His Woman

by Cassandra Dee

  His Woman

  A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance

  Cassandra Dee

  Kendall Blake

  Copyright © 2019 by Cassandra Dee

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  Contents

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  1. Liam

  2. Alison

  3. Liam

  4. Alison

  5. Liam

  6. Liam

  7. Alison

  8. Liam

  9. Liam

  10. Alison

  11. Liam

  12. Alison

  13. Liam

  14. Liam

  15. Alison

  16. Liam

  17. Alison

  18. Alison

  19. Liam

  20. Alison

  Epilogue

  A Sneak Peek: Client Number 6

  About This Book

  21. Jennie

  A Sneak Peek: Sold at the Auction

  22. Ellie

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  Alison: We met at a party. I was the lowly caterer, and Liam was the mysterious stranger who swept me off my feet. He was demanding, imperious, and incredibly gorgeous, with raven black hair and flashing blue eyes. Not to mention, he handled my curves like a champion race car driver, all the while whispering sweet nothings in my ear. But our happiness was never meant to last because a startling revelation broke us apart. The only problem? I’m already pregnant with his son.

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  Liam: Alison left me. The pretty blonde never even gave me a sign that she was planning to walk out the door. After holding her in my arms and worshipping that curvy body, she had the nerve to disappear one day without a trace. But now she’s back, and I’m absolutely incensed because she has my child in her arms. How could she? It’s time to teach her a lesson because it’s time she learns that she’s my woman, and my property.

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  Hey Readers – Get ready for a sizzling tale involving a secret baby, a second chance, and a hero who makes your mouth water. Leave your panties at the door because this tale will get you wet and desperately craving more. Enjoy! Xoxo, Cassie and Kendall

  1

  Liam

  I milled around the park impatiently, waiting for my dog. Gunther was huge and uncontrollable. Sloppy and wet, the big mutt went about sniffing bushes, his tail waggling happily as he scratched in the dirt. With a satisfied growl, he lifted a leg and did what dogs do.

  I sighed. I’d just moved to a ritzy new building that had a private garden. It was like a fairy tale -- only residents have the key to a gated park, an oasis in an otherwise urban jungle. But I liked it. After all, I hadn’t paid $8 million for my condo to share outdoor space with the general public.

  “Come on Gunther!” I yelled. The dog had finished doing his thing, and was now lumbering over to the jungle gym area. My heart sank. No doubt kids were going to want to pet him and we’d be delayed another ten minutes.

  I walked over slowly. The park was ritzy, with manicured shrubs, a rose garden, and a state of the art merry-go-round. There were quite a few kids running about, tended by their nannies.

  Suddenly, my eye was caught. There was a gorgeous girl blowing kisses into a baby carriage, clearly in love with the occupant inside. A little hand waved and I could hear the giggles of a child.

  “Look at you!” she exclaimed to her little charge. “Mommy loves you!” The baby gurgled in return.

  My heart stopped and I stood stock still in my tracks. The girl was ravishing, and eerily unchanged from when I’d last seen her two years ago. Long blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back, glinting in the sun. Her figure was lithe and slim, almost to the point of unbearable skinniness. Was she getting enough to eat?

  Her breasts were exactly what I remembered though. Lush and full, they almost overwhelmed her narrow frame. My body shot through with heat, remembering the feel of that soft flesh pressed against me, night after night.

  Anger suffused me. She was clearly a mother now. Had she really moved on that fast? She’d walked out on me two years ago without even a note, message or phone call. I’d come back from work one day and the gorgeous girl was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a few of the trinkets I’d bought her. I’d panicked, frantically calling everyone who knew her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. I’d even called the police, but they’d laughed at my alarm. Evidently, lovers’ spats were not their thing.

  And now here she was, mother to a baby. Who’s child was that? Rage filled me, making it impossible to speak. She’d clearly dumped me for another rich asshole and had a baby with him, while moving into this high-end condo complex. What a slut. I advanced on her, intent on destroying her happiness.

  2

  Alison

  Georgie laughed happily. My son’s chubby cheeks were irresistible, and I pulled him to me for a kiss. Georgie and I are on a staycation. We couldn’t afford to go anywhere on my tiny teacher’s salary so when my friend Helen had offered her apartment for a week while she was in Bali, I’d jumped at the opportunity as a “home away from home.”

  Helen was loaded. She lived in a full-service building with access to a private park and had bequeathed the key to the garden to me.

  “Here Alison, take Georgie for some walks in the sun. It’ll be good for both of you – you look so pale and tired.”

  “Thanks Helen,” I said with a wry smile. My best friend never minced words, and I know I looked hard-up of late. Georgie kept me up at all night, and although I loved being with my baby, life as a single mom was taking its toll. I was often exhausted, never getting more than three of four hours of sleep a night, and eating on an irregular basis.

  I sighed and pushed the thoughts from my head. Georgie was the only reminder of the happiest period of my life. I’d been a college junior, working part-time at a catering company to help pay my tuition. I’d been called last minute to work an event. It was some rich person’s party at a lavish reception hall. I’d duly put on my short skirt and white blouse because the events manager knew his schtick and liked his waitresses to look sexy.

  I’d been serving drinks to the crowd when the sting of a man’s gaze grazed me. A dark-haired dark-eyed gorgeous hunk was staring at me, looking like he was ready to devour his prey. The look on his face was truly predatory, like a hawk which had scouted a rabbit and was ready to attack.

  My cheeks flushed hotly. Suddenly, I was doubly aware of just how revealing my outfit was. The low-cut blouse hugged my curves indecently, showing off the tantalizing vee between my breasts. My nipples hardened uncomfortably, and he smiled, like he could see through the material of my flimsy bra. To my shame, my cunt grew hot and moist, preparing itself for the dark stranger.

  He’d sauntered over to me, stalking me like a tiger. His movements were lithe and sinuous, a promise of the pleasure he could give a woman. I’d watched mesmerized, unable to move, the drinks frozen in my hand.

  Suddenly, my boss snapped his fingers in front of my face. “Alison,” he barked. “Get with it! What’s wrong with you? Do I need to have a talk with you?” His eyes trailed lasciviously over my cleavage, and I knew he was going to try and make a move as soon as the event was over.

  “Sorry Charles,” I mumble
d, the spell broken. I quickly refilled my tray with drinks and circulated once again. I snuck a glance at the stranger and saw that he’d paused in his tracks, frowning. He’d seen how disrespectful my boss was, the way Charles’s eyes lingered on my ass, how he was rude to me in front of guests. I blushed, wishing I could sink into the floor.

  The stranger halted in his tracks, and turned to speak with a distinguished looking older gentleman. I saw them both glance at Charles, and then the white-haired man nodded. Oh shit. It didn’t look like anything good was going to come out of this. I busied myself serving drinks again.

  Suddenly, the dark-haired man walked over to me and seized my wrist.

  “Come on, we’re going,” he snarled.

  “What?” I gasped, my cheeks flushing.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he repeated, his grasp on my wrist like a vise. Because I didn’t want to make a scene in a public place, I put down my tray of drinks and followed obediently, trying not to show my nervousness. Surely the crowd noticed a dark, handsome man dragging a young woman across a crowded room!

  But he didn’t care. He steered me into a darkened entryway and pulled us behind the cover of a particularly large pillar. He looked me over, his eyes lingering over my curves, going up, down and then back up again over my body.

  “So,” he breathed against the skin of my neck. “What’s the drink special tonight?”

  3

  Liam

  I could tell that she still hadn’t seen me, she was so engrossed in the baby. Alison looked happier than I’d ever seen her. Well, maybe except when I was fucking her. My male ego liked to think that she was most satisfied when her body was impaled on mine, but I knew the happiness she had now was a different kind.

  She was dressed in threadbare clothes, but her natural beauty gleamed like a star. Her lips were pink and delicious, pursed as she continued blowing kisses to the baby. I could see a little hand tugging on a long strand of blonde hair as gurgles and cries of “Mama!” reached my ear.

  I advanced, waiting for the blonde to notice. When my shadow fell across the stroller, she finally turned her head, shading her eyes to see who was blocking the light. A faint gasp escaped her lips, and she panicked, immediately pulling the baby out of his seat and cradling him tightly in her arms.

  What the fuck? I was a spurned man, but I was hardly a child molester. There was no reason to think I was going to make off with her child.

  But the baby turned suddenly, his hat falling off of his head, and I saw the features of a child who was unmistakably mine. The boy had the same raven hair as me, and the same blue eyes, except his were innocent and wide, while mine were filled with shock and anger.

  The blood rushed through my body, pounding like a drumbeat in my head. Fists formed and I could hardly keep myself from slapping the bitch. Only the baby in her arms stopped me from physically harming the fucking whore. Alison had had my baby in secret, and kept him from me for the first year of his life! The fucking bitch had been pregnant when she’d left me and chosen to raise the baby on her own. It hadn’t been easy, judging by the used clothes both she and the baby wore. I was gratified though, to see that my baby looked healthy and well-fed. He had pink cheeks and even now smiled at me, his chubby fist stuck in his mouth.

  “What the fuck?” I growled. “You have some explaining to do.”

  “Liam,” she gasped. “I didn’t know you lived in this building complex.”

  “I just moved,” I replied. “I wanted to get rid of that apartment that was our fuck-palace, do you remember?”

  Her cheeks colored. For the time we’d been together, “fuck-palace” was an accurate description of my old apartment. It was large, sumptuous, and we’d probably spent 80% of the time in my bed, my cock buried deep in her delicious body, teaching the virgin all about love and lust. And she’d been an outstanding student, her nubile body responding naturally and immediately to me, her breasts and pussy coaxed to full womanhood.

  Alison grasped the baby even closer to her, but I wasn’t about to be deterred. I reached over and put my hands under the baby’s armpits.

  “Let go,” I commanded.

  “No, Georgie’s scared of strangers, and he doesn’t do well with people he doesn’t know,” she rushed.

  “And whose fault is that?” I growled. It enraged me to realize that I was a stranger to my own child. I wouldn’t let go of him and he started to squirm, sensing the animosity between me and his mom. He squealed slightly, his face scrunching up. Trying to prevent a tantrum, Alison let go and let me hold my son for the first time.

  Embracing him was like coming home, the child trusting and surprisingly heavy in my arms. Georgie wasn’t scared of me at all. Instead, it was I who was scared of him. As I looked into his eyes, my heart plummeted off a cliff and I knew I was a goner. He smiled toothlessly at me, and I could literally feel my heart go pitter-pat as the baby gurgled with joy.

  I held him close, careful not to squash the child in my arms. He was my flesh and blood, undeniable evidence of mine and Alison’s lust … if not love.

  4

  Alison

  My baby looked so happy in his father’s arms. There was no denying Liam’s paternity. They had the same dark hair and blue eyes, with long black lashes, except Liam’s were spiked and angry-looking, whereas my baby’s lashes were long and soft, fluttering over his chubby cheeks.

  Liam turned to me with thunder in his eyes.

  “Were you ever going to tell me?” he spat, his eyes shooting lightning.

  I stayed mute. There was no right answer, and I looked down at my hands.

  “Answer me!” he raged, holding Georgie tighter. The baby started to wail, distressed at the bad vibes surrounding him. I instinctively reached for him, and this time Liam let me take him in my arms, cradling my sobbing baby boy.

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, Mommy’s going to take care of you,” I soothed.

  “The hell you are!” spat Liam. “I don’t care what rich boyfriend or husband you have, but this child is mine and I’m going to raise him,” he growled.

  Liam didn’t know that I had no one; it was just me and Georgie in the world.

  “I don’t care if you’re the mistress of a fucking czar, you’re relinquishing custody of my child immediately,” he raged on the playground.

  “Liam, please,” I pleaded. He was a rich man, and I knew I didn’t have the resources to fight him in court. “Remember how it once was between us ….” My voice trailed off.

  He glared at me, his brows drawn as if remembering. Our time together had been so sweet, so arousing, the one and only time I’d fallen in love in my short twenty-two years. And the way he was looking at me now, all dark clouds and thunder, reminded me of the virile, stormy, passionate man I’d fallen for … and was still head over heels in love with.

  5

  Liam

  Goddamn her! Of course, she had to remind me of our past, as if I’d ever forgotten the sweet, innocent blonde who’d trustingly given herself to me. After dragging her into the darkened hallway of that cursed reception hall, I’d taken her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her lithe, nubile body.

  Possessively, my hands ran over her curves, not even bothering to introduce myself. I nibbled at her neck, holding off from taking her lips. Her flesh was sweet and her aroma enticing, like wildflowers on a spring day.

  She’d moaned in my arms, arching her back and pushing her breasts deep into my chest. Her jugs pressed maddeningly against my pecs, and I could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. Without hesitation, I reached through her vee neck blouse and pushed her bra down, baring a pink nub for my delight. I descended on her breast, suckling hungrily, rolling the nipple with my tongue like a piece of candy. She was delicious, 100% sweet female flesh.

  She moaned quietly in my arms, trembling delicately. My little wildflower was innocent and new, pure and sweet as springtime.

  Horny that I was, I needed to get into her asap. I drew her deeper i
nto the shadows of the reception hall before tearing at her blouse, buttons clattering onto the floor. Her mounds were creamy and large, overflowing the lacy demi-bra. With a moan, I pushed the cups down and the jugs sprang out, begging for my tongue. Never one to resist temptation, I took as much breast flesh into my mouth as possible, suckling the ripe, creamy mounds. I rolled my face in her tits, losing myself in the sensation of being engulfed in woman.

  Simultaneously, my hand began creeping up her thigh underneath the short skirt she wore. Tantalizingly, the girl had worn a garter and stockings instead of the usual pull-on pantyhose that I hated. I wanted to kill whatever man invented pantyhose. There was nothing as granny-like and cock-killing as the sight of a crotch covered in a web of nylon.

  Fortunately, my girl had better sense. Her thighs were smooth and slim above the pucker of her stockings, leading to the tiny scrap of lace that was her panties. I rubbed the crease between her thigh and pussy slowly, teasing my wildflower.

  “Oh!” she sighed, throwing her head back. Her eyes were closed as my fingers tickled so close to her kitty.