Stolen Rapture

Rahve knew the instant Cord and his playmate arrived. He turned and even with a room between them, he could smell sex. He snorted silently. So Cord had fucked her already tonight. That explained the limousine service. His eyes swept over the woman, cataloging the elegant dress, the voluptuous curves that were just a little too rounded for current fashion, and the sparkling hazel eyes that were still a little dazed from orgasm. He went to join them."Nice of you to show up," he said to Cord."Screw you," Cord snapped, then laughed. "This," he turned to the woman at his side, "is Deluna Jordan. Baby, this is my partner-"Boss."Partner," he repeated, ignoring Rahve's correction, "Rahve Falcon."It's lovely to meet you, Mr. Falcon," Deluna said, offering her hand. He took it and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing the backs of them very softly. She stared in surprise."Rahve," he requested. "Cord's told me a lot about you. It's nice to put a face to the name. Welcome to my home, and thank you for coming to the party."It's a pleasure to meet you, Cord hasn't told me a lot about you," she replied."I'm not surprised," Rahve answered. Falcon was genuinely amused. Cord watched him with thinly veiled suspicion. "Would you like a drink?"Thank you, that would be lovely."Rahve was being summoned from the other side of the room and his dark eyes flickered with annoyance that was easily read. He excused himself and on his way to the agitated woman waving less than discreetly to him, he stopped and directed one of the waiters to bring her a glass of champagne."Be careful around him," Cord advised. "He's interested in you."She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "You can tell that from hello, can you?"I've known Rahve a lot of years, baby," he said, tone ominous. "He enjoys dangerous games."And you don't?" There was ice in her voice, making the words caustic in tone. Cord's blue and green gaze was hard when he met hers, and she shivered."You like my games," he stated. "Rahve plays b