FaCade (Deception #1) (21 page)

Applying another coat of lipstick I studied the finished me in the mirror and practiced my smile. I hoped it would convince Dante.

My mind filtered back to earlier and the discovery of my real name. “Shit!” I hissed when I realized I’d left the paper on the table for him to find.

Rushing back to the studio, I snatched it up and tore it into tiny long strips, making it indecipherable, then went to drop the pieces into the bin in front of the window.

A movement outside caught my attention. A small brick building sat at the very back of the garden. It was virtually covered in ivy which was the reason I hadn’t spotted it earlier.

My stomach tightened when Dante stepped out with the doctor. Shit, what was her name? She was talking to Dante, her mouth moving rapidly as he buttoned up his shirt. She said something to him and he threw his head back and laughed. Dante never laughed; unless he just didn’t laugh around me. Even from far away I saw the lust in her eyes. She bit her lip and reached up to straighten his collar, rubbing her hand down the planes of his chest and abs. Tears sprung to my eyes but I blinked them back. Dante nodded at her then turned and locked the door, slipping the key into his pocket as the doctor slid her hand up and down his arm.

I winced when my teeth sank so far into my bottom lip I could taste the copper tang of my blood. He nodded again, saying something to her before she turned and walked towards the driveway as Dante ventured up the garden towards the house.

My heart skipped when her head turned up, her gaze colliding briefly with mine. Her step faltered for a second but then she stopped. I watched in mortification as she slipped something out of her pocket; panties. She stood right there for me to see as she slipped them up her legs back into place. What a skanky whore! She told me we were friends.

I screwed my eyes shut and turned away from the window before he spotted me. It was obvious what they had been doing. I didn’t like her when I first met her, and the bitch had claimed to be my friend. My vision blurred as my blood roared through my veins in fury. My fists clenched by my sides as my jaw tightened. I was so damn angry. How many fucking lies was he telling me? The first was my name, but why? Why hide that? Then there was a studio no one had ever used which didn’t make sense as I was supposed to be a renowned artist. And now the evidence of an affair.

Something was seriously wrong. I needed to know what was in that building. It was definitely important if Dante had the need to lock the door. My stomach churned when I thought of what could actually be in there. I knew he preferred the more kinky sex; maybe it was some sort of dungeon, a BDSM boudoir too extreme to have in the house. Holy hell!

I needed the key. And as Dante opened the door and smiled at me I made a promise that before the night was over, it would no longer be in his pocket, but mine.

SHE WASN'T SUBTLE WITH HER intentions as she sat across from me, her skirt skimming higher up her thigh. She further proved me right when she uncrossed her legs to flash me a pantyless pussy. If I didn't respect her as a doctor and for her discretion in our underworld dealings, I would have pitied her for being so desperate. She knew I was taken. Other men might jump at the chance to fuck her on the side, she was a fetish slut to the max, which I wouldn’t lie, appealed to me in the past but that was before Star. Before I felt the ecstasy I achieved in the warmth of her body. No one else had ever given me what she did. The thrill of release, the height of an orgasm so intense I was sure I would never recover after each one.

“Are we done?” I asked Delia when she purposely moved her arm behind her back, pretending to scratch so her breast thrust forward, the peak of a hard nipple pushing through the thin satin material of her shirt.

She blinked at me in confusion as I stood, bored with her relentless flirting. “Oh um, sure.”

I gave her a smile as I snatched my shirt from the back of the chair, wincing when the material slid over the small stitch on the underside of my arm. I didn’t give her another opportunity to hold me back as I walked through the door, giving her no choice but to follow me.

“I’m taking Star out to dinner,” I divulged, another warning for her to back off.

“Is that wise? She may run.” She pursed her lips then shrugged. “Although I think even Star would have a problem running on water.”

“I’m sure she’ll be safe with me.” Delia stared at me with a humorous expression. I couldn’t hold back the laughter at her look. “Well, maybe not.”

She nodded, running her hand up and down my arm, feigning sympathy. “Well, have fun. I hope it’s a good night for you both.”

I nodded my thanks before I made my way back to the house.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Malik. “Did you find anything?” I asked as soon as he answered.

“Well, there’s talk but that’s all.”

“Of?”

“Faye.”

My teeth clenched with her name. “What?”

“The tattoo.”

Fury bubbled through my guts but I pushed past it. “Right.”

He tried to say something else but I ended the call. I was still mad at the cunt. It was about time he learnt to keep his desire for his own women, not mine. A smile crept up my lips when a memory of earlier came to me, Malik’s lust when he saw me enter Star, his need and pain as he watched me take her in front of him.

Star wasn’t waiting for me in the hall and I knew exactly where she would be. The studio. She had surprised me when I found her there earlier. She hadn’t managed to create anything other than a mural of paint across one wall, but I knew it would come back to her. I was tempted to find her school art books and show her how fucking good she was. But that would divulge another secret, her name, and I wasn’t ready for her to find out yet.

THE BOAT ROCKED, NEARLY PLUMMETING me over the side when I stepped into it. Dante’s hand shot out to steady me. His humor was vibrant and I couldn’t help but feed on it to keep up this mask I held in place to keep him from suspecting that I was feeling anything but in love and happy to be going out with him. I managed a small giggle. I was actually pulling this off despite the raging unrest happening inside. “Thank you.” I settled onto one of the tiny seats.

My eyes widened when our driver or pilot or whatever the hell he was called, started pulling away from the island. “Shouldn’t we wear those vest things?”

Dante sucked in his lips, trying to stop his laughter at my nerves. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll jump in after you.” His eyes roamed down my dress, generating a shiver that was nothing to do with the breeze our speed whipped up around me. “And I’m sure you’d look stunning with that dress wet and plastered to your amazing body.”

My cheeks flushed. I turned my head to look at the lights twinkling on the mainland. Excitement bubbled in my belly. I was finally out of the house, the warm summer air fresh and filling my lungs.

I ignored the pain in my chest when the vision of my real name followed by Dante and Delia filled my head, her smirk cruel as she pulled her panties up her legs.

“Who is Delia?”

Dante frowned at me, his body tensing. “A friend of ours. Why?”

I shrugged. “I just wondered if she’d managed to find anything else out about my memory loss.”

He shook his head and turned away, dismissing me. I sighed and looked back to land, smiling when I realized it grew closer and closer.

I gasped when a gust of wind flicked up the loose material of my dress, my hands pressing against it in my lap to keep it in place.

“Move your hands,” Dante ordered.

I gawped at him before flicking my eyes to the driver and shaking my head. He leaned forward and snatched my wrists in his hold. “If I want to look at your pussy, then I will. I don’t care where we are, and who is in our company. I own it, Star. I will look at it when and where I please.”

My chest heaved. I was sick of his control. I snatched my hands back and glared at him. “I think you’ll find I actually own it, not you.”

I shivered as darkness descended over him. I pressed against the seat, my fingers gripping the edge hard as the boat swayed when one of his hands seized my neck, his fingers tightening around my throat as his other hand slid straight up my dress, and he tore my panties away with one simple pull.

“Dante!” I choked out.

He ignored me, leaning further into me. “Open your legs.” I shook my head, denying him. “Open – your – fucking – legs!”

The driver looked at us over his shoulder. I knew my quarrelling with Dante notified him of our argument more than my surrender would, so I gave in and slowly opened my legs.

Dante immediately dropped his hand from my throat but kept his mouth at my ear. “Your defiance will be the death of both of us. Stop fucking fighting me every step of the way.” I nodded, moving my eyes from his. He gripped my chin and tilted my head until I was looking at him. “Don’t spoil tonight, Belle.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t but I knew my apology was expected. Dante frightened me and if I was to find out what was going on, my constant rebellion would be more of a hindrance.

He regarded me for a moment then nodded and pulled my face towards his, his mouth crashing on mine. I gasped under him, the passion in the kiss a contradiction to the anger that had resided in him not moments ago. Dante’s mood was so unpredictable. My surprised gasp turned into a low moan when one of his fingers suddenly thrust inside me, swirling around, stretching my inner walls wide and driving my lust into a dangerous level. I was disappointed in myself for a split second, wishing that we hadn’t got company and were whizzing across water in a boat that rocked too much for my liking.

Another finger joined the first, his hand pumping until I instinctively started to grind down on him for more stimulation. I couldn’t hold in the loud moan when his thumb pressed against my clit. Cringing at the sound of myself, knowing our chauffeur would have heard me, I kissed Dante harder, trying to disguise my annoying noises.

He reared back to watch me as I became unglued under his touch, his deep eyes observing what he was doing to me. His finger fucking continued, one of his fingers now curled into my front wall, igniting shots of bliss to vibrate in my blood every time he stroked over the sensitive area inside me. He allowed me to lean into him, my mouth biting down on his shoulder to hide my vocal orgasm when he flicked his thumb over my swollen clit, dragging my climax into the stars. I gripped the seat so hard I was frightened of snapping the plastic when every single nerve ending in my body exploded with ecstasy.