Amethyst Rapture by Fey Suarez Read Free Book Online Page B

says we must find the bones and return them to the ocean with the amethyst or else whatever part of Sheila that exists will take your body to house her soul. She says you shouldn’t touch the amethyst anymore because each time you do you lose a piece of yourself to Sheila and she gets stronger.”
Brandy looked shocked. “How do we get the bones?”
Armando shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to steal them.”
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“How do we steal bones from the Cuban government?” Brandy asked back at the hotel.
“This is ridiculous.” Ryan lay back on the bed. “I can’t believe I actually believe this shit.”
“Why don’t you see what you can find out from Bill about the bones?” Brandy told him.
“Fine,” he agreed, standing up.
“I want to come with you,” Miranda said.
“I have to stay hidden from my boss so he doesn’t find out I’m not really sick.”
“I’ll stay with you,” Brandy said to Armando with a sigh.
Ryan and Miranda left, and Armando took the amethyst out of his pocket. It was covered in dried chicken’s blood.
“This is disgusting,” he said, and walked into the bathroom and turned on the tap. “So it was all the amethyst. I couldn’t have gotten you by myself?” he asked.
Brandy walked to the doorway separating the bathroom from the main room. “Not in that office, no.” Brandy smiled.
“I risked getting fired for you.” Armando grinned, showing off his white teeth.
“Hmph.” Brandy retorted with a smile.
“Can I offer you this stone again?”
Brandy cocked her head.
“I’m only joking.” Armando dried the amethyst and set it down. He watched as Brandy’s eyes followed the amethyst and stared intently at it.
“I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt to touch it one more time,” Brandy said. “I just want to touch it. I want to feel it in my hand one more time.”
“No,” Armando replied.
“I found it. It’s mine.” She reached for it.
“You’re not going to touch it.” Armando grabbed Brandy’s hand before she could reach the purple gem. “Don’t,” he said gently.
“Please?” Brandy said weakly.
“I see I’ll have to do something to keep your mind off the amethyst.” Armando wiped his hands on his pants, pushed Brandy into the bedroom and firmly closed the bathroom door behind him.
Out of sight of the amethyst Brandy said, “I was only joking.” She looked at Armando’s heated expression. “Armando…” Her voice trailed off.
Armando sat down and pulled Brandy with him. He gently nipped at her lower lip and delved his tongue into her mouth. Brandy kissed back, running her tongue along his white teeth and pulling at his bottom lip.
“If I’m going to have you again it’s because you want to, not because you’re compelled to by some…force,” he said searching for a word.
“What makes you think you can have me again?”
Armando deftly slipped his hands up her shirt and found her breasts. Brandy sighed as he teased her nipples with his thumbs through her bra.
“I can tell when a woman is attracted to me, and you couldn’t fight our mutual attraction if you tried. You want me.” He teased her lips with his tongue.
Brandy wanted to deny his words but they were true. The more time she spent with Armando the more she liked him.
“Why did you have to wear pants? This is Cuba. It’s too hot for pants.” he said tickling her crotch through the unwanted clothing.
Brandy felt a twinge of guilt. She wasn’t like this. She wasn’t easy. It had to be Sheila, she decided. The old santera had said that Sheila was taking her over, little by little, each time she touched the rock, right? Brandy decided not to think about it. She would enjoy the moment and not try to analyze it.
Armando gently freed Brandy’s breasts from the thin piece of lace covering them and pushed her into the pillows. A willing participant, Brandy watched as Armando slowly inched her shirt up until her breasts were visible. White flesh surrounded by golden skin testified to her fondness for