Something Familiar (The Vandran Legacy Book 2)

by Anna-Louise Dann

  She cleared her throat and walked closer and began pouring drinks for them all.

  “I hope you like lasagne, little miss here was adamant it was your favourite.” This earned a big grin and an overenthusiastic nod from Hope who looked up from the picture she was colouring. He winked in the little girl’s direction, which earned him another giggle.

  “Well, I am famished, and lasagne does sound delicious.” He pulled Amelia into his lap producing a surprised little squeal out of her.

  He trailed feather kisses along her jawline.

  “Not as delicious as you though, I can’t wait to devour you, this dress should be illegal,” he growled, quiet enough so only she could hear.

  The flash of aqua in her eyes told him his words had his desired effect on her; he knew if he reached under her skirt her panties would be soaked from her desire for him. He fought the urge to do just that, his already hard cock strained against the material of his trousers and he had to suppress another growl as she wiggled against him.

  “I’ll pour the drinks, my beautiful temptress, come sit. I have staff who can serve us, you have worked hard enough creating a meal and laying this table.”

  She shimmied off his knee and he adjusted his sitting position, feeling rather uncomfortable at the tightness of his suit pants.

  “I really don’t mind, Dominic, I love to cook and you have done so much for us we wanted to do something nice for you. Please, let me bring you dinner, without staff waiting on us, without people constantly hovering around. You can help me wash up after Hope’s gone to bed, the work tops in the kitchen are really, really filthy,” she purred and winked at him.

  Fuck, she was killing him, the little minx. The image of her spread naked on the kitchen counter was too much. He watched her perfect derrière sway sexily out of the room. He filled his wine glass and gulped the contents down; the way she was devouring him with her eyes and seducing him with her sinful curves was sweet torture, a torture he would happily endure a thousand times over. He would worship every inch of her before this night was through.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Emmie

  Emmie loaded up the dishwasher. Her hips swayed to an unfamiliar song playing on the radio as she worked. Adding the last of the cutlery, she closed the machine door before dancing her way to the fridge where she picked up and placed the plastic container with leftover lasagne inside.

  Dominic had insisted on putting Hope to bed while she put her feet up, but she hadn’t wanted to leave the kitchen in a mess for the staff in the morning, she knew he would chastise her, but she could handle his protests, in fact she liked his dominant, bossy side.

  She bent down to take the antibacterial wipes out from one of the many utility cupboards in this huge kitchen. A noise from behind her alerted her to Dominic’s presence in the kitchen; she pretended she hadn’t noticed him and wiggled her hips in time to the music playing, her seductive movements tempting the big bad warlock to come and play. She knew how much her little sexy dance would affect him, she had seen the torment in his eyes earlier when she had teased him. She stood slowly swaying her hips with her back to him and began wiping the work tops, humming along to the song. She felt him then behind her, big hands circled her waist sending electrical currents in-between her legs; her already damp panties became soaked at just a brush of his hands. He turned her around to face him, his eyes were full of primal need.

  “You are exquisite, Amelia, the way you tease me drives me past the edge of all rational thought, I want to rip this sexy as hell dress off you and lose myself inside your beautiful body.” The sexy rasp of his deep voice spurred her on, she could feel her own arousal for him on her thighs. Damn, she needed him too… soon.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes, pulling him towards her greedy lips. He didn’t disappoint as he took her mouth in one of his earth-shattering kisses, making love to her tongue with his. She moaned into his mouth, needing more of him. Suddenly their heavy petting became frantic; she ripped at his shirt buttons, some flew off, hitting the worksurfaces and floor. She uncovered his muscled chest, dragging her nails down his flesh. He hissed through his teeth.

  He grabbed the hem of her dress, dragging it up and off, exposing her milky soft skin; he began trailing kisses along her collarbone and down to her swollen mounds where he pulled down the material of her bra to feast on her right nipple, rolling the hardened bud between his teeth. Emmie cried out and threw her head back, pushing herself closer to his talented mouth. He unclasped her bra, releasing her for a moment to slide it off her body; he began the same torture on her other breast until she was whimpering. Her heavy breathing turned into pants as he kissed his way down her body, slowly swirling his tongue around her navel and across the seam of her panties, teasing her. It was too much.

  “Dominic. Please,” she begged, mercifully tugging at his hair. She was desperate to feel his mouth on her swollen sex.

  “Shhh, my hungry Tigress. Soon, very soon.” His warm breath blew against her most intimate spot as he traced her inner thigh with light kisses and she nearly came undone. Fuck. He slowly pulled the flimsy material of her underwear down her thighs, baring her pink pussy to him as he lifted her onto the counter.

  “Open up for me, baby, let me see how wet and ready you are.”

  She does exactly as she’s told, exposing herself to him. The noise from his throat tells her he likes what he sees. “Lie back,” he growls, and stormy eyes meet hers; suddenly his sinful mouth is on her eagerly awaiting sex. She raises her leg over his shoulder for deeper access as he devours her, lapping and sucking on her sensitive flesh. Her climax is quick and aggressive as it wracks through her unashamedly, she chants his name over and over.

  He doesn’t wait for her to come down from her high before he lifts her into a seated position, dragging her closer to the edge of the counter. Undoing his trousers, he buries himself in her balls deep, filling her pulsating walls. She cries out at their connection and wraps her legs around his waist shuddering with her release.

  “Fuck, Amelia I can feel your walls squeezing me as you come around me… shit, I can’t be gentle, baby.”

  “Fuck me hard, Dominic, I need you.” He growls something she doesn’t understand and slams into her making them both cry out. His cock pushes against the little bundle of nerves inside and she feels another climax building.

  “I can feel your release building; your pussy is gripping me so tight… fuck… come with me baby.” Dominic’s words send her over the edge, the climax hits her like a tidal wave, and she explodes into tiny pieces, quivering, screaming his name as he lets go at the same time, riding his release out. Their ragged breaths fill the quiet kitchen.

  He pushes her now messy hair from her face, still buried inside her. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” his voice husky from their lovemaking. He kisses her swollen lips and she feels him growing hard inside her again.

  “It’s not a bad way to go,” she says with a smirk, squeezing him again with the muscles inside her sex. His eyes darken.

  “I am taking you to bed where I can get you in some different positions, we’ve only just got started, get ready to be ravished.”

  He pulls out of her, making her gasp and moan, her insides still sensitive. He helps her off the counter, pulls on his suit pants and they gather their discarded clothes; he hands her his shirt which she slips on, fastening the remaining buttons to cover herself. They walk hand in hand as they make their way across the huge hallway and up the stairs to bed where he fulfils his promise to ravish her, thoroughly worshiping every inch of her body until they are both completely exhausted from their lovemaking. They both fall into a deep slumber, their bodies wrapped together.

  Dominic

  Dominic woke to Amelia leaning over him, a tray in her arms. Checking his clock, he was surprised to see it was after eight, he hadn’t slept in this late for a long time.

  “Good morning, handsome. You looked too peaceful to wa
ke, so I decided to make you some breakfast and coffee.”

  He smiled lazily and sat up, taking the tray from her, placing it on the bedside table before pulling her down so she was sprawled on top of him. He took her mouth and kissed her until she was panting.

  “Come and join me. I have to leave in a few hours, I want to spend as much time with you as possible until then,” he said, pouting. She ran her fingers through his hair, the light touch of her fingers felt amazing.

  “Eat your poached egg and drink your coffee before it gets cold and then you can join me in the shower… deal?”

  Where did he find this incredible woman?

  “Deal,” he replied with a boyish grin on his face, feeling lighter than he had in a while. He really was a lucky bastard.

  ***

  He packed the last of his clothes, zipping up his small case. He was reluctant to leave but he knew this was something that had to be done. He had meetings today before they left for LA, they needed to go over the plans for tracking Phil down; he needed all the information that sick bastard had on Will resurfacing then he would make that bastard pay for daring to lay his hands on Amelia.

  Colt would be here in the next fifteen minutes. He had been adamant he wanted in with the search, it seemed the big bad wolf was looking for some vengeance of his own. Picking up the case he carried it down the stairs and placed it by the front door.

  Hope came running from the lounge, a piece of paper flapping about in her little hands.

  “Nicnic, I drawed you a picture so you don’t forget us,” she said, waving the paper at him to take.

  He kneeled and took the picture from her.

  “Why thank you, my lady, but don’t you know I could never forget you or your Mummy, you are both my special girls and you both live in here,” he said, placing his hand over his heart. He looked at the images in Hope’s drawing of the three of them together holding hands and he pulled her into a big hug.

  “This is perfect, do you know why?” Hope shook her head. “Because, whenever I miss you both I can look at this and it will remind me of my girls waiting for me to come home.” He folded the picture and placed it inside his suit pocket. He hugged Hope a little tighter, feeling a little choked up about leaving. Why was this so hard?

  “Are you all packed?” Amelia said, walking out from the lounge. He stood to meet her, keeping hold of Hope’s hand. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, he knew she was trying to stay strong.

  “I am. Hey, come here.” She walked into his arms, wrapping herself around him. “I love you Amelia-Jane, with all that I am.” He feathered kisses on the top of her head. He could feel her sobs subsiding. She lifted her face, her cheeks wet from her tears, the aqua in her eyes vibrant. Her beast was restless too.

  “I love you too, Dominic, more than anything. I am just being silly, I know you have to do this… just please be safe,” she whispered and kissed him like her life depended on it. He kissed her back with just as much ferocity. A clearing of a throat brought them both back to the present. Colt stood there with an amused expression on his face.

  “Ready to go, Nic? Hey Emmie.” Amelia gave Colt a sad smile.

  “Let’s get this over with.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Dominic

  They had the location of Phil. He had been spotted back in LA selling whatever drugs he had his hands on and throwing his weight around in a few bars.

  They were currently sitting in Dominic’s office in Perdition waiting for a few more of Joe’s men to arrive, so he could brief them on their security work over the next few days.

  “This fucker must have a death wish,” Colt said, picking up and looking at one of the many images they had of Phil. “Or he’s as thick as pig shit, dealing in one of the high-end clubs.”

  “He thinks he’s untouchable,” Simon snarled, his voice laced with disdain for the man they were hunting.

  Dominic was surprised at how well Simon looked in such a short space of time; his cheekbones were no longer sunk in and he had bulked himself up, it was a massive improvement to the haggard waif he had met previously, he was impressed by the guy’s transformation in the few weeks since he performed the healing spell.

  “He’s not untouchable. Trust me, Simon, he is going to be sorry he ever crossed me,” Dominic purred. “He is about to be introduced to someone only a few have had the misfortune of meeting.”

  Colt’s brows rose, and he met Dominic’s gaze. An understanding flashed between them.

  “Is that going to be safe, Nic? I mean what—”

  Dominic held up his hand, stopping Colt. He didn’t have a choice, he was sick of being underestimated, the people fucking them over needed to see what he was capable of.

  “I’ll deal with that issues if it happens, all I know is this has to end, and I don’t see any other way to deal with the bastards who are set on destroying the people I care about.”

  Colt nodded his understanding.

  Dominic pulled his mobile out and dialled Patrick’s number; he answered after two rings with, “Sir.”

  “Patrick, can you organise a flight to LA for within a few hours’ time? All being well there will be seven of us travelling, I’ll text you the names, get us all in first class if possible.” There was a slight pause while Patrick checked on the flights.

  “No problem Dominic, I’ll phone Steve straight away, get you booked on the next available flight out and get back to you with details.” He knew Patrick would sort it.

  “Thanks Patrick, how’s Amelia and Hope doing?” he asked.

  “They are fine, sir. Mrs Brooker and Mrs Vandran are here for the evening, they are in the entertainment room watching movies with Miss Hope.”

  He was happy they had company, he hated the thought of Amelia sitting alone while all this was happening.

  “Good, thank you Patrick, speak to you shortly.” He disconnected the call and quickly sent the names over before he addressed the room.

  “Patrick is going to text me soon with our flight details. Colt, what time is Jake getting here?”

  “I’ll give him a call now and find out, he shouldn’t be long, I know he had an issue with Kate he was dealing with.”

  He had only met Kate once or twice; there was definitely something off about her, and from the look on Colt’s face as he left the room to talk to his nephew, he knew not to pry into the matter.

  “When we get to LA we’ll head to Perdition, I need to brief everyone there. Joe, can you contact the LA office and speak to Harry? Make sure everyone is going to be available tomorrow evening.”

  “Yes boss,” Joe replied, pulling his phone out finding Harry’s number.

  Dominic stood and stretched, he needed a drink.

  “Simon, Tom, fancy joining me for a drink upstairs while we sort out technicalities? The others will join us when they’ve finished their calls. I would like to get to know you both better, after all we are both in this for the same reasons.”

  “I – certainly Mr Bellator,” Tom stuttered nervously.

  “Please call me Nic, I despise anyone using my surname when they address me, it reminds me of my father.”

  Colt walked back in the room looking rattled.

  “Fucking Kate’s gone missing, and she’s not answering her phone. Jake has had his suspicions for a while about her but this – fuck.”

  “What suspicions, Colt?” Dominic demanded, starting to lose his temper at this new information, it was like fucking good news bad news week.

  “He found some bank receipts last week for cheques worth a few hundred pounds each she’s been cashing. He thought Terrance must have been giving them to her as she’s out of work, then this morning he found a text on her phone thanking her for the information she provided about Ms Stewarts’ whereabouts.”

  Dominic’s stomach dropped at the last part.

  “It was dated just over two weeks ago. Dominic, she’s our informant, or at least one of them.” Colt ran his hand through his long hair in
frustration.

  “Jake wants to stay here and look for her, she has made a complete dick out of him. It looks like she got close to our family to gain information, what do you want us to do?” Colt finished.

  “I think him staying here is a good idea, his head won’t be in the game. Tell Jake and Iris to head to the mansion, I’ll be happier knowing they are all safe together while we’re away, there’s enough room for everyone. I’ll give Amelia a call to let her know what’s going on. Joe, can you get some of our guys together? You know who. I need Kate found and dealt with, but kept alive for now.” Joe, who was still on the phone to Harry, gave Dominic a sharp nod and thumb up in agreement. If Will and the treacherous arseholes working in The Domini Bellatorum had managed to get someone on the inside he didn’t want to take any chances.

  “Thanks, Nic, I wonder what they have on Kate that would make her betray Jake’s trust? She seemed so genuine.”

  “Money, Mr Brooker. You’d be surprised how quick the most loyal person in the world can turn with the offer of enough money. One thing I have learned working for years in business is everyone has a price. I personally always felt there was something odd about her,” Dominic admitted, “but as you know I don’t trust many people.”

  “Yeah, well she had me fooled. Clara fucking saved her life man, we thought she was a good girl. I wonder if Terrance knows anything?”

  “Call him, find out, he has a right to know what his sibling has been up to, in fact ask him if he wants in on our trip to LA. Now Jake isn’t coming we have a spare place. I’ll perform the memoria spell on him. I am going to text Patrick with the change of plans then I am going to take Simon and Tom to the bar upstairs before I speak to Amelia, please join us once you have finished making your calls, I think we could all use a drink.”

  Emmie

  “Hey handsome, did you manage to get your flights booked?” Emmie says to Dominic, walking out of the entertainment room and down the hall to their bedroom, so they can talk privately.