Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels

by Priscilla West

  “It might have crossed my mind.” He gave me that lazy, sensuous smile that always made my heart flutter.

  He was quiet for a moment before suddenly gripping my arm. “Dove, I think I might—”

  I bit my lip nervously as the blood in my veins began to warm. His grip on me tightened for a moment before he released me. He ran his hands through his dark blond hair and laughed quietly to himself. “Never mind.” I turned sharply and fixed my gaze on the distant skyline, unable to look at him.

  His vulnerability from last night still lingered, but this time it was more subdued and less caustic. What is it you want to say to me? The silence between us grew tense, relieved only by his clipped words, “Our plane leaves in a few hours. We’ll pack and leave as soon as we can.”

  Once again, he was reaffirming the distance between us.

  When I went back into the room, I was greeted with the savory scent of coffee, bacon, eggs and toast delivered by room service while we were out on the balcony. We ate unceremoniously before grabbing our belongings and shoving them into bags. I was going back to California with much more than I had brought to Paris, thanks to Victor’s desire for me to look as lavish as possible. “I can barely fit everything,” I said as I pressed down my suitcase with all my weight and attempted to zip it shut.

  "You can leave some things behind." He closed his own suitcase and locked it.

  "You're kidding," I said under my breath. I pressed the suitcase down and managed to zip it shut. "There's no way I'm leaving any of this behind. There!"

  He gave me a weary smile. "Ready?"

  I nodded, but I couldn’t smile in return.

  ***

  The plane ride home was difficult for me. My eyes were glued to the window as I stared at the Parisian scenery growing smaller with the distance, trying to ingrain the final image of the city in my mind. Who knew when I would be back. The tension between me and Victor was palpable. I worried that if I opened my mouth I would find myself asking him what he had wanted to say to me on the balcony. But that would have upset him, furthering the rift between us. I remained quiet for most of the trip. My life in the United States seemed so uncertain, as did my life in Paris when we first arrived there. Victor had been so close to opening up to me in Paris; would that dissipate once vacation was over and we were back in San Francisco?

  Chapter Fourteen

  We landed in California at the edge of morning. I had watched the sun rise over the hilly terrain of the Bay Area, the sky a canvas of rosy pink and pale orange hues. Oscar was waiting by Victor’s car and greeted us warmly. “I hope your trip was enjoyable, Mr. Draper, Dove.” He nodded and gave me a smile.

  “It was.” Victor gave Oscar a friendly pat on the shoulder. “We had beautiful weather for most of our stay.” We put our luggage in the trunk and slid into the backseat. Victor sighed as we began driving. “Jet lag after returning from Europe has always been a problem for me, so I think we might relax for the rest of the day.” I glanced at him as he spoke. Even after a ten hour plane ride, he looked as composed as ever.

  “Very well, Mr. Draper,” Oscar said.

  It felt strange to be back at the mansion; everything was the way we left it. Karen was dusting the banisters as we walked through the door and seemed happy—and a bit surprised—to see me with Victor. I glanced down at what I was wearing and decided that I did look different from the girl who left weeks ago. I wasn’t sporting the usual plain white blouse and pencil-shaped skirt. Instead, I was wearing tight jeans and a silky blue button-up top that clung to my skin. Although I was still thin, I had gained some weight since I left for France. It was most noticeable in my breasts, which were pushed up with a new bra, yet another new article of clothing from the trip to Paris.

  “Well you two look like you had a good time. And you sure do have a rosy glow, Dove,” Karen said as she set down her feather duster. “Although, you must be tired. I drew a bath for you and set some clean sheets on your bed.”

  “Thank you, Karen,” I said gratefully. Ever since I arrived at the mansion, everyone who worked there was kind to me, but I had always been closest with Karen. I made my way to the large staircase and sighed with exhaustion. A warm bath followed by a nap seemed like the best thing for me now.

  Betty peeked out from the kitchen. “Welcome home!” She had a giant smile on her face. “I have dinner ready whenever you want it.”

  I gave her a friendly wave. Was this home for me? Home was a place that I could always come back to. I looked up at Victor and my heart flipped in my chest at the thought of living with him for the rest of my life. Would it be crazy to even consider it?

  ***

  I quickly went back to my duties as a maid in the week that followed, cleaning up whenever Karen or Victor requested, and at times helping Betty prepare the meals. Victor spent most of his time at the office but when he was home, I tried to avoid him—the tension between us from the end of our trip was still obvious and I knew I’d only get angry with him when he refused to open up to me.

  But on Friday, he came home early from work and spotted me in the kitchen as I was helping Betty put away some dishes. I ignored him at first, pretending as though I didn’t see him until he put his hand on my shoulder, forcing me to acknowledge his presence. I wasn’t sure how to behave around him when he was home. I wondered if the contract was the only reason he was keeping me around.

  “Dove, there’s something I want to show you.” I furrowed my brow before placing a glass in the cupboard and turning to him. His face looked expectant, his blue eyes as soft as I’d ever seen them. He took my hand in his and led me upstairs to a room that had been locked since I arrived at the mansion.

  He took a key out from his pocket and turned the lock. “I didn’t forget my promise to give you any art supplies you want.” He opened the door and flicked the switch. He put his hand lightly on my back as he led me through the door.

  I gasped and brought my hands to my chest. It was more than I could have ever even dreamed of. What lay before me was a complete art studio. A large easel stood in the middle of the room beneath a glass chandelier. A blank canvas leaned against the easel, ready for me to use. More canvases were propped against the wall, and on several tables there were a variety of paints: oil, acrylics, watercolors. I walked around the room and noticed that there were also pastels, pencils, and high-quality markers. A couch was set up in one corner of the room with an oil painting of an ancient Roman ruin hung above it. The rest of the walls were bare. “You can hang up your paintings if you’d like.”

  The curtains were drawn away from the massive windows, allowing the sunlight to illuminate the room and its contents. “This is perfect. Absolutely perfect,” I whispered.

  He smiled. “This room is all yours.”

  My emotions were about to burst. Forgetting about our last morning in Paris, I ran across the room and jumped into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his back as I showered him with thank you’s. I pulled away so that I was looking him in the eyes before kissing him squarely on the mouth. “This is more amazing than I ever imagined.”

  He seemed to be taken aback by my outburst. He set me gently on my feet and chuckled. “And I thought I might’ve been overdoing it.”

  “I’ve got to start working,” I exclaimed, eager to take advantage of my new space.

  “There’s something I wanted to tell you first. The Lotus Art gallery is opening next week, I got us tickets.”

  I beamed up at him. I loved art galleries. “That sounds wonderful.” Once again I looked around at everything he gave me, tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you so much.”

  “I’m still amazed that you remember so much about art, yet know nothing else about your past,” he said. “It’s such a peculiar thing to hold onto.”

  “Sometimes when I’m in bed I close my eyes and try to remember bits and pieces of my life. I get the feeling that I’m about to uncover something, but it always disappears.” I gave him a ha
lf smile. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to remember anything. The more I’m with you, the less I worry about it.”

  He tugged a lock of my hair. “Do you mean to be so honest with me?”

  I panicked, had I said too much? But then I noticed that he was smiling. “I don’t see the point in lying.”

  He leaned down and kissed the top of my head. He then pulled me close and pressed his face into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Your hair always smells like lavender.”

  My heart began to pound as it always did when he was that close to me. How the hell did he do it?

  “Is it bothering you?” I asked.

  “Lavender used to grow around here when I was younger.” He pulled back and unbuttoned the top of my blouse. His thumb trailed across the fullness of my breasts before he lowered my bra straps and cupped one breast in his hand. He knelt on the floor and took my nipple into his mouth, wrapping his warm tongue around its hardened tip. I gasped as he pulled away from me and pinched it between his fingers, the faint pulse of desire starting up between my legs.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lowered my head onto his and softly moaned. He stood up, taking one of my hands and placing it onto his cock. I felt it harden at my touch. He finished unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it off my body. He unhooked my bra and set it on top of my discarded top. Goosebumps rose from my skin as the air of the room hit my naked torso, and I could practically feel the heat emanating from Victor’s body.

  “You were very bad this week, Dove. Avoiding me whenever I was home,” he said, his voice silky and sensuous. “I think it’s time you come into my bedroom where I can teach you a lesson.”

  “Your bedroom?” Although it had often been the subject of my daydreams, I had yet to step foot in his room. He led me out of the art studio and across the hall. I glanced around to see if anyone was nearby—Victor didn’t seem to care that I was half-naked but I didn’t want to be caught topless by Oscar or Karen. Thankfully neither was to be seen as he led me to his bedroom.

  I was surprised to find that he just had a regular bedroom, although it was positioned towards the front of the mansion so that he could easily see who was coming and going. A large four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room and was adorned with dark red sheets and pillows.

  What had I had been expecting? A giant waterfall spilling into a heated swimming pool complete with servants feeding us food and cocktails? His room was much more intimate.

  “How do you want me, Sir?” I asked, squaring myself in front of him and doing my best to sound seductive and sexy.

  It was then that I noticed ropes tied to the posts of the bed. The sight of them made my heart quicken. “What are those—” I began but stopped as he covered my eyes with a dark cloth.

  My senses immediately heightened as everything disappeared around me. My heart began hammering in my chest as I braced myself for the unknown. I heard Victor’s voice in front of me. “You said you like it rough. I’m going to find out if you were telling the truth.”

  His hands gripped my skirt as he pushed it down my hips along with my panties. “Step out of your skirt.” I stepped forward, stumbling out of the loose clothing.

  “Did I not teach you how to walk with grace, Dove?” I was embarrassed by my clumsiness given Victor’s confidence, but my excited curiosity eclipsed my self-doubt, and I soon felt desire heat up inside me as I stood there naked, not knowing what he had planned for me.

  “I’m sorry,” I gulped, growing hot with anticipation as wetness began to trickle down my legs.

  “Bend over.” I did so, feeling more exposed than ever as the memory of our encounter in the elevator in Paris flooded over me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like being told what to do—it turned me on more than I thought possible—but I didn’t want to be some convenient outlet for him. I suddenly felt a sharp, stinging blow to my ass that made me jump. As if he could sense my hesitancy he said, “If I’m making you uncomfortable tell me to stop, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, his words reassuring me. I relaxed as I registered the sting of the spanking and the wave of lust it sent through my body.

  “How was that?”

  God, the burn of the pain brought with it a new burn of desire, and it was almost difficult to tell the two sensations apart; my pussy was already starting to throb from the novelty of it. “Harder,” I whispered daringly, and whatever he was using, came down and struck me again. This time it brought me to my knees.

  “Careful,” he said.

  “No.” The pain was so delicious; I wanted more and more, to be doused in the fiery sting of it. “I want more.”

  He struck me again and again and each time I cried out with passion. “No more,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my chest and pulled me up. I stumbled after him as he led me to the bed, disappointed that I would no longer be able to feel the slow heat that burned more intensely with each spanking. He pulled me against him so that I could feel his erection against my back. I lifted my legs and drew myself up onto the bed. The silk sheets were cold against my feverish skin.

  “Sit down on your legs,” he commanded.

  I tucked my legs beneath me and waited eagerly for his next move. Something tight was being tied around both my ankles and my legs. He must be using the ropes I had seen around the bed posts; the restricted sensation made my heart flutter with nervous excitement.

  “Lean back.”

  I bent backwards until my shoulders rested on the sheets, my back arched just above them. My head, not having any support beneath it, hung upside down beyond the foot of the bed. Blood immediately rushed to my head as I felt him grab my hands and tie them behind my back so that there was no way for me to upright myself. I squirmed a bit to test my restraints; there was some leeway so my circulation was not cut off, but there was no way in hell the ropes would give.

  The rush of blood to my face made it feel like the entire world was spinning, even though I couldn’t see it. My face felt hot with the awareness that my pelvis was thrust straight in the air for Victor’s viewing and pleasure.

  “You are absolutely beautiful,” he said.

  I felt my skin jump as something light glided across my body, like tiny butterfly wings fluttering over my skin. I squirmed as the tickling sensation created goosebumps down my body and heightened my awareness of his touch. The toy he was using traveled down to my pussy where he twirled it back and forth ruthlessly. I wanted to thrust my hips out to meet the toy and increase the desire he ignited in me, but I could do nothing but moan into the darkness.

  “Did you want something, Dove?”

  He began working my breasts with his large hands, pulling sharply at the tips of my already hardened nipples. I whimpered as my back arched. Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation seemed to electrocute my body as something much harder than his fingers clamped down on both of my nipples. I gasped, lifting my head up for a moment before gravity brought it back down. I was ravished by a searing pain that jolted through my breasts, but the pain was overwhelmed by the persistent calling of my burning pussy.

  I cried out as he stimulated me endlessly. He didn’t seem to have any desire to give me release. I wanted to yell at him, call him names, but all I could spit out was, “Fuck!”

  “What’s that?” His voice was crooning in my ears as he began slapping my pussy with the palm of his hand.

  “Please. Finger me, Sir. Put your cock in me. I can’t take it anymore.”

  I felt a shift in the mattress and something hard and smooth pressing against my breasts, moving across the tips of my nipples that were still under the mercy of the clamps. He moved his cock down my belly where most of my blazing desire was building up. He entered me with just the tip of his cock and pulled out immediately. I cried out, not caring how pitiful it was to be so powerless before him. He stuck his tip in again, this time keeping it inside me for a moment, thrusting back and forth only slightly.

  I felt like I was dying as he continued to tease me. I needed a release badly and he was
making sure I suffered every bit of it. I was angry with him for torturing me but I couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else, only my sweet, devilish Victor. “Please, put it deep inside me!”

  “Did I say you could order me around?” he growled, but he shoved his cock as deep inside of me as it could go. I once again screamed out and dug the nails of my clenched hands into my skin. He gripped my protruding hips as he thrust the entire length of himself into my body.

  The rush of blood that surged towards my head doubled, and my heart began beating like a loud drum against my ears as I felt the inside of my body rise up with his every movement. Tears began forming in my eyes, streaming down my forehead and into my hair as my body rocked with his force and passion. I was practically sobbing as the fire between my legs finally erupted and my walls clenched and unclenched around his cock. The relief of the tension building inside of me was so overwhelming that I felt like I was going to pass out.

  Kisses ravaged my body as he pulled himself out of me. I felt his large, muscular body lean forward to take the blindfold away from my face. I laid there panting as the ties around my body loosened and fell away.

  “Easy now,” he said. His hand supported my lower back as he slowly drew me up into a more comfortable seated position.

  I stared at him wordlessly as I continued to pant like I had just run a race. He took the clamps, which were two metal fasteners attached together by a long chain, off of my nipples. I continued to stare at him, stunned.

  “I want to give you pleasure now,” I said once I had caught my breath.

  He smiled down at me. “You’ve already given me that.” He guided my hands down to my pussy where it was covered in evidence of our arousal. I looked down at the sticky mess on my fingers and brought it to my mouth to suck on it, hoping it would please him. His smile widened and he kissed me. “Lay down with me.”

  I rested my head comfortably on his pillows, and looked down at the faint marks left by the bindings on my arms and legs. Just seeing them there was enough for me to feel turned on again. Victor enveloped my body with his, and I was still so sensitive from the stimulation that I felt every inch of his body pressed against my skin. He held me silently as I closed my eyes.