and sat back down into the darkest part of the room. “So how are
you going to convince me otherwise?”
A big hand grabbed the back of his neck, or more like the shirt
at the back of the neck. Roughly, he was shoved over to a chair
and forced to sit down, with the one who held and beat him
standing right behind him.
“Makayla hasn’t been touched,” Ryland spoke fast. “That’s
why I sent her away. I knew that you might be interested in her
later on.”
“Really?” he sounded bored. “Funny, but I was interested in
Samara. She was a special pick.” The way he said “special” had
Ryland shivering. He just hoped like hell he didn’t piss his pants.
“What do you know?”
“She was requested to the Compound, taken from the house,
and presented at the fall party,” the one behind Ryland answered.
“Dane Knight married her. They’ll be there until morning.”
“Now, we definitely have a problem, Ryland.” A snap of a
finger and the one standing behind Ryland bent over, and hit his
hand with a hammer. Ryland screamed out in pain as his hand
was broken. “I paid you for a virgin.” Now he sounded dangerous.
“Paid you a lot of money and expected you to keep my property
safe and intact. Now, I’m out money and have no virgin. This
disappoints me Ryland. It disappoints me greatly.”
Ryland held his broken hand, tears falling freely down his
face. He bit his lower lip to suppress any sound. “I’ll—I’ll do
whatever you want,” Ryland had a hell of a time speaking. The
pain was unbearable.
“Oh, I have no doubt you will.” Once more he stood up, but it
wasn’t Ryland his attention was fixed on. “You’ve had dealings
with this Dane Knight, I take it.”
“I know him,” the one standing behind him answered. “He’s
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associated with some powerful people in Treece. Two being
Blaine Cedric and Darius Alistair.”
“Impressive. I want to know everything there is to know about
Dane Knight. Samara is now worthless, but there might be some
hope for her sister. Find out where the sister is. She may be of
some use, but I’ll have to check.”
“What about him?”The man pointed at Ryland.
Ryland held his breath, fearing the worst. He didn’t want to die
and he was now thinking that he made a deal with the devil; a
deal that he couldn’t get out of. He had made a deal that just
might bury him alive.
“Get his hand fixed. He might need to use it.” Once more,
Ryland was jerked to his feet. He was pushed towards the door,
only to stop. “Cameron. I’m depending on you. Don’t let me
down.”
“No sir, you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll get you what
you want and I’ll have tons of fun doing it.”
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Chapter Six
Dane woke to the sun shining in his face, a warm body
pressed up against him, and hot food that made his stomach
growl. He opened his eyes and glanced down at the foot of the
bed. On the table was breakfast.
He reached towards the night stand for his wristwatch that he
left before the party, to see what time it was. It was already eight
in the morning. He groaned, took a deep breath, and slipped from
the bed without disturbing Samara. Dane went into the bathroom
for a quick shower. Once finished, he dressed in a pair of jeans
and one of his silk shirts before he went back to the bed to get her
up.
“Samara.” She rolled onto her stomach and Dane couldn’t
resist kissing her back and pulling the sheet away. He ran the
back of his hands down her spine to the curve of her ass before
raising his hand and swatting her.
“What the hell!” She rose up on one hand, hair in her face.
“Time to get up. Food is here and it’s hot.” He walked away,
heading over to the table and sitting down with a sigh.
Samara swung her legs over the side of the bed, wrapped the
sheet around her body, and brushed hair from her face. “What
time is it?”
“It’s a little after eight.”
“God, I feel like I’ve got a hangover.” She bent over and
rubbed her forehead. “I’ve never slept this late before.”
“This is late?” He frowned. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What
time do you usually get up?”
Samara stood up and looked around the bed. She picked up
the blanket, and tossed the pillows around. It appeared like she
was looking for the robe or something. “I usually get up between
four and five in the morning. Where’s the robe?”
“No clue.”
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She shrugged, turned, and surprised him by heading over to
him, holding the sheet close to her chest, but she didn’t sit down
next to him. She sat across from him, as usual.
“So you get up before the crack of dawn. Why?” Dane started
picking up lids to the food spread out on the table.
Eggs, pancakes, sausage, toast, croissant rolls, orange juice,
coffee, and fruit were spread out on the table. Dane half-figured it
was more food than Samara usually got to eat. He watched her
closely. Her eyes got bigger just by looking at the food, and saw
her lick her lips several times.
“You can eat whatever you want,” he told her. “I’m not going
to take any of it away.”
“Do I look that bad?”
“You look like a girl that hasn’t eaten in a very long time.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I told you last night. My
father usually got to eat everything first. Makayla and I only got
what was left, and most of the time it wasn’t much. So I gave it to
her.”
“I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “Nothing for you to sorry about. My father is a
bastard, plain and simple. I mean, he was always a dick, but when
my mother left us, he really changed.”
“Where’d your mother go?”
Samara picked up a grape and put it into her mouth. Dane
picked up the pitcher of juice and poured her a large glass. “Don’t
know. I just woke up one day, and she was gone. Never could
understand how she could just leave us with him.”
“Well, maybe I can see if we can find her.” He saw the hope in
her eyes. “But first, I want you to eat and eat until you’re full.”
Dane saw a twitch of her lips, almost like she was going to
smile but held it back.
She ate slowly and hesitantly at first. About an hour after the
meal was delivered, the door unlocked and opened again. In
came the servants with towels over their arms and one large box.
“Well it looks like that’s my cue to take off,” Dane stood up
and stretched. “The final pampering of our time at the Compound
begins.” He took her hand, helped her up to her feet, and brought
h
er knuckles up to his lips for a quick kiss. “It’s time for your bath.”
He backed up, keeping a hold on her hand until the last second.
“She’s all yours. Take good care of her.”
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* * * *
Samara didn’t move, only stared at Dane as he backed out of
the room. Once the door closed, the young women came up to
her, two taking hold of her arms and leading her into the
bathroom.
A hot, scented bubble bath was drawn for her. The whole
room filled with the scent of tropical flowers. She soaked for a bit,
enjoying how the hot water eased her sore muscles and relaxed
her. It embarrassed her when they started to wash her from head
to foot. Once the water cooled, the women helped her out and
dried her body. Again, Samara felt strange having anyone take
care of her in the manner these women were doing. In only a
towel, they led her into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped
and freshly made with new clothes laid out on top. It was a
tradition of the Compound to be dressed in one special outfit. The
clothes told anyone who saw her that she was a new wife. Sort of
like a wedding gown, but without the white lace and long gown.
A pale pink, silk blouse with long sleeves, which would be
tight around her wrists, was spread out on the covers. One
woman removed her towel and a thong placed at her feet for her
to step into. Then the woman picked up her top and held it over
her head. The neckline was so loose it hung off her shoulders, but
it had an elastic band that fit tightly around her waist. She wore no
bra under it and the silk teased her nipples, making them hard.
The matching skirt had a high slit on the side and a woman drew it
up from her feet to her hips. It was a short skirt which stopped at
her knees. There were ruffles adorning the hemline and up the
skirt’s slit, which matched the effect of the ruffles around the
neckline and wrists of the blouse. After the servants helped
Samara sit down, soft, pale pink cotton leggings graced her legs,
and knee-high boots with soft pale fur to match.
While she was sitting down, her hair was brushed and dried,
then pulled back with diamond encrusted combs on the sides.
Standing in front of the mirror, which had been brought in, Samara
knew without a doubt that her life really had changed. She was no
longer the poor girl her father abused. No longer would she worry
about her next meal or when a beating might come. But could she
handle being Dane’s wife? What did that entail?
“My God, you are beautiful.” Dane snuck up behind her,
meeting Samara’s eyes in the mirror. “I could just about eat you
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up.”
“I don’t look like myself,” she stated. “This is some kind of
dream and, very soon, I’m going to wake up from it.”
“Well, then, let me just add to it.” She watched him reach over
her head and place a necklace around her neck. Made of rubies
and diamonds it matched the band around her finger. “Now it’s all
official. You’re my wife.”
Samara shook her head, touching the necklace, “Dane this is
too much,” she breathed out.
“No, it’s not nearly enough.” He turned her, kissing her deeply.
“You deserve much more, Samara, and I’m going to make sure
you have it. You’ll no longer be abused or expected to serve. Hell,
I’ve even got a cook, so you don’t have to do that either.” She
lowered her eyes and he raised her head with a finger under her
chin. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m worried about Makayla, Dane. I don’t know what my
father is going to do now that I’m no longer his cash box.”
“You let me worry about that.” He gave her another kiss on
the lips; a short kiss that left Samara wanting more. In fact, she
wanted much more, and that slightly bothered her since she didn’t
really know him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed against her
lips. “I’ve got a strong feeling that I’m going to fall head over heels
in love with you real fast.”
Samara couldn’t help herself and smiled. She looked him right
in his blue eyes, “You don’t know me well enough to say that. Hell,
I bet once you get a taste of the baggage I have, you’ll want to get
rid of me faster than stink on shit.”
Dane laughed, “Oh, for sure I’m going to fall for you. But first,
how about we get the hell out of here?”
Samara nodded. “I’m all for that.”
Hand in hand they left the room. This time, Samara left out the
front door.
A limo was waiting for them with a driver holding the back
door open. Dane stood to the side, letting her get in before him.
She slid onto the cool leather seat and stared around in
amazement.
There was a phone, small bar, and flowers. There was even a
dark window that separated them from the driver. On the floor
there were bags from Veto’s, one of the biggest and most
expensive stores in Treece.
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“Ah, good,” Dane stated, sliding in across from her.
“Everything’s here.”
“Naw.” He opened one of the bags, peeking inside. “I just
rented it for you.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” he shrugged, opening the bag wide and leaning it
towards her. “You like these? If not, I can have them returned.”
Samara looked inside the bag. There were bras, panties,
stockings and garter belts in many colors. When she reached
inside to touch one, she found it as soft as the silk shirt that Dane
wore.
“I also got you a couple outfits. I thought once Kera met you,
she’d take you shopping for what you need.”
“You assume that she’ll like me.” She sat back. “What if she
doesn’t?”
“Oh, I have a strong feeling that she will.”
The limo pulled away, heading east towards the woods.
Samara watched everything go by. It was the first time she got an
up close look at the rich side of Treece.
Shops that she had only heard about they passed by as she
stared out her window. The people dressed in such nice clothes,
she instantly felt out of place, but for some strange reason,
whenever Dane touched her leg or squeezed her hand, the fear
and displacement she felt vanished.
Maybe forty-five minutes went by, and the limo was turning
onto a paved, winding driveway, and what came into view at the
end, stole her breath away.
A large, two story log cabin with a basement showed itself
through a thickness of trees. Samara sat forward in the seat,
lowered the window, and gaped at it. The driveway lead to the
Lodge’s grand entrance and portico and stopped right next to a
wide, stained glass double door. The limo st
opped, the driver got
out, and the back door opened. Samara got out slowly, staring up
at the house which was now her home.
Dane took her hand walked her up to the door and opened it
for her, standing back. With some hesitation, Samara entered the
house and was blown away. A grand front room left her
speechless. A stone fireplace that seemed to go up into vaulted
ceilings was off to the left. Bolted right above the fireplace, a flat
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screen television, and positioned around it, were one large black
leather sofa, a matching love seat, and two rocker recliners.
Between the furniture, wooden end tables, and under it all, one
huge black and white fur rug. On the right, a wooden staircase
which reached a loft that had a hallway going left and right. To the
back, a dining room table with six chairs. The table rested in what
she saw as the middle of the house. To the right and left of the
table, other hallways lead to wonderfully adorned rooms, which
Dane pointed out as spare bedrooms.
The kitchen was located at the back of the house. It appeared
to be a semi-commercial gourmet kitchen with upscale appliances
and granite counter tops. There was also a wooden spiral
staircase going up to the second floor. Hidden behind a closed
door were stairs going down to the basement.
Hand in hand, Dane took Samara out the back door of the
kitchen to a large wraparound porch, which was also a deck.
Down the deck stairs, hidden from the road and drive, was a pool
that he specially designed. The ground pool was built in all stone,
making it look like it was a natural spring. What had Samara’s jaw
dropping was the stone waterfall that beat down into the pool.
“I keep it heated and going all year round,” Dane said.
“I’m speechless,” she said, walking around the pool. “I’ve
never seen a pool with a waterfall before.”
“Doubt you will,” he chuckled. “I wanted something rustic and
unusual, so I came up with this idea. Devon also has a cabin
home, but I don’t think it’s anything like this. It took me a few years
of building it behind my grandmother’s back to accomplish what
you are seeing.”
“Why’d you have to do that?”
“Because my grandmother is a control freak and that is