Two Weeks of Sin: A Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Rye Hart

  “You’re going to be a good girl now, huh?”

  But she shook her head. “Not if that’s what I get for being bad.”

  I pulled her into my lap and kissed her as we continued on our flight, and I knew that I’d already grown too close to her to back down now.

  CHAPTER TWELVE - CARRIE

  We’d had an amazing time on the plane and in Paris, and on the way back, I realized it felt like another date. Not only that, but as much as I’d hoped not to fall for him, I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t ever spent this kind of time with anyone before, and he was so easy to talk to. He’d even gotten a little rougher with me and that had made me feel like a woman, like I wasn’t some delicate little girl, even though he’d been scolding.

  We’d made it back in time to greet Nate when he arrived two hours after our return, and though I wished we’d had that time alone, it was nice to see someone from home, as if I’d been in a fantasy and it had brought me back to reality.

  Chance had arranged for a late dinner, and I was starving, so we sat down to dine in the large dining hall. The intimate table in the kitchen had been a small bistro style set with two chairs, but this was a massive table that stretched at least twenty feet across the room with chairs that were so large I could barely pull mine forward. Chance had helped me, and as he pushed me forward, Nate had given us a strange look.

  “You two seem to be getting along. Are you enjoying your time here, Carrie?” He glanced at Chance who gave him what seemed like a warning glare, and I shifted uncomfortably in my cushioned seat.

  “Yes, it’s been a wonderful time, actually.”

  He grinned at his friend and Chance quickly filled the silence with conversation. “We’ve spent some time in the gallery across the way. Carrie is an artist, and I told her about my mother.” That seemed to surprise Nate, but he kept his mouth busy with food instead of more chatter, at least until the silence stretched on too long for his comfort.

  “So, about that but of business,” Nate said, but Chance held up his hand to cut him off.

  “Not now. We’ll talk after I’ve enjoyed my dinner.”

  “Yes, sir.” Nate’s sarcastic tone earned an ugly look from Chance, and after a moment the tension in the room grew too heavy for me.

  “May I be excused?” I realized I’d asked for permission and wished I could kick my own ass.

  Chance smiled up at Nate who looked equally amused. “Of course,” said Chance who pushed back his chair and helped me out of the confines of mine. I got to my feet and he leaned close, his mouth next to my ear. “That’s going to cost you,” he whispered roughly.

  I nodded almost imperceptibly, a jolt speeding right to my core, and hurried out to leave the two free to talk business. I wandered the house, my curiosity getting the best of me. I thought back to my “punishment” on the plane, and was almost glad I’d broken another rule at dinner. The more I thought about what the consequences might be, the wetter I became.

  I studied the paintings in the rest of the house and found the library. I studied the painting of the young boy who I would have sworn was Chance as a child playing in the rain and splashing in a puddle. I sat on the comfortable lounger and flipped through an old entomology book. I had always loved insects and thought they were fascinating creatures. I was nearly asleep when two voices from a room nearby roused me. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but something caught my ear.

  “The other women you’ve brought here surely didn’t get that kind of treatment and most left wanting more. You’re treading on dangerous grounds with that one.” It was Nate’s voice.

  “It’ll be fine. I’m prepared to follow the contract if that’s what she wants, but I can’t help it, it’s different. She was a virgin, Nate. What kind of monster would I be if I treated her like all the rest.”

  My heart started to race and my stomach turned at the words. Of course, I’d known there’d been others, I wasn’t stupid. Or maybe I was. I’d let myself forget what this was; forget that I wasn’t special. I was just one in a long line.

  “I’m just saying, you’ve got a good thing going. Why fuck it up? Because you feel guilty you popped her cherry? You’re swimming in pussy, my friend, is it worth the trade off?”

  “I’m not fucking anything up.” Chance’s tone assured me that I was nothing more to him than a piece of ass. I realized I was trapped in the room and the one I’d heard them in, the office, was my only way out. I took a deep breath and hurried out, the entomology book still tight in my grasp as I stormed past them.

  “Fuck, do you think she heard?” Nate’s voice carried down the hall, and as I rounded the corner, Chance called after me.

  “Carrie! Fuck!” he yelled behind me.

  I didn’t stop. I hurried up the stairs leaving them to tend to business or plan his next fucking tryst. I had to sit tight for another few days, and then I would be free with a $100,000 and a tough lesson learned. I didn’t even want to see him. If it hadn’t been for the airfare, I would have left immediately, but I’d be damned if I let him cost me a dime.

  I decided to call Rick and arrange another call home.

  Twenty minutes later I was on with Lindy, unsure if what we were saying was being recorded. I decided I didn’t care. I needed to tell her what was going on. If Nate could know things, then so could my best friend.

  “Are you okay?” Lindy’s voice made me feel even further from home.

  “No, I should’ve listened to you.”

  The sound of her breath hit the phone as she sighed. “I know it’s bad when you think listening to me was a better option, and I won’t make it worse by saying I told you so.”

  “You just did.”

  “Yeah, I guess I did.”

  “His friend showed up today because of some business situation, and I overheard them talking. The dickhead actually said Chance was “swimming in pussy.” I feel sick, Lindy. I was actually starting to think I was special. Oh my God, I’m so stupid,” I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.

  “Oh honey,” was all she could say, her voice full of sympathy.

  “Once I’m home, the money will be in my account. I think I’ll go somewhere else. Maybe sell the house as is and move Dad and I somewhere else. I feel like I need a fresh start.”

  “Sure, I get it. I’ll meet you at the airport when you get back.”

  “Thanks, Lindy. I knew I could count on you.” The tears ran down my cheeks, and I wiped them away angrily. No, I would not cry over him. I would lay back, spread my legs, and earn my money—like all the others. I tried not to vomit as I thought about it.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN - CHANCE

  I wasn’t sure how much she’d heard or where her mind was at, but as soon as I was about to go after her, the phone rang. I threw it to Nate on my way out, but he stopped me at the door.

  “You’ve got to take this.” I turned to see his narrowed eyes and pinched brows.

  I took the phone and saw who was calling. It was no joke. It was our largest investor. “You don’t think that they’ve found out about the environmental claims too?” Now the top three of our investors had taken issue. This problem wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

  “You better answer that and find out.”

  I was the only one who ever handled this particular company, so I swiped at my phone’s screen and walked to the corner of the room to take the call.

  “Hey, Peter.” Peter Proctor was not an easy-going guy. The old man was so uptight that I expected him to stroke out at any given time. He had a reputation as a hard hitter and someone who dropped clients quicker than a Tyson left hook. When he said jump, you either asked how high or looked for a cliff.

  “I want to see you, and I want to discuss this new location. I’ll have my environmental group inspect it and depending on my findings, I’m either in or out,” he barked into the phone. So far for making small talk.

  “I can arrange something next week—”

  “Next week? Are you shitting me, boy?” Peter
’s voice was so loud I could hold the phone away and hear every word. The fact that we were two seconds into the call and he had already called me boy, was a good sign that I was in trouble. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

  “I’m in Ireland.” I left him to do the math.

  “Then I’ll see you the day after!” The phone went dead, and I walked back to the desk where I’d sat with Nate and plopped down in my chair.

  “So, that didn’t go well.”

  “Did he say he’d meet us in New York?” He had overheard the loud man’s voice across the room.

  “Yeah, we leave tomorrow.” I raked my hand through my hair and downed my drink. “I’ve got to go talk to Carrie.”

  “Good luck. She’ll be shitty company on the way home.” He let out a breath and got to his feet.

  “I’m not taking her with us. I’ll do a turnaround and finish out the last few days with her.” I would go upstairs and talk to her and break the news. But first I’d have to explain to her what she overheard. I was sure she’d caught on that I had feelings for her, and it was obvious that wasn’t what she’d signed up for.

  I headed upstairs and found her in bed. She rolled over as I approached, and I sat at the foot of the bed and let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

  “No, it’s not. I’m tired.”

  “I came to tell you that I have to roll out in the morning. I wish I could stay, and I won’t be gone long, but I have a meeting in New York. I’ll have the staff look out for you, and I’ll be back before it’s time for you to leave.” I reached out and touched her leg, and she didn’t respond.

  “Whatever. It’s not like the contract assures you stay here. So, go.” Her tone was sharp, and she turned her eyes back to the wall.

  Something inside me shifted, the alpha asshole stepping in, the rejection more than I could handle. “I don’t think I like your attitude.” I was struggling to keep some sort of a hold on her, unable to let her go just yet. I said the only thing that I could think of. “Let me remind you that you’re still under contract.”

  “I’m aware. I’m not refusing.” She gave me a narrowed glare around her shoulder. “Far be it from me to be uncooperative. It’s just sex, right?”

  My heart thudded in my chest. So, she’d heard. Fuck. But that meant she’d heard about my feelings too. Obviously, she didn’t reciprocate. Now I was angry. “I’ve had enough of the tone, point made.” I would show her what it’s like to just have sex. To be used and uncared for. I cleared my throat. “Get to your feet.”

  She glanced over her shoulder, and I could tell that my tone had shocked her. I’d deliberately made my voice harsh. She sat up slowly and stood beside the bed, so I moved on her quickly, and she held her arms up protectively as I got in her face and looked down at her with a snarl. “So, it’s just sex? If that’s how you want it then far be it from me to give you more. Get on your knees.”

  She lifted her chin defiantly. “Yes, sir.” She knelt and glared up at me with hate in her eyes. They burned through me, and I knew something had shifted between us, and I hated it. She reached for my pants and unzipped them, and then wasted no time taking my cock out. She licked her hand and then gripped my cock tight, working it from my head to the base and back.

  “Suck it,” I growled.

  She stuck out her tongue and licked me from my balls to the rim of my head, and then she popped it into her mouth, sucking so hard I grit my teeth. Then she relaxed her throat and took me deeper.

  I thrust my hips and held the top of her head. I pushed my throbbing shaft into her throat and worked my hips, feeling my head pop in and out of her tonsils. She put up a brave front and took what I had to dish out with little gagging, so I pulled out and jerked her up by her arm. I was still gentler than I had been with anyone else, because in reality I didn’t want to hurt her. I was already in way over my head and deeper than she wanted me to be.

  “You want me to fuck you hard? That’s what you want, huh? Tell me. Tell me it’s just sex.” I pushed her back on the bed, and she nodded.

  “Yes, Chance. Fuck me hard.” She rolled over and put her ass up in the air, and I growled. She looked over her shoulder at me and I saw contempt in her eyes. But wait, there was something else too. It was buried deep, but it was there. She was excited.

  “You want something in that tight hole?” I asked.

  “That’s all you have left to take. Take it; you’ve more than paid for your whore.”

  Hearing her regard herself as my whore was a total turn on, but there was something to the edge of her voice. I played it safe.

  I gripped her hair, which she had tied up into a ponytail and wound my hand in it. I centered my cock at her sopping wet pussy and thrust inside her hard. She screamed out and I thrust harder, fucking her so hard that her tits slapped together. I reached around and rubbed her slick little mound, listening to her whimper through her pleasure as she clenched on my cock. “Mm. Come on my cock, Carrie. Soak me with that juicy pussy,” I said, slapping her ass and leaving a pink streak on one perfect cheek.

  Her body collapsed beneath me, her entire front, face-planting into the bed as she weakened. The pleasure on her face was so intense as she turned her head to the side with her little ass still in the air for me to pound that pussy, I knew I had to lighten up on her. She’d wanted to play rough, but I cared too much not to be tender. I slowed my pace and pulled her up so I could lay behind her. I gathered her close and slipped my cock back into her soaked channel, and I kissed her neck and held her, wanting nothing more than to stay like that forever. If only she’d wanted the same.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN - CARRIE

  I couldn’t believe how rough he was being and how much I liked it. I had not only fallen for him, but I’d turned into the wanton whore he wanted me to be. Just like all the others.

  I hated that it felt so good, that sex with him was something I’d miss, but I couldn’t afford to back out of my contract. At least I got the full experience from him, and I figured by the time I left, he’d take my ass too.

  I had thought he had the best intentions with me, considering how he’d been, but now I realized that he saw me as less, some inexperienced little girl and not up to the same standards as the others. So, what if I didn’t have experience? I had wanted so badly to show him that it didn’t matter but I’d ended up running out of energy. He had me down on the bed curled in a whimpering ball as he ground his cock into me from behind. It felt amazing, and I wanted to close my eyes and imagine us that way forever. But I knew it was not meant to be. When I’d thought that I was some special choice, that this was something he was trying because he found normal relationships boring or a threat, I had been okay with it. But knowing I was one of many, just another hole to use, bought and paid for, I felt cheap. Not special. Not chosen.

  “Does it feel good, angel?” The words at my shoulder brought tears to my eyes and anger through my veins as my blood pumped faster.

  I controlled my temper. “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry I have to go away. I know it doesn’t matter much to you now, but I really wanted us to have more time.” I considered what he was saying. More time? To do what? Pretend we were a couple, to take me on shopping trips and buy me things so he could make me think he cared? I wanted to knee him in the dick, but I was too busy enjoying the feel of it working me close to another release. I was glad my back was to him. I didn’t want him to know how much I liked it. But then another orgasm came, causing me to hiccup a sound of pleasure and to tighten around him, trembling with my release.

  “Mm. I love the way you milk it. You’re still so tight. I want to come inside you.”

  I wanted him to. I loved the way it felt and somehow knowing he was leaving a part of himself behind had meant something to me before. Now it seemed like too much, too personal.

  “Please, don’t.” I was shocked as the words fell from my lips without thinking.

  “Where do you want it?�
� He kissed my ear and chills went down my neck and shoulder all the way to my hip.

  I didn’t know what to say. I was near tears and angry that he was about to leave me all alone in his stupid castle with no one but staff, who were damned near invisible. “I don’t care, but not inside me.” My voice broke as tears spilled down my cheeks and he stilled behind me.

  “Carrie?” He pulled away and tried to roll me toward him, but I fought against him with my eyes closed tight. I didn’t want to look at him; I didn’t want to see his face ever again.

  I wished I could open my eyes and be back in Nebraska, and that this had all been a terrible dream. But there was no such magic here.

  “Look at me, Carrie. Talk to me.”

  “Why, do your other women talk to you, cry for you?” I didn’t want to be like all the rest. “I thought you wanted this.” He pressed his lips against my shoulder and held me. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

  “How many women have you brought here?”

  “Carrie…” he started, his voice cautious.

  “Tell me, Chance. I’m one of how many? Dozens? I mean, because you’re ‘swimming in pussy’ right?” I couldn’t help myself.

  He took a deep breath behind me. “So, you did overhear?” he said quietly.

  “It’s not like you two were being quiet,” I answered.

  “Then you heard me say that I you were different,” he said, turning me to face him.