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

by Wallace, Brenda

  "Unfortunately, at the time, I didn't have the thought to find someone who was evil. Rather, I found a man who was old in age and I knew wouldn't last much longer as it was. I took his life that night, making certain he was completely drained of blood so he wouldn't become what I and my sister now were.

  "I decided to give my father the courtesy of burying me so he could move on, at least a little bit, with his life. It took a few more days of lying on the kitchen table, listening to him mourn the deaths of my sister and I, but finally he buried my body. During the night, I broke free from my grave, making sure to leave the ground looking undisturbed, and stole into the night."

  Adara had sat, fascinated, as he told his tale. "And what of your sister?"

  "I've tried to find her over the years, following rumors of where she has been," Ronan told her. "But it seems I am always a step behind her."

  Chapter Three: Exploration

  Adara knew she would have to find some way to stay at her store during the day. Together, she and Ronan worked out a plan so she could maintain appearances. They would go to the store together, before the sun rose the next day and cover the windows so no sun could shine through. Each morning, they would be at the store before sunrise and leave after sunset.

  They spent the next few weeks that way. During the night they would hunt or explore the city and during the day they would be at the store. Ronan still tried to find anything about his sister and where she might have been. However, the information was difficult to come by.

  Eventually Adara decided she didn't want to spend her time that way. She realized that she could finally explore the world without worrying about money. When she spoke to Ronan about this, he was thrilled. They had been spending every day and night together, but he was getting tired of the routine. For nearly a century he had spent his time doing what he wanted and going where he pleased. But Adara had changed that.

  In the night, a few weeks after Adara had been changed, she packed a bag to take with her. In it, she placed her favorite books and some clothes. Then, together she and Ronan left her apartment and the town she had lived in. They travelled across the country, seeing all the sights that she had longed her entire life to see.

  Finally, they arrived in Europe, having stowed away in the bilge of a ship. The first place they visited was Paris, viewing all the regular sights under the night sky. Adara's favorite was the Louvre. She had read about it in many books, but finally seeing it in person was incredible.

  During the day, they spent their time in an abandoned villa not too far from the city. It had everything Adara could have ever wanted in her living days, including two pools, one indoor and one outdoor. One day, about two weeks after they had arrived, Adara swam naked in the indoor pool. She loved the way the water rushed past her body as she quickly pumped her arms.

  Ronan entered the room and she noticed as he admired her body gliding through the water. After a moment he pulled his shirt up and over his head followed by pulling his pants down. He wore nothing underneath. Adara stopped and watched as he joined her in the water, slowly swimming toward her. "Did you ever swim when you were alive?" she asked.

  He shook his head. "Not really. There was a small lake near our property, but I didn't spend much time there. I was too busy helping my father."

  "When did you learn, then?" Adara watched as he dove under the water and resurfaced on the other side of her.

  "I had a long time between my living days and now," he told her, wiping water from his eyes. "And I didn't have to fear drowning. It took a few tries, but I figured it out on my own eventually."

  Adara nodded, watching as he floated on his back and slowly kicked his feet. His muscles flexed as he moved and she felt fire light in between her legs. Ronan swam to the side and pulled himself out of the water, sitting in the edge and dangling his legs in the pool.

  She then swam over to him, eyes on his as she approached him. Once she was in front of him, Adara traced her fingers up the insides of his thighs and watched as his erection grew. She smiled and licked her lips before lowering her face to his cock. She stuck her tongue out and placed it on the underside of his head. Ronan moaned and grabbed the back of her head. Adara slowly swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before slowly dragging it down and then back up his shaft.

  As she reached the top, she took the tip of his cock inside her mouth and began to suck, swirling her tongue around the tip. One hand rubbed up and down his shaft while the other caressed his balls, massaging them in her palm. She listened to Ronan moan as she continued to suck, pulling him as far into her mouth as she could. Without a gag reflex, she could fit most of him inside.

  Ronan couldn't believe how good it felt to have Adara's mouth on his cock. He caressed her hair as she took him inside her mouth. She slowly dragged her tongue down his shaft until she reached his balls. However, rather than stopping, she continued onto his sack, licking and lightly nibbling. He gasped as she sucked harder and pulled one of his balls inside her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.

  After a moment, Ronan couldn't take it much longer. He pulled her off and slid himself into the pool with her, lifting her legs and pulling her up. Turning, he placed her so that her back was against the side of the pull and slowly lowered her onto his cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and twisted her fingers into his hair.

  They kissed deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth. Slowly she raised herself up and down, and he reveled in the feeling of her around him. He matched her motions with his hips, thrusting into her harder and harder each time. The water lapped around them higher and higher as they continued.

  Ronan lowered his mouth to her nipple, lightly teasing it with his tongue. She moaned and he took it further into his mouth, sucking harder. She arched her back, pressing her breast further into his mouth. He moaned as she dug her nails into his back. Pulling him off of her nipple, Adara pushed her mouth against his, kissing him again. She pulled away and began to trail kisses down his neck.

  Tension built in his body and he knew he would succumb soon. He thrust into her even harder and faster building more quickly to orgasm.

  As Adara trailed kisses down Ronan's neck, an idea popped into her head. She lightly nibbled his neck, testing his reaction. He moaned even louder, tilting his head to the side and exposing more of his neck. She bit even harder, drawing blood and he cried out in pleasure. As she sucked, he thrust one last time into her and cried out loud, his body releasing in an orgasm.

  Once he was done, he quickly pulled out of her. Carrying her out of the water, he lifted her up onto his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around his neck. He placed her against the wall and began to lick her wet, velvet lips. Adara moaned, tossing her head back and grabbed onto his shoulders.

  Ronan reached one hand up and began to rub her clit with his fingers as he sucked on her lips. Slowly, he began to stick his tongue inside of her, pushing it in and out while he still rubbed her clit. She was at his mercy and she loved it, knowing that as long as she was on his shoulders, he could do whatever he wanted to her.

  His other hand reached up and massaged her ass as he still worked his tongue inside of her and his fingers on her clit. After a moment, he lowered her to the ground, laying her on her back. "I'm going to do to you what you just did to me," he whispered in her ear.

  He trailed kisses down her neck while he thrust inside of her once more. His fingers worked their way down and began rubbing her clit once more. He bit into her neck and began to suck and her body quickly began to rise in tension. He sucked harder on her neck, rubbing faster with his fingers. His hard cock thrust inside her and her body finally exploded in an orgasm. Every bit of her body felt the spasms of pleasure as he continued to suck and rub and thrust. She cried out loud, digging her nails into his back and pushing her chest against his.

  Finally, her body began to calm. Ronan lay on the ground next to her, his head propped up on one arm. He traced his fingers across her stomach and up her breasts and onto her
neck. After a moment, Adara turned to him, a smile on her face. "There aren't even words that can describe how amazing that was," she told him.

  Ronan smiled. "Yes, it was."

  Together, they lay on the ground, waiting for the sun to set.

  The next day passed quickly. This was to be their last night in Paris and Adara wanted to make it special. She had a plan, and while she waited for night to come, she dressed in a skirt and a tank top. Underneath the skirt, she wore nothing and she enjoyed the feeling of freedom. Finally, the sun was down and the stars were beginning to shine. They left the villa and walked toward the city, hand in hand.

  "Where are going?" he asked her.

  Adara wiggled her eyebrows up and down, excited . "It's a surprise."

  He laughed. "You're not even going to give me a hint?"

  Shaking her head, Adara told him, "Nope."

  She led him to the Eiffel Tower. "We're coming back here?" he asked, when he saw where they were. "We saw it last week!"

  "Yes, I know," Adara said. "But I have different plans for it, this time. It is, after all, closed to the public now."

  "Oh? And what did you have in mind?" he asked.

  "Just wait and see," Adara told him, laughing. She was enjoying the way he squirmed, wanting to know what she was planning for them.

  They waited until there were few people around and made sure that they weren't watching as the two broke into the entrance and rode the elevator up to the top. In the elevator, Adara pushed Ronan up against the wall and began to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and moaned into her mouth, kissing her back.

  The elevator climbed to the top and the doors opened onto an enclosed platform. She walked to the other side of the platform and broke the lock on a door that opened to an outside platform. Lightly tugging on Ronan's hand, she pulled him outside with her.

  They were so high, a breeze blew across them, but it didn't bother Adara. She pushed Ronan up against a pole and began to kiss him deeply. As they kissed, she lowered her hands to his pants and began to unbutton them. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. After she pushed his pants down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped, knowing that if he didn't catch her she could still hold herself up.

  He wrapped his arms around her, his hands grabbing her ass. Connecting her feet behind her legs, she began to lower her opening to the top of his rock hard cock. Moving his hands up her legs, he growled when he realized she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.

  He thrust his cock upward, sticking it inside of her. She gasped at the thrust and tightened her grip around his shoulders. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her and she gyrated her hips to match his motions. They kissed deeply as he thrust. Adara let go, trusting him to support her, and pulled her tank top down so that her breasts sat in front of his face.

  "God yes," Ronan moaned. He stuck his tongue out and began to tease her taut nipples. He swirled his tongue around the nipples and across them. After paying ample attention to each nipple, he began to suck, lightly at first but slowly sucking harder and harder, pulling them into his mouth.

  She dug her nails into his neck and moved her hips faster with each thrust. Finally, she knew her body would soon explode with pleasure. After a moment she cried, "I'm there!" and arched her back as spasms rocked her body. Ronan came with her, and each thrust felt more and more intense.

  Finally, each of their bodies relaxed and he lowered her to the ground, expecting them to be done. However, as soon as she was balanced on her feet, Adara lowered to her knees and leveled herself with his cock. "I'm going to make you scream with pleasure," she said, looking into his eyes as she moved her mouth toward his cock. She stuck her tongue out and dragged it from the base of his shaft to the head before taking him completely inside her mouth. She sucked as hard as she could, swirling her tongue around the head.

  Ronan grabbed her hair and moaned with pleasure as she took every inch of him inside of her mouth. She began to push her head back and forth quickly as she sucked, dragging her tongue along as she did so. He thrust his hips forward and backward with her motion, enjoying every single inch of himself inside of her.

  Eventually she slowed and then stopped when he was fully inside of her mouth. She reached her tongue and licked his balls while he was still inside of her, and moaned. She reached up with one hand and began to massage his balls still licking them. "Adara," he whispered and she raised her gaze to meet his.

  Once more, she began to thrust back and forth with her head, pushing him inside of her mouth and then pulling him back out. His body began to tense up once more and he knew that he would soon have another orgasm. He tilted his head back, hands still inside her hair. Crying into the night air, his body exploded in pleasure. His cries were so loud, he was sure everyone on the streets of Paris below could hear him.

  Finally he was done and she pulled away, smiling. He growled and pushed her so she lay on her back on the platform. He lowered himself until he was between her legs and began to lick her pussy lips. Her legs bent up by his ears, she groaned with pleasure and arched her hips off of the ground. His tongue found her opening and he began to thrust it in and out of her. Reaching both of his hands up, Ronan massaged her breasts.

  As he thrust his tongue in and out and massaged her breasts, Adara reached a hand down and began to rub circles on her clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself was incredibly hot and he moaned into her opening. It took her only a few more moments before her body finally tensed up and pleasure racked across her body. She practically screamed with the pleasure as her fingers continued to work circles around her clit and he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of her.

  Eventually, her body calmed and she lay still, staring up at the night sky. Ronan moved himself upward and kissed her lips. "Are you enjoying your last night in Paris?" he whispered.

  Adara nodded, smiling. "Oh, yes. It's the best," she said and kissed him deeply. She was looking forward to their future adventures together.

  Kiss of Death

  Chapter One: Teen Angst

  Laura ran her long, delicate fingers over her new bed, her fingers tracing the flowers that were engraved on the head board. It was old wooden oak, given to her and her family along with the house they had just recently purchased, an old Victorian home that had hallways as long and desperate as the city alleyways she had grown up in, playing kickball and cards with her friends. The floors creaked when she walked as if speaking to her about the last two hundred years it had stood in the same spot. The basement was the creepiest, and Laura refused to go down there, its concrete floors as dead as the air beneath the earth.

  This environment was one that was very different from New York, the city Laura had loved and cherished, but when her mother had caught her sneaking cigarettes and, on more than one occasion, a 6-pack into their small uptown home, she and her father had decided that a more rural life would leave her to a less corrupt mind. She had laughed at them, not imagining they were serious, until the reality set in when the moving truck sat in the same alleyway she had, just the previous night, sat in and read until all hours of the morning, candelabras by her side. She had been hysterical when she saw the moving vans, not truly believing her parents would follow through with it. She was only a junior in high school, a mere 17 years old, and she imagined how difficult it would be to move to a new town and make begin a new life. Her parents had stood strong, as they always did, adamant in their decision that this was best for her and their family.

  She sat in her room now, old wooden floors, newly painted white walls, an old dresser, computer and desk. She had two windows on either side of her bed, and already she was planning how she could sneak out being so high up. She had decided, between fits of hysteria on the ride to their new home, that she would try to make the best of this situation; maybe the news kids at school would be cool and there would be new cute guys. But this hope had been dashed, just as it had been where they previously lived, when her parents an
nounced that they would continue to home school her.

  Maybe her parents really did know something and this would help her; she didn’t like to be rebellious and disappoint them, she just had such an innate sense of adventure that ran through her veins and purely and as essential to her being and core as her blood; it made her heart beat.

  She often wore long black dresses, her blond hair flowing in the wind, with big black boots, dark thick eyeliner encasing her bright blue eyes, and this too was certainly a look her mom referred to as “trashy” and “disgusting”, her mother paired in flowery tops and white capris. Her parents fit the “uptown New York” stereotype perfectly: rich, beautiful and gaudy…and it had sickened her. She tried to focus on this and remind herself how it would hopefully be refreshing to meet a new group of kids who didn’t know her history or background.

  From a young age, she had been drawn to the “dark side”, as her mother referred to it as. She had an intense interest in ghosts and the dead, found their histories and stories compelling. She would go to the library and study up on families, reading about their histories and the tragic deaths that may or may not have occurred in their households. She would walk past alleyways that were said to have housed murderers decades or hundreds of years ago. Paired with her long black attire, this was something that also worried her mother, and something that her mother brought up to her often. There were many times her mother would ground her, having found another article on the ghosts in her town hidden inside her desk or underneath her bed. Laura would become enraged, trying to explain to her mother that it wasn’t a terrible or dirty habit, it was just an innate interest she had, a pull that called her. Her mother would raise her hand, signaling that the conversation was done and complete.