Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Boxset 4 Books

by Tara Brent

  Daniel put down a hundred-dollar bill. “Just keep them coming,” he said. “I don’t want to see the bottom of this glass for more than two seconds.”

  After four refills, one of the patrons took notice of him. “Hey, you’re that hotshot Daniel Myers!” the patron started laughing heartily. “This guy!” he said, gesturing at Daniel. “This guy! He’s screwed half of his corporation!”

  Daniel felt his face going red. “Sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else,” he murmured, uncomfortable.”

  “Nah man,” said the other patron. “Your picture’s in the story! Plus, who just drops hundred-dollar bills like that?” Daniel, fueled by humiliation and booze, rounded on the guy, hurling his glass toward him. “Whoa!” the guy said, ducking as the glass smashed against the wall. “What the hell?”

  Ignoring the target of his ire, Daniel growled at the horrified bartender: “Keep the bloody change.” With that, he stormed out of the bar.

  Drunk and distracted by anger, Daniel clumsily stumbled forth and got hit by an oncoming yellow taxi.

  Chapter 17

  Daniel awoke, groggy. Standing around him was a male nurse, a redhead he didn’t recognize, his brother, and… “Catalina…” he murmured.

  Cat smiled at him, but then looked away.

  “Look who’s awake!” said the nurse, who then turned to the visitors. “I’ll leave y’all alone with him.” And then the nurse winked at Daniel. “And who knows, maybe then I’ll be all alone with you.” With a woosh, the nurse skipped away.

  Daniel was momentarily puzzled, then glared at his brother. “Could you stop telling people I’m gay?”

  “I’ve never told a soul you were gay,” said Kurt.

  “Just bisexual,” piped in the redhead.

  “I’m sorry, who is this?” Daniel asked.

  The redhead extended her hand, which he awkwardly shook from his laying down position. “Amelia Graves. Listen, this wasn’t how I imagined meeting you, not by a long-shot, but, the fact is, I need to apologize to you. And,” she looked over her shoulder at Catalina, who was still red-faced, “to my roommate. It’s my fault that story got out. While it’s true that Catalina never forbade me from mentioning this to anybody, she was operating on the assumption that I would never gossip about her behind her back, that we had the kind of trust where she didn’t need to specify what is and is not a secret. And I violated that trust, hurting you both.”

  “But let’s be real here too,” interjected Kurt. “You know you’ve been sloppy, bro. But don’t throw away a good thing just because of a hiccup. I mean sure I’m ditching the company and all, but it’s my time to move on anyway. And speaking of moving on, let’s give these two lovebirds some space.” With that, he took Amelia’s hand and strolled off.

  Daniel blinked, confused. “Are they…?”

  “Oh yeah,” said Catalina. “I walked in on them. I’ll be traumatized for life.”

  He laughed. “Ow!”

  “You have some bruised ribs and a concussion but nothing you won’t bounce back from soon. In fact, the main reason you were out for so long is because you sustained the concussion while drunk. Not so great.”

  “Oh, right, yeah,” he conceded, embarrassed. “Listen,” he said slowly, “I’m—”

  Catalina put a finger over his lips. “Don’t,” she said. “I know.”

  “What do you say we get out of here?” Daniel suggested mischievously.

  “Have you been discharged yet?” asked Catalina.

  “Who cares,” said Daniel. “I own the hospital!”

  Chapter 18

  They arrived at Daniel’s mansion not long after. After stepping inside, Catalina paced in awe. “Wow,” she whispered. “I had imagined this countless times but this is beyond my wildest dreams.”

  Daniel grinned. “Here look at this.” He gestured to a dark bronze sculpture of a bird made out of crescent shapes. “This is Lunar Bird, by Joan Miró. One of my all-time favorite sculptures, so of course I had to have it right in my doorway.” He continued, pointing at the wall behind the sculpture. “I began to look into Miró’s other work as a result of my affection for Lunar Bird, so I made sure to get some of his paintings as well. This one is called Horse, Pipe, and Red Flower.”

  “Very straightforward name for such an extravagant painting,” commented Catalina. “There’s so much going on!”

  “Indeed. He always did enjoy the surreal. It’s from his early years. Next to it here, I actually have his very last paintings, Woman and Bird in the Night.”

  “I guess he liked birds,” teased Catalina. “And wow, this one is even more abstract.” She turned to face Daniel. “But enough with the art show. I definitely want a tour of your home. And in the future, I want a private tour of the Louvre or the Acropolis with you. I want you to spoil me like crazy. But that’s not what’s important right now.” She put her hand on his cheek. “Let’s face it: you’ve had a rough day. And I want nothing more than to make it all better for you. Take me to your bedroom, Daniel.”

  He held her tightly, feeling her heart beating against his chest, feeling himself becoming aroused. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s time for us.”

  “Not office shenanigans,” she said. “The real thing.”

  “The real thing,” he agreed.

  With that, Daniel led her off to his bedroom. By the time they got there, Catalina was slightly out of breath; they had to go up three long flights of stairs just to reach his bedroom! Once there, she was once again in awe of everything before her, but she bit her tongue as the heat rising from between her legs shushed her away from any further delays. Now inside, she turned to face Daniel. “Last time you asked me for a safe word.” She pulled out her cell phone and set her alarm for one hour. “For the next hour, I am nothing more than your plaything. I am yours to do with as you wish. Whatever you desire, whatever you dream of doing to me or with me, I belong entirely to you. My safe word is the alarm.”

  “Starting when?” asked Daniel.

  “Starting when you blindfold me,” said Catalina.

  Daniel smiled so devilishly and deviously that Catalina was almost scared, but only for a moment; she trusted him fully and intrinsically and was proud to give herself to him.

  Daniel went to his dresser and opened a drawer, removing a shining periwinkle blindfold from it. He silently approached Catalina, both of their hearts racing, and slowly tied it around her. He took her phone and let his thumb hover over the start button. “Time starts now,” he growled, and the clock went from 05:00 to 04:59, 04:58, 04:57…

  Not wasting another moment, Daniel began to unbutton her blouse, kissing her increasingly exposed skin as he proceeded. He made his way down to her pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them as well, but otherwise left them that way, returning to focus on her shirt. He gently removed her blouse and unclasped her bra, taking one of her already-erect nipples in his mouth while semi-aggressively pinching and fondling the other.

  “Oh god,” breathed Catalina. “Daniel… yes…!”

  He switched nipples, even more aggressive this time, and allowed his free hand to caress and squeeze her backside. After a minute or so, he kissed her down her stomach and pulled her jeans down, having her in nothing but her panties and socks.

  He took Catalina’s chin in his hand. “Now you undress me. And no peaking.”

  She obeyed, feeling forward to undo his tie, which she then slung around her own neck and shoulders. She proceeded to unbutton and remove his shirt, after which she pulled his sleeveless undershirt over his head and off.

  “On your knees,” he commanded.”

  She obeyed, and felt forward. “Christ you’re hard,” she said.

  “I know how hard I am, and I didn’t give you permission to talk. You still have a task at hand. Complete it.”

  She removed his pants and his boxer briefs. She began to fondle his penis, but he knocked her hand away. “Not until I say so. Now, stand back up and lay down on the bed.” She did as she was
told. “Spread your legs,” he added. She did, leaving nothing but thin cotton between him and her most sensitive area. She felt his hand working her over her panties and she gasped. This was followed by his mouth over her panties. She squirmed intensely, driven mad by the teasing.

  Finally, a new command: “Stand up and bend over.” She obeyed, excited, and heard him grabbing something from another part of the room. She heard a clinking noise just before he grabbed her arms and cuffed her hands behind her back. She felt his hands on her butt and was shocked to hear ripping fabric and he literally tore her panties apart, leaving her completely exposed.

  Without warning, he plunged his manhood inside of her and pumped away with relentless vigor. “Oh babeeeeeee!!!!” she cried out.

  He paused. “I don’t remember granting you permission to speak,” he said icily. She felt his hand by her face. “Open your mouth.” With that, he put her shredded underwear in her mouth. “It’s your turn to have your panties in your mouth,” he said, his dominant veneer giving away slightly to a mischievous tune.

  Catalina grinned inwardly, remembering how she had shoved her panties into his mouth. Guess I walked into that one, she thought to herself.

  Daniel pumped her from behind for seemed like an eternity before he finally withdrew from inside of her and Catalina felt her butt-cheeks getting pulled open. She gasped sharply as his tongue found its way not where she expected it would go but to an even more intimate hole.

  He rimmed her with vigor before also sliding his middle finger inside her pussy, his thumb working her clit while fingering her and tonguing her ass. This went on for minutes upon minutes upon minutes. Her entire body was an electrical fire in the best of ways. Her vaginal walls began to quiver and pulsate as she felt her orgasm begin to rise, but then Daniel withdrew sharply and smacked her ass hard. “You don’t have my permission to cum just yet,” he said curtly. “Now, on your knees.” She gladly obeyed, and knowing what his next command would be, opened her mouth. He removed her panties and then she felt his penis slide between her lips, felt him fucking her mouth while her pussy dripped with arousal from her near-orgasm from earlier.

  Without warning, Daniel pulled her to her feet and shoved her face down on the bed again, his penis entering her from behind again. To her surprise, she felt him unlock her handcuffs and flip her onto her back with her head hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. “I’m going to fuck your throat,” he said through gritted teeth. She took him in her mouth again as he gingerly pressed forward further than anybody ever had before. She resisted the urge to gag as his dick found its way to the back of her throat once, twice, over and over again. She grew hornier still as he played with her nipples while deepthroating him.

  Daniel picked her up like she was nothing and flipped her over so she was still face down but turned the other way. Before she even knew what was happening, she felt his tongue finally on her pussy yet again. He was slow at first but wasted no time picking up speed, eventually sliding two fingers inside of her to pump her vigorously while licking her. Once again, just before she was able to cum, he pulled out again. He pulled her close to him, heaving her legs over his shoulders and slid inside of her, pumping her with reckless abandon while viciously fondling her tits.

  “Permission… to speak… freely?” asked Catalina between breaths.

  Daniel chuckled. “Granted.”

  “I’m so close… so close… can’t stop it…!”

  Daniel pulled out of her and with his dick still lubricated from her pussy slid it straight into her ass. Catalina bit her lip to keep from crying out, but after a moment, it hurt so good. “I’m close too,” said Daniel through his teeth. He reached down and used his thumb to play with her clitoris while pumping her ass.

  It was finally too much for Catalina. “I’m I’M IIIII’MMMMM WOOOOOOOW HOLY SHITTING FUCK!!!!!”

  “ME TOOO!!” growled Daniel, his own orgasm suddenly upon him.

  “Ooooh my… HOLY FUCK!” Catalina squealed at the top of her lungs when the second wave of her orgasm overcame her, hitting her with such force that she squirted for the first time in her life, her love juices launching forth and hitting Daniel on his abdomen.

  Eventually their orgasm subsided. Daniel withdrew and collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. Right on cue, Catalina’s alarm went off. Daniel pulled her blindfold up to her forehead. “There’s your safe word,” he teased.

  “That was undoubtedly the most unbelievable, unforgettable sex of my life,” she said. Suddenly she adopted a devilish grin, the alarm still chiming.

  “What is it?” asked Daniel.

  She reached for her phone and, moments after pulling her blindfold down over her eyes again, hit “Snooze.”

  The End

  Games On

  Chapter 1

  He splashed some water on his face and then made his way back into his bedroom. The morning sun radiated through the blinds and glimmered across his bronze complexion and chiseled physique. Even this late in his career, he maintained peak physical condition.

  Isabel, the girl from last night, was lying naked on her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth lazily while staring across the room at him, smirking. “Never thought I’d get to third base with a real third baseman,” she teased.

  He forced a laugh. Yeah, like he hadn’t heard that once a week for the past eighteen years. But he decided to play nice. “You and I went well past third base. Several times, in fact.”

  She squirmed a bit on the bed. “You game for one more at-bat?”

  When I retire, will I still have to deal with these damn baseball puns? He brushed away the thought. Christ, what the hell am I complaining about? “Sorry hun, gotta run,” he replied. “Got a big meeting this afternoon.”

  “Oh? Who with?”

  “God,” he replied, chuckling.

  “What’s that?”

  “Nothing,” he said, brushing it off. “Hang on a sec.”

  He opened his top drawer where he kept several dozens of signed baseballs. “Here, catch,” he said, tossing it underhand to Isabel. She caught it in one hand. “Nice catch,” he said. “The last girl panicked and let it hit her in the face.” Immediately, he regretted his words.

  Isabel’s eyebrows shot up. She was not impressed. “So this is just a trinket you give all the girls you round the bases with?”

  Ignoring her third agitating pun in under a minute, he could do little but shrug. “Back in my rookie year, nearly every one of them demanded one. Became something of a ritual, I guess.”

  “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

  He crossed his arms. “You didn’t complain last night.”

  “That I did not,” she replied, smiling again. “But come on! I want something a bit different.”

  “Fine,” he said. “But then put some clothes on. Mainly just pants and a bra, at least.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll see. Clothes on. Now. Meet me downstairs in twenty minutes.” She began to obey, but he stopped her. “You know what? One thing first. You mentioned third base before? Okay, fine.” He gestured down in front of him.

  A devilish grin on her face, Isabel dropped to her knees in front of him.

  About half an hour later, she came downstairs in a bra and sweatpants. He was waiting for her, along with another woman. “Isabel, this is Francesca. She’s an artist.”

  “O...kay?” replied Isabel, confused.

  “You wanted something more special than a signed ball? This is it. Take it or leave it.”

  “And what is ‘it?’” inquired Isabel.

  “My signature, tattooed onto your ribs. Even if we never see each other again after today, that means that you belong to me. Any other guy you’re ever with, when he holds you tight will either have to deliberately avoid my name or will have no choice but to caress the mark I leave on you. So again: yes? Or no…?”

  “Yes. Definitely and unequivocally yes.” Isabel was nearly salivating at the thought. It wou
ldn’t occur to her until a few weeks later that the fact that he was able to get a tattoo artist over to his mansion on such immediate notice despite not having any tattoos himself was likely a sign that he had probably done this several times before, branding those unsatisfied with a mere signed ball as a token sign of their nocturnal shenanigans.

  “Perfect. Then I’m going to sign your ribs with this sharpie, and I’ll be on my way, leaving you with Francesca here.”

  “Yay!” she squealed, giddy. And with that, he signed her: Hayden Moreau

  ***

  “You’re late,” said Conor Shapiro, owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers.

  “Yeah, something held me up,” said Hayden.

  “Something, huh? What was her name?”

  “Isabel… Something,” he said.

  “Well you’re nothing if not consistent whether on the baseball field or on the dating field,” said Shapiro, laughing. “Haven’t you ever thought of settling down, Hayden?”

  “Not really,” he said.

  “Not the romantic type?”

  “You know better than that, Conor.”

  “I do indeed, Mr. Moreau. You fall in love regularly. You just don’t stay in love for much longer than… what’s your range? Somewhere between 24 minutes and 24 hours?”

  “You’re a bit generous on the low end there. Probably more like 24 seconds to 24 hours.”