Vivienne falls hard for Jacob’s charms.
Yet she doesn’t know whether Jacob can let love into his heart. A romantic trip to Barcelona draws her closer to him, and she hopes it will last. But a shocking incident at a costume party snaps Vivienne back to reality. She’s been naïve and discovers that jealousy works both ways.
“Vivienne was playing a dangerous game. Jacob was a billionaire heartthrob. How did you hold on to a man like that? She was with him now. But what about tomorrow, or next week? There was a lot of opportunity, and too many other women that were prettier than she was. Vivienne was more in love than she’d thought possible, but Jacob hadn’t voiced such sentiment.
It was impossible to envision life without him, yet Vivienne couldn’t see how they could have a future without love. She hoped to tear down the walls around his heart. But as the days went by, she began to wonder if Jacob would allow true love into his heart, or whether he was too damaged. She didn’t know for sure, but prayed that her love could heal.”
Vivienne prays that her love can heal Jacob’s damaged soul, unable to envision a future without him.
Series: Rinaldi Romance
Wicked Obsession is the sixth book in the Bend To My Will series, a Rinaldi Romance that unfolds over a series of novellas. Jacob Rinaldi made his fortune in wine importing, and he travels the world. He is a billionaire with his choice of women, but is obsessed with having Vivienne Lake. This is a steamy romance with bdsm elements. Throughout this hot love story, Jacob faces the darkness that threatens to engulf him. And Vivienne learns the joy of submission, while teaching Jacob that love isn’t out of reach.
I am really loving this book series. I truly cannot wait to see what awaits Vivienne and Jacob Skye’s mom
Viv finally is on the jealously end in the relationship. Jacob sees more of what it must be like have grown up in a small town with caring although now divorced parents. Which enlightens both of them with more understanding for each other. Either their differences will bring them closer or widen the gap to far to build a bridge over. Not to mention there are some business problems for both of them as well other characters we have grown to love. Can’t wait for the next book……. M. Hansen
The emotional weekend ended, and Vivienne returned to her apartment. The heavy book was still on the floor, a reminder of how upset she’d been so recently. She lifted it back onto the shelf and straightened the pages, before picking up the pressed flower. Holding it to her cheek, Vivienne thought of what had happened over the last few days.
When Jacob had confided that, as a child, he’d been physically abused, Vivienne had been deeply moved. For his sake, she had held back her reaction, knowing that discussing the subject was difficult for him. But she was alone now, and a tear rolled down her cheek. Vivienne cried for the young boy who had been brutalized by his own father, and for the grown man who had to deal with the emotional damage.
Jacob was complicated. Although Vivienne had some insight into the darkness, it was only a glimpse of what was inside him. He was a product of being raised by an alcoholic father who left scars on his back and in his heart. Yet he had also been molded by Vico and Sophia, the parents who loved him.
Vivienne gently put the pressed flower back into the book, marveling at how dramatically her relationship had changed within a few hours. The treasure she wedged between the pages represented the romantic side of Jacob, one he chose to deny. She was grateful that he’d imparted a few details of the childhood trauma, which he had been reluctant to speak about before.
But Vivienne hadn’t pressed for more. Jacob had shared what he could, yet Vivienne hoped that he would tell her about his past in greater depth, when he was able to. Now that she knew about the abuse, a lot of things made more sense. Although she didn’t completely understand him, as that would take a lot more than one conversation.
Later that night, Vivienne snuggled into her bed. She tucked her knees up and hugged her pillow, unable to fall asleep. If only Jacob was next to her, it would be so much better. With the drama of her reaction to the breakup, and the immense relief of Jacob rescuing her, there had been little time to reflect on what had caused it all.
The heat of the playroom was vivid in her mind, and at last, Vivienne was in touch with her feelings. It had been disappointing that she’d said her safe word, even though Jacob assured her that she’d done the right thing. He seemed to think it was his fault.
But now, Vivienne knew it wasn’t.
When Jacob had guided her into an intense scene, right after playing out her request for rough sex, something inside her had shifted. Without warning, Vivienne had slipped into a new state, one that had been unfamiliar to her.
The progression had moved her emotionally, and, overcome with a desire to please Jacob, she’d experienced the feeling of complete submission. The unexpectedness had thrown her off a bit, but the deliciousness had swept her up. The power of the feeling had been as irresistible as the drug of choice was to an addict.
The pull was far too great to fight, and in the throes of passion, Vivienne had no will to do so. The exhilaration and the utter satisfaction of submission to Jacob had consumed her. If that had been all, she might have come through it without folding.
But something else had happened, and Vivienne hadn’t seen it clearly before. She loved Jacob, with all her heart. It was just as he had warned her, that sentimentality mixed with the high of sex play was dangerous. That was exactly what had happened.
All at once, the love Vivienne felt for Jacob had swelled her heart, while simultaneously the pride of total submission flooded her. It had been a deadly combination, as it had thrown her into a sea of emotion that she was unable to navigate.
It had been too much, and had overwhelmed her. Since Vivienne hadn’t confessed her love, there was no way to let Jacob know that was what had happened. At the time, she hadn’t even understood it. But now it was as clear as the night sky outside her window.
How could she have not seen it before? Vivienne had paid little heed to Jacob’s admonishment that romance didn’t belong in the playroom. But her reaction had demonstrated the truth of his words. Truly addicted to the intense sex play with Jacob, she was also utterly in love with him. Vivienne had no clue how to reconcile the two.
Maybe Jacob didn’t either, which explained why he advised against confusing one with the other. Vivienne wasn’t doing that. It wasn’t that the intimate scenes, and being dominated by Jacob, made her think she loved him. Worse than that, Vivienne did love him. And she hadn’t dealt with it very well in the heat of passion.
The next morning, Vivienne was quickly immersed in business, dealing with the usual issues along with some new ones. Although Jacob was on her mind, she focused on the tasks at hand. After she ensured that Michele was moving forward on a couple of important projects, and that Luke had the warehouse under control, Vivienne went to work blending scents.
It wasn’t only Sensual Scents that needed a continual supply of unique perfumes, Vee’s did also. The foundation of her business was supplying popular brands, but buyers often chose her shop to find a blend that was different and stood out. Vivienne’s passion was for blending the special fragrances, even more than the business side of things.
Vivienne lost track of time, and it was nearly lunchtime when she took a minute to check email. There was an important one from Alfred. She read it, then reread it. There were some issues involving the online venture. A few key suppliers had delayed shipments for various reasons, and the website wasn’t active yet.
Testing the purchase system had turned up a few bugs, and the programmers were fixing them. Alfred was pressing some domestic suppliers to deliver without further delay, letting them know the late shipments to the warehouse had stalled the online business venture. In the email, he apologized to Vivienne, but it wasn’t his fault.
Vivienne replied: “You’re doing all you can.” That was true, and the delay wasn’t cause for panic. As long as Vee’s did well, she could wait for the new venture to be profitable. The pressing issues had Alfred’s full attention, which meant he wouldn’t be flying off to Paris anytime soon. She was glad that she wasn’t the one who had to manage the support structure of Sensual Scents.
The following day after hours, Vivienne planned to meet Lana for drinks. She couldn’t wait to hear about her friend’s trip, and to share what she could of her weekend too. Since she was the first to arrive at the gastropub, she decided to get seats before the place got too crowded. The huge space had two long bars and a separate dining room, but since it was warm outside, she chose a table on the garden patio.
Vivienne nibbled on the bar snacks and scanned the cocktail menu. When her phone vibrated, she was pleasantly surprised to see it was Jacob.
“Hi, baby, what are you up to?”
“Nosy, aren’t you?”
“If you must know, I’m sitting in a garden waiting for Lana. We’re having drinks, but she’s not here yet.”
“Yes, they got back from their trip,” Jacob said. “Trace was at work today.”
Vivienne hugged the phone to her ear. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
“I called to tell you something,” Jacob said. “I’ve been putting off a business trip for a few weeks, but I do have to go.”
Vivienne’s heart fell. She knew that travel was a requirement for a wine importer, but it hadn’t come up yet. Now Jacob would be flying off somewhere, and she’d be alone. Her mood sagged. “When do you leave?”
“You mean…when do we leave?” Jacob let that statement hang there before continuing. “I’m taking you to Barcelona with me.”
Vivienne’s mind raced. She couldn’t leave Vee’s, she didn’t know what to wear in Spain, and, most of all, Jacob hadn’t asked. “You assume I can go?”
“I refuse to leave you behind.”
Jacob had said just the right thing. He had made plans without consulting her, but Vivienne wasn’t going to drag her feet too much about a trip to Spain. “I wouldn’t want you to leave me behind,” she said. “I just have to figure a few things out. When do you have to go?”
“I can email the details as soon as I get word back from my pilot,” Jacob said, “but next week, for sure. Does that give you enough time?”
“Would it matter?”
“Of course it would matter.” Jacob sounded frustrated.
“Okay, it will be fine,” Vivienne said. “I’m excited. I haven’t been to Spain before. And Barcelona must be quite a city.”
“It is,” Jacob said. “I have business to do, but we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the sights.”
Vivienne saw Lana looking around for her, and she waved her over. “Lana’s here.”
“Okay, baby. We’ll talk about this more later.”
Lana sat in the chair across from her and draped her purse over the back. “What happened? You have an expression like you just won the lottery or something.”
“Not quite, but Jacob is taking me to Spain.”
“You’re kidding.” Lana threw up her hands. “First you get to visit France, and now Spain. I’m jealous. And I thought I was special because I got to visit Hudson.”
Vivienne laughed. “We’re flying to Barcelona next week.”
“Can you get away?”
“I’ll make it happen,” Vivienne said. “I’m not passing this up. I might not get the chance again, and…I’ll be with Jacob.”
“Yes, you have to go,” Lana said. “You don’t want him away in another country, meeting some foxy Spanish babe.”
“Not a chance.”
The waiter came over and they placed their drink orders. Then Vivienne leaned back in her chair. “So tell me…how was your trip to Hudson?”
“It was romantic, just as you might imagine,” Lana said. “The highlight was the Olana, the historic home of the painter Frederic Church. We took a taxi along a winding climb up a hill above the river, then walked on a short nature trail to the estate.”
“Was it great?”
“It’s what I love about that area: the view of the green Hudson River Valley with the Catskills in the distance.” Lana got a dreamy look in her eyes. “And way up there at the top, overlooking everything…Trace kissed me.”
“It sounds like something out of a movie.”
“It really was,” Lana said. “Too bad we only had a few days. How about you? How was your weekend?”
The waiter returned with their drinks, giving Vivienne a moment to gather her thoughts. As much as she wanted to, there was little about her weekend that she could tell her friend. “It turned out really good,” she said. “I feel like Jacob is warming up to me. It’s hard to explain.”
“I’d say he’s warmed up.” Lana laughed. “He’s taking you to Barcelona. What does that tell you?”
“That he doesn’t want to go alone?”
Lana just stared at her. “What’s wrong with you? Jacob is sweet on you, whether he admits it or not.”
Vivienne smiled. “I think you’re right. At least, I hope you are.”
“After drinks, let’s order food. They make lamb sausage tacos here that are to die for.”
“Sure, but I think I’ll go for the pork sandwich.”
“Okay, you have to give me a bite, though.”
Vivienne laughed. “I’ll give you half.”
“Don’t get carried away,” Lana said. “After dinner, we’ll go home and check out what’s in your closet. You’ll need lots of summer wear. We’ll see what you have, or you can borrow some stuff from me.”
“Sounds good,” Vivienne said. “And it’s still a week away. If there’s a gap in my wardrobe, we can go shopping.”
“Now you’re talking.” Lana grinned. “Maybe we’ll go shopping anyway.”
It started to sink in that Vivienne was really going to Barcelona. When she thought of going away with Jacob, she got excited. She’d have him for more than just a weekend, which was promising. Such a romantic trip was bound to draw them closer; Vivienne couldn’t envision it otherwise.