Reinventing Jane Porter (7 page)

Mustering what little strength remained, she sat up. Reaching for him, she touched his cock then leaned forward to taste him. Swirling her tongue over the broad head, his hips thrust forward. Silk over steel, she stroked his erection tasting the salt of his need.

“
Belleza
, stop.”

His words barely registered before he pulled his cock from her mouth. Spreading her legs wide, he entered her with a powerful thrust, and she was sobbing with gratitude. Antonio was a big man both horizontally and vertically, and she was going to take advantage of every delicious inch.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he panted. “Watching Santos fuck you in the ass was delicious misery.”

Desire burned her from the inside out as a warm shivery chasm burst open in her lower belly. Antonio gathered her close and their lips met in a kiss so carnal, so animal that she burned. Greedy hands gripped, teased and caressed as their bodies surged and lunged in the battle for supremacy.

Again and again her body took its pleasure, clenching around his cock as sheer bliss poured through her body like melted chocolate, filling all of the empty nooks and crannies in her soul. Spasms washed over her like raindrops, each one sharper and more complex than the one before.

Antonio’s face contorted, and his hips lost their rhythm. Tightening her thighs around his hips, he threw back his head, the muscles in his neck stood in sharp relief as he came. His mouth was open, but she heard no sound, only the pounding of the music. He was so beautiful, so raw.

When he began to come down she wrapped her arms around him, savoring the sensation of his body over hers. She began to smile. What a difference a day made. She’d come here looking to get laid, instead she’d found two men who threatened to steal her heart.

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“Saint Anthony, Saint Anthony, please come around. Something is lost and cannot be found…mainly my mind.”

Lily was so nervous her body was vibrating like a tuning fork. Jean Jacques would be here any minute and all she could do was pace. Her stomach twisted.

What the hell are you thinking, girl?

That was a good question, too bad she didn’t have an answer. The madness that had overtaken her in the ballroom was gone, leaving a cold, hard pit in her stomach. Why had she allowed Robert to talk her into this?

Jean Jacques hurt you…

So what else is new? Her lips twisted. It wasn’t as if he were the first to wound her pride.

But this time your heart was involved.

Therein lay the crux of the issue. Jean Jacques had called her a tease then demanded she submit to him. When she refused, he’d screwed another woman in the same room where they’d made love the first time. Images flashed through her mind. Rachel Van de Kemp on her knees with his cock in her mouth…Jean Jacques’ beautiful hands on another woman’s body.

This was why she was going to fuck Robert on the pool table. Jean Jacques would see them, and he’d hurt as much as she did. Childish? Yes, but this time she was determined to have the upper hand.

“You’re so deep in thought a marching band could come through here and you’d never notice.”

Lily scowled at Robert when he strolled through the door. With a Scotch in one hand and a lazy smile on his face, he looked as if he didn’t have a worry in his head. Then again, what did he have to be concerned about? His heart wasn’t involved, and he was about to get laid with barely lifting a finger.

“You scared me,” she hissed.

“Then maybe you should pay attention to what is going on around you.” Leaving his glass on a table, Robert removed his jacket. “Jean Jacques was still talking to Archer when I left so we have a few minutes.”

“Good. Good.”

When she passed the entrance, she glanced down the long tiled hallway. With the door propped open, Jean Jacques would see them when he turned the corner. The best part was, they’d see him too.

What if he didn’t show? Or worse yet, what if he wasn’t alone? Her cheeks burned. Humiliating the man she loved wasn’t part of the plan. He would forgive her for many things, but his pride was as hard and high as hers. Humiliating him was a wound that may never be healed.

“You’re beautiful when you’re worried.”

Robert stood next to the pool table watching her. His shirt was crumpled on the floor along with his belt. The top button of his pants was undone and the zipper was halfway down. He’d always been in excellent physical condition, but now he looked bigger, more tanned.

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“Then again you were always beautiful,” he said.

“I can’t take credit for good genes.” She gestured to his well-defined abs. “Europe has been good for you.”

“It was the nude beaches. There was no way I was going to drop my drawers and be chased off by crowds of traumatized sun bathers.”

“You were always hot, and you know it.” When Lily placed her hand on his hard stomach, his

muscles flexed beneath his skin.

“Lily, are you flirting with me?” He covered her hand with his.

“Don’t I always?”

“And you do it well.”

Dropping his hand, he unzipped his pants. Robert certainly wasn’t lying about the nude beaches as there wasn’t a tan line to be seen. She blinked. Well, there could be tan lines, but she’d never notice because the sight of his cock caused her concentration to fly from her mind.

Jutting from a nest of dark hair, his member was growing longer and thicker before her gaze. He was the only man she’d ever been with who was ready for sex every minute of the day or night. He seemed to be in a semi-aroused state all the time.

“I only ask—” his voice grew husky, “—because I can assure you, I’m a sure thing.”

“Robert, you were always a sure thing,” she teased.

Taking her hand, he brought it down to his groin. Her fingers curled around his rigid length, and he captured her shoulders. Their lips met and his grip tightened, pressing his body against hers.

She’d forgotten what a skilled kisser he was. Nipping, sucking, licking, he was everywhere at once, dissolving her anxiety and arousing her body. A wave of heat struck, shafted through her body and she moaned. His hips thrust forward, forcing his cock through her fingers.

The last thing she’d expected was pleasure. Their coming together was about punishment, not release.

They were here to teach Jean Jacques a lesson…but her body had stopped listening when his mouth touched hers. Surrounded by his familiar taste, his scent, Lily responded on a primal level. Revenge was forgotten as the need to mate surged forth. Animal-like moans worked their way up her throat and the desire to throw him down and take him was strong.

His fingers dug into her thighs as he pulled up her skirt. She groaned when he palmed her ass, his big hands flexing and releasing in a pulse not unlike the sex act. Tightening her grip on his cock, she began to stroke. His moan sent a jolt of liquid need to her pussy. Her nipples ached and she rubbed her breasts against him.

The slap of flesh on flesh and a sting on her ass jerked her from the sensual haze they’d created. He’d spanked her again!

“Damn you, Robert.”

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Before she could complete the thought, he’d bent her over the pool table. Flipping up her skirt, he forced her legs apart then pinned her hips to the table with his body. His cock ground against her sex and the resulting rush of pleasure obliterated her annoyance.

Besides, revenge was a dish best served cold.

“You want it bad don’t you, baby?” Rolling his hips, he slammed his cock against her cunt. “Your pussy is begging for it.”

His rough language was both a shock and a turn on. This was new territory for them and while it had thrown her off, she wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

“Fuck, yeah I do, stud.” She squirmed against his erection. “You’d better be man enough to deliver.”

“Hang on, bitch. I’m going to take you on the ride of your life.”

Lily pressed backward as he thrust forward. The broad head of his cock slammed into her cunt. His fingers dug into her hips and a cat-like scream was torn from her. Arching her back, she used her arms like shock absorbers to propel her backward when he lunged into her. Heat threatened to devour her and the sound of slapping flesh punctuated with moans and cries rebounded off the walls.

Taking her by the shoulders, Robert pulled her upright until his chest met her back. Gripping her blouse in one hand, he shredded the cloth with a single jerk.

“You like it rough don’t you, Lily?” He captured a nipple and rolled it between his fingers. “A little pain with your pleasure? Well, I’m happy to oblige.”

Heat mixed with pain seared her flesh. Her breath caught when she saw something moving in the hallway out of the corner of her eye.

It was Jean Jacques.

A wave of ice cascaded over her. He was watching them and judging his tight expression, he wasn’t terribly pleased with her. Then again, she wasn’t happy with him either.

Borrowing a move from a porn movie, she tilted her chin then licked her lips. Cupping her breasts, she stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple.

“What a gorgeous little fuck doll you are, Lily,” Robert moaned. “I could screw you all day and come back the next.”

Jean Jacques’ lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl so fierce her stomach dropped. Reaching for his pants, his movements were uncoordinated as he fumbled with the zipper. When he managed to get it down, his hand plunged into his pants to unleash his cock.

The bastard was enjoying this.

Raising his hand, he licked the palm before wrapping it around his erect cock. Her eyes widened when he started to masturbate. Any pretense of grace was gone as he worked his hand over his cock like a horny schoolboy. With Robert’s cock fucking her like a freight train and Jean Jacques yanking at his with a vengeance, she didn’t think she could get any more aroused.

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Shivers took hold of her body. Even though she’d gone into this with the idea of faking her pleasure, the need for falsehoods was long past.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder.”

Robert’s thrusts had deteriorated to the level of a caveman’s. His fingers bruised her hips and his balls slapped at the lower curve of her buttocks.

“A man would be insane to let you get away.” His voice was distorted, breathless. “If you were mine, I’d fuck you so often you’d think of no one but me.”

Lily caught the flash of pain in Jean Jacques eyes. His nostrils flared and his skin had taken on a slight sheen of sweat. His cheeks were flushed and a mixture of rage and desire waged war on his face.

Sliding her hand over the curve of her belly, she slipped her fingers into her pussy. With each stroke of Jean Jacques’ hand on his cock, she slid her fingers over her slippery clit. She was on fire from the inside out.

“I need to come, please,” she panted. “I’m yours, yours, yours, yours…”

Robert pushed her down on the table forcing her to break eye contact with Jean Jacques.

“No—”

Her protest was cut short when felt Robert spread her ass cheeks. Sucking in a noisy breath, she squealed when he pressed a finger against the tight ring of her anus.

“Oh Godddd…”

Thrusting his finger home, her eyes rolled back in her head. Her need for release tore through her body leaving her powerless in the face of the storm. Her cunt pulsed around his cock, and she screamed.

Spots swirled against her eyelids and her body pulsed with each delicious spasm. Drained, she allowed her forehead to come to a rest on the table.

Robert came hard, the jerking of his cock seemed to last for hours. If she’d had the energy, she might have managed to come again. Instead she remained limp, shivering through the waves of his release.

After a few long moments she managed to pull herself together enough to raise her head. Jean Jacques was gone.

“I will keel the beech,” Giselle snapped.

“Shut up.” Annoyed, Peter shoved her into an empty bathroom. “We don’t want anyone to hear us.”

“Bah, zey won’t pay attention.” She waved her hand in the air. “Zey know I am ver-we passionate.”

“Well passionate or not, we don’t need anyone to hear us.” He locked the door.

“Whoever zhe blonde beech is, I make her disappear like zhat.” She snapped her fingers.

“Where did they meet?”

“I doan know.”

“How long has she been with them?”

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“’Ow would I know?” She flopped down on a chair in front of the mirror. “Tony ’ad to ’ave peeked up zee whore ’ere in Den-verre.”

Peter scowled. He’d been trying to set up a meeting with both Villareal and Santos, but they’d been in and out of the country several times in the past few months and their schedules had yet to coincide. So how had Jane managed an introduction while he couldn’t even get a return call…

They met this weekend.

His fist clenched. Jane, for all of her bottomless libido, wasn’t exactly free with her favors. Yes, they’d had sex the night they met, but she’d kept him at arm length for the next three weeks.

“What a fucking tease,” he growled.

“I zee zhat look on your faze. What are you planning?” Giselle turned toward him. “And ’ow can I help?”

“I’d like to know more about the slave auctions.”

Jane and Santos were sitting in a quiet corner of the gardens, away from the lights and wandering guests. After dinner, Dirk had stolen away with Antonio leaving them to wander the grounds by themselves.

“How familiar are you with the auction process?” Santos slid his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m not.” Making a mental note to burn them, Jane kicked off her shoes. “Peter explained the basics to me. Potential submissives enter into an arrangement with a master to be trained. Is it like a boot camp for bondage?”

“Close enough.” Santos stretched out his long legs. “Have you ever heard the name, Archer Drengr?”