Bought by the billionaire

by Vi Carter

  “Nearly there,” I say and she faces forward. We reach the last door, it’s a set of double doors. Karen turns the handle and pushes it open and we step into the master suite.

  She’s standing in front of the bed, staring at the black bedding. I move behind her and inhale her scent. She turns around and I notice her pulse spikes in her neck.

  “This is the master suite?” She says and I take a step closer, bending down, I let my breath brush her jawline.

  “Yes. This is my room.” I lean back out slowly, my lips touch her jawline briefly and she inhales a sharp breath.

  I can’t stop the grin that tugs at my lips. This is going to be fun.

  CHAPTER THREE

  KAREN

  Two days. That’s how long it had been since I saw Damien. After he showed me to his bedroom, I had practically ran out of his penthouse. If he had kissed me there and then, I wouldn’t have stopped him. That’s when I knew I was in big trouble. Damien was trouble with a capital T. I had the ability to overlook how gorgeous he was when I was younger. But after meeting him now, I couldn’t seem to control myself.

  I take one final look in the mirror. This is not how I pictured my wedding day. I’ve opted for a pair of black trousers, a black high heel to make it look dressy, and a light white v-neck jumper. With my hair all down and pearls around my neck, it makes the outfit look professional but gentle at the same time.

  My makeup is light and I finish it off with a pair of my mother’s gold earrings. My stomach tightens as I think of my parents. They would be devastated to know I got married and they weren’t there. But this isn’t real, I remind myself.

  Before I change my mind, I turn away from the mirror and grab my bag and short black jacket.

  ***

  My heels echo along the empty corridor of the enterprise board. Fear tightens like a fist in my stomach. I had two days to try to talk myself out of this madness, but clearing Marcus’s debt and using the rest to help my parents was what drove me on. Holding my head up high, I continue my lonely march down the corridor until I reach the stairs that take me all the way up to a set of double doors. My stomach twists again when I read the sign.

  Registry office

  Please be quiet and respectful as a ceremony may be taking place.

  I don’t want to go in and I stare at the door for far too long. It moves and Damien fills the doorway. If I thought he looked good yesterday, I was in for a treat or a mini heart attack today. His black suit and white shirt had me squeezing my thighs.

  “Are you having second thoughts?” His question isn’t delivered with a smirk that I had expected. He actually looks unsure. My eyes dart to his lips before travelling back up to those black orbs that suck me in, and no doubt if I stare at them long enough they will spit me out.

  “No.”

  His smile is immediate and I push past him, trying to get a grip on myself. The room inside is darkened, and for a registry office there is something romantic about it.

  “This is Ronan and Michael, our witnesses.” I take both their outstretched hands, feeling dazed. We had witnesses. Did they know that I was being paid?

  “Damien is a lucky man.” Ronan’s boyish grin sets me at ease straight away.

  “Thank you,” I say.

  “Are you ready?” I turn to Damien, who’s standing far too close.

  I want to say no, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready, but I nod.

  The register introduces himself before he starts the proceedings, everything is a daze until he says the words I hadn’t even thought of.

  “You may kiss the bride.”

  Oh, no. My eyes dart to Damien and the hunger in his eyes sets my stomach into a spin. He steps closer and everything about him circles around me. Consuming me. He’s a foot taller than me, so when he dips his head close to my face, I can’t seem to move. His eyes bore into mine as his breath fans out across my face. His mouth moves closer to mine and I instinctively lick my lips. His breath brushes my lips and I squeeze my legs, but remember this is Damien Black and I fear one kiss will destroy me. I turn my head at the last second and his warm moist lips connect with my cheek. The kiss is soft and I feel it all the way down to my toes. He doesn’t lean back out immediately but surprises me by placing another small intimate kiss along my jawline.

  Facing the register, he ignores the fact we didn’t kiss on the lips.

  “Now we can sign the papers.”

  I exhale a sigh of relief and on wobbly legs sign the form that makes me Karen Black. I feel giddy.

  Damien moves behind me and I’m encased with his heat and smell. I don’t know why he keeps standing so close to me. Unless he knows what his closeness is doing to me. I stand to the side quickly and offer him the pen.

  Electricity zaps along my hand as our fingers touch. I don’t look up at him but focus on the pen. He finally takes it and I glance at his friends who are watching us with smirks on their faces.

  “Are either of you married?” I ask, feeling all kinds of awkward.

  “No, I’m not as lucky as Damien.”

  I smile at Ronan’s compliment.

  “Where did you meet again?” It’s Ronan who asks, his boyish looks shouldn’t be mistaken for a quiet man.

  “I told you. I was friends with her brother Marcus. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

  I suck in a breath as Damien wraps an arm around my waist, his large hand burning my skin.

  “We were lovers once and then we bumped into each other again, and I knew this time I wasn’t letting her go.” Damien squeezes me after spewing his lies and my eyes dart to his. He was enjoying this.

  “Isn’t that right, wife?” His wicked smile and the use of the word wife has dampness pooling in between my legs.

  Oh, God, this man was going to reduce me to nothing.

  DAMIEN

  She’s gaping at me.

  “Yes.” She smiles at Ronan and Michael and I don’t like it.

  “Thanks for coming.” I raise both brows at the boys to let them know they can leave now. They were enjoying this too much. When I told them I was getting married, they thought it was a joke, I mean; I couldn’t blame them. One part of the deal with my father was not to reveal the truth to my friends. It was a good job that I could lie, and that they believed my story. Karen wasn’t being very convincing, but I would smoothen that out later.

  “So what are you going to do now?” Ronan’s smile widens, dimples showing. Those are the women magnets, or so he tells me and Michael all the time. I tighten my hold on Karen, who stiffens even further.

  “Use your imagination,” I tell him before sliding my arm from Karen’s waist. I take her hand and entwine our fingers together. She fits in my hand perfectly. Her hand is moist and I glance at her. She doesn’t look nervous. Her eyes clash with mine and I want to ask her if she’s okay. There is something vulnerable about her. It’s the way she holds herself.

  “We better go,” she says with a small brief smile that I see through.

  “Yes we better.”

  We don’t speak as we leave the enterprise board.

  “My car is out the back.” Karen breaks the silence.

  “We better leave together in my car. No doubt Ronan or Michael are still watching.”

  Karen glances behind us. They were gone and wouldn’t be checking on us. I just wasn’t ready to let her hand go.

  “So they don’t know the truth?”

  “It’s one of the conditions that my father made.”

  “He’s making you marry?”

  I can sense a tone of sympathy in her voice, and I would normally end the conversation, but she’s relaxed while talking to me so I answer her.

  “In a roundabout way, yes.”

  Taking the keys of my car out of my pocket, I unlock it. Karen’s hand tightens in mine and I’m not sure if she even knows that she just did that.

  I have to reluctantly let her hand go to open the door for her.

  “Thank you.” She doe
sn’t look up at me as she slips into the car.

  The engine purrs to life as I pull away from the enterprise board and drive back to the penthouse.

  “Do I have to come back to your place now?”

  I clench my jaw. She sounded like she’d rather be anyplace else other than with me.

  “Did I not pay you enough?” I glance at her. Her cheeks grow a bright red.

  “That’s not what I meant. I just would like to go home for a while.”

  She has her hands clutched in her lap, like she’s frightened and it irritates me.

  “No,” I answer and she falls silent, staring out the window.

  I pull into the underground parking; once I’m parked and the car is off, I turn to Karen. She’s still staring out the window, but the pulse jumps frantically in her neck. I wanted to kiss her neck, her lips, her breasts. My trousers tighten as she glances at me. Her eyes are wide and dazed looking.

  “Why don’t we have a drink.”

  She nods her response and before I can say anymore she’s pulling the door handle and getting out.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Black.” Becky the receptionist greets us with a smile. I reach back and take Karen’s hand in mine, while bringing it to my mouth and pressing my lips to it. “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you Becky.” I take a peek at Karen to see her force a smile. It wavers when she notices I’m watching her.

  “Thank you.” Karen finds her voice as I move us to the elevator. She tries to pull her hand out of mine when we step into the elevator.

  “I’d like my hand back please. No one is watching us now.”

  I don’t release it, instead I face Karen as the doors close. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” I ask while I focus on her lips.

  “Not at all.”

  My lips turn up. “Good.”

  I close the distance while releasing her hand. Taking her face in my hands; something tells me if I do this, there will be no turning back. I dip my head, my lips dance above hers. She has the perfect opportunity to stop this now. But she doesn’t. My lips graze her perfectly plump ones. My kiss is feather light and when she doesn’t pull away, I press harder against her and move us until her back is at the elevator wall. Pushing my body flush against her, I have no doubt she can feel my excitement. My hands float up and down her sides taking in her curves and perfect frame. I want her now. I want to sink my cock into her. My trousers grow too tight and it’s almost painful. I force my tongue into her warm mouth and she moans into my mouth. My thumb rubs the side of her breast, while my other finds its way up her blouse. Her skin is warm and soft as I make my way up to her breast. The moment I squeeze it, she moans. It’s the perfect size in my hand. I want her so bad. Her hands were previously at her side and slowly they had found their way to my shoulders. I pull back and let my teeth take possession of her bottom lip. There is a moment when she stills against my body, but I bite. Her eyes dart to mine, her’s are floating with lust and I bite harder and she does something that has me ready to take her, she bites me back.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  KAREN

  My heart pounds rapidly in my chest. His body is flush with mine, his erection prods into my stomach. It feels huge and I throb to have him inside me. I’m shocked when he bites my lip, but I can’t deny the agonizing arousal I feel too. I do something I would never do. I bite back, but I don’t do it gently. I clamp my teeth together. Damien’s eyes darken and he pushes harder against me, my back connects with the wall of the elevator. The sound filling the space.

  Someone clears their throat. I squeal as I look around Damien. Two people are standing at the doors of the elevators. Becky, the receptionist is smiling at me. We never pressed the floor number so we were still in the lobby.

  “Sorry,” I say to the elderly couple. The lady smiles at me, but her husband looks at me like I’m some slut. Damien still hasn’t stepped away from me, and I take a peek at him. He’s watching me with a look of amazement on his face. I want to shake him and tell him we aren’t alone.

  “Top floor for us,” he calls over his shoulder but keeps me pinned where I am, as if he is afraid to move, in case this will end. That I will come to senses and step away from him. I know I need to, but I’m not able to resist Damien. I fold my arms across my chest and my cheeks grow hotter with every glance the elderly couple throw at me. They get off at floor five. The doors haven’t even closed when Damien’s hand touches my stomach.

  “Where were we?”

  I try to focus on his words, but his hot mouth is too close to mine. Each breath drawing me in.

  “I want to be between your legs.” His whispered words have my blush deepening. His lips take my earlobe and he sucks it before planting a kiss on my jawline. I arch my neck back giving him more entry. The ding of the elevator’s doors have him stepping away from me abruptly. I feel cold for an instant.

  I yelp as he wraps an arm around my waist and the other under my legs as he carries me into the penthouse. His action tightens my chest. I have to remind myself that this is just pretend.

  He doesn’t break eye contact as he carries me down the hall and towards the bedroom. I know I should stop this. I wasn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. We’ve reached the bedroom door and Damien opens it while still holding me, the moment we enter my stomach squeezes. Was I really going to sleep with him?

  He stops at the bed and places me on it. Pushing me back, he kisses my neck before standing up. My heart pounds as he pulls off his tie and slides out of his suit jacket. I swallow as I rise to get a better look. Each button he opens reveals a bit more of his toned, tanned chest. I stand feeling bold and help speed him up. Pushing the shirt down his arms, I slowly raise my eyes to his. He is stunning. His large hands take the hem of my jumper and I realize it’s my turn. I raise my arms in the air, Damien disappears briefly until my jumper joins his shirt and jacket on the floor. I want his trousers off, but he bends his head and buries it in my neck. His kisses have me moaning and he sucks the fragile skin. I grip his wide shoulders as he directs us back to the bed. I don’t want to lie down; I want his trousers off; I want him inside me.

  He leaves my neck once I’m lying on the bed. He reaches down, and separates my legs. His hand touches where I ache and I groan. My trousers dampen with need. He squeezes the sensitive area and I push it harder against his hand.

  My whole body fizzles and every nerve ending buzzes. I’m ready to reach for his trousers when his hand touches the band of my pants. My eyes snap to his. His grin has me sucking in my abused lip. He opens the button before dragging the trousers down my legs and removing my high heels along the way. My black lacy panties were small and didn’t cover much. He was drinking me in and all I wanted was him down here and inside me. He moves back up my body and stops at my breasts, pulling down each bra strap, he pulls it down painfully slow. His mouth takes my hard nipple and I moan while gripping his shoulders. His teeth graze the sensitive area and the dampness between my legs grows. Jesus, I might come just from him sucking my nipples. His large hand trails down my leg, leaving a burning path in its wake. When his thumb slips under the band of my panties, my body jerks in anticipation.

  “You like that Karen?” Damien leaves my breasts and kisses my neck again.

  “Yes.” My breathy response is joined with a groan as he slips his finger inside my wet pussy. I’m soaking as he pushes another finger inside me. My nipples are free and brush against his hard chest, sending electrical currents through my body. I arch my back when he pushes a third finger inside me. Spreading my legs wider, I want to give him more access. His mouth finds mine and he darts his tongue in. I push my own into his mouth, pulling him closer until he’s crushing me. His hand continues to slide in and out of me, his thumb flicking my clitoris and all I want is his cock inside me. His fingers pump harder and my body buzzes with the oncoming tide and I know I’m going to come all over his hand.

  “Oh God.” My words mingle with our kisses as the buzz in my body heightens and lights danc
e before my eyes.

  DAMIEN

  I want to consume all of her. Every part of her body feels and tastes so good. She’s better than I could have ever dreamed, and I had fantasized about Karen a lot. She’s moaning and jerking under me, and the power I feel is rushing to my head. She’s so close to coming, but I’m not ready to let this end here. I remove my fingers from her and break the kiss and her eyes dart to me; she looks confused and dazed and I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face as I move down the bed until I’m directly in between her legs. My erection pushes painfully against my trousers, but right now I want to taste Karen. I give Karen one final look and watch her green eyes grow wild as I bury my face in between her legs. She’s soaking and the knowledge that I did that has me sinking my tongue deep inside her. Hitting my tongue off her warm walls, I push as deep as I can. She arches her back and jerks. I take her clit between my lips and suck, her whole body reacts.

  “Come for me, Karen,” I say before returning to enjoying her. Using my fingers, I dip them in while my tongue works on the outside. She’s perfect. She starts to thrash. I move my fingers and tongue faster, and I feel her whole body tense around my fingers before she calls out and releases. Warm juices pour from her and I lick them up. My erection continues to grow, but I ignore it as I continue to lick and suck. When Karen’s body grows still, I come up and kiss the inside of her thigh gently. My mind flashes to a memory.

  “You had a birthmark here on your thigh?” I say. The skin was clear, and I wondered if she had it removed.

  “What?” She sounds breathless and I grin as I move back up her flawless body. She won’t hold my eye now, and I kiss her lips softly. When I pull back, her tongue flicks out and she tastes herself.