Victorious(84)

“Hey, Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Despite how it might seem, I’m actually your slave. You know that, don’t you? I’m completely and utterly at your mercy.”

“And I’m at yours.”

“You can’t ever leave me.”

I love when he, who could have any woman he wants, shows me his heart and his vulnerability where I’m concerned. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you.”





Chapter 20





By Thursday night, we’ve tried everything twice and much of it three times because we liked it so much. My body is vibrating from the hours he spent building me up only to shatter me into a thousand pieces and then put me back together the way only he can.

It has been the most blissfully relaxing and sensually charged week of my life. That I’ve been able to relax so completely despite the nearly constant hum of desire is amazing to me. I’m sad that we have to go home tomorrow, but I’m ready to get back to some sort of productive routine after the beautiful weeks I’ve spent with Flynn.

I also miss Fluff. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart, and I hope she’s behaving for Flynn’s parents. Other than my weekly appointment with my therapist, Curt, which Flynn insisted I keep, we haven’t spoken to anyone but each other in days.

My body feels beautifully used, my bottom cheeks stinging from being spanked, my inner thighs sore and my most tender areas tingling from the burn of his big cock entering me over and over again. I’m officially addicted to that big cock and all the amazing ways he uses it to love me. We’re lying in bed, our bodies cooling from another round of vigorous lovemaking, when the house phone rings, startling us both.

“Probably just the pilots confirming departure,” he says as he gets up to answer it. “I’ll tell them we’re not ready to go.”

“We are ready. We’ve got the Oscars this weekend, and we’re going. My husband is favored to win.”

He growls and makes a playfully sinister face at me. “I can’t believe you said that out loud.”

Smiling, I watch him leave the room. The sight of his tight buns never gets old, even after nearly a week of looking at his naked form.

Listening to the low hum of his voice in the other room, I begin to doze. I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been after the idyllic time with him. We’ve done nothing but swim, lie in the sun, eat delicious food, drink margaritas and more wine from the Quantum vineyards and make love as often as we possibly could. Every part of me—and every part of him—is tanned from the hours in the sun. We’ve spent entire days in bed, talked about every possible topic and made more plans for our foundation. While I wish our time here could last forever, Flynn assures me we can come back again soon. In the meantime, I’m looking forward to digging into my new role with the foundation and making a difference for hungry children.

I wake with a start when his arm wraps around me from behind. How long was I asleep? How long was he gone?

“Everything okay?”

“That was Emmett.”

Three little words put me immediately on alert. I turn to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“They’ve made an arrest in the Rogers case.”

“That’s great news! Oh my God, what a relief. Now they’ll leave us alone.”

“Nat…”

“What? Who did they arrest?”

“Your father.”





I hate having to tell her this news. I have no idea how she’ll take it or what it even means for her or us.

She sits up in bed, tucking the covers around her breasts. It’s the first time she’s felt the need to cover herself all week. “My father. He killed David Rogers? But why? He didn’t even know him.”

“Emmett didn’t have the details yet, and of course Vickers isn’t taking his calls now that I’m no longer a suspect.”

“I… I don’t understand.”

Her confusion and disbelief make me furious. She was so relaxed and free of worries. And now this. I put my arms around her. “You haven’t seen your father in a long time. Perhaps he had some dealings with Rogers in the ensuing years. You never know.”

“I suppose. But why would he kill him now after he goes public with information about me?”

“Emmett said our investigator was actually the one to tip off the FBI to your father’s possible involvement. He said they didn’t want to bother us while we were here, so they held off on telling us until he’d been arrested. Apparently, the investigator caught the scent of your father because he decided to look into everyone who was involved in the Stone case from the beginning.”

“I need to call Candace and Olivia. I need to tell them…”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll get your phone.” I get up to retrieve the phone that’s been stashed in her purse all week. On the way back to the bedroom, I turn it on for her. The phone goes crazy beeping with text messages and voice mails. “It’s probably safe to say they already know.” I hand it over to her.

She begins to return the text messages from her sisters.

“What’re they saying?”

“They’re in shock and hiding from reporters.”