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  Irresistible Lines

  Blurred Lines Vol. 5

  Breena Wilde

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  Irresistible Lines

  Blurred Lines Vol. 5

  Will Cadence choose to follow her heart or follow the rules?

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  Chapter 1

  Zane

  Never in my life have I felt such a strong need to keep someone safe, to fucking protect her like my life depended on it. But as I lay Cadence on my bed, that’s exactly how I feel. And it annoys the hell out of me. When I found her brother, my intention was to use him against her. Now I’m helping them both.

  Cadence has her eyes open. She isn’t looking at anything. She seems far away, lost in memories that I invoked, and I wonder if I’ve broken her. That isn’t what I wanted. Sure, compliance would be nice, but definitely not broken.

  If I could punch myself in the face, I would. Instead I mentally berate myself, lean over her, and kiss her cheek.

  “I’ll be back in a while. Rest. I—” I stop. No fucking way I’m apologizing. That’s crossing too many lines. There’s a blanket at the bottom of the bed, and I pull it over her, tucking it under her feet.

  “Thank you,” she whispers, and my heart rocks, turns to rubble.

  When I close the door, Lincoln is waiting. His face is hard, void of emotion. “Was bringing her here a good idea, sir?” His words betray him, and though I don’t show it, I’m glad. I thought it was only me who had fallen for sweet Cadence, but apparently Lincoln cares for the girl too.

  “Fuck. I don’t know. What’s done is done.”

  Lincoln nods, removes his aviators and tucks them in the breast pocket of his suit.

  I push past him, headed down the hall to my study. Alcohol awaits, and I need a large drink. “What’s going on?” I ask, filling a tumbler with bourbon. Once I’ve emptied the glass, I refill it and sit behind the sleek ebony desk. The computer screen is black. I power it up.

  Lincoln takes a seat on the other side of my desk. He crosses one of his tree stump legs over the other.

  “Mr. Sokolov has agreed to your terms. He has requested a meeting at the usual place to make the exchange.”

  “When?” I type in my password and pull up the file on Mr. Sokolov, better known as The Falcon. We’ve met before, but I like to make sure I know what I’m getting myself into: no sense pissing off the wrong person. He’s a Russian arms dealer, but he dabbles in drugs and women as well. The Falcon is in his early sixties. He’s got white hair and is tall and thin.

  “Tonight. Ten-thirty,” Lincoln replies.

  “Excellent. Tell him I’ll be there.”

  I continue to search Mr. Sokolov’s file. He has relatively tame taste in women. He likes them blond, slightly overweight, and unshaved. I can’t help but compare his tastes to mine, especially to the woman who’s somehow stolen my heart. Cadence. She’s almost too skinny, dark, and completely shaved—everywhere. Just thinking of her bare pussy makes my cock hard.

  Sokolov likes his women to be inexperienced. Naive. He likes virgins.

  Cadence is so fucking experienced it boggles my mind. She knows exactly what she’s doing. The way she slides her lips up and down my dick... I want to rush down the hall and spend the next hour getting to know her body all over again.

  But there’s work to be done, and Cadence shouldn’t do anything but rest right now.

  Still, I can’t help but think about her. I’ve always preferred women who know what they’re doing, but Cadence takes the art of fucking to a whole new level. She was born to fuck, and what’s even better? She enjoys the hell out of it.

  “Mr. Zane?” Lincoln asks, interrupting my thoughts. “Did you want anyone besides me to go with you tonight? Mr. Sokolov isn’t someone I trust.”

  I scowl. I don’t need Lincoln to tell me how to run my business. “The two of us will make the exchange. Deacon and the others will stay here and protect the house.” I don’t add, protect Cadence, but it’s what I’m thinking.

  “How’s Travis?” I ask, changing the subject, letting Lincoln know I’m done talking about Sokolov and our imminent meeting.

  Lincoln clears his throat, which after years in my service tells me the news isn’t good.

  “The boy is still unconscious. They’ve had to put restraints on him, though, because he’s thrashing around and punched out one of the nurses.”

  I try to keep a smirk off my face. “How many days until the drugs are completely out of his system?”

  Lincoln shakes his head. “I’m not sure, Mr. Zane.” He’s upset he doesn’t have an answer, and I relax my face.

  “What about the John Cruze situation? Have you done as I asked?” Just thinking about the asshole actor makes my blood boil. If he wasn’t so necessary for this film I’d have him fired and kill him. Death by accidental overdose is common among actors and would be easy to create.

  “That has been handled and should begin to take shape in the next few hours.”

  “Good.” I pick up my drink and finish it off. “Find out about Travis. When you have the answers I want, come find me.”

  Lincoln rises. “Yes, Mr. Zane.”

  Chapter 2

  Cadence

  Zane confuses me. One minute he’s threatening me and the next he’s tucking a blanket under my feet. After he leaves I close my eyes, exhausted.

  Memories of my childhood won’t leave me alone, though. And I can’t help but relive them over and over.

  Finding my father. Blood everywhere. My mother wouldn’t stop screaming. She was out of control. Once they removed my father’s body, she went into her room. I watched from the door as she stuck a needle between her toes. Immediately, a dead look replaced her freaked out one. She lay on the bed and didn’t leave her room for days. I brought her food, but she barely ate anything.

  I remember the day she was arrested. The letters S.W.A.T. emblazoned on black uniforms. They broke down the door, shouted. My mother tried to run, then tried to fight them. Two men pushed her to the ground and handcuffed her. Tears streamed down her face. She screamed, “Get the fuck away from me. Take the children. Take whatever you want, just leav
e me alone.”

  After my mom was removed from the house, her breasts hanging out of her robe, a man with curly black hair came over.

  “You been doing drugs?” His face was hard. His dark brown eyes searched my face. I guess searching for a lie.

  “No,” I answered, shaking my head.

  “What about your brother?”

  “No,” I responded again.

  “Good.” He ruffled my hair. “Drugs make you forget what’s important. Don’t fuck around with them.” He cupped my chin in one hand. “Promise me.”

  I stared into his intense eyes, mesmerized, amazed that a perfect stranger would teach me more than my mom and dad ever had. “I promise.”

  And I kept that promise. I never touched drugs, even though I had plenty of opportunities.

  Too bad my brother didn’t listen.

  I can’t help but wonder where Travis is right now. What Zane’s done with him? To him? Tears fill my eyes. I hoped he’s someplace safe. I even hope he’s given up drugs, but I doubt it.

  Addiction runs thick and deep in our family DNA.

  One thing I know for sure. If Zane hurts Travis, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making Zane pay.

  A big part of me prays he hasn’t. Zane said he’s safe. I cling to that. And a pearl of hope curls through my heart. Maybe Travis and I can get to know each other again. Start over without of the bullshit.

  Maybe.

  I let my mind drift, allow myself to imagine “what if” scenarios until I finally fall asleep.

  Chapter 3

  Cruze

  I’m so pissed at myself, it’s difficult to think. I even forget to give the bellhop, Steve, a tip. He clears his throat.

  I want to take my anger out on him.

  Swallowing a growl, I pull out my wallet and hand him a hundred. “That ought to hold you for a while.” I grin, but the shape on my face feels more like a glare. For possibly the thousandth time I run through the scene with Cadence and me.

  “Thank you, Mr. Cruze,” Steve says, folding the hundred like he gets one every day.

  I raise a hand in response and head for the door to my room. My mind is already lost in Cadence, remembering the way she responded, the way she made me forget we were being filmed by a crew and watched by a set filled with people. Even though I’m humiliated—what we did was unprofessional—I’m also so fucking turned on. There’s no question I want Cadence. From the moment I saw her standing in the doorway to my hotel room all those weeks ago, I knew.

  The girl is different.

  She’s the one.

  Grab hold of her and don’t let go.

  But I didn’t trust my instincts. I let her walk out. Watched her get on the elevator. As soon as the doors closed I knew I’d fucked up, and I’ve been trying to fix it ever since.

  The one thing standing in my way is John Zane. Fucking John Zane. I’ve never despised anyone more than I despise him. If he wasn’t the owner of the production company, the one signing my paycheck, if he weren’t so well respected in the industry, I’d do everything in my power to take him down. Sadly, I need the motherfucker.

  He’s already threatened me once. I have no idea what he’ll do. It’s wishful thinking on my part to believe he won’t do anything. I’ve heard too many stories. He isn’t a man anyone should fuck with and, under different circumstances I’d respect his power.

  But it’s Cadence.

  He has her. I want her.

  And I think she wants me too. She acts like it.

  It doesn’t matter that she’s a prostitute. It’s what she does, not who she is. I get that, probably more than most. Acting is what I do, not who I am. Even though most people treat me like an “it,” a commodity. There’s so much more I have to offer. But I get it. Cadence fucking men for money doesn’t bother me. Well, it doesn’t bother me, except that she’s fucking John Zane.

  That does bother me, more than anything else has ever bothered me. I can’t stand it. I want to destroy him. Make him go away. Not kill him. I’m not that kind of man, but if I could get some dirt on him, if I could find out a secret, maybe I could convince him to let Cadence go, free her so that I can have the chance to be with her.

  As I ponder the situation I pull off my clothes and climb in the shower. The hot water steams the glass. I can’t be in here without thinking about Cadence: the way she washed my hair, the sweet mewling sounds she made when I kissed her pussy, made her come.

  My cock hardens, and I wrap a hand around it. Push my dick forward, imagine my hand is her pussy, and I thrust my hips harder and faster, slamming against my hand. The tension builds and builds. I think of the way her pussy tasted on my tongue, the way it felt with my dick inside.

  “Ah. Fuck. Fuck.” My release comes and some of the tension leaves my shoulders. It isn’t the same as actually fucking her, though. Looking into her eyes and watching her face glow with ecstasy. I want that. I want her.

  I quickly clean up and, as I’m stepping out of the shower, I know who to call to dig up dirt on John Zane.

  Chapter 4

  Zane

  After another glass of bourbon I’m relaxed and horny, but I tell myself I’m just going to check on Cadence. Make sure she’s okay. Nothing more.

  I push the door open and I can’t help but stare. Cadence is exquisite. She’s lying on her stomach, her hands resting by her face. Her dark hair is fanned out on one side. Thick lashes ring her eyelids. Her creamy complexion seems to radiate innocence, which at first I find funny. But really, she is innocent in a lot of the ways of the world.

  “Are you going to stand there, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?”

  I suck in my breath, surprised, and quickly let out a laugh. “Innocent my ass,” I growl, sitting on the bed next to her.

  She opens her eyes. Rolls over. There’s a crease from the pillow on her left cheek. I reach out and run my finger along it.

  “Who’s innocent?” she asks, taking my finger and putting it in her mouth. I watch her run her tongue around the tip, grab it lightly in her teeth, and suck it deep into her mouth.

  “You’re amazing,” I whisper, leaning over and kissing one side of her mouth. A smile forms on her lips. I pull my finger from her mouth and replace it with my tongue. An urgent desire to taste all of her overwhelms me. She responds hungrily, and I’m again surprised and grateful Fileze suggested I get with this hooker.

  It’s strange, but I don’t see her as a hooker anymore. She’s just an amazing person, unable to do anything half assed. Whether it’s fucking men for money, being my PFA, or anything else. She gives it her all. I love that about her.

  I pull the blanket off and tug the spaghetti straps of her dress off her shoulders. She moves her arms and hands and then I push the pink fabric down her body. She pushes up and I pull the dress off. The fabric is sinfully soft, like a second skin.

  “Get naked, Zane,” she whispers, and my already hardened cock gets harder. I unbutton my shirt. Cadence rises on her knees and helps me push it off. She kisses my collarbones and then trails kisses down my chest to my stomach and lower. I quickly unbutton my pants. Cadence pushes them off my hips, freeing my cock. She looks up, her eyes sparkling.

  And my heart shatters.

  If I was a stronger man, I’d walk away. Right now. Just walk out the door and never look back, because in her eyes I see a future where there is love. God damned love. For her. From her. It makes no sense. Not for someone like me. But I see it there, so close, and my heart and soul want it.

  At those thoughts, I almost leave.

  But her delicious mouth covers the tip of my dick and I’m lost. I should be worried that Cadence has such power over me, but how can I worry when she makes me feel so fucking good?

  I grab her hair and pull it away from her face so I can watch. Like a siren, her lips sing praises. All I hear, all I feel is that she is mine, that she wants to be mine, and that she’ll never leave.

  In the deep recesses of my mind I k
now that’s a lie. I know she has feelings for John Cruze, but I don’t fucking care.

  In this moment, while her lips are working their magic on my body, I’m going to pretend it’s just her and I, she and me, and no one else in the world.

  “Fuck, Cadence. I want you.” She sucks my cock all the way into her mouth so the tip presses against the back of her throat. Shit. I could come now and be a happy man, but I won’t.

  I lift her under the arms until her feet are off the floor. Our faces are close and I study her features. She looks hot. Horny, like me. And I wonder if she’s forgotten about her brother, about her breakdown. She seems altogether unconcerned with where she is. It’s as though her collapse in the limo never happened.

  Except it did.

  And then I see it.

  The hurt, the fear. It’s there. She hasn’t forgotten, but she’s using me, this moment to try and forget. To pretend there isn’t a big, fucking awful life outside the four walls of this bedroom.

  I get that. I get her, probably more than she even realizes. And I determine at that moment that I’m going to do everything in my power to make her forget.

  I stick one knee between her legs and kneel on the bed, carefully laying her back. She spreads her legs, opening her most personal part up to me. She’s wet and so, so beautiful.

  And for the first time in years, I want to fuck without inflicting pain. I’m not interested in getting off or getting her off while hurting her or myself. The knowledge shakes me to my core.

  She seems to sense the change in me. “Are you alright?”

  I’m surprised she notices. I have an excellent poker face. It also fills my cold, hard veins with warmth.

  In response to her question, I lean over and kiss the tender skin just above her pussy.

  She breathes in. Her hands find their way into my hair. I sigh internally. Her hands grabbing my hair when we fuck is the reason I’ve left it long. I lick each side of her pussy lips and am about to make my way into her blissful center when there’s a knock at the door.