Master of Secrets Page 6

  I held her down, rubbing the base of my cock against her sensitive tissues, and then smacked her ass.

  The heat from the contact and Ana’s whine had my dick growing harder.

  “You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she gritted out.

  “There is a difference and you know it. The fact your cunt just spasmed tells me you wouldn’t object to a spanking.”

  I knew for a fact she loved a good spanking. There had been times she’d begged for it.

  Anger flared in her golden gaze. “No spankings. I’m not a child.”

  “You don’t get to tell me no. Your life, your pleasure, your pain are mine. I won’t repeat myself anymore.”

  I cupped her throat in the same way I’d done in her cell, drawing her forward.

  Understanding registered as she released a ragged breath. We were running a thin knife’s edge between the desire we shared and acting for the cameras.

  I lifted her, letting all but the head of my cock slip from her heat, and then dropped her down. I gripped her forearms, pressing her wrists against her beautiful round ass.

  “Now ride me. Show me that I own you. And don’t even think about coming unless I give you permission.”

  For the next few minutes, she undulated her hips as she moved up and down. Her mesmerizing eyes held mine hostage. Her breathing was unsteady, and sweat beaded her face, neck, and chest.

  I refused to let her come until she begged. It had to happen this way, for her sake and mine. Even if we didn’t have eyes on us, I’d have made her beg. She’d always wanted that release of control and with me she’d gotten it.

  I hissed as her pussy contracted around me, pushing my ability to resist the demands of her body.

  She bit her lip a second before a sob of need escaped. “Please. Please. Please. I need to come.”

  I couldn’t hide my satisfied grin.

  I dropped my hold on her arms, positioning her hands around my neck, then spread her thighs wide, thrusting up and grinding against her clit.

  She detonated, clamping down on me and losing her balance. Her sweat-soaked body pressed against mine and her hard-as-pebbles nipples rubbed my chest with each thrust.

  I pumped up into her, keeping the tempo to prolong her orgasm. “Who am I?”

  “I…” She caught herself and then said, “My master.”

  “Who owns you?”

  “You do.” She bit down on my shoulder, and my control snapped.

  I flipped her onto her back, pulled her legs apart, and thrust deep. I pounded her, hard and fast. She moaned and begged, clawing at my back for a second release.

  I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  “Say, ‘Please, Master, let me come.’” I would rather have her say my name, but this scene was pushing it.

  “P-p-please, Master, let me come.”

  I slid my fingers between us and rolled her swollen clit. I continued fucking her as I worked her aching bundle of nerves. When I knew she wouldn’t be able to control her release any longer, I gave her the roll of my hips that I knew would send her over.

  “Come now.”

  She gasped and then screamed, clenching around me in rhythmic spasms. She thrashed and bucked, lost in her orgasm. A few seconds later I followed, coming harder than any other time in the last five years.

  Chapter Six

  Anaya

  * * *

  “Time to wake up,” I heard Ele say as she drew the curtains open.

  I winced as sunlight slashed over my face and ducked my head under the covers. My body ached from the marathon sex I’d had with Adrian. How could I have forgotten the man was a machine and could go almost all night, and the more he came, the longer he went the next round. I’d barely fallen asleep the last time before he lifted my leg and thrust into me from behind, fucking me until I came at least two times.

  I shifted to the side and moaned. One thing was for sure, Adrian’s stamina was insane, and it hadn’t waned with age.

  He’d been rough and demanding, at times pushing me so far that I begged to sleep. This wasn’t Adrian, the lover who would never push me past my limits, but Julian, a man who didn’t stop until he was satisfied.

  He’d reminded me of it when he’d slipped out of the bed a little before dawn and whispered against my ear, “Ana, I’m not Adrian, I’m Julian. For your life and mine, don’t ever forget it. You are my reluctant slave.”

  You are my reluctant slave.

  “You must get up. I have orders to bring you to the dining room for breakfast.”

  I pushed out from under the comforter to look at Ele, who was busily moving about the room. She opened a cabinet, pulling out ballet flats that I was positive were my size, and then went inside the bathroom and came out with a floor-length dress in pale green, setting it on the bed. It didn’t go unnoticed to me that I wasn’t given any underwear.

  “The fact you are able to move at all is a good thing. Don’t delay and cause yourself grief.”

  Slipping out of the bed, I went to brush my teeth, but paused when I noticed the aura of agitation surrounding Ele.

  “Is something wrong?”

  Ele stopped arranging my clothes on the bed. “Everything is fine.”

  That was when I noticed the bruise forming on the side of Ele’s cheek.

  “Will you help me turn on the shower?” I asked, trying to get her in the bathroom. “I’d love more of the scents you added yesterday.”

  Ele glanced in the direction of one of the cameras and nodded.

  I used the bathroom and brushed my teeth as Ele prepared the shower.

  Before she closed the glass door, I touched her cheek and she flinched.

  “Do they listen to our conversations?”

  “The bedroom is recorded, voice and video.” She opened a cabinet to pull out a round ball that smelled like lavender.

  She opened the glass door, dropped the ball near the drain, and turned on the shower before turning to me.

  “The only place to speak in the house is the bathrooms—well, most of them.”

  I had to assume this one was safe since she was speaking so freely.

  Ele continued, “However, Mr. Bonaparte disabled audio for the entire suite the second he entered the room. Master discovered it when he decided to observe your wedding night.”

  I was so glad Adrian had told me he’d cut the audio. It was hard enough letting others see my most intimate of moments without the added worry of them hearing everything.

  “Did this cause problems?”

  “No. Mr. Bonaparte is too valuable to upset. Plus, it is well known that Mr. Bonaparte has the technical skills to shut down all technology on the island with a few computer commands.”

  “He’s a hacker? I thought you said he was head of his family’s business.”

  “Mr. Bonaparte has many skills. They say he is some type of genius and that’s the reason he took over his family’s operations at such a young age.”

  Adrian’s genius was on a level like no one else. He’d started hacking when he was a teen as a way to avoid spending time with his crazy, controlling mother. I used to joke that it was his sister Penny’s fault for enrolling him in programming classes. Then again, Penny was a prodigy in her own right, so it had to run in the family.

  Ele moved to a closet and pulled out towels. “I saw the video. He was patient with you and gentle at times.”

  “Is that unexpected?”

  “Mr. Bonaparte doesn’t like to repeat himself. His temper is well known.”

  “What does that mean? He beats women?”

  “No. Discipline is only something he uses on occasion and the women he takes prefer his methods to others. Mr. Bonaparte is skilled.”

  Jealousy shot through the back of my mind.

  “He wasn’t gentle with me.” My body ached from the level of not gentle he was.

  “Compared to other men on the island he was. Count yourself luc
ky. But don’t expect it to continue.”

  “Why?”

  “Master Trevolo believes Mr. Bonaparte was seducing you into your new life.” She studied me and then said, “Never forget that they will watch everything you do the second you step out of this suite. You made the most dangerous man on the island gentle for you.”

  “Dangerous? How?”

  “I can’t go into details, just know the rumors about Mr. Bonaparte aren’t false. No one crosses him without consequences.”

  “I’m sure he has many enemies.”

  “This world is full of rivalries, but everyone has a role. Enemies will conduct business because it is mutually beneficial.”

  “What about here?”

  “Same rules. Mr. Bonaparte willingly shares his women with his biggest rivals in the outside world. One of them being Mr. Sebastian Weber.”

  I gripped the back of a nearby chair. “What?”

  “Mr. Bonaparte has preferences—women who are submissive, who bend to domination. He enjoys…I think the English word is…” she paused, “…kink.”

  The thought of all he’d done with other women made me feel sick. I knew all about his preferences. Hell, we’d explored them together.

  How many women had Adrian fucked here?

  Calm the fuck down, Ana. He’s an agent, deep undercover. You know the rules. You have to be the devil to take down the empire of the other devils.

  If only logic trumped the anger burning inside my heart.

  “Does he attend auctions often?”

  “Occasionally. He usually gets the prized girls. Though he’s never taken a bride before yesterday.”

  “What does ‘bride’ mean?”

  “It means you were bought without an actual auction taking place or the chance for anyone to counteroffer.”

  “Does that mean he is going to take me with him or do I have to stay here?”

  This thought nagged at the back of my mind. I wasn’t a true harem slave but, then again, nothing with this situation had gone according to plan.

  “He will take you with him, but no one is to know about it and it will have to wait until the other guests have left the island.”

  “Where will he take me?”

  “I cannot be sure, but I can assume it will be to his estate in Cyprus. It is rumored he has a harem of his own there.”

  The CIA had created a seriously notorious cover for Adrian. Not only was he a crazy-as-fuck arms dealer with a temper, but a playboy on top of it.

  How much of his actions on the island had played into his image?

  I must have been frowning because Ele moved toward me, setting her hand on my shoulder. “You are his bride. That gives you status. He paid too much for you to let anyone treat you badly.”

  I knew she was trying to console me, but she had no idea that my mind was whirling from the harem thing.

  “And one more thing. Don’t ever forget what I told you last night. No one is to know the truth of how you arrived.”

  I nodded.

  “Take your shower or we’ll both get in trouble. I’m not allowed to be alone with you longer than necessary. Yesterday was an exception to get you comfortable. You have ten minutes to shower and meet me outside your door.”

  With those words, she left me.

  I couldn’t move. All I could envision was Adrian with countless women, of him doing things with them that he’d done with me, of him giving them the kind of pleasure he’d brought me. For five years, I hadn’t been with anyone else or wanted anyone else. Yes, it was my fault. I’d been so devastated by our breakup that I’d thrown myself into my work. Plus, the thought of a random hookup just to relieve sexual frustration wasn’t something that appealed to me.

  God, I had no right to judge what he’d done for work. Hell, I’d been planning to do the same damn thing.

  I couldn’t deny the truth of my feelings. I’d never been one to lie to myself. It hurt so much because I still loved him. I’d probably love him even after we went our separate ways once we left this island. He’d go back to his man-whoring for the CIA and I’d go back to Vegas.

  The last month in almost-isolation had taught me that I needed to be around people. My people. My family. I’d run away because of Adrian. It hadn’t been fair to Henna or my brothers.

  I stripped out of my clothes and quickly showered and dressed. I didn’t bother with drying my hair, since I’d lost too much time in my thoughts; instead, I chose to fasten it into a bun at my nape.

  Opening the door to the suite, I was met by two men, who I could only assume were guards, and Ele.

  “Your master is waiting for you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Adrian

  * * *

  I leaned against the balcony outside the formal dining room of the estate, staring at the waves and the birds diving for their meals. The air was balmy, thick with heat and humidity. Nothing like the dry desert air of Vegas. I would give anything to be home again, spending time with Penny and my hyper nephews. They had no idea the type of work I’d done over the last five years and hopefully they’d never find out. Hell, even the Lykaios brothers, including Hagen, my brother-in-law and Penny’s husband, had no clue the depth of what I did for the CIA.

  I’d become a mobster worse than anything Hagen’s former boss could imagine being. Yes, ninety percent of what I was rumored to have done was bullshit and I’d fabricated my strategically planted accounts around the world. But the other ten percent was all true. I’d orchestrated arms and drug deals, collecting favors from some of the most notorious and dangerous fuckers in the world. And I’d bought women, fucked them, and negotiated deals with other buyers, just to get closer to the objective of the assignment.

  Find the traffickers and take them down.

  This whole thing went deeper than the typical mobster or drug lord. It involved the upper crust of the world.

  It was going to get back to Ana that I was a regular at these “pleasure weeks.” I really hoped she’d understand. After all, she’d been going to do the same thing if everything had gone according to plan.

  I clenched my teeth. Maybe that wasn’t the best example. Just the image of one of my colleagues in my place made me want to stab someone.

  We’d been each other’s firsts, and for some God-knew-what reason, I’d been her only.

  I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to treat her like any other woman I’d bought when she was so important to me. Though the idea of binding her, flogging her, and fucking her was a fantasy I’d indulged in over and over throughout the years.

  I knew she’d be my wife from the moment she walked off the plane from Arizona to start her freshman year at UNLV. It had been almost electric the way I felt when our eyes connected. We’d interacted over the years because of her relationship to Penny, with a bit of harmless flirting, but that fateful day, I knew Anaya Serina Anthony was mine. It had taken another six months before I convinced her to go out with me. She’d always been so cautious, never letting anyone close besides her sister, Henna, Penny, and Collin Lykaios.

  I understood her resistance. She was, after all, the daughter of a notorious embezzler, Victor Anthony. But later I’d learned she was the product of an affair between Victor and Rhea Lykaios, wife to Collin and mother of the Lykaios brothers. It took another few years for her brothers to learn the truth.

  To this day, all the world knew was that she was Victor and his wife Lena’s daughter.

  “So is it true what I heard? Is Julian Bonaparte whipped by Aphrodite’s pussy?” Mica Chance came over with a cup of coffee in his hand.

  I kept my gaze on the landscape and said, “Her name is Anastasia Ashton, and her pussy is not your business.”

  He laughed. “Possessiveness doesn’t suit you. Wouldn’t want anyone to think a Bonaparte was weakened by his affection for a woman.”

  Before the asshole could make another remark, I twisted, and in two moves, knocked Mica to the ground and pressed the heel of my shoe against his a
irway. “Do you consider this weakness? Just because I don’t have a knife or gun in my hands doesn’t mean I can’t kill you in a matter of seconds.”

  I increased the pressure, making Mica choke on his spit.

  “What I do and don’t do with my possessions is not your concern. All you need to know is that if any hint of a rumor reaches my ears conveying the sentiment you expressed, I will take care of every single man on this island. Gossip and rumors are a disease and the only way to get rid of it is to carve it out, piece by piece.” I glared down at him and then glanced at the crowd that had gathered. “Do I make myself clear?”

  “Y-y-yes.” Mica clutched at my shoe, responding, but the warning was for every man watching.

  Releasing Mica, I walked over his wheezing body.

  Trevolo stepped in front of me. “I apologize for Mr. Chance’s behavior. It won’t happen again.”

  “See that it doesn’t.” I moved around him, deciding it was time to find my bride.

  As I passed through the doorway, I heard Trevolo say, “You dumb fuck. Bonaparte will end you without thinking twice. All of you heard his warning. Don’t fuck with him. And don't for one minute think you are strong enough to take him on. He will come for you when you least expect it.”

  Satisfied with Trevolo’s response, I moved into the atrium. My temper was in full force and wouldn’t ease until I saw Ana. I stalked through toward the hallway leading to the bridal suite. Just as I turned the corner, I was intercepted by the house mistress, Ele.

  She’d lost weight since the last time I’d been on the island. I’d put her on the list for Sebastian to extract a year ago, but getting her out would be beyond complicated. She was Trevolo’s personal pet. No one touched her unless he invited them to join him. The fact she was his barely twenty-one-year-old sister-in-law made me want to shoot him in the head, along with Trevolo’s bitch wife.

  “Mr. Bonaparte, your bride is in the library waiting for you. When you weren’t in the dining room, I thought it better to keep her separated from the other guests, for her safety and theirs.”