Too Curious Complete Series (Books 1-5) Box Set Romance Series: (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

  My screams were muffled as I pushed my face into the wall, my legs shaking as my pussy contracted onto him.

  "Fuck!" he grunted as he gripped me by the hips.

  He ejaculated hard, his buttocks clenching tightly as he toppled forward onto me.

  "Jesus, fucking Christ," he gasped.

  It was then that I noticed the unbearable pain in my arms.

  "Get me out of these," I ordered.

  As he caught his breath, he slid the key in the small lock and let the cuffs fall from my wrists. I rubbed them as I felt the relief in my muscles.

  "Fuck..." I breathed.

  Looking down, I saw my stockings were destroyed and tried my best to hold them up.

  "Sorry," he said with a wry smile.

  "Don't worry about it."

  I pulled my dress down to hide them and smoothed down my hair.

  "I hope no one heard," I said.

  "Me too."

  Collapsing on the sofa, I tried to regain my bearings as I continued to rub at my wrists. Aiden zipped up his pants and wandered over, a smug, satisfied look on his face.

  "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

  "I liked it," I said. "I don't think I'll ever forget it."

  He opened his mouth to speak but before he could, a knock on the door startled him. We both stared at each other in panic. The knock came again, louder this time.

  "Office Brown? Are you in there?"

  It was an angry, mature voice.

  "Shit, that's my captain!" Aiden panicked.

  He flung open the door to reveal an older man with slicked back, salt and pepper hair and a serious expression. He noticed me right away and narrowed his eyes before looking back at Aiden.

  "Is this Tammy?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "She has a visitor."

  "A visitor?" I chimed in.

  "Trevor Wylde is here to collect you," said the captain. "He doesn't look too happy to be here."

  Chapter Three

  His face was still, so perfectly still that for a moment I thought he wasn't breathing.

  "You're not saying anything," I said with a deliberate softness.

  He didn't respond.

  The limousine glided slowly through the midday, city streets. Stephen was sat at the other end with his mischievous hands thrust into the minibar. Meanwhile, Trevor was silently observing the people out the window like a lord surveying his land.

  "Have I done something really bad?" I asked.

  He looked at me out the corner of his eye.

  "I don't know, have you?"

  "I... I don't know... I thought I was doing the right thing."

  "And what were you doing?" he asked as he finally turned to me.

  "I...I was trying to find out what happened to Delores."

  "Delores..." he breathed out the word and looked back out the window.

  What the hell was happening? Through the blacked out window I could see Times Square approach.

  "Excuse me, driver any chance of stopping here?" Trevor said as he pushed the button on the intercom.

  "Of course, sir," the crackled voice replied.

  Pulling up beside a group of Japanese tourists taking photographs of a fire hydrant, I grabbed my purse and readied myself to step outside.

  "You're staying here," Trevor said as he pinned me back into my seat with his arm. "Stephen, why don't you have a day out? It's on me."

  He pulled a money clip out his pocket and handed an indiscriminate amount of cash over to Stephen who snatched it from his hand like a wild, hungry animal.

  "Thanks, buddy!" he beamed.

  "No worries. Get outta here."

  Stephen jumped out and waved joyfully as we pulled out into the hordes of honking cars.

  "What's going on?" I asked.

  "I feel sorry for that kid," Trevor said while ignoring my question. "He's been sucked into this whole...." he waved his hand in the air as though he was trying to grasp at the right word, "This whole... sordid scenario."

  "Delores," I tried to bring him back to the subject. "Her dress, it turned up in my office covered in blood!"

  He flashed me an angry glance.

  "A prank," he said. "Just child’splay."

  "No... That's not what it was."

  He looked at his phone and began tapping at his screen.

  "What was it then?" he asked without looking up.

  "It was a warning. It came with a note. It said that I would be next."

  He chuckled as he tucked his phone away.

  "Don't worry about it! It's clearly a practical joke and quite frankly, I'm pretty pissed that you had to make such a big deal of it."

  "But I was scared! I still am."

  "You took my name to the police," he said. "And you took my sister's name too! What were you thinking?"

  "It was Ophelia! She hates me. She'll do anything to scare me away."

  "I don't want to hear any more about it."

  He turned away from me and looked back out the window.

  On the sidewalk, a group of homeless men was huddled together in the doorway of a tenement block. Trevor's eyes were blank as he regarded them. I wondered what he thought of them.

  "I think you have some explaining to do as well?" I said.

  "Excuse me?

  "I saw the photo of you and that girl, Inga whatever her name is... You told me you had a meeting."

  "What photo?"

  There was a look of genuine surprise on his face. I pulled out my phone and showed him.

  "That was months ago!" he said.

  "The article said it was this morning."

  "Don't believe that shit."

  He handed the phone back to me.

  "The papers will say anything to get hits these days."

  "So you weren't with her this morning?"

  "Erm... No. Like I told you, I had a meeting."

  My stomach lurched. What have I done?

  "You ok?" he asked.

  "Fine," I blurted out a little too quickly.

  "Are you sure? You've gone pale."

  "I said I'm fine."

  You idiot, Tammy. You fucked a guy for revenge and he hadn't even done anything wrong!

  The limousine pulled up outside the Windermere and I hurried outside, letting the cold breeze blow over my face as I tried to calm down.

  "Come up to mine," Trevor said as he took my arm. "I want to straighten something out."

  "Trevor, I can't," I tried to protest but he was leading me inside, his arm tight around my wrist.

  I thought about the cuffs that were around it only a few minutes ago.

  "You look like you've seen a ghost," he said as we stepped into the elevator.

  Looking at my reflection in the mirror walls, I saw the worried look on my face

  "I have to go back to my apartment," I said.

  "Don't do that," Trevor insisted. "Come have some fun with me."

  "Are you sure that photo of you and Inga was from months ago?"

  He looked affronted and took a step back.

  "Yes, I'm sure. We had a fling for a couple weeks. It was meaningless, just some fun. The paparazzi obviously used and old photo because they're lazy journalists."

  I felt rotten, like my insides were churning in darkness.

  "I really have to go back to my apartment."

  There was no way I could get close to Trevor. I had the overriding urge to sit in a hot bath and scald myself with hot water. I needed to scrub away the guilt and forget all about Aiden. I wanted to turn back time and have never given myself to him.

  "You know, if I'm not mistaken, I would think you were trying to run away from me."

  "It's just that I have a thing to do."

  It was a terrible excuse and we both knew it.

  "A thing," he looked down at me. "And what would that be?"

  I had no answer and mumbled something under my breath hoping he wouldn't ask me to speak up. My heart beat faster the closer we got to his penthouse and as the d
oor loomed up at the end of the hallway, I was seriously tempted to turn on my heels and run.

  "Home, sweet, home."

  He pushed open his door and led me inside.

  "Trevor! I have something to tell you. I did a bad thing, I thought you were lying to me, I thought you were with Inga and I did something terrible!"

  He eyed me suspiciously as he walked over to the drinks cabinet.

  "Tipple?" he asked.

  "Wine, please."

  He poured two glasses and handed me one.

  "So, this terrible thing you did, would I disapprove?"

  I looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze.

  “Hmmm?”

  He placed a finger gently below my chin and lifted my face.

  “Are you going to tell me? Or is it a secret?”

  More than anything, I wanted to blurt out what I’d done but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, couldn’t bear the thought of driving him away.

  “Well if you aren’t going to tell me then I shall move on. Sit down.”

  It was more of an order than a request. Sitting down on the plush sofa, I watched as he lit the fire and switched on the vintage record player in the corner of the room. A sorrowful voice drifted out from the speakers uttering macabre lyrics.

  “So… here’s the thing.”

  He sat down beside me and placed his hand on my knee. I couldn’t stop looking at his perfect face and the way his stormy eyes looked over every inch of my body. I did something so terrible and there was never going to be a moment when I’d forgive myself. I threw away a chance at paradise with the one of the world’s most intelligent and handsome men. I deserved to be thrown to the curb, never to be kissed by him again.

  “Are you listening Tammy?”

  “Yes, sorry I’m listening.”

  “You better be because I’m not going to tell you this again.”

  “Okay…”

  He gripped my knee tighter, holding me in place. There was no escape.

  “You can’t go around telling stories,” he said. “I have eyes and ears all over this city. When a girl like you turns up telling the police some wild tale about a blood soaked dress and my sister, then tongues are going to be wagging. I’ve silenced it, for now, but you can’t do it again. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you, or cause a scene. I think something truly terrible has happened to Delores. I just want to help her.”

  “Stop talking about that woman!”

  His voice thundered, making me flinch.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. it’s just that Delores, she’s trouble, always has been. Please don’t pay attention to any silly pranks. Where’s this dress you were talking about anyway?”

  “The police took it for evidence.”

  “Good,” he said. “Don’t want that thing around here.”

  He had that distant look on his face again, the one that shrouded a thousand secret thoughts. As I sat with my thumb in my mouth, my teeth nibbling at my nail, I examined every line on his face, every inch of his skin in an attempt to unravel what he was thinking, but he showed nothing. He was blank, cold, mysterious, and unbearably sexy. And I was about to lose him.

  "I slept with someone else!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

  He sipped his wine and sat back before releasing a yawn.

  "Did you hear me?"

  "I did," he said.

  "So?"

  He swirled the wine around his glass and watched as the red liquid left its print down the sides.

  "I knew it as soon as we got in the car. I can smell him on you."

  I hung my head.

  "You know that I'm sorry, don't you? It was just because of that picture. I thought after the party that you were done with me. I thought you had moved on already."

  He laughed and drained his glass.

  "Can you stop with the amateur dramatics? I don't care what you did... If anything, I wish I was there to see it. Tell me, did he cuff you? Truss you up like a roasted joint?"

  "Yes," I nodded. "He cuffed me."

  "And he showed you a rough time?"

  Again, all I could do was nod as my mouth dropped open. Was this really happening?

  "I bet you loved it," he said, stroking the sides of my face. "I bet you came hard. I imagine you squirted all over him, that beast in the uniform."

  The most peculiar feeling was coursing through me, a mix of being humiliated and relieved.

  "You really don't care?"

  He shrugged and moved to top up his glass.

  "Sexual chemistry, the ability to be aroused... It's as animalistic as being hungry when a juicy steak is waved in front of your face, as normal as being angry. Humans are little more than apes in suits, sweetheart, we fuck, fight and eat for survival. There's no stopping us."

  With no idea what to say, I watched him as he emptied the bottle into our glasses.

  "Aren't you going to tell me how big his cock was?" he asked casually over his shoulder.

  "Erm.It..it..." I stammered.

  "Don't be shy. It's a simple question."

  "It was big!" I finally burst out with.

  "How big?"

  "Huge."

  "Show me."

  Jesus, how more awkward could this get?

  "Like this..."

  I extended my hands to show him. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

  "I'm impressed," he smiled. "Did it hurt?"

  "At first… but in a good way. I liked it."

  I saw his hand move beneath his waist. Looking down, I saw the bulge between his legs.

  "Tell me more. How did he take you?"

  "From behind," I said.

  "Very nice... And you were cuffed the whole time."

  "Yes."

  He unzipped his pants and buried his hands inside his boxer shorts.

  "How long did he last?"

  "Not long. A couple minutes."

  He smiled as he stroked himself, his hips rising to meet his hand as he moved.

  “But it was nothing like being with you. I wish I hadn’t done it. You’re better than him, so much better! He wasn’t a patch on you, no one ever will be.”

  I was begging now, trying to get him to see how sorry I was although, as I watched his hand move up and down, he didn’t seem to care what I said. Moving over to him, I straddled his lap and clutched his head in my hands.

  “I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

  Kissing him hard, I replaced his hand with my own and rubbed him gently.

  “I made a terrible mistake,” I whimpered as I tried my best to please him. “I’ll make up for it. I’ll do anything you say.”

  “Anything?”he whispered as he brushed my hair behind my ears.

  “Anything at all.”

  He was hot in my hand, swollen and hard. I looked down to see the pre-cum ooze out the tip and bent down to lick at his engorged head. He writhed beneath me, tangled his fingers in my hair and let out a moan.

  “How sorry are you?” he asked.

  “So sorry! He talked me into it, made me believe you were with someone else. I was trying to get back at you.”

  He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. I watched for a moment as his chest heaved up and down. He was losing himself to the feeling of my deft fingers, licking his lips as I moved faster.

  “Were you jealous?” he said. “When you saw the picture?”

  “I was heartbroken,” I whispered in his ear. “I wanted to kill her.”

  He smirked with his eyes still closed.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he said. “I have an idea.”

  Chapter Four

  The music was drifting down the hall to the bedroom. I tried to make out the words but couldn’t, it was just a drone, an echo from far away like the voice of a ghost. Beside me, I could hear the crackle of a candle but with the blindfold over my face, I couldn’t see its flame.

  “Are you comfor
table?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Good. Let us begin.”

  He was at the foot of the bed, the sound of his feet padding through the thick carpet. His finger tickled my ankle and I instinctively pulled away with a giggle but my foot never moved. It was tethered to the bed frame, the silk rope caressing my skin as I moved.

  “Are you scared?” he asked as he moved up the bed.

  There was a sound alongside his voice, the shuffling of a fabric being held between his fingers. Leather maybe, or another restraint.

  “I’m not scared,” I said.

  Leaning my head back, I peeked out the bottom of the blindfold. There was the sight of more candles and the red shimmer of the bed sheets. Then Trevor’s hands came into view. There was something in between his fingers. Is that a whip?

  “Oh… don’t do that, honey. You’re cheating.”

  He moved over to adjust the blindfold and pulled it down lower. There was blackness once again as my eyelashes scraped the silk.

  “If you look, it spoils the fun,” he said. “Be a good girl.”

  I could smell him coming closer, his cologne tugging at my nose as he approached. The bed dipped beside me with his weight. I waited for him to begin, but he just seemed to be watching, waiting for the perfect moment.

  “A girl like you needs to be punished. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Yes, I was bad.”

  “And what do you think your punishment should be?”

  I didn’t know what he wanted to hear. How far did he want to go?

  “Hmmm?”

  “Do whatever you want!” I cried.

  It was a feeble attempt at trying to please him. He chuckled to himself as he stood up. There was the sound of the leather in his hands again as though he was playing with the length, stroking its suppleness as he decided what he was going to do with it.

  “Boundaries,” he said more to himself than to me. “They’re one of the most important aspects to a relationship. Without them, it would be anarchy. I’m not going to do whatever I want. I’m going to do whatever is right.”

  “Right?”

  He let out a slow breath and moved back down to the bottom of the bed.

  “Let me tell you a story.”

  There was the creak of the armchair, the sound of a lighter sparking. A moment later, the scent of cigarette smoke drifted down the bed.