another conversation all together. Come on,” he extended his
hand to her. “You’ve got to see the rest of the place.”
They walked back in, and Dane took her over to the spiral
stairs. They walked upstairs and toward the far end of the house.
He opened the door and took her into one huge bedroom. Inside,
a four poster, king sized bed nestled in the center of the room
between two floor-to-ceiling windows. A chest was placed at the
foot, armoire to the left, chest o’ drawers to the right, and a set of
double glass stained doors that opened to a balcony.
Dane opened up a door next to the armoire that was a walk-in
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closet and another door on the other side that was the bathroom.
The closet and bathroom were connected from inside the closet.
“The other bedroom down the hall is bare. In fact, all but this
one is. I just moved in a few months ago.”
“Well I think it looks great,” she said, looking over the
bathroom. It had a shower, Jacuzzi tub, and toilet in its own
private room. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“It’s your home now.” He came up behind her, wrapping his
arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “So
how about a swim?”
Samara smiled and felt her face heat up. “I don’t have a suit.”
Dane turned her. He walked behind her, half-making her walk
in front. “Who said you needed one?” She laughed and his phone
went off. “Damn. How the hell do they know when I’m home?” he
sighed, letting her go and taking his cell out of the pocket. “Yea.”
Samara left him alone to talk. She left the bathroom, then the
bedroom, and back down stairs. The bags of clothes that Dane
bought for her were next to the front door. She picked them up
and turned and headed back for the stairs just as he was coming
down, still on the phone.
“Hold on.” He pressed the phone to his chest. “I’ve got to take
this. Why don’t you unpack those things and change if you want.
We’ll do a nighttime swim after dinner. Okay?”
“That’s fine.”
He took hold of her chin, bringing her face up towards him.
When he kissed her, Samara sighed and closed her eyes. For that
split second, she forgot who she was and where she was.
“God, I want to eat you up,” he said.
“Not right now, you’re not.” She smiled, brushing away from
him.
Dane laughed, and Samara went upstairs, smiling the whole
time. The only time her high slipped was when she thought about
what Makayla might be doing and where she was at. Samara’s
gut was screaming that she needed to find and protect her sister
with everything she had. Something just wasn’t right. No matter
how much her life might have improved, her sister was still
suffering and as long as she was breathing, her sister wasn’t
going to suffer.
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Chapter Seven
Samara changed into the new skirt and tank top Dane bought
for her. She didn’t bother with shoes and was now in the kitchen
looking through the cabinets trying to decide what to fix for dinner.
She also discovered that, in the basement, Dane had an office
with two computers running. He was into the stock market, and
made a very good living with selling and trading from the looks of
the house, grounds, and the kind of money he spent on her so far.
A knock on the front door had her stopping on her toes, with
the top cabinet doors open. Samara’s heart began to pound in her
chest. Fear took hold, preventing her from moving at all. Another
knock and she was closing the doors, turning, and walking
towards the front room very slowly.
First thought; her father found her and was going to drag her
back home to be degraded again.
“Hey, is someone at the door?” Dane came up behind her,
causing Samara to jump. He smiled and went right to the front
door. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Samara held her breath and bit her lower lip, waiting.
“Only giving you back the same shit you gave me,” she heard
a male voice say. “Chinese?”
house. They both were carrying bags in their hands, the man a six
pack of beer and the woman, sodas.
The guy was as big as Dane. He also had dark, thick hair
which reached his wide shoulders. The stranger’s dark brown,
kind eyes, bright smile, and playful attitude eased Samara. The
girl behind him appeared like she had a spark to her. She also
smiled and went right to the table with her bags. She also looked
Samara up and down.
“Samara, this is Devon and Kera Noved. Devon is one of my
best friends, and a major pain in the ass,” Dane said.
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Devon laughed, shoving one bag and the beer into Dane’s
hand. He extended his hand to Samara, which she took. “Nice to
meet you.”
“Hi.” Kera came over with her hand out to Samara also. “I
have to say, you’re a lot better than what I was expecting.”
“Huh?” Samara frowned.
“It means she likes you.” Devon draped his arm over Kera’s
shoulder. “Behave,” he pointed a finger at Kera. “Let’s eat!”
Samara was a bit confused and it must’ve shown on her face.
Dane came up to her and gave her a quick kiss before turning her
towards the table. With his hands on her shoulders, Samara was
powerless to do anything but sit down in the chair and let him get
the plates.
The food was spread out, and everything passed around the
table. It still felt strange for Samara to be able to sit down and eat
something hot before her father got to it, or eat until she was full,
not until the food ran out.
“Blaine called me last night,” Devon said, passing a box to
Kera on his left. “I told him you got married and I think he dropped
his cigar in his lap.”
Dane snickered and shook his head.
“He also said that Darius called him. Said that this high class
brothel, which used to be shut down, has reopened. Talk about
girls showing up for private viewing and expensive brutal nights.”
Dane had his fork halfway up to his mouth and stopped.
“And?”
“It was shut down about three years ago, but someone is
opening it up again with special invites only to the girls,” Devon
went on. “Price is half a mill to see a face, quarter to see a name.”
“And to see the flesh?” Dane asked.
“One and a half million.” Devon took a bite of his food.
Samara couldn’t touch a thing. “He also said that Darius called
him before he called me,” Devon went on. “Darius has an
invitation for a view for cost only.”
“Are you shitting me?” Dane asked, dropping his fork back on
his p
late.
“What’s this mean?” Samara asked. There was something
about the way Devon was talking about girls being shown that
bothered her. “Dane, what’s going on?”
Dane slumped back in his chair with a sigh, looking at her.
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Samara’s gut turned at his expression. “Girls have been going
missing. Maybe one or two out of them come back, but the family
is keeping it quiet if they do. We’ve been looking into it, only
because we think we know who might be behind the kidnappings.”
“My dear cousin,” Devon stated with disgust in his voice.
“What?” Samara gasped.
“Maybe now isn’t the best time to be talking about this shit,”
Kera said.
Now she felt like she was going to throw up. Samara pushed
away from the table, stood up and rushed out of the dining room
towards the bathroom. She slammed the door, barely made it to
the toilet before what little dinner she had came right back up.
“Samara,” Dane knocked on the door. “You okay?”
She flushed, stood up, and went over to the sink. Turning the
water on, she bent, washed out her mouth, then her hands before
turning her back on the mirror and leaning back against the
counter to take a few deep breaths.
The door opened slowly and Dane entered. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, keeping her eyes down on the floor. He
came closer, took hold of her face, and brought her head up to
meet him in the eye. “Talk to me.”
What could she tell him? Hey, my father is a sick bastard who
was selling me for a peep show. I don’t think so. “I’m fine. Guess
some of the food just didn’t agree with me,” she shrugged. “I’m not
used to eating every day, remember?”
“You sure?” She nodded. “Okay.”
“Hey,” Kera popped her head in with a smile. “How about we
go shopping in the morning? I bet you need just about everything.”
“Sure,” Samara said.
“Great. Then I’ll drag Devon out of here, and be back to pick
you up say, ten. We can have lunch and everything.” Kera tapped
the doorframe before leaving the two of them alone.
Devon complained some about leaving, but with the front door
closing, Samara let out a ragged sigh.
“Now you want to tell me what’s really going on?” Dane
crossed his arms over his chest, looking at her.
“Nothing.” She brushed past him, back to the table where she
started to get to work at cleaning the mess up.
“Samara, I’ll admit that I don’t know you that well, but I also
have to say I think I know you enough to tell when you’re lying to
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me.” He took hold of her wrist when she bent over the table to pick
up one of the plates, stopping her. “Talk to me. Please.”
She took another deep breath and slowly lowered herself
down to the chair, but she still couldn’t look at him. Just meeting
his eyes had the dirty feelings washing over her. What should she
tell him? How much?
“I think my father is part of what you were talking about.” She
forced the words out. “Or at least he knows about it.”
“Why would you think that?”
I can’t tell you that. “How else would he get the money that
he’s been getting lately?” It took a lot of willpower to move her
eyes up to meet him eye to eye. “He doesn’t work Dane. How the
hell could a man who doesn’t work bring home cash like he’s been
doing?”
Dane shook his head. “I think you’re making too much out of
this.”
“Or send Makayla away to a boarding school,” she rushed out,
standing back up. “I don’t know where, but come on. Any boarding
school around here costs a lot of money. Think about it.”
“Okay, I’ll give you that he might be doing something he
shouldn’t for money, but to get involved in kidnapping girls and
selling them. That’s stretching things.”
Her temper began to rise, but Samara held it at bay. She got
back to work at cleaning the table. “You’re right.”
She took the dishes to the sink and started rinsing them off.
But behind her, she could feel Dane’s eyes boring upon her back.
“There’s more, Samara,” he stated. “What are you still not
telling me?”
“Nothing.” She kept her back to him, loaded the dishwasher
and started to put the leftover food away.
“Samara.”
She tossed the towel to the counter and turned away, “I’m
going to bed. I’m tired and Kera is going to be here to pick me up
for shopping.”
* * * *
Dane watched her go. He kept his mouth shut, but deep down
he knew without a doubt that she was holding something back.
His gut was screaming that it had to do with her father, but for
some strange reason she was only giving him half of the
information.
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He finished cleaning up what she started then went around
the house shutting off all the lights and locking everything up. He
was also tired, but with each step up the stairs he took, his cock
stirred and came alive. By the time he reached the master
bedroom, he had steel behind his jeans and the overwhelming
need to be as close to her as he could get.
She was on her belly, the sheet down at her thighs. One of
the short lace nighties he bought her was covering her body, but
showing him clearly that she had nothing on underneath it.
He undressed, letting his clothes fall to the ground. As gently
as he could, he picked up that sheet and pulled it down her legs
before crawling onto the bed.
He parted her legs, stopped between them, and slid his hands
up her thighs. Under the gown, up over her ass and around under
her. He touched her smooth flesh, parted the folds of her pussy
and touched her clit. Samara stirred but didn’t wake up, so Dane
kept on touching her.
He rubbed, moved his finger around the nub, feeling her get
wet in her sleep for him. She stirred again and this time, she woke
up.
“Dane?” Her voice was tired. “What are you doing?”
As gently as he could he brought her back towards him, up to
her knees and slowly entered her heat. He moaned as his cock
parted the slick fold of her vagina, stretching her and burning him.
“God, you feel heavenly,” he gasped, grinding into her. “Like
I’ve died and gone straight to heaven each time we come
together.”
He moved, steady and strong. Withdrew, and slid forward.
Each thrust she gasped and tightened around him. Her hands
fisted into the sheet, head hung down, and hair covered her face
from him.
Harder, faster he moved until the bed began to rock. The
gasps that came from Samara turned into moans and pants. All
too quickly, it was over.
She cried out as she tightened around his shaft. She milked
him, pulled for his climax, leaving him powerless to hold back for
one more orgasm from her. He swelled, exploded, and dropped
down onto the bed with her body held securely in his arms.
“You can trust me, Samara,” he said after some time of
silence passed between them. “I hope you know that.”
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Kera showed up right at ten. Samara left with her to go
shopping and Dane made sure they both understood that Samara
could get what she needed and wanted. Alone in the house, he
walked around with a cup of coffee in one hand and the
newspaper in the other.
Dane always liked having the house to himself, but now that
he had someone to share it with, it all just seemed too quiet.
But that was all about to end when a black Rolls Royce pulled
up.
He was just about to take a drink but stopped with the cup
midway to his lips and watched the damn car turn and park right in
front of the door. The stiff ass driver got out, put his cap upon his
head, and pulled the black jacket down before opening the door.
He reached in with his white gloved hand and helped Berdina
Knight from the backseat.
Dane swore under his breath, put the cup and paper down on
a nearby table, and met his grandmother at the door. He opened it
before she could bang on it or barge in.
“Well, hello, Grandmother.” He smiled big. “What a surprise.”
“We need to talk,” Berdina grunted, pushing her way into his
home.
* * * *
“So how you like all of this so far?” Kera asked Samara as
they sat down at a table Devon had booked for them at the Italian
restaurant, Olafini’s.
Samara sat down across from her, taking the menu from the
waiter. “Still trying to make sense of it all, I guess.”
“Took me months,” Kera stated. “Hell, sometimes I wake up
and think it all was a dream and I’m back either at home or at the
damn Compound waiting for the nasty ass oatmeal.”
Samara couldn’t help it and laughed. “Yeah, I heard it was
pretty nasty. Never experienced it though.”
“You’re lucky. That shit really sucked.”
The waiter returned with water and bread sticks. Samara
looked over the menu, not really seeing the words. She never got