Billionaire's Forbidden Baby: BWWM Interracial Alpha Male Baby Romance Novel

by Jada Sioux

  Kiara’s mouth curved downwards as she considered her current options. Eliza’s words still burned in her ears, and every time she thought about that conversation, she felt cheaper and cheaper. When Damien had been out of town, she had managed to muster all of her strength and keep from replying to his messages or reacting to the gifts he’d sent her.

  But when he had turned up in person… well. Kiara couldn’t keep the blush from creeping to her cheeks and a warmth from spreading between her legs when she thought back to the kiss they had shared in the conference room.

  Somehow, his touch had grown even more commanding than she remembered it, and his lips were firm but tender. There was affection and longing in that kiss, she thought, but at this point Kiara wasn’t sure if she wasn’t just imagining things and seeing a silver lining where there was none. Making up emotions and feelings that she wanted to be there, but weren’t.

  Rationally, she knew that she must have been just another trinket for Damien to pass the time with. But emotionally, she couldn’t help but think that there was more there.

  The way he looked at her wasn’t the look of a man, who just wanted to sink his dick into a nice body, to put it crudely. Then again, he could have any woman he wanted in the entire world, so why her? Kiara sighed as the familiar train of thought rushed through her head, the same questions she had asked a thousand times already piling on until she could hardly think straight from all the worrying.

  Just when she was about to launch into another tirade about how things couldn’t possibly work between her and Damien, the car stopped and the driver opened the door for her. He extended a hand to help her out, and Kiara got up on wobbly legs, wearing heels that were meant more for standing than any kind of actual motion. The warm L.A. sun beat down on her, and her eyes went wide with surprise as she took in the sight before her.

  They were at one of the most exclusive marinas in L.A., and the car had driven right up to a big, gleaming white yacht the size of an apartment building. Standing in white slacks and a partially buttoned-up white shirt, Damien greeted her from the bow of the ship, smiling like a man who knew he was impressing the pants right off of her. She swallowed hard. Wealth didn’t make her knees buckle, but the sight of his chiseled chest in that shirt and his dirty blonde hair being whipped around by the wind certainly did.

  “I’m glad you could make it,” he called, motioning towards the ramp that lead up to the deck. “Come up. It is about time we head out.”

  On shaky legs, Kiara made her way up the ramp until a strong hand was there to help her, Damien’s fingers gripping her hand and pulling her to him. She half-expected him to kiss her again, but he just smirked and waved to the driver to leave, letting go of her.

  “Come, I’ll show you around,” he said conversationally, leading her across the ship with her hand firmly in his.

  It was one of those impossibly large and expensive power yachts, and wherever she looked, extravagance gazed back. It wasn’t hard to imagine hundreds of people having a big party on the boat, laughing and drinking champagne from crystal flutes. While Kiara had helped plan parties like that for clients, she had never really been on a ship like that, and frankly, it was a bit intimidating.

  “It’s gorgeous,” she mumbled as they headed down into the rooms hidden below deck. The engine of the ship rumbled to life, and Kiara could feel it start to move. “Wait, are we going somewhere?” she asked, surprised.

  “Yes. I thought we could go sail a bit. I assume you have nowhere better to be today. Besides, I want you to get good use of that swimsuit, after all,” he said, looking like a wolf staring down a bunny.

  She couldn’t suppress her smile. So what if she didn’t know what the hell he wanted to do with her? She could enjoy the ride while it lasted, right? Kiara tried to push the worries out of her head and just enjoy her time in the presence of the sleek, powerful man, who seemed to be on a mission to sweep her off her feet. A girl could dream a little, right?

  ***

  “And that’s how Cadence would become the new Tiffany’s classical collection – sought after by the mid-class and worn just as easily by the rich and the famous,” Kiara concluded with a big grin on her lips.

  It was easy to enjoy work when she had a freshly made mojito in her hand and the sun was gently licking her body as it was laid out on a plush, comfortable beach chair on the uppermost deck of the yacht. Damien was looking at her while sipping on his own drink, his eyes sharp and focused. He’d insisted that she change into her bikini before they start with the work talk, and though she protested with all her might, Damien won as usual.

  Now, in retrospect, she couldn’t disagree with his logic one bit. Everything went smoother when one got to bask in the warmth of sunshine with a delicious drink in her hand and a man, who looks like a Greek god keeping her company.

  “That’s not too bad of an idea,” Damien said, leaning on the railing.

  The impossibly blue ocean made his eyes look all the more gorgeous. It was far too easy to get lost in them, and it took considerable effort for Kiara to keep her wits about her.

  “The only problem I have is with the possibility of cheapening the brand. As much as we want the money, we don’t exactly want to become the Michael Kors of fine jewelry.”

  Kiara nodded. She liked talking about work. It was the one thing she knew she was good at. Despite all of her family’s financial difficulties and the hardships she had had to go through to get her degree, Kiara could proudly say that it had been money well-spent, and she’d truly picked a career that would let her grow and become a woman who stood on her own two feet.

  It even distracted her from that howling desire to touch Damien that had been growing ever stronger since he showed up at the conference room unannounced.

  “That’s why we don’t compromise on the price. We’re not looking to make the pieces cheaper, just make them that much more desirable. When you think about it, there really aren’t that many pieces of jewelry that people could name off the top of their head.

  Take the Cartier love bangle for example. Everyone knows what it is, and every woman, no matter how rich or poor, desires it. The Cadence pieces could become like that. I think the Affection necklace and the starburst ring could be the biggest sellers.”

  “And why do you think that?” he asked casually.

  The breeze whipped through his hair and made his shirt billow slightly, showing off more skin underneath the white fabric. For a second, his chiseled abs caught her eye, and she had to suppress a little sigh – she remembered exactly how they felt against her when he was on top of her, kissing her mouth hungrily as he rutted into her. It was enough to make a girl squirm in her seat.

  Dressed in a hot red bikini, she knew she looked good – she didn’t need to guess, he had told her as much. Kiara couldn’t help but wonder where the day would take her. Was he going to just talk shop during the whole trip? They were already so far from the shore that Kiara couldn’t see a speck of land, and aside from the occasional server, who came to refill their glasses or to bring refreshments, they were completely alone.

  You were supposed to want him to just keep it professional. So don’t let your mind wander!

  Kiara reminded herself, exhaling and forcing herself to look away from Damien’s cut abs. Focus was the key here, and she knew that he could make her resolve crumble in a matter of moments.

  “Because they’re statement pieces without being too glitzy. Something you could wear every day and feel special without looking like you’re trying to outdo everyone around you. They’re gorgeous, obviously, but those pieces wouldn’t look out of place when worn to an office. I think that’s important. Most of us simple girls don’t have a lot of banquets to wear fine jewelry to.”

  As soon as she had said that, she wished she hadn’t. Damien quirked a brow at her, and she knew she’d walked herself right into a conversation she didn’t want to be having. Now she just had to hope she could get herself out of it before saying too much.


  CHAPTER TEN

  Damien

  “I thought we were having a great time at the banquet, Kiara. You never did tell me why you left so abruptly,” Damien said, his voice level. He was obviously curious about what had made her dash out of there like she was being chased by a mob.

  Kiara bit her lower lip, immediately wishing she hadn’t brought the topic up at all. What could she tell him?

  Oh, I had a talk with your ex, and she told me that I’m essentially just a call girl, there to amuse you a little, and if you went one city over, you’d have another woman just as eager to go with you wherever you wanted?

  That’d go over well. She could feel herself blushing, her body betraying her yet again, as it was suspect to doing around Damien Thatch.

  “I didn’t feel good,” she said. Rolling the thought around in her head – it wasn’t too big of a lie. She couldn’t exactly say that if she’d stayed, she might have had to smack his ex in front of every important person in L.A. “And you seemed to be very busy with running the event, so I didn’t want to bother you.”

  Yes, that sounds feasible enough, she concluded, somewhat relieved that she’d managed to come up with something halfway believable.

  By the look on his face, Kiara was pretty sure she hadn’t managed to convince him quite as well as she’d hoped, but he didn’t pry further. Instead, he pushed himself away from the railing and came to sit next to her, his steps long and limber. His white pants showed the outlines of his muscles as he moved, and it made Kiara’s stomach knot. Dammit, why did he have to be so excruciatingly hot!

  Damien looked at her with his ocean blue eyes, and Kiara’s breath caught in her chest. Being the focal point of Damien Thatch’s attention was like being thrown into a frying pan on full heat. She couldn’t really deal with anything but keeping what little of her wits she still possessed about her.

  “Well, I’m glad you’re here now. And you can’t run anywhere this time,” he said, a wolfish grin spreading on his lips.

  She gave a nervous laugh, trying her best to keep from falling into his gaze, and failing miserably. It was nearly impossible denying that man anything he really wanted. As much as Kiara could stick to her guns when he wasn’t around, being in his presence easily killed whatever backbone she’d managed to construct on the matter.

  Wouldn’t being with him for a while be better than not at all? If she kept her heart tucked away and just enjoyed it for what it was – a good time – then would it really be so bad to revel in the attentions of one of the most powerful men in the world?

  Kiara took a deep breath and set her drink down on a small table next to her.

  “I’m glad I’m here as well,” she murmured, feeling the familiar rush of warmth spreading through her as her mind quickly went down all the possible paths of things that Damien could do to her.

  Without giving her a warning, Damien slid his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She yelped as he took her lips like a man who’d gone without water for too long drinking from a clear stream. Her hands rested on his strong thighs as their tongues met, and Kiara moaned as his other hand slid down her chest and gently crossed the swell of her breasts.

  With one simple kiss, he’d wiped away all of her inhibitions once again, and all that really seemed to matter was whether he would allow her to kiss him again. Damien pulled away from the kiss, leaving her wanting, but he wouldn’t let go of her, his arm still tucked around her waist.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Kiara,” he said sternly. Her hazel eyes filled with surprise.

  Could he be more upset at her ignoring him than he let off? She bit her lip again, worry mingling with excitement.

  “You know that, right?” he asked. She nodded. “Say it.”

  “I’ve been a bad girl,” she said, a tremble coursing through her body as she spoke the words.

  She wouldn’t let any man treat her like that… but Damien wasn’t just any man. Submitting to him was more thrilling than anything else she could think of, and admissions like that came easily when he was the one asking for them. Eliza and all of Kiara’s nagging worries floated away into the background for the time being, and she couldn’t have been gladder to ignore them.

  “Do you know what I do with bad girls?” he asked, that predatory smirk lingering on his lips.

  Glancing down, she could see the thick, hard outline of his cock against his thigh, and her core pulsed in expectation.

  “No,” she said breathlessly, anxious to find out.

  Every fiber of her being was resonating with need, desperate to do whatever he wanted. She thought it would scare her, but it didn’t. If anything, it made her feel powerful. Here was this man, who could get anything that he desired, and he wanted, no, needed her.

  “I give them a chance to make up for it. But just once. If you’re a bad girl again, I’m going to have to punish you. You don’t want to disappoint me, Kiara, do you?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling with a hint of a growl that resonated through her.

  She shook her head quickly. No, she didn’t want to disappoint him. She didn’t want that at all.

  “Good. Get on your knees.”

  Damien stood up, and Kiara slipped off her chair, getting down on her knees in front of him on the hardwood deck. Her hands were balled into fists, and she felt like she was almost vibrating on the spot. He loomed over her, gorgeous, commanding, dark and powerful. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when he looked at her, that fire blazing in his eyes that told her he needed it just as much as she needed him.

  He didn’t have to tell her what he wanted. Her hands went up to his belt, shaking a bit as they undid the clasp and then pulled down the zipper. She pushed his boxers down just enough to reveal his cock, and a long, honest moan slipped from her lips as it sprang free, hard and thick. Kiara raised herself up on her knees, gripping his cock with one hand and rubbing up and down the length of it gently, reveling in the feel of it in her hand.

  The velvety head glistened with precum, and she leant forward eagerly, swirling her tongue across the head and getting a taste of the saltiness. He hissed in a breath, and she loved the sound of it, loved knowing she had that effect on him. She let her tongue wander across the head, leaving a slick trail as she tasted the curves and the edges, getting happily lost in the sensation. Nothing but pure enjoyment of the act existed for her, and Kiara lost herself in it, wanting to make him scream, to make him cum.

  Her lips slipped over the tip, sucking him in, and the shudder that went through his thighs made her need pulse hotter. She teased, licking and lapping at him but not taking him too deep, just bobbing up and down slowly, giving him just a taste of what she could do. His muscles grew tense as she taunted him with her hot mouth.

  Suddenly, Damien gripped her long, flowing hair in his fist and bucked into her mouth, stretching her lips thin around his massive cock. Kiara gasped, but that just gave him a chance to sink deeper. Her hands grabbed for him, and her nails dug into his skin as Damien started facefucking her, stroking in and out of her mouth. God, it felt so good. That kind of utter submission made her mind completely free of any nagging, worrying thoughts, and she could just focus on him and him alone.

  “That’s it, sugar. Show me how much you want to make me happy,” he growled.

  She whimpered, fighting her gag reflex as his massive cock plunged into her, using her as a vessel for his pleasure. Kiara was soaking wet, drenched with her lust for him.

  Her nails let go of his thighs, and her hands went up to his hips and stomach, resting on the flat plains of his abs. The silken shirt underneath her fingertips was so smooth – just like the tip of his cock as he plowed into her mouth. Her eyes watered, and when she looked up at him, he smirked, his breath ragged. Damien must have liked seeing her like that because he paused for a moment, almost completely in her mouth and throat.

  She gurgled a moan, shaking all over. It felt so good, but her mascara singed her eyes and left black streaks
down her cheeks. Still, she wouldn’t have pulled back. Not for anything. She wanted his cum in her mouth, salty and thick on her tongue.

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he hissed.

  There was anger in the way he fucked her this time, pent up rage that she hadn’t felt before. Maybe it was because she had ignored him for so long, but it just made the sex better. There was always a vibe of danger about him, but now it was just all the more palpable, seeping into his every move. His fingers were still coiled in her hair, and he yanked back, pulling her off of his cock. It glistened with her saliva as she came face to face with it once more, gasping for breath.

  “Did you like that?” he demanded, and she nodded in response.

  Everything he did to her felt amazing. All the other men she had been with before paled in comparison, like amateurs next to a pro athlete, trying to keep up but failing miserably. Her bikini bottom stuck to her sex, moist with her juices.

  “Say it.”

  “I loved it, Damien,” she said, breathless.

  The warm summer breeze tossed her hair around her shoulders, and the sun licked at her skin. The only thing she could think about was how to get him inside of her again.

  “Get up. Take your top off.”

  She complied quickly, getting up on her wobbly legs and untying her bikini top with fumbling hands. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, and she whimpered at the sight of his ripped body being revealed in the light of the soft sun. Every curve and ridge on his body made her scream with need, wanting to reach out and bring him all the pleasure in the world.

  His cock was hard and ready to plunge into her again, and her eyes were wide with anticipation, begging for him to tell her what to do. It was like her whole body had come alive now, as if it just waited and suffered through each day only to be released when Damien was around.

  He pressed his thumb to her lips and then into her mouth, and she suckled on him, wetting his thumb. Damien let it press down on her lower lip and then slip down her neck and chest until he reached one of her dark nipples. He traced the outline of it with his thumb, and she shivered, goose bumps breaking out across her skin. Her teeth worried her lower lip, and her hands balled into fists yet again. Oh, how she wanted him!