Hostages of Love (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Sophie del Mar

  One of the statuesque females put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then the other two women did the same. Two of the women kissed each other passionately as he watched them with interest. No one noticed Larissa standing only a few feet away. No one noticed as she turned and ran down the hall.

  “Larissa, wait!” Ian called out to her. “What's wrong?”

  She slammed her hand against the elevator button.

  “Was that him?” he asked. “The guy with the three hot redheads?”

  She didn't trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded.

  The elevator opened and they stepped inside.

  How could she have been so stupid and naive? How could she have thought a man that attractive would be available and unattached? With her luck, he was probably married. Or judging by the company he kept, he was into multiple partners and women who were sexually adventurous, to say the least.

  “Your Prince Charming likes his women on the slutty side,” observed Ian.

  She punched the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a sudden halt.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Why'd you do that?”

  “Shut up, Ian.”

  He looked at her in surprise as she yanked the leather jacket off his shoulders. Flinging it on the floor, she pulled his tucked shirt out of his slacks. Slowly she unbuttoned the shirt to reveal his hard, flat stomach. Kneeling in front of him, she trailed her tongue down his abdomen until she reached the spot where dark, curly hair sprang from the waistband of his pants. She started to unbutton them.

  “I think you should know there's a security camera in the ceiling.” His voice was a tortured whisper. “This might not be the smartest idea, in terms of our public image.”

  Larissa stared at the ceiling as she took deep, calming breaths. She retrieved the discarded jacket, handing it to him as she reached for the elevator button.

  * * * *

  When they arrived on the sixth floor, she walked past her room and down to Ian's suite.

  “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “How about a drink for a thirsty girl?”

  “I think I can manage that.” He gave her a quizzical look as he unlocked the door to his suite.

  She sat down on the sofa and rested her head on the plush fabric.

  “This mini bar is well-stocked.” He studied the bottles lining the shelves. “What would you like?”

  “On second thought forget the drink. I want you over here right now.”

  He stared at her for a long moment. Finally, he said, “Larissa, I've chased you for months and this is the first time you've shown any interest in me. Not that I'm unappreciative of this sudden turn of events, but—”

  “But what?”

  “Is it because of him? Prince Charming?”

  She walked over to where he stood and then slid her arms around him.

  “Wait.” He stepped away from her. “I can't believe I'm saying this but—”

  “But what?”

  “We've spent time together during filming, and in that time I've gotten to like you.”

  “I like you too.”

  He sighed. “Here's the thing; I don't want you to do something you'll regret in the morning.”

  She shook her head. “I won't regret anything.”

  “You say that now—”

  “I'll say it tomorrow as well.”

  And it was true. She wanted to spend the night with Ian. Not only was he incredibly handsome, but he was more sensitive than she'd given him credit for. Of course, there was one more point in his favor. If she slept with him, maybe she could forget the gorgeous man she had last seen kissing three half-naked, and very trashy women.

  “Why are you hesitating?” she said softly. “You should be happy because now you can scratch me off your list.”

  “What list?” His voice was rough with passion as he touched her cheek. He took her face between his hands, staring down at her for a long, lingering moment.

  “You know you're a work of art, don't you?” His gaze held hers. “And I'm damn lucky to be here with you.”

  “I could say the same thing about you.”

  “No.” He shook his head. “You're way out of my league.”

  “And you're being ridiculous.”

  “Can't help it, luv.” He lowered his head and kissed her. “I told you before it's hard to think straight when I'm around you.”

  “I wonder how many times you've used that line?”

  “Hmm, let's see. Before tonight, zero.”

  “Can I believe that?”

  “I know.” His smile was mocking. “How can you trust an actor?”

  “How can I?”

  “You can't. But it happens to be the truth, so there's nothing else I can say to defend it.”

  They stared silently at each other.

  She finally broke the silence. “I think you're a deeper man than you pretend to be, Ian Renard.”

  “Don't spread that around. I'm more comfortable with my reputation as a great lover.”

  She giggled. “So you have a reputation as a great lover? I had no idea.”

  “And I had no idea Miss Goody-Two-Shoes could be a bit sassy when she chooses to be.”

  He kissed her again and his lips were warm and firm, his kisses slow and deep. She ran her hands down the long expanse of his back, raking her nails against the silky material of his shirt. As their kissing intensified, he slid his hand under her blouse and stroked the soft skin of her stomach.

  She struggled to unbutton his shirt, but her hands trembled and she couldn't manage it. In a fit of frustration, she pulled on the garment until the buttons broke off and scattered across the floor.

  He laughed. “Hey, that's a designer shirt.”

  “Send me a bill.”

  He groaned as she unbuttoned his slacks and then toyed with his zipper. She pulled the pants down around his ankles and then his underwear followed.

  “Well, hello there,” she greeted his erect penis.

  “Less talk, more action.” He pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it on the floor. With a deft movement, he unsnapped her bra and removed it.

  “I can see you've had some practice doing that,” she said with a laugh.

  “A little.”

  He ran his tongue over her taut nipples, sucking them until she felt she might burst with pleasure. She grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Flinging herself on the bed, she pulled him down on top of her. He hurried to unbutton her jeans and remove them before pulling down her panties. He slid his tongue around each nipple and then sucked deeply. Slowly, he moved lower until his head rested between her thighs.

  Larissa closed her eyes as he kissed the warm softness at the heart of her. For one surreal moment, she forgot who she was with. She imagined the blond pilot with his head between her legs. The thought of him making love to her flooded her body with overpowering sensations.

  Ian's voice deepened with passion. “You're so wet, my little Larissa.”

  “I want you. Please hurry.”

  “Just a minute.” He hurried into the bathroom and came back wearing a bright purple condom.

  She laughed. “Where in the world did you get that?”

  “I don't remember, but it looks kind of sporty, huh?”

  “Looks sporty, but how does it perform?” she teased.

  “I'll show you how it performs.”

  She gasped as he thrust his cock into her and she experienced the thick fullness of him. Her muscles clenched around him with tight, hot warmth. Fire swept through her as she imagined making love to the blond Adonis from the restaurant. She didn't care if this was disloyal to Ian or not, so she pretended the gorgeous pilot was the man satisfying her desires and giving her such indescribable pleasure. It was his cock sliding in and out of her body with deep penetrating assaults. He belonged to her.

  She lifted her hips to meet each thrust as she raked her nails down Ian's back. She kept her eyes closed, not wishing to destroy the
illusion that the blond pilot was the one making her moan and writhe under his expert lovemaking.

  She gripped the sheets as delicious molten agony scorched her flesh. Overcome with the intensity of the moment, she screamed as she reached an explosive climax.

  “Oh, my God!” Ian cried. “I think I love you.”

  Chapter 9

  Delilah and Sean stood outside Room 207.

  She gave him a wink. “Give us ten minutes to get ready for company.”

  Sean's toes tingled at the thought of what might happen between himself and the three women. “Okay, ten minutes then.”

  Back in his room, he took off his uniform and changed into jeans and a black turtleneck. Then he brushed his teeth and put on cologne. How much time had passed? Had it been ten minutes yet?

  He sat down on the bed and thought about his life. After Amanda died, he hadn't slept with a woman in over a year. Now in a short space of time, he was falling over women left and right.

  He should probably get some rest, although he knew sleep was impossible. His body was wired, and he'd been running on adrenaline since the moment he glimpsed the beautiful woman in blue.

  She had disappeared like mist when the first rays of the sun touched it. Just as Amanda had disappeared from his life.

  Sean lowered his head as pain bore down on him like a rampaging beast. He cradled his head between his hands as if to shelter himself from the wave of agony which washed over him. Fighting the urge to simply give up on life, he took deep breaths until the worst of the feeling passed and his heartbeat slowed to a normal rhythm.

  Then he stood and paced the room like a caged animal.

  He knew the porn actresses wanted more from him than an evening of interesting conversation. But what did HE really want?

  What he really wanted was to see HER again.

  Damn it!

  He slammed the door to his room and walked down the hallway. When he approached Room 207, the door stood open. The lights were off, but candles illiminuted the darkness.

  “Hello?” he called out.

  “We're in the bath.” Delilah's voice echoed through the room.

  Sean closed the door behind him and took a deep breath before walking across the room. Peeking around the corner, he found the bathroom lit by candlelight which radiated soft shadows across the marble tile. The three women were sitting in a round whirlpool tub, and all of them were naked.

  “How did you get a tub that big?” It was the only thing he could think to say.

  Delilah laughed. “We requested a room with a large tub for occasions such as this.”

  “I see.”

  She playfully splashed him with water. “Are you going to stand there all night with your mouth hanging open?”

  “I think it's time you got your hot body in here,” said DesaRay. “This water isn't getting any warmer.”

  Sean looked around for somewhere private to remove his clothing.

  “Isn't that cute?” said Delilah. “He's as embarrassed as a schoolboy.”

  “Do you know how many people we've seen naked?” asked Devon. “It would blow your mind if I told you.”

  DesaRay laughed. “We've probably seen more cocks and pussies than your doctor has.”

  “I'm not sure about this.” Sean averted his gaze because he was more than a little nervous.

  Suddenly, Delilah stood in front of him and pressed her lips to his. She was so tall he had to lift his head to kiss her.

  “Nothing to worry about.” Her voice soothed his nerves. “It's just me and the girls and we're not judgmental types.”

  As she continued to kiss him, warmth spread through his body. She slowly undressed him and then he stepped into the tub.

  “Have a glass of champagne,” offered DesaRay.

  “No thanks.” He shook his head as he luxuriated in the warm, fragrant water. “Flying the plane tomorrow. Remember?”

  “Guess that means you don't want any weed either.”

  The women giggled.

  He smiled. “No thanks.”

  He wondered what he was doing in this room with three strangers. If he hadn't been so edgy, if he hadn't been weighed down with melancholy at the thought of never seeing the goddess in blue again—

  Was this what he really wanted? It wasn't too late to just get up and leave the room.

  What did it matter anyway? When all was said and done, nothing mattered. In the blink of an eye, a drunk driver could take the woman you loved. In the blink of an eye, you could see the girl of your dreams across a crowded room, and then lose her just that quickly. Life was a crap shoot, and he had well and truly crapped out.

  DesaRay turned to him. “Would you like to see how long I can hold my breath?”

  He shrugged. “Why not?”

  She took a deep breath and then lowered herself under the water. Then her mouth was on his cock and he jumped in surprise. But after a moment, he lay his head on the porcelain rim of the tub and reveled in the sensations which fired his body.

  Seconds later, she lifted her head above the surface.

  “My turn,” said Devon.

  When Devon popped out of the water, Delilah said, “Enough with the appetizer. Let's get down to the main course.”

  As the women climbed out of the tub, he said, “What's going on?”

  “You just stay here and relax, sugar. We'll call you into the bedroom when we're ready.” She pointed to folded clothes on the edge of the sink. “Change into that outfit, since we can't role-play without the right costumes.”

  He grinned. “Whatever you say.”

  “Those are three words I like to hear from a man.” Delilah tossed him a kiss as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

  Sean struggled to relax his tensely coiled muscles. More than one woman at a time seemed like a male fantasy, but he found the prospect intimidating.

  The hell with it! What was he saving himself for?

  The memory of the gorgeous woman in the restaurant floated into his mind, but he pushed it aside.

  “Okay sugar, we're ready for you.” Delilah's voice sliced through his thoughts.

  He eyed the white silky robe which looked like something straight out of Lawrence of Arabia. He slipped it over his naked body and then put on the matching headpiece.

  Looking in the mirror, he convinced himself that spending an evening in this room might not be a bad idea after all. Things were much easier when he let his cock do the thinking for him. As long as he kept his mind out of it, he would have a great time. ANYTHING to block the lady in blue from his thoughts. He would probably have a better chance of flying a 747 to the moon than seeing her exquisite face again.

  Walking into the bedroom, he found Delilah dressed in a black leather dominatrix outfit, black fishnet stockings, and spiked heels. She held a riding crop in her hand. DesaRay and Devon were dressed as slave girls, one in pink and the other in green, complete with bare midriffs and veils which hid their faces.

  Sean wondered if he'd somehow wandered into a parallel universe where everyone was into imaginative, kinky sex.

  “Does anyone have plain old-fashioned sex any longer?” he said under his breath.

  “What was that, sugar?” Delilah slapped the riding crop against her thigh.

  “I said you ladies look sexy.”

  “We get paid to look sexy, but in our free time we do it for fun.”

  “I'm very impressed.”

  “You're damn hot yourself. Have you ever thought of working in porn?” She ran her tongue over scarlet lips as she studied him. “With your looks, you could make a fortune.”

  He laughed. “I could never perform in front of a camera.”

  “You get used to it.”

  “Do you?”

  “Would you like to pretend we're making a porn film?” She patted his ass with the riding crop. “Are you game?”

  He swallowed. “Why not?”

  “Then let's get ready to shoot.”

  Devon and
DesaRay got on the bed.

  “You're the sultan and we cater to your every whim.” She smiled at him. “Believe me, I'd join your harem any day of the week.”

  “How about us?” asked DesaRay.

  Delilah rolled her eyes. “Isn't it obvious? You're slave girls in the sultan's harem, and I'm the sultan's favorite.”

  “Why do you get to be the sultan's favorite?” complained DesaRay.

  “Do you have a riding crop?”

  “No.”

  “Then you can't be the sultan's favorite. Now, shut up and take your places.”

  Sean looked down at his loose robe. “I believe this is more of a sheik's costume. I'm not sure it's really what a sultan would wear.”

  Delilah put her hands on her hips and frowned. “Does it really matter, sugar?”

  “I guess not.”

  “Are we ready then?” She looked around the room. “No more suggestions, criticisms, etc?”

  No one said a word.

  “Then quiet on the set. And action.”

  DesaRay and Devon lay on the bed and kissed each other with enthusiasm. Their soft moans filled the room, reminding Sean of a night when he'd almost had sex with two flight attendants.

  Unfortunately, both women had gotten so drunk they'd passed out, and he hadn't wanted to take advantage of them in that condition.

  Tonight might be his chance to experience something he'd only heard about second-hand from his friend Robert.

  “Pick the one you want.” Delilah whacked him on the butt with the riding crop.

  Sean rubbed his ass. “Damn it, that hurts.”

  “Does it now? If this was a real porn film, you'd just have to suck it up, wouldn't you?”

  “Now I know why I'm a pilot and not a porn star.”

  She giggled. “So which one do you want?”

  “It's so hard to choose.” He looked from DesaRay to Devon and started to feel there were too many tempting dishes on the menu.

  “If you can't choose one of the ladies, at least choose which color condom you like.”

  She pointed at a basket full of colorful condoms sitting on the dresser. “I'd like you in red. Just a suggestion.”

  “Whatever you like.” He turned away as he slid the condom onto his large, swollen cock.