Arrangement With A Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers #1)

by Mandy Rosko

  And the sad thing was, even though this would only be the second time they'd been together, just with his hand beneath her panties, teasing her like this, she already knew it.

  No one had ever been this good before, and it was almost guaranteed that no one would be this good after him.

  "Do you want my fingers inside you?"

  Isla nodded eagerly. "Yes."

  Arturo dipped them in, but then pulled back before she could derive too much pleasure from the act.

  What was he doing, holding onto it for a rainy day?

  She glared at him. "Stop doing that!"

  "Doing what? This?"

  He dipped his fingers inside again, stretching out her panties, not going nearly as deep as she needed him to go, and then pulling back before all the pleasure she could just taste, knowing it was right there, vanished from her forever.

  Well, not forever. That was being a little dramatic, but it was insanely hard not to be dramatic when she was so close to getting off and what Arturo was doing felt so good.

  "This time, I'm going to strip you naked," he growled, still barely dipping his fingers into her pussy. Even when she clenched her inner walls around them, she couldn't keep him inside.

  Then she actually heard what he said, and she blinked wide. "Wait, what? I… Jesus, I thought you liked having sex with your clothes on."

  "Not with them all on." His breathing increased to a harder tempo, as though he was the one receiving pleasure right now instead of her. "But just enough for it to be fun. I think this time it would be more fun if you were naked."

  Isla glared at him. "Because we might get caught at any second?"

  For all she knew, they'd already been caught, but Jeffery or Martina or whoever, had likely had the good sense to turn around and walk away, instead of drawing attention to themselves.

  Isla had a mortifying revelation. Regardless of whether or not anyone ever saw them, from now on, for the remaining four weeks she would be here, she was always going to look at each member of the staff and wonder if they'd seen her naked, boobs exposed and legs in the air.

  "Why are you glaring at me like that? I thought you liked this?" Arturo said.

  Bastard. He knew.

  It was too late now. Her body was sizzling, and if she didn’t get what she wanted, she was going to implode.

  "You know I like it. Now stop stroking your own ego if you ever want that thing of yours to get stroked by me."

  "I'd rather you sucked it, but we'll get to that later," he replied, pulling back just enough to undo his belt. He placed the leather on the table, and then quickly undid his pants.

  "We're going to have to speak about the panties. They're lovely, and it's a shame to ruin them. I’ll either have to contain myself a little better or start buying you lingerie."

  God, why did he have to talk like that? "Are you always so proper even during sex?" Isla asked.

  "I've always spoken like this."

  If he always spoke in that husky tone, even when they weren't in bed with each other, Isla was going to spend the next four weeks trying not to lose her damned mind.

  Arturo grabbed her hands, pulled them above her head, and held them together as he used his belt to tie them.

  "What's this?"

  "Part of our agreement." Arturo looked her right in the eyes, his expression perfectly serious. "Your safe word is red."

  "Red as in stop, got it." That seemed simple enough, but was it necessary?

  "This isn't anything that's not already in our contract," Arturo said. "And there won't be anything you can't handle, but I will push you. I want to see how far you can go."

  She wasn't entirely sure how far he could push her. The contract had been pretty straightforward and detailed. There didn't seem to be anything he could hide from her or surprise her with.

  Still, she nodded.

  There had been a time when Isla would've said she'd never be the sort of girl who would do something like this, but now, here she was, ready and raring to go because she needed someone to get her off. She'd even get herself off right now if she could.

  She squirmed, wanting to slide her hands down her body to do just that.

  She wanted to touch herself, to stroke her clit hard and fast and make herself come.

  He shook his head. "Now you see why I needed to restrain you."

  "Fuck," Isla said on a wispy breath.

  This was almost too much already. How in the hell was she going to handle this?

  Arturo looked at her, really looked with those intensely black eyes. A broad smile pulled up at the corner of his mouth. "You said you're not a virgin, but you haven't done much of anything, have you?"

  Even though it sounded like a question, she knew it wasn’t.

  She shook her head. "No, it's all been pretty vanilla for me. But I would really love it if we could stop talking and get back to what we were doing."

  "You don't make the demands here." He let his fingers slide over and around one of her budding nipples. The sensation of being so close and yet so far was maddening. Her back arched and she bit down on her lower lip. The attention he was granting her was pleasurable, but it wasn't nearly as much as she needed.

  She tried to press her nipple closer to that circling finger, but he remained elusive.

  "I like talking. It draws things out for the both of us."

  "Oh, my God!" Isla said in frustration, but also partly from the pleasure. "You tied me up so I won't strangle you. That's what you did."

  Arturo laughed aloud at that. "I'm not into that, and I expressly put that into our contract as well, so don't you worry."

  "I'm still going to find a way to… to get you for this."

  She'd nearly said she'd find a way to kill him for this. Thankfully, her words were gaspy and panting because of what he was doing to her. If that made the pause seem a little more natural, more because she was frustrated than because she was covering up for something else, then all the better. She'd use that.

  Even as an empty threat or a joke, she didn't think she should tell a man, whose mother was murdered by his father, that she wanted to kill him. His ex-girlfriends and lovers probably did that enough.

  Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the slip up. He leaned in and slid his warm, wet tongue over her other nipple, and when he pulled back, the thin layer of moisture left behind immediately cooled in the air of the breakfast nook. First warm and then cold, Isla's nipple puckered harder. Something like that definitely should not have been possible.

  "You're going to beg me to fuck you."

  "I am begging! I'm begging right now!"

  "No, you're angry. There’s a difference.” Arturo leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her lips, as though he wasn't teasing her, as though his bare, hard cock wasn't inches away from her sex.

  Isla clenched her thighs and groaned. He used one hand to keep her wrists above her head, but with his other, he expertly pulled down the zipper of her skirt until it was loose enough to be yanked off her waist and feet and then dropped on the floor.

  With her blouse wide open and bra popped off, she really was completely exposed now with the exception of her tiny, lacy panties and the stockings on her legs,

  Even with the panties, she supposed they didn't count when it came to whether or not anyone in this giant mansion would see her. She was pretty much naked.

  Arturo returned his hand to her pussy, but he didn't put it beneath her panties. This time, he used his hand and stroked her above the fabric. The grooves and design of the lace gave off a feeling almost like a soft vibration with each forward and back- stroke. It felt fucking fantastic, and Isla thrust her hips to gain more of that feeling.

  Her body was in charge now, her mind completely gone. She didn't think she would care if anyone in her family happened to walk in and see her. She wanted Arturo Calendri inside her, stretching her wide and pushing deep.

  "Please," she said, her voice a soft quiver. Her voice had never quivered before. "Please
fuck me, Arturo."

  "Why?"

  Isla wet her lips. "Because I need it."

  It was the truth. She had no filter and was incapable of lying in this moment.

  A hard groan left Arturo's throat. "Finally. I thought you'd make me wait all damned day."

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  That seemed to be the gateway that opened up the wrath of Arturo’s lust, because in the instant she gave in, giving him what he needed to continue, he pushed her panties out of the way, stretching and probably ruining them. His cock pushed against the entrance of her sex and then slammed forward.

  Isla cried out, both from the sudden intrusion and then the pleasure as her body adjusted. He was so rough with her that she instinctively expected his quick entries to hurt, but they never did. She received no pain, only the warm, building pleasure that came with having her insides stroked hard and fast.

  And he moved hard and fast all right. She marveled at how rough he could be with her, and how her body responded to that.

  He released her wrists, finally giving her some of the freedom she needed to touch him. He got to touch her; his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, and she was starting to feel left out.

  But her hands were still bound together by the damned leather belt.

  She groaned in frustration.

  Arturo pulled his mouth away from the spot on her throat where she was no doubt going to have a pretty big hickey. “That doesn’t come off. Don’t even think about asking.”

  Isla shook his head. “Don’t stop, and I won’t say a word.”

  Which was a total lie, because with the way he moved, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

  She made a compromise with herself by looping her wrists around Arturo’s neck, pulling him forward. As much as she adored it when his tongue teased her nipples one at a time, she wanted his mouth back on hers.

  Arturo took the hint, kissing her as his hips slammed into her just in the way she’d seen guys in pornos do. This was better because it was a porno she was in, with the added benefit of there being no cameras to watch her.

  He tried to push his tongue into her mouth again, but Isla wasn’t having any of that. She gripped his hair tight, hopefully messing up that little ponytail he tended to wear when he was in a suit, and kept a firm hold as she pushed her tongue forward between his lips.

  Her eyes were closed, but she could hear and feel the soft gasp that came from Arturo’s throat and mouth when she did that.

  A thrill of excitement sizzled through her body when she realized she’d shocked him. He hadn’t been expecting her to do that, and she’d done it.

  She didn’t give him an inch either, not when he tried to retake control of their kiss. No damned way. She’d gotten something on him, and she had every intention of keeping even this tiny amount of power.

  Arturo wasn’t used to his bed partners taking control. He wanted his women to participate, but he hadn’t expected Isla to want control.

  She was going to use that.

  She held Arturo close to her, making sure he couldn’t break away from the kiss, licking deep into his mouth and moaning as she tasted something fruity in his mouth. She’d have to ask him later on what that was. It was great.

  Isla tightened her thighs around his pumping hips, thrusting back, meeting him, matching him, and even surpassing him at one point.

  It got hard to breath. She was usually good at breathing while kissing. Some people just seemed to hold their breath for whatever reason, breaking away only when they needed air. Not Isla. Except that now she did. She’d forgotten to breathe because kissing Arturo had taken up all of her focus. There was nothing else in the world except for that.

  She gasped for breath, her and Arturo’s breaths mingling together, and somehow that was just as sexy.

  “I’m close,” Isla said, unable to hold back. That building sensation within her was starting to peak. She couldn’t contain herself anymore.

  He nodded. “Come for me. I want your pussy squeezing my cock. Do it!”

  Isla did. She kind of wished she could hold back just to show him she was going to come whenever she pleased and not when he demanded it, but that was stupid. Why would she care about getting any more power over him when this felt so damned good?

  Her body clenched as the warmth of her orgasm bloomed inside of her, just behind her pelvis and then outward to the rest of her. Isla’s sex did clench around Arturo’s cock. He groaned and thrust harder, slamming into her and making her bounce on the table.

  And then a warmth spread inside of her body as Arturo tensed, his shoulders trembling. He pumped his hips, milking himself until there was nothing left for him to give.

  They hadn’t used a condom. It was a good thing the contract stated Isla was to be on the pill. She still felt as though she should be having a mild freak out, but that wasn’t happening either.

  She felt calm. Isla was all right, and Arturo’s heavy breathing and the way his chest rose and fell while he half lay on top of her, putting even more stress and weight onto the table, actually relaxed her a bit.

  She didn’t expect it to last, and it didn’t. Arturo pulled himself off her. He was still confident, still looked her in the eyes, as though they didn’t just have another mind-blowing fuck.

  And it had been pretty mind-blowing. “I need to return to work,” he said, straightening his clothes and untying the belt from around Isla’s wrists when his pants were properly adjusted.

  She let him. Now that the moment was over, even that pleasant buzz wasn’t enough to make her want to lie there on the table, legs spread and body exposed.

  When her wrists were free, she hurried to redress herself, and then sighed when she remembered the buttons of her blouse had been destroyed. “I don’t supposed it’s too much to ask for you to replace this?” she said, opting to re-clasp her bra instead. At least that way her tits wouldn’t be hanging out and about for just anyone to see.

  “Everything damaged will be replaced.” His dark eyes flicked lower before a smirk pulled up at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll have new lingerie brought to your room.”

  “You don’t even know my size,” Isla said.

  She wasn’t against getting new lingerie. She liked buying panties and bras, with all their cute frills and bows and details. It was another one of her guilty pleasures, aside from buying materials to make her jewelry. Arturo didn’t know what styles she liked, her favorite colors, any of it. He also must not know that a girl liked to pick out something for herself.

  “I know your size.” Then, as though he’d read her mind, he responded to the rest of what she’d been thinking. “I’ll also have a style chosen that you like, as well as colors.”

  “Wait, how do you even know you can pick out something and I’ll like it?”

  That cocky, pleased-with-himself smile never left Arturo’s face. “I’ve been with enough women in my time to know what they like.”

  Instead of being irritated, like she should’ve been after hearing that, Isla’s mouth went dry, and her panties dampened. She had a hard time swallowing.

  Maybe it was the way he’d said it, or the fact that he was looking at her with that wolfish smile on his mouth, as though already thinking about stripping her bare and doing her again.

  Isla had to look away from him. “Okay, great, free lingerie for me. It would probably be easier if you gave me a gift card to Victoria’s Secret, or Aerie instead. Then you won’t have to worry if you pick out something I don’t like.”

  “I doubt that will be a problem,” he assured her as he expertly redid his tie. She wasn’t sure why she thought he would need someone’s help in order to do that. He ran a billion dollar company. Why wouldn’t he know how to tie his own tie?

  “You should hurry and dress,” Arturo said, finishing up and looking as though nothing had even happened. His clothes weren’t even rumpled.

  Why did that have to make him look even sexier than before? Her brain became clouded with heavy fog as she admired wha
t stood before her, but then Arturo smiled and called her name.

  Isla blinked. He was saying something to her, and it wasn’t so great if she couldn’t pay attention because she was too caught up in how good he looked. That was too high school, even for her tastes.

  “Sorry, what was that?”

  “I said, you should hurry up and dress before the camera sees you.”

  Isla’s spine stiffened. “Camera?”

  Her eyes immediately sought out the offending object like a heat-seeking missile. Only they were camera seeking and wouldn’t destroy it.

  When she spotted the camera, the hot rage inside of her certainly felt powerful enough to shatter the object with just a glance. Unfortunately, it remained right where it was.

  “You said you wouldn’t record this! It was in your contract!”

  “Relax. Do you see a red light blinking on it?”

  She didn’t, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t on. Arturo was a billionaire, and he could make his gadgets do whatever he wanted them to do.

  Despite her distrustful glare, he didn’t appear the least bit fazed. “I turned the camera off when I came in here. See?”

  He held out his wrist, the one that had the Rolex on it. He clicked the tiny dial on the side, which wasn’t a dial for adjusting the minute and hour hands it seemed, but was a button.

  The glass face changed, revealing that his watch was more like the baby of a Rolex and one of those Apple watches that looked so interesting.

  Arturo flicked his finger on the screen for her to see, until he came across the room they were in. Unlike the other rooms, this one was greyed out and the words Tap To Resume were in a transparent font on the screen.

  “Oh, okay,” Isla said, then thought of something else. “There’s not a camera in my room, is there?”

  “Of course there is, but it’s not recording.”

  “But can you still see me with this app?”

  “I’m not a pervert, Miss King, so the answer to that would be no. I’m not secretly watching you getting dressed and jerking off to the sight. Even if I was so inclined to do something like that, there’s literally no point, considering I can have you whenever I want you.”