Текст книги "Aurora James"
Автор книги: Jessica Ingro
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A black Lexus LS 460 pulled up behind my car at the same time Sophie and I were walking down the steps of my apartment building to the parking lot. We were on our way to dinner and then to the grocery store.
The Lexus was completely out of place alongside the rundown, used vehicles that dotted the lot that I had to do a double-take. The fact that it was literally parked horizontally behind my car added to my unease.
My steps slowed hesitantly, unsure as to who was behind the wheel considering the windows were all blacked out. Ever since Xavier had lost his shit about Spencer, I had felt a tad bit paranoid. It was starting to fuck with my head. I had even convinced myself that I’d seen Spencer several different times while I was out shopping or running errands. It was a bit unnerving.
We were twenty feet away from the car when the driver’s window rolled down, revealing the man inside. My face broke out into a relieved smile and Sophie wriggled her hand free to bolt to the car.
“Where’s the Aston Martin?” I asked when I arrived at his sleek, hot-as-shit luxury car.
“Can’t fit a car seat in the Aston,” he informed me with a point of his thumb towards the pink car seat set up in the back. My heart tripped over itself at the thoughtfulness of that gesture. The sweet, caring, and completely over-the-top gesture.
“You bought a car so my daughter could ride with you?” I asked disbelievingly. Was this man actually for real? With each day that passed, I became more terrified that one day I would wake up to find this was all a dream and he wasn’t real at all.
It would be just my luck.
“Aurora, I have four cars, all of which are two-seaters. It’s no big deal for me to get another one. Now get in.” His bossiness had me throwing attitude his way, something that for the most part amused him. The rest of the time we ended up in a humdinger of an argument over it.
“You’re awfully bossy. Maybe I don’t want to.” I crossed my arms in a defiant gesture.
“I want to ride with X, Mommy,” Sophie whined as she pulled on the handle to the back door repeatedly. Xavier pushed the power locks and the door sprung open, nearly knocking her off her feet.
“No child locks?” I bitched like it was the biggest offense in the world.
He gave me an amused smirk that made me glare in response. “Get in the car, Aurora.”
“Come on, Mommy,” Sophie called from her place in the back seat.
I was never not going to get in the car, I just didn’t want him to think he could snap his fingers and I would come running to do his bidding. Xavier got his way with everyone on a daily basis. I was determined to keep him on his toes and make him work for my submission.
“Fine,” I huffed and rounded the car.
After ensuring Sophie was secured in her seat, I slid in the passenger seat, taking in a whiff of the new car smell and loving the soft feel of leather under my hands. Snapping my seatbelt on, I turned to Xavier, who was watching me with rapt attention. “We were going to dinner and then grocery shopping. Am I to assume this means you want to tag along?”
I couldn’t picture Xavier in a grocery store. It seemed far too domestic a task for him to partake in. Then again, even he needed to eat. Maybe he did his own grocery shopping. There was still a lot I didn’t know about him. It wasn’t as if he readily answered the personal questions I asked him. Instead, he found ways to distract me. Like his tongue between my legs or his cock in my mouth, both of which always led to more exciting things.
“Change in plans. I got a new entertainment system installed in the media room today. We’ll order pizza and watch a movie down there. You can go shopping tomorrow. Alone.”
Xavier’s house was massive in size. On the first floor were the open planned living area and kitchen. Off that space was a hallway that led to a full bath, the master bedroom with attached en suite, as well as a guest room and office. The second floor had three more guest rooms, each with their own bathroom and a game room. In the basement, he had it tricked out to be a bar/lounge and a media room complete with stadium seating and a screen that took up a whole wall. It was ridiculously expansive and way too much for one person. Which was something I shared with him. Repeatedly.
“Yay!” Sophie shrieked behind us. “Can we watch Cinderella?”
I laughed at the look of aversion on Xavier’s face before he hid it. He looked over the seat and said, “Maybe next time, bug.”
The use of her new nickname softened the blow and instead of melting down like I thought she would, she smiled serenely instead. If that was all it took to keep her from a tantrum, I was going to have to employ this technique from now on.
The car ride to his house was uneventful as Sophie proceeded to tell Xavier about her day at school, something I had already heard when I’d picked her up earlier that day.
Xavier pulled into his large garage that I had yet to see inside since until that point I had always driven my own car there. I alighted from the car and looked around in awe at the line of cars there. Next to the new Lexus was the Aston Martin, along with a Porsche. Guess he wasn’t lying about having more than one car.
“I thought you said you had four other cars?”
“I do. They’re in the other garage around the side along with my ATV and jet ski.”
“Oh,” I mumbled, overwhelmed by just how much money he seemed to have.
Xavier led us into the kitchen and Sophie bolted for the television in the living room while he proceeded to dig through a drawer for some menus. He tossed one on the counter in front of me before fitting his front to my back.
“Order whatever you want. Just no anchovies and no pineapple.”
“Okay,” I breathed when his hands swept the hair off my left shoulder and over to the right one. My body tensed as I waited for his reaction to the surprise I had yet to tell him about.
It had been a spur of the moment decision that I’d thought made perfect sense. Until that moment, I hadn’t considered the possibility that he wouldn’t like it.
“What’s this?” he asked in that scary calm voice he sometimes used.
“A tattoo?” I asked, knowing full well that was exactly what it was.
“I got that,” he said dryly. “When did you get it done?”
“Two days ago.”
“And I’m just seeing it now?” he said with a little more edge to it.
“Yes?” Was he mad about the tattoo itself or the fact that I didn’t tell him about it? I couldn’t be sure.
“Why this?” His finger lightly traced the X and O script behind my left ear, making me shiver.
My body relaxed at his softer tone, and I leaned into his chest. “X and O means hugs and kisses,” I informed him cheekily. That wasn’t the reason for my choice, but that didn’t mean I was giving him the truth all that easily.
“You want X’s and O’s?” he asked teasingly, his lips pressing soft kisses around the tattoo.
“I only want your X’s and O’s,” I told him truthfully.
“Good, ‘cause I got a big one right here for you.” He pressed his groin into my butt and my eyes closed as need rushed through me.
“My daughter is in the next room,” I reminded him.
He hummed against my neck but continued his sensual assault on my neck.
If I didn’t take control of the situation, it had the potential of getting messy. I didn’t think my four-year-old needed to learn about sex this early in life.
With great effort, I turned around in his arms and wrapped mine around his neck.
“You do know that XO is you, right?”
His eyes flared and his head descended to give me a fierce, close-mouthed kiss.
“I’ll show you later exactly what I think of you inking me on that sweet little body of yours.”
Well alright, then. Crisis averted. He liked it.
“Tell me how you want it.” His words were muffled against my inner thigh as his tongue trailed across the skin there.
“Don’t care,” I gasped when his tongue finally completed its trek to where I had been silently pleading for it to go. It swirled around my bundle of nerves, just a light teasing touch that had me practically coming out of my skin and begging for more.
To say Xavier was thrilled with my choice in tattoo was a serious understatement. He had just spent the last hour slowly building the burn inside me. So slowly it was excruciatingly so.
“You want to come on my tongue?” Said appendage took another sweep through my wetness before circling around my clit.
I mumbled unintelligably and gripped the sheets to keep from grabbing his head and forcing it where I wanted, something I had learned a while ago only made him stop what he was doing and torture me in other ways.
“Or do you want to come on my cock?” His head moved up to rest on my belly as his hands ran up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumbs rubbing deliciously back and forth across them. Another sweet torture that had me squirming underneath him.
I opened my eyes and looked down the length of my body to where his head rested, his eyes focused on what his fingers were doing. When he sensed my gaze, his eyes moved to mine. They were lazy with desire and practically singed me with their heat.
“What do you want?” He repeated his earlier question, and I knew right then and there exactly what I wanted.
“Your cock.” I gasped when his fingers rolled both my nipples at the same time. “I want to look in your eyes when I come.”
Xavier needed no further direction. Within seconds, I found myself on his lap with my legs wrapped around his back and his cock impaling me.
God. God. God. This was what I needed. What I longed for. To be full of him. To be connected to him in the most intimate way possible.
My forehead rested against his. Our eyes held and our breaths mingled as we made love languorously as if we had all the time in the world.
This just moved up to my favorite position. Hands down.
“Honey,” I sighed when he slowly retreated and then filled me again.
“I hope I don’t fall in love with you,” he whispered as he moved deep inside me, his hands cradling my face, his eyes boring into my soul.
“I hope you don't either,” I whispered back. The unspoken awareness that we both already had lingered in the air between us. Even if he wasn’t ready to admit it yet, I knew in my heart he was experiencing the same emotions I was. They were too strong for him not to.
Employing my yoga skills, I squeezed my muscles and lightly thrust my hips to add to the delightful friction between our bodies.
“Come for me,” he urged, and I blinked, making my hazy vision clear, and focused on his face to see that he was holding on by a thread.
I brought an arm from his shoulder down between our bodies, rubbing my clit as he continued to move inside me. Within a few minutes, I pushed myself over the edge, coming with a low moan.
When I came back down to earth and opened my eyes, I was disappointed to see I had missed most of Xavier’s release. His teeth sank into his bottom lip and he trembled in my arms with the residual aftershocks of his orgasm.
We stayed connected that way, breathing heavily, wrapped up in each other’s arms for several minutes afterward. Then Xavier rolled us to the side, rearranging us so I was on my back, my legs and arms still wrapped around him and his body resting on top of mine.
“I take it you liked my new tattoo?” I teased about our marathon love-making session.
“It’s a gift I don’t deserve and definitely didn’t earn.” His voice dipped, and he continued to rock my world. “But I sure as fuck appreciate it. Thank you, féileacán.”
Tears filled my eyes and my heart felt like it was going to burst with love for this man. Sucking up my courage, I admitted in a quiet voice, “I have very strong feelings for you, honey.”
His face went soft and his eyes went lazy as he took in my words. Then his head slanted and his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was deep and wet and left me completely breathless. And in the end, I didn’t mind at all that he hadn’t verbally reciprocated my feelings.
His kiss said it all.
It was nearing nine o’clock and my feet were killing me as I sat at the bar in The Den, sipping on a coke. Trixie was taking a few days away from her daughter now that her son-in-law was home, saying it was pertinent she give them some alone time together.
While I agreed wholeheartedly, I didn’t like the fact that it meant I was mostly working the room again since she was there to do the rest.
It was there at the bar that I realized that even though I had initially enjoyed my time working at The Den and had adapted—I thought—rather well at being thrust into the life of a high-end hooker, I didn’t miss it. At all.
The challenge of keeping everything running smoothly had become my new obsession. I loved coming to work every day and left fulfilled in a way I hadn’t in a long while, even if some of the girls still hadn’t come to terms with my new position.
I couldn’t really blame them for their standoffish behavior considering I was the newest of them all and seemingly got preferential treatment by being “promoted” out from under their noses. And that was exactly why I was still getting animosity from them after word finally spread about the real reason why Trixie wasn’t coming around very often.
I probably would have thought the same thing if I had been in their shoes. Obviously there was a reason Xavier had singled me out and given me the chance to do something more. And the easiest explanation in their minds was that I was sleeping with him, which was unconfirmed but very much true. Although, I had also heard I was blackmailing him into letting me stay out of the stable.
Cherry led a balding man with a rotund belly over to where I sat. Her face had a catty grin on it and I braced myself for whatever she had up her sleeve.
She was the worst out of the two-dozen girls working for Xavier. She undermined me every chance she got. She spread rumors around about me having chlamydia and being pregnant with some random client’s baby. She constantly planted seeds of hatred into other girls’ brains.
I had even found the lock picked on my own room and some of my stuff tossed just the week before. I just knew she was behind it, but I couldn’t prove it since the security cameras mysteriously had a glitch the same night it happened.
“Aurora,” she said snottily. “Jerry here is looking for someone to cut her hair into a pixie cut and shave all her body hair off. I told him you would do it for six thousand plus one thousand in tips. He’s pretty excited.”
My mouth dropped open as I looked over at the man who was now blushing, his hand stuck inside the waist of his pants. It was the hopeful and expectant look on his face that made me pissed at her, though. She knew I wouldn’t do it. Hell, most of the girls wouldn’t do it even for seven grand. She also didn’t care that she was getting his hopes up either. Even if he did have strange requests, he was still a person who didn’t deserve being a pawn in her twisted games.
What Cherry thought she was going to get out of this was beyond me. It wasn’t like I was going to go off on him for being a freak and storm away.
Then again, she probably figured after I refused the virgin with obvious distaste that I would have done the same in this case. She knew that kind of behavior would get me fired.
“I’m sorry, Jerry, but I’m going to have to decline. I rather like my hair the length I have it. If you’d like, I could see if one of the other girls would be interested, however,” I gently let him down.
“You could do that?” His eyes brightened and he gave me a shy smile.
“I can.” I gestured to Cheech to hand me a napkin and a pen. I pushed it towards Jerry and said, “Write your information on there and I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, if there are any services you still want to try tonight, Ghost over there can hook you up.” I pointed to the black man standing by the secret door, avidly watching our exchange. Xavier insisted on no one touching me or messing with me whenever I was out on the floor. Ghost seemed to take that directive very seriously.
After Jerry thanked me and scurried towards the exit, Cherry stomped her foot and left on a frustrated noise. I shook my head at her pathetic attempt to rattle me and stood from the stool, going back to the platform to relieve Kitty, who I knew was eyeing a group of men in the corner who appeared to be big spenders.
Gyrating your hips for hours on hours was actually quite tiring. It was also rather dull. Sparky was a good deejay, but there were only so many times I could listen to dance music before I went out of my mind. An hour later, when Ghost nodded at me, letting me know my replacement was there, I smiled.
I climbed down the stairs and made a beeline towards the secret door. Halfway across the floor, I felt his eyes on me. My steps faltered and changed direction of their own accord. Taking a leisurely stroll of the room instead of immediately leaving, I came upon Xavier leaning against the wall with a predatory look on his face.
“I can’t wait to get you alone,” he whispered in my ear. “There’s a present for you on my bed. I expect you to be wearing it and ready to go when I get there.”
“Okay,” I breathed with anticipation. It had been several days since we were able to be alone. Between his schedule and mine, it just hadn’t happened. We were long overdue for some sexy time. Extremely sexy time.
“Get out of here before I bend you over a table and give everyone a show.” His eyes blazed as they swept my body in its red lace lingerie, making my stomach dip.
Even though I wanted him right then and there regardless of who might see, I turned on my heel and left on a mission. The sooner I got to his house, the sooner we could be together again.
I let myself into Xavier’s house, flipping on lights as I went. Not paying attention to anything other than my mission, I went straight to his bedroom to see what my surprise was. On the bed, I spotted a garment bag and shoe box.
I rushed over to them and made quick work of opening both, amazed by the treasures I found inside.
The dress in the bag was a navy blue Badgley Mischka gown. I picked it up and admired it. It was a strapless, layered dress with an empire waistline. The bottom layer was made of soft silk while the top layer was a delicate lace. The hemline in the front was higher, meant to hit above my knees, while the hemline of lace in the back was lower, almost skimming the ground.
I couldn’t believe this was for me. It was the most stunning dress I had ever seen.
In the box, I found a pair of Jimmy Choo silver heels that were strappy and stunning in their own right.
The last time I had been to his house was the night of the tattoo reveal. When it had been time to put Sophie to bed, I’d unwillingly pulled myself from Xavier’s arms to leave. That was when he’d informed me we didn’t need to leave because he had clothes for her put in the guest room down the hall from his room.
When I’d finally picked my jaw up off the floor, I’d asked how he had managed that. No one in their right minds would ever expect to find Xavier shopping in a little girls’ section at the store. Besides, it wasn’t as if he knew her sizes.
“Ghost bought them.” He’d sounded slightly aggrieved that I would question his ability to procure whatever he wanted.
I’d choked on my laughter at the thought of Ghost shopping in the little girls’ section. It was as amusing as the image I had of Xavier there. When my mind then conjured up a scene of the two of them together, clueless and fumbling around tiny pink clothes, I had laughed out loud, which had made him glare at me.
“Ghost has a little girl, Aurora. It isn’t that funny,” he’d said in a distressed tone.
“He does?” I’d sobered up enough to ask.
“Yeah. And no you can’t meet her. She doesn’t touch this world. Ever.”
“Okay,” I’d whispered at his fierce tone, correctly assuming it was a big deal that this be honored.
I would have to inquire how he’d made this all happen because standing in front of the mirror in Xavier’s walk-in closet, admiring how perfectly the dress fit me, I couldn’t quite fathom Ghost going out and buying the ensemble. Only a woman would truly appreciate the beauty of this dress.
Realizing I was wasting time getting ready for whatever Xavier had planned, I hurried into the bathroom to the dressing table between the double sinks and pulled out the extra makeup kept there.
The whole time I touched up my face, I tried to come up with an idea of where we were going or what we were doing later that night. In the end, I came up empty, save the hope I had that he just wanted me to dress up so he could take it off. My lips curled up in a secretive smile as I lifted the tube of lipstick to them. I would second and third that idea if it were on the menu.
My red stained lips pressed down on the tissue, setting the lipstick on them perfectly. The smile that played there was nothing compared to the excitement I felt inside.
It was almost eleven o’clock, which meant he would be there soon, and I could not wait. It had been a long few days since the last time we were able to be together, and I longed for him the way a man lost in the desert longed for water.
Waiting for me always drove him crazy, and I knew him well enough to know that one look at the sexy dress that clung to every curve of my body would have his restraint snapping. Add to that my red lips that he loved seeing wrapped around his cock, and it was sure to be a really, really good night.
Footsteps on the carpet had me glancing up into the mirror of my dressing table with anticipation. He was earlier than I had expected. He must have rushed through whatever he had left to do just to get to me. A smile spread across my face at that. Just as quickly as it came, though, it was gone. Happiness was wiped away, only to be replaced with alarm when my eyes met someone’s other than his in the mirror.
This was bad… so very bad.
If Xavier knew about the man standing in his bedroom right then, he would bring the house down with his rage. No one would be safe from it.
This was going to end horribly. I could feel it right down to my bones.
Thank God Sophie was staying at Ruth’s house tonight.
The intruder looked at me with a craziness in his eyes I had never seen before. Something was not right with him. It frightened me to my very core.
“What are you doing here?” I asked in a small and choked voice.
“I’m here for you,” the deceptively calm voice replied as its owner crossed the expanse of the room to stand behind me.
I had learned early on when to be afraid of someone, and right then, with his cold eyes locked on mine and his lips curled into a sneer, I knew it was that time.
Paralyzed with fear, I watched in horror as he lifted a syringe and stuck it into my neck. A burn worked its way through my veins, and I instinctively lunged to the side to get away from him, only to be met with a fist slamming into my face, making me see stars.
My earlier suspicions were confirmed right then and there… This was not going to end well at all.
The last thought to cross my mind right before everything went black was that I hoped Xavier was my knight in shining armor after all.
I came to some time later with a throbbing in my head and soreness in my limbs. When I tried to sit up, I realized they were sore because they couldn’t move. Slowly, I was able to lift my eyelids. That was when I saw the metal around my wrist. My head moved quickly the other way and saw the same thing there. I lifted my head, chin to chest, and saw down the length of my naked body that my ankles were tied with rope to the bedposts.
What the hell?
My stomach dropped as my mind fought through the fog still clogging it in order to remember what had happened. When the memory of my abduction came back to me, bile rose up my throat.
Spencer.
The crazy look in his eyes when he’d shown up at Xavier’s reminded me of the times when Kevin would come home high as a kite from one drug or another. His mood was always volatile and he often got aggressive with me both physically and sexually whenever that happened.
I pulled on my restraints frantically, freaked the fuck out that I was being held at the whim of a possibly drugged out crazy man.
My wrists were bleeding and my ankles had rope burn by the time I finally stopped trying to get free. My body sagged with despair as I took in the room surrounding me. The only furniture was the bed I was on and a table in the corner. The walls were made of concrete blocks. There were no windows on any of them. The only way in or out of the room was through the metal door on the wall to my right.
I stared at that door for what felt like forever, willing it to open and for Xavier to come through and save me. My body started when it finally did open, my heart racing as I waited to see who was there.
When Spencer entered the room with a glass of water and a straw, I started struggling again.
“You son of a bitch!” I yelled as loud as I could, hoping someone could hear me now that the door was open.
“Shut the fuck up,” he thundered at the same time his fist connected with my cheekbone in the exact same spot he had hit earlier. Instead of screaming again, I started crying both out of pain and frustration.
“Stop fucking crying,” he muttered. “If you don’t, I’ll gag you.”
I shut my mouth and sniffled, still letting the tears fall, only now they were silent.
He set the glass of water on the table next to a ring of keys and began pacing the room agitatedly. I eyed the keys, wishing there was some way for me to get to them. Surely they would open the handcuffs holding me down.
“Why?” I finally worked up the courage to ask him, though I did it in a near whisper.
His head whipped around to face me, his lips curled in disgust. “I’m the one who’s going to ask the questions here.”
He took long strides across the room towards me. When he made it to the side of the bed, I held my breath and tried to make myself small, my body leaning away from him as best I could.
When his hand came from around his back, I saw a glint of silver right before the tip of a knife was pressed against the front of my throat. The point pricked my skin sharply, making my eyes widen and my whole body freeze.
With the blade still to my neck, he pushed my head viciously to the side, and I felt the shallow cut that resulted from my neck moving against the blade. The blood was warm and wet as it trickled down my skin.
“Didn’t want to do it,” he muttered more to himself than to me. I answered him anyway.
“Why are you, then?”
“Heard word you were letting him in that pussy. Didn’t want to believe it, but this shit—” he moved the knife to press the tip of it to my XO tattoo “—says it all.”
“You’re reading way too much into a drunken night out with the girls.” I tried to casually laugh at his assertion, but it fell flat. How I was even talking to him right then was beyond me.
“Am I? So that piece of shit’s cock hasn’t been inside you?” His face twisted into a snarl.
Lie to save myself? You better believe it. Even fighting hysterics, I knew it was best to tell him what he wanted to hear.
“It isn’t like that. He doesn’t touch the merchandise.”
“Don’t lie to me.” His arm swung back and with a great force he backhanded me again. I felt an explosion radiating out from my cheek and my eyes instantly filled with a fresh set of tears. A sob tore from my throat and I fought the urge to pass out.
“Spence,” I whimpered. My head was throbbing and tears were flowing down my cheeks in earnest.
“Don’t fucking Spence me!” he roared, completely out of control. “Cherry told me. She told me all about you and Xavier. She warned me you couldn’t be trusted. Later, I’ll see to it that Xavier knows the boss isn’t playing. Now you’ll have to pay for lying to me.”
The mention of Cherry made me frown, but I had no time to focus on that when he dropped the knife on the floor and his hands started working at his belt while his eyes devoured me with a sickening amount of hunger. I knew what was coming, and even though I tried to turn off my emotions like it was just another John, the very real fact that someone who used to protect me from this kind of behavior was now about to violate me, didn’t allow that to happen.
Why would he do this to me when he knew what it was like himself? It made no sense to my frantic mind.
Once he freed himself, his fingers unknotted the ropes around my ankles and then wrapped around my legs, yanking my body down the bed and stretching my arms until the metal of the handcuffs bit into my wrists. Legs spread wide, he wasted no time climbing over me on the bed.
The thought of kicking at him with my legs crossed my mind, but I didn’t even bother to fight the inevitable. Nothing I did was going to make him stop. If anything he’d just hurt me worse if I fought.
All I could do was hang on as long as I could and pray Xavier would find me. The thought that I might never see Sophie again was the only thing that kept me going. Even if I was broken inside, I needed to walk out of this room alive. The alternative was not an option.
When Spencer’s fingers dipped inside me, I turned my head and stared at the wall, desperately looking for that headspace that I needed to make it through this.
He’s just a John…a John that wanted his fill, but that I didn’t want.
The words filled my brain on repeat and my body relaxed a miniscule amount. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
The tip of his cock prodded my entrance right before his hips reared forward, thrusting into me. I tried not to, but I still cried out in pain. I was nowhere near ready for him and it hurt.
The mantra on repeat in my mind picked back up. Breathing deep, I conjured up images of Xavier. His beautifully masculine face. The blue of his eyes when he moved inside me. The grip of his fingers on my hips that let me know how much he wanted me without words. The soft voice he used when he called me his féileacán.
And just like that my body relaxed and I felt myself blossoming. My channel became slick and Spencer was able to move inside me easier. As long as I could pretend, I was going to be okay. Then I’d worry about the little fact that Spencer was most likely sent to either destroy me or kill me. Either one would make Xavier suffer.
