Forbidden Lust (3 page)

They’d kept her away while she worked on her schooling and they made the plans for her future. A small part of her did want to experience the Compound, and see if anyone around here might be the perfect match for her because she was lonely and her sister and Dane didn’t see that. On the flip side, she was scared shitless of going up there. Once a woman entered those doors, sometimes she didn’t come out.

Fathers sold their daughters to the Compound. The rich used it for their personal sexual needs, on the unfortunate girls that didn’t get matched up. Damn Compound became the heart of the town and everyone around had a use for it.

However, the rules to the place were changing. It had been rumored a while ago that girls were showing up to be matched only they weren’t as innocent as they appeared to be. Some of the men around felt like they were getting screwed on the idea of having a pure wife. Makayla snorted at this crazy idea. Who gave a shit if a girl was a virgin or not when she went there? Everyone had the right to go there and try to get matched up to the right person.

Then why are you wanting to run from it?

Taking a deep breath, Makayla tried to stay calm as she paced the small confines of the locked room—a small bedroom with a tiny bathroom. Narrow bed, no color on the walls, no color to the blanket on the bed—nada— a very depressing room. She couldn’t sleep, hadn’t expected to. How the hell could anyone sleep after being dragged from one place and locked in another?

She stopped pacing when the lock turned and the door opened. Swinging around she watched as the same woman who’d met her upon her arrival came in with a tray. She placed it on the nightstand next to the bed then straightened up.

“I’m the mistress of the Compound,” she said. “I run things here.”

“Well, good for you.” Makayla crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the woman. “When the hell do I get out of here?”

“You’ve been requested,” she went on. “And when the gentleman comes is when you will be let out.”

“That’s bullshit. Berdina Knight needs to be called right now.”

“You have ten minutes to eat your breakfast.” She turned and walked out the door.

Makayla picked up the bowl of oatmeal and threw it as hard as she could at the door as it locked. “Stick your breakfast up your ass!” she screamed. The bowl shattered, oatmeal going all over the wall.

Then minutes later the mistress came back, but not alone. The door opened, she walked in and with her two men. They came inside, grabbed Makayla by the arms and pulled her from the room. They dragged her down a hall and into another room that reminded her of the medical center back in her old boarding school.

“Please strip and put on this robe,” a woman standing at a counter said as she wrote something down on some paper.

“Why?” Makayla asked.

“Because I need to examine you.”

“Hell no.” Makayla shook her head and turned to run, but two very large women dressed in white blocked her escape. They were strong, placed her face forward against the table and stripped her. Once naked, they put her ass up on that table and strapped her down. Never before in her whole life had she felt so damned helpless.

It didn’t take long. She was inspected inside and out, then they shaved and waxed her. Once they finished they released Makayla and she slipped into the robe since they took her clothing from her.

Once more, she was hauled down a hall and back into a bedroom, the door locked. It didn’t look like the same room she was in earlier but it had the same look and cold feeling.

Lunch was brought in and Makayla looked at it in disgust. A plain thin meat sandwich, apple and a glass of milk. That was it. She shook her head, turned her back on the food and went over to the small window.

She thought about her sister. Was Samara going nuts wondering what was happening to her? Was Dane hunting down the guy who had her summoned here and was beating the shit out of him? Was Nana okay?

When the sun lowered, a visitor arrived. The mistress came in, followed by the two large women once more and they ripped her clothes off. They escorted Makayla out of the room and into a large pool like bath. The women washed her from head to toe, dried, then rubbed her down with some scented lotion. Instead of the robe being given to her, a sheer nightie, something that she would never wear in her wildest dreams, was slipped over her body.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” Makayla demanded again.

“I’ve already told you,” the mistress answered.

“No you haven’t said shit. Who is this guy?”

“One who wishes to remain anonymous for the moment.”

“For the moment? Why?”

“In case you are not a match of course. Let’s go.”

“What!” A thick blanket like cloak was placed over her shoulders and a blindfold slipped over her eyes, encasing her in darkness. Rough, large hands grabbed hers, preventing her from removing the blindfold.

Someone with power or money made a request.

“Open your mouth and drink this,” she was told.

She drank down a cool, soothing, but somewhat bitter liquid, feeling warmth spread throughout her body, pooling between her legs. Her clit began throbbing slightly and she could feel a slight dampness between her thighs. Totally in the dark, Makayla was taken from the room. She had no clue where she was going but a good idea where she might be heading. They were taking her to
him
!

She could hear things. Moans, gasps, some crying. It was all so foreign to her, frightening, constantly reminding her as she walked of where she was and what goes on behind these closed doors. Then she was reminded of the stories she heard from the few people she had spoken to and had asked questions of concerning the Compound. Not too many would answer her questions, and the few that did know refused to tell her too much. They had said it was better she didn’t know since she would never be going there. Boy, were they wrong there.

She heard a door open. The smell of fresh bread greeted her as she was led into another room, then her escorts stopped her. Makayla could hear everything around her. Breathing of others close by, whispering. She even picked up this faint scene of a man’s cologne.

She jumped when someone touched the side of her face. She turned her head away and another hand touched her other side, turning her face forward.

“Don’t be frightened,” a male voice whispered, his breath touching her ear, tickling her slightly.

Makayla tried to pull back away from him but couldn’t. Her escorts still held onto her hands and this man had a hold of her face. She could feel his breath moving from her ear, touching her cheek, resting near her lips. Her heart pounded in her chest. Fear of the unknown had her in its grip. She was powerless to prevent anything from happening—from him touching her, looking at her. Maybe even kissing her.
Shit! If he kisses me and we match I’m screwed!

Her mouth went dry with the thought. She’d only been kissed once and that was at school. She had asked one of her friends to kiss her so she could know what to expect. He had obliged her with a small peck on the lips. Feeling this man’s breath on her lips had her tingling in anticipation.

He first brushed his lips across hers. When a slight sigh slipped through her lips, he went in, his tongue going past her open lips into her mouth. He touched hers, then pulled back and thrust back in. He turned her head, cocked it to the side and kissed her even deeper. A moan left him, and still he kissed her. He stole her breath and left her with a sweet, lingering taste in her mouth.

She couldn’t breathe, felt like she was going to fall to the ground. And then he stopped, pulled back, rubbing her lips with his fingers. Makayla couldn’t help herself and leaned forward for more. When she realized what she was doing, she straightened up and shook her head until his hands left her face, and she licked her lips.

Hands released hers and with a jerk, the cloak that gave her protection was yanked from her body. She gasped, crossing her arms over her breasts. She could hear them leaving and the turn of a lock.

When she reached up to take the blindfold off, hands grabbed her wrists from behind.

“No!”

The order was sharp and in her ear. Her captor forced her to walk forward. “Who are you?” she asked.

He stopped. She felt him close to her face again, his body heat coming from her back, hard contours of his flesh against her. He released her arms, reached around and pushed her hair aside, resting his chin on her shoulder.

He rubbed up and down on her arms. “You are so very beautiful, Makayla Tabor. Very much worth the wait. You’ve grown so much in the past years, and Dane has made this moment very hard to happen.”

She jumped when his hand touched her belly. Makayla could barely control her breathing and he made it even harder to do when he slid it upward, at the underside of her breast. She twisted out of his arms, yanked the blindfold off and looked at the man who obviously had enough power in this town to get whatever it was he wanted.

“You!” she heaved, breathing hard.

“Hello, Makayla.”

Darius Alistair stood before her, dressed in white silk pants that should be loose fitting but weren’t, and she knew who he was. She’d seen him at her twenty-first birthday, and had heard Dane bitch about him all the time, but she never dreamed that he’d be the one to have her summoned to the Compound. Hell, she didn’t think he had that kind of power, come to think about it.

His chest was bare, and his feet. A grin tugged the corners of his mouth and between his legs, her eyes widened on the obvious tent of his arousal. Clearly, he had no shame in the fact she saw it. It all equaled to her being so fucked she didn’t know what to do next.

Standing proudly before her, she took in his washboard abs, thick black hair that was neither long nor short. Dark, forbidding eyes looking their fill at her body made Makayla instantly uneasy about being scantily dressed in a locked room with him.

She took several steps back, crossed her arms over her breasts and raised her chin at him, standing her ground. “Dane is going to kill you for this.”

He smiled, and she so wanted to melt at his feet with that smile. “Maybe, but he’s not here tonight. It’s just you and me.”

* * * *

Darius fought damn hard to stay put and not rush up to her, taking her where she stood. He must’ve had a hungry look in his eyes by the way she kept backing away from him.

Take it slow!
Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room. “So what do you think of the room? Kind of nice.”

“Small talk?” she huffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Hungry?” He turned to the food spread out on the table. Sitting down, lounging back on the pillows, he pulled out the bottle of wine chilling in a bucket of ice and read the label. “Not bad, but I’ve got better in my stock.”

“This is ridiculous.” Makayla shook her head and went to the door.

“We’re locked in for the night,” he told her, popping the cork, pouring the liquid in the two glasses. “Which by now you should know.”

“This is such bullshit.”

“Come over here and have something to eat. I’m sure what they tried to feed you today sucked.” Darius began serving the food, waiting for her to join him. “Oh wait, you didn’t eat what they tried to feed you today, so you must be hungry. Come.” He patted a spot next to him and smiled up at her. “You’re going to need all the energy you can get tonight.”

“What’s your name again?”

“Darius.”

“Yeah, well, um Darius, I think this little game of yours has gone on long enough. So why don’t you just call that woman who brought me here and have her let me go about my merry old way and you can keep your nuts intact. Otherwise, Dane is going to cut them off and feed them to you and I’m going to watch with enjoyment.”

Darius took a big drink, nodded and stood up. “Well I guess being nice at the moment isn’t going to work like I thought. So let’s try a more aggressive approach.”

He went over to her, only to have Makayla back away quickly. It didn’t stop him from charging her, bending over and picking her up, slinging her over his shoulder.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she cried out, twisting her body and pushing up on his shoulder.

He went to the bed and tossed her onto it. She bounced, quickly pushed a hank of hair out of her face and glared up at him. Darius stood on the side, grinning down at her, cocking his head to the side and making sure she knew he was checking her out—thoroughly.

“I had planned on doing this nice and slow, but I see that you like the more direct approach,” he said. “So let’s get right to it then.” He reached for the string holding the white silk pants around his waist and her eyes got huge.

“Are you out of your mind?” she gasped, squirming on the bed. He grinned when she glanced around the room, clearly looking for a place to run.

“I must be,” he drawled, pulled on the string and the pants fell. He stood naked as the day he was born in front of her. “Since I just pissed away a friendship in order to have you.”

Makayla gasped, looked her fill of him—and everything he had to offer. She turned and, as quickly as she could, tried to crawl off the bed. Darius got on the bed just as fast, grabbed hold of the first thing he could, which happened to be the thin lingerie. It ripped down to her waist and she cried out, stopping and coming up on her knees, arms crossed over her breasts. Darius was upon her, arms wrapped around her, holding her tight from behind.

“Enough,” she panted. “I mean it. If you go any further, Da—”

“Dane isn’t here, Makayla,” he said in her ear low. “And the threat of him isn’t going to work with me. I’ve stayed away and have kept my hands to myself for long enough. No more. I’m going to have you.”

She turned her head towards him. “Wh—what’re you going to do?” she asked in a whisper.

“What am I going to do?’ He held her with the one arm, giving his other hand free reign to do as he pleased. Moving it down, Darius cupped her pussy. She gasped and stiffened in his arms. “Anything I want.”

He turned fast, tossing her down to her stomach, lying on top of her. Makayla struggled, kicked and even tried to bite his arm when he fought to get her wrists up to the headboard of the bed. Everything happened so fast that he didn’t have time to get his props that he brought, so Darius had to improvise with what he had.