Dangerous Liaisons

by C. D. Samuda

  I turned to face her, my brows knitted in confusion. “What?”

  “Every time a girl challenges you, you do something like that?”

  “Does it bother you?”

  She scoffed. “No.’

  “Then I don’t have to answer to you then.”

  “Then what you said means nothing then. You saying we belong together is just bullshit to get into my pants.”

  Ignoring her statement, I pulled my clothes from the closet and turned to face her, my dick still hard. “You see this? I’m gonna have to masturbate now, so shoo.”

  “What?”

  “I said, I’m gonna have to masturbate now that you did this, unless you want to rub it for me.”

  With much fervor, she turned and yanked the door open. She was halfway out when I remembered the message from Stephen. I picked up the phone from the bed.

  “Wait.”

  Kitara whipped around, furious. “Go fuck yourself, that’s what you were about to do, right?’

  I chuckled, amused at her fierceness. “Take this, there’s a message from Stephen about Jack.”

  Her face softened so quickly, I wondered if he was really mad in the first place. This girl’s mood changed so rapidly from one thing to the next, it was never a dull moment with her. She slowly came back into the room and I was tempted to throw her down on the bed and finish what we started, but she wasn’t ready and that was the only thing holding me back. I knew she wanted to, but mentally she wasn’t there yet and I didn’t want to seduce her into doing something she might regret.

  Taking the phone, she left the room, perhaps assuming I’d carry out my plans to masturbate. I quickly pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and went to find her. She was sitting on the top steps of the staircase, staring at the photo on the phone. The terror in her eyes confirmed what we suspected. James Jackson was Jack the killer and he was probably the same Jack who Leroy hired to eliminate Gage, if Zoe’s information was anything to go by.

  16 – Kitara

  I’d been kissed before on dates – the few I’d been on. Nothing mind-blowing like Braun’s lips on mine or the lightning that struck me when his tongue tangled with mine. A thunderbolt hit my belly when his cock pressed into me. I was the one who taunted him, but the idea that he would do this to another girl bugged me. The memory of him screwing Zoe also bothered me. I hated that he did that with her. I hated that he had done it with others and not waited for me the way I’d saved myself for him.

  “What the fuck?”

  I sat up in bed, dislodging the covers. Since coming to bed an hour ago, two things have been on my mind. Jack and Braun. Jack haunted me while Braun bothered me. I allowed my mind to be infiltrated with Braun as that was a more pleasant experience. His kissed did things to me that made me want to run to his bedroom and beg him to finish the deal. My fingers itched to stick into my own pussy and rub myself.

  I was a virgin, but I’d rubbed myself before after hearing Zoe and Leroy get into it while in the apartment. The Wilder brothers knew how to please their women and Braun seemed like no exception. I’d seen Leroy many times. He was older, near forty or so, but he was good looking with a firm body. I was never attracted to him, but I did see why Zoe was into him.

  I’d seem photos on Gage on the news and he was like one of those handsome movie stars you see in magazines, the bad boy type. Then Braun showed up and I almost dropped my panties that morning at Zoe’s, if I hadn’t been so angry and disgusted over the situation.

  I’d had one of those nights when I couldn’t sleep and had taken the road. When we almost collided, I should have recognized him then, but I was too distraught to think clearly. My brother and father’s face haunted the entire night that I was tempted to go directly to the police and tell them everything.

  But fate took me back to the apartment where I learned about Braun’s mission to find his brother and it struck me that maybe if I followed him, Id; learn something. Now here we were, he always looking at me like I was the most precious piece of jewelry he owned and me, wanting to say yes but scared.

  These thoughts, however, just seemed to pop into my head at will.

  Saving myself for him? What does that even mean? I plopped back unto the pillows and closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. It was in vain. My father used to give me warm milk when I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t know why that thought just came to me.

  Pushing aside the cover, I swung my legs off the bed and slipped my feet into my slippers. I snuck out of my room, checking to make sure the hallway was clear. Not that anyone would bother me. I didn’t want to wake anyone now that it was past midnight. I had to pass by Braun’s room in order to reach the stairs. His door was ajar and the light was on. The first thought that struck me was that he was masturbating. The thought incensed me for some reason.

  Curious, I snuck up to his door and tried to get a look inside without disturbing the door. I didn’t want it swinging open and alerting him I was a peeping Jane. Craning my neck I tried to see if he was on the bed, but the door was not opened enough for me to see properly.

  I had only just cracked the door a little when someone came up behind me, causing me to almost jump out of my skin. I was also horror struck for a second before I realized who ws behind me, his pelvis grinding my almost bare ass. I should have pulled on my shorts. Now he caught me in my t-shirt and panties.

  “What may I ask, are you doing?” he queried. “Need anything?”

  “No, I saw the light on…”

  “And wanted to know if I was masturbating?” He laughed. “You think I masturbate with the lights on?”

  I tried to move, but he was pushing me into his room with his pelvis. I tried to turn to sidestep, but he caught me and pulled me up close. My already hard nipples pressed into his chest and that was when I noticed he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his muscled chest bare.

  “Not so fast,” he said in an undertone. “First you tell me what you want.”

  “Nothing, I was going to get milk.”

  “Are you sure? I can smell pussy juice on you.”

  “Let me go.’

  “I bet if I touch you down there, my finger will come out soaking wet.”

  “You’re not touching my pussy.”

  “What have you to lose?” He asked. “Prove you are dry and I will let you go.”

  ‘You must be crazy.”

  “I caught you peeing in my room at 12:53. What could be on your mind why you would stop on your way to get milk? You’re afraid to let me know just how much you want me.”

  “I don’t want you,” I denied, even as s gush of hot sticky substance gushed from me.

  “Okay, let me lick it with my tongue, I won’t do anything else if you don’t want.”

  Damn my disloyal body embarrassing me with a violent shudder, while a deep groan erupted from my throat. Braun did nothing more than to lift me like a sack of potatoes and toss me over his shoulders. He was kicking the door shut and tossing me on the bed before I could catch my breath. My entire body flushed from head to toe at the prospects of his tongue on my pussy lips. I’d heard how Zoe screamed when Leroy did it, but I’s never experienced such a wonder.

  Kneeling between my thighs, he parted my panties and got his proof. His response to seeing my glistening pudenda only brought weakness in my limbs.

  “Fuck, you’re wet for me. I love that,” he said. “Fuck, your pussy is pretty, like your eyes and your lips. No, all of you is beautiful. I can’t wait to kiss your pussy and lick up your juices.”

  “Shit,” I groaned as his lips pressed against my labia. He plastered kisses all over it, but when his tongue came out and touched the tip of my clit, the hairs on my head stood erect. He slowly swiped his smooth, warm tongue along my opening, licking up my juices.

  “Oh, you’ve been a naughty girl. No wonder you were fascinated with my masturbation.”

  I was too weak to answer him even though a denial was on my tongue. Talking about tongues. He was licking and sw
iping me like a lollipop and my body was arching and twisting as lightning zapped through me. When he plunged his tongue into my pussy, I lost it. Everything side me melted, then an explosion rocked me to the core. I found my body lifting from the bed as it spasmed.

  I was angry that I orgasm too quickly, but Braun wasn’t done with me. He was still tongue fucking me and fiddling with my clip that I felt the beginnings of fresh heat start to spread over me. I gripped the back of his head, moving my hips around, grinding against his mouth. It didn’t take long before I felt another explosion within, this one bigger than the first.

  “Shit!” I shrieked, gripping his head tightly and pushing my pelvis forward. “Shit!”

  Braun

  I cradled her in my arms, listening to her even breathing as she fell asleep. I hoped that at least, I could help her relax. This was a first for her as well and although I would have loved to take it further, this was as far as she needed to go right now.

  I told myself that I would wait until she found some closure in her father and brother’s deaths before taking our relationship to the next level. Kitara was not in the mental space right now to commit to a sexual relationship. I wanted her head cleared and her heart ready when we made love. I knew since we shared this moment, she would perhaps want to go further. But I didn’t think it was right.

  She snuggled into me, causing my cock to jerk. This was going to be some torture. I had to find Jack sooner rather than later if I was to remain sane and not lose my mind over Kitara. She was still asleep in my bed when I went downstairs to get some coffee at around 6:00AM. One of the guards came up to me as I entered the kitchen and told me there was some dude on a motorcycle who insisted he was family. I went to check the surveillance system. I frowned as I recognize the arrogant bastard sitting on his ride at the gate, his helmet under his arm.

  “Let him in,” I told the guard. “Can’t you see the resemblance?”

  Forgetting my coffee, and excited at the visitor, I went to the front door. The rider pulled up before the portico, looked at me with a smirk and dismounted.

  “You little dick, why you haven’t called me?”

  “Kent!” I rushed forward, bumping fists and hugging for a second. “Aunt Kathy said you on business in New York.”

  “I hope you haven’t started anything without me,” he said. “You did, did you? You forget who taught you everything you know?”

  “Only about guns, Kent.”

  “And the babes.”

  I grabbed his helmet like a little kid and turned it over. I was excited to have Kent here. He looked too much like Gage and he was fun to be around. Kent didn’t take shit from anyone and I knew our mission would be exciting with him around.

  “Are we gonna just stand around out here, or are you coming in?” I eyed the Harley. “Where’s your luggage?”

  “I book into a hotel. I wasn’t sure how things were back here.”

  “We’ll pick up your things later, come. I was just getting coffee. We can talk over a cup.”

  To be continued

  Kitara and Braun’s romance will continue throughout the series. Stay tuned to find out if Gage is alive, and to meet Kent.

  I will update this file as soon as book 3 pre-order is live. Please follow me on Facebook to get the pre-order date for book 3 or, update this file and check back.

  Meet Kent, the cousin who shows up unannounced. I will post a pre-order date soon, so please look out!

  BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

  Book 1 – Dangerous Intentions

  Book 2 – Dangerous Liaisons

  Book 3 – Dangerous Relations (Date to be announced)

  Book 4 – Dangerous Pursuits (Date to be announced)

  Upcoming Releases - 2020

  Available for Pre-order

  Dangerous Liaisons – August

  Return My Heart – October 19

  The Debt

  Excerpt

  Chapter 1

  “Put this on,” Vasco ordered, tossing a garment bag onto the bed.

  Mira eyed the item with loathing. She knew it was another party that he would insist that she attend with her as his arm candy. She was not looking forward to another one of those. Silently, she continued brushing her long dark tresses as her eyes stung. She swallowed hard, trying to keep from crying yet again. Her distress made no difference to Vasco. He owned her and he never let her forget it.

  “Did you hear me?” He asked, coming up behind her.

  She raised her eyes and met his dark brown pools in the mirror. “I don’t feel well, Vasco. Can I skip this one?”

  He smirked, placing both hands on her shoulders. “You will put that dress on and attend the party. And you will like it, just the way you will like it later when I fuck you. Don’t let me down Mira.”

  With that, he turned and marched from the bedroom. Amira Barclay knew she was trapped. A shudder ran through her at the thought of sex with him. Every touch, every sound of his grunts, every thrust of his cock inside her repulse her to the core. Yet, she was helpless. She was his woman. Everyone knew that. But every time she screamed during sex, it wasn’t because she liked it. It was her way of protesting.

  Tossing the brush onto the bureau, Amira let out a little shriek, low enough for her ears only. If only she could just walk away from it all, but she couldn’t and Vasco knew that. Taking a shuddering breath, she pulled a tissue from the box on the bureau and dabbed her eyes before putting on her makeup. She had to look her best, otherwise Vasco would find something to complain about. If she was a good girl he wouldn’t punish her.

  Yet, she favored being punished to the loving way he touched her when he was happy with her. She preferred the pain, which reminded her why she was there. On second thoughts she wiped her make clean and dabbed lip balm on her lips. She knew he wouldn’t like it and she was ready for her punishment later. Each thrust of his cock would remind her that this was just an arrangement. The more painful it was, the more determined she was to find a solution to her problem.

  Taking the garment from its bag, she put the dress on. The silver dress flared at the hem, falling in soft folds just below her knees. She had to admit that Vasco had great taste in clothes. He was one of the best dressed men in the city and heads turned whenever they were out together. He also knew how to shop for her and that annoyed her more than anything.

  Everyone knew who he was and what he did for a living. Some feared him while others revered him. Amira hated him. Until she knew exactly where he kept her father, she was his to do whatever he wanted. Selling her soul to the devil was the only way to save her father’s life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. As she slipped into her black strappy sandal, she seethed inside at the dirty trick he played on her.

  That day came crashing back to her like yesterday. Her father was battling for his life in the ICU and the only way to save his life was through a procedure that would cost nearly a quarter of a million dollars. With no health or life insurance they were preparing to pull the plug on the machines that were keeping him alive.

  She’d just walked out of her father’s room at the hospital. In despair, she sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her while letting the tears flow. She didn’t care that she was disturbing the tranquility of the usually quiet ward with her loud bawling. Her father was the only family she had left, except for an aunt who lived in another state. They had no one who could help them and the thought of losing her father was unbearable.

  Someone crouched beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?” His voice was soft.

  Amira raised her eyes, trying to see through the blur of her tears. A man was smiling at her, his dark brown eyes sharp. In frustration, brushing her falling tears from her cheeks while trying to catch her breath in order to speak.

  “Shh,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her up. “Come with me.”

  Expensively dressed and well groomed, he smelled of sea breeze. Like a puppet, Amira allowed him to lead her to the cafeteria wher
e he ordered coffee for them both. By this, her crying was replaced by incessant hiccups. He handed her the coffee and encouraged her to drink.

  “Th-tha-nk y-you,” she stuttered through the hiccups.

  “Drink up and then tell me all about it, okay?”

  Taking a sip of her coffee, she nodded as she watched him. His eyes never wavered from her face. He looked familiar, but she was too distraught to delve into her mind in order to place him. When she was done drinking her coffee, he took her hand and held it as though he’d known her for years.

  “Now tell me what has you so upset.”

  “I don’t want to burden you,” she said. “We don’t even know each other.”

  “That’s easily remedied. I’m Vasco.”

  She managed a pained smile. “I’m Amira.”

  “Mira, tell me what’s upsetting you?”

  “Amira,” she corrected. “And it’s my father. He’s dying and there’s nothing I can do to help him.”

  “What do you need in order to help him?”

  She sniffed. “Money, but we don’t have that. The doctor said that we should prepare. I can’t lose my dad, he’s all I got.”

  “How much?”

  A crease entered her forehead as she tried to comprehend his question. “How much what?”

  “How much money do you need?”

  “Almost two hundred and fifty grand.”

  He took both her hands, caressing the back of them which his thumb. She tried to pull her hands away but he held her firmly. Alternatively, she looked down at her hands in his and wondered where this man came from, why he was being so nice to her.

  “Mira, I’ll call you that. Does anyone call you Mira?”

  “My dad does,” she replied, a lump rising in her throat as the tears threatened to surface once more.

  “Then Mira it is,” he decided. “So Mira, what are you willing to do to save your father?”