The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (14 page)

“That’s it, Star, fucking cum. Squirt all over me you horny fucking bitch, your pussy loves to be owned. CUM!” The pressure exploded, coating his fingers and mouth in wave after wave of my release. I felt the wetness running down and pooling at my butt cheeks. If I wasn’t completely limp in a state of euphoria I would have been embarrassed. “My cock wants to swim in you, Star. You cum like a porn star.”

He flipped me onto my front. Raising my ass in the air, he swiped his tongue from the front of my slit and over my throbbing clit, dipping into my core before travelling up the seam of my ass. I wriggled, trying to pull forward but his grip was too strong. His tongue circled the forbidden hole there. His palm came down hard on my ass cheek, making me squeak. “Bring your feet down, Star, so you’re bent over the table.” I did as he commanded, having to reach up on my tip toes to keep my ass in line with his hips. My breasts squished against the cool wood, giving my sensitive nipples some relief from the ache of needing simulation.

Kicking my ankles to part them, my legs spread wide to give him the access he demanded. Grabbing two handfuls of my ass cheeks, he parted them. The head of his cock leaked pre-cum, making my pussy hungrier for him, the waves of fluttering need begging to be sated.

“Your pussy is a greedy little thing; it needs to learn to share.” With that he pushed his way through the ring of muscle, straight inside my ass, making me screech. The pressure was different and although it stung and I wanted to push out the feel of him, there was pleasure.

“You need to warn people, Dante!” I chastised, to only gain a mocking chuckle.

“Belle, your ass loves strangling my cock. Your body remembers me, just let it lead you.”

As insane as that was, I did. I let my body remind me of Dante because he was the only grasp on life I had. It was so scary, an abyss inside myself. I needed the comfort of him owning me and he did, the pizza forgotten, the pictures splayed out around us while he gave me new memories. They were brutal but I could touch them.

“I CAN JUST ORDER A fresh one.”

Smiling, I shook my head. “It’s fine reheated.” I would have eaten the pizza cold at that point. My stomach was going to eat itself soon, I was that hungry. I felt a little awkward, like I had given up sex on a first date, kind of slutty.

He struggled to turn on the oven. There were a million different knobs and it took up nearly half the back wall with numerous burners; it was impressive. “I take it I do the cooking?” I joked, going over to help him.

He stared at me. He did that a lot which made me uneasy. It was like I was the stranger to him not the other way around. “We have a cook but I gave her some time off due to your memory loss.” Throwing the box down he stormed past me, making me flinch from the hostility of his demeanor.

Guilt swarmed me; it was my fault this was happening. If I hadn’t been so selfish with my own desires and needs, he wouldn’t be living with a stranger. Thoughts of everything that had happened raced through my mind. Why, if we were in love enough to get married, would I have been so indulgent to my own needs, enough that I would make him play along and make it happen? What a selfish, horrible person I must have been to force him into that. How could I have ever wanted that? I didn’t remember the person I was but surely I would have the same urges as her, and the thought of being held captive and degraded would forever be my worst fear. There was nothing sexually desirable about what I lived through in those last few weeks.

My breath hitched when I thought of Maria. Who was she? And as a fiancé madly in love, how would I ever be okay with my fiancé shoving his dick down her throat?

Opening the box of pizza and grabbing a slice, I followed him, finding him in an office with his head in his hands. I gingerly approached him, nervous of his mood. “I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. I hated that I was doing this to him.

His head lifted, his arms reaching out. My body felt the invisible tug. Going to him, I crawled into his lap, curling my legs up and into myself. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it will come.” I breathed in the whiskey from his breath as he spoke.

“Tell me about everything, Dante. Where was that place you held me?”

Waiting a few silent beats, he paused before he answered. “I have a lab and an office built on some of the property. I’m not one for sharing a work space. I made some remodels to accomplish what you had in mind.”

My stomach alerted me to the fact the cold slice of pizza was still in my hand and not my empty stomach. I flushed, a little embarrassed that he heard.

“Let me order fresh. I have someone who brings me what I need.”

What did he mean by that? Didn’t he just call a pizza house like everyone else? I shook my head and nibbled on the cheese around the crust. “Why did you let Maria… su…do what she did?” I tried to keep the jealously from my tone but I failed, making me wince faintly at my questioning.

He shifted me so my eyes met his. “She was your idea, Star. You said it would make things more believable.” I didn’t feel like he was talking about me. I hated that he let her do that now I know who he was and what we were.

“Did you do anything else with her?”

His deep laugh rocked my body with his. “You’re jealous? She was nothing, Star. I was thinking about you the whole time I was down her throat! And oral was all you would allow. You don’t like to share.” Now that sounded more like the person I was discovering I was.

“What about the others?”

His postures stiffened. “Malik works for me. I’ve known him for a very long time and we both trust him impeccably. The other one worked for you and is gone now.” A chill raced through me with the sickening feeling that accompanied any thoughts of Theo.

“What do you mean gone?” I had a foggy memory of him telling me Theo had paid with his life but he didn’t mean…did he?

His fingers pinched into the flesh of my thigh. “Gone. Don’t ask about him again.” I heeded his warning; his tone was deadly leaving a shiver to rattle through me.

Rubbing my hand over his to try to loosen his grip, I continued. “What do I do, work wise?”

Cupping my face in his palm, his lips stroked over mine. “You’re an artist. It was always your dream. I have some of your work over there.”

An artist? Wow! My eyes roamed the walls and stopped on a painting. It was of the house, the one in the south of France, only it was Dante instead of me in the image. It was so lifelike. “What about my family?”

He maneuvered me from his lap briskly, causing me to blink at him in surprise. “You’re asking a lot of questions.” Fidgeting from foot to foot now he’d removed me from his lap, I felt dejected and nervous. I hated not knowing his limits; hated not knowing the dynamics of us.

“I need answers because everything was erased. I just wondered if I had family,” I replied sharply, standing up.

His hands grasped the back of my neck, tilting my face up to his. “I’m your family! That’s all you need to know. Now it’s been a long day, you need to go rest.” He dropped his hold and pointed to the door. Embarrassment colored my cheeks. He was dismissing me like a child, sending me to bed.

I lay awake that night, until my body gave out. But I knew he never came in the room. Nor did he sleep in our bed.

THE HOUSE WAS HUGE, THE many walls, though countless and far apart, still felt claustrophobic in their need to contain me inside something I was unfamiliar with. I needed to get out, find open space, somewhere that would allow me room to breathe and feel free.

Dante had informed me a few hours ago that he would be in his office and I was to reacquaint myself with the house, to explore at my leisure. He laughed, saying I wasn’t a prisoner but his humor was lost on me; it was too soon for me to make jokes about everything that had come to pass. I thought walking around the house would help but it was as lonely as it was large. Nothing felt like mine, although my
fiancé
had been insistent that it was. The many pictures of the two of us adorning the walls soothed me in one respect, but they also taunted me, laughing at my inability to remember them.

Sighing, I climbed the wide staircase to the upper floor. Malik walked towards me with a warm smile on his face. His height would have given him an almost gangly appearance if it wasn’t for his width. “Hey. How are you?” His gentle eyes brought a soft sense of comfort.

I shrugged. “I…”

He reached towards me and placed his hand on the top of my arm, rubbing up and down in an effort to quell my unease. “It’ll come, Star. Just give it time.” Something flashed across his eyes, I couldn’t ascertain what it was but I smiled back.

“I know. It’s just… hard. I…” Tears filled my eyes and I blinked them back, pushing away the feeling of loneliness.

“Hey.” His arms wrapped around me, his warm body giving me reassurance as his chin rested on the top of my head. It felt strange having him be so familiar with me despite the fact he had seen me naked and played a big role in my fake kidnapping. I understood from what Dante had told me that I knew Malik and with only having memories of the few people around me from the past weeks, I felt connected to him and in a weird way. “I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through but I know everything will work out.”

I nodded, though my words contradicted my optimism. “Will it?”

He sighed then reared back, his eyes flicking up to the camera sat in the corner of the ceiling. “I promise.” It was said in a whisper but his eyes held mine for a moment too long. “Dante is demanding more tests to be carried out on the drug they gave you. And I know Dante better than anyone. He’ll make sure it’s sorted soon.”

I narrowed my eyes and tipped my head. “You know him better than I’m supposed to? I thought we were childhood sweethearts.”

He chuckled. “You are, Star, but I’ve been his friend and have worked for him a long time. I know what time he wakes, what he likes for breakfast. Hell, I even know the length of his dick.” My eyes widened but he laughed and winked at me. “I have to go, the Master calls.”

A shiver racked through my body with his words, and although they were meant in jest, the way he called Dante
Master
prickled something inside me, memories of the last few weeks haunting me. He clicked his tongue and stroked my arm again before disappearing down the stairs. I watched him vanish then turned back and walked towards
our
bedroom.