Entrapped: A Billionaire Romance (The ROGUES Series Book 3)

by Tracie Delaney

  “My grandmother did not say she’d cut off your man bits.”

  He snickered. “She didn’t use those exact words, no, but her intention was clear.”

  “Well then, you’d better pay attention. Grams isn’t in the business of making idle threats.”

  He reached for my hand and drew it to his lips where he pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles, his hot gaze on me. “I intend to.”

  Goose bumps skittered down my arms, and my insides twisted violently. “Can I ask you something?”

  He nodded. “Sure.”

  “Why did you fabricate a job offer when you already had what you wanted the second I signed the sale agreement for my ballet studio?”

  He inclined his head, his eyes searching my face. “Who said it’s a fabricated job?”

  I snorted. “Come on. So far you’ve had me scan documents into a computer and negotiate with a paper pusher from the council, both of which countless other people could have done equally well.”

  “I disagree,” he said, offering up a lopsided smile. “You had that idiot in the palm of your hand in five seconds. Your approach bore far greater dividends than my idea to throttle the fucker would have done.”

  “Garen,” I said, a warning note to my voice. “Don’t do this.”

  He nonchalantly rubbed his fingertips over his mouth, but the tic in his jaw gave him away. “Okay, I’ll level with you. As soon as you agreed to sell the studio, there was no reason for our paths to cross ever again. I didn’t want that.”

  “Why?” I wanted answers that would reveal a little of himself to me. Garen kept his cards very close to his chest, and I wanted to see how much he was willing to share.

  “I have no idea,” he said. “What I do know is that the impulse to stop you walking out of my life urged me to act.” He raised his left shoulder. “This way we both acquired something out of the deal. You got to help your brother, and I… got you.”

  I couldn’t help smiling. “You’re a walking contradiction. One minute, cruel and mean, then the next thoughtful and agreeable.”

  His lips twisted to one side. “I still expect you to work for me, Catriona. Don’t be fooled into thinking you’ve gotten off scot-free. There’s a debt to be paid, and you will pay it, one way or another.”

  I cracked a smile. “And there he is. The asshole is back.”

  Garen paused for a beat, and then he threw back his head and laughed. “And don’t you forget it.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

  He slid his tongue along the underside of his top teeth, his eyes roving over my face, then slipping south to linger on my cleavage.

  “I should punish you for insolence.”

  Embers of desire flickered in my abdomen, and I clenched my thighs together to relieve the growing ache in my core. “I wouldn’t if I were you. I have my grandmother’s fiery spirit.”

  He edged closer to me until his lips were a mere breath from my own and slid his hand to the nape of my neck. “And that’s what turns me on.”

  He took my mouth in a soft, exploratory, unhurried manner, tasting me and allowing me to taste him. Our tongues touched, and like a firework going off, the tightly contained passion between us exploded. He caressed my breast, and a jolt of electricity fired through me, and when his thumb brushed over my elongated nipple, I let out a moan and arched my back, demanding more.

  “I knew your tits would fit my hand perfectly,” he murmured, dropping featherlike kisses over my jaw, down my neck, heading toward my cleavage. He separated the two pieces of my dress and tugged down the lace cup of my bra. He drew my nipple between his teeth and I cried out, then clasped a hand over my mouth, remembering where we were. The privacy screen might be activated, but I doubted it was soundproof.

  “Make as much noise as you like. It’s soundproof,” Garen said as if he’d read my mind. “In fact, I insist upon it. By the end of the night, I guarantee you’ll scream my name loud enough to shake snow from the tops of the mountains.”

  “Arrogant men are a turnoff,” I retorted, gasping when he pushed my breasts together and sucked on both nipples at the same time. “Fuuuck.”

  “How easily I expose your lies, Catriona.” He nuzzled my skin and burrowed his hand beneath my dress, applying pressure to my inner thighs until I opened them. Easing my panties to the side, he glided one finger inside me. “Christ, you’re wet. Look what I do to you, mon petit chaton. Do you have any idea how hard that makes me?”

  “Garen,” I begged, thrusting my pelvis upward, desperate for more.

  He pressed his thumb to my clit, moving it in slow, lazy circles, and inserted a second finger into my channel while using his lips and his tongue on my nipples. He grazed his nails along the front wall of my vagina, and I nearly shot through the roof. I’m close. So close. But as my body crested, he stopped.

  I tilted my pelvis, urging him on. “I’m almost there.”

  He drew back, licked his fingers, and grinned at me wickedly. “I know.”

  “Then why have you stopped?”

  “I want you on the edge while we eat dinner. I want you right there, desperate for release, but unable to come without me making it happen.”

  I widened my eyes, stunned at the harsh treatment. “Why would you do that?”

  He waggled his eyebrows. “Because it’s fun.”

  “For who?” I cried, frustration making me overreact. I hadn’t felt a man’s touch in a long time, and to be so close to a much-needed orgasm, and then have it snatched away, had enraged me more than it should.

  “If you’re good, I’ll let you come on the way home.”

  “If I’m— You know what. Screw you. I can make myself come. I don’t need you.”

  In an act very unlike me—I wasn’t remotely the exhibitionist type—I shoved my hand into my panties.

  Garen grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “While I am far from averse to watching you masturbate, and I will definitely add it to the list of future enjoyable activities, it’s a no.”

  I expelled a sound that came out remarkably like a growl which only widened his grin.

  “If it makes you feel any better, this is as difficult for me as it is for you.”

  “Doubtful,” I groused, pouting.

  He took my hand and held it to his groin. Underneath lay a rod of steel, impressive girth, and a length that sent a shudder of anticipation racing through me. My fingers automatically flexed around him, and he groaned.

  “Hold that thought, Catriona. Tonight, I’m making you mine.”

  22

  Garen

  The scallops tasted like cardboard, the steak like rubber, and the panoramic view might as well not have existed. All I could think about was getting Catriona beneath me, of sliding my dick inside her wet folds, tasting her pussy, shoving my face between her tits and never leaving. It had been a mistake to start things up in the car, although denying her an orgasm was right up there with the most fun I’d had all month. The incensed expression on her face, tinged with a strong desire to kill me, had given me an erection I’d dream about for days to come. Hence, I’d had a semi all night.

  “It’s really lovely here,” Catriona remarked, pulling me from my internal thoughts. “That view is something else. Even though it’s dark now, I can still see the lights twinkling on the lake.”

  I reached for her hand, clasping it in mine. “Next time I’ll bring you for lunch so you can get the full experience,” I said, brushing my thumb over her knuckles.

  “Next time?”

  “You sound surprised? Surely you’ll want to see Aiden regularly.”

  “I do,” she said. “In fact, I wanted to talk to you about that. I’d like to come see him every two weeks if that’s possible.”

  “You can visit as often as you’d like,” I said. “As long as I’m not using the jet, it’s at your disposal.”

  She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin on the hand I wasn’t holding. “Why are you being so nice?”

  I
chuckled. “Would you prefer a cruel response? I can oblige if it would make you feel better.”

  She gave me one of her scolding looks, and my dick perked up, ready for action. Down, boy. Not yet.

  “What about the things you need me to do for you?”

  She licked her lips and lowered her gaze. If the table wasn’t in the way, her eyes would be right on my dick.

  Fuck me, she’s flirting.

  I released a soft groan. “We’ll work it out,” I said, my voice low and husky. Glancing around, I spotted our server and beckoned to him. “Check, please.”

  “What if I wanted dessert,” Catriona stated when he retreated.

  We both knew she wasn’t talking about key lime pie or Eton mess.

  I shifted in my chair, the movement causing my zipper to rub against my dick. “Don’t worry,” I rasped. “You’ll get dessert.”

  I scrawled my signature on the check and rose to my feet, snatching up Catriona’s hand. We weaved through the tables with my dick leading the way, or at least it would be if it wasn’t trapped against my stomach by my pants.

  My driver had parked right out front, and the second the door closed, encasing us inside the warm cabin, I pushed Catriona onto her back and straddled her. I pulled apart her dress—fuck me, wraparound dresses were the best invention ever—and buried my face between her tits.

  “Mmm, the perfect dessert.”

  She giggled and pushed down on the back of my head while arching her spine. I tugged down both lace cups, bunching them beneath the full, round globes. Flicking my tongue from one nipple to the other drove her crazy if her panting and soft moans were any indication.

  I sat back on my heels and glided my hands up her thighs. She gazed up at me, her eyes half closed and drowsy with desire. I hooked my thumbs into her panties and eased them down her legs.

  A wicked idea came to me. I grabbed her wrists, wrapped her panties around them, then hooked the makeshift tie through the door handle behind her head. I ran my gaze over her, dress shoved to the side, bra nestled beneath her tits, pussy bared to me, glistening with the evidence of her lust both from now and earlier.

  “I think you might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I ground out, delving my head between her legs. I swirled my tongue in a circle around her clit.

  She gasped, her hips writhing, driving forward in the hope of any kind of friction. “Please,” she moaned.

  “That’s it, petit chaton. Beg.”

  “Arrogant bas—ohhhhh.”

  I lapped inside her, cutting off her response, and floated my fingertips up her sides, reaching for her tits. I kneaded them, then pinched both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and tugged hard.

  “Jesus!”

  She exploded onto my tongue, her body jerking and shaking, her hips thrusting upward in a desperate attempt for more contact. The taste of her was better than the finest wine and the most expensive caviar. I could eat her all day, every day.

  I caged her with my body and kissed her, licking inside her mouth while rubbing my cock against her. Leaning over, I released her hands and gently rubbed her wrists. She fumbled for the button on my trousers, but I stopped her.

  “We’re at the house,” I said by way of explanation. I drew the two pieces of her dress together, then tucked her panties into my pocket. “No point putting these back on. You won’t need them tonight.”

  “What if Grams sees?” she asked, smoothing her hands over her hair which I’d thoroughly ruffled.

  “Unless you’re planning to do cartwheels down the hallway, I doubt she’ll know you’re panty-less,” I said, grinning.

  She slammed the heel of her palm against my shoulder. “Jerk.”

  I drew my teeth over her bottom lip. “I think you mean jerk off, which I plan to do all over your tits once I get you to my bedroom.”

  Shock rolled across her face, and then she laughed. “If your employees could hear you now.”

  I shrugged. “They’ve been gossiping about me for years. Nothing new there.”

  We snuck into the house like a couple of teenagers out past their curfew and sprinted up the stairs. Catriona and her family were staying in the east wing. My suite of rooms was in the west wing, and I turned that way now, striding down the hallway, edging on desperate to get her naked and beneath me as fast as possible.

  I opened the door to my bedroom and tugged her inside, then kicked the door closed with my foot. I crashed my mouth down on hers, yanking at the tie that held her dress together. Shoving the material off her shoulders, I allowed the dress to fall to the floor, then leaned into her, giving her no choice but to walk backward. Her knees hit the bed, and she toppled onto the mattress, giggling as she peered up at me from beneath her long eyelashes.

  I shrugged out of my jacket and, with my eyes on hers, unbuttoned my shirt. I tossed it on top of the growing pile of clothes, then went for the button on my pants. Removing them also, I stood at the foot of the bed in my boxer shorts, my dick hard and long, the head sticking out over the top of the boxers, a bead of moisture already gathered on the tip. I slid my underwear down my legs then stood there, heat flooding my body as Catriona ate me with her eyes, starting at my feet, lingering on my groin, licking her lips as her gaze moved over my abs, up to my chest, and finally finished on my face.

  “You, um, work out then,” she stated with another sweep of her tongue over lips that I couldn’t wait to have wrapped around my cock.

  I climbed on to the bed and straddled her hips. My dick bobbed, and I wrapped a hand around the base and tugged, once. A groan fell from my lips.

  “What do you taste like?” she whispered, her green irises sparkling as she focused on the pre-cum oozing from my slit.

  I shuffled forward until my knees were level with her shoulders. “Suck,” I said, pressing the head of my cock to her lips.

  She drew me inside her mouth, and my balls tightened. “Jesus. Oh fuck,” I ground out when she hollowed out her cheeks and took me to the back of her throat.

  She released me with a pop and shook her head.

  “This won’t do. I’m at the wrong angle. Let me up, Garen.”

  She shoved at me until I moved to the side. Grabbing a pillow, she dropped it on the floor beside the bed and knelt. “Come here, to the edge.”

  I wasn’t a man who would normally allow a woman to take the reins in the bedroom, or control what happened outside of the bedroom either, but there was something about the sight of Catriona kneeling in front of me, and the firm tone to her voice, laced with a command I had no intention of ignoring, that had me scrambling to obey.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Her smile lit me up from the inside, and not only because I was about to get a blow job which, let’s face it, every guy fucking loved. No, something else was going on here, something deeper and more meaningful.

  She wrapped her small hand around the base of my dick and licked me from base to tip, right along where a thick vein pumped blood to my shaft. I shuddered, then gasped when she closed her mouth over the crown and sucked.

  “Ah, shit.”

  I fisted the sheets as the head hit the back of her throat before she drew back and repeated the whole thing again.

  “Christ, where did you learn how to do this?” I groaned, a pointless question considering her mouth was full, rendering speech impossible. “Actually, forget I asked.” I didn’t want to know how she’d become so proficient in sucking cock. I feared practice yet hoped for instinct.

  I felt her grin and watched with fascination as she sucked me deep, her hand moving up and down my shaft with exactly the right amount of speed and pressure. My balls drew up, and I knew I was about three seconds away from orgasm.

  I gripped her hair and lifted her off me, then spurted all over her tits, exactly as I’d promised back in the car.

  “Fuck,” I bit out, pumping my shaft, my dick jerking, my balls emptying of my seed. My head lolled back, and my eyes closed as I absorbed the pleasure shuddering th
rough my body. When I opened them, I found Catriona still kneeling at my feet, white blobs of cum dripping between her breasts and onto the soft swell of her stomach. A weird feeling, a kind of pressure settled on my chest, and, on examination, I recognized it as pride. I was proud I’d marked her, that she was sitting there with my cum all over her.

  She smiled up at me. “You look hot when you orgasm.”

  I laughed and stood. “Stay there. I’ll get a cloth.”

  Turning on the faucet, I waited for the water to heat up, then reached for the stack of face towels and ran one underneath the warm water. After wringing it out, I returned to the bedroom and cleaned her up. I held out my hand and helped her to her feet, then reached into the nightstand and removed a box of condoms.

  “Get on the bed, Catriona. It’s my turn to be in control. Prepare yourself. You’re in for a long night.”

  23

  Catriona

  I shuffled up the bed, my eyes greedily skirting over Garen’s taut frame, watching with a growing sense of need as his muscles bunched and flexed with every movement. Despite having only just climaxed, his cock was already semi-hard. I reached for him only to find my wrists clamped together, held solidly in one of his.

  He canted his head. “Uh-uh, kitty cat. I already told you I’m in charge.”

  A shiver traveled the full length of my body, and I bit my lip, anticipating Garen’s next move. Keeping my hands imprisoned, he reached beside the bed and returned holding his discarded shirt. “Now, if we were at my home in Canada, I’d have more… weapons in my armory. As it is, this will have to do.”

  He swiftly tied each sleeve to my wrist then looped the two parts of the shirt around the headboard, leaving me securely bound and unable to move my arms. My stomach fluttered like the wings of a bird bashing against its confines, and I struggled to control my breathing.

  “What do you mean, weapons?”

  He grinned lasciviously. “When we return home, you’ll find out.”

  The soft tissue of my heart beat against my ribcage, and blood roared through my ears. Garen sat back on his heels and studied me, the tips of his lean fingers stroking his chin, considering. His gaze flicked over me, settling on the thatch of hair between my legs. A blush crept over my skin at his open appraisal of my most private area which, come on, Catriona, was ridiculous considering that not long ago, he’d had his mouth and his tongue in that exact place. The time for embarrassment had long since passed.