“As long as you are both all right?” his chief of security enquired again as the other man directed the guests away.
“Yes. I have already told you.”
Vidar continued his pleasurable caress glancing down at his fingers. Her period had still not appeared and he was free to do with her as he wished.
Finally, the security chief left them alone together. Fallon opened her mouth to speak but he pressed his finger to her lips wanting the moment to last a bit longer before the spell was broken.
“Hush,” he instructed in a soft whispered tone.
Vidar lowered himself to his knees. She wasn’t the only person in the room who had been conquered. His tongue curled and licked at the tip of her clit, tasting her juice. Intermittently nibbling gently at the small bud, he twisted his tongue frantically through and over the soft wet folds carving out the letters of the alphabet coaxing yet another climax into being. He looked up at his beautiful captive as she whimpered with delight and cried out her sweet release. The moment she finished coming she dropped to her knees and propelled herself into his arms, sobbing. Captivated at her show of vulnerability he held her close loving the way she clung to him, her anger and resistance finally tamed.
Chapter 6
He scooped her up into his arms and took her straight to their cabin to put her to bed.
“There is someone I must meet with and then I will be straight back,” he said softly sitting on the side of the bed to tuck the sheets further around her. “I won’t be long. Then we can talk.” He brushed his lips across her forehead and stood.
Fallon reached out and grabbed his hand.
“I read up on everything you have gone through. I am sorry about what my father and my family did to you. I am ashamed. I want to help you find your sister,” she told him in a tearful voice.
His heart leapt for her. Vidar sat back down on the bed and raised her up into his arms. He trailed his finger-tips through her silky hair
“Shh. This is not your fault, little one. You are just caught up in the fallout. I read up on you as well,” he smiled. “I have justified taking you away from your father as some kind of rescue.”
“I do not condone what you have done to me but I have to admit I am beginning to feel safe. I have felt so alone and afraid. Lyov has been hassling me to go out. He makes my skin crawl, just like you said. To my shame I actually feel relieved you took me away from all that, even if it is wrong to.”
She buried her face against his tuxedo making him feel warmth. She needed him. That intense protective feeling she kept provoking towards her swept his body again. He did not want to leave her. This was the first time she had opened up to him. He kissed the top of her head and laid her back in the bed resting her head against the soft pillows. The Billionaire looked down at his beautiful captive and touched his lips to hers.
“Do not give yourself a hard time over your feelings. I want you to feel safe with me. As I said I will take care of you and you will not want for anything. Now rest. I will be back soon and if you are awake, we can talk some more.”
Vidar trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of her face to gently wipe away a stray tear, loving the delicate pale softness of her skin. She was beautifully submissive and calm now confined, safe and protected in his bed, her fiery nature conquered at last. They had finally turned a corner in their relationship and she was beginning to respect his dominance over her. After brushing his lips across hers again, he reached up to turn off the light above her and left, locking the door behind him to keep out any stray guests or others trying to sneak a photo to put online. Now he had to engage in some damage control and meet the man who had information on the whereabouts of his sister.
Sven Ericksson was a private detective and a slimy man. He sat on one of the chairs on the small top deck near the bridge of the yacht in the open air under the stars. It was a cool night but bearable. The four men seated included Mark, his close friend and aide, and Michael, his security chief. As Sven was Danish and his friend and security Chief were from the UK, they conversed in English.
“I heard you were looking for your sister from this man,” he gestured to Michael. “And have been for years.”
“Yes, she disappeared a very long time ago and I have never been able to trace any sightings or whereabouts until now. She has been seen in Norway in various places from Oslo to Gerianger and Stavanger recently. There have been two men with her every time. We think they are security.”
“Do you have any photographs?”
“No. There is no photographic evidence.”
“I have no doubt the men will be security. He will not like her going out alone unprotected with the company he keeps. He always wants her safe and to remain his. I have never known a man to dote on a woman he bought as a sex slave. He…”
“Who the hell are you talking about?” Vidar snapped sitting forward in his chair.
“The Latvian, Janis Bukelis.”
“He has Stina?”
“Yes.”
“How do I find him?”
“He is staying at his Manor House in Skjolden at the moment.”
Vidar stared at the man. Skjolden was his birthplace. It seemed odd she had been brought back to her home and he had never known she was
