Stolen Rapture Read Online Free Page B
Author: Denyse Bridger
him."
"I'm asking you."
Rahve had taken a few steps away and he strolled back and sat next to her. The heat that radiated from his body scorched her through the thin sheet, and for a few seconds, Deluna wanted him to touch her. He smiled, and she squirmed a little.
"Cord thinks he can control you, doesn't he?" Rahve's laughter rumbled over her like a wave of heat caressing her entire body, inside and out. "He thinks if he ties your hands or blindfolds you he's in control." Rahve's dark eyes gleamed. "You and I know there's so much more he doesn't understand about you."
Deluna knew her face was stained scarlet with embarrassment, and she stared at him, unable to answer. A soft knock at the door saved her from a conversation with Rahve that she knew was a lot more dangerous than she was ready for.
"Don't look so worried, Deluna," Rahve said. He smiled, a lazy, sensual shift of his handsome features. "Cord will think I've been seducing you."
She had no answer for him, and was distinctly relieved when he walked away, opened the door, and Cord came in.
* * * * *
"We cater to all women in this establishment, Cord, or have you forgotten that part of our agreement?"
Cord shivered in response to the paralyzing ice that stroked his spine, a cold that was born in Rahve's quiet words.
"I haven't forgotten, but does everything have to be universal?"
Laughter was the first reply, then a heavy hand settled on his shoulder a moment before Rahve's richly layered voice rumbled near Cord's ear. "Reread your contract if the terms weren't clear enough for your understanding. I know you want to create something that is exclusively for Deluna, but she's not part of the deal here."
"I thought you of all people would be happy to see her have something special," Cord replied.
Rahve's eyebrow arched and his smile was mocking. "Why would you think that?"
Cord's eyes glittered and his mood darkened. "Might have something to do with the way you watch her," he growled quietly. "The way you watched her just before she passed out at your house. The way you watch me fuck her," he added, challenging the older man to deny it. The past had been repeated so often it was expected now.
Rahve's amusement increased and he laughed outright when Cord's expression turned venomous. "Are you afraid she might enjoy my attention more than she does your efforts to tame her?"
"Fuck you, Rahve."
"Another time," he said, his tone bland. "When you're in a better mood."
Cord bit back a snarl at the calm and cordial quality of his voice; a tiny coil of fear slithering up his spine when he looked into Rahve's dark eyes and found no real humor in them.
"I want to give her this, a gift of something original designed solely for her. Will you let our people make it from the design?"
"I don't pay them to indulge you, Cord."
"You're a bastard, you know."
Rahve snorted. "And you're only now discovering that?"
The ringing of a phone interrupted any reply Cord might have been planning and he glanced at the caller ID, smiling without realizing it when he saw her name.
"Give her my love," Rahve said with a laugh, heading toward the door. He paused and glanced at Cord before he left the office. "Take the design to Sherri. If she's willing to work it for you, do it. I'll demand payment, but you already know that."
* * *
"I thought you were working—" Deluna abruptly stopped speaking when she opened the door and came face to face with Rahve, not Cord.
"He's working late," Rahve said, clearly amused by how flustered she was at his presence. "I thought you might like some company."
"So you decided you'd keep me entertained in Cord's absence. Thanks, Rahve, but I'd rather be alone."
He leaned on the doorframe and one eyebrow rose. "I wonder why I don't believe you?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
A grin flashed across his features. "Fear."
A chill kissed the back of her neck. She had good reason to be afraid of him. Something about Rahve made her feel self-conscious and
"I'm asking you."
Rahve had taken a few steps away and he strolled back and sat next to her. The heat that radiated from his body scorched her through the thin sheet, and for a few seconds, Deluna wanted him to touch her. He smiled, and she squirmed a little.
"Cord thinks he can control you, doesn't he?" Rahve's laughter rumbled over her like a wave of heat caressing her entire body, inside and out. "He thinks if he ties your hands or blindfolds you he's in control." Rahve's dark eyes gleamed. "You and I know there's so much more he doesn't understand about you."
Deluna knew her face was stained scarlet with embarrassment, and she stared at him, unable to answer. A soft knock at the door saved her from a conversation with Rahve that she knew was a lot more dangerous than she was ready for.
"Don't look so worried, Deluna," Rahve said. He smiled, a lazy, sensual shift of his handsome features. "Cord will think I've been seducing you."
She had no answer for him, and was distinctly relieved when he walked away, opened the door, and Cord came in.
* * * * *
"We cater to all women in this establishment, Cord, or have you forgotten that part of our agreement?"
Cord shivered in response to the paralyzing ice that stroked his spine, a cold that was born in Rahve's quiet words.
"I haven't forgotten, but does everything have to be universal?"
Laughter was the first reply, then a heavy hand settled on his shoulder a moment before Rahve's richly layered voice rumbled near Cord's ear. "Reread your contract if the terms weren't clear enough for your understanding. I know you want to create something that is exclusively for Deluna, but she's not part of the deal here."
"I thought you of all people would be happy to see her have something special," Cord replied.
Rahve's eyebrow arched and his smile was mocking. "Why would you think that?"
Cord's eyes glittered and his mood darkened. "Might have something to do with the way you watch her," he growled quietly. "The way you watched her just before she passed out at your house. The way you watch me fuck her," he added, challenging the older man to deny it. The past had been repeated so often it was expected now.
Rahve's amusement increased and he laughed outright when Cord's expression turned venomous. "Are you afraid she might enjoy my attention more than she does your efforts to tame her?"
"Fuck you, Rahve."
"Another time," he said, his tone bland. "When you're in a better mood."
Cord bit back a snarl at the calm and cordial quality of his voice; a tiny coil of fear slithering up his spine when he looked into Rahve's dark eyes and found no real humor in them.
"I want to give her this, a gift of something original designed solely for her. Will you let our people make it from the design?"
"I don't pay them to indulge you, Cord."
"You're a bastard, you know."
Rahve snorted. "And you're only now discovering that?"
The ringing of a phone interrupted any reply Cord might have been planning and he glanced at the caller ID, smiling without realizing it when he saw her name.
"Give her my love," Rahve said with a laugh, heading toward the door. He paused and glanced at Cord before he left the office. "Take the design to Sherri. If she's willing to work it for you, do it. I'll demand payment, but you already know that."
* * *
"I thought you were working—" Deluna abruptly stopped speaking when she opened the door and came face to face with Rahve, not Cord.
"He's working late," Rahve said, clearly amused by how flustered she was at his presence. "I thought you might like some company."
"So you decided you'd keep me entertained in Cord's absence. Thanks, Rahve, but I'd rather be alone."
He leaned on the doorframe and one eyebrow rose. "I wonder why I don't believe you?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
A grin flashed across his features. "Fear."
A chill kissed the back of her neck. She had good reason to be afraid of him. Something about Rahve made her feel self-conscious and
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