Anonymous Encounters (The Billionaires Club Book 5)

by Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER NINE

  Luke

  My head reeled with the enormity of the situation. Evidently, Wildflower’s biological dad was my stepfather Robert Woodson … making her my stepsister. Meanwhile, my son was what exactly? My son but also my nephew? The enormity of the situation drove me crazy and I shook my head with frustration, enraged and furious.

  I pulled the Range Rover into the garage and unbuckled Georgie. My son was gurgling happily, stuffing a tiny fist into his mouth. He looked at me and I felt my heart turn over. No matter what happened, I was going to be a father to my boy, come hell or high water.

  We entered the apartment and I put Georgie down for a nap. Alana trailed behind me, ghosting between rooms as if afraid of what I was going to say. Finally, I spun on my heels and confronted her.

  “So?” I demanded harshly.

  She trembled like a wildflower in a heavy gust of wind. She was alluring, even more beautiful with tears in her eyes.

  “I don’t know,” she said softly, looking down. “I understand if you don’t want to live together. People are going to talk. Robert Woodson is a powerful man, and people are going to figure out that we’re siblings.”

  It’s true, my stepdad was a man of some prominence. He’d had a failed campaign for U.S. Senator about twenty years back, and even now was still active on the charity circuit, regularly attending high society events.

  “Why didn’t you say anything two years ago?” I demanded. “Why did you just take off without a word?”

  “I didn’t know!” she protested. “Your last name isn’t Woodson, so I didn’t put two and two together until I saw the wedding invite with your parents’ name on it. Plus, I was so afraid of what you were going to say …” she continued in a small voice.

  “How would you know what I’d say? Or what I’d want?” I growled. I was really pissed. My wildflower had run off without even bothering to discuss the issue with me. Instead of working through the situation as a team, she’d fled without so much as a goodbye. I could feel so much anger boiling inside that I lashed out at her without thinking.

  CRACK! Went the palm of my hand. Disbelieving, she raised her hand to her cheek, unconsciously tracing where I’d slapped her. I could see the imprints of my fingers against her face, a burning red against her fair skin.

  She fell to her knees, but I wasn’t done with her yet. The slap had inflamed me even more, and I jerked her to her feet, dragging her to the bedroom. She trailed limply behind me, and growling with frustration, I lifted her in my arms, dumping her on the bedspread.

  She looked so vulnerable, her petite frame cowering in shock, blonde hair in disarray. But I had lost any train of coherent thought and was 100% pure animal. I ripped off her clothes, the fabric tearing roughly in my hands until she was dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. Her legs were golden and smooth, running up to a tanned and toned midriff.

  With no reservations, I gripped an ankle in each fist and roughly split her legs so that her pudenda was displayed against the thin cotton. I pressed my mouth against the soft heat, burrowing my face into her feminine scent.

  “No!” she cried softly. “Not like this!” I looked up and saw tears trailing wetly from the corner of her eyes, but her cunny told a different story. Already I could feel the steam emanating from her core, moisture beginning to dampen the soft cotton. With a swipe of my chin, I nudged the fabric aside, exposing her pink nether lips.

  Satisfyingly, they were already engorged and moist despite the girl’s desperate struggles to get away. With a growl, I buried my tongue in her depths, pushing as deeply into her hole as I could before lapping hungrily at her sweet nectar. Her folds glistened and pulsed beneath my mouth, welcoming despite her continuing protestations. Pretty soon, her gyrating hips told me that Wildflower’s struggles to get away had turned into the endless quest for release.

  I lapped hungrily at her clit, roughly circling it with my tongue before nipping the delicate nub with my lips. Her taste was unique, like fresh grass seeded with the unmistakable scent of my wildflower. I chewed lightly on her lips, letting her feel the imprint of my teeth before biting again on her sweet bud, tantalizing her most sensitive place. Hungrily, I traced my tongue in that crevice between her thigh and her pussy, devouring as much of her as I could.

  By now Wildflower was moaning urgently beneath my mouth, pressing my head into her cunny while gushes of juice pulsed hotly from her core. I pushed her legs up even higher, exposing her tiny pucker of an ass, and gave it a slow, hungry lick.

  “Oh no!” she moaned underneath me. In the six weeks it’d taken to conceive Georgie, I’d never forced her into anal, but that was about to change. She deserved the punishment and was going to get it hard and fast in her backside.

  Fortunately, her juices were running so copiously that they trailed wetly to her pucker. I rimmed her a bit, tracing each ridge of her anus with my tongue before thrusting as far up as I could into her back passage. She moaned lustily at the sensation, gripping and twisting her nipples as I tasted her ass.

  I pushed a finger against the tiny hole. She squirmed uncomfortably because her anus had never been penetrated before, but I didn’t bother going slow. The bitch was going to take my dick soon, and any foreplay was just a courtesy. I shoved insistently against her pucker, and it relented, my finger penetrating into her back walls. I felt the circle of muscles contracting against my digit, squeezing hotly as she accustomed herself to the breach. With no warning, I pushed a second digit in as well, roughly stirring in her ass, loosening her sphincter for my cock.

  “Aaah!” she moaned wordlessly. The sight of the horny blonde impaled on my fingers was impossibly exciting. I pulled my digits from her ass and thrust them into her mouth, forcing her to suck. Like the whore she was, she licked hungrily, tasting the scent of her dirty, clammy ass on my hand.

  I then sat her up and pushed her face into the wet spot in the bed. She’d gushed so much that the there was a small pool of fluid, and I forced her to lap at it, eating her own pussy juice. No act was taboo with this dirty ho who had borne my son, and I kept my hand on the nape of her neck, forcing her to continue licking until the pool was gone and only a damp spot remained.

  At this point, my balls were beginning to tighten and I knew I would come soon, without the girl even touching me. Because I don’t like to waste sperm, I pushed her roughly onto her hands and knees.

  “Head down, ass up!” I barked. She tremblingly obeyed, the golden globes of her ass swaying temptingly as she positioned herself for my invasion.

  Without bothering to lube up, I grabbed my dick in my hand and thrust forcefully into her back chamber. She screamed with pain, an anal virgin no longer. As a courtesy, I paused for a moment, letting her body adjust to my ten inch dick, but then thrust forward again, fully impaling myself up to the balls in her ass. She screamed as I shoved into her GI tract, the head of my dick fully buried in her lower intestine.

  I began swinging my hips, fucking her roughly. Slap slap slap! Went my thighs against her smooth round bottom. The sucking sound of her ass as I repeatedly drilled her was music to my ears, her ring gripping my cock hungrily. My balls hit her clit with each deep penetration and from the tone of her moans, I could tell that Wildflower was beginning to enjoy this.

  “Yeah slut, you know you love it,” I growled. Her boobs swung heavily beneath her tiny torso, and I ran a hand up her back before slipping under to pinch one of her nipples.

  “Oh!” she shrieked, her ass contracting in shock as I twisted and pulled angrily, the pink stub hard and stiff under my fingers. Unwilling to be gentle, I reached beneath her to rub heavily at her clit. I could feel my balls slapping my hand as I worked away at her wetness, my heavy fingers rough and unrelenting on the sensitive piece of flesh.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I began grunting, my thrusts growing more desperate and insistent in her hot body. My fingers tore away at her pussy, punishing the hot folds, slipping through her most private parts wit
hout abandon. I felt my balls tighten with final release and with a roar, I came hotly into her ass, my seed pumping in giant spurts deep into her anal chamber.

  Her ass contracted hotly around my member, her own orgasm causing her tiny body to shudder and twist violently under my own. Her sphincter clenched repeatedly around my cock, pulling the jets of cum deeper and deeper into her body, her pussy vibrating wildly against my fingers. She gave a loud shriek as she came, tossing her head back, blonde hair spilling over golden shoulders.

  As we recovered, I pulled my dick from her anus, enjoying the sight of anal gape in a former virgin. Her hole was wide and I could see about two inches inside, the darkness red and inflamed.

  “Sit up,” I commanded. Still shocked from the pummeling, she mindlessly obeyed, flipping over so that she was on her back. I lifted her legs high and watched with satisfaction as cum began to drip from her ass, sliding wetly down the smooth globes of her butt.

  “Pump your sphincter,” I commanded roughly. She wasn’t sure what to do, and vainly tried to flex her abdomen. “Push down hard like you need to do number two,” I ordered.

  “No!” she cried softly, aghast at the dirtiness of it all. I gave her a warning glance and she shut her trap, her cheeks flushing as she began to strain. Sure enough, her anal gape trembled, the muscles inside pulsing gently before they began to throb hard, almost clapping inside her body. Slowly, a glob of white rose within her and pooled wetly at her opening before trailing slimily down her cheeks.

  Ah, an anal creampie from an anal virgin. The bitch had gotten what she deserved.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Alana

  I cried after he left me, tears streaming hotly down my cheeks. I buried my head in the pillow and stifled my sobs, my shoulders heaving helplessly as the man showered in the adjoining en suite. How could he sing when I’d just been anally raped?

  The truth was that I’d loved it. I loved sex with this man, and nothing had changed despite two years of loneliness and silence apart. I’d ached for him during that time, sometimes waking up in a sweat, my mind reeling with memories of his sweet words and incredible body.

  The shower shut off abruptly and I turned away so that Luke couldn’t see my tear-stained face, huddling in a small ball underneath the covers.

  “Get up Alana, get dressed,” he ground out, roughly throwing a dress at me. I gasped when I saw that it was the red sequined evening gown he’d bought for me long ago. We’d talked endlessly about our future together, and part of my duties as his girlfriend was to accompany him to various industry events. I’d run away before we’d set foot in public together, determined not to ruin his career with the smear of incest.

  But as he opened the closet, I saw that fully half of the closet was still filled with my clothes. He’d never thrown them out! He’d kept them there as a reminder of me, as if hoping one day I would return and take my place by his side. I could see the rows upon rows of clothes he’d bought me, fine silks and satins much too expensive for me to afford.

  I slowly got out of bed and slipped the red gown over my naked form. During my pregnancy my boobs had gone up a cup size and never deflated, so I was now a permanent DD. They swelled against the low cut décolletage, pushing firmly against the sequined material. I zipped myself up, lifting my head to see Luke staring at me ravenously once again.

  His eyes ravished me from head to toe, as if he hadn’t just fucked me fifteen minutes earlier. I flushed hotly, feeling my cunny tingle. Would I ever become accustomed to this man?

  He growled deep in his throat and turned away roughly, fastening his cuff links. “You’re too skinny,” he rumbled.

  I almost laughed with relief. Skinny I was not. I’d put on about ten pounds since the baby, and the dress clung lovingly to my new curves, emphasizing the swells of breast and hip.

  I reached behind him shyly into the closet and got out a matching red purse and high-heeled shoes. I stepped into them, completing the outfit and stood silently as he finished pulling on his tux jacket. He was so handsome that I nearly swooned, but I chastised myself. “He doesn’t love you,” I reminded myself. “You’re only here because of Georgie.”

  Luke hustled me outside into a waiting limo, and I obediently sank into the plush leather.

  “Where are we going?” I asked timidly, folding my hands in my lap.

  He ignored me, staring out the windows as the cityscape rolled by. The limo slowed, and I saw that we were in front of the University Club, a prestigious private club in the City. The chauffeur helped me out, and I stood uncertainly, unsure what to do next.

  Luke took my hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, walking up the steps to the main gate.

  “Sir,” said the concierge. “Welcome.”

  “Good to see you, Fellowes,” replied Luke. “Where’s the event at?”

  “Fourth floor, sir, please proceed this way.”

  He shepherded me to the elevators and stood silently, the look on his face ominous as we waited for the elevator. When the doors pinged open, I was greeted by an opulent room, fresh flowers and crystal chandeliers dripping from the ceiling.

  The guests were in fancy dress, the men in tuxes and the women in gowns. Were we at a charity event? I wanted to ask but was determined to keep my silence given that Luke was ignoring me.

  A gorgeous brunette rushed over, brushing me aside while kissing Luke on both cheeks, pressing her breasts against his arm. I flushed with a pang of jealousy before controlling myself. Down girl! I commanded. Just because you’ve been celibate for two years doesn’t mean that NYC’s most eligible bachelor has.

  “Hi baby,” she drawled. “How’ve you been? Why haven’t I heard from you?” she asked him. Her eyes were the green of emeralds, glinting and hard in her perfectly chiseled face.

  “Sabrina,” said Luke smoothly. “May I introduce Alana, my guest for the night?”

  “Oh hi,” she pouted. Grudgingly, she acknowledged my presence with an air kiss, her perfume expensive but cloying. Turning back to Luke, she nudged his arm with her breast again. “So honey,” she practically panted. “Where have you been these past two days?”

  He’s been with me and his son! I wanted to scream. But I stood silently at Luke’s side, trembling although I felt as stiff as a board. Not losing a beat, Luke said, “Oh here and there. Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I didn’t mean to bail on that movie premiere.”

  He’d had a DATE with this woman? I almost wanted to break down right then and there, but stood proudly, my face flushed and hot. As if sensing my need to get away, Luke said, “I’ll catch you later ok Sabrina? Lovely seeing you.”

  He grasped me by the elbow and steered me to the punch bowl, where fortunately, not a lot of people stood. I gasped for air and bit out at him, “So that’s your girlfriend?”

  He chuckled and looked at me with an eyebrow askance. “Jealous are we?”

  “No!” I whispered furiously, turning my back on him to get some punch. The way this was turning out, the more alcohol the better.

  “Listen Wildflower,” he hissed under his breath. “YOU were the one who walked out on me, not the other way around! If I’ve taken lovers in the past few years, it’s because I didn’t know you were coming back, much less with my son in tow! So get yourself together,” he bit out harshly.

  I felt the tears rising again as I thought of Luke with other women. So Sabrina was actually just one of a bevy of women he’d bedded. My heart seemed to break, even as my brain acknowledged the truth of his words. I felt so lost and lonely, knowing Luke was a virile man but denying his need for regular release.

  “Get yourself together,” he whispered again harshly. “The guests of honor are on their way.” Indeed, a hush had descended over the crowd and people were turning towards the main doors in anticipation. My face still felt hot and my chest constricted, but I turned around and put a smile on my face just to appear normal.

  The doors swung open and a distinguished looking couple stood at the entrance
.

  “Surprise!” roared the crowd. The man was tall and fair, and the woman dark but stunning, both in their sixties. Luke walked forward to greet them, affectionately kissing the woman on her cheek and shaking the man’s hand warmly.

  “Mom, Dad,” he said. “Welcome to your twenty-fifth anniversary celebration,” he continued smoothly.

  I felt myself go faint. The sandy-haired man was my biological father, Robert Woodson, and Luke’s stepfather. Luke was deliberately outing us. The world around me blurred and the ground rushed up at me with alarming speed.

  THE END

  Read A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother, Part 4 next

  Previously …

  My son with Wildflower was also my nephew?

  The girl I’d called Wildflower had walked out on me two years ago, leaving my bed empty and cold. I’d shuddered in her absence, my body aching as my mind whirled with worthless thoughts. How could she have done this? How could she have walked out on a relationship so caring, loving and mutually respectful? My body ached each night in remembrance of her warm, female heat.

  But a chance encounter brought her back to me. Except this time the blonde has a baby in tow … and one look at the child was a revelation. His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. No way was I going to let Wildflower waltz off with my baby … even after she revealed that we were actually stepsiblings ….

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Luke

  I rested my head on my folded hands. My face felt flushed and hot, my body shaky as I leaned against the makeshift hospital bed I’d had wheeled into our bedroom. My wildflower lay cold and deathly pale against the white sheets, her pallor accentuated against the hospital whites.