United and Dangerous - Cherie Benjamin (best motivational books for students txt) 📗
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Kane pulled Ara onto his lap and placed a long hard, passionate kiss on her lips, palming her ass over the gown Pulling away when both their lungs were screaming for air, they stared into each other's lust-filled eyes.
"God, baby, I can't wait to get you out of this dress. I am going to make love to you all fucking night long." Kane moaned.
"I can't wait either," Ara said, and, as she looked up, she noticed that they were not going to their apartment, but back toward the Leone estate. What? "Kane, where are we going?"
"It’s a surprise. I need you to close your eyes for me and don't open them until I tell you. Don't want to have to spank you on your wedding night, right?" Kane smirked.
Ara closed her eyes, even though she wanted to be mischievous and open them, so she could get her ass warmed up by his strong hand. God, she loved her Master, her husband, and her partner in crime. Finally, she felt the car stop.
"Give me your hand, love."
Kane took her by the hand and ever so gently guided her out of the car. "Baby, this is my last wedding present today. Open your beautiful eyes and welcome home."
Ara opened her eyes and was greeted by the most gorgeous house she had ever seen. As much as she loved the Leone estate, this was everything she has dreamed of in a home. Home, she was truly home. "Kane, it's, it's..." Ara cried, trying to fight through the emotions to convey in words how much she loved the fact that he gave her a home.
“Baby, if you don't like it, we can look for something else together. I am sorry, please don't cry, I can fix it, please." Kane begged.
Ara, with tear-filled eyes, looked up at Kane. "NO! I love it so much."
"REALLY?" Kane exhaled in relief.
Throwing her arms around his neck, she began peppering kisses all over her wonderful husband’s face. "Yes, it is the most perfect gift you could have given me, and I can't wait until we can christen every room."
Kane's eyes grew large and lust-filled, as they bulged from their sockets. "Twice. We are christening each room twice, starting now." He placed his arms under her legs and carried her bridal style over the threshold of their new home and to begin their new life together. Tomorrow they would begin taking care of the family business, but tonight was all theirs.
Chapter 2Sebastian sat back in the cab and watched as the city passed by the windows as the cab rushed him to his goomah’s apartment. Thank God he had planned for a situation like this. Anyone in his line of work was always prepared for the unexpected with a backup plan. He knew that he had cash, a passport, credit cards, and new ids in the safe at Judith’s apartment. During the cab ride, he had tried several times to reach either Kurtus or Pedro, but neither of them picked up their phones. Shit, that could only mean one thing; they were dead. He had been suspicious when Kurtus failed to show up with the family for the wedding. Then, there was the surprise of finding out Leone’s wife was his bitch of a daughter. He immediately knew Luna Santo was her mother. She had been a great fuck; he had enjoyed taking her virginity in such a violent way. Even today, he could still remember her blood on his dick when his father had burst into the room. Hell, he had used that image whenever he had to have sex with his cow of a wife.
He would have never married anyone like Portia, but, for the good of the family, he did as he was told. She had been a lousy fuck, laying still, never allowing him to do anything other than missionary sex and, when he finished up, he rushed her from the bed and out the door to her room. The only good thing she ever did was to give birth to his son Kurtus. Kurtus was a carbon copy of him; he was so proud of him. Then, the bitch gave birth to another son. He had high hopes that he, too, would be like him. No, that little fucker was a momma's boy. Now Kurtus was probably dead at the orders of his fucking father and that bitch, Arabella. She was part of it, he just knew it. Her life was going to be very short, because daughter or no daughter, she was going to die by his hand, but he needed time to plan his revenge and comeback.
Arriving at the apartment, he threw money at the cabbie, rushed out the door, and quickly walked into the building. Taking the elevator up to the apartment, he took out his key and opened the door. He was rushing towards his office when Judith walked out wearing a see-through teddy and a thong. "Sebastian, my love, I didn't expect you this evening."
Sebastian knew he needed to keep Judith in the dark about what was going on. She needed to tell Leone’s men that she had not seen him in days when they showed up to question her. And there was no doubt that they would be here shortly. Hopefully, she could buy him some time after he fed her the bullshit story he was about to concoct.
"My love, something terrible has happened. Kurtus... Judith... Kurtus is dead and the people who did it are after me." Sebastian cried in a fake sob.
Judith brought her hands up to cover her shocked gasp. "Oh, baby, what are you going to do?"
"I need to leave, but I need you to do something for me."Sebastian was surprised at just how good of an actor he was.
"Anything." Judith was truly worried and concerned about Sebastian’s welfare. He was her meal ticket, after all.
"When they come looking for me, I need you to tell them you haven't seen me in days; then, once I get settled, I will send for you to come to me,” he pleaded, covering her hands with his.
"REALLY?!" Judith was surprised at this turn of events. She didn’t think Sebastian was so involved in their relationship that he would want to take her with him. Hmm, she was even better than she thought.
"Yes, my kinky little lover, how could you possibly think that I could live without you?" Sebastian sighed, but, deep inside, he was gagging on every word. Judith was a good fuck, but he knew whores like her were a dime a dozen. He could find pussy anywhere. "Now, I must pack and get out of here as soon as possible."
Walking into the office, he opened the safe, grabbed several stacks of money, credit cards, a new id, and passport, and stuffed them in a duffle bag. Once he was satisfied that he had everything he needed, he came into the bedroom, and grabbed his large rolling suitcase from the closet, and began stuffing clothes into it. As he was finishing up, he was struck with a thought, "Judith, baby, I need you to help me out here while I am gone. Do you think you could get close to Donnie Newton?"
"But, baby, isn't he a member of the Leone family?" Sebastian knew she would eventually find out about the family merger, but, if he could get her into position with Donnie now, it would be even better. Two moles were better than one.
"Yes, but he had been helping Kurtus and me out. I’m not sure how much he knows about what is going on, but, if you could get close to him, make him believe that we are over and you are available and interested in him, you could get all the information that I need to devise a plan so that we could come back and take over the family together."
"But, baby, what do you mean to get close to him? You don’t want me to have sex with him, do you?" Judith wasn’t completely averse to the idea, she had seen Donnie, and he wasn’t bad looking, but how would Sebastian treat her afterward when he sent for her?
"Judith, my love, I would never ask this of you, but we need the information to plan for our future, yours and mine. For me, baby; just think of me while you’re fucking him. I trust you, and I know your heart belongs to me." Sebastian leaned in and kissed her lips lightly. "I’ve got to go, but I will call you soon."
Sebastian gathered his bags, slipped out the door, and then took the elevator to the second floor, then the stairs to the back entrance. Finding a cab, he headed toward the airport, hoping the East Coast would be a good place to lay low while he devised his plans for his revenge.
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Kane carried his bride over the threshold, and, once inside, placed her down on her feet. They looked around at the house he had bought for them to start their lives together. Although opulent, it was warm and inviting. The front foyer floor was cream Italian marble with black stone accents throughout.
A large white and blue round rug was at the opening. On either side was not one, but two staircases leading up to the upper level. On the other side of the foyer were two white stands that held two large white planters, accenting the entrance to the formal living and dining rooms. It was a sizeable room in width and length, with the marble flooring continuing into those rooms, with dark cream-colored walls. At the end of the room was a bank of five sets of French glass doors with huge arched windows over each set.
Rich gold and cream curtains decorated each window, not enough to obstruct the view, but enough to add to the elegance of the room. The living room had two white plush sofas with white embossed flowers and chairs with gold leaf arms and legs. In the center of the room was a large marble front fireplace with a large arched mirror that mimicked the windows. Sitting in front of a set of the French doors was a large, black, glossy Steinway.
Kane played the piano, but, over the last few years, he had not had a chance to do so. However, he was hoping that, when they finally got the families joined, and things settled down, he could return to playing.
Across the room was a formal dining room with a long dark brown lacquered top table with gold leaf legs. Surrounding the table was twelve high back white and gold chairs. It would be the perfect location for dinner parties with its proximity to the open living room.
Ara could not believe how beautiful everything was. It was as if someone had read her mind and pulled out every detail that she ever dreamed about for her future home.
"Sweetheart, you can change anything you don't like," Kane said as he stood behind her and wrapping an arm around her. He was beginning to worry
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