Leave Me Breathless: The Black Rose Collection

by Dakota Willink

  “That’s it, little girl. You’re so eager…your mouth was made for sucking my cock.”

  “I bet that virgin cunt is so goddamn tight. And after I take your pussy, I’ll claim that ass of yours.”

  His cock flares and pulsates, carving into my cheek as he says this, the taste of him getting stronger as my saliva coats and lathers him each time he slides in and out.

  I ache so badly, my nerves fluttering maniacally like a crazed flock of butterflies, desperate to be touched. I moan my discontent around the head of his dick, the vibration seemingly having an unintended effect on Faron.

  Suddenly, his grip tightens, as he surges forward, pumping so deep that once again it chokes me, leaving me gasping for breath as thick ribbons of hot cum run down my throat. I keep swallowing, working my throat against the pressing of his head, as his deliciously dirty words praise me for my very actions.

  “Fuck, you’re so good. You’re taking every drop of my seed like a good little girl. I can’t wait to cum inside your sweet little pussy.”

  Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, painfully pricking at the surface of my skin. When he finally pulls out, the remnants of his release and my own spittle run down my chin. My clit throbs, nipples peaked hard and achey, and my pussy is in dire need of being filled.

  While my walls have never clutched a cock inside before, my womb feels depleted and empty, vacantly spasming for his cock to take up residence inside.

  For a moment Faron simply lays his head back against the chair, lounging leisurely before fitting his semi-hard cock back into his pants and zipping up. His expression is indiscernible. I slowly rise to my feet, pushing up with my hands on his thighs and shift awkwardly between them, wondering what comes next.

  I’m uncertain of the protocol. Will I be dismissed, as he did with that woman at the club last night? Will he return to work, leaving me alone? And more importantly, after the news of my father’s murder, am I still considered his captive, or will I be set free?

  “You look like you want to say something, Gemma. What is it?”

  His tone is effectually back to all business. Had he not been praising me earlier, I might assume my skills in giving head don’t meet his standards and leave something to be desired.

  But the twitch of his eyebrow tells me he enjoyed everything I did, and I pleased him very much. Which oddly, makes me proud.

  Reaching for the Bellini poured earlier for me, I take a drink, the sweet peachy goodness and bubbles mixing flavorfully on my tongue and washing away his essence. I inhale a fortifying breath, noticing how his own breath has already returned to normal.

  “What are your plans with me now?”

  He lifts the dark eyebrow in a seductive question mark. “I thought I’d made myself clear. I plan to fuck you until your too sore to move.”

  My mouth forms in the shape of an O, my cheeks pinking in an involuntary blush.

  “Besides that,” I giggle, waving a hand in the air. “You mentioned you have a job for me to do for you. What is it? And afterwards, am I going home?”

  The corners of his lips curve into a seductive smile, the contrast so great between the white of his teeth against the dark stubble over his lips and jawline.

  “My eager little girl,” he smirks, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip, dipping it into the indentation to open my mouth. “You’re going to use this pretty mouth of yours and these exquisitely gifted hands to steal something very valuable for us.”

  I jerk my head back. “What is it?”

  Faron runs his tongue over his teeth. “We’ll discuss the details later. In the meantime, I need to handle some business at the shop. I’ve arranged for a gown to be delivered and Serene will pack you an overnight bag for Paris. I trust you’ll have everything you need, but if there’s something you’d like, just let her know.”

  He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out my phone, handing it to me as he stands to leave.

  “Feel free to call whoever you need to begin making arrangements for your dad.” I grasp the phone between my fingers, but he keeps it secured in his, the action jerking me forward on the balls of my feet, so I fall into his chest. I readjust as he gives me a stern warning.

  “Just remember, Gemma. Until you fulfill your end of the bargain, you’re not free to go. Don’t even think about conning me like Mudd did. It would not be in your best interest.”

  A sudden anger washes over me, a flood of emotion that wells up and churns in my belly. Perhaps it’s from the news of my father’s death, or the fact that I just did something so intimate with Faron, that his lecture feels like a slap in the face.

  In fact, it’s riled me up so much, that I can’t control myself when I shove him in the chest.

  “How dare you? How could you even think that after what we just did. After what I just did.”

  He lifts an eyebrow, cynicism oozing from his expression and tone.

  “Gemma, I don’t confuse sex with business. It’s best you learn that early, too. Just because you can use your mouth to get me off doesn’t mean I’ll trust the words of a thief and a con artist.”

  I huff bitterly and brush past him toward the house, my shoulder bumping his with a harsh, satisfying jolt.

  There’s a part of me that wants to prove him wrong and make him eat his words, but what good would it do? From the sounds of it, he’ll never trust me.

  “I may be a thief, but I am not a liar. And I’ve never broken my promises.”

  16

  The train ride to Paris is relatively quiet, the four of us silently contemplating tonight’s event and the plans that have been made to extract the intended article.

  When Faron had returned from his office, he sat down and explained the objective for tonight and how I would be used in order to achieve the desired outcome.

  Since I haven’t been able to come through for them with the real diamond, they’re putting my useful skills in thievery to good use for their own purposes.

  There are documents, apparently very valuable documents, that they need to acquire linking to some stolen property that man named Casper has in his possession. They were very selective in the information they shared with me, however, seeing as they still don’t trust me.

  And honestly, I was still mad at Faron and chose not to ask questions or inquire any further. I would do as I was told and play the part he needed me to play like an obedient little girl. But I wasn’t going to invest myself any more than I had to.

  The high-speed train zooms past the landscape that is highlighted only by the light of the moon. Adrenaline spikes through my veins the closer we get to our destination, and maybe some excitement, too.

  While Roman and West sit in the First-Class carriage row in front of us, Faron sits next to me in his tux looking very Mad Men-esque. I glance down at my attire, the gold silk dress stylishly draping over my body, hugging my waist, and flowing down to my feet that cover my expensive Italian heels.

  “Gemma,” Faron leans over the armrest between us. I breathe in and inhale the scent of his cologne mixing with the whisky he’d been sipping, my hormones shifting into overdrive. “You look divine. Like a golden goddess. I’m honored to have you at my side tonight.”

  It’s not an apology, per se, but it sure does give me tingles in all the right places. No one has ever complimented me before. I’ve only been on the receiving end of insults and jabs about my appearance, never looked at as anything but an object.

  My big tits made me slutty. My ass sway made me look like a paid prostitute. The bow of my mouth looked like I sucked cock for a living.

  Never was there anything positive. So even though they aren’t the words, “I’m sorry,” it’s still enough to fill me with hope. A gratitude that Faron takes notice of me and showers me with appreciation and affection.

  “Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself tonight, too.”

  His hand rests on the armrest, palm up, extending it to me in a peace offering. I slip my fingers through his, relishi
ng in the warmth and texture of his protective grip.

  Winking mischievously, he tips head to my ear, breath warm and scintillating. “Can I tell you a secret?”

  He emphasizes the question with a suctioning kiss on my earlobe, producing delicious and scandalizing goosebumps down my bare arms. He slips the other hand around the side of my neck, cupping the sensitive flesh and drawing me closer to him.

  “Mmm-hmm,” I purr, delighting in his touch. “I like secrets.”

  “That night you came into The Edge, and I saw you for the first time - it felt like I was watching a burst of stardust explode across the room. You were so ethereal and glowed so bright. You outshined everyone else around you. I wanted you then and I want you even more so now.”

  I dip my eyes shyly, embarrassed to share my own guilty admission about what I thought of him. But he covers his lips with mine, preventing me from saying anything in return. The kiss turns rough and hungry, his tongue plunging into my mouth, exploring me greedily. Bolts of arousal zing through my limbs, my nipples tightening, poking uncomfortably sharp against the material of the sheath dress.

  If the conductor walked by right now, he’d likely ask us to get a room, which wouldn’t be a bad idea, because just one kiss has my body heating with need. I grow desperate for him quickly, needing more a kiss on my lips. I need his kiss to explore my entire body. For our bodies to collide with such force that the only way we can be any closer is if his engorged cock pushes violently inside me, ripping my virginity to shreds and claiming me as his.

  Faron slowly peels himself away, the heat of the kiss lingering on my lips and tongue. His fingertips skim my neck and my jawline before he reluctantly drops his hand onto his lap, inches from the very evident bulge in his trousers. My eyes veer down to his groin and then back to his face.

  I’m sure my thoughts are evident across my face, as his reflection in the glass proves it with the slight pull at the corners of his lips. His profile is elegant and handsome but appears conflicted.

  “What’s the matter?” I ask, pressing my breasts into his side, in search of his warmth and affection. It’s like a drug, and now that I’ve felt the high, I need it often. “Are you worried about tonight? That I won’t come through for you?”

  He shakes his head, expression guarded but not completely shuttered. “I have no doubt you’ll come through.”

  “Then what is it?”

  My nerves take a twisting, looping turn, as fast as this train speeds down the tracks. After tonight, is that it for us? Will I not be of use to him any longer? Will he send me back to Jersey, where I have no real home to go back to?

  Fear, panic and sheer loneliness creep inside my thoughts, a fog covering and weighing me down.

  “It’s nothing for you to worry about. And I’m sorry about my comments earlier. I do trust you, Gemma. And I don’t trust easily.”

  I chuckle sarcastically and flick my chin toward his brothers. “It must be a family trait.”

  Faron smiles a gorgeous, unfiltered smile that would knock me off my feet if I weren’t already sitting down. Normally his smiles are reserved or just downright salacious, but not this one. This smile confirms his genuine love and respect for his brothers. Something I wish I’d had with my brother.

  He lifts a shoulder and interlaces our hands together once again. “What can I say? The business we’re in has great potential for failure and deceit when we rely on others, as you’ve seen. Rome and West are the only ones I literally trust with my life and my business.”

  “I can understand that. I’ve never had reason to trust anyone, either. Certainly not my father or Johno. They’d turn on me in an instant if it meant protecting their own asses. Bastards.”

  He squeezes my hand, skimming lightly over the underside of my wrist, the result shooting flames up my arm, hitting me squarely in my heart.

  This entire trip and exchange haven’t gone according to plan. It was supposed to be an even exchange without any delays or detours. Instead, I’ve been caught in a dangerous game between two powerful men, been held as leverage, and learned that my father has been murdered. All of it has been complicated and messy.

  But tonight, I have the chance to prove to Faron and the Blake brothers that I can turn this thing around and become a valuable asset by proving my worth. I’ll successfully fulfill my end of the bargain by stealing from Casper what they want, eliminating my virginity as the only bargaining chip for my freedom.

  And then I’m free to give it to whomever I choose.

  17

  The party is a lavish scene, with beautiful people all speaking in foreign languages that I don’t understand, as they eat, drink and revel in the most luxurious residence I’ve ever seen before. They certainly don’t have this sort of antique opulence where I live. The Soprano’s house in Jersey’s got nothing on this medieval castle.

  As the four of us enter into the home, we’re patted down and scanned at the door by security. I can feel beads of sweat roll down my back, while one look at Faron shows that this doesn’t faze him one iota.

  Roman and West head off to the bar to get drinks as Faron and I casually mingle and work the room. Once I’ve located the mark, the plan is to create a diversion so I can extract what’s needed to complete the plan.

  In essence, I’m using not only my pick-pocketing skills to pull this off, but also my feminine wiles.

  We make our way through the crowded interior, expensive paintings lining the walls and imported champagne flowing, Faron quietly pointing out my mark for the night. Casper Foquette, which he pronounces with a French roll of the tongue, fokay, is an importer of high-quality merchandise. Although Faron was elusive in describing the product that we would be stealing from him.

  My job is to get close to Casper in any manner that I deem fit, which by my estimation will require some flirting, drinking and playing the drunk bombshell. All the while isolating a key card that will be used by the brothers to break into a locked room.

  Roman returns from the bar with two drinks, handing them to the both of us as his eyes make contact with mine.

  “You got this Gemma?” He seems apprehensive and clearly worried about my capabilities.

  Proving myself is essential right now. I need them to believe in me.

  I take a sip of champagne, the bubbly essence tickling my tongue and throat as the sweetness floods my mouth with flavor. I step into Roman’s space, and his brows skyrocket with surprise, flicking to Faron with question. I lift to my tiptoes, pushing my breasts into his chest, his body ram-rod stiff with tension. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I seductively slide my hand down his spine and lower back and brush my lips to his ear.

  “I’ve got this, Rome. Everything will go as planned on my end. Your end is another story.”

  I emphasize this with a playful squeeze of his ass cheek, as he jolts from the unexpected physical contact.

  After what I saw the other night at the club, and seeing how effortlessly gorgeous and charming Roman is, I have no doubt that he is on the receiving end of female attention all the time. But it does wonders for my confidence to see a flush run over his neck and his breathing accelerated and stuttered as I step back next to Faron.

  With a smug grin curving at my lips, I turn to Faron and hand him Roman’s phone that I just swiped out of Roman’s pocket, lifting my eyebrows in challenge while taking another sip of my champagne. Laughter erupts from Faron’s chest as Roman blindly feels around his pants, disbelief registering in his expression, as if he can’t believe he was just hoodwinked by me.

  Faron hands the phone back to Rome, shaking his head in laughter at his brother. “I believe this is yours, Doubting Thomas.”

  Turning to me, he brushes his lips over mine and before I can get lost in the kiss, he pulls back, raising his glass in a toast. The glasses clink and sparkle, the sound signifying a brilliant night ahead.

  “Drink up, Gem. We’ve got work to do. The sooner we conduct business, the sooner you and I can get down to
our business.”

  Roman rolls his eyes, tipping back the glass and finishing his drink in one large gulp. When his gaze returns to me, there’s a streak of envy, but it disappears just as soon as he wishes me bon chance and then turns to return to the bar. We watch him return next to West, who is chatting with a tall, model-thin woman, and I wonder if one or both them will end up sleeping with her tonight.

  “You ready, little girl?” Faron asks and I note the double-entendre laced within the statement.

  Because while the job I’m here to do tonight is not without some danger, and there is the element of risk ratcheting up my excitement, it’s nothing compared to the level of excitement for what’s to come afterwards.

  When Faron will reward me for a job well done.

  And I’ll give him a piece of myself I’ve saved all this time just for him.

  “Oh, my goodness, I am such a clumsy mess. Look at what I’ve done!”

  The drink I accidentally spill on Casper’s tux coat drips down his lapel, as his face turns from an angry scowl to sly wolf the moment he turns to see who bumped him. I’d been walking by as he spoke to a party guest, and lost my balance, flinging my drink in his direction.

  I awkwardly sway on my heels, looking like I’m about to do a face plant, and catch his arm in my death grip. He takes the bait, gallantly reaching to save me and throws a hand around my waist. I giggle for good measure.

  “There now, honey. You just had a little misstep. No harm, no foul. No sense for a beautiful woman like yourself to cry over spilt milk.”

  Casper clicks his tongue, his hand squeezing my side, scaling my waist until it’s planted right underneath my right breast. How convenient of him.

  “But it’s such a waste of good champagne. Whoever the host is tonight, they did such a perfect job organizing such a beautiful party. The food was exquisite and the beverages, ooh la la. I may have had a few too many. But I wish I could properly thank the host for such a lovely party. I’m having so much fun.”