Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (57 page)

Luca made a mental note to speak to the Elders about the
need for Lena’s memories to be exorcised more. She would never leave the Order
if she kept holding onto her past.

“I barely remember. I don’t want to talk about that life
anymore, Lena. That’s what I’ve been saying. That life, my life, ended. As did
yours. You cannot think about the past anymore.”

“You never have and never will know the hurt of being
picked last for the team, Luca. That’s your problem.”

“My only problem, love,” Luca said and brushed a lock of
hair off Lena’s shoulder, “is this conversation.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought it would be nice to get to
know one another a bit more since we will soon be doing you-know-what
together.”

Luca stared at Lena and cocked his head. Before he got to
her, he assumed she was tougher than what she showed of herself.

“I have no idea what you-know-what means. I don’t think I
want to. We can get to know one another, sure. But not through this line of
questioning. Too intimate.”

Lena crossed her arms and waited for Luca to laugh. He did
not. And that angered her.

“Too...
intimate
? You apparently didn’t think that
telling me the story of Mariella the hooker was too intimate while your face was
between my legs forty minutes ago, did you? I hope you see a therapist when you
gain your freedom, you immature asshole.”

“Really? I hope you one day realize that
had
you
seen a therapist three years ago, you might have been spared yourself an
evening with...what was it...oh, an immature asshole.”

“Nice,” Lena said and pulled her chair closer to his.
“Thanks for the advice. If only I had the benefit of your instruction in
fucking people over three years ago.”

“If I knew you in life, my dear, I have a feeling our
union would have been very short-lived,” Luca said and sipped on his scotch.

“Please, if I knew you in life, I wouldn’t have given you
the time of day!”

Luca tried to stifle his laughter and choked on his drink.
Scotch dribbled out of his mouth and pooled in the dimple in his chin.

“Jesus,” Lena said and flung a cocktail napkin at him,
“wipe your face. And stop laughing!”

Luca wiped his mouth and the tears on his cheeks as he
shook his head.

“I needed that, thank you,” he said as he laughed.

“What? It’s true!”

Luca balled up the wet napkin and threw it on the table.
He grabbed the edge of the table cloth and pulled it over Lena’s lap. He leaned
into her and brought his lips to her ear.

“Look straight ahead and do not move,” Luca said into Lena’s
ear.

“What’s wrong?” Lena said as her eyes darted around the
room.

“Keep that pretty mouth shut!” Luca said through clenched
teeth.

Luca reached under the table cloth and pulled the hem of
Lena’s dress up her legs.

“Luca?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Luca whispered in her ear.

He leaned over and parted her legs with his hands. He
dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs and worked them in between her
legs.

“Move forward,” Luca whispered. “Scoot that beautiful ass
to the edge of the chair.”

Lena did as he instructed and his fingers probed her skin.
She turned her head and stared at him and he looked at her and winked. He
popped two fingers inside Lena and she sighed.

“Eyes ahead,” Luca said as he worked his fingers in and
out of her vagina. “That pussy is as wet as your beautiful eyes. Do you like
that, baby?”

“Y-yes,” Lena said and gripped the top of the table.

“Eyes forward, Lena,” Luca said and breathed heavily into
her ear. “Control is key.”

Lena tried to focus on the older man standing a few feet
from the table in front of them. She wanted to rip her dress off, clear the
table and pull Luca on top of her. She wanted more than his fingers inside of
her.

Luca removed his damp fingers from inside Lena and rubbed
them up and down against her skin. He smiled when he felt the muscles in her
leg tremble.

“Ah, she definitely likes that, hmm?” he said into her
ear.

Lena licked her lips and nodded.

“Yes, I feel. Now, where is it?” Luca said as his fingers
explored Lena. “Oh, there it is! Nice and swollen.”

Luca pinched the hood of Lena’s clit between his thumb and
forefinger and tugged up and down. Lena slammed her hands down on the table and
a couple standing close to the table turned and stared at her.

“That wasn’t a good example of control, baby,” Luca said
into her ear. “Shall I stop?”

Lena shook her head.

“Or maybe ease off a bit?”

“No!” Lena said through clenched teeth.

“Do you want me to make you cum?” Luca said as he tugged
up and down on her swollen skin. “Can you do it without everyone knowing?”

Lena held her breath and nodded. She felt like she was
about to pass out.

“Breathe slowly...deep,” Luca said. “Now, turn your head
and look into my eyes.”

Lena turned her head and she and Luca locked eyes as he
pinched a little harder and moved his hand faster.

“There’s my good girl,” Luca said and bit his bottom lip.
“Oh, you’re so close. Beg me. Beg me to finish you off.
Quietly
.”

Lena nodded her head and opened her mouth to speak. Her
tongue was thick and her mouth dry.

“P-please,” she whispered as she dug her fingernails into
her thigh.

“Please what?” Luca said and eased off her a bit. “Please
stop?”

“No!” Lena said and grabbed his hand. “Please don’t stop.”

“What do you want me to do, Lena?”

“Please make me cum,” Lena said. “Please, I will do
anything if you just make me cum.”

And as quickly as he put his fingers on her, Luca took his
fingers away.

Lena reached out and grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What happened? I did what you told me to do!”

Luca ran his finger, still glistening from her dampness,
back and forth across his bottom lip and smiled at her.

“We are Inquisitors. We never beg. We always command.
Remember that and you will be quicker to get back to this life, Lena. Back to
the begging side of life you seem to miss so much,” Luca said and licked his
lips.

“What the fuck?”

Luca reached around Lena’s hair and gripped the back of
her neck. He pulled her in closer to him and narrowed his dark eyes.

“This is what the fuck, Lena. Get your head out of the
past and into the present. We are here on a goddamn mission not for you to
relieve the pathetic glory days of your old life. If you are not on board with
this, if you hesitate in any way, I will see that you get the rack for this,
kitten. No one survives the rack. Do you understand what I am telling you?”

The sexual frustration that Lena felt was quickly replaced
with terror. She knew Luca was not teasing her this time.

“Yes,” she said and hung her head. “I understand. It won’t
happen again. I just wanted to connect.”

“Look at me,” Luca said and placed his fingers under her
chin.

Luca tilted Lena’s head up until her eyes met his. She was
crying. He did his best to fight back his anger. He knew that it would serve no
purpose as he felt the mission was already in danger of failing miserably.

“I’m sorry,” Lena said softly. “It won’t happen again.”

“Okay, now,” Luca said and handed her a napkin. “Let’s
just forget about all these other things and focus on this: can I trust you,
Lena?”

Lena wiped her face and nodded.

“Yes, I promise. I will not let you down.”

“Good,” Luca said and stood from the table and looked into
the ballroom. “I won’t let you down either.”

Luca walked away from the table and gestured for Lena to
follow him. She stood up and stared at him as she tried to plaster a smile on
her face.

“You just did let me down,” Lena said as she walked toward
Luca.

Lena and Luca stood on the balcony above the grand
ballroom and tried to spot Paul and Katy below.

“I don’t see them,” Luca said and took Lena’s hand. “Maybe
near the bar? And then we can get you your second drink. I could sure use one.”

Lena nodded and let Luca lead her down a dramatic,
carpeted staircase that ended at the marble floor of the ballroom. The room was
richly decorated in velvet jewel tones and gold gilding.

“It’s like a baroque nightmare,” Lena said as they walked
across the floor toward the large bar.

“Yes, it seems some people never released the thought that
fake gold and napkin rings equal status,” Luca said.

He ordered two drinks and resumed his watch for the
Kirschners.

“I don’t see them dancing,” Lena said as she watched the
couples on the dance floor. “Oh look, there’s the hooker enclave.”

“Yes,” Luca said and handed Lena another vodka soda, “like
panthers stalking prey.”

Luca and Lena quietly drank and watched, craning their
necks and hoping they didn’t miss the Kirschners leave when they were carrying
on in the foyer. Lena was especially nervous. If they lost this opportunity,
there would not be another and the threat of the rack, had her extremely motivated
to locate Paul and Katy.

“Ooh,” Lena said and put her drink on the bar as she
stared into the balcony, “there’s Paul. He’s watching.”

Luca turned his back to Lena and pretended to engage in
conversation with the man next to him.

“Give him a smile and a little wave,” Luca said.

Lena waved at Paul Kirschner and he made a gesture to
indicate he wanted her to come to him.

“He wants me,” Lena said as she turned away from Paul’s
eyes. “Turn around and talk to me.”

“Okay, this is perfect,” Luca said as he gave Lena a hug.
“Take the pills out of your purse and put them in my jacket pocket.”

Lena did what Luca told her to do and they pretended to
speak for a moment as they summarized the plan. She hugged him again and
spotted Katy Kirschner standing at the edge of the dance floor by herself.

“Holy Sadie Hawkins, there’s Katy,” Lena said as she tried
to discreetly turn Luca in Katy’s direction.

“Wonderful. And she has no drink. How lucky. Okay, get up
there. Work on him and I’m going to get to her. Try not to dawdle; I’d like us
to be back at the Waldorf in an hour, okay?”

“Okay,” Lena said and grabbed her drink.

“Good job,” Luca said and gave Lena a peck on her cheek.

Lena felt proud as she walked away from Luca and back up
the stairs toward Paul Kirschner.

As Lena made her way around the corner toward the spot he
was standing when she was downstairs, Paul walked behind a large marble column
at the far end of the room and waited.

“Jesus,” Lena said as she walked toward him, “he’s getting
all clandestine.”

When she arrived near the column, she peeked around and
smiled at Paul who was sitting on a velvet loveseat waiting. He patted the spot
next to where he sat and watched her walk toward him.

“Wow,” he said, “my night is made. You joined me.”

“I was looking for you,” Lena said and sat down next to
Paul.

She sensed his eyes burning into her dress and felt very
powerful.

“I hope you don’t mind the seclusion,” Paul said.

“Too crowded down there?”

“Too married,” he said and held up his left hand.

Lena held up her hand to show Paul her gold band and they
laughed.

“Where did you tell your husband you were going?” Paul
said and turned toward Lena.

“Up here to speak with you. Why? Where does your wife
think you are?”

“I’m not sure, actually. I just needed to get away from
her. I wish she was as liberal with my time as your husband is with yours.
Although I have to say, if you were my wife, you’d never leave my side.”

“You say that now,” Lena said and placed her hand on
Paul’s muscular thigh, “but you say that only because I am not your wife, I’m
sure. Your wife is very pretty.”

“When did you see my wife?” Paul said and stared down at
Lena’s hand.

“Oh, at the entrance. She walked ahead of you. I’m sorry,
should I remove my han--”

“No!” Paul said and pinned Lena’s hand to his leg. “I was
just thinking about how incredible your hand felt. It’s been a very long time
since I’ve been touched in a loving way.”

“Really?” Lena said and tried her best to keep the sarcasm
out of her voice. “Well, that’s too bad. You’re such a handsome man. If you
were my husband, I’d never leave your side. Or your bed.”

“Seriously, your husband isn’t going to come running up
here ranting and raving is he?”

“Don’t you worry about him,” Lena said and nibbled on Paul’s
earlobe. “My husband and I like to have fun with one another and fun with
others...together.”

Paul looked at Lena and shook his head.

“You mean you’re swingers?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Why would it be?”

“Just the way you said it. I felt a bit of judgment.”

“Definitely not. I’m the most non-judgmental person you’ll
ever meet.”

Paul chuckled and spread his legs a bit and moved Lena’s
hand to the inside of his thigh.

“That’s better,” he said and exhaled. “I find you
incredibly attractive. Can you feel that?”

Lena ran her hand up Paul’s thigh and rested her palm on
his penis.

“Yes, I do feel that,” Lena said into Paul’s ear. “I’d
really like to feel it without these pants in the way.”

“When?”

“You’re an awfully eager boy, aren’t you?” Lena said and
ran her tongue around Paul’s ear.

“You have no idea. Get your tits out.”

Lena’s muscles engaged. She wanted to knock him out.

“Um, here? I don’t know if that would be a good idea. It
wouldn’t be good for a man of your prominence to be seen doing such things.”

“I suppose. Later?”

“Yes, later.”

“Where?”

Lena took her hand away from Paul’s lap and smiled at him.
She stood up in front of him and stretched.