Table Of ContentVince Buchanan, the most broken Buchanan billionaire in the bunch, is
about to learn what it’s like to come face-to-face with redemption when he
rescues the one woman who wants to destroy him.
Emma Winters has one goal — take down Vince Buchanan and his club,
Malvagio — but when things go awry and Emma finds herself under Vince’s
dubious protection, she discovers that fate has very different plans for them both
in the thrilling conclusion of Alexx Andria’s best-selling, Bought By The
Billionaire Brothers, series.
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The Buchanan’s Redemption By Alexx Andria
Copyright © 2013 by Alexx Andria. All rights reserved.
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Vince Buchanan was a restless beast without a discernible outlet. His
sharp gaze wandered the dim haze of the opulent underground and exquisitely
private club, Malvagio, and a mildly amused but ultimately dissatisfied smile
curved his lips as couples in various stages of undress fondled and teased one
another with abandon. The sounds of gasps and moans mingled with the wild
thump of the gothic music pumping in from hidden speakers and an occasional
muffled scream echoed from a play room. He could easily imagine what was
happening behind one of the few closed doors because often, he was the one
meting out the punishment for the lovely subs begging for the kiss of his lash or
the slap of his hand on pristine flesh. Was there anything sweeter than the sound
of flesh meeting flesh and the resounding cry that followed as a round, bountiful
ass jiggled from the impact? Vince didn’t think so. He loved a woman’s ass
— more so after his palm had heated it. Malvagio was his den of iniquity, his
blissful acceptance of sin in its myriad of forms and the balm to his ragged
psyche — most nights.
Tonight was not one of those nights.
His life as of late had turned to utter chaos and not even the promise of a
good, dirty fuck could set things right again.
He sighed and threw back the scotch in his hand, attracting the attention
of his friend and fellow business partner, Laird Tiechert, who’d previously been
enjoying the talents of his favorite pet, Sapphire, which wasn’t her real name, of
course, but her Malvagio personality.
“Saff,” Laird drawled, motioning to Vince before he downed the contents
of his own tumbler. “My friend could use a pick-me-up. He’s been pouting all
night. I’ll bet you can put a smile on his sour face.”
Sapphire, a young woman born to ridiculous wealth and perennially
bored with all life had to offer by the tender age of fifteen, had finally been
invited to Malvagio for her eighteenth birthday. The invitation, of course, had
been secret and received with breathless anticipation as an invitation to the
underground club was a closely guarded honor. And thus far, Sapphire hadn’t
disappointed her sponsor. The succulent little harlot had a tight body, loose
morals, and an insatiable appetite, which ordinarily would’ve represented
Vince’s favorite qualities in a woman but these days, he was completely out of
sorts. He blamed his brothers. Laird grinned as Sapphire, clad in a sapphire
choker, matching heels and little else, knelt before Vince and her nimble fingers
plucked at his trouser button, eager to free his cock for her greedy, red mouth but
even though he enjoyed the idea of having his cock sucked immediately after the
woman had sucked off his best friend — such a perverted bastard he was — his
cock barely stirred.
“Someone doesn’t want to play?” Sapphire pouted when she saw his
flaccid cock.
“Maybe another time,” Vince said.
“Maybe you just need some more encouragement,” she countered with a
coy smile and Laird chuckled.
Before Vince could dissuade her, Sapphire’s lips covered his soft cock
and a riot of pleasurable sensation followed. Laird signaled for the hostess and
ordered two more rounds, all the while Sapphire sucked and licked, dutifully
trying to rouse his cock. Although his member finally sparked to life, Vince
knew it would take a while before he’d come because his mind wasn’t engaged
and gently disengaged Sapphire with a smile. “Darlin’, it’s me, not you,” he said
and she climbed to her feet with an unsure expression, her gaze darting to Laird
as if she were afraid she’d displeased him. “Laird, assure your pet, her talents are
sweet. I’m just in a shitty mood.”
Laird sighed and nodded, reaching to pull her close by her collar. “I will
punish you later,” he promised in a dark but silky tone and then slapped her on
the ass, sending her away.
“You’re such a cruel Master,” Vince said, chuckling. “Go easy on her.”
“Don’t worry about Sapphire. She puts on a good show but she loves
getting paddled. She is the quintessential brat with daddy issues. God, I love her.
You’re missing out,” Laird warned playfully, his gaze following his pet as she
made her way through the throng of people to a private room to await her
master. “So, what’s really eating at you? I’ve never known you to turn down a
blowjob from one of my pets. You know I have discerning tastes and would
never offer you anything of a sub-par nature.” Laird’s expression turned to mock
fear. “Good God, you’re dying, aren’t you? Joining the priesthood? Or worse
yet, still whining about your little investment going down the drain thanks to that
pesky older brother of yours?”
“Don’t talk about Dillon or Penny. The walls have ears and besides, I
don’t even think about Penny that way anymore.”
“Because she’s about to burst with your brother’s progeny or something
else?” Laird asked solicitously. The man was an incorrigible bastard and one of
the many reasons he and Vince got along famously. “I never knew you to be so
squeamish.”
“My lack of desire for Penny has nothing to do with the fact that she’s
pregnant, but rather the fact that Dillon would remove my head from my
shoulders if I so much as glance at Penny in a sexual manner. And seeing as my
relationship with my older brother has only recently become civil once again, I
don’t see the point in challenging his orders. Besides, Penny is now like my
sister. And I don’t go that way.”
“Pity. Some sisters are hot,” Laird responded with a shrug, his gaze
alighting as the scantily-clad hostess returned with their drinks. “Ahh! Perfect
timing. Tell me, gorgeous, what’s your name?”
Her big eyes widened and she actually stammered a bit, which Vince
found oddly endearing, and he took an extra second to regard the girl. “J-josie,”
she answered, placing their drinks on the small table between them. “Is there
anything else you need?” Laird patted his knee with a lascivious glint in his eye
and the girl’s mouth fell open as she shook her head. “Sir?”
“Darling, have you forgotten where you are? You’re in Malvagio. You
can’t play the blushing virgin within these walls because there’s nothing more
tantalizing to jaded wretches like us than a woman who hasn’t had a cock
between her thighs yet; we might devour a tasty morsel like that…”
“I…”
Vince could nearly see her shaking. The sequins on her hostess costume
twinkled in the dim light, winking, as she trembled. Her blond hair tumbled in
waves down her back, encouraging a good hold at the scalp, and he wondered
briefly if she were in fact, a virgin. Admittedly, he had a thing for virgins — a
weakness, one might call it. But, just as the idea sparked his slumbering libido,
reality intruded. There was little chance at all this succulent piece of ass was
untouched. No one came to Malvagio so sweet. Laird was right; they’d be eaten
alive. But she was plainly nervous and Vince wasn’t interested in forcing
himself on a quaking girl with little sense in her head for putting herself in
harm’s way. “Leave her be, Laird. Go fuck your pet. This one isn’t interested,”
he said with a bored drawl, motioning for the girl to be gone.
Once the girl had scuttled off, Laird turned to Vince with a speculative
look. “Did you hire her? I know I didn’t.”
Vince searched his memory and came up curiously empty. “No, I didn’t,”
he answered. “Perhaps Nolan?”
But even as he suggested it, he knew it wasn’t true. Nolan was too busy
being a husband and father — one of the most recent upsets in Vince’s life — to
bother with the club they both held major stakes in. “I think we need to question
the little morsel,” Laird suggested, eager to find the girl who’d practically ran
away from them. Laird loved nothing more than the chase but Vince knew his
friend too well and volunteered instead.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said, rising. “I need something to take my mind
off what’s happening all around me.”
“You’re transparent, Buchanan,” Laird said, grinning. “You want to find
out for yourself if that sweet little piece of ass is a virgin. Fine, have it your way,
but if you find her, let me know so I can watch. I love watching you do what you
do best.”
“Fucking pervert.” Vince grinned even as he delivered the insult and
Laired grinned back as he called after Vince without shame.
“A badge worn with pride.”
Vince descended from the VIP level onto the ground level of the club
and wound his way through the throng of well-heeled individuals all bent on
being someone else for the night. Assumed identities were part of Malvagio’s
charm as they acted out their most depraved fantasies under darkened and secret
cover. Of course, most were decidedly tame, Vince thought as he passed by a
number of sexual acts that were hardly taboo but enjoyable just the same, and
even lingered a moment as a woman, her legs thrown over the shoulders of a
man feasting on her clit, cried out, as her big, synthetically-enhanced tits heaved
with the force of her climax. But he was more interested in finding the mystery
hostess than remaining with the couple who had moved onto fucking before the
woman could even catch her breath.
Malvagio was a tri-level building with the VIP quarters and the security
cameras at the top level so they could overlook the second floor, an opulent
expanse of divans, soft, sensual chairs as well as an area used for dancing as
gothic techno music throbbed in time with the moving bodies. The bottom level
was the dungeon, which was equipped with five different rooms of varying
sexual preference and taboo. The walls were covered in burgundy damask
wallpaper with priceless oil canvas art of William Bouguereau and Francois
Boucher with buxom models showing plenty of flesh in varying stages of
debauchery. Vince and Nolan had always professed an appreciation for a full-
figured woman for there was nothing better than the give of soft flesh beneath
the fingertips. His gaze sought out the unknown blond but each hostess that
passed by were ones he’d hired — and bedded — at one time or another and his
pique at not being able to find her was beginning to converge into something
more serious. How had she managed to circumvent their security to gain access
to Malvagio? No longer simply curious, his need to find the girl was grounded in
the need to protect the club. Many had much to lose if their involvement became
known and thus, the proprietors took great care in protecting their anonymity.
Something didn’t feel right.
In the past, he’d have Nolan with him to handle the situation but Nolan
was no longer available. His twin brother was too busy being respectable to
bother with Vince and their investments presently — including Malvagio. But
Vince didn’t have time to grouse about Nolan. With each passing second that the
mystery girl went unaccounted, he felt certain they were all barreling toward
something bad.
Emma Winters realized she’d bitten off more than she could chew the
minute she locked eyes with Vince Buchanan, if even for a second, but she
couldn’t find the way out of this cursed place to save her life. In hindsight, her
grand plan had been pretty reckless but it’d seemed like the only answer at the
time. Now? She just wanted to get out this rotten place before she ended up like
her younger sister, Lana. She tried to make her way toward what she believed
was the exit but suddenly, she was waylaid by a big man wearing a laconic smile
and a carnal light in his eyes. “You look delicious,” he said, reaching out to
finger a fat curl and tug on it lightly. “Do you belong to someone?”
The solicitously asked question was no less disgusting but from what she
knew of Malvagio, everyone belonged to someone and if she were to say
otherwise would mark her as being an outsider and blow her tenuous cover. She
forced a tremulous smile and pretended that she was indeed someone’s property.
“Of course. My Master is coming. I was told to wait here,” she answered.
“And who is your Master?” he asked, sliding his finger along the curve
of her jaw. “Perhaps he would be of a mind to share his lovely pet.”
“He doesn’t share,” she said quickly, shuddering at the thought. “In fact,
he’s very jealous. Very possessive.”
He arched his brow at that. “Possessive and yet he brings such a pretty
thing here? Seems an odd way to cherish a possession as lovely as you. Surely,
he knows that Malvagio has a reputation for debauchery at its finest level. And
with that comes a certain…permissiveness with fellow Malvagio members.”
“Yes, well, he’s odd that way.”
He advanced, crowding her personal space in a way that made her
intensely uncomfortable but she tried not to show it. Fear had a way of making
people do stupid things and Emma couldn’t afford to be stupid here. “What if I
told you, that I think you’re lying…that you have no Master and therefore are
fair game.”
“Y-you would be wrong,” she said, lifting her chin. “In fact, my Master
is…Nolan Buchanan.” She threw the name out there in the desperate hope that
her aggressive suitor would back off but when the man’s slow smile widened
with feral intent, she knew she’d picked the wrong Buchanan.
“Now I know without a doubt you’re lying,” he said, pushing her hard
into the darkened room. She stumbled on a gasp but tried to dart past him — no
matter she was blowing her cover big time — but he was too quick. “Where are
you going, little lamb? We haven’t even begun to have fun.” He flicked the
lights and the room illuminated through a series of slow, dim recessed lighting.
Emma shrank back when she saw what looked like a medieval torture chamber
with whips and chains and leather restraints. He turned the lock and returned to
her, his smile the scariest thing she’d ever seen. “You see, I know the Buchanans
very well. And I know that Nolan hasn’t taken a sub or slave to Malvagio in
months, which means you don’t belong to anyone, let alone Nolan Buchanan.”
“Let me go,” Emma demanded, hating that her voice trembled. She was
in deep shit. “Okay, fine, you caught me. I’m not a Malvagio regular but that
doesn’t give you the right to terrorize me. If you don’t let me go this instance,
I’ll start screaming my head off.”
“Please do. I love the sound of a woman’s screams. Particularly screams
mingled with pain and fear.”
Pain? Hell no. Emma made one last effort to escape, running past him
but he scooped her up as if she were made of air and slammed her down on the
table, knocking the wind from her lungs and momentarily dazing her. She fought
for breath while he quickly secured her tightly to restraints that dangled from the
ceiling, then slowly lowered the table flush with the floor, leaving her dangling.
She hung like an offering, her legs spread obscenely but no matter how she
thrashed, she couldn’t free herself. Emma caught the glint of something in the
dull light and she realized he was holding a thin blade. Oh God…”What are you
doing?” she asked, opening her mouth to scream. “Stop! Stop! Please! Someone
help me!”
He laughed and slid the blade under the tiny straps of her costume
bottoms and cut them free. He did the same for her top. She was mortified to
find herself naked and splayed on the table, vulnerable to his gaze and his touch.
“You have beautiful skin,” he observed, running his hands down the
flesh of her belly, cupping her mound roughly. “And nicely bare. I abhor a hairy
cunt.”
“Fuck you,” she said and he responded with a lightening fast crack across
her face. She tasted blood. He squeezed her cheeks so hard her jaw popped and
she blinked back tears.
“Now I shall have to punish you.” He went to the wall and selected a
wicked looking paddle, testing its weight against his palm with a few slaps.
Satisfied, he returned to Emma and without hesitation, landed the first, of what
would become many, hits on her tender skin.
Heaven help me! She sobbed openly, begging him to stop but her sobs
fell on deaf ears and in fact, he became more frenzied with his beating until
Emma knew she would lose consciousness soon. Would anyone find her before
he killed her? I’m sorry, Lana…I failed you.
Emma had known monsters prowled Malvagio…she hadn’t expected to
run straight into one.
