Distilled Duplicity

by Louise Furley

  Staring at his cigar in his hand, Naithon didn’t reply.

  “You never have done that before…”

  “Didn’t need to. Never had one I wanted bad enough to force if she declined. Never been declined.”

  “Apparently there’s a first time for everything. Did you ask her if she wanted to fuck you?”

  “Hmm,” smoke trailed out of Naithon’s nose and mouth. “She has made herself quite clear, no, she does not.”

  Maz waited, when Naithon didn’t continue, he said, “Well then?”

  Naithon shrugged again.

  “Nait, are you seriously considering forcing yourself on this girl? The word is Ignacio claims he’s kept her a virgin, man.”

  “Even better.”

  “She’s gotta be terrified out of her mind, Nait. You really plan on taking her when she is unwilling?”

  Naithon silently sipped his drink, tapped the cigar ash on the ashtray beside him on an end table.

  Thinking carefully, Mazonn said quietly, “Listen,” he moved nearer to stand in front of Naithon. “You want this girl long term?”

  Naithon looked up at him through a lock of fallen hair. “Ja.”

  Both brows rose in surprise then lowered. “Like in forever?”

  “Ja.”

  “Whoa, shit, I didn’t…” Mazonn forked long fingers through his hair. “I knew you had the hots for her, I never thought…you mean like forever forever?”

  Naithon’s lip twitched. “Ja. Forever and ever. I will marry her. She will carry my babes.”

  Mazonn looked at him like he’d grown three heads. “Whoa, I feel like I just fell back a few centuries, like into barbarian times. This ain’t like you, bro. Why do you want to marry her? Why not just do her and send her home? Ignacio won’t squawk that you fucked her, even if she didn’t want it, he knew what would happen once he allowed you to take her.”

  “Can’t explain it, Mazonn. Second I saw her I knew I wanted to be looking at that face for the rest of my life. The thought of another male’s hands on her,” a scowl darkened his face, his fist clenched the glass.

  He told him, “If I’d been able to get at her sooner, I would have already taken her. But Ignacio had her stashed away somewhere in Italy. I’ve only seen her briefly and infrequently, yet each time I have only grown more captivated with her.”

  “She was too young before for you to snatch her, Nait. And now she’s an adult and she doesn’t want you.”

  “Don’t care.” Naithon raised his head, the corner of his mouth lifted. “She will be mine for life, bro. It may take some time, but she will eventually get used to it and settle down.” His snort mocking, “And, Ignacio didn’t allow me to take her, I just let him think he was.”

  Mazonn’s dark brows drew together. “Didn’t Delducci say she was engaged? You’re stealing her from her fiancé?”

  “Her da was forcing her to marry that fat ugly pig with the red hair. I don’t give two shits about his claim on her. Fuck him.”

  Mazonn considered his words, then said, “Why all the trouble with this one? It’d be easier to choose a woman already familiar, comfortable with a man’s ways. A broad tough enough to handle this life, one able to deal with your roughness. You’re hardly the gentlemanly flowers and candy, regular Joe kinda guy, ya know? Plenty of bitches we know would love to hitch their wagon to your star.”

  Naithon’s lips pursed in distaste. “I do not care for the…modern woman that throws herself at every man, bold, brazen, promiscuous, I prefer to do my own choosing. You will find it amusing, my friend, the cutthroat that I am, but…I want a…lady. Kiri is my perfect lady.”

  That brought a surprised grunt from his friend and a raised brow.

  “Ja, surprised myself too. Considering my upbringing you would think I wouldn’t want to be in the same room with a real lady. They are so…dainty. Not sure how to treat one. Anyway, I do not like it when females chase me. I want to do the…hunting and chasing, the conquering. Kiritina Delducci is my catch, my choice, my…captured prey."

  “Hell, bro, she’s not a fucking rabbit. She’s a girl, not something to be hunted and captured, kept caged and fucked as you desire.”

  Ignoring him, Naithon went on, “I will conquer her, Maz. I don’t care how old-fashioned it is, I am the older, experienced male, I will teach her, that’s the old way, that’s the way it should be done. She is young and untried, it is my job to guide her, discipline her when needed.”

  “Wow. Kinda chauvinistic and macho, but, uh. Okay, well.” Mazonn’s brain trying to work out his friend’s intentions, he blinked, then said, “Nait, would you rather she opened her arms and legs freely to you with real desire?”

  “Sure, of course.”

  “Bro, if you rape the girl, she will hate you for life. She will never like you, forgive you, or trust you.”

  “I didn’t take her to be friends with the bitch, Maz. Don’t care if she doesn’t like me, she doesn’t need to trust me, just do as I say. She can resist me all she wants, it’ll still be the same in the end.”

  Staring thoughtfully at Naithon, Mazonn, said, “That broad is a sweet, gentle, gorgeous young babe. If it were me, I’d want her hands on me as eagerly as I want them on her. You feel me? You rape her once, every time after will be the same. You will have to fight her every time, hurt her over and over. She will never give you her sweet self. She will turn to other men to help her.” He stopped talking, went and sat back down. Settling back in his chair, he set an ankle over a knee and picked up his drink.

  Anger flashed across his fierce face, Naithon snapped, “She will never be with another man. I will kill anyone that goes near her.” His temper starting to build, then, Naithon’s eyes went blank as he thought about what Mazonn was saying. He pictured a terrified, crying, fighting, closed up Kiri as he held her down and pushed between her legs, forcing his way into her dry channel.

  Then, he imagined a different picture of her face with a pretty smile, arms open welcoming him, eyes hazed with passion for him, lips ready for his kisses. He imagined telling her he wants a blowjob and she smiles and eagerly hops to it. If he rapes her, huh, he’d rather see her smiling up at him with his dick in her mouth than angry and gagging. He said confidently, “She will learn to like fucking with me.”

  “Uh huh. So, what are you gonna do if she says no?”

  “She will do what I tell her.”

  “Hmm. You gonna keep her locked up 24/7? ‘Cause a girl kept prisoner and sexually assaulted is gonna try to escape.”

  A rueful grunt, he admitted, “Already tried. Couple of times, and tried to jump out of the moving car.”

  Mazonn’s brows hit his hairline. “No kidding? Feisty.”

  Naithon nodded grimly. “Ja, and reckless when scared.”

  “Means she’ll do something stupid, get herself hurt.”

  “I know. Plan on keeping her secured now that I have her here. Delducci’s going to want her back, and that fat red-haired pig her da engaged her to will come for her. Whoever is hitting our people may try for her. Especially if they know she is a weakness for me. If they can’t kill her they’ll snatch her to use her to manipulate me. She’s staying under lock and key. She is going nowhere.”

  “Well, you-”

  Naithon stamped his cigar out, emptied his drink, set the glass down with a thunk and stood up. “I told her to be undressed and in my bed by time I get back, or I would whip her behind with my belt until it blistered.”

  “Geez, Nait-”

  “Gotta go.” He traipsed out not seeing his friend shaking his head.

  Chapter Twelve

  He strode with his head down, hoping Silver didn’t come after him. He was already pissed off from his conversation with Maz, he wouldn’t treat Silver gently if she bugged him now. He took the stairs two steps at a time, all four flights.

  The steel door swooshed open and closed behind him. Moving quickly down the hall, he frowned, muttered, “That little girl better have done what I told her.
She thinks I’m bluffing she won’t be sitting for a week.”

  He visualized her naked butt lying over his lap and spanking her. Once she’d learned her lesson, he would stretch her thighs apart and feel if she was the kind of woman that got wet when spanked, a little light pain mixed with pleasure can produce amazing orgasms.

  A raging hard-on pressed at his pants as he reached his chambers. Printing his thumb on the secure pad, the door unlocked with a click. He closed it behind him. The place was dead quiet. She couldn’t have gone anywhere the suite was as secure as Fort Knox.

  Before he’d gone to the meeting at the rum house, knowing he was bringing her back with him, he’d removed anything that could be used as a weapon against him, even the steak knives in the kitchenette. But the thought of that tiny dainty thing harming him was a joke.

  His boots tramped down the hall to the bedroom. Holding his breath, he stepped inside. The room was dark, she hadn’t turned a light on. Naithon moved to the bed, he could see her small form curled up as far to one side as she could get without falling off the edge. The blanket and sheet were up over half her head. Well, she got in the bed. Time to see if she followed all his orders.

  Naithon slipped into the bathroom and cleaned up. His toothbrush was wet, she’d used it. Probably figured since he’d had his tongue halfway down her throat what was the difference. He’d have one of his staff purchase her own things for her tomorrow.

  He pictured girly shampoo and soap, makeup and whatever else women used lining his shelves. The thought should have given him the willies. It did not. He’d anticipated for so long having her, he couldn’t wait to see her things in his space. Things he bought her, not her things from the Delducci home.

  Changing into a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, he turned out the light in the bathroom and reentered the bedroom padding in his bare feet. He wanted his naked skin on her naked skin, but he allowed her one tiny concession, at least for tonight, his shirt to protect her chaste modesty, and his body swathed as well.

  Seeing the covered plate on the tray sitting on the desk, he went over and lifted the lid. An irritated frown tugged his mouth down. She hadn’t taken a bite. He knew she was hungry. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she’d entered the tasting room. Her sister ate like the cow that she was, but Kiri had not stopped serving the men to eat. She had told him earlier when she was limp in his arms that she was tired and hungry…and scared. Maybe too scared to eat.

  Well, that doesn’t mean she won’t do as he instructs her. She’s small enough as it is, she really can’t afford to lose any more weight. Clearly the time she’s been home with that perverse family of hers has taken its toll on her health. At least the glass of milk was empty.

  Sighing, Naithon stepped away from the desk and to the bed. Lifting the sheet off Kiri, he smiled. She was wearing his shirt, legs and feet were bare and she was curled up tight in a fetal position. Like that was gonna stop him from touching her.

  Naithon slid onto the bed and reached for her. Looping his arm around her waist he pulled her to him. She didn’t wake, her breathing stayed soft and steady. He ran his palm down her back, and was pissed. She hadn’t removed her bra. Damn, he was going to have his hands full with this stubborn female. Sliding his hand up the back of her shirt, his shirt actually, he unclasped her bra and slid it through one rolled up sleeve then the other.

  Tossing the offending lingerie to the floor, he stroked his palm down her back to her ass, and now he was really mad. Panties. He could feel the silkiness of the material. He curled the top and bottom in his fist and wrenched them. The silk tore and he ripped them off her body, the ruined underwear landed on the floor. And, now she woke. He felt her turn rigid in his hands.

  Before she could react, Naithon moved Kiri to lie on her back. Bracing on one forearm next to her, he slid his leg between hers, locking her in place.

  “M- Mr. Adranokov, what, I mean,” she blinked the sleep from her eyes. She was disoriented. He watched her lashes flutter, those beautiful large green eyes still drowsy bounced from him hovering over her, to around the room.

  At first she was confused, didn’t know where she was, how she got there. Then she blinked and blinked, swallowed. When her small hands came up between them and pushed at his chest he knew she recalled the events of the day. “Get- get off of me, I need to go home,” she ordered and pushed harder at his chest, as if she could move him if he didn’t want to be moved.

  His voice husky with need that was building in his lower extremities, Naithon growled, “You don’t give the orders in my bed, woman. Let’s get that straight right now.” He observed the panic flare in her eyes as she realized she was truly trapped. He lowered some of his weight on her forcing her hands to move off his chest.

  “O- okay, then,” she stammered, her hands now pushing at his shoulders. “Let me up and you won’t have to concern yourself how I act or what I say. You’ve had your day with me, I’m going home now. You have no claim on me, my virginity will be for my husband.”

  He could feel his body seethe with jealous rage, her thinking he would send her home to marry that deviant redheaded blimp. He would kill that fucker before he’d let Montoblanco put his hands on her, his dick in her. Kiri has a lot to learn about Naithon, how he takes what he wants, keeps what he wants. She is his now, she is never going home, she needs to get that through that beautiful thick head of hers.

  Naithon allowed a slight tug to his lip. “I think I was pretty direct, lamb, about our situation. If you have any confusion of my plans,” his gaze rolling over her figure showed his intentions crystal clear.

  “I will reiterate what I told you in the car and earlier here if you’d like. But,” his gaze stroked over her body again, he said, “I’m pretty sure you can figure out that you are in my bed, lying under me, dressed in my shirt, sans underwear,” his brows drew down at the reminder of her disobeying his orders. Seeing the color leave her face, she remembered his threat if she didn’t do as he had ordered. “That you don’t need me to clarify, eh? Your virginity is mine, Kiritina, mine.”

  She blinked hard, her hand moved to her hip and the color flooded her cheeks when she realized he’d removed her underwear. The embarrassment and fear pebbled her nipples, he could feel them harden against his chest, and that made him shift his own throbbing member. He could tell the second she realized his erection was thick against her thigh. The color in her face deepened, her breaths rushed.

  Shoving at his shoulders as hard as she could she demanded, “Get off of me right now!”

  His deep chuckle and non-movement was his answer. “I want to see what I purchased.” Naithon leaned back, fingered the bottom of her shirt.

  “No! Stop, I am not a-a purchase, you can’t force me to-to-” she shouted, started struggling so frantically with elevating terror, Naithon feared she was going to injure herself.

  “All right, lamb, calm the fuck down.” Naithon grasped her wrists and staked them to the mattress, moved his leg to hold hers down. Nonetheless, her body thrashed and humped and twisted under him, her cries stifled as he pressed his body more tightly on her.

  “Kiri, calm down. Listen, just…” he took a breath, let it slide out. His fingers squeezed her wrists, he tried to hold them carefully or he’d break the fragile things, but she fought so hard. Maybe he should just spread her legs and thrust inside, get it over with. She’d be okay with it once her fear of how it would feel would be gone.

  Mazonn’s words came back to him, she’d hate him if he forced her. His lips pulled in, he didn’t care, he’d take what he wanted. But, he’d likely hurt her, a lot. She’s small and unused, she’d be bone dry from her fright, and he’s a big man. No matter how carefully he did it, he’d hurt her. Well, that’s what KY and shit is for.

  He never cared about the female’s part in sex before, it never entered his mind if he pleased them, only about getting what he wanted. Even so, he did pleasure some of them just because he felt like it. Most of them wanted the rough ride he ga
ve them. But this girl, he looked down at her big, wide terrified eyes, tears rolling over her plump cheeks.

  She had no chance of getting away from him yet she still fought like a wild thing. “Leave me alone!” Her chest heaved with panicked breaths and her fighting him, voice tight with fear she cried, “Don’t touch me, let me go!”

  Growing exasperated with this untenable situation, inevitably he was going to take her, why is she making such a fuss? Naithon said quietly, “Kiri, calm yourself. Listen, for tonight, a deal. You let me kiss you without giving me a hassle and I won’t…force myself inside you.”

  His words and cool voice, and because she knew she had no hope of getting away from him, Kiri sniffed, endeavored to stop fighting him. Her limbs rigid, she peered up at him with suspicion. “That’s all? Just a kiss?”

  His dark eyes tapered in annoyance at her denying him, he was even angrier that he was allowing her to. “What the hell is the big deal, Kiritina? Sex is natural between people.”

  “Uh,” she grunted, furiously shoving her hips up at him hard, a last effort to buck him off her, and then was sorry she did. His iron hard, thick rod pressed hungrily back at her, expressing how badly he craved her. “Between consenting adults, Mister, this is absolutely not consensual.”

  Her words made him sound like that vile pig she was engaged to. But Naithon wouldn’t torture or seriously hurt Kiri. “You are wearing my patience, girl,” his warning growled, eyes thinned crossly at her. Kiri turned her head to face away from him.

  With anger tingeing his low, accented voice he said, “Obviously I can do whatever I want. I’ve offered you a compromise,” what the hell, since when was that word part of his vocabulary? “Now, look at me. Kiri,” his voice deepened in steeping irritation when she didn’t.

  “I won’t say it again,” he threatened flatly. He was being lenient with her but that would only go so far. Slowly she positioned her head back facing him, and raised her eyes up to his.

  Naithon released a wrist to capture the side of her face and hold her still for his mouth to seize hers. He licked her lips then bit at them. The kiss he’d taken from her in the car had unbelievably blazed through him like a struck fuse of a dynamite stick, lighting up and sizzling every atom in his body.