All Chapters of SAVAGE PASSION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elias released her and looked up. Rihanna turned around and saw the whole group standing behind her. Alessandra had a look on her face Rihanna couldn't read. Darius and Donald who she barely knew, looked gravely at her like a decision had been made. It was Daniel who had spoken, and his green eyes were saying all kinds of things to Elias that only they could understand. "You can tell her." She looked at Elias and watched his face change like a huge weight was at once lifted and dropped on him at the same time. "She's not ready.” "She can handle it," Alessandra told him. "I can handle what?" Rihanna demanded. She pointed at her best friend. "I knew you'd been keeping something from me. Is this it?" Alessandra's face had never been more somber. It was a little frightening and it quieted Rihanna’s anger. "Can I handle it, Zandra?" Alessandra nodded and looked at Elias. "She can. You can trust her. I'd trust her with my life. Even if she rejects you, she'll never tell anyone

Feeling herself start to throb, she nodded and swallowed, eyes falling to his engorged cock. He caught her look and palmed himself, then standing at the edge of the bed, grabbed one of her legs and pulled her to him. Within two seconds, her dress was off and his eyebrows shot up. “No underwear?” She shrugged and grinned at him flirtatiously. “I knew it would be hot.” “It’s fucking hot alright,” he said, thickly, running rough hands all over her body. She chuckled, “No I mean hot hot.” He met her eyes and climbed on top of her until she had lowered herself, lying beneath him with her hair fanned out on the red comforter. “I know what you mean.” Electricity shot down her legs as his fingers discovered her pussy. “You’re wet for me already.” A different kind of smile lit up his face and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, giving her soft lobe a tender lick. “I can smell when you want me, by the way.” “You can?” she asked, surprised. “Mmmhmm,” he murmured into her n

After a half hour of hair combing and putting it up, then back down, putting on only lipstick then rethinking it and doing her whole face, scrubbing her armpits in the bathroom sink, anything she could think of. Rihanna let Alessandra help her into the dress she was not getting married in. It fit her very snugly, but she loved it. “Did he buy this?” Alessandra nodded zipping up the back and surveying the result in the mirror. Rihanna looked beautiful as she slipped on the strappy silver heels and turned to see her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes were so bright! “Are you sure I shouldn’t wear my hair up? I think it…” She caught Alessandra’s gaze in the mirror and pointed at her. “Stop crying!” Rihanna shoved down the rush of tears that threatened to explode from her, too. “Oh my God, Zandra! I’m not getting married today!” “I know!” Her heart was so scared yet so full, she didn’t know what to do with herself. “Where do I go now? What do I

Stepping onto Seventh Avenue, she paid the cabbie and told him, “Thank you for being so fast.” Her eyes were already fixed on her reason for coming, the building she’d secretly helped come to fruition. She hadn’t dared drive by it since they’d broken up and had avoided it like the plague, but tonight she felt drawn to it. This building. She had a large part in making it happen. Donald, Darius, Elias, and Daniel— the architects of D.D.D.E. Inc.—would never know that, but she knew it. That’s what mattered. As pedestrians crossed her path behind and in front, Catherine gazed up at the structure towering above, marveling at what they had accomplished. It was one of many, now, designed by them, but it had been the springboard. The beginning of their success. She’d read mentions of their firm in the paper a few times over the years since they’d been apart. It seemed he and his talented friends were making a quiet but very important splash with green design. How exciting that must be!

Donald started laughing, which for him was one guffaw followed by a shake of the head on a low, lingering chuckle. He stared at the screen and dried himself off with the enormous towel, thinking about what he wanted to do. Bending over, he typed the best idea he’d ever thought of. Leaving town for a few days. Going to the woods. The phone is dead. I’ll be fine. Don’t wait up. – D He waited for the responses he knew would bounce back immediately. His packmates didn’t let him down. “That’s awesome.” “Get a new phone before you go.” “If you’re lying and hiding out in your apartment for 3 days, you’re a bigger pussy than I think you are.” His group emailed them one last time. Darius, stop watching ‘Supernatural.’ Dean is not a good role model for vocabulary choices. Daniel, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine. You know this. Elias, fuck off you dickhead. I adore you, too. Leave Rihanna for me and it’s on. He grinned and turned off the computer, dropped the towel over the back