House Of The Billionaire (The Billionaire's Contract Series)

by Hamilton, Angelina Jenoire

  ‘Yes,’ she purred, ‘let yourself go.’

  He groaned loudly and felt himself twitching and releasing inside her. He held her hip tightly, pressing himself against her bottom as he flooded her with his hot seed. He felt like everything faded and the only thing that reached his awareness was the feel of her body against his, the softness of her ass pressing against him, the tight heat of her pussy as he filled it with his urgent release.

  When he was done and she had used her inner muscles to milk his manhood, he pulled out of her reluctantly, craving the close connection they had just shared.

  He kissed her shoulder and she whispered, ‘I love you.’

  ‘I love you too,’ he whispered in her ear before settling down against her, their bodies fitting together as perfectly as a lock and key.

  * * *

  Kirsty woke up just before dawn and reached over to touch Tyler. Her hand met empty bed. He was gone. The last vestiges of sleep fled as she opened her eyes. ‘Tyler?’

  The house was silent.

  She slid out of bed. The wooden floor was cold against her feet as she padded to the hook on the door where her robe hung. She had bought the dark blue satin robe during her shopping spree with Jane before she came away with Tyler. Shrugging into it, she tied the belt loosely at her waist and opened the bedroom door. Where could he be? Their bedroom had an en suite so he hadn’t left to go to the bathroom. Pulling the robe tighter around her against the cold, she made her way along the hallway to the top of stairs, listening for sounds below. The silence was deathly.

  She descended the wide staircase. The creak of the old wooden steps beneath her feet sounded deafeningly loud in the quiet house.

  She checked the kitchen, the dining room and the living room. Nothing.

  Opening the front door as quietly as she could, she went outside. Despite the impending dawn, it was still dark. Surely Tyler hadn’t gone for a walk? Would he have gone to the lake?

  A chill ran along her spine as she looked toward the garage. The door was open and even though the interior was dark, she see that the car was gone. She hurried along the cold stone path that led to the garage and she went inside. The smell of oil and paint hung in the dark air. Kirsty checked the shelf. The carburettor was gone. Tyler had put it into the car and driven away.

  She left the garage and stood confused, looking along the tree-lined the driveway that led away from Darkmere House.

  Where had he gone?

  * * *

  Tyler gunned the Cherry’s engine, racing along to the lake road. He had gone a mile down the main road before turning down the dirt road that wound along he cliff by Dark Lake. The car responded perfectly to his touch, taking corners with ease and accelerating with a speed that pressed Tyler back into his seat. Despite its performance, he could hear taps and squeals of metal on metal in the engine. The car had been sitting in a garage for fifteen years; it was bound to have developed faults. It didn’t matter. It only needed to get him a little farther; after that nothing else mattered.

  The trees sped past the windows. The steering wheel vibrated in Tyler’s hand. He noticed thin tendrils of oily smoke trailing behind the car. ‘Come on,’ he said to the dying machine, ‘just a little farther.’

  Ahead of him he noticed a small fence erected across the road with a sign that read ‘Danger: Treacherous Road Ahead’ hanging from its wooden crosspieces. Tyler couldn’t afford to stop; he didn’t know if the car would last much longer and he needed it to reach its final destination. He pressed down on the accelerator and ripped through the fence, instinctively bringing an arm up to shield his face as the wood splintered and skittered along the top of the car. It left a spidery crack in the windshield and popped one of the wing mirrors but that didn’t matter now. Tyler continued on up the cliff road.

  The lake appeared on his left as the Cherry climbed steadily up the road. Ahead was the bend where the police had found Dwayne’s cigarette butts and empty bottles of beer and whiskey. What his brother had been doing up there was a mystery to Tyler and he admitted to himself now that it would remain a mystery forever.

  The road ahead bent sharply to the right. Despite the fact that Dwayne had died here, a safety barrier had never been built. No one saw any point to that; the road led nowhere. Further up the mountain, it simply ceased to exist, giving way to rocks and a hiking path.

  The bend got closer.

  Tyler didn’t slow down. He kept the accelerator pressed to the floor.

  The blood red Cherry ate the road despite the smoke curling from the engine which obscured Tyler’s vision, and the squeals of protest coming from under the hood.

  As the car hit the bend, Tyler wrenched open the driver’s door and leapt out.

  For a moment, he felt like he had jumped into an abyss and he wondered if he had bailed too late and gone over the cliff with the car. Then he felt gravel hit him hard and the breath blew out of his lungs in a painful explosion and he knew he was on the road. His momentum carried him forward, rolling and sliding him toward the cliff edge. The car left the road and for a moment hung suspended in mid air. Dawn broke and the new day’s sunlight reflected on the car’s red paint job and glittered over the lake below. The front of the car dipped slightly and Tyler’s forward momentum halted in time for him to see the vehicle plummet like a lead tombstone into the dark, deep, cold water below. The splash sounded like the shattering of glass.

  Tyler stood watching until the red car had sunk completely into the dark, cold depths.

  Then he turned around and walked back along the road.

  Back to the woman he loved.

  Chapter Six

  Kirsty’s heart leapt when she saw Tyler walking up the driveway. To be more accurate, he was limping slightly and his dark sweater was torn along the side, revealing torn flesh beneath. His jeans were also torn in places and blood stained the ragged holes.

  She ran to him, suddenly crying from both relief and worry. ‘Tyler!’

  He waved weakly to her and continued on up the driveway as she ran toward him.

  ‘What happened?’ she said as she reached him. She put her arms around him and he returned the embrace, holding her tightly.

  ‘I finished the car,’ he said.

  ‘Come on, let’s get you into the house. There must be a first aid kit in there somewhere.’

  ‘Then I want to leave,’ he said. ‘We can drive up to Scotland, find a quiet hotel somewhere.’

  ‘Sounds good to me.’

  ‘Kirsty,’ he said, looking into her eyes.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I love you.’

  ‘I love you too, Tyler.’

  * * *

  One Month Later:

  Ruth Masterson smoothed down her tweed skirt, picked up a tray containing a tea pot full of tea, two cups and saucers and a little jug of milk and a packet of biscuits and entered Tyler Blake’s office. He stood by the window, looking smart, handsome and sexy in his dark suit as he looked out over London. Ruth had liked Tyler from the moment he had taken over as head of Inception Publishing but since his month’s holiday, she liked him even more. He seemed more relaxed.

  ‘Just leave them on the desk thanks, Ruth,’ he said.

  She put the tray down and said, ‘Anything else, Sir?’

  ‘Just let me know when my two o clock is here, please.’

  ‘Of course.’ She left the office and sat at her desk outside his door. The elevator dinged open at the end of the corridor and Kirsty Moore stepped out, looking pretty in a white suit jacket and pencil skirt. There was something different about Kirsty that went beyond her new clothes but Ruth couldn’t quite put a finger on it. The Romance author seemed more confident than she used to be. And happier.

  Ruth pressed the button on her desk that called Mr Blake’s intercom. ‘Your two o clock is here, Sir.’

  ‘Send her in, Ruth.’

  ‘Go right in,’ Ruth told Kirsty. ‘There’s tea and biscuits.’

  ‘Thanks, Ruth,’ Kirsty sai
d, opening the door to Tyler’s office.

  Ruth Masterson shook her head and smiled. What had gotten into those two? They were like two different people. She shrugged and went about her work.

  * * *

  The tray of tea and biscuits vibrated each time Tyler thrust into Kirsty’s pussy. She was bent over the desk, her pencil skirt up around her hips and her white panties down around her ankles. Tyler stood behind her, his trousers down around his knees as he drove himself home with strong thrusts. Kirsty’s bare bottom shook and slapped against his groin as he pushed his thick length inside her tight heat. Kirsty had been waiting for this since travelling down from Nottingham to deliver the manuscript of her second Red Rose Bound book. He felt incredible inside her, like he belonged in there. She tried to keep quiet, remembering that Ruth Masterson was sat just beyond the door, but she couldn’t hold back every moan of pleasure that the invasion of his cock made her want to sound out, giving voice to the mounting bliss within her.

  She knew he was making an effort to be quiet, making little grunts of pleasure each time he entered her. Staying quiet like this made Kirsty feel as if she were a naughty teenager. The fact that she was still wearing her clothes but her skirt was hiked up around her hips and her panties were down around her ankles added to that illusion.

  Tyler’s thrusts became erratic and she knew he was about to come. He gripped her hips tightly and pulled her back against him, leaning over her and kissing her neck tenderly as he released his seed within her body. She loved to feel his release inside her, to feel him erupt in her belly, spilling his desire and filling her with it.

  She used her inner muscles to squeeze his hard girth until he was completely spent.

  * * *

  ‘I read the manuscript,’ he said. He sat on his big swivel chair. His trousers were back on and Kirsty had freshened herself up in his en suite bathroom. Apart from the cold tea in the pot, there were no clues to the fact that they had just fucked over his desk.

  ‘And?’ she asked.

  He picked up the sheaf of papers that made up her manuscript and flicked through them. ‘A billionaire who revisits his family home and faces the demons that have been haunting him since the death of his older brother?’

  She nodded.

  He raised an eyebrow. Despite the fact that she had just had him inside her, Kirsty wanted him again.

  ‘It’s a bit familiar,’ he said.

  She shrugged a little shrug.

  ‘Kirsty, this is our story.’

  ‘The names are changed,’ she offered.

  ‘So during our travels in Scotland and the Lake District, every time I saw you typing on your Mac, you were writing about Darkmere House?’

  ‘Maybe.’

  He laughed.

  ‘There’s just one thing that I must insist on.’

  ‘Hmm. What’s that?’

  ‘This couple...your main characters. I must insist that they have an HEA ending.’

  ‘Oh, you like Happily Ever After endings do you?’

  ‘In some cases, yes.’

  ‘I have a meeting in two minutes. Meet me for dinner tonight and we’ll discuss the story further.’

  ‘Sounds interesting,’ she said, getting up. He came around the desk to meet her and kissed her deeply, his hand dropping to her hips as his mouth explored hers. When they broke, they were both breathless.

  ‘I’ll see you later,’ she said, smoothing her dress before leaving the office. Outside, Ruth Masterson seemed engrossed in a letter she was typing and waved distractedly at Kirsty. ‘Goodbye, dear. I hope you enjoyed the tea.’

  Kirsty smiled and pressed the button for the elevator.

  * * *

  Tyler watched the London skyline from his window and thought about what he had said to Kirsty. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a small box. Opening it, he looked at the ring and the bright play of sunlight from the window on the gold band and glistening diamonds.

  Happily ever after.

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