The Billionaire's Trap

by Brooke Kinsley

  The Billionaire’s Trap

  (A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance)

  Brooke Kinsley

  Copyright © 2016 by Brooke Kinsley

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses per law

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."-dr seuss

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  Contents

  Be In The Know

  Description

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  About The Author

  Description

  John Batista, a sex crazed billionaire carries out his cruel research in his home laboratory. But his last victim has escaped, and he’ll do anything to stop him telling the truth…

  As Cassie bonds with the man with the terrifying story, things begin to heat up. As she spends more and more time questioning him, she can’t deny the attraction between them. Will she risk her job just for a few moments of pleasure? And will the murderous billionaire catch up with his lost victim?

  Meanwhile Cassie and her partner are working undercover, sent to do surveillance on a known crack house, the last thing she expects to see is a car speed up the street and crash right into it. The driver, injured and bloody, only has one thing to say before he loses consciousness…

  “The others…”

  As he awakes in hospital and begins to tell a peculiar tale of being held hostage and tortured, Cassie is reluctant to believe him, but that’s until she realizes he’s not the only one.

  Chapter One

  The bar was almost enveloped in darkness. Cassie wouldn't have been able to see the other side of the room if it wasn't for the overhead light that flickered red. She was grateful she couldn't see any more of the place, and could only imagine what dirt and grime was hidden beneath the blackness.

  A jukebox sat in the corner behind her playing hits from the seventies. She recognized some of the songs from her childhood when her father would play Deep Purple and headbang around the living room. As she took a sip of her scotch she smiled to herself. Those were simple times.

  "A penny for your thoughts," the bartender leaned over.

  "Eh?" she looked up, confused as to why he’d be talking to her.

  "You look lost in thought," he said as he rested his elbows on the bar.

  "Yeah," she nodded. "Just reminiscing."

  "Nice," he smiled, exposing one gold tooth at the front of his mouth. "So... I don't mean to pry or sound cheesy or anything but... What are you doing in a place like this?"

  She knocked back the last of her drink and slid her empty glass over to him.

  "I'm not sure," she ran a hand through her hair. "I left work looking for adventure. Now I'm not so sure."

  Glancing around the dismal bar again, she saw she was one of only two customers. An old guy sat propped up against the back wall. Every few minutes he'd grumble to himself and close his eyes then gulp back his beer. Cassie scrunched up her face as she looked at him. She wasn't anywhere near him but she could tell he smelled bad.

  "Yeah," the bartender continued. "You don't look like our usual clientele."

  It was then, as she reached for the wallet in her inside pocket that he noticed a flash of metal. Her badge, it glinted off the lights and made him nervous.

  "I didn't realize you were a cop!" he took a step back.

  "Don't worry, I'm off duty. If you wanna know the truth I've had a real shit day and I just wanted to hide somewhere and get a drink in a place no one recognized me. I like being by myself sometimes," she placed a ten dollar bill on the bar.

  "Tell you what," he filled up her glass before pushing the money back to her. "It's on the house."

  "Thanks," she gave him a skeptical look but took a sip anyway.

  "So... Are you like a detective or something?" he asked.

  "Yep," she gazed behind him at the clock on the wall.

  It was late. She had to be up in only five hours but she didn't feel much like going home let alone going to sleep.

  "Have been for two years now."

  "You're too pretty to be a cop," he blurted out and regretted being so forward, looking to the floor as he hoped she hadn't heard.

  "I get that a lot," she said with a hint of haughtiness. "I don't know what people expect female cops to look like but they're always surprised to see me," she smiled and tucked her blonde hair behind her ear with a manicured finger.

  She looked to the bartender. He wasn't ugly. In his younger years, he was probably quite a heartbreaker. With high cheekbones and a shock of jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, she thought he was quite handsome, in a mature way. Yet, it was obvious he hadn't cared for himself. His stomach hung a couple inches over his belt and any muscle tone that once existed in his torso and arms was now long gone with his old navy tattoos becoming faded and saggy. But there was something about him she liked. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but he possessed an unusual quality, mixing kindness with an older man's sense of rebellion.

  "I like your tats," she pointed to his forearm.

  A portrait of a pinup girl was etched across his skin.

  "Thanks," he blushed and rubbed at his arm. "That was one of my first ones."

  "What's your name anyway?" she asked as she finished her second drink.

  She couldn't help but notice he was more attractive the more she drank.

  "Howard," he scratched the back of his neck and smiled.

  "I'm Cassie," she reached out a hand and traced a finger down his arm.

  As she reached his hand she noticed the wedding ring that was set deep into his ring finger. It looked as though it had been there for years and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

  "So you're married?"

  He nodded.

  "It was our twentieth last week."

  "Oh... Congratulations, I guess," she made a weak attempt to hide her disappointment. "So I guess you're not looking to have some fun then..." she slid off the stool and grabbed her bag.

  "Hey... I didn't say that!"

  She paused and turned back, looked him up and down and narrowed her eyes. They looked at one another for an extended moment as Howard's heart raced. He couldn't remember the last time a woman paid him some attention let alone hit on him. Somewhere at the back of his mind he was worried it was some sort of practical joke but as he looked into her eyes, he could see she was being genuine.

  "You'd really go home with someone like me?" he asked.

  "You mean a dashing, bad boy covered in tattoos? Sure! You're my type," she winked.

  His heart beat a little fa
ster.

  "I don't normally do this," he said.

  "I do," she grabbed his hand, rubbing his wedding ring with her thumb. "I know just how to have a good time."

  He looked down at his ring. He loved his wife, that much was sure, but when was the last time they'd gone a day without bickering? And he definitely couldn't remember a time when they'd made love like they did in the early days. He'd yearned for excitement, for the feeling of being desired.

  "Ok..." he threw his towel down on the bar, "Just let me close up."

  Cassie licked her lips.

  "Don’t take too long."

  They chose a motel two blocks away. Cassie knew its reputation as a place used by degenerates but something about that turned her on. She loved the idea of being on the opposite side of the fence for once, even if it was just for a night. She was expected to be a god girl and always do the sensible thing, she was expected to be in bed on time and turn up to work bright and early with a smile on her eager face, but that wasn't her. Deep down, she loved to get into trouble and be a bad girl.

  "So... What are you going to tell your wife?" she asked as she closed the bedroom door.

  "I... I don’t know. I'll say there was a party or something," Howard stuttered.

  As she sat on the edge of the bed she took a long around the place. It was seedy, bordering on disgusting but she loved it. It was perfect and she flicked the bedside lamp on, illuminating her blonde hair with a warm glow. Howard stood in front of her feeling unsure of himself. Cassie placed a hand on his thigh and leaned in close to his crotch so that her hot breath was blowing on him.

  "Hey... Relax won't you?"

  He swallowed down his nerves.

  "Like I said, I've never really done this before, and you're so pretty."

  She smiled. He wasn't like other guys she'd been with who had egos bigger than their penises. This guy looked in awe of her and looked down at her with a trembling, nervous hand.

  "Are you not going to join me?" she asked.

  He hesitated for a second before making up his mind with a finality that sent him diving onto the bed. She leaned down and kissed him softly. There was a hint of cigarette smoke on his breath but in the moment she didn't care, she pressed her tongue against his as she rolled on top of him.

  She could feel he was hard already, pressing into her stomach as she lay on him. She reached down and cupped him over his jeans. He grunted as he pressed himself into her hand and she gripped harder.

  "I wanna see you," she whispered as she slid herself down his body.

  Unzipping his jeans, she pulled him from his boxer shorts and held him in her hand. His cock wasn't big but it was fat and as she wrapped her lips around it, she struggled to take him in her mouth.

  "Oh fuck," he pulled at his hair and flung his head back. "You're too good at this," he said as he writhed. "Too fucking good."

  The warmth and wetness of her mouth was bringing him to the brink of orgasm already and he tried to push her away.

  "Hey. I'm going to blow," he cried as his thighs began to shake.

  But she didn't mind. She was complemented by him being pleasured so easily by her touch and grew wet the more she heard him moan. When she felt his abs contract and felt his fingers tangle themselves in her hair, she sucked harder. He yelled so hard it was more like a roar and with one final convulsion, he rolled his eyes back in his head and came hard, spurting his seed into her mouth.

  "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," he muttered as he tried to regain his breath. "I've never felt anything like that."

  She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned.

  "It's my turn now."

  "I'll do anything you want," he sat up and brushed his fingers through her hair. "God damn it, you're so beautiful."

  "I don't want you to do anything," she purred. "Not yet anyway."

  He looked puzzled but did as he was told, sitting back against the headboard as she pointed to the back wall. At the other end of the bed, she began to peel her clothes off her tight and curvy body. Lifting off her shirt, she revealed her plump and pert breasts. Howard gave out a little gasp as he saw them and lowered his hand to his penis.

  "Yeah... Touch yourself," she ordered. "I'd love to see you pleasure yourself."

  Moving onto her back she slid off her jeans. With only her panties on, she leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs. He could see her underwear was wet and see through and he wanted to plunge himself into her as he grew hard once again, but something about the commanding tone of her voice and her bossy demeanor made him stay rooted to the spot.

  "I have an idea," she gave him a wry smile as she pulled her handcuffs from the pile of clothes beside the bed.

  He looked a little scared as she crawled toward him with them hanging from between her teeth.

  "Are you ready to have a little fun?"

  Her eyes were dazzling as she spoke and he was so busy looking into her deep, blue eyes that he didn't notice she was cuffing him to the bed until it was too late.

  "Hey!" he pretended to protest. "What are you doing?"

  "I'm about to get off... and you're about to watch me."

  She sat in front of him, her legs splayed wide and her mouth shining. Howard's dick was throbbing and red as it stood to attention, begging to be touched. But she had other plans... Pulling her panties to one side, she exposed her glistening, wet lips. Pushing a finger against her clitoris, she groaned and clenched her eyes shut.

  "Ah fuck..." she moaned as she rubbed herself in circular motions, "I love to be watched."

  Howard was wriggling against the headboard, desperate to be uncuffed so he could touch her. As she opened her eyes, she saw him gaze at her with hunger in his eyes.

  "Unlock these," he rattled the cuffs. "I'll do anything you want, just let me touch you."

  She shook her head as she bit her lip.

  "Soon," she whispered. "You have to patient."

  Frustrated and angry, he hit the back of his head off the wall. Meanwhile, Cassie was heating up, feeling herself grow so wet her juices were seeping out of her, running over her fingers. Shifting herself closer to him, she lingered herself in front of his penis and rubbed herself hard.

  "I'm gonna come," she whimpered. "I'm going to come so fucking hard."

  She fell forward onto her knees as she cried out, her buttocks clenching together as she orgasmed hard.

  "Aaargh!"

  Her body shook violently as her hair fell across her face, sweat forming on her forehead.

  "Oh God," she gasped as she shuddered one last time.

  She was finished, but she wasn't satisfied.

  "I need you inside me," she whispered as she climbed on top of him.

  Looking up at her perfect body, he couldn't believe his luck and as she lowered herself onto him, he reveled in the feeling of having such a beautiful woman on top of him. As she pushed him inside of her, his wide girth pressing hard against her G-spot, she wrapped her arms around him to hold him tight. Moving to a steady rhythm, they felt the hot stickiness of their skin as their bodies stuck together, moving in unison with their breaths in sync.

  Howard, with his hands still cuffed behind him, looked up adoringly at the Cassie, driving himself up into her as she leaned forward and let her nipples dance on his lips.

  "Harder," she whispered into his ear. "I need you harder."

  He didn't need to be told again. Working his pelvis as fast as it would go, he thrust into her over and over again until his body could take no more and he came hard. Cassie bit into his shoulder as she contracted onto him, climaxing fast.

  At last, they were both spent and as she pulled her body away from his she spread a euphoric smile across her face.

  "You're the best," she kissed him on the cheek as she uncuffed him.

  "Are you kidding me?" he laughed as he rubbed at his sore wrists. "The pleasure was all mine."

  Chapter Two

  Something was beeping in her ear giving her a thumping
headache. She rolled over and smacked her hand against the pillow but it wouldn’t stop. In her dream state, she couldn’t figure out what the noise was but then she opened her eyes and saw her alarm flashing on the bedside table.