“You’re joking, right? There’s no way this is two thousand five hundred dollars per bottle.” I nearly hyperventilate.
He doesn’t even bother to respond. He simply nods.
“Is this the most expensive champagne out there?”
“Nah,” he replies casually.
“What do you mean? There’s more expensive than this?”
“Yup. I was trying to get my hands on a few cases of the Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon Charles & Diana 1961 when they did a re-release, but it was impossible to get. Even at four thousand three hundred dollars per bottle they were sold out in a flash.”
I stare at him, incredulous about what he’s just shared. I can’t even start to imagine spending this much on champagne.
“Well, in that case, I’ll make sure to enjoy and appreciate every drop.” I finish off my glass.
He bursts out laughing at my expression. “I’ve worked hard for this money, Sofia. I’m not one of those rich kids who had a silver spoon in his mouth and a billion-dollar company handed to him when he turned twenty-one. I’ve shared with you my many failures and I’ve struggled a lot to get to this point, but I’ve finally arrived and I make sure to enjoy my billions.”
I can’t blame him. If I had his level of success and I worked for it, I’d also gladly enjoy it.
“My mentor told me no matter how much you earn, always give back. I’ve taken his advice to heart and I’ve always given back to projects that enrich people’s lives. I know what it means to go without and now I can help people who were born in countries where clean water is still a luxury.”
A billionaire with a heart. He sounds so incredibly sexy right now.
“The more I know you, the more you impress me.”
“I didn’t share my story to impress you, Sofia. I shared this part of me with you because I don’t make excuses for having money and I don’t make excuses for lavishing the people I love with the best this world has to offer.” He reaches out to caress my cheek as he leans in closer.
My lips part at the force of his kiss. I taste the sweetness of the champagne on his lips.
“You looked way too sexy for a meeting this morning,” he says, parting from my lips to gaze into my eyes.
“Technically, I didn’t know I’d be having a meeting with you and your team. I threw on that jade dress to have breakfast with my sister—not for a briefing at your office. Had I known I’d be summoned, I would have had the decency to wear a bra.” I fully expect a reaction from him.
He coughs. “You weren’t wearing a bra?” He narrows his blue eyes before raising his eyebrows as he sizes me up. He smiles as he combs back his thick head of hair with his masculine hands.
“No. I usually don’t because the pleated front panel hides everything, even when I get excited or cold and my nipples start protruding through the fabric.” I grin.
“You’re a bad girl for toying with me like this, Sofia.”
“What?” I ask in an innocent voice. “You’re the one who started this.”
“You’re right, and I’ll make sure to finish you off nicely.” His eyes flash dangerously as he pulls me near him.
“So are you going to fuck me slow or hard and fast tonight?”
He doesn’t bother answering. He stands up, pulls me out of my chair and yanks me over his shoulder. I feel like such a lightweight when he lifts me up so effortlessly like this. He crosses his penthouse in the direction of his bedroom.
“I thought we weren’t going to make it to the bedroom,” I say provocatively.
“Hush, woman. I’m reserving my strength to fuck you hard for being so cocky tonight.” He punctuates his sentence by slapping my ass.
When we arrive in his room, I fully expect he’ll throw my body down on the mattress and pounce on me like a tiger, but instead he delicately drops me on my feet.
“That’s it?” I dare to ask.
He grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me close to his body. His erection presses against my body, hard and ready, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He slowly peels off my t-shirt before unhooking my matching yellow bra, allowing my erect nipples some relief.
“Ahhh,” I moan, as he squeezes my nipples with his fingers.
He drums his fingers down my stomach before sliding his hands under my tight jeans in search of some pleasure. He rips off my denims, frustrated by the tightness of my jeans, which prevents him from accessing my wetness. He pushes his finger deep inside me before removing it slowly and licking off my juices.
“You taste so sweet. Now take the panties off,” he commands.
I wiggle my way out of my yellow lace thong as he rips off his tie, shirt and pants. I reach out to touch his warm skin. My fingers run down to his waist to pull down his boxer briefs, revealing his massive erection.
“I want to put your cock deep inside my mouth, suck you and make you come inside my warm mouth.” I’m too short without my heels to read his expression, but I know from the way he tugs at my hair he’s as turned on as I am.
“Sofia.” My name is a low growl, a warning and a promise all wrapped into one word.
He reaches to grab my ass and pulls me up. I straddle him and cling onto him tightly. The bright New York City lights allow me to see his eyes roaring with heat and I know it’s more than a promise. Bryce will dominate me and leave my pussy begging for more.
I press my lips to his. My tongue caresses his lips, demanding they part for me, and I slide my tongue in search of his. Our tongues meet in a heated and sensual exchange. I’ve never wanted him as much as I want him now. I desperately need the sweet release Bryce can provide me.
I reach down and grab his erect cock in my hand. I’m in an awkward position and can’t satisfy him by expertly stroking his shaft, but I can hold him and feel his masculinity as our tongues dance. He picks up on my cue and slowly sways his hips as I grip his cock tighter, stroking roughly because of my tricky position.
He lowers me, lays me on the bed and spreads my legs wide. I immediately reach out to grab his cock and bring it to my throbbing pussy. He grabs my hand, forcing his cock to rub against my hardening clit.
“God, that feels so good,” I moan.
He slides his other hand down my thigh. My juices coat his hand the second he reaches for my pussy, and when my body trembles, I dig my fingers into his forearms.
“Christ,” he groans as he tilts his head back.
There’s something different about my desire for him tonight. This new level of passion is pure, raw and unapologetic. Every single time he takes me, he removes one layer of what I thought I knew about myself.
He stops moving and breathes heavily. He moves my hand aside, grabs his cock and slides it deep inside me. He grabs my hips to steady my body and pounds into me hard and fast. His rhythm is nearly frantic, as if this was our first night together. There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way our skin slaps together and my cries are swallowed by his hungry kisses.
He rams through me until my body caves in. I hit my orgasmic peak with a moan as I drag my fingernails down his back. He rides me until he reaches his own release, slamming into me one more time before withdrawing his cock and placing it on top of my stomach. He comes all over my body as he let out another roar. He reaches down and rubs his cream all over my stomach before extending his finger towards my mouth. I open without hesitation and lick his finger first and then his entire hand.
“Come on, let’s take a shower together,” he says as he pulls me onto my feet.
We stand under the showerhead, intertwined. He runs his fingers through my wet hair. My eyes are closed as I feel the gentleness of his kiss on my lips. I feel so completely in love with him. I thought I had fallen in love in the past, but never like this. Bryce owns me, it’s like I’m branded to him. When I’m with him, nothing else matters and when we’re apart, my heart aches for us to be together again.
After our shower, I run to his room and jump back into my yellow lace bra and panties. He walks in
the room as I’m about to grab my tee shirt and jeans.
“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m starved. Let’s go see what we can find in my fridge and then I’ll fuck you again.” He shoots a wicked smirk my way, and my cheeks flush. “What, you didn’t think I’d be satisfied with only one round after all this talk of you not wearing a bra for our morning meeting, did you?” He grabs my hand and drags me to the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you’re going to eat naked and I’m shocked you’re forcing me to eat in my underwear.”
“I’m naked so you’ll know when I’m ready for you again.” He winks at me and flashes me a smile. “Blushing?”
I lower my eyes, still unable to get used to how much this guy’s so into me. “Yes, Bryce. You make me blush. Your appetite for me always surprises me.”
“I happen to enjoy being with you in every possible way, Sofia. I suggest you get used to it,” he says, looking down at me with his piercing blue eyes.
Bryce is a master at reheating food, but that’s as far as his culinary skills go. I’m amused observing him maneuver in his own kitchen like a guest in someone’s home. Since he wasn’t the one to unpack his belongings from Silicon Valley, he’s forced to play the guessing game to find out where his housekeeper stored things.
“You really have people do everything for you, don’t you?”
“I can afford that luxury. I amuse you, don’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll have this entire place figured out within the next seventy-two hours.”
I laugh and grab the plate of warm food he hands me. “Thank you, sir.”
“I hate microwaves, but man, can I ever reheat on this stovetop.”
“You make me laugh.”
He holds my gaze and I can tell his mood has changed.
“What?”
“Is this underwear set something I got you in Paris?” He’s suddenly very fascinated by my yellow bra.
“No, you didn’t pick a yellow set. I bought this in Puerto Rico during my last business trip with Dennis. I love how Latina women never shy away from bright colors. It’s harder to find this color here in New York.”
“I love how transparent the bra is because it shows off your perfect nipples.”
“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to even have time to take a bite of this food?”
“Right now, I’d rather eat your pussy than a plate of food and I’m pretty sure my cock would be a whole lot more satisfying.”
His eyes are devouring my breasts as he circles the granite island that separates us. As he walks towards me, his erection is unmistakably ready and impressive.
“Baby, I want you,” he murmurs, his eyes hot and his voice silky.
I concede without a fight because it’s obvious that food is the last thing on his mind right now. I press my face into his neck and wrap my arms around him. He gently lifts me off the bench and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses along my face and neck, each kiss softer than the last one. It is dramatically different from the kisses we shared thirty minutes ago in his bedroom.
“Where are we going?” I ask, as I feel him moving.
“Where do you think?”
“Are we going to the bedroom again? Are you becoming predictable, Mr. Van Der Linden? What’s wrong with fucking me right here in the kitchen?”
“Is that a challenge, Ms. Herrera?” He stops dead in his tracks and drops me on my feet. “What’s going on tonight, Sofia? You’re so much bolder than usual and you’re forcing me to punish you for demanding too much of me.”
“You can’t perform under pressure, is that it?” I gently smack his stomach.
“Oh, I can perform under any conditions and you should know that by now.”
His smile flashes before he grabs my face and his lips crush mine. The urgency in this kiss is a stark contrast to the gentle way he kissed me a few minutes ago and it makes me want him even more.
I reach down for his cock and lightly rub my thumb over the slippery head and he moans. I get down on my knees and take all of him into my mouth.
“Take me in deeper,” he orders, as he pushes the back of my head with both hands.
I suck his cock with voracious appetite as I hold on tight to his ass cheeks for balance. I reach out to grab his balls, but his hand captures mine.
“I don’t want you to make me come with your mouth. I want to come inside you.”
He grabs me, places me on the granite counter and covers my mouth with hot kisses as he pushes my body down.
“How much do you want me, Sofia?”
“Enough to beg to feel your cock inside me,” I murmur.
“I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Bryce, please, I need you inside me.” I reach out to pull him closer to me.
He slides his cock inside me without ever removing my panties and then he leans towards me. I feel the weight of his warm body against me. I’m a prisoner beneath his muscular body, my bare ass against the iciness of the granite counter, while he sways back and forth between my legs.
He stops his gyration to run his fingers down my legs and they quickly find my aching, wet node. He rubs my clit through my panties, forcing my body to respond to his sensual touch.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“I thought you wanted me to be a little edgier tonight? How many times do I have to tell you to be careful what you wish for because I’ll give it to you in spades?”
“I want you, Bryce.”
“You do? Do you want me to make you come with my fingers, my lips or do you want me to fuck you so hard that the contact of our bodies will stimulate your clit to orgasm?”
“Huh?” I ask, panting.
“Which part of my question didn’t you understand?”
“I have to choose? Why can’t I have all three?”
“You’re going to have to choose, baby, or I’ll choose for you.”
“I’ll let you choose,” I reply, as I arch my back from his touch.
“Good answer, and there’s nothing I love more than seeing your body taken over by an orgasm.”
“Make me come,” I whisper, as I tilt my head back on the granite counter.
“You can count on it, baby,” he breathes, grinding his cock against my throbbing walls.
He pushes deeper every time he sways his hips inside me. Each merciless thrust is harder than the last.
I pull at his back with my free hand and push his body deeper inside me. The heat from his penetration sends a shockwave through my entire being that makes me shiver with carnal desire. He pinches my nipple hard and rolls it between his fingers as he looks down on me, his eyes filled with primal rawness.
“Fuck,” he roars, as he climaxes.
The sensation of his balls drumming against my ass as he climaxes feels incredible. The pounding while I rub my sensitive clit sends me into an explosive orgasm. I lie there on his granite countertop indulging in an out-of-this-world release that leaves me weak and utterly satisfied. I close my eyes to savor every drop of orgasm number two.
Chapter 6
His phone wakes us up the next morning. He grabs it and answers with the same calmness as he would have had he just finished his morning coffee.
“What are you talking about?” he yells at the phone as he sits up straight in bed. “That scumbag will not escape us, Misty. I don’t care if he’s not Brad Keller and he’s really a Chechen dissident. Find that Vladislav whatever his unpronounceable last name is. I can’t believe he left the country only four days ago. We were so close.”
When I hear those last words, I instantly panic. Brad Keller isn’t Brad Keller? Who stole my money then?
“We’ll need a shark of a judge who can get us papers quickly. Leave it with me. I’ll have to make some calls. It seems like the only way we can get the asshole back on American soil is for me to call my brother. I’ll get back to you before lunch.”
What? Chechen dissident? Brad is not Brad? Bryce has a brother? What’s going on?
“Bryce, I�
�m very worried. What’s this about Brad Keller being from the Chechen Republic?” I ask with faint calmness.
“I didn’t want to alarm you, but we spoke to NYPD a few days ago and they informed us that they’d been trailing a guy who looks dangerously close to the photos you gave me. The only confusion was the name of the individual—we know him as Brad Keller, but the police know him as a Russian mobster. The NYPD has been following a guy who was deeply involved with some Russian bad guys. His level of involvement was too deep for him to be American. The Russian mob only trusts their own. Therefore, chances were that Brad Keller was a Russian passing as an American.”
“Oh my God. The business partner who stole my money has ties to the Russian mob?” I think I’m going to pass out. This cannot be happening to me.
“The NYPD investigators are fairly certain of this fact and it explains a lot. We were puzzled because you never mentioned anything about Brad not being American, but since we couldn’t find any traces of him in New York until three years ago, we started looking into other databases across the country, and it was impossible to find your Brad Keller with the social security and driver license numbers he gave you when the two of you became partners. We couldn’t find Brad Keller because his birth name doesn’t match. All of his legal papers are under Vladislav. Please don’t ask me to pronounce his last name. I don’t even remember what Misty told me.”
“This is not good. I knew he was secretive, but I never could have imagined he was involved with people who could have killed me.”
“Yeah, the Russian mob never plays nice.”
“Bryce, you talked about your brother? You’ve never mentioned a brother before. I assumed you were an only child.”
“My baby sister died of a drug overdose at twenty-one and the story between my brother and I is still a sore topic for me.”
“I see. I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be sorry. My parents died two years ago. They passed away a few months apart. My dad went first. After his death, my mom didn’t see the point in living without him. They’d been together since they were teenagers. It was so tragic to see her so sad and alone, but to be honest, since the death of my sister, my mother had never been the same.”
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