Heart Thief (Black Market Billionaire Book 1)

by Skylar Sweeney

  “Shit,” I said, my whole body tightening with something between need and fear, “you really don’t have socks in there.”

  Rex stared at me for a moment then let out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, Mason,” he said, voice husky and deep, “I don’t have any socks in there. Just one big cock that’s going to be very hard to fit into your tiny little body.”

  He reached into his pocket, pulling a condom out, and I watched as he ripped the packet open with his teeth then slid it onto his rock hard shaft.

  “No worries, though,” he murmured as he bent down began to suckle at my neck. “We’ll make it fit.”

  I yelped as he suddenly ripped my underwear off with an easy tug, tossing them aside, and slipped his fingers between my lips and then deep inside me, caressing my clit with his thumb.

  “Yes,” I moaned, and he smiled, one hand moving up and down my body, rubbing across all the places that made whimper, while the other continued to play with my aching lady parts.

  I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, and tugged him down, spreading my legs apart as far I could as I lifted them up, twisting them around his muscular back and squeezing him tight with my thighs.

  “Fuck me,” I said, voice breathy and filled with need. “I can take it. Do it now!”

  It was Rex who moaned this time, slipping his fingers out of my soaking hole and bringing them to his lips, a drunken smile on his face as he slid the wetness in his mouth, sucking deep and hard.

  “Delicious,” he whispered to me, and I cried out as he suddenly slid into me without warning, the width and length of his cock making my hole ache from the strain, even as it spasmed and begged for more.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered as he stilled on top of me, hips silent as he rested inside me, allowing my body to adjust to the feel of him.

  “Yes,” I replied, squeezing my eyes shut and raising my own hips to force him deeper within me. “Yes, now take me, you son of a bitch.”

  Rex burst into deep laughter, his brown eyes sparkling as he began to thrust. I moaned as he rammed deep inside me, digging my fingernails into his shoulders and tightening my legs around his body.

  “You… are so… beautiful,” he muttered, arching his back as he moved against me, his flesh slapping mine in a viciously passionate orchestra.

  “Look who’s talking,” I replied with a little laugh, unable to take my eyes off the way his biceps flexed and his pecs squeezed. Not to mention the way his lips were pink and swollen from sucking my skin.

  Rex put a hand to his chest, gasping deeply as he pulled out, and my brow furrowed with concern for a moment before he smiled at me and dropped down between my legs. I cried out, my entire body flexing hard against the mattress as those swollen lips of his found my clit, taking it between them and sucking hard, the tip of his tongue playing with that little button.

  I had no choice but to wag my hips in need as his tongue slid inside me, moving around in a gentle dance as his lips still toyed with my lips and clit. My back arched as the pleasure rode over me, taking me as hard as his cock had, completely encompassing my senses.

  I cried out, slapping my hands against the bed, but he didn’t pause in his ministrations, continuing to suck and stroke and toy with his tongue and his lips and his teeth.

  “Oh God, Rex…” I moaned, shaking my head back and forth as I felt the pleasure start to slowly build up again and the feeling of emptiness inside me grew. “I want you inside me again.”

  “Oh, but you’re so tasty, baby,” he said as he lifted his head, a smile on his face.

  I met it with one of my own, my lips spreading. “It doesn’t seem fair for it to go one way. Don’t you want kisses, too?”

  Rex laughed aloud, his powerful arms lifting him up so he could stare down at me with his wicked grin.

  “Who doesn’t like kisses?” He crawled up the bed, and I giggled as he straddled me, his giant cock settling in front of me.

  It wasn’t the sort of thing that anybody was going to be downing—well, maybe Bambi, her being a street corner whore and all—but I took the tip in my mouth as I wrapped my hands around the shaft, enjoying the hard feel of his arousal and wishing I could touch the velvety flesh beneath the condom.

  “I’m on birth control, you know,” I said as I lifted my head, and Rex cocked his head to the side, nodding.

  “You aren’t worried about…?”

  “You get checked, right?”

  Rex nodded, and I smiled, pulling off the condom and tossing it to the side, wondering idly if the fancy ass Four Seasons made you pay extra to pick those up.

  I sighed as I ran my lips across the soft, velvety skin of his tip, my tongue gently stroking across the slit. Rex moaned, and I suckled at the salty drips that leaked from him. My fingers worked him gently as I kissed down his shaft, sucking along it as I did so.

  “Did I mention that you’re beautiful?” he whispered, and I smiled, lifting my eyes to meet him.

  “Maybe once or twice.” I took the tip in my mouth again, sliding down as far as I could go, pulling him in with my mouth, sucking hard, as my hands played gently with his balls, rolling them around.

  “Oh… Mason, let me finish inside you.”

  I pulled my head up with a soft pop, and moaned. “Yes, do, please.”

  Rex moved back between my legs, and I wrapped my legs around him, yanking him hard against me, trapping him there as he grunted and thrust into me.

  I cried out as he began to move in and out of me in quick, sharp motions, thrusting my hips in time with his to draw him deeper into the heat of my body. I moaned as the pleasure built up, the feeling of being so full inside, combined with the throbbing warmth that his mouth had left on my clit causing my whole body to shiver with the build up of a coming pleasure…. Faster and faster it rose, the anticipation surging, then the moment was there, and I yelled out, my body tightening around him and my eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure washed over me, overcoming my senses.

  Apparently that was all Rex needed to push him over the edge as well, because the moment my vagina clamped hard around his cock, he was coming, yelling out in a ferocious way that would have made me giggle if I wasn’t a little too distracted by how very amazing I felt.

  He thrust in one last time then pulled out, collapsing down next to me on the bed, hand clutched to his chest again as he gasped, a very satisfied smile on his face.

  I knew how he felt.

  We lay there together for a long moment, savoring the feeling of having fallen over the edge of pleasure, then Rex let out a very loud laugh.

  “Why didn’t we do that ten years ago? I mean, I've heard anger sex is good therapy.”

  I shook my head, wiping my sweaty curls out of my face as I grinned over at him. “I have no idea. But let’s do it for the next ten, ‘kay?”

  chapter EIGHT

  LEVELS 5 & 9

  - MASON -

  It was certainly a beautiful day in the neighborhood, despite the rain pounding down outside, leaving the streets looking like a river. Even with my purple raincoat and yellow rainboots to guard me, I’d still shown up at work this morning looking like a well used dishrag, but I was a dishrag with shine! And who wouldn’t be shining? A half a dozen orgasms last night and two this morning was a recipe for brilliance! Plus, staying at the Four Seasons was fun! (They actually do pick up condoms for free.)

  I hummed as I stepped out of the elevator into the ground floor lobby and gave a wave to Valentine, who was currently cleaning the edge of the indoor fountain with what looked like that trusty toothbrush of his. He flashed me a bright smile, waving back, and I literally skipped across the lobby, swinging my pink umbrella at my side. I should sing a song. Maybe from Singin’ In the Rain?

  I slid my way through the metal detectors and onto the equally slick sidewalk, looking happily about. Rex was supposed to meet me for lunch in half an hour—something about having to wait for Mrs. Cho to return before he left the office—and I had plans to finally let
him in on the catastrophe I’d been lured into by Wesley, the man who was apparently also his brother. I’d decided to grab a drink, or maybe some chocolate cake, to steel my nerves beforehand, but I felt that he’d understand. I hadn’t known the bio-heart wasn’t for him, or I’d never have tried to steal it in the first place, and he’d said from the start he thought that I was out for revenge, so this couldn’t be a huge surprise.

  Surely he could forgive me.

  Probably. Maybe? I hoped?

  I swallowed hard, happiness dimming a little at the thought.

  No! Nothing was allowed to get me down today! Hell, I’d be happy to go down, if the opportunity arose. Especially if Rex decided to have some lady taco for lunch in return.

  I giggled at my own taco joke and sucked in a lungful of smog, smiling brightly. Ah, what a beautiful—

  A loud scream escaped me as I was grabbed suddenly around the waist and lifted off the ground. My umbrella was knocked from my hands, and my arms were pinned tightly behind my back. A large hand slapped over my mouth, silencing my howls, and it was like the person holding me didn’t even feel my violent struggles, that's how strong his grip on me was.

  The pedestrians around us scattered, no one even bothering to try and help me, all busy saving their own asses while the young woman was hauled away by an unknown man. I twisted my neck enough to see that whoever had me was wearing a mask and hauling me toward a black van.

  Oh God, oh God, oh God. I was going to end up just like Joey Schumer. This position was cursed.

  “RELEASE HER!” Mrs. Cho’s voice broke me from my horrified daze, and my eyes widened as she dashed down the sidewalk at the speed of light, pulling a gun out from behind her.

  Mrs. Cho actually carried a gun? How terrifying.

  The door to the van opened, and I struggled like mad, screaming as loud as I could manage behind my kidnapper's glove as I watched a man with a handgun appear. He pulled the trigger in what seemed like slow motion, and I swear I actually watched as the bullet left the gun and travelled through the air, getting closer and closer to Mrs. Cho until, after what seemed like eternity, it flew straight into the center of her chest.

  I moaned, head falling back as tears rose up in my eyes, and I went limp in my kidnapper’s arms, the will to fight suddenly gone.

  Dozens of guards began to pour from the Brotherhood Building, guns drawn, and I guess it hit my kidnappers that they weren’t going to be able to get away with me without dying a little first. The van door slammed shut, squealing away from the curb, leaving my kidnapper alone with me. Apparently they were more than happy to leave a man behind. Definitely no Marines involved in this catastrophe.

  My kidnapper shoved me away hard and dove into traffic, using taxis as cover as he dashed into the crowd of screaming pedestrians rioting across the street as they tried to ‘escape’ by running into each other and flinging their belongings through the air.

  I let out my own scream as I collapsed to the ground. Terrified that one of the security guards might shoot me by accident, I curled into a protective ball, hiding my face behind my knees.

  I cried out and began to struggle when I felt a hand on my shoulder, but Valentine’s voice crooned, “It’s okay, Ms. Mason. I’m here. You’re safe.”

  I choked back a sob as he lifted me up, carrying me toward the building like I weighed nothing.

  “We need medics over here, ASAP!” Jones ordered as he dropped down next to Mrs. Cho and pressed his hands against her chest like he was trying to hold all the blood in by sheer force of will. Was Mrs. Cho dead?

  Tears ran down my cheeks. Please, please, please don’t let Mrs. Cho be dead.

  “Valentine,” Jones shouted, glancing at us. “Take her to Level Nine. And contact the rest of the Brotherhood.”

  “Yes, sir,” Valentine said, carrying me out of the downpour and into the lobby.

  “Wh-what’s on Level Nine?” I stuttered out, and he gave me a comforting smile.

  “Just a sort of conference floor. Mr. Jones wants to make sure he talks to you about what happened before you forget. That happens a lot when people go through scary things. Amnesia, you know.”

  I nodded, biting my lip as we climbed onto the elevator. Next thing I knew, we were standing on a floor that looked more like a prison than a conference room. The floor was dark concrete, and each room had a heavy metal door with a scary looking lock—on the outside of the door. There were long windows on either side of the doors, looking into rooms with—God help me—drains in the floor. Drains in floors were rarely a good sign. Either someone was raising livestock in the building or bad things happened up here.

  Val carried me into one of the rooms and set me gently into a chair.

  “Everything’s going to be fine,” he said soothingly. “I’m going to go see what’s happening and then I’ll be right back, okay?”

  I nodded, wincing as he stepped out and shut the door behind him with a click. I was locked in. I glanced around, trying to see which way he was going, only to find that the windows I’d seen didn’t exist. All I saw was myself.

  The rooms had one way glass.

  This wasn’t a conference floor at all. This was an interrogation room.

  - rex -

  I raced down the stairs toward the main lobby, knowing better than to bother with the elevators during an emergency. I could run faster than those elevators could chug along, especially when Mason’s life was at risk. Tyche’s Level Two Emergency Lockdown had them in shutdown mode, anyway.

  “Move it,” I snapped, shoving aside a vaguely familiar looking woman in a lab coat making her way up the stairs with a hotdog in one hand and her smartphone in the other. Probably worked on my floor. Try and exercise your 'dog off another time, bitch.

  I burst out into the ground floor lobby, gasping, a hand clutched to my heart—just in time to see Valentine disappear into an elevator with a terrified but unharmed Mason in his arms.

  I said a prayer of thanks, knowing that my heart couldn’t have taken losing Mason, metaphorically or physically.

  Outside the building, paramedics were loading someone into the back of an ambulance, and I crossed my fingers that it was one of the bastards who tried to take Mason. I knew it was their intent, because exactly forty-five seconds before the alert came over the security coms, I received a phone call informing me that they were taking her. I’d activated the Level Two Lockdown and headed down the stairs before they could even finish the ransom demand, ready to put bullets in all their heads if they laid a finger on my girl.

  Jones entered the building, blood smeared all over his hands and chest. I slapped a hand over my mouth and took steadying breaths. This was no time to panic.

  “Who’s down?” I asked, trying to sound in control.

  “Agent Cho,” he replied, moving swiftly toward me. He yanked off his over shirt, using it to clean his face and hands, then tossed it onto the floor. “She’s in critical, but I’m fairly certain the bullet missed her heart.” He paused. “Barely.”

  “Thank God,” I muttered.

  “I sent Mason to Level Nine,” he stated, heading toward the stairs. Hopefully Val would unlock the elevators for us soon, because my heart was feeling stressed. I really shouldn’t be climbing stairs right now, but I had to see Mason. I had to make sure she was okay.

  “Is Mason alright?” I asked, and Jones frowned.

  “She’s fine. Rex, we need to end this now. Get as much information as we can from her and begin actively searching for whoever is behind these incidents.”

  “Did Val tell you about the folder I found?” I asked, and Jones nodded.

  “Yeah, the Magic Genie or whatever.”

  “3wishes,” I corrected, shrugging when he shot me a look. “What? You call yourself ‘Mr. Jones.’”

  “That’s my name,” he snapped, and I rolled my eyes. Talk about splitting hairs.

  “I really don’t think we need to resort to interrogation techniques,” I said as we climbed the stairs.
“Which, by the way, is my polite way of saying there’s no way in hell that I’m letting you interrogate my woman.”

  Jones shot me a look. “We need to know what she knows. I can make sure that happens.”

  “You are not breaking her legs,” I snapped.

  “I told you, that was a joke,” he snapped back. “I swear, I won’t lay a hand on her. Just give me ten minutes, okay? That’s all I need, and she’ll spill everything. You just have to promise not to interfere for those ten minutes.”

  He pushed open the door, stepping onto Level Nine, and I followed, stomach twisting at the way Mason was sitting in her chair inside the interrogation room, knees pulled to her chest and wet curls hanging in her face.

  “Can’t someone get her a towel?” I snapped, glaring at Sonny, who was leaning againt the opposite wall, flipping through security video on a touchscreen pad. Valentine was nowhere to be seen, which probably meant he was in the server room, playing with Tyche.

  “Sonny, get her a towel, would you? And something warm to drink,” Jones said, and Sonny nodded, walking off and leaving us behind.

  “Seriously, Rex,” Jones said softly. “I’m going to fuck with her head a little, but I swear, I won’t hurt her. Give me ten minutes. That’s all I need.” He paused. “These bastards… they targeted your brother. They targeted the girl you obviously love.” I flinched at the word but didn’t deny it. “Let me stop them.”

  I stared at him for a long moment, then gave a sharp nod. “Fine. Ten minutes. That’s all. I won’t come in.”

  Unless she started crying. Then all bets were off.

  “Deal,” Jones said, extending his hand.

  I eyed it suspiciously for a moment then shrugged, reaching out. “Deal.”

  I yelped as my arm was twisted around, forcing my body to turn. My larger bulk was pulled back against Jones’ then dropped into a lovely cocksucking position when his boot kicked the backs of my knees in. His arm wrapped around my neck, and I began to choke as my airway was closed off.