Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (10 page)

The room smelled of fresh roses since
there were elaborate vases filled with red roses on the dresser, night stand,
and sitting area that sat in front of the floor to ceiling window.

Gianni walked Natasha to the sitting
area and urged her to have a seat on a plush red love seat. He went over to the
shower and turned the water on. After adjusting the water, Gianni stood back
and removed what remained of his clothing. Naked Gianni almost caused a tear to
fall from Natasha’s eye. She was doomed. No man should be this fucking
unbelievably perfect. Without his clothing, Natasha could see that he didn’t
have just one tattoo. The entire left side of his torso was covered, including
his entire arm.

Her eyes roamed his big sexy body
without shame. She openly ogled him, and she didn’t mind one bit that he
noticed. And he did notice, because he glided his hand down the soft trimmed
hair that framed the biggest dick that Natasha had ever seen. Gianni slowly
stroked the length of his semi–hard dick that still couldn’t be covered with
his very large hand. Soon Natasha would need a Kleenex to wipe the drool from
her chin, so she returned her attention to his face, but his gorgeous eyes and
seductive smile didn’t aid Natasha one bit in her effort to not drool on the
throw rug that was beneath her.

“Take off your clothes,” he
commanded.

Natasha stood and peeled the dress
from her shoulders, letting it fall to the love seat. A groan escaped Gianni’s
throat, and his eyes narrowed in appreciation. His dick grew larger. His
breathing became harsh, judging by the way his chest rose and fell. Watching
Gianni’s body react to her had Natasha too, tingling all over.

Natasha reached behind her back and
unsnapped her bra. She removed the straps from her shoulders and slowly peeled
it from her breasts, never breaking eye contact with Gianni.

“Shower with me,” he said while
stretching his hand to Natasha.

Natasha stepped out of her shoes and
retrieved a ponytail holder from her purse.

She quickly placed her hair into a
high bun and joined Gianni in the shower.

Natasha’s strained muscles instantly
relaxed under the hot water. Gianni wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled
her into his body and Natasha could feel the lips that enclosed her clit
swelling. She watched the water fall from his dark hair and into his face.
Gianni was a fantasy come true.

He lowered his head and kissed her
with passion, which started their hot steamy make-out session in the shower.
And once they were done, Gianni took Natasha to bed and fucked her until she
could take no more. When they were properly satiated, Gianni held Natasha
close, and she eventually fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha’s full bladder commanded her to wake up. She slowly
opened her eyes and was instantly attacked by the sun shining through the
window. Natasha rolled over to escape the blinding rays and discovered that she
was alone in Gianni’s massive bed. She looked around the room, but no Gianni.
Natasha climbed out of bed and walked over to the double doors and entered an
enormous bathroom. But she didn’t have time to admire it because she
desperately needed to pee.

After doing her business, Natasha
walked over to the vanity to wash her hands. There was a new toothbrush on top
of a washcloth that she assumed was left for her. After freshening up, Natasha
attempted to tame her unruly curls. She gave up and threw it back in a bun.
Natasha walked into the bedroom, but still no Gianni. Assuming he was upstairs,
she gathered her clothing and got dressed. She made her way up the stairs and
looked around, amazed by how different Gianni’s home looked in daylight. The
sun shone through the window and instead of a sexy dungeon, it appeared chic
and modern. Natasha heard sounds coming from another room. She rounded a
corner, in search of the source, and ended up in the kitchen. But instead of
Gianni, a woman was standing over the sink.

“Good morning, Miss Walker,” she said
in a French accent, without turning around.

She must have heard Natasha enter the
room. She looked to be in her late forties or early fifties. She was wearing a
sleek black pantsuit and conservative black heels.

“Good morning,” Natasha responded.

She was a little embarrassed that the
matronly woman was aware that she’d spent the night. The woman turned to
Natasha, branding a warm beautiful smile, before walking over to a coffee pot.
She poured a cup and asked, “How do you take it?”

“Black and very sweet. Thank you.”

She added sugar and handed Natasha
the cup.

 “I’m Selene, Gianni’s personal
assistant. Would you like some breakfast?”

“No thank you, Miss Selene, but I
would like to know where Gianni is.”

The woman nodded and fixed her own
cup of coffee before saying,” I’m sorry, Miss Walker, but he had to return to
Paris. There was a business issue.”

Natasha was floored. Could she have
been that bad in bed? Gianni had slept with her and caught the next thing
smoking out of Chicago. Suddenly, she didn’t want coffee, breakfast, or
anything else. She just wanted to get the hell out of Gianni’s house. She was
disgusted, not just with Gianni, but with herself. She’d finally let go and
given into her desire only to have Gianni use her and then flee the country.

Setting the cup down, Natasha excused
herself. “Thank you, Miss Selene, but I have to go.”

Natasha turned and walked out of
Gianni’s kitchen. She couldn’t believe that he could sleep with her and leave
before she woke. Tears welled in her eyes and attempted to fall.

Selene caught her before she could
reach the elevator.

“Miss Walker.” She called out. “Mr.
Storm really did have to go. I’m sure that he just didn’t want to wake you,”
she said sympathetically.

Natasha didn’t want to be rude, but
Selene was his employee, she would say whatever Gianni told her to say.

“Mr. Storm said that he’d call you
when he landed. He commissioned a car to take you home.”

“Thank you, Miss Selene.” Natasha
responded, trying to keep her tears from falling from her eyes.

She entered the elevator and pushed
the button for the lobby. Once the doors closed, Natasha allowed her tears to
fall. When the elevator reached the lobby, she wiped her face, held her head
high, and walked toward the doors. A security guard approached Natasha. He was
a tall, bulking, handsome Black man with a sweet, sincere smile.

“Miss Walker, there’s a car waiting
for you in front.”

“I’m fine. I’ll catch a cab,” Natasha
said before turning away from the guard.

She was distraught, and she didn’t
want him to see the tears that she couldn’t stop from falling.

“Please, Miss Walker. Please take the
car.”

Natasha wiped her face and turned
toward the security guard. His look was one of fear, as if he’d be in big
trouble if Natasha didn’t accept the ride.

“Okay.” She agreed, not wanting to
get him into trouble. He led her to a waiting town car and opened the back door
for her to enter. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Miss Walker,” he
responded before closing the door.

Once securely in the soft leather
seat, Natasha allowed her tears to fall. She wept because she’d allowed a man
that could care less about her to enter, not only into her life, but her body.
She didn’t understand his actions because he was so attentive to her needs all
night. Gianni had even held her affectionately as she slept. She felt like an
idiot because she’d opened up and allowed herself to relax with Gianni.

When she arrived at her condo, she
thanked the driver. Natasha said a silent prayer that Malik wouldn’t see her
enter the building. She just wasn’t ready to talk about her humiliation.
Grateful that his car was gone, Natasha entered the building. Once inside of
her condo, Natasha went into her bathroom and drew herself a hot bath, deciding
right then not to shed another tear for the men that had discarded her.

Gianni locked himself in the bedroom of his private jet. He
was avoiding Coco’s obvious sexual advances. He thought of Natasha and how hard
it was leaving her that morning. She was sleeping so peaceful, and she was
absolutely beautiful. Her hair was wild and sexy, and her skin glowed under the
sun’s rays. Gianni wanted nothing more than to have her again, but he couldn’t
bring himself to wake her. Selene was to fix her breakfast, and Gianni’s plan
was to handle the labor issues in Paris and quickly return to Chicago. He
called Natasha from the plane, only getting her voicemail. When he spoke to
Selene, she informed him that Natasha seemed disturbed by his absence. If
Gianni could have avoided his impromptu trip back to Paris, he would have. He
planned to make things right with Natasha when he returned because he couldn’t
get the shy, erotic, passionate beauty off of his mind. She was totally sexually
compliant and uninhibited. The way Gianni felt when he was inside of her
compared to no other.

He was infatuated, and he had no
problem admitting it to himself. He was captivated with her smile, her scent,
and the way that she kissed him. And when she begged for his cock, she had
almost driven him out of his mind. Gianni couldn’t wait to get back so that he
could have her again.

But for now, Gianni would deal with
the labor issues that Luca apparently couldn’t handle. The pilot announced that
they were preparing for landing. Gianni fastened his seatbelt, wishing that
Natasha was in Paris with him. It had only been a few hours, and he didn’t mind
admitting that he missed her. But, he was less than happy that he couldn’t
reach her on the phone.

Victoria sat in the rocking chair in Jasmine’s nursery as her
one and a half month old baby fed from her breast. Jasmine happily ate while
drifting in and out of sleep. Victoria switched Jasmine to the other breast,
and she suckled for two minutes before passing out.

Victoria burped Jasmine and carefully
placed her in her crib. There was one thing on her mind, Jack. She craved his
touch and wanted, no, needed him to make love to her.

She grabbed the baby monitor and made
a dash through the adjoining door to her bedroom. She entered the bathroom and
took a hot shower. Victoria oiled herself down with her favorite body oil and
dressed herself in a sexy red teddy, choosing to omit the panties. She
finger-combed her hair and applied some eyeliner and a small amount of
lip–gloss. Victoria quickly inspected herself in the mirror, before exiting the
bedroom, and went in search of Jack. She found him in his office. He was
occupied by the paperwork that he studied, but

Victoria didn’t care; it was bonding
time. They hadn’t made love since Jasmine was born, and she desperately needed
him inside of her.

Victoria sashayed, on bare feet, into
Jack’s office and over to his liquor cabinet. Now watching Victoria intently,
Jack placed the paper that was no longer important, on his desk and leaned back
in his chair. Realizing that she had Jack’s full attention, Victoria turned her
back to him as she poured him a generous shot of Jack Daniels, making sure to
bend just enough to offer Jack an unobstructed view of her bare ass. She smiled
when she heard a low groan that escaped from somewhere in the back of Jack’s
throat.

Victoria placed the baby monitor on
the liquor cabinet and slowly turned to see

Jack was looking totally edible in a
white v–neck t–shirt that clung to his muscular frame, and a pair of soft black
pajama pants. He was leaning back in his chair and massaging the bulge between
his legs. His bright blue gaze had darkened to a deep sapphire and his need for
pussy radiated from his eyes.

Victoria walked around Jack’s
cluttered desk. She handed him the rock glass filled with whiskey and straddled
his lap.

Jack brought the glass to his lips,
and with his other hand, he firmly gripped Victoria’s ass and ground his pajama
covered anaconda into Victoria’s naked pussy. He quickly downed the last of his
whiskey and slammed the glass on top of his desk. With one hand still on her
ass, he planted the other on the back of Victoria’s head and pulled her to his
lips. Their tongues fused, and Jack kissed her with the hunger of a man that
hadn’t  kissed a woman in years. He devoured her mouth.

Victoria floated through a blissful
realm as she ground on Jack’s stiff package.

Unfortunately, Victoria’s state of euphoria
was short–lived as soon as she heard Jasmine’s fire engine wail coming through
the monitor. It was one loud scream, followed by soft whimpering.

Victoria turned towards the monitor
as if she didn’t believe that her baby girl was interrupting mommy and daddy’s
bonding time. She whipped around to see Jack drop his head in defeat.

Victoria frantically urged, “Fuck it.
We can do this.... Hurry up!”

With Jack’s help, Victoria made quick
work of freeing Jack’s dick from his pajamas. She slid down on his steel rod
and worked him over until they shared a rushed, but much-needed orgasm.
Victoria rushed to the bathroom while Jack tended to a now screaming Jasmine.