Big Bad Alpha: A Billionaire Romance

by Tia Siren

  “No. It was a lovely evening, but I haven't.”

  When Marcus got to his room, he was sexually charged. He thought about watching a porno, but it wasn't the sight of any old female flesh he wanted. He wanted to see Tonya's beautiful body. The only option left to him was a lonely masturbation session in the shower. He imagined Tonya in a number of sex positions, coming time after time as he thrust into her. His orgasm came quickly but didn't satisfy his desire in any meaningful way.

  Tonya dreamed about winning enough money in the casino for her to pay off her debts. Just before she woke up, however, her dream turned to Marcus. When she woke, she was devastated to realize she was out of breath and her womanhood was aroused. No, she wasn't falling for him. It was just the excitement of wining money that had turned her on, she told herself.

  The next day, they played in the casino and then went for a walk along the strip. As they walked, they held hands.

  “What do you feel?” he asked.

  “In what way?”

  “About me. We've been holding hands for a while now.”

  She thought for a minute. “I like you, but you're still a blackmailer.”

  “I like you too. I'm sorry. I regret what I did to you. It wasn't gentlemanly of me at all. You don't have to be my girlfriend anymore. I'll give you the money as a gift.” It was a tactic that he hoped would work. If he politely rejected her, she would want him more, and before they had to go home she would open her legs for him.

  “Oh.” She didn't know what to say. When she thought about it, she was a little disappointed. She wanted to ask him if he didn't find her attractive or if she'd done something wrong. Why had he suddenly decided to tell her she didn't have to be his girlfriend? “I'd prefer to carry on as we agreed,” she said.

  “Well, I'm really sorry, but I've changed my mind. I'll write you a check when we get to Sandpoint. I'm so sorry to have messed around with you. I won't do it again.”

  He handed her an ice cream, which she didn't want now. He'd rejected her just as she was warming to him. Didn't he know it sometimes took a girl a while to develop feelings?

  They walked farther along the street. Tonya's mind was working overtime. Why had he stopped? Was she so bad? Was she falling for him? Then she heard herself say something that shocked her to the core.

  “Sex for all the money.”

  He stopped. “What?”

  “I will fuck you if you pay off all the debt.”

  She was a clever minx, he thought. She'd fallen for his withdrawal technique, but she had, at least, put her own conditions to it.

  “Okay. When?”

  “Tonight.”

  “No. I want to fly home. I want you in your own bed, in your house.”

  “Marcus, that's impossible—my mom.”

  “We'll find a way. But I want you in your bed, not in some seedy hotel bed.”

  “What about your place?”

  “No. Your bed.”

  Another twist, she thought. Why did he want her in her bed? Was it some kind of weird fetish, or did he think she would be more comfortable at home?

  *****

  Marcus had told Tonya to tell him when her mother went to the hospital. Hospital appointments were usually lengthy affairs, and it would give them more time together.

  All Tonya could think about was eighty thousand dollars. She'd invent some story or other for her mother when she found out they weren't poor anymore.

  “She's got an appointment next week, Wednesday. She'll be out all day,” Tonya whispered as Marcus was leaving the reception area.

  “Another week? It's driving me wild,” he said.

  “You'll just have to wait.”

  Tonya knew she'd reversed all her principles. Now she was going to be the best-paid hooker in the world, but just for one day. And it wasn't really prostitution. It was a friend giving her a present in exchange for a favor. Tonya didn't manage to convince herself, though.

  Wednesday came, and Tonya waved her mom off in the taxi. She went upstairs and changed into her best lingerie. She put on a gown and went downstairs to wait for Marcus.

  Funnily enough, she wasn't nervous. The more she'd thought about it, the more she'd wanted to do it. He was handsome, and he was going to pay her a vast amount.

  As she expected, he wasn't late. When she heard his car pull up, she got up and watched him walk toward the door. Before he had time to knock, she opened the door. What he saw took his breath away. She was perfectly made up, and the gown she had on was open, showing him all the treats she had waiting for him.

  “Wow. You look fantastic,” he said.

  “Come in. Let's do it,” she said enthusiastically.

  As she led him upstairs, he watched her behind sway to and fro. At the door, she turned around and pulled him to her.

  “When we are finished, please respect me. Don't go telling anyone at work.”

  “I have a confession to make,” he said. “I haven't been fair with you.” Tonya was listening intently. “All this has been a game to me. This isn’t the first time I've done this, I'm ashamed to say. I have paid debts off for other women in the past in return for sexual pleasure.” He looked at Tonya for a reaction, but there was none. “But I didn't reckon on falling for you. Tonya, I'm really not playing around now. Here's a check for the money. I'm going to go.” He handed her a check for eighty thousand dollars.

  She watched him turn around and take the stairs. When he was halfway down, she shouted after him, “And what about me? What about my feelings?”

  “You've got the money,” he replied.

  “What if I have fallen for you as well? I was looking forward to today, and not only because of the money.”

  He looked back up at her. She let the gown slip to the floor and took the pose of a model in a lingerie shoot. He smiled and began to climb the stairs again.

  “Then we're on the same wavelength at last,” he said.

  “Yes. It has taken me a while—and I still don't like your blackmail tricks.”

  “I'm sorry. It’s a bachelors’ game for rich men. But I want you Tonya, and I won't fool around anymore.”

  “Then here is my bedroom,” she said, opening the door.

  He looked inside and smiled. “Cute. So girly.”

  There was a double bed with a pink duvet and several bears on the dressing table. On the walls were pictures of boys that he guessed had been there for a few years.

  “Kiss me,” she said. He stood close to her and put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. She caught the scent that had so turned her on when she'd visited his consulting room, a mix of him and some expensive shower gel. When his lips crushed hers, she closed her eyes and felt his tongue looking for hers. She ran a hand over his face and loved the coarseness of his chin.

  “I can feel you want me,” she whispered. “Shall I help you a little?” He groaned at the thought and watched as she lowered the zipper on his pants. As she did, her breasts wobbled in her half bra. When she put her hand inside his pants, she loved the warmth and the scent that escaped from them. His masculinity played in her nostrils, encouraging her to pull his cock out and look at it. Before she began to stroke him, she felt how long and smooth he was. She marveled at the pre-cum on his tip and the tightness of his balls as she massaged them. When she took him in her mouth, she felt a gush between her legs as her excitement raised to a higher plane.

  As she sucked him, he massaged her shoulders and felt the weight of her breasts. She loved the feel of him in her mouth and the power she now had over him. His pleasure was in her hands, and it made her horny as hell. When she felt him jerk, she cupped his balls, encouraging him, but he wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to screw her and screw her, until she came multiple times. He pushed her away and pulled her to her feet.

  “God that was nice. You're so soft. I love it,” he whispered as he placed tiny kisses on her neck. She threw her head back, allowing him to kiss her more, and then moaned as she felt his han
ds rubbing over her panties.

  “I want to taste you,” he whispered. He pushed her onto the bed and opened her legs. He soon removed her panties and looked down at the blond hairs above her vulva and the tiny droplets of her excitement. When she felt his coarse tongue on her narrow opening, her body jerked. He held her hips steady and began to lick her with such precision that she soon began to shake and moan. She reached out and stroked his hair as her legs splayed wider for him. Soon she fisted his hair and bellowed a few obscenities as a surge erupted from her womanhood and took her breath away.

  He stood up and took his clothes off. She watched. His body was long and slender and his muscles well defined. His penis stood erect, contrasting to the angular nature of his appearance.

  “You are so hot, Tonya. Do you know that?”

  She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her breasts from her bra. “Suck on these when you screw me. I love having my nipples sucked.”

  When he entered her, he lowered his head and did as she asked. As soon as his mouth touched her, her hips began to buck and her breathing became labored.

  His body felt marvelous on her. Hard and hairy, he was coarse and smooth at the same time. The feeling of his shaft parting her was overbearing, and she soon cried out another orgasm.

  When she came back down, he flipped her on her belly and entered her from behind. He reached under her and began to play with her clit. For Tonya, there was no better feeling than being taken from behind. She came again, this time less noisily but more deeply.

  She felt the hair on his legs rub against her hips as he straddled her, thrusting his length between her buttocks and into her womanhood. The sight of her hips and long slender back was too much for him, and he pumped faster. He held her buttocks and pressed her down as he showed her no mercy. She was screaming due to the force of his trusts, his thighs slapping against her buttocks, sending vibrations to her clit.

  Tonya buried her head in the pillow and screamed more. When she felt his penis twitch, she reached between her legs and gently stoked her fingernails over his balls. He groaned her name as he stayed still and emptied himself into her.

  Afterward, they lay entwined, basking in the warmth of the sex they had just so wonderfully shared.

  “I like you so much, Tonya. Will you be my proper girlfriend now?”

  “If you don't blackmail me anymore, yes. And I'll be watching you, so no more bullshit.”

  *****

  Tonya and Marcus got married the day Tonya's mom got the all clear. Never again did they want for money. Tonya completed her management course and ran Marcus’s business enterprise. Tonya had trouble conceiving, but after IVF, she and Marcus became proud parents of a little boy named Jake.

  *****

  THE END

  BILLIONAIRE TWIN STEPBROTHER BOSS Romance – Billionaire Bosses X2

  “I don’t know how you find these guys, Mom,” I said.

  She looked gorgeous in her newest wedding dress. I was a little jealous that she’d met so many good guys and married them. All I wanted was one guy who would date me longer than a few months.

  “Well, dear, not all of us are looking for Mr. Perfect. Maybe if you’d just give more guys a chance,” she replied.

  Give more guys a chance? I wasn’t the one wearing her third wedding dress. If anything, my mother gave too many guys a chance.

  “I’m not looking for Mr. Perfect; I’m looking for Mr. Right. I don’t care if he’s a little overweight or not well off. I just want to meet a guy that loves me for me.”

  “Well, that’s your problem right there, Liz” she started. “I don’t think I’ve met a man that really cared about me as much as he cared about himself.”

  “What about Dad?” I asked.

  She laughed and started pulling up her stockings.

  “Your father was something else all right.”

  I still missed him. I’m sure he would have laughed at my mom for marrying other men, if he were here that is. I still visit his grave on his birthday and do my best to avoid crying. I usually fail.

  “You loved him, right?” I asked.

  “Of course I did,” she replied, “but his head was so far in the clouds, I doubt he felt the same about me.”

  I sighed. she still wouldn’t admit how much she missed him. I could see the look on her face change slightly whenever I talked about him. Sometimes I wondered if she ran into the arms of other men to forget my dad.

  The door creaked open.

  “Five more minutes,” came the voice of the wedding planner before she slipped back outside.

  “That’s my cue,” Mom said. “Soon I’ll be Mrs. Holly Jane Roberts.”

  I quickly made my way around her dress to straighten what I could.

  “How do I look?” she asked.

  I could see her face ready to well up with tears, but she was a professional at keeping herself in check. I wondered if she was happy or sad.

  “Gorgeous as always, Mom,” I replied.

  The girls waiting in the hallway came in and helped us down the stairs toward the ceremony. I assisted in whatever way I could, but it was hardly necessary. I looked at my slim physique in the mirror, covered in the ugly maid of honor dress she’d picked out for me. She knew yellow wasn’t my color.

  Showtime.

  2.

  I stood at the altar with a few girls I recognized and a couple I didn’t know in the slightest. Even though this was my third time being the maid of honor for my mother, I was still nervous.

  Across from the girls stood a row of men all wearing the same suit, and some better than others. Two of them caught my eye, twins to be exact. Both of them were tall and filled out their suits well. Their square jaws and hazel eyes were like magnets drawing me closer.

  As the music piped up, I realized where I was and pushed my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind. I was at my mother’s wedding; this wasn’t the time to be eyeing boys. That was what the reception was for.

  The ceremony was lovely and grand in design. The church held more than 200 guests, most of who were guests of the groom. I knew the few people Mom always invited to her weddings, and they sat together near the front of the church. The church itself was full of history, with stain glass windows and wood from another century. Things creaked and groaned under step, but it only added to the character.

  My mother looked like a gem as she wafted down the aisle. Her new husband, Thomas, stood with a broad smile across his face. I even saw a small tear form in the corner of his eye, only to be pushed away by his pride. When I saw the two of them standing next to each other, I knew this wouldn’t be like the previous marriages.

  I tried my best to avoid making eye contact with the twins across from me. It was a difficult task at best. I thought I was doing a good job until one of them locked eyes with me for a moment. He smiled at me. I smiled back and then returned my attention to the wedding, only to have it ripped away again when I caught him still looking over at me. This time he winked, and I blushed for a second before wiping a fake tear from my eye.

  Thankfully the ceremony finished soon after, and the married couple strode back down the red carpet that led the way from the altar.

  Most of the guests began filing out as soon as the ceremony was over. The reception was being held in the penthouse of a nearby high-rise building. I wasn’t surprised in the least by the choice of location; the groom owned the building after all.

  Standing outside it and looking up at the monolith of glass, I wondered if it continued on into the sky forever. I wasn’t much for heights, and I would need a lot of patience to get through this.

  I brought along a change of clothes for the reception, as I didn’t want to be stuck wearing this horrid dress for the entire affair. And just as I was about to change, I was reminded that they would be taking wedding photos.

  I was greeted by a familiar face in the elevator; it was one of the twins. I could hardly tell them apart, and I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach the awkward subje
ct of staring at each other.

  “Top floor please,” he said.

  I cocked my eye and looked at him, wondering if he realized I was in the wedding party. Still, I clicked the button for the penthouse and the elevator shot upward.

  The ride was a silent affair in the beginning, neither of us having the interest or the courage to say hello. I finally worked up the nerve to start some small talk.

  “Beautiful wedding,” I said.

  “Ah, yes, it was. Who are you?” he asked.

  I realized this must have been the other brother, and I was a little embarrassed.

  “I’m Liz. I was in the bride’s wedding party,” I said.

  He nodded and leaned against one of the walls. He was almost more gorgeous now that I was a bit closer to him. A confident smile was plastered on his face, and it made him more attractive.

  “Well, Liz, nice to meet you. I’m Zach. I was with the groom’s wedding party. Pleasure to meet you,” he said, offering a hand.

  I took his hand and shook it awkwardly.

  “Likewise,” I replied. “Hopefully this will be the last time.”

  “Last time for what?” he asked.

  “Oh…er…last time I’ll have to go to her wedding,” I said.

  “What time has this been?” he asked with a laugh.

  “The third,” I said.

  “Well then.”

  I felt embarrassed again, having revealed something that was a little personal to someone I didn’t know. He turned back to the elevator door, ending the conversation. I lost interest in continuing our chat, so I just leaned against the wall and pounded my head lightly for being so stupid.

  The elevator slowed to a stop, and I was relieved to be out of this situation.

  The doors tore open to a gorgeous, open-space loft. A fireplace with a mantle tastefully stocked with pictures of the groom’s various adventures adorned one side of the room. The kitchen, with its stainless steel everything, could have fit my apartment neatly inside it, and I still would have had room to bake several cakes. Leather furniture was strewn about but mostly ignored in favor of standing. Guests of the party had already made themselves at home and were taking appetizers from wait staff walking around in monochrome uniforms.