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Samuel steps closer to me. I look down on him, my height giving me an advantage, as well as being the one in complete and total control of this negotiation. “You will treat her well and she will never know that she was given to you to wipe out the debt we owe to you.”
My heart roars with victory. “She will be treated with respect,” I reply. I make no mention of keeping the debt from her. When the time is right, she deserves to know she was sold to me. “Well, now that the matter of the payment of your debt has been negotiated and settled, you will take me to her. Now,” I command. They exchange a glance and then turn on their heels and lead me to the most intoxicatingly beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.
As we near the pair, I get my first real glimpse of her beauty. Her wide blue eyes search my face. I’d say she’s intrigued by the way she slightly licks her full, bloodred lips. They beg to be kissed, devoured, and the need in me to commandeer her body sends a shiver down my spine.
We come to a stop mere meters from her where an older man stands with his hand on her. I want to break his wrist for daring to touch what is mine. I hold back though, needing to appear gentlemanly in these circumstances, otherwise she won’t come with me willingly. He finally leaves and I breathe a sigh of relief for the first time. Marie leans in and hugs her daughter, and I want to pull her away after what both her and her husband have just done. She doesn’t deserve to see her daughter, let alone touch her. But instead, I remain calm and allow it, since this will be the very last time she ever lays a finger on her.
“Rebecca, honey, we would like to introduce you to someone.” Samuel stops short, turning to face me. My eyes never leave hers though. “This is Alexander Black. Alexander, let me introduce you to my beautiful daughter, Rebecca.”
I take a step forward, finding her left hand and bringing it to my mouth. I need to touch her, claim her in front of her parents. I kiss her hand gently, not wanting to frighten her away. Keeping my lips connected with her flesh longer than I should have but needing to. She is shorter than she appeared from across the way, coming to just below my shoulders.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rebecca.” Her eyes capture me. The light ice blue irises stare back at me, completely opposite to my own dark blue ones. “Will you accompany me for a walk around the room?” Her eyes leave mine for a moment, no doubt getting her parents’ permission before accepting. I want to inform her that they no longer have the authority to ask her to do anything. That role is now mine and mine alone.
“It would be my pleasure, sir,” she replies. Her voice like silk. The way she calls me sir makes my cock throb and ache. I can’t let her go now even if I wanted to. I pull her hand to sit in the crook of my arm and I start to lead her away from her parents. I would prefer to get her to come away from here willingly tonight. However, I’m not adverse to taking her by force. She is payment after all. She is mine.
“So, Mr. Black, I’ve never seen you at one of my parents’ functions before. Are you a new work associate?” she asks as I walk us over to a quiet corner of the room where we’ll have less chance of being overheard.
“No. Your father has done work for me in the past.” I pause a moment, giving her a chance to let that soak in. “He works for me, not the other way around, sweetheart. I came tonight as I needed to see him in person.” The moment our eyes met, I wanted to claim her tonight, but I’m not about to tell her that;. Unless it becomes absolutely necessary.
“My father has his own company, so how could he work for you?” she asks.
Smart girl, she listened to what I said to her. “I gave him a lot of money when things weren’t going too well with his company and so far, he hasn’t paid it back.”
“Oh, but he will, Daddy always pays his debts.” She smiles at me.Oh, sweetheart, if only you knew how they just paid for this one.I smile at her, wanting her comfortable with me. I reach out and place my hands gently on her shoulders. Her skin feels incredibly soft beneath my touch. I see the flare of passion dancing in her eyes.
“Why don’t we stop talking about your parents and start talking about us?” I see the way the worduschanges her expression. And I take full advantage. “I want you to come with me tonight. Let’s go have some fun, together.”
“Okay,” she breathes, her cheeks turning red. My cock twitches in my pants again, getting harder by the second. I imagine her laid out on my bed; her blonde hair wild and tangled on the pillow as I drive into her. Her cheeks flaming with lust and need for me. Calling out my name when she orgasms from my touch. I slide my hands down her bare skin to her hands and pull her with me to the door. I look over my shoulder and see Samuel and Marie Kennedy staring at me; Marie’s lip is caught between her teeth, Samuel’s face completely blank. I nod at them for the final time before disappearing out of the room.
We walk down the steps to the awaiting town car and I usher her in ahead of me. “Where are we going?” she asks, the unmistakable tone of excitement present.
“My house,” I reply. She has no idea that my home isn’t anywhere near here and that instead we are leaving the country.
“You better give me a drink first then,” she says as she inhales another breath and holds it for five seconds. I take the champagne out of the chilled bucket and pour some into a glass and hand it to her. I anxiously wait for her to take her first mouthful. When she does, relief starts to settle in my stomach. She has approximately five more minutes of consciousness before she’ll fall asleep thanks to the sedative I placed in the aerated liquid. I hate that I have to do this to her, but I know she won’t willingly get onto the plane with me. “Are you having a drink too?”
“Of course.” I smile at her, pouring myself two fingers of whiskey, then tipping the entire contents into my mouth. I feel a small amount of the cool liquid escape and I see her pink tongue dart out to lick her bottom lip. She is a vixen. And she has no idea how much danger she is in, right here in this moment, in my presence. She leans forward and licks the drop of whiskey that has begun to drip from my mouth to my chin. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to push her back, rip her dress off her body, and plunge my aching cock deep into her cunt. The overwhelming need to punish her for having the audacity to touch me like this without my permission is almost thunderous. But I know I can’t treat her that way. She is different. The dark side of me needs to remain locked away when I am with Rebecca.
She leans back in her seat and sips again at her champagne. We travel ever closer to the airport and I notice her starting to get sleepy. I take the now empty champagne glass from her hand and pull her into my lap. She curls into my chest and breathes heavily as her eyes start to close. I hold her tight against my chest, loving how perfect she feels against me. How well her soft, female form fits against my hard chest. “You better be worth my time, Mr. Black,” she whispers before falling asleep.
I brush my fingers across her cheek and press my lips gently against her own plump pink ones, reveling in the way it feels before pulling away just as quickly. This woman has the power within her to completely unravel me, and for the first time in forever I feel like it could be a good thing. If ever I were going to let someone in, it would be her. A part of me wants to reveal all to her, pull back the façade I show the whole world and actually let her see the real me. She snuggles in closer to me, positioning her face in the spot between my neck and shoulder, and I breathe in her scent. A combination of roses and something sweeter. She smells like home, and the thought of her being there with her perfume surrounding me is completely intoxicating.
As much as I want to, I can’t let her get too close to me. It’s a risk being in my presence, even more so becoming special to me. If my enemies realize there is a chink in my armor, they will use it to their advantage and exploit it. And the people who would do that won’t care at all that she is a beautiful woman. And I can’t let that happen. She is an innocent in all of this. An innocent who has captured my attention and possibly in time, also my heart.
When we get home, I need to separate myself from her. Keep her at a safe distance. I need to look but never touch. Just like the many priceless artefacts I keep around my home. But unlike those inanimate objects, I know that even if Samuel Kennedy offers me one hundred million pounds, double what he owes me, I won’t be letting her go.
Not now. Not ever.
~ Chapter Three ~
Rebecca
The sensation of floatingin a fluffy cloud registers as my senses slowly awaken. The comfort level is extraordinary! I blink a few times to clear the sleepy haze but I’m unable to make out anything due to the complete darkness. My arms move out slowly to the side, until I reach the edge of the mattress and find the hard surface of the nightstand. I creep my hands along the surface until I feel a cord with a lamp switch. Flicking it on, I inspect the unfamiliar room.
Dark wood paneling and navy blue almost black velvet curtains are the first thing I see. I swing my legs out of the bed and my feet touchdown on timber floorboards. The wood is smooth beneath my toes as I push off the bed and stumble toward the curtains. Grabbing a hand full of the soft and luxurious velvet, I pull them apart and sunshine streams in. I blink rapidly at the brightness now invading the room, and once my eyes adjust, I look out the window and see manicured gardens and a large area of lawn down below. A large forest to the far end of the open field looms in the distance.
I turn around to survey the rest of the room: two matching leather armchairs sit to the side with a wooden table in between. I wander over and see a folded piece of paper sitting on the edge of the tabletop. The thick paper is smooth to the touch as I run my fingers over the embossing at the top. Script on the front catches my attention: my name in beautiful cursive writing. I gently unfold the paper and read what’s inside.
Rebecca,
