The Tycoon's Blondie (The Tycoon Series Book 2) (17 page)

Tiaan ordered
his body and feet to turn around, to run down the stairs and take the yacht
back to shore.  Neither responded to his command.  His brain suddenly seemed
dysfunctional, the orders he tried to bark dissolved into nothingness as every fiber
in his being hardened.  His cock was so hard he was scared to breathe lest it
exploded with need.  He could feel the flush on his cheeks.  He dragged a
ragged breath into his lungs as his disobeying feet carried him to stand in
front of her.

“Allison…what…?”

A finger on
his lips silenced the question and he watched in fascination as the soft
chiffon billowed to the slatted floor.  He closed his eyes as she brushed the
tips of her hard, aroused nipples against his chest.  Her voice was husky and
the wind carried it to his ears as if from miles away.

“I need you,
honey. Please don’t push me away again.”

“Allison, I
need ti…”

“No talking,
Tiaan.  Unless it is to whisper sweet nothings in my ear.  I will even respond
to naughty demands.  Anything, but
please
, I beg you…make love to me.”

“Naughty, you
say?”

“Naughty,
saucy, kinky…anything your heart desires.”

“God, baby…I
can’t…”

“
NO!
  I
do not want to hear that word.  Not now and not here.  This is for us, for what
we both need.  We need to bury every remaining thought of what happened in
Bali.  We need to wipe it all out with a memory so sweet and so hot, nothing
else will matter.”

“You’re making
it near impossible to resist, Allison.”

“Then don’t. 
I love you, Tiaan.  More than I ever thought I could love another human being. 
I don’t want to lose that.  Please don’t make me lose that.”

“But I failed
you.  I push…”

Allison took his
face between her hands and dragged him down so she could look deep into his
eyes.  She shook her head and her blinding smile was warm and tender.

“You did not
fail me, my love.  You could never fail me.  You saved me…don’t leave me to
drown now.”

Allison turned
and tugged on his hand to drag him with her into the Jacuzzi.  She tugged his
bathing suit down and he yanked it off.  Gesturing him to sit down, she
immediately straddled him.  Her eyes lifted to his and he got lost in their
misty heat.  She lowered herself onto his cock and he groaned.  Inch by
agonizingly slow inch until he was sheathed to the hilt.  Her arched neck, wide
eyes and open mouth testimony to the pleasure.

“You feel so
good, honey.  So hard and so deep inside me.  Can you feel my heart pulsing
around you, Tiaan?”

Tiaan clenched
his teeth, her pussy clenching around his cock so tight he could truly feel her
heart beating.

She feathered
her lips over his and whispered, “Because I can feel your heart beat inside me,
so deep inside…please Tiaan…may I have you?”

“Sweet Lord,
Allison…you’ve always had me.”

Allison sighed
with relief and slowly started to lift herself off his cock.  His hands clamped
around her hips and he rasped through his teeth.

“No,
sweetlips, don’t move.  Not yet.  I need to…
fuck
…I need to get myself
under control.  Just give me a moment, baby, otherwise I might hurt you.”

She bit her
lip and squeezed her eyes closed, forcing her raging need down, her core
clenching and releasing around Tiaan’s cock.  His breathing became
labored
and desperate to focus his attention
elsewhere, he fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back.  Her
breasts pushed upwards invitingly and he dragged his lips over the slope of her
breasts, kissing and licking as far as he went.  Allison gasped as she grabbed
the short hair at the nape of his neck, desperately directing him to the aching
nubs in their
center
.

Tiaan nibbled her
nipples using tightened lips, first softly, then harder and only when she
keened and begged did he open his mouth and suck her aching tip into his mouth.
He suckled long and hard, drawing her nipple back, nibbling and then biting
down hard.  Licking the sting away immediately he growled as her core
desperately clenched around his cock.  Her nipple popped out of his mouth as he
moved to its twin, offering it the same pleasure.

Allison
exploded around him and he lost it.  He dragged her off his cock and slammed
her down, thrusting upwards at the same time.  Allison screamed as her climax
intensified with the painful pleasure that flooded her core.

“Fuck,
Allison, you are so bloody hot.  I just… this is not enough…I need more…I need
to…”

He lifted her completely
off of him and she was too weak from the climax that still rippled through her,
to protest.  Tiaan turned her around, and positioned her on her knees over one
of the strong jets of the Jacuzzi, ensuring it would hit her clit every time he
drove into her.  Which he then did, lifting her knees off the seat with the
force of his entry.  She whimpered and arched her spine, bearing back for more.

Allison
clamped her hands around the edge of the tub and held on, wailing at the
pleasure the jetting stream of water thrilled through her with every forward
thrust.  Within seconds another climax curled to fruition inside her and Tiaan
pounded harder, deeper and then faster.  Powering into her with a fierceness
she had never felt before.  That was her last coherent thought.  Tiaan mastered
her body, her pussy and she lost complete control over her body.   She came
again and again.

By the time
Tiaan stiffened and roared, slamming into her one final time, Allison was more
limp than an overcooked noodle.  Her breathing was fast and haggard, her
stomach heaving with exertion and she had absolutely no strength to move.  She
hung onto the side of the tub until Tiaan managed to pull his sated body from
hers to drag her onto his lap.  He wrapped his arms around her and leaned back
with his head over the edge of the tub.  His own breath wheezing from his
lungs.

They did not
move for nearly ten minutes.  Tiaan stroked her back and lifted her head with
his thumb beneath her chin.

“Did I hurt
you, baby?  I lost it there for a bit.”

“No, honey, I
am fine.  I am sure I’ll be more than fine once I get control of my body back. 
It still feels as if I am floating far out in the solar system and my body is
down here on Earth.”

Tiaan chuckled
and then sobered.  His eyes darkened.  Allison pre-empted his speech by leaning
forward to kiss him tenderly.  Her eyes glittered like emeralds.

“No, Tiaan, no
more.  No more guilt or what ifs.  I could have handled it better, I should
have asked you to talk to him.  There are just too many what ifs and nothing
good will come from allowing it to control us.  It is over and all I want is
for both of us to forget it.  All I do remember about those days is looking up
and seeing you at the door.  Knowing that you came for me, that you would not
just let me go. That is what matters most.  That you came for me.”

 “I was, baby,
even before that phone call I had made up my mind to find you and bring you
back home.  I could not face that empty house one day longer without you
there.”

Tiaan drew her
higher against his chest and buried his face in her hair. His stomach rumbled
and they laughed.  Leaning back to catch her eyes, he grunted in his best
cowboy accent, “I’m damn hungry, woman. I hope you fixed us up some grub.”

Allison
laughed and nodded toward the outside bar counter.

“Now what do
you think?  That I don’t know my man?  Show me one day you are not starving
when you come home.  Dolores made us a feast.”

They picnicked
on the comfortable built-in bunks at the back of the yacht surrounding the
Jacuzzi.  Sharing intimate moments and laughter as they fed each other.

Throughout the
night, Tiaan fed their hunger … that of their bodies.  Neither could seem to
get enough of the other.

The sun was already
high on the horizon when Tiaan aimed the yacht toward the jetty the following
morning.  Both completely sated.  Tiaan’s arms tightened around Allison who sat
on his lap.  Fast asleep.  He chuckled.  He had worn her out.

He planned on
wearing her out quite often from that point forward.

Chapter Sixteen

The court case against Greg was a
long drawn out and tiring affair.  Tiaan tried to keep Allison out of it for as
long as possible, but eventually she was asked to testify.

Coming face to
face with Greg was more difficult than she could ever have imagined.  The man
he was years ago had disappeared over those weeks that he terrorized her.  The
abduction was the worst.  He scared her then and he still did.  Especially as
he sat there, looking like his normal self.

Self-assured,
attractive and over confident.  As an attorney, he had top representation, but
with the Sheppard’s power, theirs were better.

His attorneys
presented medical reports on his Bipolar II condition with fanfare, expecting
an immediate acquittal.  Tiaan’s attorneys did not back down, nor did the judge
accept their reasoning.  Greg Scott was an intelligent, educated man and within
his full senses when he decided to stop taking his medication.

When Greg was
called to the witness stand, he looked directly at Allison and smiled
lovingly.  Tiaan stiffened and his hand holding hers tightened.

Tiaan’s
attorney, Marcus Schultz approached him at the witness stand, deliberately
stepping in front of Allison.

“Mr. Scott, please
tell the court, what your relationship to Miss Hadley is.”

“She is my fiancée. 
We are to be married.”

“
Your fiancée
? 
I am confused Mr. Scott.  It was in the newspapers just last week that Miss
Hadley and Mr. Tiaan Sheppard have been dating for a few months

“My little Sparkles
is just confused.  She knows she belongs to me and we were meant to be.”

“Mr. Scott,
are you deliberately trying to confuse the court?  Pretending ignorance of your
surroundings and situation?”

“I have no
idea what you are referring to.”

“Let me
refresh your memory then. You only recently returned to New York, did you not?”

“Yes.”

“Where were
you before?”

“I worked in
Canada for just over three years.”

“Where was
Miss Hadley during that time?”

“She remained
behind.  She had just started her own practice and I could not expect her to
give it up.”

“And how often
did you see her during those three years.”

“Nvr,” Greg
mumbled incoherently

“I’m sorry.  I
did not hear that.”

“We did not
visit.  We were both too busy.”

“Mr. Scott,
you have been present in this courtroom the past week, have you not?”

“Of course.”

“Do you recall
the testimony from various mutual friends and family members, regarding the
history of your relationship with Miss Hadley?”

“Yes, but none
of them were within our intimate circle.  They did not know anything.”

“In other
words, you deny that you had broken off your engagement with Miss Hadley three
days before your wedding?”

“Most
emphatically.”

“Do you also
deny that you in fact had a lover for nearly a year at the time of the assumed
breakup?”

“Simla was
just a…very good friend that supported me when I needed her.”

“Sexually
supported you, yes. Is it not true Mr. Scott that you and Simla left for Canada
two days after you broke up with Miss Hadley?  That you, in fact, were engaged
to her and lived with her for over a year.”

It went on and
on.  Allison felt as if they were talking in circles and she wanted to scream.
He was asked to step down and Marcus went ahead and called Willow, Savannah and
her parents once again.  All of them reiterated the break-up.

The defense attorneys
insisted that Greg was still medically unfit to testify and the judge ordered
an independent psychiatrist to evaluate him over a period of two days.  The
case was proposed to commence on Monday.

“He was
deliberately drawing us in circles.  His intent was to postpone and he is
clearly going to try to bullshit his way past the psychiatrist.”  Marcus was
annoyed and it showed in his voice as they walked out of the courthouse.

“If they
declare him mentally unstable, what would that mean?”  Allison asked tiredly.

“It could mean
that he would be released under medical observation.  That he did not know what
he was doing and there was no malicious intent when he went to find you in
Bali.”

“What does it
mean, under medical observation?”

“No sentence
apart from going for regular psychiatric evaluations for a certain period of
time.”

Allison paled
and Tiaan hugged her against his side.

“How can they not
see that he is manipulating them?”

“I believe the
judge is well aware of it, Miss Hadley, which is why he called for the
evaluation.  That way his defense attorney won’t be able to appeal for a
mistrial because his condition was ignored.  The judge was quite clever about
it too.  Scott was taken directly to the clinic for the evaluation.  If he went
at a later stage, he could have stopped taking his medication and then been found
unstable.  Now, they will be able to establish exactly when he last took his
medication and his current state of mind.  Personally, I don’t think we have
anything to be concerned about.”

Marcus sounded
so self-assured that it set Allison’s mind at ease, however she could not shake
a feeling of dread in her mind.  The way Greg had looked at her and still
claiming to be her fiancé really bothered her.   What was he trying to achieve
by pretending to be unstable?  Did he not realize what that would do to his
career if it came to light that he was playacting? 

Or was there
more to his actions than any of them realized?  He had been released on bail
and placed under house arrest after the preliminary hearing, on the condition
that his father was responsible for him.  As a retired judge, he still wielded
some influence, and
that
more than anything, concerned Allison.

When the case
commenced on Monday, the evaluation and interrogation of the independent
psychiatrist proved that Greg was within his full senses during the proceedings. 
He was taking his medication regularly and that his actions in court the
previous week, were not a result of his Bipolar condition.

Marcus
continued his case and called forth two women that Allison did not know.  It
turned out to be two women he had gotten engaged to over the past two years and
both times, dropped them in a similar fashion to Allison.  Finally he called
Simla.  Allison was shocked.  She did not think that she would testify against
Greg.  No matter how their relationship suffered, she truly loved Greg.

“Please tell
the court why you volunteered to come and testify in this case, Miss Anderson.”

“I am aware of
Greg’s diagnosis with bipolar disease, it happened a few months after we broke up. 
However, whether it is the disease or something more, I do not know, but he is
crazy.  He did the exact same thing to me that he did to Allison.  He broke off
the engagement two months before we were supposed to be married, having another
woman waiting.  A year later I met someone else and moved in with him.  The
moment that happened, Greg appeared, claiming he still loved me and that I belonged
to him.  He did not abduct me, but he terrorized me for nearly four months.  He
even ignored the restraining order I had against him.  He became completely
obsessed with me all of a sudden.  I could not stand it anymore and my fiancé
approached him and warned him to stay away from me.  They got into a fight and
Greg ended up in the hospital with concussion - it was that violent.  His
father intervened and I decided not to take it further.  Now I am sorry I
didn’t.”

The judge
convened the hearing for deliberation.  Upon returning to the courtroom, he
indicated that he wanted an in-depth psychiatric evaluation performed on Greg
Scott, including conditions of extreme psychotic mental illnesses which could
be associated with Bipolar or the medication he was taking.

Greg exploded
and shouted at the judge, “
You decrepit old fart!  I am not crazy!
  I
know exactly what I want and how to get it in life.  You are not going to stop
me.  Allison Hadley is
mine
and I will get her.  You are not going to
bury me in some psychiatric ward.  My father will see to that.”

Greg was detained
and shackled immediately.  The judge did not appear to be fazed at all.

“Mr. Scott,
based on the evidence before me and the pending psychiatric evaluations, you
will either end up in jail or in a locked up psychiatric facility.  I would
contain myself if I was you.”

He turned to
the court and addressed the attorneys and the bailiff.  “The accused will be
escorted directly to the State Psychiatric facility for immediate evaluation. 
He will remain in custody for the remainder of his evaluation and until the
case has been finalized.  His bail is hereby revoked.”

He rose and
nodded at the attorneys.  “Court adjourned.”

Tiaan and
Allison were both relieved that his bail had been revoked.  Knowing he was out
there, still threatening her, had been a worry to both of them. 

“I just wish
this whole nightmare would come to an end.  I want to forget about the fact
that I even knew him, let alone had a history with him.”

Tiaan held
Allison close and kissed her on top of her head.  “It is nearly over, my love. 
You heard the judge.  There is no way he is going to walk free from this.”

“That is a relief at least.”

A week later they were back in
court and the head of the State Psychiatric facility appeared to give the
results.  Greg sat listening, his face devoid of expression.

“It has been
found that Greg Scott is suffering from triarchic psychopathic personality strain
disorder.  It is a hereditary disorder and upon further investigation it was
found that the grandfather of the accused also suffered from the condition.  It
is possible, but not confirmed that the bipolar medication most-likely kept the
psychopathic symptoms primarily contained.  It stands to reason that the
disorder culminated so quickly to the level it reached because he stopped
taking his prescribed medication.  Triarchic strain is the worst of the
disorder and adding Bipolar to it, he is extremely volatile and unpredictable.”

“What type of
characteristics drive the disorder?”  The Judge wanted to know.

“There are
various factors that drive the disorder, amongst which are boldness, a low fear
including stress-tolerance, toleration of unfamiliarity and danger, as well as
high self-confidence and social assertiveness. Dis-inhibition that corresponds
to impairments in frontal lobe systems and in his case the strongest are
meanness and a desire to control and gain empowerment. He lacks empathy and meaningful
close attachments with others, which may be why he tried to force a connection
with the various women. As a rule Psychopaths have a preference for violent
sexual behavior and with the Triarchic strain it is no different.”

“What kind of
treatment do you propose?”

“Certain
psychiatric medications may alleviate conditions sometimes associated with
TPSD, or with symptoms such as aggression, including antipsychotic,
antidepressant or mood-stabilizing medications.  In Greg Scott’s case … it is difficult
to ascertain how effective it will be.  He has learned how to manipulate his
disease and actions with the use of his bipolar medication. The medication will
be suggested with additional strong electro-therapy and counseling sessions. 
This is however a long drawn out process and he will have to be admitted to a
psychiatric institution.”

Greg exploded
once again.  “I will not be locked up in any institution.  Tell him, Dad!”

He turned to
his father, who sat behind him, a pained expression on his face and Greg’s
mother sat crying beside him.  It was clear that this time his father realized
his hands were tied.  More so, his next words, his sorrow that he did not
address the issue earlier.  His voice was sad and he had tears in his eyes.

“No, son, I
should not have tried to avoid this for so long.  When you were diagnosed with
Bipolar I suspected you had the same condition as your grandfather.  I should have
demanded the specialists to start preventive medication.  I blame myself for
this.  I am sorry, Greg.”

“What are you
saying, Dad?”

“You have to
get well, Greg.  It is for the best.”

Greg slumped
in his chair, disbelief on his face.  He was devastated, so much so that he did
not hear the jury finding him guilty and the judge’s immediate issuing of his sentence. 
Greg was to be incarcerated within the State Psychiatric hospital for as long
as it took to be completely cured or maintain normalcy with medication.  At
that point the court would decide if he could be released into the community
and under what conditions.

For the first
time since Greg held her hostage in Bali, Allison breathed a sigh of relief. 
She wrapped her arms around Tiaan and hugged him tight.