The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty)

by King, Ann

  “Are you relaxed now?” he breathed into her neck as he reached under her silk gown and stroked her hard, round nipple. She tingled with delight at his erotic touch, moaning as she tilted her head back.

  “I love surprises, don’t you?” he whispered in her ears.

  “Oh, Andre, yes,” she murmured.

  “I’m going to place this silk scarf around your head,” he continued.

  Before long she was blindfolded with the cool smooth fabric of the scarf.

  “Do you trust me?” he murmured.

  She nodded before answering. “I’ve always trusted you, Andre,” she whispered, breathlessly awaiting, anticipating what was to come next.

  “Good,” he said in a low, silky voice that sent shivers of delight through her body.

  She felt his hot breath on her neck, and inhaled the sweet aroma of his cologne. Her senses were more heightened now that she was blindfolded. She was acutely aware of everything. She felt her inner thighs pulsing in anticipation. Then she felt Andre’s lips brush over her sensitive nipples as he laid her flat on the bed. His soft lips then caressed her neck. He was enjoying the exploration of her body again. She enjoyed the soft erotic touch of his hot wet tongue.

  “Don’t think, Hannah. Just enjoy,” he instructed in a seductive voice. God, she was loving this. She felt as if she were in another world. She heard Andre undressing as he breathed hard. Her sex pulsed imagining his firm abs and sexy ripped body naked. His manhood long and ready for her. Her own breathing quickened. All of a sudden as if he’d placed her into some sweet hypnotic state, she didn’t feel as if she had a care in the world. All that mattered was here and now. Andre and Hannah. In their own erotic world. She pictured his dark, sexy eyes glowing with a savage inner fire. The thoughts of his strong, smooth hands over her body again caused her pussy to throb with want and need.

  Damn you, Andre! Don’t keep me hanging on. I need you now. Inside me, now.

  Was he making her wait? Until she was completely so aroused that she would be on the brink of exploding if he didn’t move inside her? She licked her lips in anticipation. Andre was in control now. And she delighted in that. Having someone else in charge for a change was a luxury.

  Andre then gently kissed her arms and in the inner part of her elbow making her arch her back with pleasure.

  Holy cow! Did he know all the pleasure points in her body or what?

  She thought to herself, a lover like Andre had to have studied how to pleasure a woman in a million ways, each time feeling as if she’d tasted him for the first time. Sex with Andre was a thrill every single time. Her toes curled as he continued to twirl his hot, moist tongue on her pleasure spots. She groaned with pleasure not knowing where he would pleasure her next.

  Then she felt him place a silky cool fabric over her wrists. He was bounding her.

  “Are you okay, baby?” he moaned into her lips as he slid his tongue inside her parted lips. She was quivering with anticipation now.

  She nodded, as if in a sexual sedation. She licked her lips and heard the sound of his groan of pleasure. He loved that, didn’t he?

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Hannah?”

  “Yes, Andre.”

  “Do want me, baby?”

  “Yes, oh, yes, Andre.”

  Before long she lay flat out on the bed, her wrists gently bound and the fabric tied to each of the bedposts above her head. Her legs were spread open and she felt the coolness of the air sweep past her soft pubic hairs and swollen folds. She felt moisture pool between her thighs. She imagined Andre’s eyes seducing her body as he enjoyed the full exposure of her nakedness.

  Then Andre’s sweet lips caressed and pleasured her erect nipple as he stroked her other nipple with his finger. She arched her back and moaned wondering where his lips would go now. The instrumental version of Your Love played now in the background as Andre’s warm kisses recaptured her body. The touch of his lips was a delicious sensation, especially since she was blindfolded. She thought she wouldn’t be able to contain herself much longer without coming.

  Her lips were still warm and moist from his tender kiss and the aroma of his cologne pulled her closer to him. Andre’s strong hands slid over her body as if admiring a sculpture, a piece of art he then lowered his lips to her naval and sucked on it as he slid lower down to her sex. He pressed his lips over her swollen folds and before long he slid his tongue between her folds parting them as he sucked and drank in her sweetness. Hannah groaned out loud with intense pleasure.

  God, this man really knew how to please her in so many crazy ways.

  She writhed under his touch and felt more moisture pooling between her thighs as he devoured her pussy between his hot wet lips while he thrust his tongue back and forth. Soon Hannah came with a violent shudder to his low groans of satisfaction. Then as if she couldn’t be pleasured any more, she felt a cold, hard tingling sensation between her folds.

  Holy crap!

  It was some sort of vibrating toy. A dildo she guessed. But it vibrated as he pushed it inside her. The smooth device also had another side to it that caressed her anus at the same time.

  “Oh,” Hannah moaned, overcome with erotic pleasure.

  “Do you like that, baby?” Andre’s voice was so hoarse she hardly recognized it.

  “Mmm,” she groaned, licking her lips wanting him inside her. She groaned and cried with pleasure as the mystery device made her come again arching her back and screaming out in ecstasy. She couldn’t wait to take off the blindfold to find out what sexy toy had invaded her so sweetly.

  Breathing and panting, Andre lifted the blindfold off Hannah and pressed his lips to hers. She could taste the sweetness of her own juices on his lips and sucked and licked it off as he groaned inside her lips.

  “Oh, Hannah,” he moaned.

  She could feel the hardness of his erection on her belly wanting him inside her now. Her pussy was throbbing, soaked and hot. Ready for Andre so slide inside her tightness.

  “Andre, I love you so much,” Hannah murmured breathless.

  A wicked grin touched his wet lips as he drank in her beauty, admiring her. He placed the device over on the side table, a double dildo of some sort. Smooth, black and sexy device. She wondered what other kinky toys he had in his toy box.

  “You ready for more?” he groaned as he kissed her neck, sucking on her soft skin with low groans of pleasure.

  “Mmm, please, baby, yes,” she moaned.

  He slowly untied her wrists, his eyes fixed on hers. A look of satisfaction twinkled in his dark, sexy eyes as he opened the condom package and rolled the condom on. She had wanted to suck on his dick first but she could tell by the look in his eyes, he was ready to fuck and fuck hard.

  He lowered his head to hers again, kissing her, holding her body firmly as he moved his hips and pushed himself inside her. His hard, throbbing cock slid in between the swollen folds of her wet, pulsing sex and Hannah cried out in pleasure as his wicked manhood gratified her.

  Thrusting back and forth, harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping skin drowned out the ballad playing softly in the background to be replaced by sounds of groans of pleasure. Raw pleasure. She ran her hands down his muscled back, digging her fingers into his flesh as he continued to fuck her bringing her to orgasm once again. Soon after Andre came hard with a spasm. He collapsed on top of her, his heart beating hard and fast in his chest. Hannah sucked on his neck and slid her hands down his lower back and squeezed his firm butt.

  “Oh, God, Andre,” she murmured. “I love you so much. You have no idea,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Mmm…Love you, too, Hannah,” he moaned. He then lifted his head to face her and pressed his lips against hers once more, his hot tongue playing with hers.

  In the dim lit room, they lay on the bed. And everything seemed perfect. At least for now.

  Chapter 6

  The beautiful sunrise shone through the window in the bedroom waking Hannah up. She reached over with a s
mile imprinted on her face from the memory of last night’s crazy lovemaking with Andre. Something they hadn’t done for a while with all the tension from the past week.

  The side of the bed where Andre slept was empty. Only the scent of his sex and his cologne lingered in the air. She pulled herself up and looked around the grand suite. He wasn’t in the bathroom, the door was open and she didn’t hear a sound. She heard muffled sounds beyond the main door to the bedroom though. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was six o’clock in the morning.

  Andre was up early.

  She got up out of the bed and put on her silk robe, smoothing down her hair quickly. Panic rose in her chest. She just sensed something was wrong. She didn’t know what it was but she’d just felt something in her gut. In her soul.

  “Andre,” she called out as she left the room and walked down the corridor of the penthouse.

  She found Andre in the kitchen area, leaning against the marbled counter, his face looked dangerous, dark. He was on his cell phone speaking with someone. She wondered who the person on the other end of the phone was.

  “Andre,” she said again softly. He did not turn around.

  Later he heaved a sigh and threw the phone down on the counter, his lips pinched, he glanced up as if wondering what to say next.

  “We’ve confirmed the source who had us filmed at the hotel.” His voice was low and cold.

  Hannah felt her heart pump hard and fast in her chest.

  Was she really ready for identity of the culprit?

  “Who was it?” she heard herself ask. She felt her heart thundering hard and fast in her throat. She seated herself around the breakfast table as if to steady her nerves and soon realized that her left leg was shaking nervously. She stopped herself hoping that Andre wouldn’t have noticed. The last time she’d done that nervous shake was years ago when her mother was diagnosed with MS and she thought she would have lost her then.

  “Don’t you want to have breakfast first?” he answered, picking up his iPad from the counter.

  “No,” Hannah shouted to Andre’s surprise. “I’m sorry, I’m just…”

  “Nervous?” He cocked a brow as his eyes were drawn to her shaking leg.

  She looked down at her leg and stopped immediately. She then got up and walked over to the window then paced back to the counter.

  She thought she was going to go mad if Andre didn’t tell her soon. But she also thought she’d go insane when she found out who was trying to ruin her life.

  “Well,” he continued, scrolling down his iPad. Hannah became quickly annoyed by his divided attention.

  “Andre, will you put that down and look at me?” Hannah shrieked.

  “You need to control your emotions much better than that, dear.”

  “Don’t tell me how to…”

  “The credit card details came up with Donald Clive Steeles Peterson.”

  Hannah’s jaw fell open. She felt the air sucked out of her lungs.

  “What?” she finally uttered, incredulously.

  “You heard me,” he said, typing something on his iPad. Was he typing an email to send instructions out to his men?

  Hannah felt dazed, her head spun. “That’s impossible, Andre. Why would…?”

  “You know who had access to all his credit cards, black cards and secret accounts, don’t you?”

  “Jessica!” Hannah’s throat burned just to say her name. “Jessica! She was behind all this? But…but why? No…I don’t believe this. Are you sure? Are your sources sure?”

  At that point, Andre looked up from his iPad and placed it down, his dark, sexy eyes still fixed on Hannah but this time there was no sparkle in them.

  “Don’t you think I would have confirmed the information first hand before letting you know?” he spoke softly and cold. His words chilled Hannah’s spine.

  Hannah collapsed on the chair she was seated on earlier, dazed. Anger seeped inside her. A hot wave of fury coursed through her veins. She pinched her lips and shook her head. The look of disgust plastered on her face. She thought of Jessica viewing a tape of her and Andre and God knew what else.

  “I told you it was a lover’s rage.”

  “What?” Hannah looked up, more puzzled than before. What the hell was Andre talking about? “Are you insinuating that Jessica and I…?”

  “No. I’m telling you.”

  “Huh? Now wait a minute…!”

  “You didn’t know this but Jessica had a little crush on you when you were younger.”

  She’d thought of Jessica in her wild teen years partying and doing all sorts of rebellious stuff. She’d had quite a few boyfriends visiting the mansion…but girls?

  “Andre, none of this is making any sense to me,” she answered with an air of disbelief.

  “Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, my dear. Remember that?”

  “Why?”

  “You remember a party that was given at the mansion for Jessica?” Andre said, pouring a glass of distilled water for Hannah. She shook her head refusing. Her mouth felt too closed up to drink anything right now. Andre held the glass in his hand.

  “Well, she had many of them, but…” Hannah stopped cold. A memory seeped into her mind.

  “Oh, no.” It must have been Jessica’s massive seventeenth birthday bash. Jessica was drunk as a skunk and saying all kinds of things. Then one of her friends videotaped Jessica as she thanked everyone who came to the party and that was when it happened.

  “I see you remember now,” Andre spoke out, bringing the glass of water to his lips. His eyes still fixed on Hannah.

  She nodded. “But why? I didn’t think anything of it. I mean it was a mistake.”

  “Well, she went to kiss you and you turned your head away in disgust. It was captured on video and shown to Jessica later. Jessica was shamed and humiliated in front of all her friends.”

  Hannah hunched her back in the chair, she had a sick sinking feeling in her gut. “And everyone burst out laughing—at Jessica.”

  “Right.”

  “Good God! How could she have held a grudge from that?”

  “You’d be surprised, my dear. Not everyone is as balanced as you and I to move on after such humiliating rejection.”

  “Ha! Like you’ve ever been rejected.”

  “I was.”

  “By whom?” she said, sounding dubious.

  “By you,” he whispered.

  Hannah froze. “What?” she murmured quietly.

  “It was nothing, Hannah. I told you that I tried to keep my distance from you and didn’t want to spoil what we had. Well, that’s true. But it’s also true that I was trying to flirt with you and you totally ignored me. That’s early when we met. No other girl had ignored my charm before. That’s when I knew you were different.”

  “Oh?” What else could Hannah say to that?

  “Anyway, we’re not talking about that. I’ve spoken to Jessica and she knows by my tone of voice, I mean business.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “She’s to hand over any recording of you in the hotel and if this appears anywhere online. She knows what will happen to her.”

  “What will happen to her?”

  “That’s not for you to worry about, my dear. Jessica just wanted to get even with you and play a prank by having an embarrassing recording of you having sex, just as there is an embarrassing video still online of that passionate kiss she tried to plant on your lips…and the roar of laughter in the background when you spun your head around in disgust. Someone had uploaded it on YouTube some time ago.”

  Hannah felt sick to her stomach. She felt a pang of sorrow for Jessica—which surprised her. She sighed deeply. Still, how could she feel safe knowing there was a sex tape of her that could surface sometime in the future? What reassurance did she really have from Jessica? Okay, so Jessica feared Andre and his connections and Andre probably had something over Jessica but what if something happened to Andre later in the future, God forbid?


  Stop it, Hannah! Stop all the drama and worrying about what could happen and focus on what is happening now. Worrying is not going to let it go away.

  “So what about the other bugs found? You said that someone had me under surveillance? Someone other than Jessica? The person who wanted to kill me?” she sounded more defeated than she had intended to. This was all too much for her too soon.

  “Someone did try to kill you, my dear. The bottle of champagne that was delivered to your honeymoon suite had a pin hole on the top of the cork. I had placed the champagne bottle back in its bottle holder, if you can remember, under the pretence that you already had a bottle opened on your table so we won’t need that one. But later I had it sent to the lab. It had been poisoned. That had nothing to do with Jessica. It was an entirely different plot. And somehow, Gustav knew about that.”

  “Poisoned? Gustav? Why would that creep have anything with the surveillance? Why would he want to…to kill me?” her voice trailed off. Hannah’s breath quickened, she was dazed, confused. Lost.

  “Well,” Andre breathed, “it took me a while to check things through but…” Andre’s cellphone buzzed and he reached over to answer it.

  Hannah hugged herself and walked over to the window trying to take in the beautiful panoramic view of the penthouse overlooking the breathtaking Toronto Skyline and the blueness of the lake. She saw other tall glass condominium buildings close by and some yachts on the lake. The sun beamed brightly. Too bad she was feeling dark and cold inside right now.

  “Listen, I will be back. Don’t leave until I return. Later we’ll be heading back to New York.” Andre stroked her chin with his finger and she felt herself quiver. Ooh, his touch was electric, even at a time like this.

  “Okay,” she whispered. She knew better than to question Andre now. He had already told her that he would give her information on an as needed basis. Nothing more.

  She just had to trust him.

  And that, she did.