The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series)

by Wallace, Brenda

  She pulled the shirt out when she had it completely opened. Pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms, she threw it towards him. Her hands trembled slightly as she reach back to unclasp her bra. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and she heard a hiss when they bounced into his view. Their eyes met from the sound and she stared at him for a moment.

  He motioned and urged her to keep going. He wanted to see everything and he had started to sit up on the bed. Lars was getting harder and it was not hard to miss the long length thickening in his pants.

  Her skirt was next and quickly falling to the floor as she unzipped the side. Then there was another hiss as he sucked air in through his teeth and she smiled to herself. When she looked back up as she walked out of her shoes, Lars was close to the edge of the bed and getting closer to her. “Here, let me.”

  She shivered with request and she waited for him. His hands were not as quick as hers and it seemed like he was worried about more than just the panties in front of him. As she stood there, she could feel the heat coming off his hot breath. The wetness of the fabric made the breeze more pronounced. It was her turn to make a sound and it seemed to send him into action.

  Lars’ hands yanked down her panties and then pushed his tongue through her puffy lips. Drew threaded her hands through his thick brown hair and gasped with the sudden stimulation. She had not seen it coming and she was quickly close to an end. He pulled away to her whimper and pulled her down onto him on the bed. He lay down and pulled her down with him. “Sit on my face sis.”

  His words were ragged, along with his breathing and she made a noise as she moved over his thickness and then the hard chest that she had wanted to touch. It was her thighs that got to feel the hard curves though, as her knees straddled either side of his face. He grinned down before he pulled her lower and she was lost in the pleasure of his tongue. “Oh fuck!”

  It was upon her before she knew it as she was shaking, her essence squirting in his face. It was too much and she gripped the wooden headboard as she came over and over again. His mouth would not stop and she finally had to stand up to get away. She moved down his body to get away from the onslaught of his tongue, but he stopped her. Lars’ grip was tight and he tugged her down, pushing her over onto her back. His large body nestled between her legs and then his lips were back on her.

  Drew could taste her sweetness on his tongue and lips. It was way more intimate than their first kiss and the added excitement that he had just pleasured her, made the taste that much better. It made the kiss more intimate, but when he pulled away and went back to his knees, her eyes were focused on the hard meat that was being pulled from his shorts.

  It was huge and it made her back up a bit. He jerked her back down and then covered her body with his own. His hard biceps were above her and then his mouth silenced even her mind from all other thoughts. Drew closed her eyes as she felt it’s hardness against her hot honey hole. Her orgasm had made her incredibly wet and she lifted up slightly. He growled into her mouth and then pulled away. There was something in her eyes that made him pause and move back a bit. Did she really want this or was he forcing her? The idea left his body immobile and not sure what he needed to do.

  “I can’t do this. I don’t want you if you don’t want me.”

  Her eyes were glazed and she looked down at the massive cock poised at her center. Her hand went to his length and she heard him hiss when the cockhead touched her soggy core. Her fingers massaged the head against her wetness, preparing his flesh with her own fluids. She took it and smacked it against herself. She didn’t know what was better, the sound of wet flesh slapping together or the desperate sound of pleasure that came out of his mouth.

  “Please don’t fuck with me Drew. I am going to explode.”

  “Well explode inside of me.” Her hands pulled his face down to hers and her lips captured his soft ones. Drew’s tongue slid inside of his mouth, as his hips pressed his cock against her tight snatch. The head was being kissed by her inner lips as he pushed forward a little more. “Now.”

  He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. Lars heard the desperation in her voice that echoed so much what he felt in himself. He gritted his teeth to the tightness as he slammed in. He was suffocated with her tightness and the scream out of her lips was lost in his ears as his own blood pounded. Fuck, he was going to lose it with the first stroke.

  Lars tried to stop the swelling in his balls. She thrashed underneath him, her hips coming up to roll him around inside of her. He growled at her, but it only made her move more. She grabbed her legs from underneath and opened her thighs wider to take him in. Lars couldn’t resist any longer and after he got himself together, he pulled out slowly, watching his cock appear.

  She whimpered and her hips wiggled the head in her depth. “Oh yea. Fuck me brother. This is what you wanted, so I want it all now.”

  He surged forward, taking both of their breaths away. She was soon shaking underneath him and then he felt the splash of fluid that swirled around his velvet shaft. Lars could not stop the flow out of his cock and he grunted as string after string pushed deep next to her womb.

  It was another long kiss and several minutes, before the two disentangled and Lars finally left her coveted insides. He took a deep breath and lay down beside her on his back. “Wow sis. That was…wow.”

  He had never felt so relaxed in his life. It was far better than he had thought and if he would have known it would have been like that and she would have been so willing, he may just have went to her that night he taped her. He had watched her through the wedding and wondered how it would all turn out. Lars had not anticipated the amount of pleasure and the way she had taken to him so well. He was not supposed to feel even more than that, but he did and that may be a problem.

  His musing was broken by her moving next to him. He wanted to stop her, but had no energy to do so. “Please lay with me.”

  “Shhh.” She moved down and then he felt the heat and wetness from her mouth as she started to clean off their mixed pleasure off his sticky cock. The softened member started to jerk and perk up over the touch and she giggled as she took in even more.

  Lars was in no position to protest and before they both knew it, she was stuffing him in as deep as she could. He was rock hard again and she couldn’t fit him all, even with the help from his surging hips and pressing hand. She moved his hand away and pulled her heavenly mouth from his length. It was his turn to whimper and Drew decided that it was her was favorite sound.

  She climbed over him and grabbed his dick to position it against her hole. His eyes flashed open and they met for a moment. It was hard to deny the way he looked at her, but then he was inside and nothing else mattered. “Yes Lars. Mmm, so big baby.”

  His length stretched her already rawness. His hands held her down as his hips ground up against her. “That’s it, oh fuck take that dick.”

  He was buried deep inside of her and the shuddering around his length pulling him even closer to the abyss. Drew tried to move on him like she wanted to, but in the end she was too slow and he took over. Lars liked to be in control of everything and that was one place that she seemed okay with letting go of the reigns.

  “I’m coming Lars. Nnnghh!”

  More fluid and his cock seemed to slip deeper with the slickness. “Mmm come for me baby. I want more of your hot seed. Fill me up Lars!”

  He moved faster, his face determined as he watched her moan and convulse above him. Each stroke in prolonged her pleasure and soon she was begging him to come so that she could have a moment. He just felt so damn good that it was hard for her to ever think of the feeling stopping.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  She shook her head and he seemed to like the answer, because the next moment he was coming deep inside of her. They were fucking raw and she had nothing with her. She finally collapsed against his chest and whimpered again when the length pushed deeper. He had starting to go down, but it was already growing again when
she started to get off of him.

  “I want more. All day.”

  “I am sore Lars.”

  “Do you really want me to take it out?”

  His hips were rising with the words and her eyes were already closing in the incredible feel of him inside of her. He jabbed deep and she squealed. “Fuck me, just fuck me please.”

  “Tell me that I can have you whenever I want you.”

  She braced her hands to his chest and tried to move him along, her insides clenching while she rode him slowly. She was too sore and too wiped out to do much more. She didn’t want to agree to anything but that moment and that feel inside of her. She whined at the request.

  “Now or I am not going to touch you ever again.”

  “Yes fine. Always, just please fuck me!”

  “That goes for when the parents get home. I want you naked in a bed when I tell you to.”

  Drew had alarms going off in her head, but she would have agreed to anything. “Please God, just do it. Yes, Anytime anywhere, just please let me come!”

  He grinned at her declaration. He had every intention on holding her to her promises and when he rolled her back onto her back, he started to slam into her as hard as he could. Her whimpers were like the best symphony and he knew that he was going to want to hear it every single night, though he may have to get a gag for her when their parents got back in town. It was a big house, but his sister was exceptionally loud.

  Thirst for Love

  Chapter One: Infatuation

  Ronan walked through the night, searching the streets for his next kill. He was thirsty; it had been too long since he'd felt warm blood coursing through his veins. As he walked, he watched the people. So far all he had seen were couples and families. He was looking for someone, anyone, who screamed "bad guy." Just because he was considered the "living dead" didn't mean he had to be bad. So he didn't kill the innocent—only those who would harm the innocent.

  He walked further into the city, away from the water. His boots thudded against the ground and the cold air blew against his face. Ronan followed his feet, wandering aimlessly. He had been a vampire for nearly a century, wandering from country to country as he feasted off of the blood of black souls. He'd began his journey in Ireland, his homeland, and now he found himself in Seattle, Washington, exploring the streets there.

  A small store on the corner caught his attention, its lights shining out into the darkness. Inside sat a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes. She sat at her desk, fingers furiously flying across her keyboard. She bit her lip, staring into the computer screen and shook her head in frustration. Her curls were pulled back in a ponytail and they swayed back and forth.

  As he watched her, Ronan forgot all about his hunt for blood. Instead, he found himself fascinated by her movements, wondering about who she was. He was aware of the time passing, of his thirst, but he no longer cared. His only desire was to study her.

  Adara sat in her bookstore late one evening, logging inventory. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but a single curl remained by her forehead. Her bookstore was now closed, but she still had work to do. Because she owned her own business, she worked odd hours, often late into the night. As she logged her inventory, she sighed. Her numbers weren't adding up and she grew frustrated.

  Staring into the computer screen, Adara willed her brain to figure out what she was missing. This was the third month in a row that she'd had discrepancies in her inventory, which likely meant that someone was stealing from her shop. But she was so careful, watching each person who entered the bookstore and each person who left.

  Eventually she decided it was time to head home. The hum of the computer quieted as she powered it down and prepared to leave. After gathering her purse from the back room, she walked through the front door, making sure to double check that she had locked it. It was nearly twelve o'clock and the streets were empty as she walked to her car. Her apartment wasn't too far away, but because she often worked late hours, she usually drove herself to the store so she didn't have to walk in the dark.

  She arrived at her apartment, parking along the street. The mail slots were to the left as she walked through the door to her building and she used her key to open her mailbox. She found a package and a couple of bills, but nothing pressing. Even though her apartment was on the third floor, Adara usually took the stairs. She liked the bit of activity it added to her day. However, she was tired from working so late, so she made an exception and took the elevator.

  The door to the elevator opened onto her floor and Adara realized it was dark. The hallway light must have burned out. As she passed the stairs, Adara thought she saw somebody standing about halfway down. She did a double take, but saw no one. Shaking her head, she figured she must be imagining things.

  Once she was in her apartment, she made a cup of tea while she prepared for bed. She planned to read for a short time to calm her mind before going to bed. Once the tea was ready, she walked into her room and set the cup on her nightstand. The book she had picked to read had been recently published and was written by one of her favorite authors.

  Climbing into her bed, she picked up the book and began to read. After a moment, Adara thought she heard a noise from her front room. She waited, listening more closely, but heard nothing else. It wasn't long before she found herself nodding off to sleep, so she closed her book and turned off the lamp on her nightstand, bathing the room in darkness.

  Ronan waited, listening until the woman's breathing evened and he was sure she was asleep. He then moved through her apartment, making his way into her bedroom. As she slept, Ronan stood over the woman, watching. She looked peaceful and he couldn't resist lightly brushing his fingers against her face. Her skin was warm against his fingers and he could feel the blood pumping through her veins.

  After a time, he moved about her apartment, trying to find out as much about her as he could. He saw from the mail on her coffee table that her name was Adara—an Irish name. On the walls hung pictures of who he assumed to be her parents and a brother. She had no other pictures which likely meant she wasn't in a relationship and she had no children.

  She had a bookshelf that reached from the floor to the ceiling that was tucked up against a wall. He read through the titles and was surprised to find they were mostly older books that would have been published around the time he was born. He pulled a book out and flipped through it, recalling the words to his time. This book had been one of his favorites before he was changed and he had spent a significant amount of time reading it.

  Next he moved on to her DVD collection, which he found was very limited. Most of her movies were those that had been made in the 1940's and 1950's. She had few modern movies and most of those were critically acclaimed. Finally, he went through her purse, looking at the things she kept in it.

  His thirst began to press on him, so he decided it was time to leave. He went back to watch her for another moment. As he entered her room, she began to mumble to herself in her sleep. Even with his enhanced hearing, Ronan couldn't understand what she was saying. The sounds she made were incoherent jumbles. Before leaving, he leaned over her, taking in a deep breath. He could smell the blood beneath her skin, but he detected something else—a softer, calmer smell. Unable to figure out exactly what it was, Ronan finally left and continued his hunt.

  * * * * *

  The next morning, Adara woke up still feeling groggy. She'd had dreams all night that a man moved about her apartment while she slept, sometimes watching over her, sometimes sorting through her possessions. The dream left her feeling disturbed and uncomfortable.

  Once she pulled herself out of bed, walked to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee running. On her way, she checked her deadbolt, finding that it was still locked. Shaking her head, she headed into the kitchen and started her coffee brewing. Deciding she needed a shower, Adara headed into her bathroom and turned the water onto hot. She hoped the intense heat would help her mind clear.

  As she showered, sh
e ran the numbers of her inventory through her mind one more time. She just couldn't figure out what was happening and it bothered her. Once she was done, Adara dressed, added a small amount of make-up to her face and applied lotion to her arms and legs. Finally, she towel-dried her hair and applied some gel and hairspray in order to keep it in order.

  She then walked into her kitchen and poured her coffee while cooking herself a quick breakfast. She still felt groggy, but the caffeine from the coffee quickly helped to wake her up. Deciding she couldn't delay it any longer, Adara left to go to her store. She usually loved it there, but her frustration from the numbers not adding up had her hesitating. In order to relieve some frustration, she decided to walk.

  When she arrived, Adara found that she had a customer waiting. She was a regular customer and Adara told her, "Come on in" after she'd unlocked the door. The woman walked in and began to wander the aisles while Adara walked to her desk to work on her numbers once more.

  The day wore on and the decision was made that there was definitely a thief entering her store on a regular basis. She decided she would have to close early and head to an electronics store in order to purchase cameras that she would install throughout the store.

  Toward the end of her day, a man wandered in with sunglasses on. He nodded once to her and began to browse the shelves of the store. She watched as he wandered and noticed he kept his sunglasses over his eyes. Her father had regularly suffered from migraines and often wore his sunglasses inside, so she figured this man had a similar problem.

  Because it was winter, the sun had already set. Her regular closing hours were seven o'clock, but she sometimes would let customers stay past those hours when she knew she would be working late. However, because she needed to run to the store, she needed him to finish in the next fifteen minutes. It took him about ten minutes before he walked up to her with a book in his hands. He set it on the counter and smiled at her.