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  Book #2

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  Copyright ©2019 by K.L.Rymer

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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  ASIN: B07XF72PHJ

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  Cover Illustration by GermanCreative

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  1. Crystal

  2. Eli

  3. Crystal

  4. Eli

  5. Misaki

  6. Crystal

  7. Eli

  8. Crystal

  9. Eli

  10. Crystal

  11. Crystal

  12. Eli

  13. Eli

  14. Crystal

  15. Eli

  16. Crystal

  17. Crystal

  18. Eli

  19. Crystal

  20. Eli

  21. Crystal

  22. Misaki

  23. Eli

  1. Eli

  Foreword

  There is a cliff-hanger ending but don’t despair! I have added a sneak peek into Book 3 at the end for your closure. I understand perfectly the frustration with cliff-hangers, so I feel you... Again, I promise there will be HEA. Just... not quit yet.

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  Book 3 will be published two weeks after book 2 on 7/11/19, so you don’t have to wait too long.

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  Enjoy.

  1. Crystal

  My back rests against something soft and crunchy, and I stir, opening my eyes to a bright light.

  It seems to fill every part of me, pouring into every atom of my being, and I’ve never felt more bliss.

  The bed beneath me is stuffed with some type of wild grass, and I catch a faint floral scent.

  Where am I?

  Suddenly, an image of Eli flashes up before me, a large, fleshy wound on his chest, and I jump upright, screaming his name.

  “Eli!”

  My rapid breaths echo through a strange, circular room as I whip my head around, searching for him. I stagger up to my feet, casting my eyes around. It contains a hearth in the centre and simple rustic furniture, and I begin to sweat.

  How did I get to this place?

  It doesn’t matter. All I have to do is concentrate on finding Eli. He’s hurt and he needs my help.

  There’s only one door in the room, and I rush forward, trying to pry it open, but it’s locked.

  I squeal in frustration, pounding on the door. “Eli!”

  I know he won’t hear me, yet I still pound, desperate to reach him. But the old timber barely budges and I eventually give up, falling to my knees.

  A soft whimper escapes me as I try to erase the image of Eli dying.

  My mind is a foggy haze, yet I can still recall an incident at the estate. It involved Eli and his father. They’d fought and I’d almost been killed, but Eli had saved me. He’d protected me from his wicked father.

  I owe him my life.

  Tears drip from my eyes as I take deep, shuddery breaths. No. Eli can’t be dead. Somehow, somewhere, I just know his heart’s still beating, and I close my eyes, almost hearing it.

  We’d always had some strange connection. Magnetic or electric, or whatever you want to call it, but we were almost in sync.

  His heart beats strong in my mind, and I soon relax, focusing on my new dwelling instead.

  It looks like something a hobbit would live in, an underground burrow of some kind. Its walls are a mosaic of various stone, and I rise to my feet.

  A round window displays a perfect, clear sky, and I make my way forward, noticing the strange blue tint to the glass.

  I suck in a loud breath when I see the world beyond.

  Beautiful lush hills spread out before me, flowers and blossoms sprouting up from the greenest grass I’ve ever seen, and inside the hills are more round-windowed houses.

  Butterflies flutter amongst the flowers as rabbits frolic and graze, and I shake my head, wondering if I’ve awoken inside a cartoon.

  I’m definitely miles away from London now. That’s for sure.

  Finally, I pull my gaze away from the breath-taking view and spot a white robe. It hangs off a chair where a bowl of clear water waits.

  Wooden sandals lay beneath the chair.

  Were these clothes meant for me?

  I peer down. I still wear my white skater dress and court heels, the ones I wore for my last supper with Eli, and I wrap my hands around myself.

  Although there’s no mirror to be found in the room, I know my lips are still red.

  I’d put the dress on for Eli, knowing he would be smitten when he laid eyes on me.

  But now I will never see him again, and I hug the dress closer, imagining he was beside me.

  He may have been cold-hearted, but his arms were always warm...

  A knock sounds at the door, echoing through the small stone room, and I stand erect, my heart hammering.

  “E-enter...”

  A bolt slides out of place, and then a pair of young girls enter the room, dark curly hair and tanned skin, wearing identical cotton dresses.

  They don’t say a thing to me. Instead, one of them removes my white dress and I gasp, surprised by the sudden contact.

  Now I stand in my sexy white lingerie, the set with the suspenders and the stockings, and I cover my body.

  I’d worn it beneath the cute dress in the hopes of seducing Eli. He’s only ever seen the lingerie in his dreams, but I’d hoped our last night together would have been the night we’d finally gone all the way.

  The least I deserved was a proper goodbye before he shipped me off back to America.

  The girls don’t question my provocative underwear and instead remove it with expert hands, and I shiver when one unhooks the clasp.

  Now my naked breasts bounce freely, and I feel goose bumps prickle around my nipples.

  Darn, it’s cold.

  Finally, they remove my white lace panties, and now my naked body is on full display.

  I’ve never felt more exposed in my life. Save for the sexy court heels.

  If only Eli could see me now, buck-naked with my red hot lips, side-swept curls, and heels, I’d have melted him into putty.

  I close my eyes then, just thinking about Eli’s lustful grey eyes all over me, and my sex starts to ooze.

  A gasp leaves my lips when one of the girls wipes my leg with a wet cloth, dipping it back into the bowl of cool liquid, before proceeding with the other.

  I release a sigh, loving the gentle way they scrub my body. One of them rubs close to my cleft, and for a moment I picture that it’s Eli’s tongue, lapping up my juices once again.

  He was always good with that tongue...

  The girls continue to scrub me, and I wonder if they notice I was getting a little aroused with all their rubbing action.

  Fudge, I’m so horny. Horny for a certain sexy demon. If I concentrate hard enough, I can almost hear his rising heartbeat, and bite my lip.

  Somewhere, he’s horny too.

  They move to my face at last, scrubbing away at the red that stains my lips.

  Finally, they dress me in the w
hite robes and place my feet into the wooden sandals. Then they leave the room, taking the bowl of water with them.

  Not even a kiss goodbye.

  I shake my head, focusing on the timber door before me.

  A memory returns, a memory of a glowing, ethereal figure, and long feathered wings, and my heart pounds when a set of footsteps approaches the door.

  My chest heaves as I stagger back to the grass-stuffed bed, keeping my eyes peeled on the door.

  Somehow, I know that the person on the other side will shock me to my very core.

  The footsteps stop outside, and then time freezes.

  Finally, the door creaks open, and my heart beats inside my mouth.

  An ethereal man stands inside the threshold, his long hair and beard a luminescent blond.

  He wears a long dress robe and a jangle of beads, but I can’t look away from those brilliant blue eyes.

  They’re the exact pair that greets me every morning when I gaze into the mirror, and suddenly my own start to burn with tears. One slips down my cheek, yet I smile, overcome.

  “F-Father...”

  2. Eli

  My nostrils twitch when I pick up the scent, and then my eyes snap open, their colour crimson black.

  It’s the smell of Crystal’s arousal, and the blood burns hot in my veins.

  I lie in bed as my morning wood turns the sheets into a tent once again, but I digress. It’s the first sign I’ve had of Crystal since she disappeared several days ago, and I stop a moment, catching my breath.

  She could be miles away, yet I feel her...

  And fuck... she’s horny (so, so horny), and I can envision her perfectly.

  She stands with her back to me, stark-naked except for a pair of white heels. Then she turns her head, giving me the sweet profile of her face, and her blonde, side-swept hair just covers her cheek where I catch a glimpse of blue eyes and bright red lips.

  My heart thumps against my chest as I take in the shape of her curvaceous body, and that round, firm arse. Crystal may be small, but her body’s banging. She even gives me a side view of one of her perky breasts, and I can barely take it anymore.

  I need her. Now.

  A growl escapes my lips as I jolt upright, my demon breaching the surface.

  We both need her...

  But at least she’s alive and well, and I breathe a sigh, the tension leaving my shoulders.

  I’m still hard. So I go to take a cool shower to do the necessary, then dress and head downstairs.

  I moved back into my London home the day after the battle with my father. But it will only be temporary. In a week’s time, I will be moving into an even bigger, shinier pad on Billionaires’ Row.

  I’m just sealing the deal now.

  Soon I will be the owner of two mansions. Of course, the old is still under repairs, but it’s not like I’ll be living there with all the shit memories it brings.

  I’d be happy if I didn’t have to set eyes on my ugly childhood home again, but it seems an awful waste to just leave it festering. Maybe I can hire it out for weddings and parties (who wouldn’t want to get married at the Addam’s Family’s estate?)

  My father would have been turning in his coffin now if he’d had a body to bury. Of which he didn’t. White had left absolutely no trace of him whatsoever, not even a speck, and a shudder runs down my spine.

  Such power and I was stupid enough to think I could actually go up against it. But if it means a lifetime without Crystal, then so be it. I’d gladly burn to dust if I could just see her for one more time.

  I even brought all her things back to London with me. Sparkles has even become my new nighttime spooning pal, and the things the poor little horse has had to endure. The other night I’d nearly gone to fourth base with her since she reeks of Crystal’s candy scent (I was horny and half asleep, a bad combination).

  Thank god toys really aren’t alive...

  I don’t bother to fasten my cravat as I pass Olga on the stairs. I don’t even criticise her cleaning anymore, since I’ve lost the will to care, and the woman has been worried sick.

  She is my second mother after all.

  Olga rolls her obsidian eyes when she sees my sloppy appearance, then ties my cravat.

  “You need to pull yourself together, young master. You will find another girl.”

  I sigh. “Not one like her...”

  She winces when she gets a whiff of my breath, which probably stinks worse than a hobo’s backside right now.

  “And you haven’t even brushed your teeth. Back upstairs, now, and don’t come back until you’re minty fresh.”

  I oblige and head back up the stairs. Olga’s right. I really have let myself go. There’s even a five o’clock shadow on my cheeks, just enough to give me that sex appeal. So long as I don’t go full-on hipster, then we’re good.

  After I pass Olga’s inspections on my way down the stairs a second time, I storm into the dining room and slump into a chair to eat breakfast.

  Giles stands erect to one side as usual.

  It’s a quiet Sunday morning.

  I almost miss Misaki, but I haven’t heard from her since the battle at the Black Estate, and good riddance.

  She’d been secretly documenting my relationship with Crystal to her online fans, garnering thousands of more followers in the process until we’d finally gone viral.

  It was how Lord White had found Crystal in the end. Apparently, it must have been the last straw for him, since he hadn’t even spared my father this time around. Yet he’d spared me, but I think it may have been due to the fact I was hiding under a bloody tablecloth.

  I don’t even remember pulling it over me.

  Had Crystal placed it there?

  Our story had been shared over a million times, so it was no wonder the glorified hippy had managed to find it.

  People need to get a life if they truly find that type of shit newsworthy. I’m not a celebrity in the slightest, although I have found myself the centre of public ridicule several times, and I’ve also banged many a famous lady.

  My father’s a famous tycoon, so it’s inevitable. Misaki has a big social media presence too, and the local tabloids have written about her on many occasions, but that’s about it.

  We’re nobodies really. We just have more money than we know what to do with.

  The saddest part about it all is that our ‘star-crossed’ romance is trending more than a sick little boy. He’s suffering from a rare form of cancer, and his parents are currently campaigning to get him over to the states for treatment.

  This world really is fucking backwards sometimes.

  I take out my phone then and re-read the article about the sick child, and my chest clenches in ways I haven’t experienced before.

  His name’s Elijah (not unlike mine), and he gives a wide, gap-toothed smile in one photograph, despite his uncertain future. It’s this photo that moves me the most. You can see the tiredness in his shining brown eyes, but he doesn’t give up. Just keeps going on.

  I’d always seen these kinds of stories in the past, but I always remained indifferent, living on in my own private bubble as if I was untouchable.

  But if only more people took notice. Especially people with the kind of money to make a difference. Then this world may be a better place.

  My thumb slides over the article till I find the link to the funding page. I see he already has a few thousand, but it’s only a smidgeon of what he needs.

  Well, I’m about to help him get there...

  Keep on smiling, little Elijah, because Eli Black is just about to become your anonymous benefactor.

  I won’t reveal my name. I don’t want the glory.

  The bar shoots up on his page, and then I put my phone away, taking a sip of my black coffee.

  Somewhere, I hope she’s smiling.

  3. Crystal

  My father’s estate was like something from a fairy tale.

  Everywhere I look, I’m greeted by vibrant colours and beautifu
l greenery. There are nature walks that stretch for miles, and the sun always seems to shine, even in the heart of the Scottish Highlands.

  It seems Lord White really does bless any land he treads.

  It turns out the hobbit hole I’d awoken in was just one of many in his compound. He had a whole village where his staff lived like a little community.

  He treats every single one of them like family, and the love and respect they show for my father was only a testament to his kindness.

  He truly was the opposite of Lord Black, who thrived off the fear and misery of his subordinates. And not for the first time since I’d left the Black Estate, I was glad my father had killed him.

  I’d never met a more callous man.

  I just hope Eli was faring well. With his father gone, he will have inherited everything, from the family company to the estate.

  Eli will be a very, very rich man now.

  Although I can channel into his emotions, particularly when he’s aroused, I can’t get much sense of what’s going on inside him. Considering he’s aroused a lot lately, I can only guess he’s feeling the pressure of his new role.

  If only I could be there to ease the pressure for him.

  I miss Eli so darn much, it hurts. I just wish he were beside me, intoxicating me with his spicy musk once again.

  Every time I close my eyes, he’s there, smiling with those storm cloud greys. And he’s always in high definition too. From the cute dimples to the strong line of his jaw, it’s a wonder I get any sleep at night.

  And then there are those lips — those sexy, erotic lips that whisper my name. Gosh, I just want to stick my finger on them.

  But by the time I reach his muscled torso, I wake up dripping wet, and that’s when I decide to take a dip in the local stream by my hobbit hole.

  It’s a great way to cool off when Eli’s handsome face won’t leave me, and I know he’s satisfied somewhere at the prospect of filling my fantasies.

  I’ve been staying in the village since I arrived, while my father lives up in the house, and I wonder when he will allow me to stay in his ancestral home with him.

  At least I got to know a few of the locals though. The girls who undressed me were named Leticia and Leila and lived several burrows away.