The Billionaire's Bride (Complete Collection) (10 page)

“Stay here. I’ll take care of it,” he said, starting to leave. He noticed me standing there and decided to lead me to his exercise room. The setting sun cast a reddish glow through the arched windows. I looked around at the size of it all...treadmills, benches, and even a realistic looking punching dummy.

When I looked back, he was gone.

Not leaving me alone for long, when he returned, he placed a giant, solid hand on me. Grinding my teeth, I looked up at Lucas, still with that towel draped over his capable shoulders. He was my guardian. My protector.

Take me, help me forget. Make me realize that the only thing that matters is us. The rest of this is background noise.

“She’s gone. You’ll never see her again.”

“Good,” I stated. I stood to face him. “I’m sorry I got into a fight. Believe it or not that’s the first time in my life.”

“Could’ve fooled me. You know she’s got to get stitches?”

I pouted, but he took my curvy waist and pressed himself against me, not quite as calming as he hoped. His bulge rubbed against my stomach. His heat warmed me, distracting me from all other thoughts except Lucas.

“You defended yourself. I’m glad you did.” He tilted my chin toward his juicy, vicious lips, ready to claim me.

I almost forgot about Kojo.

“You didn’t have to put my name on Kojo’s new cage.”

He brushed a finger behind my ear. I flinched from my body’s reaction. “Kojo likes you. She tells me to fuck off all the time. I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.”

“You’ve got to spend time with her.”

“I bought her a new home. Please tell me she isn’t going to hate me still?”

“She likes you.” I swayed on one foot. I peered off and grinned. “She’s just looking out for me. Making sure I don’t fall for the wrong guy.”

“And if she doesn’t like me, she’ll tear me limb from limb?” Lucas pulled away. “You’re a tough catch, you know that? You’ve got a gorilla bodyguard trying to cock block me.”

“And you’ve got an army of women.” The room slid away from me again. I looked down at my heels with vertigo incoming. “I don’t want to compete for you,” I told him, hanging my head lower.

“You’re not competing. They’re mad because you’ve already won.”

Lucas started to draw in to my lips. I parted them then felt foolish when he flinched and pulled away. He picked up his t-shirt and slipped it over his sleek chest. Lucas in a black, tight fitting t-shirt was refreshing. At first. Then I needed to pound down some water because it was too fuckin’ hot. Plain t-shirts didn’t seem like they were on the menu, but even in loungewear, Lucas got my pussy wanting.

Lucas wouldn’t look at me. He picked up dumbbells from the floor and placed them back on the rack. I watched in awe as he placed such heavy weights with ease. He held a lot of power in his condensed frame—all of his muscles honed for purpose through hard work and discipline.

He stopped and shot me a glare. “Have you been dating anyone else?”

“I didn’t know we were dating,” I said.

He continued to glare. “I clearly remember stating that was our first date.”

“Which one? You seem to go on a lot.”

His right eye twitched. He shook it off. “That’s business. What we did, was anything but business. It was personal. Let me ask you again since it seems like you’re deflecting. Have you been on a date with anyone else?”

Now it was my turn to glare. He looked at me harshly like he intended to punish me. Was this the same man moments ago who had tried to protect me?

“How do you know that?”

“So, it’s true. I knew it.” He leaned a heavy arm against the side of his head, stretching his long torso as he flicked a dismissive glare my way.

“Knew what?” It then occurred to me what must’ve been happening. “You’ve been following me, haven’t you?”

He crossed his arms again. “Maybe. I have lots of people working for me. Most of them are mismanaged terribly by my father and do nothing all day, so I put them to work.”

I expected Lucas to apologize. I’m not sure why. Instead, he pounced on me, sliding his hands against my waist again. Trained well, my chin immediately swept up to meet his, lining our lips together like we practiced earlier.

“I had to know more about you. You wouldn’t let me. So I took it into my own hands.” He paused. He crooked an eyebrow at me and sharpened his gaze, like an eagle sizing up a scampering mouse. “He’s nothing. He’s not right for you. Why would you meet up with your ex? It hasn’t worked out before and it never will.”

“You're right,” I admitted. “Why do you think I’m here?”

He gave me a crooked smile. “No need to get testy. Keep pushing me and you’ll be crying for a different reason.”

“Are you threatening to make me cry?”

“You’ll cry for every day you could’ve had me, but you chose some loser instead.”

“Arrogant, much?” I took a step back, but his hold was tight and wouldn’t let me go.

“Tell me you’re not going to see him again.”

He needed to get off my waist. I uncurled his fingers, one by one, until he got the hint. “I’m not seeing him again. I might give up on men for a time. They’ve made things a lot more complicated.”

“Are you going to women? Can I watch?”

“Be serious, Lucas.”

His crystal eyes could cut when he said, “I’m being serious. You’re joking. You think you can pass on me? This is not something you can pass on.”

Dumbfounded, I stared at him.

“I’m your ticket to a happy life.”

I ran my tongue against my lip. “You sure talk a sweet game. Can you back it up?”

Like I thought he would, he took my challenge and ran with it. I made a mistake.

“Get yourself ready.”

“For what?”

He withdrew, then tilted his jacked bicep toward the door. “To go to the club.”

“With the other girls?”

“Yes, with the other girls.”

“What if I don’t want to do that?” Don’t make me mingle with them again. Is that really the best idea?

“Too bad.” He stood defiant, an unbreakable wall. “You’re going to play the game, because the prize is worth it.”

“The prize being?”

“The prize being me, inside of you, blowing your mind with every thrust,” he said as he brought his lips so close I thought he would take me.

“Get ready, because if I’m going to fuck you again, I’m not going to hold back.”

He held back before? I breathed Lucas in one more time before he left, striding out of the room to get ready for our first date off his grounds.

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I used the club many times to fuel my sexual addictions. The girls already hit the dance floor while Tia and I watched on a private couch from the second level which overlooked it.

I wouldn’t mind grasping and rubbing against Tia in that sexy full length dress that just hugged her beautiful ass, but hey, I didn’t want to push my luck. In any case, I fully expected to be deep in that ass soon enough. Dancing wouldn't cut it. I needed better. Tia and I were already at a level where foreplay, dancing all night, wouldn’t satisfy me, unless I got to slide her dress over her panties and fuck her right there.

It was best not to give me any ideas...

Pounding bass drove from my gut to my cock. In two second intervals, my cock flagged me, like a lightning rod to the bass and Tia’s eyes, shimmering in the flashing lights like a prowling alley cat. Fuck. It could not come soon enough. She looked vulnerable. A little scared and timid.

So then why did I want to break her?

My eyes kept dipping to her gracious cleavage. My mouth watered.

“Shouldn’t you be having fun with your wives? Checking that they’re not dancing with another rich guy?” she asked.

“Only when my father’s team is looking.”

“Why are you so concerned?” She remained close to the end of the couch like it would save her from me.

Not a chance. I ignored anything she might say about the other girls. They meant nothing.

“Your insecurity is grating my nerves. I overlooked it before. Now I can’t.”

I stood. I held out my hand, dangling it in front of her, easy for her to take.
Take it, Tia, take it to a world where orgasms are free and as easy as you can say, “Please, Lucas.”

“Where are we going?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Sure.” She stifled a laugh. She didn’t completely trust me.

This night would change that.

Tia, with those sexy curves, I wanted to devour her, lick her from her lips all the way to her pussy. I’d leave a hot, lingering trail of fire down to that gorgeous prize. They would have to drag me away from her once I got a taste.

She placed her delicate, soft fingers in my hand. Sweeping her toward me, she rubbed her plump ass against my cock. Not on purpose, but the outcome was the same. My desire for her took control, and determined to see it through, I promised that nothing would interrupt us tonight.

I took Tia to the back hallway guarded by two hulking bouncers who promptly moved to the side as we approached. She couldn't move fast enough in her high heels clicking behind me. My breath climbed rapid fire, my adrenaline pounding in me, a need tugging at my insides to be cured of this horny demon that had settled on my back.

Granting her access to my private room where I had brought many women before, vulnerability snagged me. Other girls didn't seem to matter. Vulnerability inside of me was strange...it was like I was almost human for once rather than going through the motions. I wasn’t positive I liked it.

"This is yours?" Tia asked as she stared into the darkness of my private suite.

One dim light near the bed had been left on. All lighting inside was set to be on a soft glow, so visibility was poor at the moment. Did she see the ropes dangling off the steel frame?

"It's ours for the night," I told her as I tugged her into the main walkway that led to the bed, the sole purpose of the room. She gazed about in wonder. I trailed from her palm to her wrist, her pulse pounding against me in response. Tia had no idea who I really was. Tonight, she would understand me fully.

Would she want me if she knew how depraved I was? I intended to take her to her sexual limit, then over. No other man's name would ever purr from those sweet lips again.

We stood at the edge of the bed. I unwound my fingers from her tight clasp. I flicked the light switched on. A stream of light illuminated the rest of my sexual chamber. Leather chairs and couches like an upscale lounge lined the main walkway. Tia crooked her head at the bed’s dangling ropes.

Then she turned to the hooks on the ceiling.

"Uhm...Lucas," she started to say.

I hit another switch. A low bass thumped from the speakers followed by a slow tempo synth that would rise in intensity with us.

The next switch turned on my fake fireplace that fooled plenty of people before. Flames sprang from the log and consumed it, bursting with ash, then settling to a steady heat that licked my ankles.

"Lucas," she stated again, trying to get my attention. "You don't have to do all of this."

"What do you mean? What do you think is going to happen?"

She bit her bottom lip and turned her head to the ropes and then back to the hooks again.

"It looks pretty obvious to me what you have planned. I don't need all of this. I'm fine with..." Tia didn't want to say. Wasn’t she cute? She jerked her thumb to the bed.

I slowly shook my head. My fingers speared through my mussed blond hair, letting it slide back into place. "That's not what I want."

"Okay," she said softly like she didn't want to anger me.

"Can you handle this?" I asked her. She looked too nervous. I took a step closer. Her lips trembled. "Can you handle me?"

"I've handled you before," she said, darting her eyes to me, trying to combat my smugness. Too bad she still looked frightened when she said it.

"You call that handling? I call it barely holding on."

"You know what I mean..." she stammered. "I'm trying to explain that I don't need anything special."

"That's where you're wrong."

I hit the first panel at waist level behind the bed. It lowered and revealed a black box with a blindfold, smooth leather that would completely blind her. Tia's jaw slackened as I approached with it. She clung to the sides of her dress, draped over her curvy, sensual shape.

"Trust me and let me do with you whatever I wish." She nodded while taking a heavy gulp. I tied the blindfold and seated it over her eyes comfortably.

Her plump lips hung open. I wanted to thrust my cock into her mouth at once. I wanted her loving tongue to swirl around me, then for me to burst over her lips and cream them, but I held back. Tonight would be an exercise in restraint.

I caressed her shapely ass. My hands swayed to her lower back, then down again to squeeze both of her cheeks. Tia yelped and sprang onto her toes. I braced her against my chest beating with my pumping heart. My cock grew warmer, thicker, readying itself like hot steel that would plunge into her and open her wide.

"Take your dress off."

When she didn't respond quickly, I drove my lips onto hers and crushed them. She softened against me, like melting butter that sizzled on my tongue. I plunged inside. Wrapping my tongue around hers, I growled deep from my gut. Tia withdrew to catch her breath.

If a girl came back here and didn't answer my commands right away, they would be thrown onto the bed and spanked hard. I couldn't treat Tia so harshly. She needed to be tempered with my heat.

"The dress. Off," I reminded her.

Her straps fell to the side. All of my muscles flexed to reach out and drop it from her in one rip. Instead, I watched patiently as she slowly brought one side down past the other, inching it to where it rested against the curve of her breasts.

Yeah, I could take my cock out and start jerking already, but if I did that, I'd be plunging it inside of her in no time.

I brushed her chin. Her lips parted again, asking for a kiss. I came close but didn't grant her one yet.

"The rest comes off. If you don't keep up, I'm going to be humping your leg."

Another nervous bead rolled down her throat like she was a frightened virgin, but she took the sides of her dress and shoved it past her waist. Her breasts were glorious in her black lace bra. My tongue swirled against my canines, wanting to tear her bra off with my teeth and gorge myself on her nipples.

I needed to hear her moan. "Keep going," I demanded, harsher now.

Her dress hit the floor. She stepped out of it.

"Turn around."

Tia reached for her blindfold. Then she jumped back. "Don't. Touch that," I snapped.

She grinned nervously. An honest mistake. Clasping her hands in front of her puffed up chest, she spun around, much too quickly for my tastes, but I liked what I saw. Her ass was too damn hot in her tiny thong.

"Did you wear that for me?"

Tia nodded slightly, so slightly I almost didn't catch it.

"I like it. You know how much I like your ass."

The corners of her lips slid higher, then lowered as she tried to hide it.

"Take two steps back and you'll drop to the bed. Do it."

As I commanded, she dropped. She waited for my next instruction on the edge of the bed.

"Open your mouth."

I'd wanted to wait. I wanted to see her pleasure herself. Tease her first. Except I couldn't handle it. She won me over with that thong. I couldn’t wait to have her bouncing on my cock while I watched her ass buckle to my every thrust. With every powerful thrust I intended to break her.

Her lips pulled apart. Her tongue rested there, pushed out a little, enough for my cock to lay upon then shove to the beginning of her throat, filling her sweet mouth. I unzipped my fly. Hard and raging, my cock sprang out.

That wouldn’t work...I needed it all off. Tia’s smirk widened when she heard my belt jingling. My clothes rustled to the floor in front of her and she knew what would happen next.

I roamed my hands through her hair. Then I snagged her, entwining hair between my fingers in a supportive hold. Tilting her head back, her lips opened more, and I brought my cock head to the tip of her tongue. It already pearled with precum. As soon as we connected, it coated her tongue and rolled back.

Tia's cheeks shoved open as I drove in. She squirmed but took me. Moans escaped her throat and tickled my balls, pushing closer to her chin. I slowly pulled out to ease her into it.

Her hands sprang for my thighs.

"Tia, you have no idea what you do to me. You drive me insane." Perhaps she knew as I took her again, sliding over her tongue. Her moans, turning to a low growl, urged me on. I kept stroking. Not fucking her mouth, but liking the suction of her plump lips too much to stop.

"Stand back up," I said. I held my throbbing cock, which seemed to have gained an impossible extra inch from how hot she made me. Maybe it was from all of my boiling, pumping blood.

I snatched her wrists and pulled them straight ahead. I hit another panel. It dropped and revealed my assortment of ropes of different lengths and thicknesses for every type of bondage scenario one would find themselves in. I took a medium thick rope that wouldn’t be quite as grating on skin.

"I've never done this before," she admitted. "I don't even know what we're doing."

"It doesn't matter if you trust me."

"I trust you, Lucas,” she said, her tone quaking.

I swayed my fingertips over the curve of her ass. I came dangerously close to grazing between her thighs. She shuddered in response. Her hips buckled and her thighs spread a little wider, asking for me to take her pussy already. That pussy would be hating me soon, but in the end, it would love me.

"You're going to need the ropes. You're going to be kicking and screaming on the end of my tongue. I am not going to hold back on you." I admitted, "I'm not capable."

I tied her wrists together.

"Any sharp pain, let me know. Any other pain, go along with it. It's more fun that way."

I instructed her to put her arms in the air. Like a good obedient sub, she tossed them above her head. I straightened them, then I took the end of the rope and threw it over the ceiling hook. Catching it on the other side, I fastened it to a hook on the side of the wall. It slowly pulled her off the ground.

She strained a little, kicked a little, but I wouldn’t damage her. It was more shocking than anything.

Tia tied up, at my mercy, was a dream come true. My balls surged, and I cupped them, observing how warm they were—my bad boys were incubating in there and ready to blast off.

I growled as I turned to her backside. I sank my teeth into her beautiful round globes. Tia moaned and kicked, swinging herself back at me. I steadied her. I flicked her clasps off. Since she couldn't catch her bra, it dropped to the floor, exposing her gorgeous, dark breasts.

"Fucking hell, you know how to please a man, don't you?" I asked her once I rounded her again to see her full breasts with her perky nipples on display.

"I'm not doing anything."

Good. She still had a sense of humor about this. It seemed to help her stay calm.

"My cock begs to differ," I growled close to her. She squirmed again. A wave of excitement passed through her body that seemed to end between her thighs with one jolt of her hips.

"Your thong needs to come off. I need to taste you." I took the band of her thong and snapped it lower and Tia straightened in the ropes to help me. She couldn't wait for them to come off.

Freshly shaved and smooth, smelling like fresh vanilla, Tia had my tongue immediately springing for her, but I managed to curve its path from her inside thighs. I crossed between them, almost touching her clit.

It wasn't lost on her. She kicked even more.

"Keep your legs spread."

Tia obeyed as I dipped into her inner thighs. I came much too close to her glistening pussy lips. Her hips rocked to force me in.

"Please, Lucas, don't make me wait any longer," she cried out.

"These walls are sound proofed. But I want you to scream until everyone hears you, hears who you really love. Let them hear who you can't stop creaming over."

My long tongue flashed over her slit. A loud moan escaped her lips as if to say finally.

"Let them watch. Let them know. Would that make you hot? To have everyone watching you get off to me? How many times do you think you'll orgasm tonight? Once? Twice? I'm willing to bet more than four. Let's go with that."

I caressed her ass as she rocked closer to my tongue. Knowing I couldn't stay away forever, I plunged into her, driving myself through her slit and into her tight, moist pussy. She unfurled for me as her sweet taste drenched my tongue, her scent divine.