Bad Boys and Billionaires (The Naughty List Bundles)

by Synthia St. Claire

  “Where do you work?” Dom asked.

  “I do data entry for an insurance company.”

  “You enjoy it?”

  “No, not at all.”

  “I guess you don’t get much fresh air working in that kind of position?”

  “No, I don’t. I miss having so much space.”

  “Try to think of this as a vacation.”

  “I’ll try.”

  The sun was starting to go down when they got to a clearing. There was a circle of rocks around a pit, which looked like it used to house a fire. Dom told her to wait there while he prepared the bonfire. He came back with tinder and more branches. Then he struck a match.

  Soon they had a fire started. As he blew on the flame to make it erupt, Amy could feel the same sensation happening in her body. She was getting a little shy. At first, with all the excitement, talking was easy, but she found herself getting more reserved and a little on edge around Dom. She hadn’t been with a man so mature and in control in a long time.

  When Dom made the fire she cheered him with the whisky bottle.

  “Thank you,” he said, and took a seat next to her.

  When they sat down, there was a moment of heavy silence. Being so close, the tension was unbearable.

  She broke it. “Let’s drink this sucker.”

  Amy was more of a wine girl, but having the fire so close while in the middle of the nowhere made her feel adventurous. She put the bottle to her lips and let some spill onto her tongue. Throat burning, she coughed and almost spit it out.

  She handed it over to Dom.

  “You all right?”

  “Yeah, haven’t drank in awhile, and certainly nothing like that.”

  She was happy to see that Dom didn’t chug the bottle. He took a much heavier swig, but Amy hardly tilted hers back. Reserved, that was all he needed. He wiped his lips with a satisfied groan.

  “To be honest, I haven’t had a drink in awhile either, at least, not like this, with some company.”

  “You do a lot of drinking alone?” Amy stretched out and watched the timbers break off into tiny pieces, drifting off into the wind like pixie dust. Everything about this night was starting to seem fantastical.

  “No, that’s not what I meant. I meant with a woman.”

  “Oh,” she said, a little surprised. He looked like the type that wouldn’t have a problem with that. “Why not?”

  “Long story, but eh-” He shifted, sometimes glancing Amy’s way, but mostly keeping to the flames. “I suppose I can’t use that excuse every time.”

  Good, the plan’s working. He’s going to tell me a little more. Amy nodded to him, mouthing “go on.”

  “A couple years ago my fiance died. I haven’t been interested in a relationship since.”

  “I’m sorry,” Amy said. A part of her, a stupid little voice, said inside her, “Is that why you cracked?” He didn’t crack. You know that. You just don’t want to believe him, because not believing him would be easier than believing the truth. Maybe he is being followed for some reason. Maybe he is ex-CIA.

  “Bottle?”

  “Oh yeah, sorry,” he said, handing it over. Her eyes roamed over his muscular arms, bulging from his t-shirt. She took another swig. It burned again, but not as bad.

  Amy could start to feel a buzz. She wasn’t drunk, but she started to feel more relaxed. Strange, at the beginning of the day, she thought this might be the most stressful day of her life, but now, it might end up the most peaceful.

  “What about you?”

  “Not much of a whisky chick, although that would be cool. I like my sweet girlie wines. I’m out of my element.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” The fire rippled in his eyes.

  “Oh, what did you mean?”

  “I mean, why were you with that asshole, Amy?”

  “Long story,” she said and giggled nervously. “He wasn’t always an asshole. There were warning signs, but I didn’t want to see them. I suppose a psychologist would simply nod and point to the part in their book about family relationships. My dad beat my mom, and then when he started to beat me, I got my own place. I’ve been fending for myself ever since. Tom helped me a lot in the beginning. Little did I know I headed right into the same situation.”

  Dom took a swig.

  “I’m sorry. That’s rough.”

  “Thanks,” she said, glad to hear him understand. Most of the time, people tried to defend Tom or else shift the blame on Amy. Sometimes all she wanted to hear was “sorry.”

  I might be starting to like you, Dom. Please, don’t turn out to be a killer on the run, or some other type of madman. Please, don’t make this turn out to be a case of Stockholm Syndrome either.

  They continued to drink and talk. Eventually, darkness blanketed the woods, and she felt like shuffling closer to Dom, not sure what else was moving about in the night. Next to him and the fire, she felt a lot safer.

  Amy only had a couple more sips. She had a good buzz going, but she needed to keep focused in order to deal with this situation. The last thing she needed was to get hammered with her captor.

  “Thanks for standing up for me back there. I let Tom get away with too much. I was actually about to break up with him. I don’t want to think about what he was about to do to me,” she told him.

  “You deserve a lot better.”

  She laughed. “How can you tell that?”

  “In this brief time we’ve been together, I could pick up on it. You’re a sweet girl...smart, intelligent-” He stopped. Amy thought he was going to say “sexy.”

  Why didn’t you say sexy?

  Why did you stop?

  “Hey, don’t stop in the middle of your compliment.”

  “Sorry,” Dom said. He looked away, shaking his head. Something was wrong. Something stoked the fire in his eyes. He couldn’t look at her.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I shouldn’t,” he said. He moved further away. She put her hand out to comfort him. “I really shouldn’t.”

  “Shouldn’t what?”

  “I don’t think I can stop myself around you.”

  “Oh?”

  She looked into his eyes. They seemed different. Amy couldn’t put her finger on it.

  “That doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” she said. Amy couldn’t believe she said it after. She blamed the whisky, but that wasn’t it.

  I just broke up with my boyfriend, and here I am flirting with the guy who kidnapped me. This is unbelievable.

  Yet she knew this was an opportunity she shouldn’t pass up. Dom had been kind to her. Saved her. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to have some comfort, especially from Dom. Besides, having a little distraction wouldn’t be a bad thing. This might be a hot rebound, or it might be something else.

  “It’s not what you think,” he said.

  “Then tell me,” she said, and her hand fell on his thigh. Don’t tell me you’re gay. You’ve been checking me out this whole time.

  Her hand darted away when she felt the muscles pushing against her. He was on edge all right. What was happening? What was Dom hiding from her?

  “Too late.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “You’ll understand soon enough.”

  He stood next to the bonfire, then attempted to throw off his shirt, but it was already too tight against him. When he needed to tear it to pieces in order to free himself, that’s when Amy realized that something wasn’t right.

  Dom was changing.

  She thought he looked more bear like before, but now he was a bear. His chest was covered in fur, and it grew much wider. He roared, stretching out, showing off gigantic teeth in his monstrous mouth. The flames licked his giant chest, glowing in the dark forest.

  Amy couldn’t budge. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out.

  She kept staring.

  He ripped off his jeans next.

  Then he fell towards the fire, holding himself up on his hands and knees while he panted, catc
hing his breath. Despite her shock, she ran towards him, afraid of what might happen to him. She wasn’t sure why she did it at that moment. Maybe it was because she wasn’t afraid of him, only shocked, her mind rattled from the magic that happened before her mortal eyes.

  When he sprang back up, he tilted her lips toward him.

  She stared back into those beast’s eyes. He was half animal, half human, and all of him wanted her. He put his lips to hers, ravishing her with his wild tongue. She let him in, gasping at first, but then she couldn’t gasp as his tongue rolled over hers. Shocked and out of breath, Amy stepped back.

  Towering over her, Dom rose. He was tall before, but now he was a giant. He grabbed her curvy hips, pulling her into him. His boxers pressed against him so tight that they were ready to burst.

  He ravished her with his tongue again. She opened wider, letting him explore, his tongue finding its way to her sensitive neck. She turned and trembled. As she did, she glanced at his boxers, now off. His exposed cock pressed against her, rubbing against her while she held onto his strong back for support.

  Dom picked her up, hoisting her against his chest. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him, giving him a bite on his bottom lip. There was a wild side to Amy as well. He had just brought it out.

  Leading her to their meager supplies, he put her down on a blanket they brought from the car. She laid out, at his will, staring up at him outlined by the stars. Amy knew he was wild, but she felt safe, because this wild beast was hers, at least for the night. Besides, she was crazy with lust herself, clawing and clutching onto his fur and howling at the moon as his tongue went lower to her tits.

  Maybe she should’ve been more concerned. Was she heading into another bad situation with someone out of control? The way Dom touched her, so aggressively, bordered on violence.

  Her tits freed, Dom sucked and played with them between his thick fingers. He knew how to touch them just right, twisting while grinding his hot cock between her thighs. Amy pressed against him, trying to get his cock to rub that perfect spot between her legs.

  Dom couldn’t hold himself back.

  “Gotta have you now,” he groaned, and he thrust her into his arms again and then placed her down on her hands and knees.

  Dom tore at her pants, pulling them off her. He was in control. Not a second went by where he didn’t make her understand that.

  The bear’s tongue flicked the air behind her, readying himself to taste that sweet honey flowing between her thighs. Her panties off, her wet, pretty pussy waited at the perfect angle to be taken. The bear put his huge paws on her ass, then pulled her back slowly to meet his cock.

  “You’re so big,” she said as his tip entered and filled her.

  Amy grit her teeth, snarling like a beast. Was that cock intimidating or what? The entrance told her she was going to have a wickedly good time. He entered her deeper, taking her in short, yet firm strokes. Her pussy stretched to take more of Dom.

  “Dom,” she cried out, loving how he made her feel. This man is dangerous. The way he fucks me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. He really isn’t afraid.

  He growled and fucked her even deeper until she could ride back on him halfway down his shaft. He demanded more. Luckily, the bear was kind enough to break her in slowly. Her sex, wet and overflowing with her juices, eased into the tremendous friction of his well hung cock.

  Fucking her faster, she gripped onto the blanket, clawing at it desperately. He fucked her fast now, taking her hard and rough. Her ass smacked back against him. His balls were full and heavy against her. She knew he had a lot pent up. When he released, he was going to pour into her.

  It was bliss. If he kept going, coming inside her pussy, she could worry about it later. The evening was magical, somehow they had been brought together, and now she was being pummeled by him, brought to a brilliant orgasm that she had been begging for years before.

  “You’re going to make me come. Yes, just like that,” she screamed, her cries echoing through the forest.

  He bent her over and held her hips, crashing into her. His long cock hit her in just the right spot, and the bear never broke a sweat. She couldn’t hold on any longer. When was he going to come?

  She wasn’t used to coming first, but she didn’t think she could last any -

  Then it hit her.

  The stars got brighter as if they sucked her in, and then the orgasm blew her mind. Her pussy drenched his cock, pressed deep inside her while she trembled terribly against the blanket. The bear growled and let loose, claiming her.

  She was still out of it as he came.

  The orgasm brought some sense to her. She managed to break free of his clutches before he came. As it spurted out of his thick tip, Amy brought her tongue out, catching every drop.

  Spent, Dom wrapped his giant arms around her. He scooped her up and placed Amy against his chest. Curled against him, staring at the stars, Amy felt safe, at peace. When was the last time she could say that? When was the last time she didn’t stress out about something?

  Dom’s wildness subsided. For a moment, when he was fucking her, she worried that he might never break out of it. Would she be killed by that cock? He had the stamina to fuck her until she passed out, which was a good thing, but in the case of someone who couldn’t stop themselves, a little scary.

  She guessed his rabidness left because he had finally been relieved, but he still looked half bear, and she could still stretch out on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to the fire, keeping her warm through the night.

  They didn’t need to say anything. They fell into a peaceful slumber.

  They were back.

  Dom startled from the deep sleep. The sex had been so good that he thought he might have gone into early hibernation. Luckily, his animal senses kicked him awake before they could be captured.

  He scooped Amy into his arms.

  “What’s going on?”

  She didn’t realize there was a team sneaking into their camp as they spoke. They were confident too. His smell picked that up. These men were full of themselves. Dom still wasn’t sure why. They hadn’t been able to catch him yet. Maybe they thought this time they finally trapped their bear.

  Amy was still out of it after their sex. He hoped he hadn’t been too rough with her, but she seemed to enjoy it. Seemed...that would be an understatement. Dom liked the extra testosterone shifting brought, and increased senses was a huge bonus as well.

  His animal urges told him to run or fight. He chose running. He couldn’t fight with Amy there, not when those men had guns.

  How did they find him this time? The fire? Thermal imaging from helicopters or drones? They must’ve had a lot of men on his tail. He was sure he was a high priority target. Why wouldn’t he be? Maybe it was multiple groups chasing him, all trying to capture him so they would be the one who could reveal their new technology first.

  “Hold on,” he said, and she clung tight to his chest.

  “Huh?”

  She was still out of it. Dom didn’t blame her. She managed not to scream as he barreled through the branches, tearing them down and leaping over the rocks that led up a steep hill. Hair rising, muscles pumping, he dug his claws in.

  He sprung up the hill on those thick bear calves. Such immense power flowed through him. The fear subsided. The danger didn’t seem so worrisome now. Whenever he transformed, he could care less about the threats of man. Man was puny and weak compared to the strength of the bear.

  Being in the woods, in his home, he had the advantage.

  “Shut your eyes. It’s all right,” he said.

  She closed them and let him run. The branches snapped against him. His skin was too tough for them to hurt. His eyes glanced past the treetops, almost blacking out the sky above, only for some shimmer of light. No sign of helicopters, which was good.

  He didn’t know how many miles he ran before he started to tire. He knew that those men behind him would never be able to catch up.


  A part of him was being pulled to his more animal side as the anger rose over their ambush, but he shoved it down. If Amy hadn’t been there, he might’ve done something foolish and transformed completely, losing his mind in a rage and attacked. That wouldn’t have ended well for anyone.

  Good thing Amy was there to calm him. When he looked down at her, safe in his arms, he relaxed.

  “Are we safe?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he said, and he slowly walked down from the woods to a supermarket parking lot. Dom had no idea where they were, but they were safe for the time being.

  “Are you OK?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” Dom had to smile at that. She was cute, caring about him. She yawned and stretched out in his arms.

  “I knew the best sleep of my life would be ruined. That’s not right, them intruding on our cuddling time.”

  “Ah, now we have assigned cuddling time. I see. Consider another deep hibernation in your future to make up for it.”

  “There better be,” she said. “Can you put me down now? I need to use my legs sometime.”

  “Sure,” he said, and he started to drop her when she clung to him.

  “Oh shit, no. I’m naked. I forgot. Is that a supermarket?”

  “Yes,” he said, and he looked down too, realizing he was naked. His eyes roamed over the curvy beauty in his arms. The heat was on him again. The feralness threatened to take him. His mind raced with images of her submitting to him, being filled with his wild seed, taking him over and over - and then he stopped himself.

  He couldn’t transform again.

  And he couldn’t get involved with Amy another time.

  She was already in too much trouble. Besides, he wasn’t in the situation where he could be in a relationship, and she seemed like the type to want that. Even if he liked her, too bad. Dom needed to keep moving, and he couldn’t be held back by someone like Amy.

  “Let’s find some clothes for ourselves,” he said.

  This had already gone on too long. He needed to leave Amy someplace safe. The longer she was with him, he now realized, the more danger she was in. They would eventually find him again unless he moved deep off the grid.