Tempted by Fate (The Fate Trilogy Book Two) (3 page)

“Do you want my fingers inside you, Dove?” he
asked as he pulled his face from my chest.

“Yes,” I breathed as I ran my hand along his
cock. He shoved his fingers back into me and began to work my pussy, sliding
them out to stroke my clit and then slipping them back in again. The pressure
between my legs grew. I spread my legs farther, opening myself up to his
fingers, and pushed myself against his hand. He delved deeper inside me,
brushing against a delicious spot, and I gasped as the tingling feeling in my
core reached its breaking point. I orgasmed in throbbing little bursts. “Oh, oh
Victor,” I cried, gripping his cock tighter in my hand as my pussy contracted.

“Dove,” he said softly as he pulled his
fingers from me. I leaned into him, trying to regain my strength. “Get down on
your knees and take me in your mouth.” I knelt down, hoping to make him feel as
I did. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his shaft coyly and worked him
with my hands. As his grip on my robe tightened, I took him into my mouth,
enveloping the width of him with my tongue and sucking gently. He rocked his
hips back and forth slowly, moving his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust
until he hit the back of my throat.

One of my greatest pleasures was making him
moan; it was one of the few times I knew I was in control of how he felt, and
he did so now, a low and gravelly rumble that seemed to come from the center of
him. He grabbed my braid and pulled it back, forcing my head up to look at his
blazing blue eyes. I couldn’t look away; his gaze was magnetic. I found myself
wanting to know what lay beyond those peculiar blue eyes. What was it that he
had hidden deep within him?
I want to know all of you, Victor
. His eyes
lingered on me for a moment as he thrust one final time. His cum filled my
mouth, and my tongue tingled from its warmth. I swallowed when he was finished
and grasped at his muscled legs, my body absolutely spent.

“Stand up, Dove.” I did and he immediately
embraced me, holding me tight against his chest as his hand rested on the back
of my head. He pulled me away for a minute to kiss me passionately on the lips.
I reciprocated eagerly, running my tongue around the inside of his mouth. He
tasted of peppermint toothpaste, as well as something that was entirely him.

He kissed my forehead and held me as the
birds continued their morning song. We were silent for a few moments before he
spoke. “Did you enjoy Paris?”

“It was…” I trailed off, at a loss for words
to describe the past few weeks, “life-changing. But I don’t think that even
begins to describe my time here.”

“You’ve changed since we arrived here. I’m
surprised by how quickly you’ve adapted to this lifestyle.”

“Were you thinking I was a lost cause?” I
teased.

“It might have crossed my mind.” He gave me
that lazy, sensuous smile that always made my heart flutter.

He was quiet for a moment before suddenly
gripping my arm. “Dove, I think I might—”

I bit my lip nervously as the blood in my veins
began to warm. His grip on me tightened for a moment before he released me. He
ran his hands through his dark blond hair and laughed quietly to himself.
“Never mind.” I turned sharply and fixed my gaze on the distant skyline, unable
to look at him.

His vulnerability from last night still
lingered, but this time it was more subdued and less caustic. What is it you
want to say to me? The silence between us grew tense, relieved only by his
clipped words, “Our plane leaves in a few hours. We’ll pack and leave as soon
as we can.”

Once again, he was reaffirming the distance
between us.

When I went back into the room, I was greeted
with the savory scent of coffee, bacon, eggs and toast delivered by room
service while we were out on the balcony. We ate unceremoniously before
grabbing our belongings and shoving them into bags. I was going back to
California with much more than I had brought to Paris, thanks to Victor’s
desire for me to look as lavish as possible. “I can barely fit everything,” I
said as I pressed down my suitcase with all my weight and attempted to zip it
shut.

"You can leave some things behind."
He closed his own suitcase and locked it.

"You're kidding," I said under my
breath. I pressed the suitcase down and managed to zip it shut. "There's
no way I'm leaving any of this behind. There!"

He gave me a weary smile. "Ready?"

I nodded, but I couldn’t smile in return.

***

The plane ride home was difficult for me. My
eyes were glued to the window as I stared at the Parisian scenery growing smaller
with the distance, trying to ingrain the final image of the city in my mind.
Who knew when I would be back. The tension between me and Victor was palpable.
I worried that if I opened my mouth I would find myself asking him what he had
wanted to say to me on the balcony. But that would have upset him, furthering
the rift between us. I remained quiet for most of the trip. My life in the
United States seemed so uncertain, as did my life in Paris when we first
arrived there. Victor had been so close to opening up to me in Paris; would
that dissipate once vacation was over and we were back in San Francisco?

We landed in California at the edge of
morning. I had watched the sun rise over the hilly terrain of the Bay Area, the
sky a canvas of rosy pink and pale orange hues. Oscar was waiting by Victor’s
car and greeted us warmly. “I hope your trip was enjoyable, Mr. Draper, Dove.”
He nodded and gave me a smile.

“It was.” Victor gave Oscar a friendly pat on
the shoulder. “We had beautiful weather for most of our stay.” We put our
luggage in the trunk and slid into the backseat. Victor sighed as we began
driving. “Jet lag after returning from Europe has always been a problem for me,
so I think we might relax for the rest of the day.” I glanced at him as he
spoke. Even after a ten hour plane ride, he looked as composed as ever.

“Very well, Mr. Draper,” Oscar said.

It felt strange to be back at the mansion;
everything was the way we left it. Karen was dusting the banisters as we walked
through the door and seemed happy—and a bit surprised—to see me with Victor. I
glanced down at what I was wearing and decided that I did look different from
the girl who left weeks ago. I wasn’t sporting the usual plain white blouse and
pencil-shaped skirt. Instead, I was wearing tight jeans and a silky blue
button-up top that clung to my skin. Although I was still thin, I had gained
some weight since I left for France. It was most noticeable in my breasts,
which were pushed up with a new bra, yet another new article of clothing from
the trip to Paris.

“Well you two look like you had a good time.
And you sure do have a rosy glow, Dove,” Karen said as she set down her feather
duster. “Although, you must be tired. I drew a bath for you and set some clean
sheets on your bed.”

“Thank you, Karen,” I said gratefully. Ever
since I arrived at the mansion, everyone who worked there was kind to me, but I
had always been closest with Karen. I made my way to the large staircase and
sighed with exhaustion. A warm bath followed by a nap seemed like the best
thing for me now.

Betty peeked out from the kitchen. “Welcome
home!” She had a giant smile on her face. “I have dinner ready whenever you
want it.”

I gave her a friendly wave. Was this home for
me? Home was a place that I could always come back to. I looked up at Victor
and my heart flipped in my chest at the thought of living with him for the rest
of my life. Would it be crazy to even consider it?

***

I quickly went back to my duties as a maid in
the week that followed, cleaning up whenever Karen or Victor requested, and at
times helping Betty prepare the meals. Victor spent most of his time at the
office but when he was home, I tried to avoid him—the tension between us from
the end of our trip was still obvious and I knew I’d only get angry with him
when he refused to open up to me.

But on Friday, he came home early from work
and spotted me in the kitchen as I was helping Betty put away some dishes. I
ignored him at first, pretending as though I didn’t see him until he put his
hand on my shoulder, forcing me to acknowledge his presence. I wasn’t sure how
to behave around him when he was home. I wondered if the contract was the only
reason he was keeping me around.

“Dove, there’s something I want to show you.”
I furrowed my brow before placing a glass in the cupboard and turning to him.
His face looked expectant, his blue eyes as soft as I’d ever seen them. He took
my hand in his and led me upstairs to a room that had been locked since I
arrived at the mansion.

He took a key out from his pocket and turned
the lock. “I didn’t forget my promise to give you any art supplies you want.”
He opened the door and flicked the switch. He put his hand lightly on my back
as he led me through the door.

I gasped and brought my hands to my chest.
It was more than I could have ever even dreamed of. What lay before me was
a complete art studio. A large easel stood in the middle of the room beneath a
glass chandelier. A blank canvas leaned against the easel, ready for me to use.
More canvases were propped against the wall, and on several tables there
were a variety of paints: oil, acrylics, watercolors. I walked around the room
and noticed that there were also pastels, pencils, and high-quality markers. A
couch was set up in one corner of the room with an oil painting of an ancient
Roman ruin hung above it.
The rest of the walls were bare. “You can hang
up your paintings if you’d like.”

The curtains were drawn away from the massive
windows, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the room and its contents. “This
is perfect. Absolutely perfect,” I whispered.

He smiled. “This room is all yours.”

My emotions were about to burst. Forgetting
about our last morning in Paris, I ran across the room and jumped into his
arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back as I
showered him with thank you’s. I pulled away so that I was looking him in the
eyes before kissing him squarely on the mouth. “This is more amazing than I
ever imagined.”

He seemed to be taken aback by my outburst.
He set me gently on my feet and chuckled. “And I thought I might’ve been
overdoing it.”

“I’ve got to start working,” I exclaimed,
eager to take advantage of my new space.

“There’s something I wanted to tell you
first. The Lotus Art gallery is opening next week, I got us tickets.”

I beamed up at him. I loved art galleries.
“That sounds wonderful.” Once again I looked around at everything he gave me,
tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m still amazed that you remember so much
about art, yet know nothing else about your past,” he said. “It’s such a
peculiar thing to hold onto.”

“Sometimes when I’m in bed I close my eyes
and try to remember bits and pieces of my life. I get the feeling that I’m
about to uncover something, but it always disappears.” I gave him a half smile.
“Maybe I wasn’t meant to remember anything. The more I’m with you, the less I
worry about it.”

He tugged a lock of my hair. “Do you mean to
be so honest with me?”

I panicked, had I said too much? But then I
noticed that he was smiling. “I don’t see the point in lying.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
He then pulled me close and pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Your hair always smells like lavender.”

My heart began to pound as it always did when
he was that close to me. How the hell did he do it?

“Is it bothering you?” I asked.

“Lavender used to grow around here when I was
younger.” He pulled back and unbuttoned the top of my blouse. His thumb trailed
across the fullness of my breasts before he lowered my bra straps and cupped
one breast in his hand. He knelt on the floor and took my nipple into his
mouth, wrapping his warm tongue around its hardened tip. I gasped as he pulled
away from me and pinched it between his fingers, the faint pulse of desire
starting up between my legs.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lowered
my head onto his and softly moaned. He stood up, taking one of my hands and
placing it onto his cock. I felt it harden at my touch. He finished unbuttoning
my blouse and pulled it off my body. He unhooked my bra and set it on top of my
discarded top. Goosebumps rose from my skin as the air of the room hit my naked
torso, and I could practically feel the heat emanating from Victor’s body.

“You were very bad this week, Dove. Avoiding
me whenever I was home,” he said, his voice silky and sensuous. “I think it’s
time you come into my bedroom where I can teach you a lesson.”