Blyssfully Undone: The Blyss Trilogy - book 3 (28 page)

“What if I need you? What if something happens? How am I supposed to get in touch with you?”

I take pause, regarding her sudden separation anxiety, trying to figure out if it’s real or not. “You’re perfectly safe here; in fact, you’re so safe I don’t need to post but one guard at the gate.” I throw that little tidbit out there on purpose, blatantly lying just so I can plant that seed in her head, but she only looks more worried with the news.

“Sweetheart, I’m king of the mountain out here. Number one, nobody is going to find us, and number two, nobody would be foolish enough to challenge me, even if they knew where we were.

My eyes drift down to her hands; their movements having caught my attention. She’s wringing them nervously, and I can plainly see she’s not faking it. I cradle her cheeks, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips.

“If it will make you feel better, I will write down the number to my cellphone, okay?”

She nods emphatically. “Okay.”

I regard her for a moment, arching my brow before I turn toward the nightstand and rummage through the drawer to find a notepad and pen.

I write my number down and hand it to her, and she takes it with a pout on her face. “It’s only half the day, sweetheart. C’mere, let me give you a kiss to get you through.” She leans into me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pleading with her angel eyes for me to stay. The look almost makes me cave. I bend down and capture her lips in a sweet kiss, but she’s not having it. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips…and oh, fuck, I’m in heaven. I slip my tongue into her mouth and groan, ‘cause damn if I don’t want to fuck her right now. My dick is already on-board with that idea.

I pull away before our heated kiss gets out of control, and rest my forehead against hers. “As much as I want to stay and have you blackmail me with your hot kisses right now, I can’t,” I rasp. “The cook has come and gone already. She even made you a huge breakfast so you’d have lots to choose from. The food is in the oven warming drawer waiting for you.”

“Nick, please. Don’t leave me right now,” she pleads, grasping onto my shoulders.

“Baby, look. By the time you shower, eat, and explore around the house, I’ll be back. I promise you I won’t be gone for long, okay?”

I can see her warring within herself as she thinks it over. “Okay,” she says reluctantly.

“Good girl.” With one last kiss on her lips, I turn to the nightstand to retrieve a bottle of water and give Julianna her morning medication.

I haven’t gone anywhere. I had planned on observing her for a few hours today from my computer room upstairs so I could watch her every move and see what she’d do when I gave her a moment’s freedom. One of the good things about being near the mountains is there’s no way anyone is ever going to find us. Lance Oakley doesn’t even know of this place.

My heart falters when she takes her first step outside past the threshold of the house by herself, and into what she thinks is freedom. She tips her head back, bathing her face against the morning sun-rays as her fingers thread through her long hair. My God, the woman has a natural beauty and she doesn’t even recognize it. I watch as she scopes the edges of the property line, which is full of trees. The blood rushing through my veins comes to a screeching halt, stopping the beat of my heart as I wait with baited breath for her next move. I’m not a fool; I have a few men on the perimeter of the property, just in case she decides to bolt.

I slump back in the chair when I see her casually meandering her way to the edge of the pool. She balances on one leg while dipping her toes in the water, testing the temperature.

Once I feel confident she’s not going to make a break for it, I begin to work on other matters concerning the facility while I keep an eye on her at the same time. I keep glancing back and forth between computer screens constantly, and I quickly realize I’m not getting much work done. I give up and lean back in my chair, stroking my jaw in thought as I take in the sight of my princess.

She must’ve sat at the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water for about fifteen minutes before she got up and headed back inside. I watch as she slowly wanders through the house alone and unattended.

I imagine she’s most likely bored, because I don’t see her eyes dancing with curiosity like I have in the past. The solemn look in her eyes and the slow shuffle in her steps tells me she’s still struggling mentally.

I shake my head in disdain.
The bastard.
I honestly never knew he was wacked in the head, and he should have never told her that he murdered her entire family. Some things are better left unsaid. I’ve watched her far too long to know when something is amiss, and something has definitely split and twisted inside her psyche. If I don’t see that sparkle back in her eyes soon, I will personally break Lance’s neck with my own two hands. Mark my words: he
will
pay for taking a piece of her soul and marring it, whether she bounces back or not. I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to handle that situation, but there’s plenty of time to figure it out. In the meantime, I’ll make sure I’m ten times the family she ever had, or will ever need.

I tap my forefinger on my lips in deep thought. I didn’t think it odd when Lance noticed the way I looked at Julianna after I saw her for the first time. He was able to pick up on it immediately, as any parent should. I thought he was going to ream me out and threaten to cut off my dick, but instead, he gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse. At the time, I figured if he was willing to give her up the way he did, he didn’t deserve her. I lost a shitload of respect for him that day, but obviously, he had two things I wanted very badly.

At the time, Blyss was on the brink of becoming something, and I needed investors. I heard through the grapevine that Lance Oakley was my man, and apparently, he was indeed.

I suppose I was so thick with greed and blinded by lust for her I didn’t stop to consider the many facets of his motives. Maybe because I’m just as fucked up in the head as he is, but at least I love her, something he would know nothing about.

I shake myself from my daze, noticing she’s settled into the library. It’s a room I had made specifically for her, because I know how much she loves to read books. I have a small fortune wrapped up in all the hardbacks.

She begins exploring the multitude of books on the shelves as she runs her fingertips randomly along some of the spines, but she surprises me when she doesn’t pick one up out of interest. Soon, she gives up and ventures down the hallway.

When she comes across a closed door, she stops to try the handle. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s locked,” I say aloud to no one. That’s the door to my playground.

I remembered the promise I made to myself, that if I were to ever get her back, I would try to win her over, come at her from a completely different angle, and I refuse to lose my temper again. I don’t plan on showing her that room anytime soon, but once she gets acclimated here, and with the continued dosages of Blyss, I have no doubt she will be begging to get into my kink soon enough.

I perch on the edge of my seat, giving her my full attention on the monitor in anticipation when she stops outside my office door. I’ve already shown her my office, making sure she knows where I might keep important papers and electronics. She saunters slowly into the room, her light golden hair shimmering against the natural sunlight streaming in through the windows. I’ve only locked but a few drawers, and purposely left the majority of them open to see if she’ll rummage through them and snoop. Again, she surprises me and does none of that. She doesn’t even give pause to stare at the laptop I left out. She settles herself in my leather chair, sitting behind my desk, looking sweet and innocent.

My heart pounds against my chest when she stares longingly at my office phone. I pull up the computer program that can cut her off from the outside world with the click of a mouse as I wait in suspense as to what she’s going to do. She used to be so predictable, but now I’m not so sure. She bites at her thumbnail as she contemplates something in that brain of hers.

She reaches behind herself, slipping her fingers into the pocket of her jean shorts, and pulls out the piece of paper I gave her with my phone number on it. I’m fucking flabbergasted. She slowly reaches for the phone, and then lifts the receiver as she lays the piece of paper flat on the desk in front her. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m simply astounded. She’s actually going to call me.

When my phone rings in my side belt clip, I jump. I was so lost in what she was doing I didn’t anticipate the vibration. An indescribable feeling washes over me from her wanting to call me. I pull the phone from its clip and answer with a husky voice.

“Hey, baby, are you okay?”

A long-winded breath escapes her before she speaks with uncertainty. “Umm, is it okay that I called you? I mean…I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to hear your voice.”

I close my eyes, not believing my ears. “I’m never too busy for you. How has your morning been?”

“Well, I went exploring through the house some, just like you said I could, but honestly, I’m lonely here without you. I miss you.”

“You do, do you?” I ask, just so I can hear her say it again.

“Uh-huh,” she says as she twirls a lock of hair around her index finger. “When are you coming home?” she inquires as she leans back in the chair, propping her bare feet on the leather seat. My lips twitch with mirth as I watch her make herself comfortable.

“That depends on how fast I can finish all my work.” I pause to regard her as she bites her thumbnail again. “What are you doing right now?”

“I’m sitting in your office. It’s the only room that smells like you.” She stiffens in the chair, suddenly concerned. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m in here.”

“No, baby,” I reassure her, “I told you before when I left the house this morning. What’s mine is yours.” She slumps back into the chair and relaxes.

“Why aren’t you passing the time with your paints?” I ask curiously. She hasn’t touched them since she’s been here.

She shrugs her shoulders, and then draws an imaginary line on top of the desk’s surface, wearing a frown. “I’m not in the mood right now. I guess I still feel a little out of sorts. I wish you were here.”

“Are you ready for me to come home?”

Her eyes widen in hope. “Really?”

“I might be able to work something out.” Then I pause to consider a question. “Are you bored, or lonely?”

I watch her bite her lower lip and then slowly release it as she hesitates to answer. “Julianna?”

“I’m horny,” she whispers shyly. I lay my head back in my chair and mentally sigh. It’s about fucking time.

“Is that right?” I ask in a gravelly voice.

“Yeah,” she replies huskily.

“What do you want to do about it?

“I want you to come home and make love to me.” My dick swells immediately, and I shift myself behind my zipper.

“Mmm, you don’t sound like a woman who’s turned on and needy,” I tease.

Her pink tongue slips out as she licks her lips and grows bolder. “I’ve been dreaming about your thick cock between my legs.”

“Just between your legs?”

She reaches to her breast and begins to rub a small circle over her nipple, and I stifle a groan. “Uh-huh, maybe between my lips at first, so I can use my tongue to taste the very tip of your dick. I’d then swirl my tongue over your soft head as you swell, and then I’d lick your slit so I can swallow your pre-cum.”

I let out an exhale, hissing through my clenched teeth. I squeeze my hard length in the palm of my hand, trying to relieve the pressure building there, but it doesn’t work.

“And then after that?” I rasp.

“By then, my pussy would be soaking wet, and it’d have your name on it,” she whispers as she slips her hand into the front of her shorts.

“Oh, woman,” I growl, imagining myself sliding into her wet heat. “I’ll come home now, only on one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Take off your clothes,” I softly command.

“What? Now?” She removes her hand from her shorts, suddenly looking mortified, and I grin.

“You heard me. Now be a good girl, and do what I say.”