Billionaire Black: My Billionaire Boss, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (5 page)

He finally broke off the kiss, leaving both of us gasping. All I wanted was to fuck him right now.

"I will see you Wednesday," he said
and gave me a final kiss.

"You bastard," I said, panting.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"You bastard,
sir
," I said.

He raised his hand to my throat and took hold of the collar with two fingers.

"You belong to me and you will obey," he said.

With that he moved me away from the car and got back in the driver's seat, leaving me standing on the footpath panting like I'd just run ten blocks. He drove away and I didn't know whether to laugh or throw my shoe at the retreating limo.

I floated into my building and then took the elevator up to my floor, trying to clear my head but all I could think about was Mr. Stone. By the time I reached my apartment I was determined to give myself a cold shower or a good slap in the face so I could regain my senses.

But as soon as I stepped inside my door, I felt a cold rush come over me like I'd dived into an ice pool.

Sitting on my scarred and battered coffee table was a single A4 photograph. It was a young girl at a protest. She was yelling and holding a Molotov cocktail. Her face was filled with rage and fear.

It was me, age sixteen.

I turned the photo over and stuck on the back was a print-out from my hometown local paper.

STONE PHARMA BURNT DOWN IN ARSON ATTACK

I didn't read the article because I knew it by heart. I'd read it a million times when it had been published. A Molotov cocktail was thrown during a protest against Stone Pharma. Their building caught fire and burnt to the ground. A janitor working there had died of smoke inhalation in the basement.

Underneath the article was a phone number and a message:

Text
I understand
and await our instructions.

Someone knew who I was. They knew where I lived and had been in my apartment.
I pulled out my phone and tried to enter the message but my hands were shaking too much. Finally I gave up trying to enter the message and collapsed on the sofa, staring at the photo of my younger self.

She had been out of her depth back then and I was out of my depth right now. She had made stupid decisions back then.

Was I about to make a stupid decision right now?

I managed to type in
I understand
and hit send.

***

Billionaire Blackmail: My Billionaire Boss, Part 5

Someone has uncovered Delilah's past and is using the information to blackmail her. Will she reveal all to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire, and risk losing him? Or will the past come back to bite them both?

This is the fifth part of the "Billionaire Boss" series by Emily Cantore and is 7000 words long.

About the Author

Emily Cantore has a last name that sounds like some kind of dance and a mind that spends a lot of time thinking about hot and heavy moments. She writes creative smut that is based on true events and true smut based on wild times. Her stories are all works of fiction … except when they're not.

www.emilycantore.com

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