[Siren Classic: Contemporary Romantic Suspense Romance, MF, consensual bondage elements, sex toys, HEA]
The Sanctuary of the Prophet told Donovan Boomer he couldn’t have her. After two years, he finally gets his chance. The only problem is the Sanctuary wants him back. After reading the blockbuster-tell-all book, Her Lie, His Truth, about the scammers who run the institution, he’d pulled away. They want his money. He just wants her. Rachel King is an innocent, born and raised in the Sanctuary. She’s asked by the administrator to help bring Donovan Boomer back to the congregation. She has no way of knowing what to do to convince or seduce him back in, but wants to support the Sanctuary to the best of her abilities. It’s all she’s ever known. In one week her world changes and she’s taught a life she never expected. Will she believe the truth or continue the lies?
The next morning, Rachel checked in for the conference and spent the morning attending lectures. By midafternoon, she felt tired and hungry. Finding her way to the hotel lounge, she sat at a small table lined up with others along a wall. The bigger tables were arranged around the floor. A waiter appeared just as she got comfortable and took her order—a cup of tea and a Caesar salad. She placed pamphlets and paperwork from the lectures on the table and started going through them page by page.
There wasn’t much new being presented, and the thought that she’d have to sit through two more days made her feel very exhausted.
After she finished the salad, she ordered another tea and watched a tall, dark-haired man walk through the bigger tables and go directly to the bar. He wore a charcoal-gray suit with a black button-down shirt. The top button of his shirt was open, and his tie pulled down. She thought he was an attractive man and remembered seeing him from time to time at the Sanctuary during services, but never spoke to him. It didn’t seem to be her place.
Rachel saw him smile at the bartender, order something, and then glance around the lounge. She turned her focus back on her reading.
The waiter came with another pot of hot water and a new tea bag. As she prepared to put the bag into the steaming water, she began to feel warm. Looking up, Donovan Boomer stared at her with ice-blue eyes. Instantly, she felt nervous and looked back at her papers. She hoped she didn’t look as red as she felt.
Crossing her legs under the table, she cursed her pleated wool skirt and red blouse. She now understood the instructions to wear sexy clothing and felt about as sexy as a goat wearing a tutu.
Someone above her cleared their throat, and she looked up. He stood across the table from her with a drink in his hand.
“I know you,” he said.
Trying to play it cool, she tilted her head.
“You look familiar, too. I’m at a loss for where I’ve seen you.”
He let out a deep rich laugh, grabbed a chair across from her, and sat.
“You know where. Prophet William wouldn’t appreciate the lies, but then you are a King. Your sister was such a good liar. It must run in the family.”
He rested his arms on the table and stared at her without blinking. He reminded her of Mr. Botts and looked like a wolf.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I do know my sister spread terrible lies about the Sanctuary, but she’s been excommunicated, and I have no contact with her.”
Rachel started to feel angry and couldn’t figure out how she’d thought she’d be able to pretend she didn’t know him from Sanctuary.
Donovan Boomer pretty much accused her of lying, which she was, and doing a bad job of it, but it annoyed her that he’d called her out.
“Who are you?” she asked, trying to sound innocent of knowledge.
He laughed again and took a sip of his drink.
“Okay, I’ll play.” He stretched out his hand across the table. “I’m Donovan Boomer. May I join you?”
Rachel sat back in her seat and stared at him, not shaking his hand.
“You’re a member of the Sanctuary of the Prophet?”
“You know I am.” He lifted his glass and whistled over his shoulder to the bartender. The man behind the bar nodded, and Donovan finished his drink. “What are you doing in Bellevue?”
“I’m attending a conference.”
“I see. Why are you sitting here in the lounge?” He looked up at the waitress, who exchanged his empty glass for a full one. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“I decided to take a break and get lunch. Who made it your business?”
“See, you shouldn’t have said that. You have no reason to explain anything to me. It’s a giveaway. Let me guess. Amrik Botts sent you to lure me back to Sanctuary?”
“Wow. You have a wild imagination. I’m here for the conference and after sitting in classes all day decided to get a decent meal.”
He rubbed his chin. “I do have a great imagination, which I love bringing to real life. However, you shouldn’t have worn your purity ring. It’s an instant turnoff. I don’t do virgins. Plus, your pleated skirt makes you look like both an old woman and a schoolgirl. The schoolgirl part could be fun.”
“It’s a good thing then I’m not here for you to look at or to pique your interest. I just love being offended.” She straightened the pile of papers and put them into her briefcase.
“No, you are interested.” He took a card from his pocket and wrote on the back.
“Why on earth would you think I’m interested in you?”
He arched his eyebrow and smiled. “I have a little alarm that goes off in my head.” He placed the card on her side of the table. “That’s my text address.”
“I have no reason to text you. Remember, you said the purity ring turned you off? Whatever that means,” she said and pushed the card back to him.
Donovan stood and moved into the space between the tables. He leaned over her with his hand pressing on the cushion behind her shoulder. She felt his warm breath on her ear.
“I prefer my women to already be well versed in the pleasure and passion that rages in our bodies, but I’m not adverse at starting a virgin’s training. I would love to show you some of the things you’re missing. I know you’re interested because your nipples under that red blouse are hard little pebbles that my tongue would love to lick.”
He touched her breast with his hand and pinched her through the fabric. She froze and closed her eyes. A strange feeling shot into her pelvis, one she’d never felt.
“If you decide not to chicken out, text me, but you only have until midnight this evening. After that, the offer expires. I should warn you. Playing with me is extreme and because you’ve already lied to me, I’ll give you that one. If you decide to text me, then you’d better come with honesty. I won’t put up with any bullshit.”
As he moved to stand upright, his five o’clock shadow scraped along her jaw, and goose bumps ran all the way down to her toes.
“Open your eyes, Miss King.”
She looked up at him and saw a smirk on his face.
“I hope to hear from you,” he said and turned. “Hey, Jess.” The bartender looked their way. “Put her check on my tab.” And he walked away.
Rachel’s heart raced as his hand touched her breast and pressed on her nipple. He sat too close.
“Mr. Boomer, you’re scaring me,” she said
“Believe me, this could be much scarier. Women don’t often defy me, but when they do, punishment can be severe. Since you’re a first timer, I won’t be too intense.”
She looked up into his eyes. “Punishment? What are you talking about?”
He shifted his hand on her breast up to her chin and turned her face. His lips caressed hers, and when she pinched hers tightly together, his hand covered her neck. Her mouth opened, and he proceeded to devour hers.
Rachel kept hold of his wrist on her hair, and after she’d opened her lips, she felt his tongue press around hers and trace the roof of her mouth. The hand around her throat started down the front of her dress to the hem at her knees. She squirmed, but he held tight to her hair. He moved his hand up her thigh and she tried to hold her legs together, but he was able to squeeze between them. He touched her lacy panties.
His head lifted a little from her lips. “Let me guess. You turned down the thong?”
Rachel felt so warm from his kiss and found after a minute that she liked the way he took control of her mouth. “What?” All she could think about was the way his lips felt and made her body warm.
After she became more aware, she realized he’d slipped her panties down and did something to her lower lips. She sucked in a breath.
“If you’d worn one of the dresses I chose for you, I’d be able to suck your tit. Take your hands off my wrist.”
She put them down to her lap and felt the skirt on her dress was pushed up.
“Unzip my pants and put your hand around my dick.” He touched her pussy and one of his fingers slid into her sheath.
“But this is a public place.”
“Not as public as you think. This is a private club and all kinds of interesting things occur here. Do it, Miss King.”
He didn’t release her hair, and she blindly moved her hands, finding the front of his slacks. She began shaking as she felt his hard cock through the material. She felt so warm, but her fear overtook all the feelings, and she slammed her hand against his chest to back him away.
“Let go of my hair, please!” she requested.
He released her hair and slid his hand along her shoulders, holding her tight. Rachel couldn’t catch her breath and realized his finger still circled in her pussy.
“Do you want to come?” he whispered into her ear.
She didn’t know what he talked about and felt like an idiot. Her mother told her about sex when she turned fourteen and took the purity vow, but she’d never mentioned anything about fingers touching her private parts and getting so hot. Something woke up in her pelvis, and she continued to pant. Leaning forward, she grabbed her glass of liquor and finished it in two swallows. His fingers made it impossible to think.
And then he stopped. Rachel watched as his hand came out from under her dress. It glistened, and he held it to her lips.
“Taste yourself, Miss King. Taste your passion. You’re so fucking wet I could take your cherry right now without any lubricant.”
A tear rolled out of her eye, and she looked away from him.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why are you upset?”
She glanced at him and saw he wiped his hand on a napkin. “I don’t understand any of the words coming out of your mouth.”
“I see. I’m moving too fast.”
She leaned forward to get a napkin and realized there was food on the table. “When did this arrive?” She motioned to the plates.
“I wasn’t paying attention. Frank brought it at some point.”
She looked at Donovan and felt shocked. “He saw what you were doing?”
He picked up an oyster shell and let the flesh slide into his mouth.
“The oysters are fresh. Don’t worry about the staff. They know what goes on here and have seen worse.”
“What does that mean? Worse than what?” She lost her words when she thought about where Donovan’s hand had been when the food arrived.
He looked out at the dance floor, and she followed his gaze.
“It’s pretty tame right now, but it is early.”
“Why me?” she asked, and felt anger building inside her.
His eyes locked onto hers. “Why not you? Let me ask you, Miss King. Why did you accept my invitation?”
She thought for a minute and couldn’t come up with a decent answer. “I don’t know.” She looked back at the dance floor and felt him lean closer.
“I think you do,” he whispered.
As she watched the people dancing, they gyrated in time to the music. He pointed to a corner, and she saw a woman on her knees with a man’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her body twitched, and when she really looked, some of the dancers were barely dressed and hands grabbed parts of others’ bodies. Another couple was having sex on the dance floor.
Sitting behind her, Donovan unzipped the back of her dress and moved his hands under her arms to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples, which sent an electric current into her pussy. He pulled her back and whispered, “I’ve waited to suck your tits since I first saw you two years ago. Do you want to come, Miss King?”