Pretend Married (A Billionaire Love Story) (56 page)

Part of me felt relieved. Nathan wasn’t a sex trafficker. He hadn’t lied to me—not in the way I’d thought, at least. But another part of me felt sick all over again. Captain Pierce and God knows who else in the department had a connection with the Irish mob. That meant they were complicit in murdering thirty-six women and children and trafficking countless others. My whole world was crumbling around me. The cops were supposed to be the good guys…

And clearly, I didn’t know Nathan as well as I’d thought. Maybe he was trying to do the right thing, but he’d had no qualms about hiding it from me. What exactly was his game plan, anyway—to disappear from my life, to hide out in this safe house until the threat passed, and then just waltz back up to me once it as all over?

I needed to be careful around him. Despite how much he had changed, it was obvious that he still thought of himself first and everyone else second.

I looked down to the floor, and almost embarrassed feeling rolling through me for not seeing this sooner. I was a detective. I should have seen this coming, asked more questions, demanded more answers. After all of this, Pierce was just setting me up as collateral damage.

“Sandra, if Captain Pierce is involved, this whole thing might go deeper than even I suspected. I knew Mr. Wallace had men on the inside, but I never would have guessed the good captain was one of them. If he gets access to my computer…”

“What is on the computer, Nathan?”

“Leverage.”

I snarled. I was tired of his cryptic bullshit, his “cover my ass” attitude. “What the hell do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he said evasively. “Look, we have to stop him,” he continued, reaching out and laying his hand on top of mine. His skin was soft and warm, and it felt nice to connect like this.

I shook my head. That was hardly an answer, but he was right. Time might be of the essence.

“How do we do that?” I asked softly, staring back at him.

“We give him what he wants,” Nathan replied, lifting the t22 transmitter into the air and smiling. “We give him
exactly
what he wants.”

I
f
I was going
to make this believable, I had to play my part. That meant spending a lot of time around Mr. Hale for the next few days and reporting back to Captain Pierce on my progress at getting him computer access.

On the plus side, this gave us plenty of time to explore each other’s wild sides.

Some people deal with stress by drinking, some do it by smoking, and I was dealing with stress by riding Nathaniel Hale’s incredible cock. His hands gripped my luscious hips and rocked me softly as I straddled him, bringing our flesh together. Everything about it was primal, animal, beyond the scope of human control. It was just what I needed: less thinking, more
doing.

There was something to be said about living like this. Nathan rarely had to leave the house, choosing to do most of his work via his computer, and although we were holed up here in his mansion for a few days, it wasn’t like we were lacking for things to do, or places where we could have a little fun.

For one, there was the indoor pool. And the hot tub. And the sauna. And the kitchen…

Okay, maybe that last one was a little impromptu. Turns out, granite countertops are cold, and it’s not nearly as fun as it sounds to be propped up on top of one.

“I can’t hold out, baby…” Nathan whispered beneath me, my body bouncing on him ever so softly. We weren’t fucking right now. This was love making, the oldest and purest thing in all the world. Nathan had once pushed my limits, drawn out the experience with such delicious agony that I’d almost lost my damn mind right there in his arms. Now I wanted to return the favor.

“You’re vibrating…” Nathan said. I laughed, throwing my head back and riding him faster.

“I’m good, but I’m not that good, Nathan,” I replied with a sultry voice. Lowering my eyes back to his, I saw that he’d grabbed the phone from my pants, still strewn across the bed.

“No—vibrating,” he replied, his voice straining.

I didn’t even stop, lifting the phone to my ear as I bore down even faster on Nathan, rocking my hips wildly. Was it wrong to mix a little business with pleasure this way? Probably.

I found myself suddenly frozen in place as I realized who was on the other end of the line, though. Why the hell was Captain Pierce calling me at one in the morning?

“Captain, it’s early” I whispered, clamping down on the cock inside me, trying to curb Nathan’s little thrusts of his hips from beneath me. I didn’t want him to spill into me with the captain on the phone. I wanted to enjoy his release just as much as he did, and I couldn’t do that while talking to the enemy.

“It’s time, Detective. That container ship is twenty-four hours out, and I need access to that computer. Have you managed to get your hands on the key?”

“I’m still working on it. You need to give me more time.”

“There is no more fucking time, Sandra. That asshole is going to be responsible for a whole container of little girls hitting that dock, and you know exactly what’s going to happen to them. Now, either you provide me with some fucking results, or I’m pulling you off this case and doing this the hard way.”

Inside I was seething, but I couldn’t let him know that just yet. I took my frustration out on Nathan instead, rotating my hips in little figure-eights that made his eyes roll back into his skull. “Twelve hours, Captain. Give me twelve hours.”

“Don’t fuck this up, Detective.”

I hung up the phone, looking down at Nathan’s twisted and sex-hungry face. “Well… where were we?”

“I think I was about to fuck this pussy into submission,” Nathan said, smiling up at me.

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like I’m in charge this time around, Mr. Hale,” I replied teasingly.

“Maybe you should be paying better attention,” he said, smirking as he reached down and lifted one of my wrists. One of my pairs of handcuffs was locked onto the wrist, the other cuff open and dangling as Nathan thrust upward into my willful depths, lifting me up and rolling us with his cock still firmly planted within me.

“Oh, God,” I gasped as he threw my arm toward the headboard, swinging the chain of the handcuffs around one of the thick metal posts and grabbing at my free hand, dragging it up and slapping the other cuff on it even as he fucked me mercilessly. I lost all control, squealing and moaning as he drove deep, but he stopped just before I was sent off the cliff, my body crying out for the ultimate release.

I’d never let anyone have such control over me since the first time we’d fucked, when he’d taken my virginity... I strained at the handcuffs, keening in desperate pleasure and arching my back beneath him, trying to draw his retreating body back inside. I was thankful that his men had swept the house clean of bugs, because as loud as I was being, the neighbors could have probably heard us.

“I love how wet you get for me, baby,” Nathan whispered, pulling his cock completely free of my folds. Even my attempts to catch him with my legs had failed. Now he was gripping one of my strong calves, forcing it down to the bed as he tied it to the bed post with one of the silken sheets.

“Untie me, Nathan… please,” I pleaded, desperate to get myself back on top. I wanted to ride him until all of my worries disappeared. Tomorrow would come, and with it, all of the danger and fear would finally come to a head. I didn’t want to think about any of that now. I just wanted to be with Nathan.

“No. I need you to understand that with me, you’ll never be in control. You’re here to satisfy me, and when you do that, I will give you pleasure like you have never known…”

“Oh God yes…” I moaned loudly as he pulled my other leg toward the far corner of the bed, spreading my thighs as I struggled, tying me in this demeaning and incredibly sexual position.

“Please, fuck me. Lick me,” I said, gasping as his hand came down on my toned stomach. I could barely even contain myself as he leaned down between my legs, his soft lips delivering a devastating kiss just on the inside of my thigh.

“Oh, yes,” I whispered, squirming in place. Every kiss was closer to my center, closer to my core. “Like that, Nathan… Please, give me your tongue.”

He didn’t hesitate, rocking his tongue against my clitoris, shattering my own connections with the ground. I felt like I was floating, becoming wetter for him as his hands cupped beneath my curvaceous ass and pulled me tight against his mouth.

“Let me inside,” Nathan whispered, his finger pressing against my delicate tunnel as my body held everything tight, reveling in the sensations his wonderful touch was providing. I obeyed his voice, relaxing my thighs and letting his fingertip explore my depths. My mouth fell open with a desperate moan as I felt him press deep, a second finger following the first in delicate slow motion.

“I love your obedience, Sandra.”

I just whimpered, riding the thrusts of his fingers as he returned to write love letters with his tongue. Explosions of pleasure overwhelmed me as he pressed deeper with every motion, dragging an orgasm from my agonized body. He tried to withdraw his fingertips, but I clamped down around them, shifting my hips as best I could to capture them, my flesh shuddering around him.

“Naughty little Sandra,” Nathan said, pulling his fingers free and bringing himself up between my legs. I was desperate for his cock, but he didn’t stop there. I found him moving over my legs, his body straddling my chest.

Oh, God…

As his cock slipped between my breasts, I gasped, staring down at the way his girth wrapped itself with my flesh.

“Untie me so I can suck your cock,” I said as sultry as I could. I was panting, barely able to form the words. This man drove me absolutely wild.

“No. I like you just like this,” Nathan whispered, reaching down and pulling my head upward as he moved his hips forward. The tip of his majestic shaft danced lightly against my lips.

“Go ahead. Work for my cum.”

That was all he had to say. I moaned, slipping his shaft between my lips and doing everything I could to use my tongue on his most sensitive flesh. Nathan was teasing me, keeping himself just barely within reach as I struggled with my handcuffs. My saliva began to cover his shaft, and I found myself completely out of my mind as he reached a hand behind himself and found my pussy again, my clit crying out for more attention.

I threw myself into the blowjob, doing everything I could to get him off. It was wet and filthy and wrong, and I loved every goddamned second of it. Before I knew it, he had moved away, too far for my mouth to reach, but easily between my breasts. His saliva-slick cock slipped between them, reaching my lips on every thrust. I mourned the departure of his fingertips as he pressed my breasts together, sliding between them, thrusting into the channel he’d created. It was unbearably sexy, and all I could imagine was how amazing it would feel inside me.

“Fuck me, Nathan. Please,” I gasped, staring up into his emerald eyes.

“Fine … But we’re going to do it
my
way.”

I didn’t understand what he meant as he slipped off of me, untying my feet. Before I knew it, they were in the air, held together at the ankles as Nathan moaned.

“God fucking damn… Do you know how sexy your ass is?”

I’d been blessed with good genes, and I’d always been proud of my round bottom, but having Nathan inspecting it like this was just sexy as hell. I wiggled it at him, smiling wickedly. It surprised me when Nathan left me like that for a moment, stepping off the bed and toward his dresser. When he returned, I could see he had rolled a condom over his cock, but more surprising was the sudden splash of cool wetness against the crack of my ass.

“What are you doing?” I asked, gasping suddenly as his fingertip slipped between my cheeks and pressed just slightly into my tight, forbidden hole.

His words echoed in my mind:
“We’re going to do it my way.”

“Wait, Nathan, I’ve never done this before,” I said, whimpering as his fingertip slipped just a bit deeper.

“Relax, baby. There’s no part of you I can resist exploring. Nothing you can keep from me…”

I knew he was right, even as his huge cock lined up with my tightest of holes. What was I doing? Was I really going to let him fuck me in the ass?

“Oh, fuck!” I squealed as he pressed inward, his lubricated cock sliding between my cheeks. Pain and pleasure bloomed in tandem, making my hips jerk and my toes curl as a feeling of overwhelming fullness overtook me.

“Relax. You can do this, Sandra,” Nathan whispered, impaling me ever so slowly, each inch of his cock filling me beyond anything I could even imagine. I screamed for him, overcome with the intensity of the sensations Nathan inspired in me as my mind went blank. There was nothing except me and Nathan’s big cock, nothing to stop him from taking every last bit of my innocence.

“Good girl,” he said, beginning to thrust. It was slow at first, but he was building up speed with every movement. I had lost all control of my voice, squeals and moans of unholy pleasure erupting from my body as Nathan’s thumb came down on my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just making me his—he was showing me just how much control he had over my body.

I never would have let another man do this. I would have gone my whole life without knowing this kind of pleasure, if not for Nathaniel Hale. He owned me, body and soul, and I could only succumb to his demands. There was no resisting him anymore.

My whole world shattered with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me, a seemingly endless stream of pleasure babbling over me, drowning me in a current of bliss. By the time he finally fell backward, spent, I was lost to the undertow, floundering in the brilliant darkness of my afterglow.

Nathan was mine. I was his.

“Sandra,” he whispered as he lay down beside me. “Tell me this is going to work. Tell me we can leave all this behind and live our lives. Tell me we can be together.”

“Yes, Nathan,” I murmured without hesitation. He smiled, and I returned it. “Oh God, yes.”