[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (9 page)

enjoying how the hot water eased her sore muscles and relaxed

her. It embarrassed her when they started to wash her from head

to foot. Once the water cooled, the women helped her out and

dried her body. Again, Samara felt strange having anyone take

care of her in the manner these women were doing. In only a

towel, they led her into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped

and freshly made with new clothes laid out on top. It was a

tradition of the Compound to be dressed in one special outfit. The

clothes told anyone who saw her that she was a new wife. Sort of

like a wedding gown, but without the white lace and long gown.

A pale pink, silk blouse with long sleeves, which would be

tight around her wrists, was spread out on the covers. One

woman removed her towel and a thong placed at her feet for her

to step into. Then the woman picked up her top and held it over

her head. The neckline was so loose it hung off her shoulders, but

it had an elastic band that fit tightly around her waist. She wore no

bra under it and the silk teased her nipples, making them hard.

The matching skirt had a high slit on the side and a woman drew it

up from her feet to her hips. It was a short skirt which stopped at

her knees. There were ruffles adorning the hemline and up the

skirt’s slit, which matched the effect of the ruffles around the

neckline and wrists of the blouse. After the servants helped

Samara sit down, soft, pale pink cotton leggings graced her legs,

and knee-high boots with soft pale fur to match.

While she was sitting down, her hair was brushed and dried,

then pulled back with diamond encrusted combs on the sides.

Standing in front of the mirror, which had been brought in, Samara

knew without a doubt that her life really had changed. She was no

longer the poor girl her father abused. No longer would she worry

about her next meal or when a beating might come. But could she

handle being Dane’s wife? What did that entail?

“My God, you are beautiful.” Dane snuck up behind her,

meeting Samara’s eyes in the mirror. “I could just about eat you

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up.”

“I don’t look like myself,” she stated. “This is some kind of

dream and, very soon, I’m going to wake up from it.”

“Well, then, let me just add to it.” She watched him reach over

her head and place a necklace around her neck. Made of rubies

and diamonds it matched the band around her finger. “Now it’s all

official. You’re my wife.”

Samara shook her head, touching the necklace, “Dane this is

too much,” she breathed out.

“No, it’s not nearly enough.” He turned her, kissing her deeply.

“You deserve much more, Samara, and I’m going to make sure

you have it. You’ll no longer be abused or expected to serve. Hell,

I’ve even got a cook, so you don’t have to do that either.” She

lowered her eyes and he raised her head with a finger under her

chin. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m worried about Makayla, Dane. I don’t know what my

father is going to do now that I’m no longer his cash box.”

“You let me worry about that.” He gave her another kiss on

the lips; a short kiss that left Samara wanting more. In fact, she

wanted much more, and that slightly bothered her since she didn’t

really know him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her

lips. “I’ve got a strong feeling that I’m going to fall head over heels

in love with you real fast.”

Samara couldn’t help herself and smiled. She looked him right

in his blue eyes, “You don’t know me well enough to say that. Hell,

I bet once you get a taste of the baggage I have, you’ll want to get

rid of me faster than stink on shit.”

Dane laughed, “Oh, for sure I’m going to fall for you. But first,

how about we get the hell out of here?”

Samara nodded. “I’m all for that.”

Hand in hand they left the room. This time, Samara left out the

front door.

A limo was waiting for them with a driver holding the back

door open. Dane stood to the side, letting her get in before him.

She slid onto the cool leather seat and stared around in

amazement.

There was a phone, small bar, and flowers. There was even a

dark window that separated them from the driver. On the floor

there were bags from
Veto’s,
one of the biggest and most

expensive stores in Treece.

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“Ah, good,” Dane stated, sliding in across from her.

“Everything’s here.”

“Is this your car?” she asked, the door closing behind him.

“Naw.” He opened one of the bags, peeking inside. “I just

rented it for you.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” he shrugged, opening the bag wide and leaning it

towards her. “You like these? If not, I can have them returned.”

Samara looked inside the bag. There were bras, panties,

stockings and garter belts in many colors. When she reached

inside to touch one, she found it as soft as the silk shirt that Dane

wore.

“I also got you a couple outfits. I thought once Kera met you,

she’d take you shopping for what you need.”

“You assume that she’ll like me.” She sat back. “What if she

doesn’t?”

“Oh, I have a strong feeling that she will.”

The limo pulled away, heading east towards the woods.

Samara watched everything go by. It was the first time she got an

up close look at the rich side of Treece.

Shops that she had only heard about they passed by as she

stared out her window. The people dressed in such nice clothes,

she instantly felt out of place, but for some strange reason,

whenever Dane touched her leg or squeezed her hand, the fear

and displacement she felt vanished.

Maybe forty-five minutes went by, and the limo was turning

onto a paved, winding driveway, and what came into view at the

end, stole her breath away.

A large, two story log cabin with a basement showed itself

through a thickness of trees. Samara sat forward in the seat,

lowered the window, and gaped at it. The driveway lead to the

Lodge’s grand entrance and portico and stopped right next to a

wide, stained glass double door. The limo stopped, the driver got

out, and the back door opened. Samara got out slowly, staring up

at the house which was now her home.

Dane took her hand walked her up to the door and opened it

for her, standing back. With some hesitation, Samara entered the

house and was blown away. A grand front room left her

speechless. A stone fireplace that seemed to go up into vaulted

ceilings was off to the left. Bolted right above the fireplace, a flat

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screen television, and positioned around it, were one large black

leather sofa, a matching love seat, and two rocker recliners.

Between the furniture, wooden end tables, and under it all, one

huge black and white fur rug. On the right, a wooden staircase

which reached a loft that had a hallway going left and right. To the

back, a dining room table with six chairs. The table rested in what

she saw as the middle of the house. To the right and left of the

table, other hallways lead to wonderfully adorned rooms, which

Dane pointed out as spare bedrooms.

The kitchen was located at the back of the house. It appeared

to be a semi-commercial gourmet kitchen with upscale appliances

and granite counter tops. There was also a wooden spiral

staircase going up to the second floor. Hidden behind a closed

door were stairs going down to the basement.

Hand in hand, Dane took Samara out the back door of the

kitchen to a large wraparound porch, which was also a deck.

Down the deck stairs, hidden from the road and drive, was a pool

that he specially designed. The ground pool was built in all stone,

making it look like it was a natural spring. What had Samara’s jaw

dropping was the stone waterfall that beat down into the pool.

“I keep it heated and going all year round,” Dane said.

“I’m speechless,” she said, walking around the pool. “I’ve

never seen a pool with a waterfall before.”

“Doubt you will,” he chuckled. “I wanted something rustic and

unusual, so I came up with this idea. Devon also has a cabin

home, but I don’t think it’s anything like this. It took me a few years

of building it behind my grandmother’s back to accomplish what

you are seeing.”

“Why’d you have to do that?”

“Because my grandmother is a control freak and that is

another conversation all together. Come on,” he extended his

hand to her. “You’ve got to see the rest of the place.”

They walked back in, and Dane took her over to the spiral

stairs. They walked upstairs and toward the far end of the house.

He opened the door and took her into one huge bedroom. Inside,

a four poster, king sized bed nestled in the center of the room

between two floor-to-ceiling windows. A chest was placed at the

foot, armoire to the left, chest o’ drawers to the right, and a set of

double glass stained doors that opened to a balcony.

Dane opened up a door next to the armoire that was a walk-in

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closet and another door on the other side that was the bathroom.

The closet and bathroom were connected from inside the closet.

“The other bedroom down the hall is bare. In fact, all but this

one is. I just moved in a few months ago.”

“Well I think it looks great,” she said, looking over the

bathroom. It had a shower, Jacuzzi tub, and toilet in its own

private room. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“It’s your home now.” He came up behind her, wrapping his

arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “So

how about a swim?”

Samara smiled and felt her face heat up. “I don’t have a suit.”

Dane turned her. He walked behind her, half-making her walk

in front. “Who said you needed one?” She laughed and his phone

went off. “Damn. How the hell do they know when I’m home?” he

sighed, letting her go and taking his cell out of the pocket. “Yea.”

Samara left him alone to talk. She left the bathroom, then the

bedroom, and back down stairs. The bags of clothes that Dane

bought for her were next to the front door. She picked them up

and turned and headed back for the stairs just as he was coming

down, still on the phone.

“Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest. “I’ve got to take

this. Why don’t you unpack those things and change if you want.

We’ll do a nighttime swim after dinner. Okay?”

“That’s fine.”

He took hold of her chin, bringing her face up towards him.

When he kissed her, Samara sighed and closed her eyes. For that

split second, she forgot who she was and where she was.

“God, I want to eat you up,” he said.

“Not right now, you’re not.” She smiled, brushing away from

him.

Dane laughed, and Samara went upstairs, smiling the whole

time. The only time her high slipped was when she thought about

what Makayla might be doing and where she was at. Samara’s

gut was screaming that she needed to find and protect her sister

with everything she had. Something just wasn’t right. No matter

how much her life might have improved, her sister was still

suffering and as long as she was breathing, her sister wasn’t

going to suffer.

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Samara changed into the new skirt and tank top Dane bought

for her. She didn’t bother with shoes and was now in the kitchen

looking through the cabinets trying to decide what to fix for dinner.

She also discovered that, in the basement, Dane had an office

with two computers running. He was into the stock market, and

made a very good living with selling and trading from the looks of

the house, grounds, and the kind of money he spent on her so far.

A knock on the front door had her stopping on her toes, with

the top cabinet doors open. Samara’s heart began to pound in her

chest. Fear took hold, preventing her from moving at all. Another

knock and she was closing the doors, turning, and walking

towards the front room very slowly.

First thought; her father found her and was going to drag her

back home to be degraded again.

“Hey, is someone at the door?” Dane came up behind her,

causing Samara to jump. He smiled and went right to the front

door. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Samara held her breath and bit her lower lip, waiting.

“Only giving you back the same shit you gave me,” she heard

a male voice say. “Chinese?”

A man, with a pretty woman behind him walked into the

house. They both were carrying bags in their hands, the man a six

pack of beer and the woman, sodas.

The guy was as big as Dane. He also had dark, thick hair

which reached his wide shoulders. The stranger’s dark brown,

kind eyes, bright smile, and playful attitude eased Samara. The