The Billionaire's Desire

by Scarlett Avery

He doesn’t stop.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  “Ahhh,” I cry out, biting my lower lip. I turn my head, pleading with my eyes for leniency.

  “If you want me to make it hurt, I’m happy to oblige, love.”

  I shudder.

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  The next blow nearly brings me to my knees. “Fuck, that burns,” I let out, enjoying the sharp rush of pleasure and pain that runs through my body.

  Slap.

  He spanks me with one hand as he dips the fingers of his other hand inside my wet pussy.

  “Arghhh.”

  “Your ass can make a grown man cry, Ciara.”

  Slap.

  Christ, the sweet sensation of his fingers gliding over my hard nub makes me forget about the sting of his hand against my left cheek.

  He stops.

  “No, don’t stop.”

  “The next time you pull such a stunt in public, I won’t be this nice,” he says, spreading my ass cheeks apart. He scoops up the juices from my wet pussy and glides his fingers deep inside my backside.

  “Dear God.”

  “Imagine my nine-inch cock fucking your tight ass.”

  I tense. He can’t be serious. I’ve had anal sex with only a few guys, but none of them were as long or as thick as Nikolaj. “You’ll rip me in half,” I pant.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow and we’ll use a lot of lube, but I will own your ass soon.”

  I open my mouth to retort, but he cuts me off.

  “Yes, that’s a promise I intend on keeping.” He grins.

  When he’s domineering like this, I’m willing to give myself entirely to him without a fight. He can fuck me any way he wants. I’ve had good lovers and I’ve even had great ones, but no man has made me lose my fucking senses the way Nikolaj does.

  “Come on, get up and let me rub your cheeks and make it better,” he teases.

  I nestle my trembling body against his. “You haven’t made me come yet,” I let out against his chest.

  “Listen to you, Ciara,” he says, enjoying hearing me plead like this.

  My body tenses under his touch, yearning to feel his tongue inside my wet pussy. Lapping at me. Teasing my clit. Making me come until I lose my goddamn mind. “I want you,” I gasp.

  “Really? You want me so badly it hurts?”

  Fuck, yeah.

  He pulls my hair back, forcing me to meet his hungry eyes. His lips crush mine as his tongue forces my lips apart.

  I push him away from me and take a step back, consumed with lust. “I want you inside me right now,” I say as I tear apart his expensive shirt. I caress his stomach and glide my hands up his chiseled chest until I reach his broad shoulders. I remove his white shirt and jacket without ever leaving his gaze.

  He grabs my neck, forcing our lips to meet as he pushes me across the room. My back hits the wall and I let out a carnal cry.

  “What have you done to me? I can’t get enough of you,” he grunts.

  “Take off those trousers,” I beg as I reach for his belt buckle. “I need your cock.”

  He pushes my hand aside with one hand and pulls my hair back with the other. “Don’t fucking push me, Ciara. I decide when I’m ready to fuck you. I’m going to gorge on your sweet pussy before I pound you.”

  He yanks off my lace bra, releasing my engorged boobs, and I bring my hands to them. “What? You’re shy all of a sudden?” He smiles, pushing my hands aside. He sucks my nipples, teasing me by moving his tongue from one breast to the other. “I love your tits, baby.”

  I’m going to lose it.

  He drops on his knees in front of me and pushes my hips against the wall with one hand as he spreads my legs open with the other. “Oh, shit,” I scream when his mouth closes around my hard nub.

  He alternates between teasing me with quick laps of his tongue and pulling my aching clit with his lips as he squeezes my breasts with both hands.

  “Ahhh,” I let out, tilting my head back as pleasure takes over my body.

  His eyes are on me, watching me take pleasure. I daringly hold his gaze.

  He caresses my inner thighs and hooks my left leg over his shoulder. I hold on to the side of the desk for balance, knowing full well I’ve already lost all control. He plunges his ravenous tongue deeper inside me. He sucks harder and faster.

  “Please lick me and make me come, Nikolaj,” I scream.

  He stops. “Are you begging, Ciara?”

  His question startles me and I try to answer, but I’m so far gone I can’t think straight.

  God, am I actually doing that? I can’t help it. His mouth is so freaking amazing.

  “Yes, I’m begging,” I pant. “Are you happy now?”

  “Not quite.”

  I narrow my eyes and flash the desperate stare of a woman who’s come undone.

  “I haven’t decided yet if I’ll make you come with my tongue or my cock,” he adds before licking me.

  “Ah.” I muffle the sound as he probes me, pressing harder against my clit. He plunges two fingers inside my pussy and one finger inside my ass and I shatter with a cry. “Holy Jesus.” I can’t take this anymore.

  He shoves his fingers deeper inside me as he takes my clit between his lips and he sucks me voraciously.

  “Yes, I’m so close.”

  He stops again.

  “What are you doing? Make me come already,” I scream out.

  “I really like these, but we’re going to have to fly to London soon.”

  Huh?

  He rips my garter belt and stockings before my eyes and I gasp.

  “We’re going to have to buy you a new pair.” He grins. “I told you to never tease me again like you did tonight.” He removes my leg off of his shoulder before getting up. I stifle a moan.

  He takes a step back, pulls out a condom from his pocket and flashes me a devilish look as he yanks down his trousers and throws them across the room. He wraps his massive erection and walks back to me.

  “I want to bang your back against that wall until you think you’re going to pass out, consumed by pain and pleasure.”

  I let out a whimper. “I don’t know if I can handle it, Nikolaj,” I pant. My legs are still trembling from his rough foreplay and I hold on to the wall in attempt to find my balance.

  “Oh, I know you can.” He pulls me closer to him and caresses my ass before parting my legs. He lifts me up, forcing me to wrap myself around him. He takes a step back and slams my body against the wall.

  I gasp for air, reaching out to cling onto something, anything. “Dear God.”

  “Hold on tight, baby. We’re going on a dirty ride.”

  I hold on to him for dear life, squeezing my legs tightly around his waist. He pounds me relentlessly, slamming my back against the wall with each thrust. I grab his hair to slow down his cadence. I grasp it. I yank it. I tug at it. He only bangs me harder.

  “Ohhh.” I clench my pussy tight around his cock as the buildup that precedes a mind-blowing orgasm takes over my body. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

  He slams me harder and grabs my jaw with his free hand and pushes my head against the wall until our eyes meet.

  “If you’re going to come, Ciara, come hard,” he hisses against my mouth.

  I lose it.

  I close my eyes and I let go.

  “Oh, Nikolaj,” I scream as an earth-shattering climax crashes through me.

  I come so hard I think I’m going to lose consciousness.

  This is fucking mind-blowing. I try to catch my breath, but my heart is beating too fast.

  Nikolaj isn’t done with me. He yanks up my limp body closer to his and he pounds harder into me one last time before yelling out my name. He squeezes my ass so tightly he triggers another wave of sweet orgasm.

  “Holy Mother of God.” I drop my forehead against his shoulder and listen to the rhythmic sound of his heavy breathing.

  “Hey, are you okay?” he grunts between breaths.

  I slowly lift
my head and meet his gaze.

  “Yeah. You worked me so hard. I have nothing left.”

  “It’s your fault,” he teases.

  “How so?”

  “Your pussy makes me do bad things,” he pants before crushing my lips with an urgent kiss.

  BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE

  Chapter Nine

  I’m standing in front of the big window with my wet hair wrapped in a towel, admiring the city before it comes alive, while I sip on a latte. It’s seven o’clock in the morning and Nikolaj is still sound asleep.

  I barely got out of bed this morning. My entire body was aching from last night, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  I’m sure someone heard me scream last night. I wouldn’t be surprised if the hotel management left a note under my door later today asking to keep it down tonight.

  I’ve been up for an hour, unable to sleep, listening to his deep peaceful breathing. I’m not used to feeling a warm body next to mine all night long like this.

  I can’t believe how he always manages to sleep over.

  It’s been such a long time since I’ve allowed myself to spend the night with a guy I forgot how safe it feels wrapped in his arms.

  God, I love it when he spoons me.

  Earlier I slid out of bed and ran downstairs to the restaurant to pick up a latte to perk me up, but not even a double shot of espresso can energize this exhausted body. When I returned to the room, I jumped under a hot shower to soothe my aching muscles, but last night was so rough, I’ll be bruised for days.

  That was the best sex of my life—raw, intense and passionate.

  I look at the clock and start the mental countdown.

  In seven hours I’ll finally meet Dr. Echev.

  Hmmm, if he is the sports doctor to the local professional soccer team, he might be able to connect me to a few wealthy players looking to upgrade their décor.

  I don’t normally take on private clients, but a few soccer players could be a fun departure. I’ve made a name for myself by designing the lighting themes for golf clubs’ lounging areas, aprés-ski bars, restaurants, hotels, and private clubs. Individual clients have smaller budgets, but require a lot more work. I made a decision early on in my career to focus on bigger fishes, but Dr. Echev has piqued my curiosity and I’m willing to consider bending my rules for him.

  “Did you also grab me a coffee?” Nikolaj grumbles behind me in a sleepy voice.

  I turn to face him. Damn, he looks good enough to eat in the morning, with his heavy eyes and messy hair. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning to you. Why are you already up? Did I not work you hard enough last night?” he asks, wiping his eyes.

  “If you must know, I can barely walk and I’ll be bruised for days. My back and my thighs are covered in telltale signs.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know how I’m going to explain these marks to the next guy I sleep with. I was really hoping I could hook up with a pretty Spaniard this afternoon.” I grin.

  “Go ahead and waste your time with a short guy with a small dick.” His eyes are sparkling.

  “Good one.”

  “Come on. You and I are a good thing, Ciara.”

  “Hmph.”

  “Sure. Keep denying it. The more you do, the more creative I’ll have to be in the way I make you come.”

  “Oh, I’m going to keep denying then.”

  We both laugh.

  “Come back to bed. I’m not ready to get up yet and your meeting is not for hours.”

  I drop my cup on the desk and walk back to bed. I remove my robe and undo the towel I had wrapped around my head before sliding into bed and snuggling my body next to his.

  “Hey, on a serious note. I wasn’t too rough last night? I mean, we’re both okay with pushing things further, right? I don’t want to feel like I hurt you in any way,” he says, kissing my forehead.

  I love the concern in his eyes. “You were very rough…”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he says, caressing my back.

  “But I like it rough.”

  “All right. I feel better. I was worried my insatiable appetite for you had pushed me too far,” he says, kissing my nose.

  “Nah. I wanted you as much as you wanted me.”

  “I think I wanted you way more,” he says, lifting the sheets, exposing his morning hard-on.

  “Oh, no, you don’t, mister. You’re going to have to jerk yourself off, because your massive cock is not getting inside me for at least two weeks.”

  “Like you’ll be able to live without my cock for two weeks.”

  Damn. I can’t believe how transparent I am to him.

  “What do you want to do this morning?”

  “I’m free until twelve-thirty and then I’ll have to get ready for my meeting. Dr. Echev is sending a car to pick me up at one-thirty.”

  “Good. We should figure out something to do for the next few hours that doesn’t involve sex. I wouldn’t want you to be too tired for your important meeting,” he teases.

  BOOK 2—THE BILLIONAIRE’S DESIRE

  Chapter Ten

  At ten to two the cab drops me in front of Dr. Echev’s office. I glance at my reflection in the window of a shop to make sure I look presentable.

  I prefer jeans and pants, but in the business world, a pair of legs goes a long way. I selected a fitted red sleeveless dress that hits me above the knee, which I paired with the same nude high-heel shoes I wore to dinner last night and a matching nude-colored handbag. I sleeked back my massive head of hair in a neat low chignon to avoid distracting the doctor.

  I look like I mean business and I’m sure I can close this deal within forty minutes.

  When I approach the entrance, I scan the board to find his name. No Dr. James Echev, but I do see a Dr. Diego Echevarria. Could it be his real name?

  A group of young women are leaving the building and hold the door open for me. I grab the elevator to the fourth floor.

  Should I knock or text him to let him know I’m here? I dig my hand inside my bag to pull out my phone, but the door to his office opens. I lift my head surprised and gaze into a pair of eager eyes.

  That must be him.

  A handsome older gentleman greets me with a warm smile.

  “Ms. Herrera. What a pleasure to finally meet in person.”

  Hmmm, have I met him before? “Doctor, the pleasure is mine,” I respond, shaking his hand.

  My God, Meghan was right. This man is smoking hot. He’s very tall, fit and he’s extremely attractive. His eyes are so blue and it’s such a contrast against his darker skin.

  “Please come in and have a seat.”

  What a sexy accent. “Thank you.” I wonder if he has a son who looks half as good as he does?

  “Thank you so much for being willing to fly to Spain to meet with me. I know how busy you are and it’s an honor you’d make the time.”

  “Please, the honor is mine. I love working with international clients.” Especially when they are as generous as you are.

  “You’re a beautiful woman and those photos on the cover of the British newspapers a few months ago don’t do you justice. I say newspapers loosely. They are rags in the true meaning of the word for defaming your reputation.”

  I fully expect a flirtatious glance like the ones I’ve gotten from so many of the other potential clients who contacted me after the royal scandal, but Dr. James Echev is dead serious.

  “Well, thank you for being so supportive. I’m still so embarrassed by these photos.” Those eyes are insane.

  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. These sharks invaded your privacy and captured an act that is best kept between lovers.” There’s so much indignation in his voice, it’s as if he’s taking this personally.

  I have to change the subject. “I’m sorry, Dr. Echev. I might be wrong, but on the board, I couldn’t find your name, but I did find a Dr. Echevarria.”

  “You’re a smart one.” He smi
les.

  I’d totally remember these eyes had we met before, but something about him is so familiar and it’s driving me crazy because I can’t put my finger on it.

  “Diego is so much more complicated than James and don’t get me started on my last name. In fact, Diego means James in English, so it made sense to use the Anglicized version of my name,” he says. “Most of my friends and acquaintances in America and in the U.K. know me by my Americanized name. It’s so much easier.”

  “Of course, everything makes perfect sense now. I always make sure to do research on potential clients before our meeting, but I couldn’t find anything on you. I always like to come prepared.”

  “You are a sharp businesswoman. May I offer you some coffee? My assistant is gone for the day and I’ll be honest, technology and I don’t mix, so I can barely operate this Nespresso machine, but I can do my best. I got us some local desserts and I thought we might get to know each other a little bit better before talking business.”

  “What a lovely idea. I would very much appreciate a cup. I can help with the coffee if you’d like,” I say, standing up.

  “Please, sit. This is Spain, Ciara. You’re my guest and I can’t possibly ask you to serve the coffee. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  When Diego leaves, I scour the room trying to find out more about this dashing Spaniard. His walls are covered with photos of his professional soccer player patients. I don’t know as much about the sport as other sports like basketball and tennis, but these all look like top players to me.

  A black and white photo catches my attention. I get up closer to study it better. Could this be him? A gorgeous young player with long curls smiles at me and I can’t help but wonder if the player looking at me isn’t the same person fetching coffee. Was he a professional player?

  “Ah, you’re looking at an ancient photo, my dear.”

  I turn around and see Dr. Echevarria carrying a tray with two espressos and a plate of pastries. I look up at him and recognize the piercing eyes. That’s him.

  “Please come and enjoy our little snack.” He gestures for me to sit back down at my seat.

  “Were you a soccer player?”

  “God. Ages ago,” he says, frowning and shaking his head. “I keep the photos as a reminder of my youth. I was only twenty years old on the one you were looking at and I was already a professional football player. I’m sorry, I forget you call the game soccer in America.”