Taken by the Pirate Billionaire(3)

The hard part was done. She'd gotten inside the house. And surely  nothing could possibly be as shocking and titillating as what she'd just  experienced.



When she'd left the foyer, Devon Murray brought his finger to his mouth  and slowly sucked. The sensual taste of her made him close his eyes to  recall every second of his encounter with the mystery woman.

His resolve hardened. It was a damn shame that she'd lied to him. He  didn't appreciate being fucked with, and he'd make sure she regretted  it.

He suspected that Renee-if that was truly her name, and he would find  out-was a reporter. Though no reporter had ever gained access to his  parties. Very few tried out of common sense alone.

Who the hell did she think she was? Only someone without fear and ration would even attempt to do so.

And this woman's attempts were almost comically bad. The rose was a poor  counterfeit likely picked up at a craft store. If Devon hadn't  interfered, Kurt would have sent her away just as he'd threatened.

Though she'd intrigued him, he shouldn't have allowed her inside. He  shook his head, a bit dismayed at his own lack of reason. Clearly, it  was the wrong head that had been making that call.

By now Renee would be in the other room and no doubt in full panic mode.  She'd certainly been on the brink of freaking out when he'd had her  pinned against the wall. It was obvious that this type of thing was a  first for her.

He'd been surprised she hadn't stopped him. Even more surprised by her  body's quick response. She had a sensual side, whether she realized it  or not. And lucky for him, he'd been the one to discover it tonight.

Kurt returned to the foyer, interrupting his thoughts.

"Is everything in order, sir?"

"You can cut the sir shit, whether it's a party night or not. You've  known me long enough." He turned his analytical gaze on Kurt. "Do you  recall the vehicle she arrived in?"

"Of course."

"Have the plates run and find out who she is," he ordered. "Her first  name might be Renee. Also, pull up her image on the facial recognition  software and see what kind of matches we find. I want her surname, age,  address, where she took gymnastics as a kid. I want to know every  fucking thing about her."

"Of course." Kurt nodded without changing his expression.

That's what Devon appreciated in an employee, someone who didn't ask questions.

"In the meantime, I'm going to keep an eye on our uninvited guest," he  murmured. "Bring me the details as soon as you have them."





Chapter Three



She was in over her head. Way, way, way over her head. If the scene in  the entryway hadn't given her a clue, things she was witnessing now did.

As they passed through the door into a large room, Renee noticed a naked  woman reclining on a chaise lounge just to one side. On the other side a  naked man was in a similar position.         

     



 

Eye candy? Kind of an erotic version of live art? It barely fazed her. Not after what had just happened.

The only light inside the room shone from hundreds of candles that  burned throughout. The air smelled spicy and exotic from incense, adding  to the dark and sexy ambience around her. They moved further inside and  Renee stumbled, her eyes going wide.

And things were officially dirtier.

There were maybe only thirty people here, dressed in all sorts of  seductive outfits-some not dressed at all-but all were involved in  various sexual acts.

Renee's gaze drifted to her right and she bit her lip to hold back a shocked expletive.

On the couch were two women with a man. The man was lying down and one  of the women was straddling his head. His hands grasped her hips as his  face was buried between her legs. The other woman lay half reclining on  him while she gave him head.

The crappy porn her friends had made her watch in college couldn't hold a candle to this erotic sight.

Her body, still aroused from her experience in the foyer, tingled and ached with excitement.

"How may I assist you, ma'am?"

Renee started at the sound of Victor's voice, had forgotten entirely about the escort by her side.

"Assist me?" She looked away from the threesome on the couch, uncertain of what Victor had just offered.

He nodded, not elaborating.

"I..." She licked her suddenly dry lips. "I think I'd just like to look around for now."

She turned her attention back to the shadowy figures in the room. The  further they went into the room, the more sensual the activity she  noticed between the guests.

Before long she noticed a woman who sat giggling on a man's lap. They  seemed to be in conversation. They were probably the only two people in  the room that didn't seem to be having sex.

As she approached them, the man suddenly lifted the woman's gauzy skirt and massaged her bottom.

And never mind. They were getting busy just like everyone else.

Renee couldn't hold back a stunned whimper and jerked her gaze away. So, basically she was full-up on her voyeur quota for life.

Even though she wasn't watching, she still heard the wet sucking sounds. The moans, the slaps, the erotic screams....

And the scent. The scent of incense combined with the musky smell of sex  to created a pheromone that shouldn't have been sexy. And yet... This  was unlike anything she'd ever seen before. People couldn't just go  around having sex in a crowed room, could they?

Umm, apparently. And if you don't start making an effort to fit in  someone might catch on that this isn't exactly your cup of tea.

There was a brooch in this house. A brooch worth a hell of a lot of  money and if she could get it and sell it, she could probably save her  grandparents house.

She was so close. Now that she'd gotten inside, she'd be stupid to let a few horny fuckers-literally-distract her from her plan.

The first thing she needed to do was get out of this room and explore  the house. Which was a lot bigger than she'd realized. Actually, mansion  was pretty much an adequate description.

But how was she going to sneak away without being caught? She still had  no idea who Devon Murray was, so she could hardly keep an eye out for  him. And the last thing she wanted was a face-to-face run in. Get in and  get out. That was her plan.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of blonde hair. Glancing  over, she spotted Lucy moving through the room with her ridiculously hot  date who looked all kinds of broody and badass. Eric Ross. The  co-founder of Overshare.

Sticking to their rules of pretending not to know each other, Renee  carefully kept her expression from changing. Their gazes connected  briefly, and it only took a second for Renee to read the holy fucking  shit expression in her friend's eyes.

I'm right there with ya, hon.

A moment later the couple had moved out of her view and that brief  connection with her friend was gone. She was once again alone in this  sexual funhouse.

Feeling a little over her head, Renee sat down in an empty chair to  regain her composer. She'd barely sat a moment before Victor knelt  beside her.

"How may I pleasure you, ma'am?"

Him again. Asking how he could pleasure her. She wasn't even going to pretend anymore that it wasn't a dirty question.         

     



 

"Umm...I'd like a beer, Victor." She nodded quickly and gave him a confident smile.

"A beer?" He seemed skeptical, but again rose to his feet. "If that is what you wish, ma'am."

"Yes, that's exactly what I wish. Thanks."

After Victor disappeared, she again looked around the room. A man and  woman, a few feet away from her, were cuddling and kissing on a pile of  throw pillows.

Finally a couple just making out.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the man asked, kissing her tenderly.

"Yes."

He stared at her, looking displeased.

"Yes, Master," the woman rushed to say.

Finally, he gave a slow nod. "On your hands and knees, slave."

Slave? Slave? Wait. Oh shit, she'd heard of this kinky kind of sexual master slave thing.

The woman didn't hesitate, and excitement flashed in her eyes as she  rolled over and raised herself onto her hands and knees in front of him.  The man knelt behind her and slapped her hard across the bottom. The  woman didn't even flinch. He grunted and spanked her again, and this  time there was a moan of pleasure.

Renee was unable to look away, both appalled and embarrassingly entranced by the image. Almost...aroused.

"Your beer, ma'am."

Renee jumped, and turned to see Victor holding a bottle of beer out to  her. She snatched it and glanced to see what was happening now, unable  to miss a second of the show.

Another man approached the pair and stood naked in front of the woman. "She has a lovely mouth."

"I rather think so, too," replied the first man. "Would you like it on your cock?"

Renee choked on the sip of beer she'd just taken. The hell he'd just said that!

"You don't think she would mind?"



A smile played at the man's lips. "She will do whatever I tell her. Slave, you know what to do."

The other man bent to his knees in front of her and Renee finally  dragged her gaze away. It was too much. Her throat was so tight she  could barely drag in a breath.