Ruined (A Dark Alpha Billionaire Romance) (9 page)

“I’ve been wanting to discuss some of those new account portfolios. Ladies, you’ll excuse us?” The man took hold of Blake’s arm and pulled him away, leaving me with his beautiful companion.

“Hi, I’m Grace,” I said, extending my hand to the woman.

“Ohh, so you are zee party planner,” the girl replied with a thick Russian accent. “I vas theenking that you ver vith Blake Harrison. Too bad. But very lovely party.” She gestured lazily around the room. “Hm, maybe you steel have a chance, yes? With Meester Harrison?”

“No, I don’t think so.” I felt the blood coloring my cheeks and looked down. “I’m just his employee. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party though.”

I excused myself and rushed off quickly. As I mingled and checked in with the various vendors, I kept my eye out for Blake. Occasionally, I would see him surrounded by throngs of women, or walking off in deep conversation with a group of businessmen and women, but he never came looking for me again. I eventually found an empty seat and grabbed a glass of champagne. The tasty bubbles dulled the pain from my shoes and quieted my worried thoughts. After two more glasses, I realized that I was completely drunk.

I wandered up the side staircase and into Blake’s study. The chair there was so comfortable. It smelled like him, strong and masculine. I would just rest my eyes for a minute, and then make it back downstairs in time to hear his speech to all the guests.

I felt my eyes flutter closed as I curled up in a ball, snuggling up against the warm leather chair that embraced my tired body.

Chapter 6.

Strong hands gently stroked my hair. It felt so nice and comforting.

“I’m asleep, Daniel,” I mumbled, as I shifted slightly.

The hand yanked away abruptly.

My eyes fluttered open. Staring down at me was Blake Harrison’s very irate face.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was home still,” I mumbled apologetically. “Oh no, did I miss your speech? I was just so tired and the champagne…” I trailed off as his angered expression remained.

“Who is Daniel?” His voice was sharp and angry.

“He is…he was my boyfriend. But it is completely over.” I looked up into his face, hoping he could read my sincerity.

His face softened as he looked down at me and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my lips as I saw his handsome face so close to mine.

“The party is over, but don’t worry. Everything went smoothly. I had several people request your contact info, you know.”

Blake settled down in the chair next to me, but reached over to place his hand on my arm.

“You did fantastic work. People are going to be offering you jobs after tonight. You are of course free to take any of them, but I would be honored if you would stay here and work for me. I will show you everything I know about advertising and business and introduce you to everyone you need to meet at the Harrison Media offices in Manhattan.”

“I would love that,” I said with a yawn. “I like working for you. You’re not as scary as you pretend to be.”

“Is that so?” Blake Harrison’s eyes flashed with amusement.

“Mmhm. I bet there’s a lot you keep hidden. I wanna know all of it.” I heard my words slurring and realized I was drunk and being way too honest, but I was too tired to care.

“Why?” He asked quietly, leaning closer to me.

“I like you. In a strange way.”

“I like you in a strange way too, Grace. I like you far too much for your own good.”

His hand moved up my shoulder to my neck and gently stroked my cheek. I nuzzled against it sleepily. His hand stopped, gripping me firmly as his thumb moved to my lips, pressing them hard. I gasped, suddenly feeling much more awake. 

“Grace…” His voice was raspy as he slipped out of the chair and knelt in front of me.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

He gripped his face firmly in his hands and moved towards me until his lips were hovering just inches from mine. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin and all I could think about was those last few inches between us.

“Please,” I whispered pleadingly.

He pressed his lips to mine harshly. His lips were soft and firm, warm and strong. I parted my lips slightly and his tongue darted gently in, exploring my mouth as he pulled me closer. He tasted like champagne and mint. I pressed my lips hard against him mouth, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body hard against mine.

I let myself slide to the floor with him, my silk gown riding up as I landed on my knees. Blake grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my skirt now pooled around my hips. His strong hands gripped my hips as he kissed me hungrily.

I reached out and ran my hands over the smooth fabric of his suit jacket. I wanted it off. I pulled and yanked carelessly at the suit that was probably worth more than everything I owned.  The tailored jacket slipped off and I could see Blake’s strong, lean muscles bulging against his white button-down shirt.

As I fumbled with the buttons, he slid his hands up my sides and pushed my long brown locks over my shoulder. He leaned forward, making my hands slip from the last button, and pressed his lips against my neck. My breath hitched as he kissed down my throat, his warm breath leaving a trail of shivers. His mouth finally reached the swell of my cleavage, kissing gently down the soft white skin.

I closed my eyes, drinking in the delicious, forbidden sensation of his soft lips and scruffy stubble against my gently heaving breasts. My heart pounded and I felt tiny shivers of pleasure spread warmth through my whole body. No one had ever touched my breasts before, and I hadn’t realized it could be so pleasurable.

I felt him yank softly on the neckline of my gown until my perky left breast tumbled out of its silken cage. His lips immediately found my little pink nipple and sucked it quickly into the warmth of his mouth.

I gasped and arched my back as he gently sucked and nibbled on my hardened nipple. I had never felt so erotic and turned on as I did now. I felt the warmth growing in my core, stoking my need for him.

I reached down and felt between his legs. The bulge in his pants was hard, straining against the fabric. I rubbed my hand against it, feeling it jump under my touch. Blake groaned against my breast, emboldening me further.

I reached out and undid the final button of his shirt, pulling it off to reveal his golden tanned, muscular chest. He was in such great shape, especially for a man in his forties. I ran my hand over his hard abs and up over his bulging biceps. I worked my way up his strong arms until I finally gripped his broad, rounded shoulders and pushed myself further up into his lap.

I could feel his hard bulge against my damp panties, the slight pressure sending little electric waves through my whole body. I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted Blake right then. All of my conditioning on the evils of premarital sex seemed ridiculous in the moment. I felt more alive and in love with the world than ever before. I wanted him. I needed him.

I started to rock my hips, letting my moistened panties glide over his bulge, pressing our bodies together. I gasped and moaned, pushing harder against him.

“Fuck, Grace, you are playing with fire,” Blake groaned against my neck. His fingers dug into the soft skin on my hips, pressing me hard against him.

“I like fire,” I whispered back, letting my lips graze over the side of his face.

Blake’s hand moved down my hip, across my thigh, and then felt between my legs. As his fingers pressed against the soaking fabric, a low groan escaped his lips. He pushed my wet panties quickly to the side and his fingers touched my tight slit. I was already soaking with desire, my cream coating his fingers as he pushed inside of me.

His fingers felt so good as he deftly explored my untouched contours. He pressed his palm hard against my swollen clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside me.

I gasped at the new pleasurable sensations that shot through my body. He thrust his fingers in deep and I rocked against his hand, feeling the hard pressure of his palm against my clit.

“You are so fucking wet,” he groaned in surprise as his fingers slipped against my dripping slit.

“My body wants you,” I moaned in response, rocking against his hand.

“You don’t know what you are asking for.” He pulled his fingers out of me. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

“I’ve never been fucked,” I replied quietly, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Shit!” Are you serious?” He looked into my eyes and I could see the darkness clouding over them again.

“I want you to do it. I want you,” I pleaded, staring right back into those fiery green eyes.

“You make me a bad man, Grace. I can’t help it.” There was a deep desire in his voice, but it was tinged with sadness. He stared straight into my eyes and I could see the emotions roiling behind them.

Before I could try to convince him further. Blake reached down and yanked on his zipper, freeing his hard cock from its restraints. It was so big, thick and long that I felt suddenly apprehensive. Something that big could never fit inside of me.  He would break me open.

I opened my mouth to protest but Blake’s eyes flashed again and he grabbed my hips hard, slamming himself into me.

I cried out in pain as he thrust deep inside of me. It was a searing pain but I immediately felt the hot wave of pleasure wash over my body. I never knew pain could feel so good.

Blake did not stop. He grasped my hips hard and thrust against me, bouncing me on his lap like a little ragdoll. His huge cock slammed into me, over and over, as he pumped against my tight slit.

I let go of all thoughts and lost myself in the pleasure, feeling the heat of the building pressure inside my core. I threw my head back and closed my eyes as he thrust harder and harder. I could feel myself getting close, my moans quickening with each thrust. My body was climbing, almost there, when he pulled back.

“No!” I cried out angrily.

“Yes!” He growled back, pulling me quickly off his lap.

“But, I…” I didn’t get to finish the sentence because Blake picked and pushed me hard against the wall. He kept his hand against the back of my head but I still felt the wind knocked out of me as my back slammed against the dark wood paneling.

He put both hands on the back of my thighs and yanked them up around his waist. I wrapped my legs tightly to keep hold, while he positioned his hard, glistening cock against my tight opening.

With one hard thrust, his cock slammed into me, pushing me against the wall. Blake kept one hand on my hip to keep me balanced and used his free hand to pull the long bunch up skirt of my gown up and tuck it in to my neckline. We both looked down and watched as he drew his hips back, drawing his cock out of me until only the very tip remained in my slit. His long, thick shaft was glistening with my liquid. With another thrust, Blake slammed his cock back into me. Watching his thick cock penetrating my wet little pussy brought us both into a frenzy.

I reach our and wrapped my arms tight around him, digging my manicured nails into the tough skin on his back. I wrapped my legs even tighter, forcing his cock even deeper inside me. I had never felt so incredibly sexual, so alive, as I did with Blake Harrison’s cock inside me.

He thrust hard, again and again, fucking me into a mess of screams and moans. We were both hot and sweaty, slipping against the wall, as he pummeled me with his cock. I could feel my body quickly rising to it’s tipping point and my mind lost all rational thought.

“I can’t….can’t…” I cried out, as Blake thrust hard against me. In an explosion of pleasure, little fireworks went off inside my core and sent rippling shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body. I shivered against his body as Blake thrust into me once more and then pulled out of me quickly, spraying streams of hot, creamy cum all over my breasts and stomach.

When the last drops dribbled out of his softening cock, he gently lowered me to the floor, keeping me held tightly in his arms. We lay there quietly for a few minutes, breathing heavily in the aftermath of our pleasure. Finally, when my breath had slowed enough and my mind cleared, I nuzzled up against Blake and then pulled myself onto my elbows.

“Mmm, that was incredible,” I murmured to him, pushing the hair that clung to my sweaty forehead out of my eyes.