The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (5 page)

Some songs really touched the soul. It was as if the songwriter knew how
to reach out to the lover’s emotions and pin point exactly what they felt
inside.
 

The memory came back now for the time she’d first heard that song. It
was at Donald Peterson’s nephew’s wedding reception and Andre had asked her to
dance. They were both young then. It was the first time that she’d ever slow
danced. She didn’t know how he felt about her but she had a secret mad crush on
him then. But he seemed so…off limits at the time. Unreachable. He was slightly
older than her and far more popular and had tons of girls swooning over
him—like all the time. How could she have gotten any closer to him then?
The only thing he could do for her was to dominate her fantasies at the time.
And
that
he
did—whether he knew it or not.
           
As
the music played with the strings in the backdrop of the song, she melted
completely. Yes, Andre was her gift. His love was the greatest gift that she
had received. And she loved him for that. For the way he made her feel. The way
he could turn on his magic and bring her soul alive again.
 
No matter how dark her mood was at the
time.

 
“What’s that?” she asked as he went into
what looked like an ottoman or chest box.

A
wicked grin touched his lips. “I want to let you experience pleasure like
you’ve never had before,” his voice was low and seductive. A wave of
butterflies tickled her belly.

“Oh?”

“You
didn’t know I had toys?”

“Toys?
I thought you were too old for toys?” she replied playfully.

“Depends
on which toys we’re talking about?” He flipped open the chest box and searched
inside. He pulled out a silk blindfold. Hannah gasped.

What
delightful experience was she in for now?

“You
remember the day we first danced to this song?”

“Andre,
you remembered?”

“You
didn’t think I would forget now, do you?”

Hannah
flushed. That was it—
her soul had officially been
claimed by this gorgeous billionaire whose wealth was in his charm and his
inner power
. God, he had a memory that stretched longer than a country
mile.
And all this while pretending as if that dance had
meant nothing to him.
At the reception he’d gone on to dance with tons
of other girls till early in the morning. But he remembered the dance with
Hannah. He remembered their song.

Holy
cow! She’d dreamed about dancing to that same song on the day they were to
marry—in her dreams, of course. But he didn’t know that…did he?

“Your
memory is unimpeachable, Mr.
Corskovi
,” she murmured,
a salacious grin on her lips.

“When
it matters,” he whispered as he neared her with the silk black scarf in his
hand. He traced the outline of her jaw with his fingers and she tingled at his
soft touch. He stroked her chin sending waves of pleasure through her veins.

Oh, Andre.

She wanted
to tell him that she’d be so lost without him but she couldn’t. The music was
really setting the mood. It was as if it was a soundtrack to their love affair.

“I want
you to go back to that night and remember how you’d felt.
So
carefree.
No worries in the world,” he murmured as he pressed his soft
lips to hers.

“Oh,
God!” she moaned with delight.

“Close
your eyes, Hannah,” he instructed her with a low, silky voice that almost
lulled her into a deep relaxation.

She was
remembering how she’d felt at that time.
With Andre.
As if they had no cares in the world. That was before he became a business
tycoon with all the wealth in the world and the added responsibility. That was
when they were young and given a chance at a better life thanks to his mentor
and the man who helped her mother by giving her a good paying job and the use
of one of his surnames.
A chance at a better life.
Donald Clive
Steeles
Peterson had adopted her
informally and introduced her to a life of comfort. He also introduced her to Andre.
The best thing that could have happened to her back then.

“Are you
relaxed now?” he breathed into her neck as he reached under her silk gown and
stroked her hard, round nipple. She tingled with delight at his erotic touch,
moaning as she tilted her head back.

“I love
surprises, don’t you?” he whispered in her ears.

“Oh, Andre,
yes,” she murmured.

“I’m
going to place this silk scarf around your head,” he continued.

Before
long she was blindfolded with the cool smooth fabric of the scarf.

“Do you
trust me?” he murmured.

She
nodded before answering. “I’ve always trusted you, Andre,” she whispered,
breathlessly awaiting, anticipating what was to come next.

“Good,”
he said in a low, silky voice that sent shivers of delight through her body.

She
felt his hot breath on her neck, and inhaled the sweet aroma of his cologne.
Her senses were more heightened now that she was blindfolded. She was acutely
aware of everything. She felt her inner thighs pulsing in anticipation. Then
she felt Andre’s lips brush over her sensitive nipples as he laid her flat on
the bed. His soft lips then caressed her neck. He was enjoying the exploration
of her body again. She enjoyed the soft erotic touch of his hot wet tongue.

“Don’t
think, Hannah. Just enjoy,” he instructed in a seductive voice. God, she
was loving
this. She felt as if she were in another world.
She heard Andre undressing as he breathed hard. Her sex pulsed imagining his
firm abs and sexy ripped body naked.
His manhood long and
ready for her.
Her own breathing quickened. All of a sudden as if he’d
placed her into some sweet hypnotic state, she didn’t feel as if she had a care
in the world. All that mattered was here and now. Andre and Hannah.
In their own erotic world.
She pictured his dark, sexy eyes
glowing with a savage inner fire.
 
The thoughts of his strong, smooth hands over her body again caused her
pussy to throb with want and need.

Damn you, Andre! Don’t keep me
hanging on. I need you now.
Inside me, now.

Was he
making her wait? Until she was completely so aroused that she would be on the
brink of exploding if he didn’t move inside her? She licked her lips in
anticipation. Andre was in control now. And she delighted in that. Having
someone else in charge for a change was a luxury.

Andre
then gently kissed her arms and in the inner part of her elbow making her arch
her
back
with pleasure.

Holy cow!
Did he know all the pleasure
points in her body or what?

She
thought to herself, a lover like Andre had to have studied how to pleasure a
woman in a million ways, each time feeling as if she’d tasted him for the first
time. Sex with Andre was a thrill every single time. Her toes curled as he
continued to twirl his hot, moist tongue on her pleasure spots. She groaned
with pleasure not knowing where he would pleasure her next.

Then
she felt him place a silky cool fabric over her wrists. He was bounding her.

“Are
you okay, baby?” he moaned into her lips as he slid his tongue inside her
parted lips. She was quivering with anticipation now.

She
nodded, as if in a sexual sedation. She licked her lips and heard the sound of
his groan of pleasure. He loved that, didn’t he?

“Do you
like what I’m doing to you, Hannah?”

“Yes, Andre.”

“Do
want me, baby?”

“Yes,
oh, yes, Andre.”

Before
long she lay flat out on the bed, her wrists gently bound and the fabric tied
to each of the bedposts above her head. Her legs were spread open and she felt
the coolness of the air sweep past her soft pubic hairs and swollen folds. She
felt moisture pool between her thighs. She imagined Andre’s eyes seducing her
body as he enjoyed the full exposure of her nakedness.

Then Andre’s
sweet lips caressed and pleasured her erect nipple as he stroked her other
nipple with his finger. She arched her back and moaned wondering where his lips
would go now. The instrumental version of
Your
Love
played now in the background as Andre’s warm kisses recaptured her
body. The touch of his lips was a delicious sensation, especially since she was
blindfolded. She thought she wouldn’t be able to contain herself much longer
without coming.
 

Her
lips were still warm and moist from his tender kiss and the aroma of his
cologne pulled her closer to him. Andre’s strong hands slid over her body as if
admiring a sculpture, a piece of art he then lowered his lips to her naval and
sucked on it as he slid lower down to her sex. He pressed his lips over her
swollen folds and before long he slid his tongue between her folds parting them
as he sucked and drank in her sweetness. Hannah groaned out loud with intense
pleasure.

God,
this man really knew how to please her in so many crazy ways.

She
writhed under his touch and felt more moisture pooling between her thighs as he
devoured her pussy between his hot wet lips while he thrust his tongue back and
forth. Soon Hannah came with a violent shudder to his low groans of
satisfaction. Then as if she couldn’t be pleasured any more, she felt a cold,
hard tingling sensation between her folds.

Holy crap!

It was
some sort of vibrating toy. A dildo she guessed. But it vibrated as he pushed
it inside her. The smooth device also had another side to it that caressed her
anus at the same time.

“Oh,”
Hannah moaned, overcome with erotic pleasure.

“Do you
like that, baby?” Andre’s voice was so hoarse she hardly recognized it.

“
Mmm
,” she groaned, licking her lips wanting him inside her.
She groaned and cried with pleasure as the mystery
device
made her come
again arching her back and screaming out in ecstasy. She
couldn’t wait to take off the blindfold to find out what sexy toy had invaded
her so sweetly.

Breathing
and panting, Andre lifted the blindfold off Hannah and pressed his lips to
hers. She could taste the sweetness of her own juices on his lips and sucked
and licked it off as he groaned inside her lips.

“Oh,
Hannah,” he moaned.

She
could feel the hardness of his erection on her belly wanting him inside her
now. Her pussy was throbbing, soaked and hot. Ready for Andre so slide inside
her tightness.

“Andre,
I love you so much,”
Hannah
murmured breathless.

A
wicked grin touched his wet lips as he drank in her beauty, admiring her. He
placed the device over on the side table, a double dildo of some sort.
Smooth, black and sexy device.
She wondered what other kinky
toys he had in his toy box.

“You
ready for more?” he groaned as he kissed her neck, sucking on her soft skin
with low groans of pleasure.

“
Mmm
, please, baby, yes,” she moaned.

He
slowly untied her wrists, his eyes fixed on hers. A look of satisfaction
twinkled in his dark, sexy eyes as he opened the condom package and rolled the
condom on. She had wanted to suck on his dick first but she could tell by the
look in his eyes, he was ready to fuck and fuck hard.

He
lowered his head to hers again, kissing her, holding her body firmly as he moved
his hips and pushed himself inside her. His hard, throbbing cock slid in
between the swollen folds of her wet, pulsing sex and Hannah cried out in
pleasure as his wicked manhood gratified her.

 
Thrusting back and forth, harder and
faster, the sound of skin slapping skin drowned out the ballad playing softly
in the background to be replaced by sounds of groans of pleasure. Raw pleasure.
She ran her hands down his muscled back, digging her fingers into his flesh as
he continued to fuck her bringing her to orgasm once again. Soon after Andre
came hard with a spasm. He collapsed on top of her, his heart beating hard and
fast in his chest. Hannah sucked on his neck and slid her hands down his lower
back and squeezed his firm butt.

“Oh,
God, Andre,” she murmured. “I love you so much. You have no idea,” she
whispered in his ear.

“
Mmm
…Love you, too, Hannah,” he moaned. He then lifted his
head to face her and pressed his lips against hers once more, his hot tongue
playing with hers.

In the
dim lit room, they lay on the bed. And everything seemed perfect.
At least for now.

The
beautiful sunrise shone through the window in the bedroom waking Hannah up. She
reached over with a smile imprinted on her face from the memory of last night’s
crazy lovemaking with Andre. Something they hadn’t done for a while with all
the tension from the past week.

The
side of the bed where Andre slept was empty. Only the scent of his sex and his
cologne lingered in the air. She pulled herself up and looked around the grand
suite. He wasn’t in the bathroom, the door was open and she didn’t hear a sound.
She heard muffled sounds beyond the main door to the bedroom though. She
glanced at the clock and saw that it was six o’clock in the morning.

Andre
was up early.

She got
up out of the bed and put on her silk robe, smoothing down her hair quickly. Panic
rose in her chest. She just sensed something was wrong. She didn’t know what it
was but she’d just felt something in her gut.
In her soul.

“Andre,”
she called out as she left the room and walked down the corridor of the
penthouse.

She
found Andre in the kitchen area, leaning against the marbled counter, his face
looked dangerous, dark. He was on his cell phone speaking with someone.
 
She wondered who the person on the other
end of the phone was.

“Andre,”
she said again softly. He did not turn around.

Later
he heaved a sigh and threw the phone down on the counter, his lips pinched, he
glanced up as if wondering what to say next.

“We’ve
confirmed the source who had us filmed at the hotel.” His voice was low and
cold.

Hannah
felt her heart pump hard and fast in her chest.

Was she
really ready for identity of the culprit?

“Who
was it?” she heard herself ask. She felt her heart thundering hard and fast in
her throat. She seated herself around the breakfast table as if to steady her
nerves and soon realized that her left leg was shaking nervously. She stopped
herself hoping that Andre wouldn’t have noticed. The last time she’d done that
nervous shake was years ago when her mother was diagnosed with MS and she
thought she would have lost her then.

“Don’t
you want to have breakfast first?” he answered, picking up his
iPad
from the counter.

“No,”
Hannah shouted to Andre’s surprise. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”

“Nervous?”
He cocked a brow as his eyes were drawn to her shaking leg.

She
looked down at her leg and stopped immediately. She then got up and walked over
to the window then paced back to the counter.

She
thought she was going to go mad if Andre didn’t tell her soon. But she also
thought she’d go insane when she found out who was trying to ruin her life.

“Well,”
he continued, scrolling down his
iPad
. Hannah became
quickly annoyed by his divided attention.

“Andre,
will you put that down and look at me?” Hannah shrieked.

“You
need to control your emotions much better than that, dear.”

“Don’t
tell me how to…”

“The
credit card details came up with Donald Clive
Steeles
Peterson.”

Hannah’s
jaw fell open. She felt the air sucked out of her lungs.

“What?”
she finally uttered, incredulously.

“You
heard me,” he said, typing something on his
iPad
. Was
he typing an email to send instructions out to his men?

Hannah
felt dazed, her head spun. “That’s impossible, Andre. Why would…?”

“You
know who had access to all his credit cards, black cards and secret accounts,
don’t you?”

“Jessica!”
Hannah’s throat burned just to say her name. “Jessica! She was behind all this?
But…but why?
No…I don’t believe this. Are you sure?
Are your sources sure?”

At that
point, Andre looked up from his
iPad
and placed it
down, his dark, sexy eyes still fixed on Hannah but this time there was no
sparkle in them.

“Don’t
you think I would have confirmed the information first hand before letting you
know?” he spoke softly and cold. His words chilled Hannah’s spine.

Hannah
collapsed on the chair she was seated on earlier, dazed. Anger seeped inside
her. A hot wave of fury coursed through her veins. She pinched her lips and
shook her head. The look of disgust plastered on her face. She thought of
Jessica viewing a tape of her and Andre and God knew what else.

“I told
you it was a lover’s rage.”

“What?”
Hannah looked up, more puzzled than before. What the hell was Andre talking
about? “Are you insinuating that Jessica and I…?”

“No.
I’m telling you.”

“Huh?
Now wait a minute…!”

“You
didn’t know this but Jessica had a little crush on you when you were younger.”

She’d thought
of Jessica in her wild teen years partying and doing all sorts of rebellious
stuff. She’d had quite a few boyfriends visiting the mansion…but girls?

“Andre,
none of this is making any sense to me,” she answered with an air of disbelief.

“Hell
hath no fury than a woman scorned, my dear. Remember that?”

“Why?”

“You
remember a party that was given at the mansion for Jessica?” Andre said,
pouring a glass of distilled water for Hannah. She shook her head refusing. Her
mouth felt too closed up to drink anything right now. Andre held the glass in
his hand.

“Well,
she had many of them, but…” Hannah stopped cold. A memory seeped into her mind.

“Oh,
no.” It must have been Jessica’s massive seventeenth birthday bash. Jessica was
drunk as a skunk and saying all kinds of things. Then one of her friends
videotaped Jessica as she thanked everyone who came to the party and that was
when it happened.

“I see
you remember now,” Andre spoke out, bringing the glass of water to his lips.
His eyes still fixed on Hannah.

She
nodded. “But why? I didn’t think anything of it. I mean it was a mistake.”

“Well,
she went to kiss you and you turned your head away in disgust. It was captured
on video and shown to Jessica later. Jessica was shamed and humiliated in front
of all her friends.”

Hannah
hunched her back in the chair, she had a sick sinking feeling in her gut. “And
everyone burst out laughing—at Jessica.”

“Right.”

“Good
God! How could she have held a grudge from that?”

“You’d
be surprised, my dear. Not everyone is as balanced as you and I to move on
after such humiliating rejection.”

“Ha!
Like you’ve ever been rejected.”

“I
was.”

“By
whom?” she said, sounding dubious.

“By
you,” he whispered.

Hannah
froze. “What?” she murmured quietly.

“It was
nothing, Hannah. I told you that I tried to keep my distance from you and
didn’t want to spoil what we had. Well, that’s true. But it’s also true that I
was trying to flirt with you and you totally ignored me. That’s early when we
met. No other girl had ignored my charm before. That’s when I knew you were
different.”

“Oh?”
What else could Hannah say to that?

“Anyway,
we’re not talking about that. I’ve spoken to Jessica and she knows by my tone
of voice, I mean business.”

“What’s
that supposed to mean?”

“She’s
to hand over any recording of you in the hotel and if this appears anywhere
online. She knows what will happen to her.”

“What
will
happen to her?”

“That’s
not for you to worry about, my dear. Jessica just wanted to get even with you
and play a prank by having an embarrassing recording of you having sex, just as
there is an embarrassing video still online of that passionate kiss she tried
to plant on your lips…and the roar of laughter in the background when you spun
your head around in disgust. Someone had uploaded it on YouTube some time ago.”

Hannah felt
sick to her stomach. She felt a pang of sorrow for Jessica—which
surprised her. She sighed deeply. Still, how could she feel safe knowing there
was a sex tape of her that could surface sometime in the future? What
reassurance did she really have from Jessica? Okay, so Jessica feared Andre and
his connections and Andre probably had something over Jessica but what if
something happened to Andre later in the future, God forbid?

Stop it, Hannah! Stop all the
drama and worrying about what could happen and focus on what is happening now.
Worrying is not going to let it go away.

“So
what about the other bugs found? You said that someone had me under
surveillance?
Someone other than Jessica?
The person
who wanted to kill me?” she sounded more defeated than she had intended to.
This was all too much for her too soon.

“Someone
did
try to kill you, my dear. The
bottle of champagne that was delivered to your honeymoon suite had a
pin hole
on the top of the cork. I had placed the champagne
bottle back in its bottle holder, if you can
remember,
under the pretence that you already had a bottle opened on your table so we
won’t need that one. But later I had it sent to the lab. It had been poisoned.
That
had nothing to do with Jessica. It
was an entirely different plot. And somehow, Gustav knew about that.”

“Poisoned?
Gustav? Why would that creep have anything with the surveillance? Why would he
want to…to kill me?” her voice trailed off.
 
Hannah’s breath quickened, she was
dazed, confused. Lost.

“Well,”
Andre breathed, “it took me a while to check things through but…” Andre’s
cellphone buzzed and he reached over to answer it.

Hannah
hugged herself and walked over to the window trying to take in the beautiful
panoramic view of the penthouse overlooking the breathtaking Toronto Skyline
and the blueness of the lake. She saw other tall glass condominium buildings
close by and some yachts on the lake. The sun beamed brightly. Too bad she was
feeling dark and cold inside right now.

“Listen,
I will be back. Don’t leave until I return. Later we’ll be heading back to New
York.” Andre stroked her chin with his finger and she felt herself quiver. Ooh,
his touch was electric, even at a time like this.

“Okay,”
she whispered. She knew better than to question Andre now. He had already told
her that he would give her information on an as needed basis. Nothing more.

She
just had to trust him.

And
that
, she did.

She
felt some form of relief at the fact that Andre took on her troubles and that
he was there ready to fight for her, to protect her. She wasn’t alone in this.
He cared deeply about her. And that gave her enough reassurance. He had “her
back” and she loved him for that.

Soon
after he’d given her a soft, hot kiss of reassurance he grabbed his keys and
left. He had told her that room service should be up soon with breakfast.

Minutes
passed and the doorbell sounded. She got up and walked over to the door,
tightening the belt on her silk robe. “Who is it?” she answered, sounding more
drained than she had intended to.

“Room service,
ma’am.”

She
opened the door and before she could do anything the man in the dark suit made
a lunge for her. He grabbed her with his strong heavy arm holding her tight as
he placed his hand around her mouth. He kicked the door shut with his foot then
told her not to scream, or else. She nodded, tears streaming down her face, she
felt her bladder weaken, and her knees were like jelly.

She
panted as she turned around and took a look at the tall, dark and dangerously
handsome waiter. Only he wasn’t a waiter. It was…

“Gustav?”

“I’m
sorry to have alarmed you but there was no other way to do this,” he said in a
smooth charming voice, his eyes scanning the environment. He looked more like a
James Bond character than a waiter.

“What
are you doing here?” She huffed. Her blood was boiling now. How the hell could
he have gotten past Andre’s security team? Then it dawned on her. He was the
one
who had her under surveillance, wasn’t he?
But why?
Who was he, really?

“Before
you say anything,” Gustav looked around as he walked in further with Hannah
holding her arm firmly.

Gustav
strangely enough looked more dashing than she had remembered. He had dark blond
short-cropped hair and deep blue, green eyes and that bad boy stubble. That was
one of the reasons she didn’t mind helping him to get his green card in
exchange for a having a baby with him in wedlock. But then it all went downhill
from there, didn’t it? He was a fraud and a no-show at their wedding.

“Before
you say anything, how dare you come back after leaving me at the altar?” she
growled.

“Well,
you’re not exactly the perfect bride, fucking the best man before the
ceremony…” he answered in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. A grin touched the
corner of his full lips.