Stolen Rapture (3 page)

"Is this what you want?" Cord asked her, his hand still stroking deliberately. He leaned forward and caught her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath, then he eased back and pushed his cock into her mouth. She started to suck and his fingers in her hair tugged hard. "What did I say? When I tell you to suck."

Her eyes were huge and she went still. He waited a few moments longer, then nodded and her tongue started doing things to him that made the muscles of his thighs go rigid with the control he imposed on himself. She sucked at the turgid head of his cock, her tongue lapping at the weeping slit, then circling repeatedly before she took him deep in her throat and sucked hard, holding him so tight his body tensed.

When she was sure he was going to climax, he pulled her away and dragged her into his lap. She could feel the heat of his cock between her legs, but he held her away just enough that she couldn't impale herself on the thick length of him. His mouth closed on one nipple, tongue lapping at her before his teeth scraped over her sensitive skin and he bit, the pain made her moan loudly. Fingers plucked at her other breast, and he pinched and kneaded her flesh. Her thighs were wet, the slick moisture dripping out of her, coating them both as her pussy clenched and throbbed.

Cord finally eased away and stood, turned her back to him again. He placed her palms on the desktop after he cleared it with a single sweep of his arm. He spread her legs wide and she choked back a scream when he thrust into her hard and deep, his cock buried to the hilt inside her. She wiggled against him, her body adjusting to the size of him, and his hands covered hers on the desk.

He pulled out almost completely, and slammed into her again, quickly setting a rhythm that was intense and rapid. The only sounds in the small office were the whimpers of pleasure he wrung from her, and the slick wet sounds of sex. He took her to the edge, but held back, waiting until she was panting and her body gleamed with sweat.

She begged, and he pounded into her until she screamed, and he let the delayed orgasm tear through her. Her cunt clenched around him, muscles contracting and clutching as she spasmed over and over. She never wanted it to end.

When he let her go and stepped back, she fell across the desk, her throat raw with the effort to drag in air and breathe normally again. She wondered if she'd be able to stand up without falling at his feet, her knees possessed all the strength of liquid.

She closed her eyes and time lost any meaning. Cord's voice cut through the haze, and she had a moment of panic wondering if she'd actually passed out for a few minutes.

"Get dressed, we'll have dinner and continue this at your apartment."

She heard the strain in his voice and confusion filled her. Forcing herself to move, she did as he asked and they left the studio without another word between them.

* * * * *

A week after their relationship had taken a wild turn with the amazing sex in her office, Cord asked her to attend a private showing at Falcon's Flight. She still hadn't met Rahve Falcon and curiosity was making his continued absence intriguing. She took another look at her reflection in the mirror and chewed her bottom lip, annoyed that she was being so ridiculous about her appearance.
What the hell did it matter if Rahve found her attractive or not?
Still, she went to change for what must have been the fifth time. The sound of the doorbell interrupted her walk to the closet and she glanced at her watch, startled by the hour.

"Shit," she muttered, aware that she was out of time because Cord expected her to be ready to go. She opened the door and the familiar sense of suddenly drowning began to envelope her. He was devastating, as always. Dressed in tailored casual that probably cost what the average person earned in a month, he smiled and drew her into his arms.

"Are you ready to go? Rahve is expecting me to be there when this party starts," he said, pulling back to look at her.

She was acutely conscious of his gaze, his stunning odd eyes scanning every curve and line of her body. Already the flare of lust in his eyes had her pussy pulsing, and she stood still, knowing if she moved before he wanted her to, he'd torment her into an arousal that would be unfulfilled and frustrating for most of the evening.

Approval lit his eyes and he smiled. "You look amazing. Red is your color."

She shivered just a little at the sincerity in his words, and was glad she'd bought the new dress. It was cut with a jagged hemline, and a halter style top that was slit almost to her waist. Silver stilettos finished the ensemble.

She picked up the silvery wrap she'd chosen to go with the dress and he took it from her, holding it as she turned her back to him and he settled it over her shoulders. He pulled her back against his chest and kissed the side of her neck while his fingers slid down the front opening of the dress. He tugged the clingy material open, exposing her breasts so he could cup her flesh in his palms and pinch her nipples until they were pebbled so hard they hurt. His tongue played over the pulse at the base of her neck, and she trembled when she felt the scrape of his teeth.

"Do we have to go to this party?"

He turned her around to face him and kissed her, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, tasting her, drinking her in as frantically as she was him. He drew back and his eyes burned into hers as he smiled and pulled her dress back into place.

* * *

Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had fucked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm.

He went to join them.

"Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord.

"Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna Jordan. Baby, this is my partner—"

"Boss."

"Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."

"It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise.

"Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied.

"I'm not surprised," Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you, that would be lovely."

Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne.

She shrugged with false indifference and strolled into the crowd, fully aware of Cord's eyes watching every move she made. The night was going to be a long one. The thought had barely passed into her awareness when she felt someone staring at her, the look almost a tangible touch that brushed her spine and made her entire body tingle.

There are things Cord should have told you.
Rahve's voice was inside her head somehow and she looked around, trying to locate him in the large crowd. Chills that had nothing to do with the actual temperature make her quiver. She closed her eyes, her equilibrium gone as the room faded to grey shadows. Her last thought was that she'd never fainted in her life, and this was not the time to start.

* * *

Deluna woke in a quiet room. Subdued lighting and soft music created an atmosphere of tranquility. She sighed and smiled, loving the sense of serene peace that filled her.

"Welcome back to the real world."

Her eyes flew open and she gasped. Sitting at the foot of a huge bed was Rahve Falcon, his presence filling the room. He was a gorgeous man; even more attractive than Cord, and until tonight she really hadn't believed that was possible. It wasn't his physical appearance that made him so alluring, though, it was the sense of power that he wore as easily as he did his designer suit. When you looked at Rahve you could easily believe he controlled everything around him effortlessly.

"Where's Cord?"

Rahve's smile was tinged with irony. "I would have thought you'd have something vastly more amusing to say than that."

She sat up and realized she was covered by a sheet and nothing more. She clutched the satiny material to her and her panicked gaze swept the room. A slash of scarlet caught her eye and she recognized her dress draped over a chair.

"What the hell happened to me?"

"You fainted at my party," he told her. "Cord believes you were drugged. Impossible given you hadn't consumed even a mouthful of champagne. Of course you might have taken something prior to coming here."

Deluna ignored the last part of Rahve's statement. "Where is he?" She heard the breath of fear in her voice, and Rahve shook his head, clearly recognizing the emotion.

"The last thing I remember is your voice in my head, even though you were on the other side of the room," she whispered, afraid he'd answer, and equally afraid he would tell her she was crazy and imagining things.

"What did I say?"

She frowned and tried to recall the exact words. When she looked at him and spoke, her voice was barely audible. "Something about things he should have told me. What things?"

"Ask him."

"I'm asking you."

Rahve had taken a few steps away and he strolled back and sat next to her. The heat that radiated from his body scorched her through the thin sheet, and for a few seconds, Deluna wanted him to touch her. He smiled, and she squirmed a little.

"Cord thinks he can control you, doesn't he?" Rahve's laughter rumbled over her like a wave of heat caressing her entire body, inside and out. "He thinks if he ties your hands or blindfolds you he's in control." Rahve's dark eyes gleamed. "You and I know there's so much more he doesn't understand about you."

Deluna knew her face was stained scarlet with embarrassment, and she stared at him, unable to answer. A soft knock at the door saved her from a conversation with Rahve that she knew was a lot more dangerous than she was ready for.

"Don't look so worried, Deluna," Rahve said. He smiled, a lazy, sensual shift of his handsome features. "Cord will think I've been seducing you."

She had no answer for him, and was distinctly relieved when he walked away, opened the door, and Cord came in.

* * * * *

Laughter was the first reply, then a heavy hand settled on his shoulder a moment before Rahve's richly layered voice rumbled near Cord's ear. "Reread your contract if the terms weren't clear enough for your understanding. I know you want to create something that is exclusively for Deluna, but she's not part of the deal here."

"I thought you of all people would be happy to see her have something special," Cord replied.

Rahve's eyebrow arched and his smile was mocking. "Why would you think that?"

Cord's eyes glittered and his mood darkened. "Might have something to do with the way you watch her," he growled quietly. "The way you watched her just before she passed out at your house. The way you watch me fuck her," he added, challenging the older man to deny it. The past had been repeated so often it was expected now.