Padme moaned with pleasure as his fingers twisted and rubbed at her, then she gasped as he slid two fingers and then three inside her. “I can feel your heartbeat through the walls of your cunt,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “God, I want to fuck you forever, feel your thighs clamp around my waist, feel your belly against mine, your breasts pressed against my chest, your lips on mine.” He fisted her long dark hair at the nape of her neck, his gaze intense now. “Can you feel how hard I am for you, Principessa?”
She slid her hand down to his cock, so huge and diamond-hard in her hands, and she smiled at him. “Put that inside me,” she whispered, and with one easy movement, he lifted her and impaled her on to him. Padme shivered with please as his cock filled her and she began to ride him slowly, never losing eye contact. “Baby?”
Enver smiled at her. “Yes, my darling one?”
“I have noticed, in between the times you are playing around, you look kind of…dangerous. I like it.”
He raised his eyebrows. “You do?”
“I do. So, I’m saying, if there’s anything you want me to do… to be yours, I would do it.” Padme was blushing furiously, but the thought of him getting masterful with her was really turning her on. Enver got it and grinned.
“A little role-play?”
Padme chuckled, reaching down so she could massage his balls while she fucked him. “Anything.”
“Well, then let me think…the idea of you tied up and helpless – I mean, in this situation – while I fucked you sounds good to me.” His eyes suddenly lit up. “Or, maybe even…”
He trailed off, and in frustration, Padme gave his balls a squeeze. He winced then laughed at her sulky face. “So impatient. Well, okay then…how would you find almost getting caught while we fucked?”
Padme smiled slowly. “That would be thrilling…much like our first tryst.”
“Indeed. But what I’m talking about is actually fucking in a crowd of people, not behind closed doors, actually in the same room.”
“Hmm, that sounds intriguing but how would it work in reality?”
“You’d have to wear a short skirt and no underwear,” he said matter-of-factly, and she couldn’t help laugh at the expression on his face.
“And you’d have to fuck me from behind, I’m guessing.”
“All while you have nothing away with your facial expression.”
Padme laughed. “That is the only problem.” She thrust her hips hard, and Enver groaned. “See? When your cock is inside me, all I do is gasp and moan and scream your name…Danilo.”
There was a strange expression in his eyes, and she smiled at him. “I’d much rather be shouting your real name.”
He nodded. “The same here, Penny.”
They both laughed softly. “Well, if we’re going to be other people, then I say we take that into consideration. Let’s play ‘We never met before.'”
Enver’s lips twitched in amusement. “So, again, much like how we met.”
“Well,” Padme considered, “You didn’t fuck me in public, and I remember wearing underwear because you ripped it off of me.”
“So I did,” Enver looked very pleased with himself, and Padme laughed and tried to look disapproving. “They were my favorite pair.”
“I’ll buy you more.”
“And I’m still wondering what Harpa will think when she finds an abandoned pair of panties on her office floor.”
“She won’t. They’re in the pocket of my pants. I have OCD when it comes to underwear.”
“Or you just collect ladies used underwear, you perv.” Padme grinned as he threw his head back and laughed. He was so easy to be with, to tease. Enver put his hand on his heart and feigned seriousness.
“Just yours, I swear.”
“Glad to hear it.” She increased her pace, ramming her hips against him, taking him in deeper and deeper and then neither could talk, out of breath as they came, Enver pulling her to him, kissing her as she gasped with pleasure.
Two hours later, they caught a cab into Seattle’s nightclub area and randomly chose a club to go to. Inside, the heat and sweaty atmosphere added to their fun, as well as the quadruple tequila shots Enver ordered for them. Padme pulled a face as she down it. “So gross.”
Enver laughed “Then why did you drink it?”
“Courage,” she said, and danced around him, making him laugh. He ran his hands down her body.
“You don’t need courage,” he said, pulling her to him, “You’re the most beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman in this room. In this city…” He kissed her until her head spun, then nuzzled her nose. “In this world, cara mia.”
God, he was intoxicating. She kissed him then moved her lips to his ear. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
They danced together as the music got slower and more sensual, the people around them locked into their own sensual foreplay. Enver danced her to the far wall then whispered: “Turn around, baby, face away from me.”
Padme did as she was told, grinding her ass into his groin, hearing his low chuckle. He lifted the back of her short dark red dress and pulled her back into him. Padme leaned her head back on his shoulder, and he kissed her to muffle her cry as he thrust into her.
Padme continued to sway as Enver fucked her, timing his thrusts to the rhythm of the music. Padme was lost in a delirium of pleasure – this man had complete dominion over her body, his hand splayed on her belly, his lips against her neck. Fucking openly in front of these people – Padme didn’t care if they were found out, and as she shuddered through an orgasm, felt him come, heard his groan. “Cara mia, cara mia…”
When they had recovered themselves, and it was safe, Padme turned and kissed him with every inch of passion she felt for him. “Danilo, whatever your name is, you are the most amazing man I’ve ever met. If we never see each other again, I will always remember this night…”
His green eyes crinkled and he leaned his forehead against his. “I cannot imagine, Principessa, that we will ever not be in each other’s lives now. In fact, I promise you, now, here, for as long as you want me, I will be with you.”
Padme groaned, now, feeling the ghostly strength of his arms around her, his soft lips against hers. “You lied,” she whispered, “I loved you, and you lied. Where are you now, Enver? Where are you?”
Padme stacked the books up on the cart and pushed them to the far end of the bookstore. She’d been taken on by the kind and sweet owner, Beth, as a favor. “For as long as you need, honey,” the older woman said. Beth was a friend of Severin’s, so Padme knew her mother had something to do with her getting this job. It suited her; short hours – she still couldn’t stand up for long periods, but the sedate quietude of the place relaxed her, and lately, Beth had given her more responsibility. It was tempting to sit and read all day, as she had during her recovery – that way she could focus on the story rather than obsess over Enver.
She had finally stopped going to Henry. She knew it was pointless and with Dale helping her, she felt like she was doing something. But they hadn’t made any headway – Enver was in the wind.
“Excuse me?”
Padme turned to see a tall man, good-looking, impeccably dressed standing behind her.
“Can I help you?” She forced a smile onto her face.
He smiled down at her, almost arrogantly, and Padme felt her skin prickle with irritation.
“I hope you can, Padme. Hello,” he held out his hand to her, “I’m Frederick Ingles.”
Padme felt ice in her veins. She shot a panicked look at Beth, who was talking to another customer at the front of the store. She looked back at Ingles. “If you’re going to kill me, take me somewhere else and do it. Don’t hurt anyone else, please. I’ll come with you, I won’t make a fuss.”
Frederick Ingles threw his head back and laughed loudly, garnering the attention of everyone in the bookstore. Padme could feel the panic rising in her throat.
“Please.” She hissed at him, but he shook his head.
“Why on Earth would I kill you, my dear Padme? You misunderstand my visit. I merely came to ask you if you would be so kind to join me for lunch. We can take a cab or even walk to the small coffeehouse down the block if you feel uncomfortable. I simply want to talk to you.”
Padme shot Beth another look, but her boss was still chatting away happily. She looked back at the man in front of her.
“Fine, just…I get off in ten minutes. Wait at the coffeehouse, I’ll be there.”
Frederick smiled but it did not reach his eyes. “Make sure you’re there, Padme.” He reached out and stroked a finger down her cheek. “So beautiful. I can see why he loved you.”
Loved. God, the pain was almost overwhelming. Padme watched Frederick Ingles walk out of the store and head down to the coffeeshop. What the hell did he want? To torment her before he killed her? To tell her Enver was dead?
Bastard. Padme pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called Dale. He warned her against keeping the meeting. “Please, Pad, don’t go.”
“I can’t,” she says, “I have to – I’m scared he’ll do something to someone I love.”
She heard Dale hiss down the phone in frustration. “God, Pad, look, I’m coming by. Don’t worry, I won’t make myself obvious unless you need me. I’ll check out who he’s got watching you.”
Padme felt her shoulders slump in relief. “Thanks, D, I appreciate it.”
Ten minutes later, she said goodbye to Beth and walked slowly to the coffeehouse, her heart thumping. She saw him sitting at a table outside and cautiously approached him. Frederick Ingles looked up and smiled, rising to draw out a chair for her.
“Thank you,” she said stiffly, leaning her cane against the table. Frederick frowned at it.
“You are still in pain from the shooting.”
She nodded. “Yes, from when I was shot by your stooge.”
Frederick half-smiled. “Brian Dedalus did not work for me, Padme. I did not order your shooting.”
“Just Enver’s?”
“No. I would not have been stupid enough to pull a stunt like that. And if I had wanted you dead, beautiful one, I would have done it myself.”
He met her gaze with dead eyes, and she shivered. This man was a true psychopath. “What about Chaley? Why did you kill her?”
Frederick shrugged. “To send a message. And, of course, because it was fun.”
Anger flashed through her. “You bastard. She was only a kid, and you butchered her for fun? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“My dear Padme, under the table, I have a .22 with a silencer in my left hand, and it is aimed at your belly right now so I wouldn’t make me angry. I would hate to add to your pain.” Frederick gave her the smile of a besotted lover.
He is insane. Padme closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “What do you want from me, Ingles? If you’ve come to ask me where Enver is, you’re out of luck. I don’t know. I’ve been trying to find him for six months.”
“Ah, but you don’t have the resources I do. No, Padme, I just want to know about every single second you spent in Toscano’s company. Every single detail,” he leered now, “Even down to how he fucked you, how his cock felt in your cunt…”
“Stop.” Padme felt sick, but she raised her chin and stared back at him. “And if I don’t tell you?”
“Then there will be a bullet for every single person you know and love. Your friend Severin – I hear she is the woman you consider your mother. The chef, Malhotra…both her, her lovely sister and their husbands. Your friends at the F.B.I. Your partner. And then, of course, you, beautiful Padme. No quick bullet for you, but a long, slow death at the end of my knife.”
Padme felt as if she were having an out-of-body experience. “Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
“Because I want Toscano.” Frederick dropped all pretense of friendliness. “Make no mistake, Ms. Kaur, when I find him, I will end him. And then I will come back for you. It’s simple, the more you tell me, the longer you live.”
“But you’ll kill me anyway.”
“Yes. Like I said, it’ll be fun.” He drained his coffee and stood, and she saw him tuck his weapon back into his waistband. He was elegantly dressed, expensively too. If you saw him, you might even think he was handsome and desirable, Padme thought, but underneath that mask, he is pure evil. He looked down at her then suddenly bent his head and kissed her roughly on the mouth. She jerked away from him, sickened. Ingles laughed. “Yes, it will be fun, darling one. I might even fuck you before I kill you. I’ll be in touch.”
And he was gone.
Padme was trembling violently, unable to move from her seat. She wanted to scream and cry at the humiliation of it all, the horror, but she was frozen. She felt arms wrap around her and Dale’s warm, comforting presence. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m going to take you home now.”
She couldn’t remember the journey back to her apartment. Dale tucked her into the couch then brought a blanket to wrap around her. Making her some hot tea, he waited while she told him everything Ingles had said to her. Dale stood, angry, and paced the room.
“Fucker. Cocksucking motherfucker,” he said, and Padme nodded.
“He exudes evil,” she said softly. “I’ve been around some bad people, but nothing like him. He’s not even human.”
Dale sat next to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “I won’t let him hurt you.”
But Padme was beyond being comforted. Enver was gone. The only positive thing was that Ingles had confirmed he was still alive. Except…
That meant Enver was alive and didn’t want her. She felt sick.
“Maybe you should use that money Enver left you and disappear.”
Padme looked up at Dale. “But I can’t hide Severin, or Harpa, or any of you away. Why should you all have to leave your lives for this asshole?”
Dale hissed in frustration. “Fuck.”
Padme sighed and leaned against him. “I have no idea what to do now, Dale. None.”
And he didn’t have an answer for her.
Frederick Ingles went back to his hotel and waved his assistant away. He wanted to be alone now, to savor his conversation with Padme Kaur. Christ, she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, and his bloodlust was as rampant as his cock, his hard-on pressing tightly against his pants.
He stripped and went to the shower, fisting the root of his cock, then as the hot water sprayed down on him, he masturbated, thinking of her creamy dusky skin, her large brown eyes, her full breast. He had to admit it – Enver Toscano had good taste. He, Frederick, would sample what she had to offer before he killed her. As he came, he wondered if he should keep her alive, keep her with him as his toy. He could always end her if he grew tired of her. He knew she wouldn’t come willingly – that just made it sound more appealing.
Frederick came hard, shooting his seed into the drain and grunting. Yes, he decided, panting for air, he would make Padme Kaur his own personal sex toy.
It would make her eventual murder more...fun.
One week later, and Padme hadn’t heard anything from Ingles. She was cooking a late supper for Severin, who sat at her kitchen counter watching her adoptive daughter. Severin was watching Padme as she moved with obvious pain around her small kitchen.
“Girl, sit down before you fall down. Here, let Momma do that,” she took the pan of pasta from Padme and dumped the contents into the strainer. Padme perched on the stool gratefully, rubbing her right leg.
“It is getting better, Mom. The physio told me today I was making great progress.”
“Physically, maybe, but mentally…don’t give me that look, young lady, I can see it in your eyes.”
Padme shrugged and looked away from the mother’s penetrating gaze. She could never hide things for long from Severin - although she had kept Frederick Ingles’ threats to herself. Every day since the meeting, she said to herself incredulously, “I’m going to be murdered soon.”. She still couldn’t believe this was her
life. The love of her life gone and a psychopath calmly telling her she was going to die violently.
Severin had divided the paste into bowls and handed one to Padme. “Eat all of that, Padme. You need to put on some weight.”
Padme had no appetite at first, but as soon as she bit down on the first piece, she realized she was ravenous. She finished her pasta and went back for seconds to Severin’s approval. Padme snagged a carton of orange juice from the fridge, offering some to Severin who shook her head.
“No, thanks, darling. Now, after you finished that, I’m going to do the dishes. You go sit in the living room, I’ll be in a moment.”
Padme did as she was told and curled into the couch. The pasta carbs were making her feel so tired, and she closed her eyes. So tired…so tired…
“Padme. Padme. Padme, open your eyes.”
God, leave me alone, I just want to sleep.
“Padme, I know you’re waking up, open your eyes, please.”
The voice was unfamiliar. Padme frowned and opened her eyes. Her throat was sore, painful, and now she could see she was in the emergency room. Severin, her usually stoic face wracked with despair, tear-stained, stood by her bed. She clutched at Padme’s hand.
“Darling? Oh, thank god.”
“What’s going on?” Padme managed to croak before a fit of coughing took her voice. Severin looked at the doctor who nodded, then she helped Padme sip some cold water. Padme drank, feeling immediate relief. “Why am I here?”
The doctor and Severin exchanged a glance. “Sweetheart,” her mother said, “they had to pump your stomach. Darling…why did you take all those pills? Why…?” She broke off, distressed and Padme reached for her.
“Mom, I never took any pills, what are you talking about?”
“I couldn’t wake you. They had to pump your stomach, but you had already digested them. You’ve been out for a long time.”
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