Shattered: A Billionaire Romance Series (Contemporary Romance Novels)

by Love, Michelle

  Lucas hissed at the sound and raked his teeth across my skin. “I’ve dreamed of the sounds you would make when I pleasured you. When I fucked you,” he muttered. “Everything about you makes me so goddamn hard.”

  He added a second finger and stroked deep inside me. My legs weakening, I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his shoulders and try to hang on as he continued to wreak havoc on my body.

  “Lucas,” I whispered. “If you don’t stop…I’m going to…God, we haven’t even started…please…” I panted, but when his thumb circled my sensitive nub, I lost all control. Burying my head in his shoulders, I cried out as my body convulsed around him. I was embarrassed by how easily my body had responded to him and upset that it was already over.

  Suddenly, his hands swept under me and easily lifted me in the air. When he laid me down on the bed, I took a deep breath. He’d obviously keep going until he’d found his own pleasure, and I needed to prepare myself. It had been rare for my ex-boyfriend to make me come before he’d even entered me, but when it did happen, sex was almost painful.

  “Sloan,” he said in a low voice. “Why do you suddenly look upset? Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” I said with a forced smile. “I can handle it.”

  His face was full of concern as he leaned over me and slowly stroked my cheek with his finger. “Baby, I know I said that I might be rough, but I’m not going to hurt you. If you’re not ready, we can stop.”

  It was sweet of him to give me an option, but I wasn’t going to stop just because I had some issues with sex. “I want to keep going. I’m just a little nervous. It’s been a while.”

  “You look more than nervous, my sweet. Let me see if I can make you feel more at ease.” There was a wicked look on his face as his hands slid up my thighs and pulled my dress up. I lifted my hips and then my back and shoulders as he slipped it off my head. Completely naked and feeling vulnerable, I tried to cover myself, but he quickly pinned my arms to the side.

  His eyes darkened considerably as he gazed at me. “Let me see you, Sloan. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see this. God, you are absolute perfection.”

  There was something in the way he looked at me, but I felt my body warm despite my hesitation. He let go of my wrist and trailed a hand down my throat and over the swell of my breast. I arched against his touch and felt my body reawaken.

  “You like that?” he asked softly as he bent down. “What about this?” Running a tongue over my erect nipple, he pulled another deep moan from me. Before too long, I was bucking against him. I desperately wished he was naked, but I couldn’t help rubbing my pussy against the cock still restrained in his pants. “It seems that you do.”

  His head slid down my body as he licked a path to my sex. I saw his intentions, and quickly grabbed his head. If he fucked me with his tongue, I’d come again, and I wouldn’t have anything left to give him.

  “Please,” I muttered as I forced his head up. “Just fuck me. I’m ready.”

  Lucas’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just deny me?”

  “I’m ready, Lucas. Please. I’m ready for you.”

  Sliding off the bed, he began to unbutton his shirt. “Touch yourself,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  My cheeks reddened. I had never done that in front of anyone. When I didn’t quickly follow his command, his hands stilled. “Sloan. Do it. Touch yourself.”

  Afraid that he’d stop and I’d never feel him inside me, I slowly moved a hand down my body until I could lightly strum my clit. There was something forbidden about having his eyes on me while I played, and it only made me hotter. My hips twisted under my touch, and I bit down on my bottom lip. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please hurry.”

  “You can stop.” He stood naked by the bed, and every fantasy in my head hadn’t even come close to reality. Every inch of his skin seemed to beg for my touch. Hard sculpted muscles, skin smooth and taut. His erection was, to say the least, impressive.

  He covered my body with his and kissed me with a desperate urgency. As I spread my legs, his erection rubbed against me until I could take no more. “Lucas,” I begged. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”

  Without another word, he slid inside me with a grunt and immediately stilled.

  God. He stretched and filled me, and I gasped.

  “Sloan,” he hissed. “Hold still. Let me have a minute.”

  I froze under him and closed my eyes. I’d never felt anything like it. “Are you…?”

  “Not yet,” he hissed. I saw the sweat forming on his forehead. He was straining to stay in control and not push the rest of his cock inside me. Slowly, I rocked my body just a little. I liked the way he felt, and I wanted all of him.

  “Fuck, Sloan,” he moaned. “Baby, you have to stop. You’re too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Don’t hold back. I can take it. I need you.” I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. The more I rocked, the deeper he slid until he released a guttural moan and lifted my knees as he finally sank all the way home.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I leaned up and licked the sweat from his skin as he started to pump his hips. Although he tried to be slow and easy, we were too far gone for that. Soon, he was hammering inside me.

  Flames licked my body as the tension grew inside me. I wanted to touch and kiss him, but I could do nothing but let him control me, twist me, and move me as he pleased. When he sucked my breast into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the nipple, I arched helplessly under him. Sex had never felt like this before, and I was almost afraid to climax.

  Gasping and panting, I gripped the bars of the headboard and held on to it as it slammed into the wall.

  Faster. Deeper. I was so close. “Lucas,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come. Fuck. I don’t know.”

  “I’ve got you,” he moaned. “Come, baby. I want to feel you around my cock.”

  He covered my mouth with his and swallowed my scream as I lost all control of my body. Growing almost rigid under him, I tightened my legs around his waist in an effort to keep him inside me as I careened over the edge of chaos. My toes curled, and my nails dug into his back. I’d leave marks, but he didn’t seem to care.

  “Fuck. Sloan. Ah, God,” he moaned as he suddenly slammed hard inside me and grunted. I felt him spill his seed until finally, he slumped over me, nothing but dead weight and complete and utter satisfaction.

  I didn’t give a damn how heavy he was. As I tried to catch my breath, I traced my fingers over his back like an old lover familiar with every curve of his body.

  Finally, he lifted his head and stared at me. “You want to tell me what the hell that was?” he asked accusingly.

  Surprised, my eyes widened. Why was he mad? “What do you mean? Is there something wrong with me?”

  “With you?” he laughed hollowly. “Your body is nothing but an addiction waiting to happen. But I wanted to taste you, and you stopped me. Why?”

  Embarrassed, I tried to wiggle out from under him, but he kept me trapped. “Sloan,” he said warningly.

  “I don’t usually orgasm more than once,” I admitted finally. “It can make sex a little uncomfortable for me.”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “Ah, baby. You are so sweet and so innocent.”

  He rolled us over until I was sprawled out on top of him. As if on instinct, my legs fell apart and I straddled him. His hands immediately started to stoke my side and ass. I couldn’t even believe it as I started to grow wet again. He dug his finger into my ass cheeks and slowly forced my body to slide over him.

  “You don’t ever have to worry about that,” he whispered. “I’ll train your body to be wet just by my mere presence. A single word. A memory.”

  I shivered and stared at him. Was that the kind of woman I wanted to be? At the mercy of a man who could make me wet with a single word? It troubled me, but I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction. He stirred and hardened, and I couldn’t help but shake my head.r />
  “You’re ready?” I whispered. “Again?”

  “And that’s my problem with you,” he hissed. “I’m always ready for you.”

  Before I could decide what to do with that, he slid inside me and chased away all my logic.

  When he touched me, stroked me, kissed me, and filled me, I couldn’t deny him anything. I was his.

  Chapter Two

  Lucas

  I stood at the large windows of my office and looked down below. The city continued as if nothing had happened. Cars sped along the streets and honked angrily at each other. People scurried back and forth, desperate to reach their destinations in time. Everything was the same as yesterday and the day before.

  Except for me. I was hardly the same. The object of my desire had been in my bed all night, and I’d thought my obsession would finally abate. Slake my desire, and I’d be able to satisfy my curiosity.

  Sloan was gone the next morning. She’d slipped out of my bed after only a few hours of sleep and asked my driver to take her home. She hadn’t even said goodbye.

  It was rare that a woman voluntarily left my bed. Rarer even still that a woman didn’t call afterwards for round two.

  I don’t know if it was my pride or my confusion that kept me from calling her. Even after slating my desire twice in one night, she was still on my mind. She hovered about in my dreams. She flitted across every thought.

  Sloan controlled my body even when she wasn’t there. It was maddening. Even worse, I couldn’t help but suspect that she didn’t feel the same.

  “For the love of God, Montgomery, your secretary has been calling you for five minutes. What the hell is wrong with you?”

  I turned suddenly to see Howard Steinburg, my vice president, frowning at me from the doorway. Annoyed that Sloan was once again keeping me from work, I forced a smile. “Sorry,” I muttered. “A lot on my mind.”

  “When the hell were you going to tell me that there was a bug in the conference room?” he growled. His face was red with anger. Steinburg was pushing retirement age although he never discussed stepping down. I always had the feeling he’d keel over from a heart attack before he let that happen.

  “I’m trying to keep it as quiet as possible,” I said mildly as I sat down.

  “You should have told me.”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything.” My voice was low and hard. Although I hated to do it, sometimes I had to remind Steinburg that he worked for me and not the other way around. He was a brilliant businessman, and I paid him an obscene amount of money to work for me, but he was a man of control. I knew he thought of me as a son, and he only bothered me when he also thought of himself as a boss.

  My boss.

  There was an awkward moment of silence before he visibly relaxed. “Damn it, Lucas. Don’t you trust me?”

  “It had never even crossed my mind that you would be a mole.” I leaned back in my chair and cocked my head. “But you were focusing on a major overhaul in the legal department, and I didn’t want to add this to your work pile. Torrence is handling it. This is why he works for me.”

  Steinburg narrowed his eyes. “Torrence was hired to head your security department. Since when does that extend to investigating?”

  “Torrence has many talents.” I rocked gently in my chair. It wasn’t really the time or place to go into Torrence’s abilities.

  “Fine,” he grunted and slumped into the chair. “And what is Torrence doing about it?”

  “Narrowing down the pool of suspects. I’ll let you know if there is anything worth telling. Was there any other reason you decided to storm my office?”

  “This kidnapping business that happened over the weekend. The woman is all right?”

  The woman was driving me insane. “She’s fine,” I muttered.

  “And you have no idea who the perpetrators were?”

  I rolled my shoulders. “The detective called me yesterday. Their bank accounts showed that someone paid them, but they’re not talking. They’d rather rot in prison than reveal the name of whoever paid them.”

  “You think someone might try again?”

  “They’d be a fool,” I retorted. “My security is far too vigilant for that.”

  “Any idea why they targeted the woman? She could have been involved. Prey on your weaknesses for pretty women. Take a cut of the money.”

  Anger surged through me, but I kept a lid on my temper. Sloan was a weakness that I was not ready to admit to just yet, but I sure as hell didn’t want anyone suspecting her of anything. She was completely innocent. In more ways than one. “She was researched at length. Torrence and the police have cleared her of any wrongdoing.”

  “So you’re done with her?”

  I heard the underlying suspicion in his words. “What exactly are you asking me, Steinburg? You’ve never given a damn about my private life before,” I said softly.

  He studied me for a few minutes before shrugging. “I don’t give a damn. Your father never let personal relationships get in the way of his success, and I’m sure you won’t do the same.”

  Snorting, I shook my head. “I own an international company, Steinburg. I’ve already achieved success.”

  “Don’t think it can’t be taken from you, my boy. Even Rome fell in a single day.”

  I looked at him sharply as he rose, but I couldn’t decide if he was threatening me or warning me. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to know you think she has that much power.”

  “I don’t think she has that much power, Montgomery. I just know how much power a man can give when they’re thinking with their cock instead of their head,” he said coldly. “The company is a success because you are always in complete control.”

  He wasn’t wrong. I enjoyed women quite frequently, but my thoughts never strayed past morning. At work, I was focused. At night, I could play.

  “Is that all?” I said with great restraint. This wasn’t a conversation I was prepared to have.

  He shifted uneasily and nodded. It was obvious that he had more to say but was afraid to push the envelope. Instead, he rose and smoothed a hand over his shirt. “Keep me informed, Montgomery.”

  “If I feel that’s necessary, I will.” I didn’t bother getting up or showing him to the door. I didn’t care if it was rude. I was unhappy with his accusations, and I wanted him to know it.

  When I was left alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t help but replay the scene again in my head. Steinburg wasn’t one to overstep his bounds often. Just what had gotten into him today?

  I asked my secretary, Cecilia, if she could page Torrence to my office. There had been some heavy flirting between the two of them lately, but I tried not to concern myself with it. Torrence was a hard man to love, and while Cecilia had love to give in spades, her main focus was always on her kids. So if she wanted to indulge in some harmless flirting at work, it wasn’t my business.

  Half an hour before my next meeting, Torrence entered the office. Tall and broad, Torrence had a few visible scars from his time in the military and perhaps twice as many invisible scars. He was a rugged and hardened man with a dark past, but I trusted him with my life.

  He’d worked for my father for several years before I hired him, and although I considered him a friend, his past was so classified that I couldn’t even begin to investigate it. Not that I would.

  If there was one person that I trusted in this world, it was Drew Torrence.

  “You rang,” he said with a yawn as he walked in. Plopping himself on the couch rather than the chair, he groaned and rolled his head around.

  “Long night?” I asked dryly.

  “Long weekend. It wasn’t easy getting information about your would-be kidnappers from the detective and even harder trying to figure out what the hell happened. These aren’t professionals who are maintaining their loyalties. They’re so amateur that if I held a gun to their heads, they’d piss their pants. Whoever they are protecting scares the shit out of them, and that’s never a good thing.”
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  I leaned back and frowned. “You think this plot to extort money from me and the mole are connected?”

  “I think there isn’t enough information about either to come to any conclusions. One would definitely distract you from the other, but the only other way I can see a connection is if the mole wanted to blackmail you for money. If that were the case, I would have thought that we would have heard something by now. How’s the woman?”

  “Sloan is fine,” I said shortly.

  “She spent the weekend with you.”

  Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. “She spent one night with me.”

  Drew narrowed his eyes and studied me for a minute before bursting out laughing. “My God, man. It bothers you that she didn’t stay the weekend. What happened? Did she slip out without saying goodbye and now your feelings are hurt?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped angrily. “A one-night stand is just fine with me.”

  “So Steinburg storming out of your office and muttering that the woman had you by the balls has nothing to do with Sloan?” I shot him a startled look, and he smiled coyly. “Cecelia knows all.”

  “Steinburg needs to keep his fucking mouth shut. I’ve made him a rich man, and he needs to keep his opinions out of my personal life. And Cecelia needs to —”

  Torrence held up his hands and interrupted me. “Whoa. Easy, boy. Take a breath and check that temper. If you piss Cecelia off, she’ll leave and your life will be in shambles. You wouldn’t be able to find your arm pit without that woman, and you know it. If Steinburg is concerned, he’s not wrong. You need to get your personal life in order before it affects your professional life.”

  “My personal life is in order,” I said icily. “I wanted her. I had her. End of story.”

  “So you don’t plan to see her again?”

  The right answer would have been, yes. I had no plans to see her again. The honest answer was that if she walked through the door right now, I’d bend her over the desk and slide into her sexy little body until we were both breathless. “If the urge arises, I won’t deny myself the pleasure of having her again,” I said finally. “What’s the next step in identifying the mole?”