The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (3 page)

“
Mmm
, yes, Andre. Yes. Please.
Fuck me. I need you, Andre. I need you now.” Hannah bit down on her lip.

“Oh, God, Hannah, I just want to pleasure you every day of
your life, spoil you. Make you my queen.”

“
Mmm
, oh, baby,”
Hannah
groaned as her pussy throbbed uncontrollably,
anticipating his touch.

Andre held on to Hannah with his firm, strong hands. He then
made his sweet sexual invasion. His thrust was hard and fast as Hannah’s pussy
tightened around his hard, long cock. His erection pumped back and forth inside
her walls. They were like animals in the wild, without a care in the world. Andre
fucked her hard and good as the sound of wet skin slapping skin became louder.
She then came violently. Andre’s muscles had spasm with orgasmic release soon
after.

Later, Andre and Hannah lay on the plush bed in the private
bedroom on the aircraft, holding each other. Hannah could hear Andre’s
thundering strong heart beat as she pressed her head on his chest. Both had
dried off earlier and blow-dried their wet hair before retiring to bed. They’d had
fun, pleasuring each other and appreciating each other’s body. Hannah was
beside herself. Never in her life had she thought she could be this close to a
man.

The thought just dawned on her that he had just washed every
private area of her body!

Hours later, they had touched down in Toronto Island Airport
on the island near Andre’s condominium on the beautiful large Lake Ontario. The
water glistened under the bright early morning sunshine. Canada was so
beautiful. Breathtaking. She was glad he had decided they should leave the U.S.
until they had things sorted out with the security breach in Vegas.

Hannah’s mind was still whirling from her experience on Andre’s
jet. It seemed so surreal. How on earth had her life gotten so
damned…intriguing? Larger than life!

Shit, they’d just had mind-blowing sex up in the air in the
shower and then got cosy in his luxury bed on the aircraft before having a
delicious full breakfast with freshly squeezed orange juice on the plane. She
had felt as if she were in a hotel rather than an airplane.

“You okay
,?
Andre asked her as they
walked into the private glass elevator that would take them to his penthouse
suite.

“I…am. Yeah.” Hannah felt closer to Andre but also more
self-conscious now. This guy knew every inch of her body and how she reacts to
certain touches. They had been so intimate. It was mind blowing. He had her. He
owned her.

But the question lurking in her mind was where would this
lead? Did she have a future with Mr. Andre Marriage-is-Off-Limits
Corskovi
?

Hannah glanced around the spacious suite after they got off
the private elevator. Andre’s penthouse was surreal. It had a beautiful view of
the Toronto skyline and the
CN
Tower
which
was one of the world’s most awesome tallest standing structures.

“Andre, this is…
.gorgeous
. You own
this suite?”

“The building, my dear. The entire building,” he said in a
matter-of-fact tone as he shuffled through mail that lay on his table. He
seemed to be focused on what he was sifting through more than Hannah’s reaction
to his home.

Hannah glanced with amazement at the beautiful art on the
wall and the open space of the condo with its gold marble floor and gold
fixtures everywhere. It looked more like a hotel lobby or an art gallery than a
private residence.

She hugged herself again and walked around.

“Room service will be up soon with our brunch and my
assistant will be bringing you a new wardrobe of clothes, so no need to worry.”

“Andre?”

“Yes,” he looked up briefly.

“Why are you doing this? I mean, I…I can buy my own things.”

He grinned. “Yes, but I didn’t ask you if you could or
couldn’t. I’m just doing what is necessary Hannah. You are my guest now.” He
continued to sift through the stack of mail on his desk. He singled one of them
out and ripped it open with his gold letter opener that was on his desk.

Hannah’s jaw fell open. “A guest?” Andre didn’t seem to pay
her any mind. Her stomach squeezed. So that was it? The amazing sex on the
plane meant nothing to him? Hannah peered out the enormous tall ceiling to
floor window, her gut tightening in disgust. Who the hell did he think he was?
Coming on with the heat then turning on the cold? Shit, this was probably why
she was never in a relationship before.
A
real
relationship.
She just
couldn’t understand men. Or maybe, she just couldn’t understand Andre-fucking-sexy-
Corskovi
.

Andre’s cell buzzed and he answered it. “Yes, Hans.” For a
while there was silence as he listened then he placed the phone down after
ending the call.

“What is it?” Hannah asked, concerned.

“We’ve confirmed the source of your secret wiretap.” His
pained expression was a stab at Hannah’s heart.

“You have?”

“Yes. It seems as if you have a jealous ex-lover who wants
you dead.”

Hannah’s jaw dropped, she felt her heart stop.

 
“What?” Hannah’s face fell. Her heart
pounded hard against her rib cage. “Somebody wants me
dead
?”

“Yes,
someone whom you’ve had a relationship with,” Andre
Corskovi
asserted as he made his way over to Hannah.
A muscle twitched in his jaw.
His eyes grew dark and dangerous. She wondered whom Andre was angry with? The
stalker? Or Hannah? Was he thinking that she was hiding something from him?
Lying to him about her past?

“A
jealous ex? No. It can’t be,” Hannah shook her head and bit down on her lip,
her defenses fired up a notch. Yeah, like she ever had a real boyfriend before Andre—if
you could call him her boyfriend. She’d never really been intimate with anyone
before! Period.

This
was so absurd on many levels.

Sure
she’d had some casual group dates to the movies when she was younger. But this
was just crazy. Somebody was setting her up, playing a deadly game with her and
she wanted to know who it was and why.

She
peered out at the beautiful panoramic view of the Toronto skyline through Andre’s
enormous ceiling-to-floor windows of his penthouse suite. Tears spilled down
her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around her chest, nasal congestion resulted
from her tears. She hated sounding stuffy.
 
“You don’t understand, Andre,” Hannah sniffled, sounding more tearful
with her stuffed nose than she’d wanted to. “I haven’t
had
a serious relationship before you. This has to be some
mistake.” Her heart was palpitating in her chest and her palms moistened with
sweat.

What
the hell was going on?

The
last twenty-four hours from Vegas to Toronto had been one heck of a wild
experience. It was driving her insane. It was as if she were in some nightmare.
From a jilted wedding, to losing her precious virginity in
the heat of passion to Andre, the man who was supposed to give her away.
Hannah’s emotions seemed so out of control right now. Her mind swirled with all
kinds of horrible thoughts and scenarios. She racked her brain trying to
remember any guys that she’d turn down from dating in the past. Not many asked
her out but there were a few. The wrong types of course. Or at least none that
she thought were serious about her…the ones who were only interested in getting
inside her
panties
instead of inside
her heart.

She
quivered uncontrollably. It was as if the chilling action of whoever was doing
this to her bore through her entire body.

Talk
about adding insult to injury. It wasn’t as if she were a popular kid in
school. She’d kept to herself most of the time.

The
door knocked and Hannah jumped.

“Don’t
be nervous my dear, it’s only room service.” Andre’s cool voice sent another
chill down her spine. He offered her a box of tissues that lay on his side
table then walked over to the door.

Hannah
grabbed a few tissues from the box and dabbed her face before blowing her nose.
She knew she must look like hell. Like a raccoon for sure since her mascara
wasn’t the expensive non-drip kind. She peeked in the mirror on the wall by the
fireplace and continued to dab her face to appear more presentable—not
like a weak ass crybaby. Okay, so she got a bit emotional at times but Hannah
had been through a lot of shit in her life and she wasn’t about to cave in that
easy.

The
only thing she had on her mind right now was Andre.

Sexy,
tall, powerful Andre.

Why was
he being such a jerk about this? Even though he was in a fucked up mood right
now, he was so irresistibly fine! She watched his firm ass move as he made his
way over to the door. She admired his smooth steps with one hand in his pocket,
his tall six foot three frame and dark shiny hair.

Her
defenses began to melt again.

She
should be pissed off at him right now but somehow she wasn’t. What the hell
kind of magic effect did this gorgeous, sinfully sexy man have over her?

Hannah
tried to see it from his point of view but she just couldn’t grasp it right
now. Somebody was going through a crap load of trouble to make her look bad.
And it was working like a bitch! Speaking of bitch, she wasn’t very popular
with the snobby girls in her classes, either. Like the cliques who thought they
were better than anyone else and made it a point to humiliate anyone who wasn’t
wearing the latest tags. They’d always gossip about her and make up stuff that
she must be a lesbian or something. She thought they were so psychotic and had
way too much time on their hands. They were rich girls for sure but would they
have the time of day to screw with her life after high school? Were they behind
this crazy surveillance? No. It couldn’t be. It just didn’t make any sense. She
had always tried to avoid them like the plague.

So who
else could it be? Gustav? His wife? Lance?

Lance?

The
name suddenly popped into her mind. How could she have forgotten? He was the
captain of the high school football team. A jock and a male whore who boasted
about how many girls he’d managed to screw by graduation time. Of course,
Hannah wasn’t one of them. He’d tried to ask her out in secret but she turned
him down. Did he have an agenda to fuck with her after that—since he
couldn’t actually fuck her? His male ego had taken a tumble from the first
girl,
Hannah, that
actually turned him down flat. And
she wasn’t even the prettiest girl in school. Okay, that must have screwed with
his macho mind. He had issues for sure—everyone knew that but Hannah just
wasn’t sure if he was behind all of this.

Shit!
Hanna felt as if she were
turning into some sort of paranoid princess. That was the last thing she
needed.

“Million
dollars for your thoughts, Hannah,” Andre’s cool, smooth voice penetrated her
thoughts as the butler moved the meal cart into the dining area by the window.
The aroma of the brunch was
delicious,
it made
Hannah’s mouth water. The silver tray consisted of freshly baked cinnamon rolls
with icing, tasty fruit pastries, fresh strawberries and orange slices and a
crisp tossed garden salad.

“Thank
you,” Andre said to the butler as he bowed graciously and walked away. The man
was dressed in an expensive black suit with a tie.

Holy cow! It must be so nice to
live like this every day.

Andre’s
dark, sexy eyes turned back to Hannah after they’d seated in the plush dining
area of his condo.

Hannah
drew in a deep breath, “Isn’t it obvious what I’m thinking, Andre?” she
murmured.

“No.”

“Well,
I’m not exactly happy about this whole being filmed business and then…” Hannah
hesitated. Should she tell him how she felt about his accusing tone of voice?

“Well,”
Andre cocked a brow as he picked up a glass of orange juice from the tray and
brought it to his lips.

“I feel
as if you don’t believe me, Andre. You think I’m lying to you. I don’t like the
fact that you don’t trust me.”

Andre
placed his glass on the table and leaned back in his chair, the sun gleaming
through the window accentuating his strong, beautiful facial features.

“You
think I don’t trust you?”

“Yes.”

“Well,
my dear,” his tone lowered, “For one thing, if I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t
have you here in my private residence. Very few people know I live here.
Secondly,” he continued.

           
His
cell phone buzzed again and he looked at the call display before answering it.

           
It
must be a new development from the case. God, she was stunned by how fast these
people worked. In the last twenty-four hours they were able to track down so
much information. Everything could be traced these days.
Cyber
information, digital storage and online records.
It was easy for
detectives to retrieve information, especially detectives with hacking skills,
she guessed. Even items in email trash bins could be easily retrieved. If only
people knew.

These guys could pull information at the speed of light.
This was all making her head spin. Unfortunately, the same goes for the secret
sex video that was lurking somewhere in cyber space waiting to be exposed. She
cringed at the thought and tried to sip on her Green tea to calm herself.

           
Andre
remembered how much she loved drinking Green tea. Hmm. It appeared that nothing
missed his observations. He probably knew she’d always ordered Green tea from
Starbucks whenever they had a staff coffee run at his office. He wasn’t her
direct boss or supervisor but he owned the corporation so it was almost like
the same thing, though they rarely crossed paths at work, since they’d known
each other during childhood and she really didn’t want anyone knowing their
connection. They’d agreed on that point.

           
“Who’s
Elroy James?” Andre asked in a smooth voice after he ended his conversation.

           
“Elroy
James?” Hannah felt a lurch in her stomach. “Andre, I swear to you, I don’t
know an Elroy James. Though…”

           
“Yes,”
Andre asked expectantly.

           
Hannah
sighed. “The name doesn’t sound unfamiliar but I don’t think I can place him.
Why?”

           
“Well
according to my sources, he
registered
 
a
while back with a small
detective agency.”

           
“And?”
Hannah’s curiosity was even more piqued now.

           
“And…he
paid a huge sum of money to have you tracked.”

           
“What?”
Hannah almost choked on her own saliva. Her heartbeat galloped in her throat.

“Why would he want to have me tracked down?”

           
“Well,
I will know more later but in the meantime I want you to keep a low profile and
here,” he said as he handed her a phone he’d retrieved from a side table. “Only
make calls from this cell phone.”

           
“Why?”

           
“Don’t
ask why, Hannah? I can’t tell you at this moment. Only that it is unlikely that
anyone will have the technology to tap this phone.”

           
“Oh?”
Hannah stiffened at his tone. “And what about you, Andre?”

           
“What
about
me?”

           
“Will
you be able to tap this phone?”

           
Andre
cocked a brow and tilted his head slightly. He looked positively handsome when
he wore a trace of sarcasm on his face. “What do you think, Hannah?”

           
Hannah
rolled her eyes and shook her head as she grabbed the phone from Andre. She was
being a bit
confrontative
but who could blame her?
Some idiot she barely knew had her bugged and had a revealing sex tape of her
with Andre, the best man on the night that should have been her wedding night.
If only she knew why?

2.

           
The
next few days went by in a blur. The days melding together as anxiety levels
soared within Hannah’s bloodstream. Andre had been quite distant in some
ways—or troubled, but he hadn’t quite opened up to her about why. She had
enjoyed the sightseeing in Toronto and at Andre’s
insistence,
she had her own personal shopper who catered to her in Toronto’s elite district
in the Yorkville area. She’d heard that
Yorkville
was one of the most luxurious shopping
streets in North America, being compared to New York's
Fifth Avenue
.

She had also been pampered in a private spa for the wealthy
while sipping delicious Strawberry
Daiquiri
in
a tall glass with a yellow umbrella and slice of strawberry. She’d felt as if
she were in heaven—or she felt as if she were one of those Hollywood
A-list stars and almost felt a pang of guilt for enjoying the luxuries. All her
life she’d been working herself hard and taking care of her mother. Luxury and
being pampered was so not her thing.

Still, it annoyed her like crazy that Andre was away from
her most of the time with all kinds of business meetings—around the
clock. She’d spoken to her mother a few times to make sure that she was okay.
Thankfully Andre had thought of everything and had twenty-four hour care for
her mother with her own private duty nurse and occupational therapist.

Hannah
felt so indebted to Andre. But she wanted more than just his kind gestures or
his unlimited supply of gold cards and cash. She craved Andre. The man. The
lover. Not his worldly possessions. She wanted all of him and nothing less.

Her
body hungered for his touch again. Why was he cooling off her all of a sudden?
They barely touched in the last few days, literally.

The
luxury high rise condominium itself was quite a sight with its million-dollar
health spa and gymnasium equipped with the best exercise machines with
expensive monitors and flat screen TVs for those who wanted a little
distraction while they worked out. Still part of her felt like a prisoner in
this glass and concrete paradise. She wasn’t free to return back home. Not yet,
anyway. Andre had insisted that she remain in Canada.