Her Tiger Billionaire

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Annalise craned her neck to get a better view. His rock-hard cock glistened on her splayed thighs, ready to claim her. Any second now.

  “Anna.”

  His voice sounded gruff; she barely recognized it as Sven’s.

  “Look at me.”

  She obeyed.

  “Watch me when I take you. Don’t ever look away.”

  Annalise murmured a yes.

  The crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing gently. She halted her breath, waiting for the pain to come. If there was any, she couldn’t feel it. She was way too horny to feel any pain. All she wanted was him. To take her. Fuck her. Brand every inch of her body as his.

  Sven pushed in. She inhaled a sharp breath. He held down her hips and penetrated her. A scream froze in her throat, leaving her wide-eyed to the sensation.

  It hurt, but the pain felt so good that it puzzled her immensely. She couldn’t understand how she could be enjoying this kind of new sensation so much. She gasped each time Sven pushed, working on burying his cock inch by inch inside her. Sven never broke eye contact.

  He examined her reaction each time he thrust. He seemed to want to comfort her, but he was too consumed in confronting his own needful demon.

  Annalise dug her fingers into his shoulders. It felt like she had been split to the core. Something alien, not that unwelcome, hot male flesh pulsing and spearing inside her. The sensation, the pressure and the combination between pain and pleasure were so addicting. Her pussy contracted around his shaft—iron sheathed in satin.

  With a growl that was too primal to be human, Sven slammed the remaining inches all the way home.

  God, oh god. She was full. Beyond full. A thousand shimmering sensations crashed into her. Pleasure. Pain. More pleasure. Need and more need for pleasure surged through her veins.

  “Anna, you okay?”

  She nodded quickly.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes. A little. Who cares?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love it.”

  Sven grunted. Maybe he was laughing too. He pecked her lips. “I can’t believe you’re so fucking tight. I could fuck you like this all night.”

  Yes, please. She didn’t mind at all. She had become a slave to the addicting carnal need, knowing that her reward would be the ultimate pleasure. She wanted to make love all night with him. Be with him. Become one with him.

  He swallowed. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He pulled his cock out a little and pushed it back in. it was hard for him to move at first, but when she became accustomed to his size, it became easier for him to fuck properly.

  Sven kissed her. He fisted her hair, keeping her still while he withdrew and thrust in agonizingly slow motion. It seemed he thrilled to relive the initial penetration. His cock felt hot inside her, too hot to be human flesh.

  Her pussy was so sensitive. She could feel the contour of his shaft. Every ridge, every vein. The way it pulsed. The way it seared her body and mind with pure fire. Pleasure fire. Ambrosia of all ecstasy.

  It was unimaginable.

  She couldn’t believe sex felt this good.

  “Anna…” Sven fucked in a steady rhythm at first, then his thrusts became more urgent. His cock slammed in without reserve, branding her with pure lust. He fucked her faster, deeper, harder until she could only feel fire.

  There was no more pain, only unfulfilled atavistic need. She welcomed him home each time, hips to hips. Flesh to flesh. So that she could ride with him toward the ultimate pleasure.

  Sven’s grip on her tightened. Her pulse raced. He gritted his teeth as he flooded her with hard, quick thrusts. He pounded and lunged and slammed until she couldn’t take him anymore.

  Bright colored fireworks burst before her eyes as Annalise climaxed. Her body went rigid, stalling her breath in her throat. She whipped her head toward the sky. Her back arched as waves of powerful ecstasy washed over her.

  Annalise was trying to catch her breath when he rammed his cock in once, twice and a third time before he jerked and climaxed. She could feel his cock pulse in her depths. Warm liquid bathed her battered pussy. Her sex quivered and contracted around his shaft, milking him to the last drop.

  “Anna…” Sven whispered hoarsely. He looked alarmed. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry…”

  She didn’t realize she was crying. But her tears weren’t from the pain. They were tears of joy. He showed her many shades of pleasure. And he made her a woman. Her chest swelled with a thousand unspoken emotions.

  Annalise swallowed hard and forced herself to talk. “No.” She wasn’t sure if Sven could understand her, so she kissed him hard.

  The rest went blurry.

  She thought she might have said that she loved him too.

  Five

  “Newly Married And In Love.”

  Sven skimmed the article and found the picture where he was kissing Annalise in Central Park, hotdogs in their hands. He was photographed wearing t-shirt, jeans and sneakers—his first casual clothes in a decade— that Annalise bought for him. Ever since Annalise agreed to share intimacy with him, they’d been going out on dates a lot.

  At first, Sven wanted to spoil her with the finest of everything, but a jet-set lifestyle made her uncomfortable. One time he took her to watch the opera. She had been easily transformed into an elegant beauty with a formal gown, and she kept her demeanor straight until he asked whether she enjoyed the performance. Her answer had been, “To be honest it’s boring as hell. I wish they would start throwing pies at each other to make it interesting.”

  He laughed so hard, he had to excuse them both from the theater. Since then, he let Annalise choose the venue for their date nights. She took to him to see Yankees games, evening strolls in Central Park, and nightly excursions to hole in-the-wall restaurants that served incredibly delicious food that he otherwise would had never discovered. The more he learned about her, the more he fell for her. Annalise completed what had been missing from his life.

  Sven folded the tabloid that Abbott Hill brought to the luncheon. “They’re sure having fun hounding us around.”

  “It’s excellent publicity,” said the lawyer. Your marrying Annalise has been good for the company image. Both Dune Industry and Synergy.”

  Sven noted the hesitancy in Hill’s voice. “You’re worrying about something?”

  “I’ve heard some unsettling news from my sources. It disturbs me.”

  “Oh?” Sven became interested.

  “Three of the biggest Dune Industry shareholders conducted secret meetings and discussed raising capital. They met representative from Goldman Sachs on a couple occasions. My fear is that someone in Dune is facilitating a hostile takeover.”

  Sven furrowed his eyebrows. “Cécile Mason. She’s behind this.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “She wants to purge Annalise from Dune Industry.”

  Hill studied the napkin in front of him. “Have you anticipated this all along?”

  “I’ve predicted it.”

  “What’s next?”

  Sven tapped his fingers on the table. “I need a good private investigator. Preferably a specialist. Better yet, a security company.”

  “What’s wrong with your current PI?”

  “I need someone who’s willing to do unsavory work in the utmost secrecy.”

  “I understand. I have a contact.”

  “Can you set up a meeting?”

  “Consider it done. What’s your next move?”

  Sven flexed and inflexed his fingers until his bones made cracking sound. “That woman and her cronies won’t know the true meaning of hostile takeover until I’m through with them.”

  The next few days seemed like the moments before a battle quiet, near-silent times with deceptive peacefulness. But a seasoned warrior would know in his bones that a bloody storm would soon ravage the arena. It seemed everyone in Dune’s management team knew that Annalise was merely a puppet of his, and some who were pro-Cécile had made their s
tand. They opposed Annalise; some with subtlety, and some blatantly bullied her. His spies in Dune industry reported that Annalise had started cracking under the pressure. What bothered him the most was that Annalise never told him of any harassment she endured, and acted as if everything was fine.

  Sven wished she would be more open about I,t but he understood her reasons. She didn’t want to make him worry. He would have ordered Annalise to stay home out of harm’s way if he didn’t need to trick Cécile into believing that he remained oblivious to what she was doing. Sven needed to buy time.

  Ten days after Hill set up a meeting with the new security company, Sven received the background-check reports of every person who sat on the board of directors as well as all Dune Industry’s investors. The dossiers were obtained through unscrupulous ways, including illegal wire-tapping and hacking. Sven was sure the security firm had broken a dozen laws along the way, but at this point, he was willing to play dirty. Cécile Mason had been getting away with murder for too long. It was time to put her in her corner and keep her there.

  Forty-eight hours later, Sven was on the move. Armed with security specialists and his lawyer Abbott Hill, Sven crashed on Jonah Walker’s party. Walker currently had eleven percent of the shares in Dune Industry stock, making him the biggest outsider who owned a piece of the company. Sven planned to initiate a forced buyout from the outside investors. He himself owned twenty percent. Annalise had thirty. When he was able to obtain the investors’ shares, he would drive Cécile out of Dune Industry for good.

  He came with the highly trained team in five black Escalades once the scout of the team confirmed that Jonah Walker was at the premises. Through Walker’s dossier, Sven had discovered Walker’s favorite past time—being a patron of an upscale brothel in Manhattan.

  Walker was a high profile banker, a key player in the Wall Street finance world. His wife was an heiress of an oil company, and the two maintained an image of a loving, religious family with their three sons.

  Sven breezed through the dossier once more time before show time. Sitting next to him was the tech expert, busy with his computer hacking into the establishment’s security system. The brothel employed armed guards and impressive surveillance systems.

  “Infiltration complete,” announced the tech expert. “Cameras down.”

  In the front seat, the commander of the operation barked commands on his comm. “Team Alpha moves. Team Beta assumes position.”

  From the darkly tinted window of the vehicle, Sven observed the scene outside the mansion. A half dozen men dressed in tactical gear stormed the building through the front entrance.. Sven glanced at his wristwatch. The team leader promised that securing the premises would take less than ten minutes.

  It actually took only seven minutes. The commander received something in his earpiece and relayed it to Sven. “Premises secured. Please proceed.”

  Sven closed the dossier and got out of the SUV. Flanked by the commander and Abbott Hill, he entered the mansion. Inside, one of his security experts guided the entourage to see the target. They walked through a lavishly decorated hall and into a private room. The madam of the establishment was furious and screamed obscenities at them as they passed. Indecently dressed women and their clients looked confused and scared.

  Two security experts guarded the room where Jonah Walker was being entertained. Sven walked in.

  Walker was dressed in a bathrobe. His companions, a young man and a blonde woman, cowered on the bed, draped with a sheet. “You!” Walker spat at Sven. “What’s the meaning of this?”

  “Good evening, Mr. Walker,” said Sven crisply. “Pardon my intrusion, but I have urgent business to discuss with you.” He sat on the sofa. One of his men procured a table and a chair for Walker to sit in.

  Caught at the most embarrassing time, Walker had no choice but to sit.

  Sven laid the documents on the table.

  “What is this?” demanded Walker.

  “Your shares in Dune Industry. I want them. I want you to sell them to me.” Sven took a blank card and scribbled on it. He placed the card in front of Walker.

  Walker took one look and laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I want to sell them at that price? In fact, why would I want to sell them to you at all?”

  “The price is more than reasonable. As you can see, it’s the current value when the stock market closed today.”

  “It’s going to be worth more when—” Walker suddenly clammed up.

  “Merger? Hostile takeover? It’s not going to happen. I’m intending on restoring Dune Industry to what it was once before.”

  Walker growled a string of curses. He turned to Sven sharply. “I won’t sell them.”

  “Wrong answer.”

  “You think you can blackmail me by ambushing me with prostitutes? My wife knows what I’m doing. We have an open marriage.”

  “I’m painfully aware of that.”

  “Then, what? Humiliate me with the press?”

  “The media would have a ball with this kind of scandal, but I have something else in mind. What about your involvement with underage prostitutes? Like your playmate Shafira.” Sven plucked some photos from the folder. “She’s sixteen years old. And Amber, she’s also not even seventeen years old. They are both runaways that Madam Cherie recruited from different cities and groomed into high class escorts.”

  Walker looked astounded. “I knew nothing about this. Cherie—”

  “Let’s cut to the chase. I have no interest in listening to your excuses. What will it be? Will you sell those stocks to me?”

  Walker sagged. “I guess I have no choice.”

  “You always have a choice. You could refuse.”

  “Give me those fucking papers.”

  Abbott Hill quickly presented the sale documents. Walker signed them.

  “One more thing: I want you to keep this transaction a secret until I make a formal announcement. If you fail—the whole world is going to know what you do in your spare time.”

  Walker gave him a loathsome glare. “I trust you do the same.”

  Sven only smiled and double checked the documents. “Everything seems to be in order. Now if you’ll excuse us.”

  When they were back in the car, Abbott Hill asked Sven, “Are you really going to let Jonah Walker get away with it? Underage sex and human trafficking are serious offenses. The Feds would be all over us if we failed to report it.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sven handed the dossier to Hill. “Contact Jesse Richardson at the State office tomorrow morning and explain our situation. Arrange for immunity for our part in the deal we’ve just made. Walker needs to be held accountable for what he’s done.”

  “Understood.”

  Once the first domino hit the ground, the rest tumbled down. To Sven’s surprise, he didn’t meet any resistance from the rest of the shareholders. Some of them were more than willing to part from their stocks when Sven offered them slightly higher than the market price. He felt relieved that he wouldn’t need to commit more extortions other than in Walker’s case. His team of lawyers had warned him that he’d be walking on thin ice with his forced buyout plan. But now, he’d covered his bases when the State office granted him immunity.

  In the midst of his risky business maneuver, Sven hadn’t calculated for the problem that would hit his household. Ever since he and Annalise had become intimate, the beastly part of him had been restless to the point that he almost couldn’t control it. With his past lovers, Sven usually started distancing himself at the first sign of awakening. With Annalise, he couldn’t and wouldn’t. He wanted to tell her when the time was right. After the takeover, when he would bring her to an exotic honeymoon somewhere.

  However, his tiger wouldn’t wait.

  It had been far too long since he had last shifted.

  The last time he went beast was three years ago in Harbin, during a business trip in China. By coincidence, the area housed a Siberian tiger conservation park, and he couldn
’t resist going animal and joining his non-shifting kind to frolic and socialize.

  Sven scratched the desk in his office. His fingertips transformed into sharp claws. This urge, he lamented, was overwhelming. He could fly to one of many properties he owned around the world to shift, but what he really wanted was Annalise. Her scent that he had memorized all too well was driving him insane. His tiger part wanted, no, needed, to get to know her in the flesh.

  He bolted from his seat, trembling. This was too much to bear.

  Too much…

  He checked on his watch. Only ten-thirty. There was plenty of time before Annalise came home. He needed to be around her scent when he transformed. Their bedroom was full of her intoxicating aroma.

  Sven made up his mind. A few hours transforming should be enough until he put his business in order and told her the truth.

  He hoped it would be.

  Annalise parked her car in the building garage sloppily. She didn’t care. A thousand things ran through her brain. She had tried calling Sven on his cell, but it went unanswered. Itt made her worry. Sven was very anal about this type of thing, especially a call from her.

  The hospital had contacted her earlier, letting her know that Robby was miraculously awake. She hurried to leave the office to visit him. Her little brother was in and out when she was there. The doctor said it would take time for Robby to fully awaken as his injured brain was slowly healing. Annalise tried to call Sven to tell him the good news but couldn’t get ahold of him. Curious, Annalise rang his secretary. She said that Sven wasn’t feeling well and had left early. Annalise tried Sebastian next, to confirm that Sven was home. Sebastian said that Sven was in his inner sanctum and didn’t want to be disturbed. Annalise decided to go home to see what was going on.

  Was Sven sick?

  Sven was the fittest man she’d ever met. And for him to suddenly be sick was mind-boggling.

  However, she had noticed that Sven had been restless lately. He was also insanely horny, not that she minded. They had been at it constantly, fucking each other’s brains out like a pair of crazed rabbits. When he wasn’t busy coaxing her to lose her panties, he worked like a maniac.