Blackmailed by the Billionaire Brothers: The Complete Series

by Sylvia Banks

  It felt good at first. Then I caught on to his unbearable teasing. That self-satisfied smirk gave him away. He wiggled his cock back and forth, dipping in—but not enough, tempting me, building the anticipation. It was a guessing game of when he’d push in, mocking me with his hips.

  “Tease.” I rolled my hips around trying to entice him to let me go.

  His smile reached to his suggestive eyes. He shallow pumped so only the tip of his cock entered inside me. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Even if he didn’t show it in his expression the physical exertion and sexual control took a toll on him.

  “You’re not going to last,” I said. I relaxed and let him have all my weight. My legs, already doing the splits started cramping up, but all of that didn’t matter.

  “Such a talented assistant,” Warren said. “Always prepared and flexible.” He thrust inside me before I could say anything. My retort turned into a gasp. He wrapped me in his arms and helped lift me up with those steel bands for limbs around my middle. His hips rose up causing me to be lifted up over the chair arms. While Warren tried to make me ceiling bound, he squeezed the air out of my lungs. But when I slammed down I groaned with my remaining breath. Between being squeezed to death and falling into ecstasy I could scarcely get any air.

  His lips touched my collar bone set my skin on fire. Rocking his hips Warren filled me till his length hit bottom. My liquid lust oozed down his shaft and spurred my hunger for his cock. I loved taking in his body. His strong, desperate pounding conveyed a loneliness only I could chase away. Warren laid his head back and closed his eyes.

  Never reducing the pace he exposed his neck and more importantly, his face. Expressions of ecstasy crossed his majestic features. His look of satisfaction gave me a power I’d never known. My insides roared in triumph. He was letting his guard down and showing me another side to him that was all mine. It made me drunk watching his lips part, his hardened face fall away and become captivated while I danced on top of him.

  While he drove into me from the bottom, I rocked my hips controlling our collision. I wanted him to have bruises after this and never forget this time we had. Acknowledging my selfish desire to leave a physical mark on him I dropped towards him harder.

  I clenched my inner walls at his cry of elation. He panted under me and his eyes slit open enough for me to see his lost-in-desire gaze. Each of Warren’s moans begged me for more. It made me feel like a sexual goddess. When his eyes became unfocused I knew he’d be at his limit soon. But I wasn’t ready to let him finish. Not yet.

  I grabbed his shirt and growled, “You think you’re done, pussycat?”

  He snapped to focus and grit his teeth. He leaped out of his chair, putting my back on his desk and started slamming into me.

  “Is this better?” He growled.

  His response was the best I could ever want. Full of passion. Proving he wouldn’t let me down. Embarrassing sounds of wetness filled the room. The scent of sex filled the air. It was my turn to scream in ecstasy. Pinning me to the desk, having a hard surface to grind against Warren didn’t let up. He seemed determined to create a groove on his desk from our session.

  Our hips crashed into each other again and again each time sending my thoughts into an abyss of sensation.

  “Harder!” I screamed. Even as he was going at a furious pace and slamming me so hard it hurt I wanted more. I was being pushed higher and higher on the desk. Soon I’d fall off the other side if he kept this up. I looked into his savage gaze. He was no longer the tame receiver like he was when we were on the chair. At my spurring he transformed into a tiger. But the nothingness, not having a single thought, surrendering to something that couldn’t be just pleasure or just pain, created a sensation that made my body numb and my mind travel back to a place before rationality. It was raw instinct.

  The connection of our bodies, the intensity with which he drove into me all became a jumble of mindlessness. As he drove, he placed his hands against the outside of my hips so I wouldn’t slide off the desk. His arms encased me and each time he drove me into his strong forearms holding me in place. Each stroke delivered euphoria. I thought he was filling me with pleasure to the point I would go insane. My body broke into pieces every time he drove in. He buried himself to the hilt. There was no more ecstasy I could hold—so I thought. But each delivery of his cock, each time he filled me to capacity, the more I held the pleasure beyond what my mind could hold.

  I feared I would never return to the real world. That I’d be in this place of desires and never be able to come back. Or perhaps I hoped I’d never come back. I floated higher with no ceiling. Trapped in the clutches of euphoria I didn’t care. I wanted to be here forever.

  My heart beat faster, I had no control over my screams of pleasure, nor had I control over my body spasms. My orgasm ripped out of me. Or more like Warren pulled it from me and used it to fuel his maddening pace.

  I lay on his desk, spent and limp. He either didn’t notice or care. Warren kept going, pumping away as if I hadn’t just experienced my own ecstasy. He worked me over, going at it without mercy, and probably without his usual cool rationality. If he experienced anything like what I’d just experienced, I didn’t blame him.

  He grunted and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. I’d remember this feeling and his face for the rest of my life. Warren’s hips powered on as his cock slid into my orgasm. The resistance from my inner walls was non-existent and droplets oozed down my backside. He brought my legs up and I clamped my calves around his shoulders. His half-lidded eyes, lost of their usual sharpness, gazed at me in wanton lust. I’d done that to him—made him forget who he was, where he was and what he was doing. This was our moment and he held all control.

  I watched as he plunged again. Ecstasy spread across his face. Small twitches in his expression brought me a different kind of pleasure. I was satisfying him. He’d needed this for a long time. That feeling rose in my gut and grabbed me like I’d never left. I started panting, writhing. This time the pleasure spiked and seared me. My inner walls throbbed. I wasn’t sure if I’d survive one more peak but his cock brought me a sharper pleasure. Bliss made me helpless to the rise of another orgasm. This one threatened to destroy me.

  I couldn’t hold onto the here and now. All I could do was feel every stroke of his cock diving in, filling me, hitting my back wall, and then the isolation of his absence. Only to rejoice in his submergence inside me sending me higher yet again. I abandoned the hope of surviving and sunk into the warm embrace of sharp pleasure throwing me into a mindless and helpless surrender.

  I had no other choice but to be included in his rampage of desire. He’d needed this so badly he’d gone rabid. But to provoke such a reaction injected triumph into my soul. I let my cries be the outlet of our intense coupling. It was an experience I wouldn’t forget.

  Warren let out one last cry and stilled. Inside I felt his cock gushing out in a powerful orgasm. My knees rested on my chest as he slumped in exhaustion.

  “Oh fuck,” he said. Warren arched his back, pushing inside me more. His cock still twitched inside of me and after each one he groaned and sank further down, laying his head on my shoulder. His weight was starting to become uncomfortable. It didn’t matter. How could I resist this man who’d let me see this raw side of him. Warren wasn’t the type of guy to give his smiles away so easily. Seeing him like this made my heart melt. He felt human.

  He lifted up, just enough so I wouldn’t be crushed. Honestly it still felt like I was being sandwiched between a desk and a wall but I didn’t mind. I was willing to bet he hadn’t relaxed like this for a long time. Now was not a good time to bring up my newfound opportunity and my leaving. It would have to be done delicately. Now that I thought about it, I might be doing something really cruel. The relief I saw in his eyes when I answered if I liked my job and if I would stay seemed to have a more in-depth meaning. Did he see this as more than sex? No way. Not possible. Still, now was not a good time to spring my newfound oppo
rtunity to pursue my dream.

  Chapter 12

  When I hauled my aching self to my desk a hand written sticky note read, come see me – bouncy loudmouth. Urgh. The epic battle of brothers wasn’t over. I didn’t care except for the part where they couldn’t leave me out of it. They were obnoxious but discreet so I gingerly walked to the bathroom, checked to make sure I was presentable in the mirror and went to the HR department.

  Even after the depletion of all my muscle strength for the day my nerves exploded. The kind of anxiety I got when going for an interview. I stood in front of Ellis’s door and took a huge breath. Going from the ultimate high to the low of anxiousness gave me emotional whiplash.

  I opened the door before I could think and walked in. Ellis sat behind his desk with an unusual stoic expression. He looked like Warren’s brother more than ever. I’d thought about what I wanted to say before I got down here but the words seemed to jumble into one sentence.

  “Before you say anything I want to tell you that you have nothing to worry about, I’m not trying to get money or anything and besides I’m going back to Boston because I’m going to take over my cousin’s bakery.”

  I must have looked like a crazy redhead. I’d just gotten right to the point without really knowing what Ellis would say. He seemed to be taking my words in but he remained sitting, hands folded with his best boardroom battle face. Still the silence was killing me.

  “…er, if it’s about…”

  “Ms. Renzi,” Ellis said. He’d never said my last name. Not even in our interview. “If that’s true then I’d like for you to look this over and sign it.” He pushed a manila packet towards me.

  I took the eight-by-ten envelope, opened it and pulled out a small stack of paper. The packet was all legalese. An NDA, an employee exit pack, a letter of resignation and a very generous severance pay for my trouble. Health insurance and enough money to get me out of the mountain of debt I acquired from schooling was more than tempting.

  I really didn’t have anything to lose. But Warren’s unguarded expression came to mind. From everything you’ve said, it seems you want to stay. His words rang in my mind. There was a hopeful spark in his eyes as he said it too. But the bakery was my dream. One that I’d lived with for a long time. Finally it seemed my dreams were becoming reality.

  “It says here you want me to leave immediately,” I looked up at Ellis. My boss relaxed into his chair with less intensity and more concern.

  “Yes, it’s for the best.”

  So no two week notice. I’d make a clean break with Warren. It was cold turkey, but it might be for the best. He didn’t seem the type that wanted long goodbyes. He might be hurt, but he’d get over it.

  “And what about the tape?”

  “That’s already been dealt with. I’ve destroyed the original and the copy.” Ellis looked me in the eye. “I promise no matter what I won’t let that kind of thing happen to you.”

  I nodded. He was serious. Ellis was the type of guy that wouldn’t put people in a bad situation. Especially a woman. “Do you have a pen?” I said.

  Ellis slid a Bic my way and I signed on the dotted line. I sat in his office while he went out and made copies, write a cheque and gave me the whole thing in a clean and tidy manila folder.

  “The front desk has your personal belongings ready,” Ellis said, giving me his last hug goodbye. “If there is anything else you need from your desk I’ll get it for you.”

  He must really want me never to see Warren again. I’d had thought I could say goodbye to my friends at work but I guess not. All was not lost. I had their phone numbers. Going off like this so sudden was an easy explanation. I’d tell them I had to go back to Boston and take over the bakery and needed all the time I could get.

  “Thank you, Ellis.”

  My walk out was uneventful but I turned back and looked at the top floor when I got outside the building. Even as harsh as Warren could be, I’d miss him. But a new era for me began and it was no time to think about men. Even if they were a perfect manly specimen. Looked like the mystery of Warren wouldn’t be revealed by me.

  Chapter 13

  “Fabulous Fancies, how can I help you?” My assistant, Wanda, said through the phone. I always had her answer in case mom tried to call the bakery. Wanda knew that if mom asked for me it was always, sorry she’s with a customer right now. That stopped the useless chatter, but that meant mom came by the store in person. She’d learned the rush hour times and sometimes helped, but mostly she was a distraction. Which is why Wanda was my mother interceptor.

  The three months that Phil worked with me went by fast. He was able to fade out and retire without any problems. I couldn’t have gotten through the exchange of ownership without him though.

  Wanda scratched on an order form and continued with the call. “Okay, your name? Okay, we’ll be sure to deliver. Thanks Warren.”

  My heart stopped. Damn. Even since the time I walked out my job at BankTrost I couldn’t stop thinking about Warren. He was an ever presence in my mind and a pinch in my heart throbbed whenever I heard the name.

  Of course the Warren that Wanda took an order from was not my Warren. It was some other guy. Warren was in Illinois and I was in Boston. It’d been six months now and I still couldn’t forget the intense green eyes, his firm mouth or the expression of abandon the last time I saw him.

  I pulled out a batch of dough from the freezer to thaw and dumped ingredients for its replacement in a mixer. The lunch rush would come in an hour and I had to be ready for the next batch. Everything was going smoothly, then mother walked in.

  She ran to the counter, frantic like she was on fire. “Fabiola, are you moving?”

  I gave my mom a double-take. “What? Where did you hear that?”

  My old Jewish mother raised her hand to point her finger of guilt in my direction. Great. A tirade before lunch. “My sista’s brother-in-law said you wanted to go back to Illinois.”

  I shook my head and twisted my torso so I could mead dough and talk. “Mom, first off, he’s your brother-in-law too.”

  She waved her hand as if to evade her brother-in-law’s existence. Mom was always picky about those who married into the family. I wondered what she’d think of Warren.

  “Second, what if I do want to go back to Illinois?” The words spilled out of my mouth. Sometimes my crazy surprised even me. Truth was, I’d never said I wanted to go back to Illinois it was just my mother getting her story twisted by the family telephone game. With my family, I could see how my conversation with my uncle-in-law about when I moved to Illinois could be construed as I was going back to Illinois.

  My mother’s lower lip quivered. “Is it for a man?”

  “What makes you think that?” Crap. My voice was too high and too fast.

  Mother gave me the squinty eye. She was on to me. “I want to meet him.”

  “Never mind that.” I handed mother a chocolate muffin. Hopefully that would distract her for now. Or at least stuff her mouth so she couldn’t talk. I didn’t want to talk about Warren. Ever since I left he circled my mind. It was no good. He was in another state and I had my dream here.

  Mother took the muffin and sniffed it as if my freshly made, warm baked good had been out for days.

  “Just eat it.” I said.

  She took a bite and her face brightened. I loved seeing that expression on people’s faces. Every day I made the muffins and every day she asked the same question. “You made that?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Actually, I had help from my cat.”

  “Smart aleck.” Mom shoved more of the muffin in her mouth. Mission accomplished. Peace and quiet for a record-holding fifteen seconds. When she was done I gave her a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

  “So who’s the guy?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There I said it with a cool tone. Nothing to see here.

  “Fabiola Renzi,” Mother said. Here it comes. “I’ve know you all your life, you can’t hide
from me. Who is he?”

  I expected a tirade, but mom shut her mouth. I was in shock. This never happened. Normally I’d pretend to listen while she threw words around but now she stared me in the face waiting for an answer. I tried to avoid by glancing around, pretending to work.

  “Uhh, no one, really,” I said.

  I heard a loud bang and I jumped around. Mom’s flat hand on the counter top next to the register didn’t budge. She’d thrown the Renzi battle gauntlet down. Even war paint couldn’t make her look any more terrifying. Come hell or high water she was going to find out about any and all my secrets trying to find the supposed man I liked. But really there was no supposed—I really did like Warren.

  “It won’t work out,” I said. Damn, I caved just like I always did with my mother.

  Her face softened and a matchmaking gleam rose in her eyes. “Well, why not?”

  This question always preceded the story about her Romeo and Juliet romance with dad. But, maybe if I told her the truth she wouldn’t be so eager to let me run out the door to go find my love like she did in her day.

  “It won’t work out because he’s in Illinois.”

  “So you ran away.”

  “What?”

  Mother’s angry glare drew out the guilt in my heart. I’d ditched Warren and didn’t even say goodbye. At the time I justified it. While I had fun with his blackmail I hadn’t thought much about feelings—his or mine. Since I’d left I’d thought wanting to know all the mysteries of Warren would fade. They hadn’t.

  “I didn’t run away. I ran towards my dream.”