CAPTURE — Wrecked Innocent (The Billionaires Club Book 5)

by Q. Zayne

  The fucker. Fuck him. All I had to do was get to the boat. Then I’d get the hell out of Gabe’s world and back to my own.

  I forced myself to slow down and move with care. It would be a waste to get caught now, so close to the end of the ordeal. My legs felt shaky and I had to keep wiping my eyes. What kind of man pressured a shipwrecked girl into becoming a prostitute, human prey in a hunting game that included shooting and fucking and more shooting, the male kind? I consented, though. But I’d been through an ordeal, my judgment was off.

  I recognized the muddy place beside the creek where I thought I’d have to sleep. I remembered Gabe’s low voice, that incandescent first sight of him, the sun on his magnificent body with his worn jeans hanging low on his hips, those sweet, delicious indentations his muscles made that led to his happy place.

  I couldn’t think straight.

  Yet as much as I didn’t want to admit it, the whole thing excited me. The game got me hotter than I’d ever been in my life — even Gabe skull-fucking me while I knelt in the dirt at his feet. Up to the part when he discarded me.

  I slipped into the creek so I could move without leaving a trail. I tingled in my panties at the thought of getting caught. No, no, no. Just get to the boat.

  The sound of a dog baying shocked the birds to silence, the rising and falling cry mimicked a hunting dog but came from the throat of a man. One of them might know where I was. My heart raced and I moved faster, pushing vines away and ducking through thick growth near the bank. The creek masked my sounds. Adrenaline worked well for insulating me from horror. I heard the hunters in the distance baying in reply and my heart pounded like a rabbit’s.

  I reached the beach and crouched in the huge fang rocks next to The Chameleon. The sight of sunlight through her gashed hull made my belly cramp. But I was safe.

  I’d taken Gabe’s advice and explored the island.

  I climbed the jagged rocks and pulled myself up into the cave-like entrance in the cliff face. I crawled into the shadows, several feet from the entrance, and collapsed onto my back. The cool metal soothed my burning muscles.

  I’d used my time well. The drainpipe I rested in was completely out of sight from the jungle above the cliff and from the beach. Fittingly, it looked down on The Chameleon.

  The long shadows extending from the rocks on the beach gave me a sense of relief. Dawn till dusk, Lucas said. My ordeal was almost over.

  The sun dipped low, making its painting along the horizon in golds and pinks. I ran on the soft sand above the tide line. The Amazon was right there. In a minute I’d know if Gabe kept his agreement and programed her to respond to me.

  The stars and the waxing moon gave the dark sky incredible depth. The fang rocks cast their shadows over me. I shivered in my damp tank top. I put on a burst of speed as the moonlight gleamed on the craft’s orchid-striped black body.

  Lucas tackled me. Thick muscled arms pinned my arms to my side and his body drove me into the sand. I recognized his muscles and his scent. He pinned me down with his hand over my mouth. I knew what was coming. He’d told me. He must have enjoyed that, priming me for the fear to come, knowing I didn’t suspect he was a member of the club.

  “Be silent,” he rasped in my ear. “If you make any noise more men will come for you.” He picked me up and took me into a beach cave behind the jagged rocks. At least he wanted to keep me to himself. He grabbed my tank top and ripped it off me. He yanked my shorts and panties off in one fierce grab. I breathed hard and forced myself to let him do what he wanted. He muscled me into position on my belly with my ass raised and mounted me. I shook out of control. I gritted my teeth, knowing what was coming, determined not to make a sound. If I screamed, I could end up with every billionaire on the island fucking me raw.

  His big hands gripped my hips. I panted, unable to move.

  He forced his large cock through my cherry. I clamped my teeth together, screaming without sound. It was so intense I felt heady, like I was going to pass out. Good thing Eustace stretched me. He actually did do it for a reason besides his own abundant gratification. Screams rose in my throat and remained trapped. My muscles cramped. He jabbed it deep, stretching and filling me. Nothing prepared me for what his big black cock felt like rending me.

  He growled low and yanked me toward him, shoving so that he made room inside me, his nappy pubes hitting my ass as he impaled me on his monster dick all the way.

  His hands worked my hips as he thrust, forcing me to fuck him back. He rammed me harder, punishing me with his huge, hard cock. He’d ripped my cherry wide open and stuffed me so deep and wide my eyes kept popping as he slammed all the way up me. His body made slapping and slurping sounds with mine and I smelled his wild sweat.

  I couldn’t think as Lucas pounded me with his cock. My shock was complete. My ally Lucas was my captor. No wonder he was so articulate about the eroticism of force-fucking.

  Shifting his hard grip from my hips, he choked me with his thick, muscled arm and rammed his black cock balls-deep up my pussy. Juice ran down my leg and tears ran down my face. He hammered his huge cock home hard and fast, banging the hell out of me. I clawed the sand, keeping my mouth shut, following the orders to obey.

  He choked me harder, rearing back and biting my neck.

  His cock felt thicker, heavier as he ground it in deep, making me ache, making my belly stick out to give it room. It twitched deep and he shot right into my womb. OMG.

  It pushed me over the edge, big Black Lucas popping me all the way and shooting deep inside me, emptying his big balls into my conquered hole.

  I wanted to moan but I came in silence, exploding in the pleasure of his seed filling me. Lucas.

  His grip on my throat eased and his full, soft lips kissed my burning throat.

  I felt so glad he was my captor. It might have been any of them.

  He smiled and pulled me close into his arms, spooning me where we lay, his thick cock throbbing inside me.

  So broken open. I felt like my pelvis spread wider to take his huge cock and fierce fuck.

  “Good girl, so good. Rest now.” He kissed the nape of my neck, holding me close and warm with his entire body.

  When I woke, he let me relieve myself. After we ate, he pulled out a coil of rope. He smiled and hogtied me.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Silence.”

  I shut up. He slung me over his shoulder and carried me back to camp. Of course, it was part of the show for the billionaires, the mighty hunter returning with his prize. The huge bonfire with a super-sized spit next to it gave me qualms, but guys put the sharp pole through a side of beef instead of through me and I resumed breathing.

  Men in masks raised toasts to Lucas. I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask. I wanted to ask him about it, but not in front of anyone.

  When the sounds of the hunters drinking and talking died down, I had to talk to Lucas. I turned toward him and saw his eyes gleaming in the dark, watching me.

  “I feel super ignorant. I never guessed. I mean, it never occurred to me —.” I flinched. Lucas helped me.

  “You didn’t think I could be a member of the club because I’m Black.”

  I nodded, ashamed. “You’re young, too,” I said, helpfully.

  He laughed. His big hand covered mine.

  “Yeah, The Billionaires Club is a snowdrift, old white men all over the place. But it’s not that kind of exclusive, not based on race, religion, creed, ethnicity and what not. Gabe won’t let it be. Although I’m not expecting him to invite any women to become members. Can you imagine?”

  “Based on the entertainment, you’re probably short of gay guys, too.”

  “Huh. I should point that out to Gabe. He grinned. “That could change things up a lot.”

  “Yeah, I’d like to watch that myself. Maybe get a bunch of your friends to bang Gabe till he cries.” I was still mad about the way he walked off.

  Lucas looked at me, a question on his face that I didn’t want to answer.
I shook my head.

  “Where are you completing your trip?” Lucas squeezed my hand and his warmth went through me, right to that place he’d reached so deep inside me.

  “Santa Cruz, California. That’s where I’m from.”

  “I’ll watch your progress online. And I’ll be there when you dock.” His smile revealed his so-white teeth. He had a smile I’d enjoy seeing for the rest of my life.

  “Good.” I kissed him. Shy, but it felt right.

  He responded with sweetness, as though he had nothing on his mind but kissing me back. I loved him. I already loved him.

  I stood back and eyed him from the top of his neat, nappy head to his big toes. That man would make beautiful babies.

  “Come sleep with me.” He took my hand and led me to his cabin in a secluded cove.

  The place was neat and simple with none of the mansion’s conspicuous wealth. I liked it. I felt comfortable there.

  We took a shower and the pulsating spray helped take away all the hours of strain. As the fear sweat and Gabe sluiced off of me I felt clean again, and whole. Gabe wasn’t for me. It was possible to feel things for people and not give yourself away. I wanted to keep that thought. It felt important.

  Luca got in his crazy quilt covered bed and raised the covers for me. I got in and nestled against his chest. The light quilt felt just right.

  The room had several homemade things in it. I bet he had a family of women who loved him. The reminders of the normal, good world soothed me.

  “We’ll sleep. You must be sore.”

  I nodded against his chest. My pussy still burned. Lucas had a magnificent cock. I still felt it. I felt more than that, deep inside.

  “Lucas?”

  “Yes, my beauty?

  “I think I’m going to have a baby.”

  He gave a low, musical chuckle. “You can tell already?”

  “I feel it. A presence inside me.”

  “Beautiful. Will you marry me so I can be father to that baby?” He placed his big hand over my still-flat belly.

  I stopped breathing. This couldn’t be real. But my heart said yes. My heart yelled yes.

  “Yes, Lucas. Yes, I’ll marry you. Only —”

  “What?”

  “You don’t mind the baby might be Eustace’s?”

  “No, I don’t mind. You don’t think I’m worried I won’t be making babies in you?”

  “Oh. No. Guess I’m not worried about that.”

  “Good. Because my big black cock’s going to have you forgetting that white doctor ever stuck his inside you.”

  “He only put the tip inside.” I figured I could tell Lucas, because he was part of the whole secret. And besides, we were joining our lives together. Plus, if I ended up having a white baby out of my before-him virgin body, I sure as hell wasn’t going to lie to Lucas about how that happened!

  “And what did I do to you?”

  “You broke my cherry and fucked me all the way. There’s at least a 50% chance you’re the father of this baby. There’s never been anyone else.”

  His grin spread across his face.

  “You want me girl, for always?” He searched my eyes.

  “I want you, Lucas, for always.”

  His passionate kiss with his sweet lips loving my mouth took my breath away. I kissed him back with all my heart.

  Nine months later I had our first adorable brown baby, a healthy girl. Thanks to cutting-edge cancer treatments that Lucas arranged, Dad’s regained most of his weight and there’s no pain behind his eyes anymore. Only joy, when he holds his new granddaughter in his arms. He has a house down the hill from us at Lucas’ place in Sardinia and looks forward to a ripe old aged filled with grandchildren. He’s dating a nurse he met at the clinic and he’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. So am I.

  I wake up to that true smile Lucas gives me with sunlight spilling over our bed. I say, ‘I’m yours,’ and he says, ‘I’m yours, too.’ I’m in love and it’s deeper than I ever imagined, this strong cord joining our hearts.

  I missed The Chameleon for a long time. It turned out Gabe had a heart. He sent us a clip of the island children learning to sail her. He patched her up and said I can have her back any time I want. But seeing the radiant smiles of the kids as they let out her sails, I think she’s found a new home. My new boat, The Amazon, will always remind me that my kids have a mom who’s a warrior, who puts love first, no matter what’s at stake. No one has any way to shame me. We’re all bodies.

  Thanks to my shipwreck, I’m spending every day with the love of my life. And I’m the world’s record holder for fastest solo sailing trip around the world. I plan to defend my title till I die. I couldn’t have planned a better life if I’d had a lot more years to plot it.

  The End

  Excerpt: OWNED

  It was over. I ran out of the night club and down the sidewalk. I slipped in a puddle in my high dancing heels and pinwheeled my arms to keep from falling. A guy holding a newspaper over his head against the downpour elbowed past and knocked me against the wall. The rain soaked my red mini dress and plastered my gold hair down my back. Blinded by tears, I groped along the wall, feeling for a doorway to duck into. Pedestrians rushing on their lunch hour almost knocked me over.

  My shift wasn’t over. I never left work before my shift was over. But Frank fired me. I couldn’t believe it.

  My hand gripped something soft and dry; it felt like cashmere. I couldn’t stop in time. I collided with a tall, broad-shouldered man. He reached out and steadied me, with the same care he might use to keep a priceless vase from falling over. A gentleman’s touch, not a creep’s. I’d had a lot of practice telling the difference.

  “Here, share my umbrella. My name is Gabe.” He gave me his arm and led me into the shelter of a hotel’s awning.

  I lowered my face, watching my red patent leather shoes splash along the pavement. Shop lights and the sky reflected from the water. Rain water sluiced down my long, smooth leg over a constellation of small moles by my knee. I tugged at my skirt, it clung tighter and rode up more from being so wet, almost exposing the cheeks of my ass and my thong.

  “I’m Minx.” I’d been using my dancing name so long it came out. Ordinarily, I’d still be on duty, still be Minx. My other name was for college and official papers. This stretch of sidewalk so near the nightclub where I’d been dancing for more than a year was Minx’s world.

  “A pleasure to meet you, Minx.” He had a low, warm voice and his gaze warmed me, too.

  The man handed me a clean handkerchief from inside his fine black suit jacket. I stared at it. I hadn’t known a man to carry a handkerchief since Dad. He was dead. That’s how I’d ended up an erotic dancer. I cried harder, embarrassed to be losing it in front of the handsome stranger. The man had a strong, masculine face, glints of silver in his hair — and even covered in a coat, his physique was impressive.

  “Take your time. I noticed you came out of the club. I was about to go in there.” He gave me a smile. “This is better. Let’s talk here. Are you all right?” His brows furrowed and he looked right into me with bright eyes.

  He looked far too well-off and refined to be seeking converts, so I figured there was no harm in talking. And I had a nodding acquaintance with the hotel’s door man, so it was a safe enough place to take a break from the rain until I decided what to do. What was I going to do? I realized I was still clutching his handkerchief. I dabbed my eyes with it. It came away smeared with mascara and taupe eyeshadow. My face felt too hot. I glanced at him again. He looked like a good man. And sexy as Hell. I didn’t usually spill my guts, but I needed to talk with someone. I was shocked.

  “I just got fired.”

  “What happened?”

  “They fired me for accepting a customer’s proposition.”

  “That’s rough. Seems a funny place to have a morals clause.” He arched a brow.

  His take on it made me smile, but inside, panic demons started work. I was in trouble. Without that da
ncing job, my whole plan for getting my degree might be shot. And I didn’t want the dazzling man to think I was a whore.

  “I’d never done that before. Never. My rent went up. My school fees went up. My textbooks came to $300 for this term. I was desperate. The guy was old and fat, but he seemed nice, like it would be easy to please him. He just wanted a private show and a hand job at his hotel, one of the best hotels in town, so I figured that was safe. He said he’d send a cab for me at the end of the shift. Maybe one of the other dancers overheard and reported me. Prostitution is against the rules. No selling services or items of any kind . Right after I got hired, they canned a girl for selling her panties. Used panties, of course. It’s one of the things men like. She danced in them and sent them to the customer via one of the club’s runners, who took a cut for his service. And also got fired. Probably there are hidden cams all over the place. So, I knew the risks, but I had to have the money. If I didn’t pay my rent, I’d lose my room and I had no place to go. My room’s a rat hole in the Tenderloin, but it beats ending up on the street.”

  “I understand.”

  He looked at me with such gorgeous blue-green eyes, with no judgment whatsoever. My embarrassment ebbed away, I felt absolved, like the good stuff I hoped for from religion when I was a kid but never got.

  “Thanks.” I looked at raindrops making round splashes in the puddles beyond the awning’s shelter. People hurried by, all the downtown workers rushing through the shortest hour of the work day.

  “How did you end up as a dancer, if you don’t mind my asking?” He didn’t stare at me, just glanced out at the crowd as though he was content to pass the time in the rain people watching.

  I liked him. I didn’t want him to go away. Once I stopped talking, I’d have to figure out what to do about the mess I’d just made of my life — alone in San Francisco with no family, no savings, and the prospect of losing my home. I talked.