Henri, my middle brother, grew up and proved to be very brutal. I honestly think he behaved that way to gain my father’s acceptance, which meant the world to him. I didn’t understand it and I couldn’t accept it. My mother got worse and worse over the years. I think it was the thought of her sons being so cruel that sent her off to that dark place where she couldn’t return. My family disintegrated in front of my eyes, and yet I only craved the simple things.

I had women at my beck and call, but I wanted a woman to love and cherish. Two things I knew my father didn’t know anything about and would never let me have. The problem was like a fool I kept hoping…

Chapter 1

Vicky

2013

“Hey, beautiful, I’m so glad you agreed to come home with me.” The hot man driving the fancy car turned his head to give me a sexy smile, showing those cute dimples of his. His teeth were sparkling white and his dimples made him look like a sweet boy. Only looking at his body, I knew that there was nothing boyish about him. His wide set shoulders and strong arms, along with his defined veins on his hands, let me know that he was all man. I couldn’t wait for him to lift me up in those strong arms and do naughty things to me.

After a short drive, he pulled into an underground parking garage and we exited his snazzy two-door Audi. He must be rich. “Here, why don’t you put this on,” he suggested, offering his large wool coat. I didn’t have a chance to respond and he’d placed the oversized coat on my shoulders. It was too big and heavy for my small frame. He clearly didn’t approve of my outfit, or maybe it was just deemed unacceptable for such a nice building. I inwardly huffed and was slightly insulted, but I didn’t let it show. My thoughts killed my libido and I inwardly cringed. I didn’t always dress like this, but after drowning in an incomprehensible amount of pain, this was me surviving. I couldn’t believe I left the club with a stranger, but things had gotten so bad at home, I felt like I was spinning more and more into a dark place I feared I would never escape from. Maybe this guy could numb some of my pain.

“Come on, beautiful.” He took my hand, guiding me to a set of elevators. I’d agreed to go home and have sex with this guy, and we hadn’t even exchanged names, something about the mystery excited me. As he led me through a lavish hallway in his fancy apartment building, I took in the ornate dark grey carpeting, exquisite wallpaper that had a silver sheen, and dimmed crystal lighting. I definitely was not in Kansas anymore. In fact I was almost 500 miles away from home. Home, the simple word hurt my heart. It hadn’t felt like home in a long while. He released my hand and unlocked his front door. My heart ricocheted in my chest as excitement spiked through my veins, reminding me I was still in the land of the living. He swung the door open and extended his hand for me to walk in first, a gentleman. My eyes widened as I took in my fancy surroundings, his place was huge. I wondered if his dick would measure up too. The black marble flooring was extravagant, with floor to ceiling mirrors and crystal chandeliers that gave the place an iridescent sparkle. His furniture was white, white leather to be exact. My prediction was right; he was filthy rich and good looking.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked with a devilish grin as his eyes roamed my body. His face flushed, as his lip tugged up on one side, his dimple was revealed, and his square jaw looked that much sexier.

“I’m good, thanks,” I said, shrugging off his coat and passed it back to him. I had too many drinks at the club, I didn’t want to get sick and ruin his white furniture.

“I’m sorry, I thought you looked cold,” he flushed again as he took the coat from me and threw it over the back of his leather couch. He ran a hand through his dark hair; his large strong hands revealed every muscle and sinew. He must work out often.

Cold my ass. I wasn’t born yesterday, but I was willing to let his snobbiness slide. The light dusting of grey along the side of his hair made me guess that he must be at least ten years older than me. I found the age difference enticing; I was no longer interested in boys my age. They were immature idiots. This guy was a man, a sophisticated man.

“Come,” he motioned to me, guiding me through a long hallway. The walls were all pure white and everything was sparkling clean. We passed what looked like a bedroom and I wondered if he should have taken me in there. Then he opened a closed door at the end of the hall and my jaw dropped. Oh shit! I’ve read about this, who hasn’t? This was definitely not my thing. Voyeuristic sex and sex parties had been giving me the high I needed but this… I was not sure about this.

My mouth hung slightly open and my eyes must have been round. He didn’t notice because his own eyes had glazed over with lust. His dark brown eyes looked almost black in the dim light. There was a large bed in the center of the room with white satin sheets that looked firmly pressed. A large black lacquered chest against one wall was the only other piece of furniture in the room. Above the bed was… no, it couldn’t be. They looked like old-fashioned shackles that you would see in a dungeon for legs and arms. I’m glad that I put back a few tequila shots before I came because it was helping to ease the anxiety crawling up my throat and warmth swarming through my stomach.

Looking around I began to understand. I borrowed this outfit from Nessa, my best friend. And yes, it was a little over the top. The black leather bra and leather mini skirt were definitely sexy, and I could see where this guy might have gotten the impression that I was in to this kind of thing. When I left Nessa at the sex party, she was busy with two guys and she begged me to stay and join in, but tonight I was looking for a more intimate connection. A connection that would take away the loneliness that had slowly been creeping its way into my life.

“Come,” he said again, assertively drawing out his hand and hooking it around my waist, bringing me in close to him. As his nose grazed my hair and ran down my neck, I shivered. My bold side, the side I showed at the parties, had withdrawn. As much as I wanted to numb my pain, I didn’t know if I could handle what this guy had to dish out.

“Undress yourself,” he commanded. His eyes smoldered but his demeanor was rigid. I slowly began to undress myself. I wasn’t sure if I should escape or try this new experience with the hopes that it would make me forget my present situation, even if it was for just a short while. Life isn’t fair, I can tell you that. It was hard when you live a perfect life and everything gets taken away from you with almost a snap of a finger. I lost my family and my boyfriend in such a short amount of time, it felt like I only blinked and the rug had been pulled out from under me. Since Nessa introduced me to the lifestyle of sex parties, it distracted me enough to keep me from completely drowning.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered along my neck, pulling me from my morbid thoughts. He was so damned sexy that it sent a shiver up my spine. I slipped off my bra and skirt. “No, leave those on,” he said, referring to my four inch black stilettos. Okay, this should be interesting.

“Come,” he repeated, extending his hand and pointing his head toward the bed, gesturing for me to climb up. He really didn’t say much but he was so smoking hot, I couldn’t deny him or turn him away. It was unfair that I turned to putty with only his subtle touches. I lifted my left knee onto the mattress first, not wanting to stand with my stilettos on the bed. The bed was hard and firm under my knees, and I easily stood up maintaining my balance. Being naked in front of a stranger doesn’t faze me. After attending a number of sex parties, inhibitions get lost. He unzipped his black dress pants and lowered them. My breath hitched when I saw his Calvin Klein boxer shorts and washboard abs. He really did look like he stepped out of a magazine. And those tribal tattoos across his chest. Looking at them made my mouth water, and I unintentionally licked my lips.