Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (18 page)

After Natasha’s adrenaline rush
subsided, she finally found her voice long enough to whisper, “Human
trafficking.”

Gianni sat next to Luca, staring into his whiskey. Hearing,
but not hearing his cousin rant about a contractor’s bid to build an upscale
Parisian restaurant in Chicago’s Gold Coast area. Normally business would be
Gianni’s only concern, but Natasha had ownership of his thoughts. She had agreed
to give him another shot, and Gianni had a date planned that would assure that
running away from him would not be as easy as the last time. Extremes are what
Gianni was reduced to. A man without fear of love and commitment, but fearful
of unfulfilled destinies, was a

man willing to go to extremes. After all, he did live in the
city of love and there was no running from his feelings. But Natasha was all
together different. Thursday would mark a short break in business dealings, and
he planned to leave Paris and return to Chicago...To her.

“Um hmm! Yes, baby,” Victoria moaned. Jack roughly sucked her
nipple into his mouth as she rounded her hips onto his lap. She could feel his
balls every time she slid her saturated pussy down on Jack’s hard as steel
dick. The sensation of the sweet torturous manipulations of her nipples, and
the feeling of being completely filled by him, served as an unbearable pleasure
that threatened to send Victoria flying over the edge of ecstasy. Jack firmly
gripped Victoria’s hips and aggressively surged upward, proving that he was in
control, regardless of Victoria’s position on top. Victoria bounced up and down
on Jack’s lap, gripping him within her slick folds and mastering a rhythm that
had him muttering words that were indecipherable. So incredibly close to
climactic bliss, Victoria’s entire body trembled with desperation for release.

“So fucking tight. This pussy is so
good,” Jack groaned. He tightened his grip on her ass and held her still. He
rocked Victoria back and forth on his lap, allowing his dick to vigorously
massaged her G–spot.

“Oh God, Jack. Oh baby! I’m cumming.”
Victoria wheezed.

“I’m cumming with you, baby,” he
growled, slamming into her.

Jack had given Victoria the release that
her body begged for, in the form of an orgasm that rocked her very core.

Victoria collapsed against Jack,
dropping her head on his broad shoulders. She attempted to catch her breath and
gather enough strength to climb from his lap.

“This is the best first day on the
job that I have ever had,” she said breathlessly.

Jack laughed and kissed the crook of
her neck, before lifting her from his lap and assisting her to her feet.
Victoria reached to retrieve her panties from Jack’s desk, but he snatched them
away from her reach.

           
“I’m just gonna hold on to these.”

Victoria narrowed her eyes, stepped
around his desk, and walked into the bathroom.

After thoroughly washing away the proof of their hot office
sex and fixing her hair, Victoria grabbed a washcloth for Jack. When she walked
into his office he was standing, fully dressed, in front of his window staring
out into the city.

“You’re nasty,” Victoria chuckled.

“What? I don’t wanna wash your orgasm
away, I earned it,” he responded, turning from the window and facing Victoria.

“Your cum is mixed in there too, ya’
know.”

“Yep, I earned that too,” he said
with a wink, causing Victoria to shake her head and chuckle.

She walked over to Jack and stood on
the tips of her toes to kiss his lips, but she was still unable to reach him.
Meeting her halfway, Jack bent down and placed his lips to hers. When he tried
to slip his tongue in her mouth, Victoria quickly backed away. She was fully
aware that if they got started, she’d more than likely end up bent over Jack’s
desk. She ran her hands down her Chanel skirt suit that Jack bought for her
first day at work, and smoothed out the wrinkles. Jack had finally convinced
Victoria to take a position as director of security for Storm Enterprises, and
now he was attempting to keep her from work, so that they could have hot steamy
sex in the workplace. Victoria was definitely tempted, but opted to go to work
instead. Since John was going to be retiring soon, he’d be training her to take
over his position. Because she wanted do the best job possible and make him
proud, Victoria resisted. 

“I’d better go. I don’t wanna be late
for my first day on the job.”

“What? It’s not like anyone can fire
you. Come over here and give your husband some attention,” he urged, reaching for
Victoria.

She side stepped him and dashed for
the door. Before exiting, she turned to Jack and pointed to his erection.

“Enjoy that hard on,” she teased.

“Enjoy that breeze up your snatch,”
he retorted, pulling her panties from his pocket and lifting them to his nose.

Victoria rolled her eyes and walked
out.

Not long after Victoria left, Mary’s disgusted voice filtered
through his office. “Mr. Storm, your nine o’clock is here.”

Jack unbuttoned his suit coat and sat
behind his desk, hitting the intercom button on his desk phone. “Send her in.”

Caroline walked into his office,
dressed to the nine, in a too tight navy blue dress, that of course showed an
abundance of cleavage. She had a face full of makeup and her hair were southern
preacher’s wife big. She was, apparently, on a mission of seduction. But to
Jack, the sight of her was repulsive. She walked across the room and sat in the
chair in front of his desk.

He asked without looking up at her,
“What is it that you want?”

“What do you mean? You summoned me.”

“I mean... What the fuck do you want
from me?”

Surprised by his tone, Caroline
shifted in her seat.

“You were mine. We had something,”
she whispered nervously.

“We had sex, Caroline. That’s all we had,” Jack hissed, now staring
directly at her. “I had no intentions on having anything more with a spoiled,
self–absorbed, money hungry, gold digging, viper like you.”

Caroline recoiled at his harshness,
but due to her delusion, she quickly recovered.

She sat upright in her seat and
smiled. “Jack, you can’t convince me that what we had wasn’t special.”

“Caroline,
I am married
. What
we had was absolutely minuscule, and completely over. What could you possibly
accomplish from molesting my wife?”

He was really caught off guard by her
actions at the Sickle Cell Camp’s debut, not understanding her logic.

“She needs to know that I’m a part of
your life, and I’m not going anywhere,” she answered, smugly.

Jack tensed. Caroline was a jilted
ex-sexual partner and out of her fucking mind. After her statement, he knew
that there was no reasoning with her. She was clearly psychotic.

Nevertheless, Jack decided to hit her
where it hurt. “Caroline, I know what’s really important to you... Money. More
specifically, Daddy’s money.” Then Jack dropped a manila folder on the desk, in
front of her.

“I have the power to make Daddy’s
money go away. If you don’t believe me, take a

look,” he said, pointing to the folder.

Caroline snatched the folder from his
desk. Her skepticism was wiped from her face when she opened the folder and
flipped through photos and documents, revealing her father’s illegal
activities.

“My daddy is your father’s closest
friend. You wouldn’t turn him in,” Caroline said with confidence.

“You see, Caroline. That’s where
you’re wrong. I would not only turn your

father in to protect my wife, but if my own father were a
threat to her, I would turn his ass in too,” Jack countered, destroying
Caroline’s misplaced confidence. “So don’t fuck with me!”

Caroline was stunned silent.

“Now with that being said, get out of
my office,” Jack’s tone was cold and venomous.

Her face was expressionless when she
stood and walked out of his office. Jack was unable to gauge her emotions, but he
was willing to bet money that he hadn’t seen the last of
Caroline.    

During the time that she’d spent with John, Victoria learned
that he’d been married to his wife Karen for twenty–five years, and he was the
father of three. All boys. One of which was the assistant director of marketing
for Storm

Enterprises. Because he looked younger than his fifty–five
years, and seemed to be in pristine physical condition, she was also shocked to
learn that he was grandfather to two little girls.

After several hours of one-on-one
training with John, Victoria also discovered that Jack had several cops on his
payroll. Not just police officers or sergeants either, but commanders and
deputies. They were able to gather information that civilians weren’t privy to.
If John needed someone to run a plate, get details from a report, or an
extensive criminal history, he had total and complete access; all of which was
completely illegal. The truth of the matter was, Victoria had every intention
of utilizing the same resources, and they were gonna shit bricks when they
found out that a lowly officer would be running the show. Victoria couldn’t
wait for their first formal meeting.

Natasha opened her trunk and grabbed her duffle bag. It was filled
with the clothing that Malik had picked for her date. It was Friday and she’d
just gotten off. Gianni insisted that she leave her car in the parking lot at
work. After three phone calls from the guard shack officers to Natasha,
Gianni’s limo was allowed passage into the Organized Crime Division’s parking
lot. He leaped from the back of the limo, beating the driver, to assist Natasha
with her bag. Gianni grabbed her hand, stilling her movement, and kissed her
temple.

“Ciao, Bella,” Gianni mumbled, with
his lips pressed against her head.

“Hi,” Natasha responded shyly.

Gianni removed her hand from the
duffle bag, leaving it in her trunk. He led her to the waiting limousine. “The
bag, you don’t need, Bella. I have made arrangements for anything that you
might need.” He spoke with a wicked smile, before urging her inside. Gianni
climbed inside after her, and seconds later they were on their way.

Natasha looked over at Gianni, amazed
that he seemed to get more beautiful every time she saw him. He was still
sporting a rugged five o’clock shadow, and his dark hair still flopped in his
gorgeous face. He was tall, thick, and impeccably dressed. But, his jade eyes
seemed to sparkle brighter. At the same time, his gaze was dark and hypnotic.
She pictured the sexy tattoo under his expensive clothing, and Natasha was more
then tempted to jump him in the back of the limo.

When they pulled out of the parking
lot and went south on Homan, Natasha wanted to ask him, for the hundredth time,
where they were going, but she didn’t. She decided to let Gianni surprise her.

“So that’s where you work?” Gianni
asked, making conversation.

“Yep. That’s where I work.”

“Why?”

It was a simple enough question, but
to answer it would expose entirely too much of Natasha’s past. She just wasn’t
ready to reveal her inner demons. She simply shrugged. Gianni glared at
Natasha, obviously not happy with her evasive response. Natasha was grateful
when he let it go. He changed the conversation, asking her about her brief
music career.

“Did you learn to sing from your
mother?”

“I did,” Natasha nodded, smiling.
“She sang all the time. She would sing while cooking, cleaning, and combing my
hair. Eventually, I learned the songs, and I would sing with her.”

Remembering her mother gave her joy,
Natasha loved to talk about her. When she spoke about her, she could, somehow,
feel her presence. It reminded her that, no matter how horrible her aunt had
treated her, she had a mother that loved her.

She and Gianni had been talking about
her mother for twenty minutes when the limo turned into O’Hare airport. The
driver drove past departures and arrivals, to the private aircraft hangar. When
the vehicle came to a stop, Natasha looked around. She was wondering what they
were doing there, before returning her attention to Gianni.

“Why are we here?”

“It’s part of our date,” he responded
with a Cheshire cat grin.

Curiously, she asked, “Our date is at
the airport?”

“No. Please don’t worry. Just put
yourself in my hands,” he urged with pleading eyes. Natasha decided to grant
his request, and relax, “Okay.”

The door opened and the driver’s hand
appeared. Natasha accepted his hand, allowing him to assist her from the
vehicle. She stepped out of the way so that Gianni could get out. He took her
hand in his and led her toward a sleek airplane that had Storm Entertainment on
the side. Natasha stared at the plane in awe.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Gianni glanced over at Natasha with a
confused look on his face.

“Natasha, surely you can afford your
own aircraft, and yet, you are amazed by mine. You are definitely an anomaly,”
he said, watching her intensely as if he was studying her.

“What do I need an airplane for?”

She walked ahead of him and started up
the stairs. Natasha could hear a low moan from behind, and she was almost
certain that he was looking at her ass. Natasha made sure to add a little
wiggle.

She stepped inside the aircraft and
admired the luxury that surrounded her. She walked over to the oversized seats
and ran her hand over the soft red leather. It was clear that red was Gianni’s
favorite color, since his penthouse was also covered in shades of red. In the
rear of the plane there was a conference table, presumably an area for business
meetings.

“Again...
Wow
,” Natasha
repeated, turning to face Gianni. “I’m afraid my sweatshirt and jeans aren’t
fancy enough for your swanky airplane.” She teased, holding her arms out to the
side.

“Ah... But you’re wrong sweet,
Natasha. No one could make a sweatshirt and jeans look as sexy as you do.”

Gianni walked over to Natasha and
stood over her. She raised her head and locked eyes with him. She met his
smoldering eyes as he ran his thumb softly across Natasha’s cheek. He leaned in
to kiss her. A kiss that Natasha was eager for. The memory of Gianni’s lips,
and the way his tongue made love to her mouth, caused her entire body to heat.
Unfortunately, their lips never touched, because they were interrupted by the
sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Bonjour, Monsieur Storm,” a perky,
heavily accented, female voice said from behind Gianni.

Natasha noticed Gianni’s slight
cringe before he turned toward the voice. It belonged to a tall woman with long
dark hair. She had on a tight black dress that was short enough to show off her
shapely legs. And to top it off, she was very pretty. The woman’s beauty was
beginning to cause Natasha to feel self–conscious. But she began to feel a lot
better when Gianni protectively pulled Natasha close to his body. He had a
brief conversation with the woman in French, but the woman’s eyes never left
Natasha. She was obviously not overjoyed by Natasha’s presence. If the woman’s
eyes were missiles, she would’ve been obliterated. They were in an honest to
goodness staring contest, until it was ended by Gianni’s voice.

“Natasha, we’re going to be taking
off in a few minutes. This is Coco. If you need anything, she’ll make sure that
you get it.”

He pulled Natasha to one of the grand
leather seats and gestured for her to sit. He took the seat next to her and
pulled out his phone. He seemed agitated as he dialed. And judging by his tone,
Gianni was angry with the person on the other end. Natasha was startled when he
began to yell in rapid fire Italian. Natasha stared at him until he ended his
call and put his phone away. She tilted her head, waiting for an explanation.

He didn’t offer one.

“Is every okay?” 

Gianni turned to Natasha, offering an
apologetic smile. “Yes. Everything is fine. Just a small disagreement with my cousin.”

Before Natasha could probe any
further, Coco was standing in front of them. She handed Gianni a small glass
filled with an amber liquid. She turned to Natasha, with a smile laced with
acid.

This bitch is gonna be an issue
, she thought to herself.

Coco asked in a faked sweet voice,
“Miss Walker, is there anything I can get for you before takeoff?”

“No thank you,” Natasha responded,
returning her toxic smile.

The woman actually thought Natasha
was crazy enough to accept anything that she offered. She looked at Gianni, and
he was avoiding all eye contact with Coco. She immediately wondered if going
with Gianni was a good idea.

Natasha stood from her seat. “Gianni,
I don’t think this is going to work.”

Natasha turned toward the door, but
Gianni caught her wrist. She turned back and glared at his hand on her wrist.
Gianni must have realized that nothing good was going to come from grabbing
Natasha, because he quickly released her wrist.

“Wait, Natasha. Please don’t go.”

Natasha could see the sincerity in
his eyes. She could tell that it was really important to Gianni that she stay
with him. Truthfully, she didn’t want to leave him, but she didn’t need the
drama of stomping his flight attendant. After a brief debate in her head,
Natasha returned to her seat. Gianni said something in French to Coco that sent
her stomping to the front of the plane. He sat next to Natasha and fastened her
seatbelt, before securing his own. Again Natasha looked to Gianni for an
explanation. And again, he offered none. But this time his evasiveness wasn’t
going to cut it for Natasha. 

“What’s the deal with her?” She asked
boldly, staring at him and waiting for answer.

Gianni closed his eyes, took a
breath, and then exhaled. When he opened them, his eyes locked with Natasha’s.

 “Okay. She’s new. When Jack was
shot, I had sex with her on the flight to Chicago. The night at the hospital
when we met, she came over for more. But, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,
so I sent her away. Sometime after that, she broke into my apartment. She was
waiting for me in my bed when I got out of the shower. I threw her out and
asked my cousin Luca to reassign her. And... As you can see, he didn’t.”

Natasha was taken by surprise when
Gianni blurted out his long explanation, without taking a breath. She was also
touched by his honesty. The men that Natasha came across would’ve never come
clean, like Gianni had. But, that didn’t mean that she was going to let him off
the hook.

“Soo... You’re telling me that you
had sex with that woman, and then you dumped her? And did you really ask your
cousin to do your dirty work?” Natasha asked, shaking her head.

“No. I’m telling you that I had sex
with that woman, and I had every intention of having sex with her again. But I
met you. What I am telling you is... that since the day that I first laid eyes
on you, I have craved no other. What I’m telling you is...  you have
bewitched me, sweet Natasha.”

Okay. I forgive you.

With no further argument, Natasha leaned
back in her seat and pointed to the drink that Coco made for Gianni.

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were
you.”

************************

Four hours later, Natasha was standing at the top of the
stairs that extended from the door of the aircraft. From her point of view, she
could see the blazing lights of Las Vegas. Natasha was amazed that this was
Gianni’s idea of a date. She had no objections. She loved Vegas. She’d only
ever been with Malik and Parker. She was the Maid of Honor in their commitment
ceremony, long before gay marriage was legalized in certain states. They’ve
since gotten legally married.

After Coco disappeared, she and
Gianni had a wonderful flight. They laughed and joked about the fact that they
were both starving, but afraid to eat anything that Coco served. Instead, they
opted to drink from the little bottles of whiskey, because they could tell if
the seals had been broken.

Natasha was still smiling when she
walked down the stairs. Gianni was close behind. Once they reached the ground,
Gianni led her to a waiting limo.

Once they got in and Natasha noticed
that the driver went to retrieve Gianni’s luggage from the plane, she turned to
Gianni. “You get luggage, but I don’t?”  

“No,” he smiled seductively. “I plan
on keeping you naked.”

Natasha giggled, “Even on the strip?”

She was really feeling the little
bottles of whiskey. The driver finally hopped in the driver’s seat and took
off. Natasha looked out the windows, admiring the bright lights of Vegas, as if
it were her first time there. Gianni handed her another drink, and she happily
took it.

By the time the limo pulled to a
stop, Natasha’s glass was empty. The door flew open and she handed her glass to
Gianni and hopped out of the limo, before the driver could help her. She stood
under an enormous and brightly lit marquee of The Palazzo Hotel and Casino. It
was a gigantic structure with a bird with wings of what appeared to be real
fire atop the building. It seemed to be totally constructed of mirrored glass.
Natasha hadn’t seen the casino on her last visit. She stared up at the
building, mesmerized by its architectural beauty.

“Welcome home, Mister Storm.” The
voice of the valet caught her attention.

Natasha looked curiously at Gianni
and wondered how much time he actually spent in Las Vegas.

“Thank you,” Gianni responded
politely. “This is Natasha. She is with me.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll pass that along,” the
valet responded.

“Thank you.”

“Um, sir... Do they know that you’re
here?”

Gianni shook his head and clutched
Natasha’s hand. They walked past the registration desk, past the guest
elevators, and through a corridor leading to a set of private elevators.

Natasha asked, curiously, “You have a
penthouse?”

As Gianni nodded, the elevator doors
opened and he ushered her in. He pulled a keycard from his pocket and swiped it
for access. They rode in silence. When they arrived at their floor, they
stepped out and walked a few feet down a short hallway, with only two doors.
Gianni stopped at the first set of double doors and swiped a keycard. When the
doors opened, Natasha’s breath caught. She had just stepped onto one of the
most beautiful suites that she’d ever seen. It was obvious that Gianni owned
the penthouse, since it was colored in hues of red. There were fresh cut
flowers in every vase, and the windows were floor to ceiling. The view of the
Vegas strip was prominent. Natasha stepped closer to the window and stared out
into the shimmering lights of Las Vegas.