Taming Rachel (Eternally Yours Book 1) Read online

  She has no idea what kind of man I am. The things I do to pretty little things that disobey me. My pet will soon learn what that means. “My pet you disobeyed me.”

  “I’m sorry.” She cried out as I picked up the crop and smacked it against my hand.

  “I’m sorry, what?” I raised an eyebrow cocking my head to the left.

  “S-sir, I’m sorry, sir!” She cried as I caressed her face and leaned down to her level.

  “What did you do wrong, my pet?” I tugged the chain and pulled making her breath hitch. I glanced down between her legs and grinned at the wetness trailing down the inside of her thigh.

  “I-I-I forgot to call you sir.” She stuttered as the pressure of the clamp intensified.

  “I want you to turn around and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to give you five for forgetting. Maybe next time you’ll remember. You will thank your sir for each one as you count them.”

  I released the chain and watched her crawl to turn around and assume the position. With her head bowed, she spread her thighs and arched her back just the way I taught her. I raised the crop in the air and struck her ass. The sound echoed through the room as she whimpered in pain. “One! Thank, you sir.”

  Again, I struck her in the same spot making her scream out. “Two. Thank you, sir.”

  “Good girl, are you going to forget again?” I asked as I brought the crop down twice as hard.

  “Fuuuck, three! Thank you, sir. I w-w-won’t forget, sir.” She whimpered as her body trembled.

  “Who am I?” Another strike across her flesh.

  “Sir! Four! Thank you, sir.” I looked at the back of her thighs as her pussy dripped with desire.

  “One more my pet and we’re done.” With one final blow, she began to rock her hips and moan.

  “Five!” Her breath was rapid and legs quivering. “Thank you, sir.”

  I opened my eyes and pumped myself harder thinking of the dirty things I just imagined doing to Rachel. My toes curled as I threw my head back bringing myself over the edge. White ropes of my cum shot on my stomach and chest as I bit out a moan. “Fuck, Rachel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  I cleaned myself up and pulled up my boxers laying back down on my bed. One day, I will make that dream a reality. Just as soon as I finish this job with Tate and bring his wife back home. Then, I can tame the little pussy cat. I just hope Rachel keeps her mouth shut to knowing what me and her brother were up too.

  Because if she tells him what she knows…I just might have to punish her for real.

  8

  Rachel

  Alexander completely dominated my body. He took control and I willingly let him. I allowed him to tie my wrists and bend me over the table and mercilessly fuck me. This wasn’t like me at all. I was slowly letting him in and I secretly wanted more. I was beginning to fall for Alexander all over again. It was like it was four years ago again.

  I needed to put the brakes on before he ripped my heart out all over again.

  I can still recall the last words he said to me that day breaking me in two.

  “Rachel, you and me were never friends. I was just using you to be friends with Tate. I never want to see you, again. So, if you see me around…just walk away. Pretend you never knew me. I know I will.”

  I’d been so in love with him and all he did was just throw me away when he got what he wanted. Nobody knew my feelings for the cocky son of a bitch. I’ve kept them buried beneath my walls for so long and now they’re resurfacing. Each time he touched me was like I was on fire. The way his lips felt on my skin made me want to submit to him, but I fought it.

  Don’t fall for him, Rachel.

  He’s going to do it…again.

  Break me in two and ruin my soul.

  I turned back to my best friend Tahlia and forced a smile. “So, are you and Brandon a thing now?”

  “No, we’re just friends.” She said with a coy smile.

  Brandon was Alexander’s best friend. He’s cocky just like Alex and just as bad when it came to her. For an American, he wasn’t bad looking. Not that I’ve looked…just taken notice.

  “Are you sure? I mean, does he know that?” I scanned the club and sucked in a breath when I seen Alex stepping through the door. His presence did something to me. Alex made me want to spread my thighs for him and let him have his way with me.

  “What are you looking at?” She asked glancing in the direction I was staring at.

  “N-nothing.” I blushed.

  “You know, my cousin never wanted to push you away that day. He’s been punishing himself every day for four years.”

  “What are you saying?” I asked.

  “He had feelings for you back then and still does today. Alexander loves you.” Tahlia said sipping her drink.

  “Bullshit! Then, why did he throw me away like yesterday’s garbage.” I raised my voice and emptied the contents of my glass, slamming it on the table.

  “Rachel,” She paused and leaned forward. “I know for a fact my cousin never wanted to do that to you. He cared for you and that’s why he did what he did. Hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do.”

  “He never cared! I’ve got to get out of here before he notices me. I’m sorry, but I need to be alone for a while. I’ll call you tomorrow.” I threw some cash on the table and rushed out before he could see me.

  I leaned against my car and let out a choked sob and whispered. “I hate you, Alexander Vasiliev. I fucking hate you!”

  “No, you don’t.” Alex stepped out of the shadows and pressed his body to mine.

  “Stop it, just fucking leave me be. I was fine before you came back into my life.” I pushed him away only to get pulled back in his arms.

  “Kitten, don’t be like this. You know I don’t like it when you cry.” His thumb brushed my cheek, making the tears fall faster.

  “S-stop it, quit lying to me.” I choked out a sob.

  “Baby, I never wanted to hurt you. I fucking did and I’m sorry for that.” He apologized.

  “Did the Alexander Vasiliev just apologize?” I cracked a smile craning my neck to look into his eyes.

  Alex never admits he’s sorry.

  Not to anyone.

  “Don’t tell anyone, I don’t want to ruin my badboy reputation. Come, let me take you home.”

  “Alex darling, I want you to take me to your bed.”

  “Damn Rachel, you’re already making my cock hard.” He groaned against my neck.

  “Alex, I want you. I feel so empty without you inside me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my breasts against his chest.

  The entire ride to the estate we was kissing, touching, and grinding on each other. I straddled his lap, working the buttons of his shirt. “Fuck Alex, you’re so hard.”

  “I’m always hard for you, kitten.” He thrust his hips upward grinding his erection against me.

  “Sir, we’re here.” His driver told him.

  “Come kitten, I want to get you in my bed.” He said leading me inside the estate.

  As soon as we entered the door, I froze in my tracks. Alexander’s father stood there talking with my father. His back was to us giving us the perfect opportunity to escape, but I was frozen to the spot I was standing in. With his back still to us, he cleared his throat. “I’ll text you the details in the morning.”

  “Alexander, so nice of you to come home.” Nikolai smirked.

  “Alex-Rachel, what are you doing out of the estate and with a boy?” My father narrowed his eyes glancing between me and Alexander.

  “Hi, daddy.” I flashed an innocent smile.

  “Rachel, go have Lucien take you home. I need a word with Alexander.”

  “B-but, dad.”

  “Go. To. The. Car. I’ll text Lucien to tell him to get you home.” My father growled pulling out his phone.

  “I’m sorry, Alex.” I whispered.

  “Just do what he says. It will be fine.” He assured me.

  But, would it?

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bsp; I wasn’t so sure that my father wouldn’t put a bullet in his leg for touching me.

  I stepped in the car and sighed as Lucien raised an eyebrow. “So, this is where you’ve been?”

  “I…yes.” I leaned my cheek on the window. “Dad is going to hurt him.”

  “It will be fine. Let’s just get you home so you can get something to eat. Caterina and Rose has been worried sick about you.”

  “I sure hope you’re right. Do you think he’s going to kill Alex?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. Let’s not worry about that and get you home.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders.

  “I’m going to be in so much trouble, aren’t I?”

  “Probably, but don’t worry. It’s going to be just fine. There is a reason why Giovanni was at Nikolai’s. Tate has gone missing and he was just worried something had happened to you to. I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but it’s your brother. I would want to know if something happened to your sister. So, that’s why I’m telling you.” Lucien said as he drove.

  “What do you mean missing?” I widened my eyes in shock.

  “He was supposed to go check on the shipments for me, but he never showed.” Lucien informed me.

  Oh shit, does this have anything to do with what him and Alexander was planning?

  Or, did he go on that mission all by himself?

  9

  Alexander

  I knew I didn’t deserve Rachel, but I’m a selfish man. I want her all to myself, but there was one thing in the way. Her father. No matter what I’m going to make her all mine. I watched Giovanni’s movements and shifted uncomfortably waiting for what would come, but it never did.

  I waited until Rachel was gone and stepped forward. “Listen, I know Tate said-”

  “This isn’t about Rachel right now. I need to know one thing. Have you seen or heard from Tate?” Giovanni asked as my father studied my face.

  “Tate? I haven’t heard from him since last night. Why? What’s happened?” Please, tell me he didn’t do this without me.

  “He was supposed to check the shipments, but never showed up. His phone was found in a ditch a mile from my club. Please Alex, if you know anything tell me.” He pleaded.

  “I don’t know anything.” I lied.

  “When you’re ready to leave, Markus can drive you home.” My father offered.

  “Nikolai and I have already sent out some of our men to scour the city for him. If you hear from him, please let me know. I better go, before my daughter decides to sneak out again. Rachel doesn’t need to know about this. The less she knows, the better.” He said exiting the estate with Markus.

  My father narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. “You know something.”

  “No, I don’t.” I promised Tate I wouldn’t spill his secret. After all, it was mine to tell.

  “Son, I know you’re lying. You better be glad Giovanni didn’t show up when you had his daughter in your bed screaming your name. He would’ve shot your dick off.” He said.

  “You’re right. I do know something, but I can’t tell you. You’re going to have to trust me on this.” I said truthfully.

  “What the fuck has Tate got himself into? So, I’m going ask you one last time. What do you fucking know?” He asked again.

  “Father, if I tell you…you can’t tell anyone. This can’t get back to Giovanni.”

  “Start talking, son.” My father ordered.

  “You have to promise me you won’t say a word.” I replied.

  “Fine, I promise. Now, start talking.” My father stepped forward and narrowed his eyes.

  “Tate made a deal with DeMarco Sanchez. If he could bring him a rare diamond, then he would bring her back to Tate.”

  “Bring who back?” He urged me for more information.

  “Desiree, his wife. Tate has a wife.” I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.

  “Fuck!” My father slammed his fist in the wall and glowered at me. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “I know it’s a lot to take in, but this isn’t our secret to tell. Sure, Giovanni will be pissed, but that’s between him and Tate.”

  “And Tate didn’t think to tell his own father that he had a daughter-in-law.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

  “He was finding the right time to tell him, so he could introduce her to the family. He didn’t think he would approve of her.”

  “And why not?”

  “Because her name is Desiree…Desiree Sanchez.”

  “Go to bed, I’ll talk to you in the morning about this. Son, please tell me you used protection with Rachel.”

  “I-no, I didn’t.” I told him truthfully.

  “Oh, this keeps getting better and better. Just go to bed, we’ll figure everything out in the morning.” He hissed under his breath muttering profanities.

  Tonight was going so well, but then it took a turn for the worse. Tate was god knows where and Giovanni caught me red-handed with his daughter. And…I wasn’t getting laid tonight. I stripped down to my boxers and fell back on the bed.

  Tate, why you have to be so god damned stupid.

  And, making a deal with DeMarco was even dumber.

  No way was he going to just hand her over to him, not without shedding someone’s blood.

  As I laid on the bed, I thought of Rachel. I should’ve just stayed at the club and fucked her on my desk again. I took out my phone and tried Tate once more, but it went straight to voicemail.

  How Tate was able to keep the fact that he had a wife amazes me. Especially, when his father is Giovanni Lucchese. Nothing ever goes unseen by him, but Tate actually pulled it off. Well, up until now. Apparently, he and Desiree got married last year and hid her very well. All good things must come to an end, though. He should’ve known her step-father would find her. She was Desiree Sanchez by name, but not by blood. Her mother married him only to get murdered in cold-blood leaving her daughter to this monster. He was a dirty old man and from what I hear…he likes to touch underage girls. I shudder to think what he’s done to that poor girl. Tate is a fool to think if he brings him that diamond that he’ll willingly hand over Desiree.

  Demarco also has a son and is just as bad as him. Alejandro Sanchez, the future king of the Mexican cartel. His rugged good looks makes all the senoritas drop their panties at his feet in hopes he’ll fuck them. The men cower down and bow to him in fear they might look at him the wrong way. But not me and definitely not Tate. He knew what he was getting into when he made this deal. I guess love makes you do things you wouldn’t normally do. It makes you crazy.

  I just have a very bad feeling he went over the border to fetch his woman.

  With him out of our territory, there was nothing we could do…not until DeMarco contacted one of us. And I knew in due time, he would. Anything to get what he wants.

  “Tate, I hope you know what you’re doing.” I whispered as I fell into a deep sleep.

  10

  Rachel

  The past few weeks have been a blur. My father found out I was seeing Alexander, and he wasn’t happy about it. He would be really pissed to know I was sleeping with him as well. Good thing I didn’t tell him the complete truth. Not only did I let him fuck me one, I let him do it over and over again. Each time has only gotten more intense.

  Tate was still missing without a trace. My father found his phone in a ditch not far from the club and Alexander hasn’t tried to contact me. I sighed as I looked at the dress my mother picked out for me. It was a strapless, silky blue dress that had a slit up the side. I traced the material as I contemplated if I wanted to wear it or find something in my closet. I just wanted to stay in my room and avoid this stupid party. My brother is missing and my father wants to throw a party.

  Picking up the dress, I slipped it on and tried to zip it but it wasn’t working. It felt snug around my waist as I tried to suck in my stomach. I got it zipped with much difficulty, but nonetheless it finally was zipped. Slipping in the heels, I glance
d to my reflection one last time before heading downstairs to meet the guests.

  “Rachel, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to sit this party out.” Lucien stated as I took the flute of champagne from the tray.

  “Why are we even having a party? My brother is missing and everyone is here enjoying themselves. We should be searching for him to bring him home.” I hissed angrily downing the drink.

  “You need to slow down on that if you don’t want someone to carry you back to your room at the end of the night.”