugs at my hips rolling onto his back he brings me with him until I’m straddling his waist.

“No. Here” He grabs my ass with both hands to guide me where he wants me to be and I realize what he’s actually saying. “Hold on to the bed, up here.”  He points above his head to the wooden slats that make up the headboard.  Marcus is in control and as always I have no inhibitions. I do as I’m told and move up his body, grabbing the slats, until I’m hovering, trembling over his face, his mouth looking down at his shadowed figure.

“I wish the lights were on baby, I want to see you like this, spread open for me, so wet, always so wet for me.” He slips one long finger between my folds plunging deep and curling it until it hits the spot that makes me writhe against his hand. I gasp and drop my head forward. Removing his finger he slides both hands around my ass, pulling me down onto his face his tongue blazes my crease, ass to clit in one sudden hungry sweep.

“Ahh God!” I grip the slats until my fingers ache as Marcus circles his tongue around my clit mercilessly, rotating between plunging his tongue inside of me, around my bundle of nerves and back further to my ass, over and over. “God Marcus, I’m gonna come I can’t wait!” I pant as every muscle in my body coils, preparing for release and I come apart over him, scream ing unintelligibly clenching my legs, thrusting into him, spasms rock through me with the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“You’re gorgeous when you let go baby.” Still stunned I can’t make my hands let go of the bed, but I look down into the outline of his face.

“How can you see me…in the dark.” I ask, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t have to see you to know, the sounds you make, my God Imani, those whimpers and moans paint a lovely picture.” I smile into the dark; he untucks my legs from under his shoulders to help me slide down his body. His rock hard cock presses against me, the tip touching my ass my palms are flat against his chiseled chest as he slides his hands to cup both of my sensitive breasts, stroking them with his thumbs, bringing them to hard peaks. The need for him to be inside me is dizzying.

“Please….” I beg and instantly he is sitting up, sliding me back over his length effortlessly he enters me balls deep. We melt into a lotus position wrapped in each others arms. I’m beginning to forget about that cast of his more and more. This is what I needed, craved, longed for. I bury my face into his damp neck, savoring the feel of him being so deep and so still, breathing him in. He’s admitted in the past that he has trouble taking it slow with me, and this time is no different. He tilts his hips upward and I start to glide up and down over his silky cock. Marcus guides me where he wants me to go, keeping the tempo by digging his fingers into my hips when he wants more and releasing when he is too close. Pulling away from his neck, I thread my fingers through his hair; our lips crash together, his tongue penetrates my mouth at the same pace he fills me with is cock. He’s frantic under me, and I love being the one who makes him loose control this way. Grunting with every thrust his big hands spread over my ass, lifting me repeatedly he slams into my body and that familiar electric jolt starts in my chest traveling warp speed to my core. Marcus feels my walls spasming around his swollen ready cock and he follows me voraciously with his own release, yelling my name, pulsing inside me, filling me. Holding each other tight in a calming afterglow, I’m completely sated and exhausted from the stress of the day and the ecstasy Marcus always brings me in the bedroom. I’m limp in his arms as he lies back with me still straddling him. I’m tortured by the decision before me. I rest my head on his chest as he pulls the covers over us he smooth’s his hand up and down my back over the sheet.