The Billionaire’s Valiant Rescue (10 page)

Still I couldn’t get enough, and neither could Jack. He collapsed on the floor, me on top of him, riding him like an amazon, and as I bucked and gripped his cock with my slippery cunt, squeezing him deeply inside, he grasped my swaying tits, digging his fingers into my flesh, and pulled me down on top of him, devouring me. We were both soaking wet by now, both with sweat and the juices of our sex, and as I felt him moving inside me, I could sense Jack was approaching the point of no return.

“I’m...”

“I know,” I breathed, and let him slip from between my lips, then kneeled down and enfolded his cock between my fingers, to watch his hot seed spurt from the shimmering cockhead and land on my hand. I directed it at my tits, my neck and my face, allowing him to shower me with his fresh seed. And when finally the last drop had been spilled, I licked it from the wide slit, tasting the saltiness of Jack. My Jack. My love. I laughed as I watched the droplets of semen on my tits, oozing down to my belly button. Jack watched with mesmerized gaze as I rubbed the precious lotion into my soft skin, smearing it all over my engorged breasts and painfully sensitive nipples, then along my throat and finally across my lips. My eyes on Jack, I then descended my mouth over his still erect cock, and let it slide deeply into my mouth.

“God, Valerie. That’s... amazing.”

I was rewarded with a few droplets of after-cum dribbling onto my tongue. I eagerly sucked them from the tip of his cock, then collapsed on top of him.

We kissed hungrily, afraid to break the connection, and he whispered into my hair, “I love you, Valerie. I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Jack,” I murmured. I still had no idea who I was but this was one thing I did know. I was in love with this man. Deeply, madly so.

As we lay in bed that night, Rufus curled up at our feet, my mind kept churning the same question over and over: in the real world, far away from this fairyland world I’d accidentally stumbled into—in my real life as Valerie Lorgnasse—who was I? Along with the recollections of my past, did I also lose track of who I really was?

When all this was over, and I’d settled back into my regular life, would I discover I was a bitch or the sweet girl next door? A seductress or a virgin? A monster or an angel? And the most important question of all: had I settled down with a husband by my side or had I decided to remain single, either out of choice or circumstance?

So many questions, and since everything depended on the answers, I knew I’d be unable to find sleep.

So I slipped Jack’s hand from my thigh, and snuck out of bed. A midnight snack and perhaps a glass of wine would settle me down from the fevered high this incessant mind frenzy had led me to.

I padded down the stairs, relishing in the feel of the thick carpeting beneath my feet, and made my way into the kitchen. I didn’t know if raiding the fridge was one of my regular habits, but it did feel quite natural to be doing so now.

I was rooting around in the fridge, wondering if Magali would have left something delicious in there, when a noise attracted my attention. Slowly closing the fridge door, I looked over to the source of the sound. It seemed to come from directly outside the kitchen window.

Instantly, the cold grip of fear clawed at my heart and my stomach lurched. Any sane person would have run away as fast as their legs could carry them, but I think we’ve already established that I was far from sane. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

As my skin crawled, I saw a dark shadow pass before the moonlight, momentarily plunging the kitchen in utter darkness.

It was the sign my body had been waiting for. Without a moment’s hesitation, life returned to my frozen limbs, and I made a run for the stairs, knowing that if I could just reach Jack, I would be safe.

I didn’t make it that far. Just before I could land my foot on the first step, something or someone jerked me back, and I landed on the floor, the wind being knocked out of me with a whoosh.

“Stay down!” a hidden voice whispered emphatically. And to make sure I heeded his or her command, my unknown assailant pressed a gloved hand down on my lips.

Just then, Rufus came bounding down the stairs, yapping all the while. The same man who’d pinned me down, took a firm grip on the dog’s collar, and held him down as well. The Alsatian pup whined miserably.

I would have protested as well, but once again I was frozen in fear.

Movement attracted my attention once again, and from the kitchen I could see more dark figures spreading out.

Whoever held me down must have noticed the same thing, for I could sense his limbs stiffening, like a wild animal ready for the spring.

I cowered in fear as these dark shadows moved all around me, seemingly unaware of my presence or predicament.

Then, suddenly, a switch was flicked and the room was bathed in light. My eyes wide, I saw that the person holding me down was completely clad in black, a balaclava covering his face, as were three other men, now crouching low in the kitchen, guns at the ready and looking ready for business.

None of them appeared to be targeting me specifically, and my assailant took this opportunity to quickly lift his mask to reveal his face to me.

A flash of mustache and twinkling dark eyes had me gasp in surprise. It was Jacques!

“Kill the lights!” he grunted, and once again the room was plunged into darkness.

Now that he knew I wouldn’t struggle, he quickly released me, and helped me to my feet, then whispered, “Run along upstairs, Valerie, and tell Jack to stay put. And take the dog.”

“What’s going on?” I managed, but he’d turned away and all my hands met was empty space.

Rufus in my arms, I made my way upstairs as fast as I could, and then suddenly there was the splintering sound of a door being kicked in and I involuntarily yelped.

I raced into the bedroom, where Jack was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What the hell...” he grumbled.

I knelt down beside him. “Jacques and his men are here. Something’s happening downstairs. They want us to hide, Jack!”

The sobering message was enough to return Jack to full wakefulness, and when he jumped up from the bed and took my hand, he quickly yanked me along to a small door located in the wall next to the bathroom.

I’d seen the door but hadn’t yet had the opportunity to check it out.

In the semi-darkness, Jack slung what I remembered to be a portrait of a cherub aside to reveal a control panel. He stabbed in a combination code and the door swung open.

Taking my hand, he ushered me inside, still holding onto Rufus, then started to close the door behind me.

“Jack! Where are you going?”

“This is a panic room,” he whispered. “You’re safe here.” And before my surprised gaze the door clicked closed and I heard the mechanism automatically slam home the bolt.

I slammed the door with my fist. “Jack! Don’t go out there!” I hollered, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me.

I was safe, yes, but what would happen to Jack? He wasn’t a cop or special forces. He was just a hot banker in funky pajamas.

I slumped down to the floor, fear holding me in its debilitating grip for the umpteenth time since Jack had saved my life, and looked into Rufus’s mournful eyes. He seemed to feel my despair, for he howled softly. I hugged the puppy close.

Jack stormed down the stairs. If Jacques was here with his storm troopers, that could mean only one thing: his house was being targeted by the bad elements of society again. This had happened before. When you have money and people know where you live, vermin starts crawling from under the rocks to target you either at your place of business or your home.

Dad had successfully fought off a home invasion when mom was still alive, and that’s when the idea of a panic room had really taken hold. The invaders at that time had only been a bunch of derelicts, and dad had easily managed to scare the living daylights out of them by pointing the business end of a .22 in their faces.

Jack, who’d been only a little boy back then, had seen the fear in his mother’s eyes, and had decided something like this would never happen to him or the ones he loved.

So he’d installed a pricey alarm system, and had updated the panic room to be absolutely impenetrable from any outside forces.

In addition, he’d invested in a small arsenal of firearms, one of which he’d just snatched from underneath his nightstand and was training at the dark figures roaming the hallway.

Night vision goggles would have come in handy, but for lack of those, he simply decided to make use of a different innovation he’d had installed.

“Disco,” he said in his normal voice, and instantly stroboscopic lights started emitting their nerve-wrecking bursts, hopefully disorienting whoever had decided to target his house for a nocturnal raid.

Arriving at the foot of the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find four black-clad figures hitting the floor, their weapons trained on a fifth and sixth figure crouching low near the front door.

There was a barrage of shouts and screams as Jacques’s men ordered the intruders to put down their guns.

After what seemed like an eternity, the intruders finally complied, seeing as they were both outmanned and outgunned and appeared reluctant to go out in a blaze of glory.

So they weren’t so crazy after all.

Jack, who’d also been training his gun on the men, barked, “Disco
arrêtez
,” and the strobes cut out their relentless visual pounding.

The man closest to Jack ripped off his mask, and Jack wasn’t surprised to find himself staring into the sweaty face of his friend Jacques.

“Great gadget, that strobe. And voice commanded as well. But didn’t I tell you to lock yourself up and be safe?”

Jack shrugged. “Just thought you could use a little help.”

Jacques shook his head. “Always the stubborn one, huh? One day this will get you in serious trouble, Jack.”

“Oh, but it already has.”

They walked over to the two intruders who, not surprisingly, were also wearing masks. Yanking them off, Jacques revealed a man and a woman, both looking quite annoyed at being captured.

They were on their knees on the floor, being guarded by the members of Jacques’s team, all heavy-built men who clearly brooked no nonsense.

The woman was the first to speak. “You filthy swine!”

“Oh-ho. A feisty one.” Jacques pushed her down on the floor and neatly outfitted her with a pair of handcuffs.

Jack had immediately recognized the woman. “I’ve seen this one before. Yesterday morning she and her accomplice broke into my room at the Carlton.” His gaze switched to the woman’s partner and he shook his head. “No, this is another one. The one who hit me yesterday was big and ugly.”

The woman’s partner was handsome and of small build. His eyes shooting fire, he spat on the floor in front of Jack, and started spewing a stream of vituperation in a language Jack didn’t master. It sounded Italian to his ears.

“They don’t seem to like you very much, Jack.”

“I guess not.”

“Probably a couple of angry investors whose money you managed to lose, huh?”

Jack grinned at the man who’d cracked the joke. It was one of Jacques’s closest colleagues and a man built like a tank.

“Angry investors usually don’t come calling after midnight. No, these two are not here for me but for Valerie.”

Jacques leaned closer to the woman, who appeared to be the leader of the small outfit. “What do you want with Valerie Lorgnasse?”

If the woman was surprised that they knew Valerie’s real name, she didn’t show it. She merely spat in Jacques’s face. In a reflex action, the latter slapped her across the cheek with his gloved hand. She was struck to the floor and for a few moments had trouble shaking off the slap.

Jack couldn’t resist. “You always behave like this with the ladies, Jacques? No wonder you’re still single.”

The woman’s partner appeared not to agree with the policeman’s heavy-handed approach, for once again he burst into a stream of profanity.

“You better talk,” grunted one of the burly cops, hoisting the woman up on her knees again. “What is your business with Valerie Lorgnasse?”

The woman looked her attacker in the eye, her spirit clearly not broken. “None of your business,
cochon
.”

He stepped closer to her and she blinked. “What if I make it my business?”

She raised her upper lip like a snarling dog. “Valerie Lorgnasse?” She grinned. “Let’s see you protect her.” She then shifted her gaze to Jack. “You think you keep her safe, huh? See if I care. The moment she steps out of this house, she’ll be taken, if not by me, then by one of my associates, of whom there are many.” This time, she spat on the floor, most unladylike, thought Jack. “For the Lorgnasses of this world there can be no compassion. No mercy. This will never end until they’re gone, not a trace left.”

Jack felt a sudden inclination to take this woman and shake her until she divulged the information he was sure she held, but he didn’t. It was obvious she couldn’t be broken by mere threats of physical violence. A different approach was needed.

“If you tell us what you know, I’ll pay you. Name your price. Anything you want.”

Jacques turned to him, appalled. “Jack!”

Jack kept his eyes glued on the woman. “You know I’m good for it. What do you say?”

After a moment’s hesitation, the woman’s lip curled up into that same unattractive snarl once again. “If you paid me all the money in the world, I’d still not tell you what you want to know. You think this is about money? You fool. Just you wait and see. Before this day is through, you’ll regret ever to have laid eyes upon the Lorgnasse bitch. Mark my words.”

Once again Jack felt compelled to strike the woman’s infuriating grin from her face, but once more he refrained from doing so.

He merely stared at the woman who held the secret to Valerie’s identity and kidnapping. What did she know? And why wouldn’t she talk?

Jacques placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll break her.”

Gazing into the woman’s furious eyes, Jack wasn’t so sure. This was about a lot more than money. Whatever Valerie meant to these people, they were clearly willing to do whatever it took to lay their hands on her.