by E. C. Land
Rémy takes a step backward, away from the window, and I lean back as his hands support my lower back. He slams into my tight pussy like a porn star would, and my center grows wetter for him. “Fuck, Rémy,” I cry out.
He fucks me harder and heat spreads across my body. Every limb, every vein, every muscle . . . the warmth is everywhere. My eyes begin to roll in the back of my head as my orgasm comes over me, and Rémy finds his release as well, shooting his seed deep inside me.
“Yes, take it. Take it all.” He grunts, continuing to ram himself in my pussy. I clench around his cock, and with every thrust, he draws out my release even more and more. He brings us over to the couch, and we fall against the cushions. Sweat beads on our foreheads, and we’re breathless, but it’s the best type of breathless anyone can feel.
“If you want, I think we have enough time for round two before you need to get ready.” Rémy snickers, looking over at me. His eyes are trained on my hardened nipples, now poking out through the top of my dress.
“Give me a five-minute break, and then I’ll ride that fat cock of yours.” I giggle, catching the way his head twitches. “Guess he’s excited from the mere mention of it.”
“Fuck yeah, he is,” Rémy agrees.
Chapter Eighteen
Rémy
My phone rings in the middle of the night, and I groan as I reach across the bed to snatch it off the nightstand. I don’t want the noise to wake Cora.
It’s been a week since everything went down with Brittney. Things, for the most part, have gone back to normal. Well, I should say a “different” kind of normal. Cora and I have settled into a routine. I take my days off from the club when she does. I only go in if there’s an emergency. I told Julian I didn’t want to be bothered otherwise. During the nights Cora’s supposed to be on stage, I work in my office and take the time to watch her dance when she’s up.
Cora snuggles deeper against me as I blink at the screen, noticing Chains calling me. Swiping my finger across the screen, I bring the phone to my ear and whisper, “What’s the emergency? It better be good, you calling me at this hour.”
“Got four women my prospects are taking to the hospital right now. Figured you’d want to know since they work for you,” Chains growls, earning my full attention.
“What?” I demand, sliding out the bed, doing my best not to wake Cora.
“Angelina is with them,” Chains says, mentioning Pitch Black’s ol’ lady who’s a doctor. “She’s called the ER. The girls were badly beaten and left at my gates. Wanna tell me why I’m getting your girls left at my gates?”
“I don’t know what’s going on, Chains, but far as I know, we don’t have issues with the same people you do,” I say, pulling a pair of jeans on and leaving them unbuttoned. I walk out of my room and head for the office I keep here at the house.
“I know that. I also know that while we were dealing with getting those kids back, I heard whispers of a group called the ‘Uprising’. Have you heard of them?” Chains grunts, and I hear him shuffling something in the background, then a baby’s cry.
Uprising?
“I haven’t heard of them. Thanks for letting me know about the girls. Which hospital are your men taking them to?” I hear the squeak of a door opening and turn to find Cora coming into my office.
Damn. I didn’t mean to wake her.
“One in New Orleans,” Chains mutters. “Need anything, let me know. I’ll let you know if we hear anything else about this group. I’m not getting a good feeling about this. Not when they’re leaving your girls at my door. Whoever it is wants to draw me into a shitstorm. I ain’t about to deal with anymore for a while.”
“I appreciate it. I’ll call Félix and let him know what’s going on. Thanks again.”
“Right.” With that, Chains ends our call.
I pull the phone from my ear and let out a harsh breath.
“Is everything okay?” Cora asks, coming to wrap her arms around my waist.
“No, I’ve gotta get to the hospital and check on a few of the dancers,” I tell her, and Cora pulls back enough to meet my gaze, her eyes widened.
“Do you know who?” she asks.
I shake my head and sigh. “No, but I have a pretty good idea which four dancers were attacked.”
“I’m coming with you,” Cora says, pulling out of my arms. “Come on, let’s get ready.”
A sense of pride fills me. Cora’s always thinking of others before herself. No matter if it’s the ones who’ve said nasty things about her. She just isn’t that kind of person.
Following her out of my office and into the bedroom, we dress quickly. Grabbing my keys from the dresser, I slip on my Sperrys and take Cora’s hand as she joins me.
Without a word, the two of us head for my car in the garage. I hold the door open for her to get in the passenger seat before going to the driver’s side. Climbing in, I start the engine and press the button for the garage door. Backing out, I stop long enough to hit the button, so the garage door closes.
As soon as I pull out onto the street, I call Félix’s number.
“What the hell, Rémy?” he snarls through the line. Félix definitely isn’t a man to wake up in the middle of the night unless you want him to beat the hell out of you.
“Sorry, I wouldn’t call, but I’m on my way to the ER right now,” I tell him as I turn right off my street and make a hard left onto another.
“Explain,” Félix demands, seeming fully awake now.
“Chains called to let me know four of my dancers were left outside the gates of his clubhouse,” I say, before telling him about the conversation, including the whispers of a group called the ‘Uprising’.
“I’ll meet you there,” he declares after I finish, and then he abruptly ends the conversation.
Cora reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. “They’ll be okay,” she whispers reassuringly.
“We’ll see. Hopefully they’ll be able to tell us more.” At least, I hope they will be. This isn’t something I want to be dealing with right now. Chains is right about drama. We’ve all had our own fair share of it lately. I would just like to have a reprieve from the shit before anything else happens.
Maybe I should think about taking Cora and going on a vacation. The Bahamas sound nice, or I could take her to Hawaii. I wouldn’t mind seeing her in a bikini on the beach.
Steering the car into the parking lot, I find a spot and park. Turning off the ignition, I open the door and climb out. I meet Cora before she can round the front of the vehicle. Taking her hand, she intertwines her smaller fingers with my larger ones.
In the waiting room, I walk right over to the sign-in station and ask them to let Dr. Angelina Corbin know I’m in the waiting room. I’m not even going to bother asking them to tell me about the girls.
A few minutes go by, and I’m on edge, wanting to know what happened. I get that I can’t keep the girls safe twenty-four-seven. They were off when the attack happened, but still, it doesn’t sit right with me.
Why were they targeted?
By the time Pitch Black’s ol’ lady comes through the doors from the back, Félix and Madelaine have joined us.
“All four women are lucky to still be alive,” she states, putting her hands in the pockets of her scrubs.
“Are they okay?” I ask, seeing the weary look she’s giving us.
Angelina sighs and nods her head over to the corner. “When I say they’re lucky to be alive, I mean it. They might not want to be alive, though. One of them suffered multiple stab wounds to her entire body, another is missing several fingers, the last two . . . are missing their tongues.”
Shit. Bile threatens to come up, and I can see it in the woman’s eyes—she’s not finished.
“After the girls’ stomachs were cleaned enough, you could see that whoever harmed them, carved something into their flesh.” Angelina glances around her before whispering, ‘Uprising’.
Whoever this group is, they’re trying to start a w
ar.
But who exactly are they trying to go up against?
Fucking hell. “They have pasts with drug abuse. I want it known to them that I will pay for their rehabilitation fees, both from the abuse they endured tonight, and for the drugs as well.”
Angelina nods. “That’s very kind of you. I’ll make sure they all know it when they’re lucid enough to process the events. Right now, they’re being sedated to keep them calm.”
Chapter Nineteen
Corentina
I can hardly believe the events that have been happening. It’s been two whole weeks since the women were at the hospital. Rémy even offered to pay for their medical expenses, including a substance abuse rehab stay for them. He didn’t have to, given the way they screwed him over that night when they all called out. Hell, there were even photos of them doing drugs on social media, which is such a risk when you own a business like Diamond Dancers.
Now I’m at Félix and Madelaine’s house with Rémy’s sisters. Désirée, Olivia, and Sabine are helping Madelaine and I plan a baby shower for Olivia. Rémy and I may only be dating, but it feels as though I already married into this lovely family. They treat me like I’m one of their own, and Madelaine’s even told me how being part of the DeLancy family starts from the moment you’re romantically involved with one of the men.
“What kind of theme are we thinking about?” Madelaine asks Olivia. She’s sitting directly beside me, while Olivia is across the table. Sabine is on my left, and then there’s Désirée beside her. In the center of the table, we have a three-tiered serving tray. On it, there are macaroons, tiny cupcakes, slices of loaf cakes, tea sandwiches, and the list goes on. The food looks amazing, and I’m damn certain I’ll be having one of everything.
“Okay, so Finn isn’t on board, but I don’t care in the least bit. I’m the one pushing this baby out, so he can suck it up and deal with it like a man. Anyway, I want a circus theme.”
“Oh, goodness, that’ll be adorable!” I squeal, and all the DeLancy sisters except Olivia look at me like I’m crazy.
“Right! Finn told me it was silly, but again, I’m the one pushing these babies out. So, he can deal with it.”
Whoa. Hold up a second.
Did I hear her right?
I think I’ve misheard her, but everyone at the table looks at her the same way I am. They’re absolutely dumbfounded. “Olivia, is there something you’ve failed to tell us?” Désirée is the one who asks the question.
“Fuck, I just ruined the surprise for you guys . . . but you’re the ones helping me plan the baby shower. I want to do this circus theme with two of everything, to announce the news we’re expecting twins.” Olivia smiles from ear to ear, and every single one of us is beaming smiles right at her.
“How exciting!” Sabine comments and the group nods eagerly.
“Yeah, so, I want to have double of everything because of these babies.” Olivia pauses to stare at her growing stomach and cradles it. “They’re going to be double trouble, and I have no doubts.”
“Of course they are.” Madelaine laughs. “They have DeLancy blood in them. I don’t know much about the Brisbane family, but I know enough about Finn to know he’s trouble too.”
“Fuck, you’ll have your hands full,” Sabine adds.
Meanwhile, Désirée is staying quiet as can be. She seems so upset, but no one is bringing up that fact. Rémy told me she’s seeing some guy, but he doesn’t want to meet the family. I think it’s weird, but it’s not my place to judge. Maybe he knows them and is afraid of some sort of altercation. Regardless, it’s no one’s business, and I hope Rémy and the rest of the men will see that soon.
“There’s another surprise. Finn only thinks I’m pregnant with one baby, so I want to shock him,” Olivia tells the group of us, and we all start laughing, even Désirée.
“Okay, so tell me what the plan is. I have to know!” Madelaine exclaims, really liking the fact she’s in on this secret.
“I don’t have a clue. That’s where the rest of you come in. I need my sisters’ help—all of them.” Olivia locks eyes with each of us one at a time, and smiles widely.
Olivia looks around the room and clears her throat. “I said I need all of my sisters’ help!”
“Jesus, Liv. What’s with the sass?” Madelaine grumbles at her, and the next thing we all know, Rémy’s walking inside with a bouquet of cornflowers. What? This is my country’s national flower and my favorite flower in the entire world.
“Corentina, I have something I’d like to ask you,” Rémy says in an “oh, so serious” tone.
My stomach drops and I’m terrified. “What the hell is happening right now?”
Madelaine grabs me by the arm and physically makes me get up out of my chair. Meanwhile, I turn back to glance at the girls, and Olivia’s grinning from ear to ear. Madelaine pushes me toward Rémy, and he hands me the flowers.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here, so I’m going to let you in on a little secret. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be special to me. Only, I didn’t know how special you’d truly be. You stood by my side when the world tried to bring us down, and still, you stand by my side, no matter what obstacle is in front of us. Most women who faced a situation like you did would’ve run. They would’ve run as fast as they could . . . but you heard me out, and it solidified how important you are in my life. So much so, that I never want to risk losing you ever again.”
Rémy drops down on one knee, and I gasp as the reality hits me straight in the face. “Corentina, I love you. I love you so much, and I don’t ever want to live another day without you by my side, in my bed, waking up to you every morning, and—”
“And screwing her in the most inappropriate of places!” Madelaine yells from the back, causing everyone to bust out into laughter.
Rémy takes a couple moments to gather himself, but adds in Madelaine’s suggestion. “And screwing you in the most inappropriate of places. So, I come here to ask you if you’d do me the honor of being my wife. We’ve already proven we can make this work through the worst of it, so let’s show the world how much of a power couple we can be in the best of circumstances. Corentina, will you marry me?”
He was just able to get his marriage to Brittney annulled, so this is happening very fast. We knew their marriage meant nothing, but that happened less than two weeks ago . . . and he’s already doing this? I guess he never waits for what he wants.
I nod without question and stutter out my answer, “Y-yes. Yes, I will!”
Rémy opens up the box, and the light shines on the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. It’s in an old antique setting with emeralds encasing the diamond. He slides it onto my ring finger, and I stare down in awe of what just happened. Meanwhile, the ladies are all clapping and smiling off to the side.
“Now it’s official—you’re officially my sister.” Olivia beams excitedly, and Rémy rises. He pulls me into his arms and plasters the most sensual kiss we’ve ever had.
This is what happiness is, and I’m ecstatic I finally have it.
Chapter Twenty
Rémy
Sitting at the table enjoying Cora’s performance, I can’t help but grin as she looks at me. Right now, she’s not dancing for the crowd. This dance is solely meant for me. If only it were the two of us in the room—I’d be unable to hold back. I’d have to be inside her. Now. The way she moves her hips on the stage has me wanting her to do that while riding my cock.
My attention is pulled from the stage when a man dressed similar to me, but in solid black, sits in the seat directly in front of me. Frowning at the man, I straighten and face the stranger. “Can I help you?”
The guy grins at me, and something about him seems familiar, yet at the same time, disturbing and rubs me the wrong way. “My name’s Dimitri Savary,” he says, introducing himself.
“Well, Dimitri, can I ask why you’ve decided to join me at my table?” I frown, trying to place the guy’s last nam
e. I swear I’ve heard that name before, but where?
“This table is reserved for family, and considering I’m your uncle, that includes me.” Dimitri chuckles maliciously.
Uncle?
This dude isn’t related to me. He’s more Félix’s and my age.
“I should emphasize, I’m Deanna DeLancy’s brother.” My blood runs cold as that little bit of news sinks in. I remember Deanna having a sibling, but he didn’t live with her. He didn’t live near her because he was from her father’s first marriage or something like that. I don’t remember too much about their history. It’s why his last name sounded familiar.
“What are you doing here?” I demand, not feeling too kindly about him being in my club.
“I was promised something before my sister died, and I’m here to claim it. This is me letting you know who I am, and I’m not going anywhere until I get it.” Dimitri’s smirk switches to a look of someone who has no soul.
“Dimitri, you might wanna clue me into what it is your bitch of a sister promised you,” I state coolly. My eyes go to the stage briefly as I notice my woman exiting.
Good. She’ll be safe backstage. I don’t want this man in front of me to get any ideas about Cora.
“It’s not what my sister promised me, but your father.” Dimitri sneers.
“How about you enlighten me?” Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms.
“My place in the family. I was supposed to become his right-hand man. Now that he’s dead, I intend to take his place.” He shrugs and glances around the building. “I don’t care how I have to do it.”
“Like fuck. There’s no way in hell you’ll take what’s not yours.” I seethe, not appreciating the threats he’s not-so-subtly throwing at me.
Dimitri cackles and leans forward. “I most certainly will. One way or another.”
Pressing my hands flat on the table, I lean forward and pierce him with a glare. “You’re threatening the wrong family, Dimitri.” I’m not going to sit here and be threatened.
