[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (13 page)

Samara jumped at the cold sound of the woman’s voice. She

sounded detached in a way. Almost like it was a bother for her to

have Samara and Dane over for dinner. Samara glanced at Dane

who shrugged his shoulders and gave her a nod. Before they

came over he made it very clear to not back down before his

grandmother. If she showed any kind of weakness, then the old

woman would strike.

“No, I’m sorry,” she answered back with a smile towards

Berdina. “Green soup never seemed to appeal to me.”

Berdina put her spoon down and motioned at a servant with

her hand for the soup to be taken away. Carefully she wiped her

mouth with the napkin and faced Dane. “So have you taken care

of the problem then?”

Dane sat forward in his seat, one elbow on the table with his

hand or, more like fingers over his mouth. He stared at Berdina for

what felt like a lifetime. At least until the serving of the second

course.

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Braised Lamb Shanks with roasted asparagus and a small

portion of mashed sweet potatoes. Another none favorite for

Samara. Dane must’ve seen it because he pushed his own plate

away with a disgusted sigh.

“Come on, Grandmother. Did you purposely have the cook fix

everything Samara hated?” he asked.

“Dane, it’s all right,” Samara said.

He held his hand up to her and shook his head. “No, it’s not.

What the hell do you have up your sleeve now old woman?”

Again Berdina wiped her mouth with the napkin, placed it

slowly back on her lap and faced Dane. The way the two of them

looked at each other made Samara feel like she wasn’t even in

the room with them.

“There is a problem in our family, and it has to be dealt with. If

you refuse to do it, then I guess it will be up to me.” Berdina

motioned with her hand and a servant instantly came to her side

and passed her a large brown envelope. She placed it on the

table and slid it over to Dane. “All you have to do I sign.”

Dane ripped the envelope open, slid out some papers and his

face turned bright red. Samara wasn’t sure she’d ever seen

anyone get that angry, except for her father.

“You have some fucking nerve.” He pushed away from the

table, his chair falling to the floor. Samara jumped, but stayed put.

“That’s my wife!” he yelled.

Berdina’s eyes narrowed and she also stood up slowly. “She

doesn’t belong in this family. Not with the baggage she has over

her head. I won’t have it, Dane!” she yelled back.

“You won’t have it,” he huffed. He ripped the papers and

tossed them up in the air. “I can’t believe that you would invite us

over for this shit. Hell, I almost had hope that you were coming

around, but I should’ve known better. All you think about is

yourself and the damned family name. Well, fuck the name!’ he

yelled again. “Samara, we’re leaving.”

“You walk out that door with her, and you’re no longer my

grandson,” Berdina threatened. “I’ll cut you off for good.”

Dane took Samara’s hand, pulled her slightly behind him and

faced off with her once more. “I never could recall when you ever

acted like a grandmother. You want to cut me off, forget that I’m

your blood, you go right ahead. I don’t need your money or your

damned influence.”

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Dane tugged Samara from the dining room and right out the

front door. She couldn’t believe what just happened and wasn’t

too sure what to say about it all. She got into Dane’s car quickly,

buckled up and waited for him to say the first word as they pulled

away. She didn’t have long to wait.

“That no good, meddling old bitch!” He hit the roof of the car

with his fist, and she jumped.

“I’m sorry about this,” Samara said to him. “Maybe you

should’ve made a better decision after all.”

That seemed to fuel him even more. He gave her a look,

turned the car off to a dirt road and skidded to a halt. H yanked off

his seat belt, then hers, and pushed his seat all the way back

before yanking her over to his lap.

The kiss he gave her was brutal, full of anger, and the manner

in which he ripped the hose from between her legs and the

panties let her know there were going to be a few bruises come

morning. But the fingers that touched her, teased her clit and

pussy were gentle and had her instantly getting wet, ready for his

penetration.

The sound of his belt coming lose, the zipper going down

seemed like it echoed in the car. The force of his entry took away

her breath.

Dane picked her up, his hands around her waist, and lowered

her down on him, forcing her to take every hard inch of his cock.

Her muscles stretched tight around the shaft and his fingers dug

into her hips, moving her up and down.

With a growl, he reached up and ripped her blouse open,

along with the bra. Lips left her and closed around one nipple

while a hand teased, cupped and pulled at the other. The whole

time he kept moving her with his other arm. Moved her hard and

fast, panting with the action.

“Shit, Dane!” Samara couldn’t stop herself from coming fast.

She fisted her hands into his hair, pulling the strands, moaning

loudly and moving of her own free will.

“Fuck me!” Dane also moaned. He raised his head up, locked

eyes with her and came. She felt the contractions of his cock, the

heat of his seed.

And just as fast as it started, it was over. He hugged her tight,

his head on her chest, breathing hard. Samara also held him

close, catching her own breath, waiting to see what he would do

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next. He was still deeply embedded inside her, and still very hard.

“You belong with me, right here,” he finally said. “Doubt it

again, and I’m going to spank your ass until you admit it.” Samara

smiled and tightened up on him. Dane groaned. “Keep doing that

and I’m going to have my way with you again.”

She giggled and removed herself from his lap, fixing her

clothes as best as she could. He did a number on them that was

for sure.

After they fixed their clothing, Dane fixed the seat, put his seat

belt back on and started the car up again. They drove home, and

it was strange for her to call the place home. In such a short time

with him, and with her new position in life, to have a home that

was truly hers felt good.

The next morning Samara fixed a big breakfast for Dane;

scrambled eyes, large steak, homemade biscuits, juice and

coffee. It was also a good thing she made so much, because

Blaine decided to stop over with more news.

“Dane, she can cook,” Blaine stated before putting a large

piece of meat into his mouth.

Samara smiled and took a drink of her juice.

“Stop flirting and get on with it,” Dane grumbled.

Blaine wiped his mouth picked up the cup of coffee and took a

drink before speaking again. “She’s fine right now. Like Darius

said, Ryland has her pretty much secluded. But there has been

some talk that Cameron is trying to get her out.”

Samara sniffled. “Why would he want to get her out?”

“To replace you,” Blaine said, his dark eyes locking with hers.

* * * *

bleeding from another sound beating Aundre Esopo ordered. Hell,

he just got over the last one, barely. His ribs still killed him, but

now it was ten times worse. Now he for sure had a broken one.

“You disappoint me, Ryland,” Aundre said. “I thought we had

a deal.”

“We do,” Ryland rasped out. Damn if talking was something

hard as hell to do right now. Maybe his lungs were damaged.

“Cameron, please help him to his feet.”

One of Aundre’s thugs grabbed Ryland by the back of his

shirt, jerked him to his feet and shoved him into his chair. Aundre

walked around him before going to a chair that was placed for him

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right in front of Ryland.

“My party calls for five virgins. I only have four. Men are

expecting five, Ryland. Four of my special colleagues were

looking forward to the pick, including me. I’m short, Ryland, so

what are you going to do about it?”

“I—I can’t find you another,” Ryland rushed out. He was

desperate now. Had to get this man off his ass and do it before he

was killed.

Aundre made a tsking sound, shaking his head no. “My trust

in you is gone. Already you owe me so much, and I have so little

back. No, now Cameron and I have another plan.” Aundre nodded

and Cameron tossed a photo on Ryland’s lap. It was a smiling

picture of Makayla. “She’ll do, Ryland.”

Ryland’s gut dropped. His youngest daughter, the one that he

was hoping would find a match in the Compound and take care of

him. Aundre wanted her. What would he do if the man discovered

that Ryland already gave her over to the Compound when she

turned eighteen?

“Make the call, and we’ll be in touch.” Aundre stood up and

fixed his tie. “And if you fuck me over on this deal, I’ll slice your

throat.”

Ryland just sat there, staring at the photo. What could he do

now? Leave? Yes, that’s what he would do. Get the fuck out of

Treece and tonight. Aundre couldn’t kill him if he couldn’t find him.

Carefully he stood up and made his way to his room. Cash.

He was going to need all of his cash, a few clothes and that’s it.

But first, a quick trip to the hospital, because he couldn’t breathe

and breathing was very important to someone who wanted to live.

* * * *

about just yet.” Blaine sat with Dane down in the basement office.

He crossed one leg over the other before pulling out a thin cigar,

lighting it up.

“And what’s that?” Dane asked. He didn’t like the way his

friend insisted on them talking alone. Alone meant trouble.

Blaine blew out a puff of smoke, rolled the cigar between his

lips before settling it to the left in his mouth. “Ryland signed over

rights to Makayla when she turns eighteen. As soon as she’s done

with school she’s to be shipped to the Compound.”

Yep, Blaine was right. Samara didn’t need to hear this right

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now. “Fuck,” he groaned, slumping back in his chair.

“Darius is trying to see about getting her out of the convent

thought,” Blaine went on. “Says that place is like a damn prison,

but he might be able to forge some papers for you to get her out.

Being married to her sister has a bit of pull.”

“Why do I get this feeling there’s a ‘but’ coming on?”

Blaine smiled. “He can’t find one loop hole to get her out of

the Compound. Maybe if you were able to get legal guardianship

over her then she could live with you. Now the bad part of that is,

your grandmother has the influence for it and has her nose into

this crap as is. You might want to ask her for help.”

“Shit,” Dane snorted, “That old woman isn’t going to help me

with shit. Do you know she wanted to have me sign papers to

dissolve my marriage?”

“Sounds like her,” Blaine nodded.

“She isn’t going to help in this.”

“Keep in mind one thing, Dane. If this sick motherfucker gets a

hold of that little girl, then she’s never going to be the same.”

Blaine sat forward, the cigar going to the other side of his mouth.

“That bunch of guys fucks girls’ minds up, just like they fuck up

their bodies. They’re sick, twisted bastards who get off on the pain

of others.”

“Then what’s your plan?”

“You need to do whatever you have to in order to get that little

girl out and safely with you. Even if that means sucking up to your

grandmother.”

“What about sneaking her out?”

Blaine shrugged, blew smoke and sat back in the chair again.

“Might work. But if Darius can get the papers then all you have to

do I walk right in and take her out.”

“Samara isn’t going to like hearing this.” Dane rubbed his

face, slumping down in his leather chair.

“Well I wouldn’t tell her anything until we all figure something

out.” Blaine chewed on his cigar and Dane watched him.

Smoking was something Blaine started doing around fourteen

or so. It was one of those things he did to piss his father off. After

all these years, though, you never saw Blaine without one. It was

his way of thinking or relaxing. Maybe both. But after all this time,

Dane knew that when Blaine chewed on the damn thing he was

thinking real hard.

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“What’s up with you?” Dane asked. “Ever since the other day

when you came storming into your study and had the painting

removed you’ve been tense.”

Blaine shook his head, the long locks flying out around him,

“Don’t worry about it, man. My problems are small compared to