Relentless Desire Page 5

  He reached over, touched the screen, and watched the document he had been reading when she arrived pop back up, then he pushed the screen back so he could read what was there...

  –Adriaunn Adele Vale

  –Born May 28, 1976, which made her 38 years old.

  –The daughter of Bill and Stella Vale of Minnesota, originally from Taos, New Mexico where her grandparents, William and Jennifer Vale still reside.

  –One sister, Kerrie Brianne Struthers, married to Jake Struthers; two children, Mary and Gina.

  –Her father is a manager of an IT company and transferred to Minneapolis when she was fifteen.

  Bio: She was at the top of her class in everything she did, in every sport she could be in; volleyball, softball, golf, and tennis, and had full scholarship ready when she was sixteen where she was headed to College.

  Therefore, she had been extremely intelligent. He kept reading…

  A week before she was to leave for college, at the age of seventeen, she nearly lost her life after being in a major car wreck in Mexico when visiting her grandparents. Due to her injuries, she never was able to go back to school.

  “Fuck…me, how sad.” It broke his heart to think about it. The girl could have been anything in the world she wanted. She tried to go to college, but failed and dropped out.

  –At the age of twenty-two, she married Cal Kempton in Minnesota, a firefighter who later became a cop. She divorced him at the age of thirty-three when she found out that he had an affair. It was rumored that he may have beaten her and began abusing her to get her to agree to sign the divorce papers. Check medical records. He quickly married the woman he had the affair with. Their children are now five and three, with another child on the way. So she was pregnant before Adri and Cal even divorced.

  The woman had been her best friend in High School, Leisha! “Ouch.”

  –A year later, she moved to New York to try and become a writer, thus far failing in that, she ended up working at Switzer’s after meeting Victoria Switzer at a historical writers Geld at the Westin Hotel. She’s been here working for Victoria ever since.

  This he already knew and so he jumped ahead.

  Blah Blah Blah, I got her here, set her up to work at the Switzer’s Gallery and enabled her to stay in New York. Worked like a charm, too, and I can’t wait to finally fuck her. Yay me. God, I’m such a dick. Sebastian chuckled to himself, never able to deny that truth about himself.

  –Relationship Status: None. She’s taken no lovers since her arrival here.

  He scrolled down to her past history and found where Grantham wrote ‘Gray Area’, not real sure, but she may have been involved at nineteen with a Dausyn Holt—researching him, he found that he was a big black guy who lived on a ranch outside of Taos, New Mexico. Both of their grandparents were best friends. Sebastian suddenly remembered the guy, having seen him at the airport the day Adri arrived in Denver. She had been waiting to meet up with him at the terminal. However, by their body language at the airport, he never caught onto the feeling that they were involved. However, him and the blonde white guy?...that had been a different thing, having seen them look at each other with ‘promise’ in their eyes. He had a feeling her friend Dausyn floated the other way.

  She was slender, with long beautiful legs that he was dying to feel wrap around him, legs that brought her height just under his chin. The rest of her physique was sublime, a man’s fucking wet dream. He was already in love with her nipples, large and round. Then her clit; oh fuck…so large, thick and round. Beautiful! His tongue tingled and ached to lick, suck, and taste her—and he didn’t normally ever eat women out. He just fucked them and used them and then left them. He craved that darling pussy with its thick folds that would massage his cock so perfectly. Her ass, however, was a work of art. “Fucking glorious!”

  She was described as always being the good girl, not sluttish or ever whoring around, always doing what was right, very conservative. So Sebastian guessed the little clit ring was her own private rebellion, just as she tried to tell him. She was spiritual, but not religious. Though she was known to frequent churches, she had no particular standing religion. The investigator said she was described as being faithful, optimistic, kind, outgoing, charismatic, and sweet. She was an animal lover; the outdoorsy type and enjoyed skiing, hiking, biking, fishing, and hunting. Of course, that went with the territory of being raised in a small New Mexico town, ranch land, and then up in Minnesota, didn’t it?

  He stopped for a second and glanced back to the foyer, thinking back on the woman that just left him. Every time he’d seen her before, she always looked so sophisticated, serious, and professional; not quite seeing her out in the wilds of a wilderness toting a gun or fighting a big fish—that was until he clicked on link named photo gallery and all these pictures of her popped up. Good god, Grantham, you are worth your weight in gold, man. He saw that she was very much in the element of New Mexico and Minnesota. Another picture had her out on a ranch, holding a calf down as it was being branded. The next picture had her on a beautiful black Arabian horse, dressed in a proper equestrian outfit with a red jacket over a white shirt, tan fitted pants, and black knee high boots. She wasn’t wearing a hat and had her hair all let down loose about her. “Beautiful.” And then she was also on the same horse except out in the wilderness, Colorado by the looks of it and he just stared at it, unable to pull his eyes from it. She was leaning forward on the horse, her arms crossed over the saddle horn, wearing cowboy boots, a long black duster and a black cowboy hat and just something about it, she was stunning. Gorgeous. There was also a close up of her in the hat and fuck, she looked amazing. “Fuck. me.”

  The next set of pictures he looked through had her up in the mountains skiing, fishing, and posing down next to a huge elk she had just shot. Then she was up north, upland game hunting, holding her pheasant up, and then she was holding up the fish she’d reeled in. She caught Trout, Muskie, Walleye, Large Mouth Bass, and Small Mouth Bass as she fished the rivers and lakes up in Minnesota. Ice fishing, which looked miserable to him, but she was smiling and her cheeks were bright, clearly loving it. “You have to be one crazy mother to do that.”

  Adriaunn Vale was an all American…good girl. So Cute! A rarity these days, at least he’d never known one, until now. He kept searching through all the documents his investigator found for the black streak most everybody had; their dirty secret. But, this girl didn’t seem to have one. At least not one you could find on paper. She didn’t get drunk, but she did have an occasional cocktail with friends and liked the club scene. She didn’t do drugs, wasn’t promiscuous and nasty, actually thought to be a bit of a prude and inexperienced. Boy, wait until she got a load of me, figuratively and literally. He grew a sneering smile at his own crude thoughts, finally withdrawing his hand from his cock and pulling up his fitted boxers.

  So, she ran out because she doesn’t screw total strangers and wasn’t a whore, no matter how much money they were offering her, how much money they were worth or how good looking he was. He wasn’t egotistical, but he knew that he was blessed beyond the stars in his good looks. She ran, even though she’d been affected by his looks and body. He worked his ass off to maintain his muscular body and was extremely smart. He knew he was the whole package and still, she resisted, shut herself down, shoved him away, and then fled—had actually seemed turned off.

  All of that had been a shock to him, to be denied and rejected! He was still somewhat miffed, since that had never happened before. Ever! Adriaunn Vale had just been the very first woman ever to walk away from him, which made the appeal to her more heady.

  Breaking her and making her his ultimate submissive would be all the more rewarding and enjoyable, for the both of them! Suddenly, he saw her down on her knees, bowing her head, apologizing and calling him ‘Sir.’ Ooh fuck that had been beautiful! Of course, first things first, he had to work on her, break her pussy in, since it was small from the lack of use and excessively tight. However, it was very pli
able; he’d force dilators in her and get her ready to receive him. He wanted her to be able to enjoy it, wanted her to like being fucked his way. She’d learn to take it brutal, hard, and nasty. That was how he liked it, needed it, and he wasn’t going to change how he fucked for some all-American sweetheart.

  Oh NO! In addition, in the last set of photo files he discovered she was more than just a sweet, All American good girl, but charitable to the extreme. He looked through pictures of her in some foreign country, South America maybe. She served time on missions; she worked in the hospitals; the pictures were of her hugging sick children and feeding them.

  Hmm, I wonder…what it would be like to actually know someone like this? Is this real? Is she really like this and there’s actually a genuinely nice girl out there? That would be kind of amazing to find out–if she ever lets me near her again. Fuck! Me and my damned impatience—and Stan misleading me! “Great. I’m out to put my dick in Mother fucking Teresa.” He groaned and rolled his eyes closed. Stan Switzer…you are fucking dead or you’ll wish you were when I’m through with you, you son-of-a-bitch! He froze when he heard a car door slam closed and a familiar voice.

  “It’s two billion dollars, what’s he bitching about?”

  Sebastian heard his friend and business partner, causing him to shoot up to his feet as he closed the documents on her. He gripped her panties and ran out of the room. He took the stairs three steps at a time, getting to the top just as the front door opened. “I’ll be right down. I have to make a phone call,” he shouted back and went to the first door on the left. Jerking his tuxedo tie on down, he stepped into his bedroom, forcing all thoughts of Adri out of his head. He concentrated on the men down below, hoping they didn’t see her leave.

  “Who’s the bitch that just left?”

  Shit. No such luck. “No one. Girl from a gallery that just dropped a painting off I’m looking at,” he shouted back down and then went on into his closet where he began to strip. He threw everything on the floor, eyeing down to the panties that peeked out from his pocket. An inner fury began to boil inside of him, seeing Stan Switzer’s face and what he’d like to do to him right now. He lied to him, had him believing Adri was a for sure deal and ready to go. He was lead to believe she was ready for ‘more’ and would be easy now, having her in his bed with no problems. Stan is going to pay for this, especially if I don’t get to have Adri at all—even if I do. I made a fool out of myself with this girl, coming onto her like I did. I feel so completely stupid. Yeah, Stan’s going to be hurting by the time I’m through with him! I’m going to fuck him up. Total F.U.B.A.R. Not right away, but one day, in some way…I’ll get that fucker back.

  “Well, I brought the information on Aragonly for you to look at. Fuckers giving us a mean fight, but that’s where all the fun lies!”

  He picked them up and inhaled her scent again, groaning to fight the ache in his groin. He forced himself to stay in control. Damn. So NICE. Man, she tasted so good and I just know she’ll feel even better when I finally have her.

  He set his phone up on the shelf above the drawers and dialed Switzer’s Gallery, changing out of his tux as the call went through.

  Chapter Thee

  Victoria Switzer rose up from her husband’s crotch; having carried out her part of the bet on whether they’d sell that awful painting or not. She said Adriaunn couldn’t do it and he said she could; a teasing argument ensued and a bet was made. She lost and her mouth was the prize. He smiled, bounced his dark brows, kissed her on the cheek, and then turned and walked out, letting her pick up the phone. “Switzer’s Gallery.”

  “It’s Sebastian. I just bought ‘The Ruin’ from your gallery,” he replied and silence followed. “Fear not, I’m not calling to return it, after…Adriaunn’s interesting description of the painting and what was happening within it, I couldn’t possibly ever part with it now. She was, shall we say, exceptional at her job and did a thorough job at selling it. It will be a fine addition to my private collection. However, I didn’t call about the painting. What I want is physical art, Adriaunn…herself.”

  “Ah-really?” Victoria replied; shock was in her voice. She was obviously stunned anyone would want her to that degree. She quickly cleared her throat and repeated the word, only with claim and protection, an angle. “Really?” She sat back down and smoothed a hand over her desk. Taking a deep breath, she was ready to bargain with the man. She wanted to keep him on her account and sell more art to him. “And ah…who exactly are you, sir?” She didn’t know anything about this man. “Sebastian?”

  After a few seconds of silence he answered her, “It’s me, Victoria. Sebastian. Darvaine?”

  She suddenly shot up to her feet, slamming a hand down on top of her desk to keep her balance, she felt her heart constrict in shock. Oh hell! Darvaine had been the buyer, the client Stan sent Adriaunn to? Oh god! That son of a bitch had helped set this all up! Darvaine was one of Stan’s acquaintances. Victoria knew Darvaine well; all of New York knew the man, or rather, of him. He happened to be her landlord there where the art gallery was, though that wasn’t publicly known, since men like him own several buildings, apartments, warehouses, and businesses. He always bought the buildings cheap, restored them, fixed them up and then he put them up for sale at an astronomical price. However, that wasn’t what bothered her; a wealthy despot seeking a poor country girl out for a bit of fun, a virtual innocent. It was the type of fun he had in mind that was the problem and Victoria knew Adri had never even considered S and M. She wouldn’t doubt if the girl even knew what it was.

  “I see. Um…look, Mr. Darvaine, she—Adriaunn, she is…nowhere near capable of handling a man of your caliber and ah…tastes.” Suddenly, a thought came to her. “Did you touch her?” she asked. There was a long pause on the phone.

  “Of course. However, I didn’t fuck her, much to my displeasure. However, that is my goal, the whole reason behind asking for her to deliver the painting to me in person in the first place. I’m thinking a man of my…caliber is just what she needs.”

  “Look, Mr. Darvaine, she is a sweet girl, a rare gem—”

  “Now-now, you don’t like her that much.”

  Victoria’s voice hardened. “Actually, I do. It’s just that she’s not worldly, experienced and…well, very bright. I mean, she’s smart enough, but she had a car wreck when she was young and—”

  “Yes, I know, I’m reading over her medical reports right now, all of them, and her background check,” he admitted, glancing through them and learning things that he was pretty positive that not even she knew. When he heard his private investigator was good….he never thought it could be possible for a person to be that good, reading and finding out things that were just blowing his mind and giving him this uneasy feeling. He thought he needed to privatize certain aspects of his life and information more after he had learned absolutely everything about Adriaunn, her friends and family, her entire background, the good and the bad.

  “Her medical…”

  “I don’t allow myself to come into contact with just any woman now. I learned my lesson on that and all associates, clients, and companions will be thoroughly researched before I ever let them or anyone into my life. Knowing everything you do, I’m sure you can understand.”

  “Yea-ah-Yes,” she whispered as she felt a strange panging in her chest. She saw that this man was for real and he’d been eyeing Adriaunn for a very long time by the sound of it. This wasn’t just some random choice he made. Mr. Darvaine saw her, targeted her, sought her out, and investigated her, and then they…or rather, Stan delivered her to his very doorstep. If he had things like medical records then he knew more about her than even she and her husband did. He knew about the car wreck, the damage done to her. She was not quite as bright as she had once been and she had once been extremely intelligent. She was fine, still smart, just of average intelligence now, like the rest of them. So Sebastian was aware of all her problems, past, present, and future and all she suffered with. “Well, if th
at is the case, you understand and know everything there is about her, what she faces, struggles with, and…what she must be like. She really is a darling.”

  “Tell me, Vic. Tell me about her and honestly, putting away all female defenses that automatically jump up in such situations. There’s no competition between you two, so you have nothing to lose. I was lead to believe Adriaunn was an open minded woman. Turns out she’s not and more than just a tad inexperienced. She’s a fucking Vanilla and a bit more than just a ‘good girl’ or as you put it, a gem. So be sure to pass the word onto Stan I’m kicking his ass for setting my date back for when I get to fuck this girl!”

  Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes at his arrogance and his blatant remark about there being no competition, never wanting her. “Will do. First, she’s extremely nice and a good person, special. She’s not greedy, vain, or jealous, never has a mean thought about anyone or talks mean of anyone, always looking for the best in everyone she meets, etcetera-etcetera. My husband and I have taken her under our wing so to speak and helped her out when she arrived. She is a sweet girl; kind, good, and…well, she isn’t like most women, what you’re used to and who or rather, what you’ve normally kept company with. She’s an innocent.”

  “Exactly why I want her. She isn’t a skanky, nasty little whore, only a few lovers—” he threw out there and exactly as he thought, she spoke and answered without even thinking, telling him what he hadn’t been sure about.

  “Two actually-maybe.” She replied and he kept silent, waiting on her to answer and tell him what she knew. “There was her first, some…skier back in Taos and then her first boyfriend at nineteen; some rich rancher, but they never had sex. I don’t know what’s up with that, she acts real strange when you mention him and won’t really talk about it, but they’re still friends, like best friends, Dausyn Holt. They talk all the time and he’s been here a few times to visit her. Her last was her husband, no one since then though. She won’t let any man near her and I’m not shocked at all to hear you were no different. So, there was her first time, awful and lasted all of ten minutes, no sex again until her wedding night and no sex after the divorce and that’s been years now. She refuses to do it. God said, ‘no-no.’”