The Obsessed Billionaire: Boxed Set (Complete Vols. 1-5, A Billionaire Romance Series)

by Camille Alexander

  “Sir! We must go right now. There’s been a breach!”

  “Perri!”

  “She’s safe. They’re bringing her in here.”

  Just as he finished, she ran in and we embraced. Thank god she was okay! Then I moved to scoot her squarely behind me on the bed before reaching into the nightstand and retrieving my own weapon. I looked at it, ignored the loaded chamber indicator, and opted instead to do a press check to confirm the chamber was indeed loaded. It was.

  “Plan?”

  “Not now, sir, information is still coming in, but I want the two of you anywhere but where they would expect you.”

  “Understood.”

  I grabbed my bathrobe from the side chair and handed it back to Perri.

  Then I asked her, “Are you ready for this? I will need you to follow closely and stay with me. I will keep you safe.”

  Her eyes were doe-like, terrified. She nodded.

  I reached out my hand and we were off, following Taylor, six men flanking us. We headed to the service elevator, went down one floor, then into one of the rooms of the crewmen who had been removed before we arrived.

  “Please, sir, stay in the bathroom until we know where all of the intruders are and have adjusted our extraction plan.”

  I pulled Perri into the bathroom with me and did as Taylor suggested, without acknowledging him. He closed the door behind us and then no doubt barricaded it himself.

  I locked the door.

  Perri sat on the side of the tub as I leaned against the sink. I ran my free hand through my hair and scrambled through the scenario drills Taylor had trained me in. The wealthy were often targeted for kidnappings and attacks from business enemies. Since my work took me to so many places were laws were lax, governments corrupt, and professional thugs in abundance I had charged him with training me for the highest possible protection in any scenario. Having her with me changed that some, though not by much.

  I nixed the idea of climbing down, outside, on the hotel’s façade. Not with her. That left down, through stairwells or elevators, or up, to the helipad, which would make us an enormous and vulnerable target if they had planned well for that. No, down was the only option.

  Just then there were two hard knocks from Taylor, in rapid succession, our code to take cover. I dove toward Perri and nearly threw her into the tub and covered her as best I could with my body. She started to protest, and I placed one finger quickly over her mouth to indicate silence. Her eyes went wide, and she strained to look around wildly, but she stayed quiet.

  Chapter 20

  There were no further noises, but we huddled there, his body on top of mine, our warm breath intertwining, while we waited for what seemed like hours. Several times I needed to shift our positions slightly until we finally found one we could sustain; each shift made me acutely aware of how his body felt against mine. The nerve-racking circumstances only served to heighten the sexual tension between us. I was inches away from his mouth and could not stop glancing at his lips, imagining them kissing me again, this time, everywhere.

  He leaned close to my ear and whispered so low I almost couldn’t hear him.

  “Stop those thoughts or I will have to do something about them.”

  My eyes shot open, and I wondered how he knew!

  He placed the gun in his left hand, pointed away from me. While that arm rested under my head his right hand lifted my chin to meet his mouth. Instantly my body was on fire. What started as a tender kiss quickly shifted into something more powerful. Still careful to hold his gun hand away from us, he kissed me deeply, hungrily, not able to get enough. I welcomed it all. He did things to me that I loved. I felt like a woman, more so than in any of the powerful rooms and important assignments I had navigated prior. There was no prior. Just him. Us. This.

  I needed more. The excitement, the danger, his care of me, the incredible world I now found myself within, Taylor, Maman – all of it – I wanted him. This is the life I had imagined for myself. These are the things I wanted to feel before I gave myself to someone.

  I broke from the kiss long enough to shift, not noticing his surprised look, just feeling his desire to accommodate anything I wanted while still maintaining his distance with the gun.

  I moved up and over, straddling his hips, then leaned down toward him just as his free hand grabbed my head again, to bring us together for another kiss. My hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt, his hand moved down to grab my butt and scoot me forward so that I was directly over his raging member, which made me gasp.

  I unbuttoned my pink satin PJ top which made him break free so he could see, and I was overjoyed by how intoxicated he seemed by me, fueling my own desire for him. Then he pushed my back closer, and brought me forward, where his mouth could meet my breasts. The bolt of intensity that shot through me made my hips ground down on his and we both moaned at the same time, lost in an ocean of desire.

  I threw my head back, swinging my hair behind me so he would have more access, and held onto the sides of the tub, grateful and amazed he still had the wherewithal to hold the gun away.

  Things were swirling that had never swirled before. My head was dizzy, my body taut like a bow’s string before the arrow was released, and all I knew was one word: need.

  I reached down, lifted the edge of his t-shirt, and dug my nails into his six-pack. He growled and bit my nipple, which launched a bolt of fire through my body. Realizing I still did not have everything I needed I began opening the drawstring of his pajama bottoms desperately. Before I could reach in and draw him out, he reached for my hands and stopped me.

  “No,” he whispered, breathless, between sucks of my breasts. “Not here, not like this.” He reached up as I stopped, confused as to what to do next, and pulled my face down for another kiss.

  Then he pulled back just a hair’s breadth, and whispered softly, “I want to see you touch yourself.”

  I sucked in air, startled, blood rushing to my face. “N-no…” I said, shaking my head but also shocked that I wanted to do what he said. How could I show him that though?

  “Yes. You can and you will,” he kissed me again, groaning quietly into my mouth as his hips pressed upward, his hardness now against my throbbing spot.

  I silently moaned a helpless plea into his mouth. I wanted him so desperately!

  He pulled away again and between each kiss, worded what set my soul afire, “Yes… Reach… Under your bottoms… Don’t show me… Yet… Not… Tonight… Just… Come for me…My sweet girl… Show me… Without letting me see…”

  His kisses had me swimming. Lost. So, lost. Wanting to give him anything and have these feelings extend themselves forever.

  I reached one hand under my bottoms, the other still holding the tub’s side.

  “That’s right. Do it for me. Let me see what you need.”

  His mouth kissed me again, hard, which gave me the courage to start rubbing myself. The harder I rubbed the more powerfully he kissed me. He ravaged my mouth, then my neck, covering my mouth again with his, when my moans became too loud. My fingers created the friction that would send me over the edge any second now. I got closer and closer. My hips began to move forward in time with my hand. Needing to feel myself against him.

  I removed my hand quickly, grabbed the sides of the tub, threw my head back, my mouth open and silent, as I pushed my clit against his length, back and forth. Imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me when he made me his.

  My hands shifted to his chest and dug in deeply. His free hand backed away now in a manner that matched his other one, as he left me to ride out my need, watching my face, my breasts, my hips, and feeling my wetness come down and around him, unashamedly.

  Just as I began to peak his free hand came down over my mouth and stifled my screams, which only intensified my orgasm. My body shook as a raging energy, more powerful than I had ever known, flooded every nerve ending in my body, exploded in my brain, and lit fireworks off in my clit.

  Tears sprang t
o my eyes as I continued to climax. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for feeling such safety. For having made the right choices that led me here. For having him be the one to save me. For saving myself and finding a life I might love.

  He pulled me to his chest, and I cried quietly into it, releasing all the stress this entire experience had caused me. All the months of planning, all the probes and questions, all the imagined scenarios, and all the unfamiliar surroundings. Even all the danger yesterday and today. It had all been worth it to reach here. To discover this part of myself.

  He shushed me tenderly and rained kisses on my forehead, eyelids, and face; told me I did so good. How beautiful I was, how hot I had made him, and how sexy he thought my body.

  It mattered. He said all the right things.

  When I had finally recovered enough, I inched my face forward and kissed the underside of his chin, still feeling little. He squeezed me tight then, in a one-armed bear hug that made me giggle softly.

  Then I sat up and, in all seriousness, whispered, “Now you have to tell me your name.”

  Obsessed Billionaire Romance Book 2

  The Catacombs

  The Catacombs

  An Obsessed Billionaire Romance Series

  (Book 2)

  By

  Camille Alexander

  Copyright © 2020

  Introduction

  In this second installment of the Obsessed Billionaire series, we are allowed entry into the world of the ultra-elite. A place, full of opulence and intrigue. A place where you must place great trust in those close to you but will never be quite certain who deserves it.

  The Catacombs, like The Brokerage in book one, is shrouded in mystery. No one discusses its location; no one discusses its access points or who has entered. Discretion is its cornerstone.

  When our billionaire purchases a young heiress in The Brokerage’s auction, he knows she is royalty; third in line to her throne. What he does not know is which throne. It would never occur to him this virgin is the adult child of two of his closest friends. Friends who had kept their daughter a secret since her birth; a time when their country was politically unstable.

  Groomed to perfection for the royal title to which she was born, she developed veracity and an audacity that was riveting to him.

  The only problem is that her powerful family, the heads of a wealthy nation with unlimited means and connections, did not approve of her consensual participation in the auction, and wanted her back.

  Will our billionaire, already completely enamored with her and she with him, be able to keep her safe?

  What does this mean for his friendship with her parents? What does this mean for her country? How would this affect the people who will feel betrayed that their king kept her secret all these years?

  Entering these pages means you agree to become part of …

  The Catacombs.

  Chapter 1

  “Michael. It’s Michael Donovan,” I said, before bringing her down for another kiss.

  The feel of her lips, unkissed by anyone but me, was intoxicating. Oh, what lengths I would go to keep her safe and earn her maidenhead.

  I purchased her at The Brokerage. A year of her life, a royal and a virgin, for the tidy sum of €430,000,000. She was worth every penny, pound, euro, Deutschmark, and yen. After just days in her company, I would pay it five times over again.

  She was sassy, provocative, a worldly ingenue with a rapier wit far beyond her young years, and psychologically built for greatness, excellence, and verve. Perri, my playfully botched version of “Paradise,” the meaning behind her given name, Jannah, had captured my attention in total and I prayed she never let it go. Perri the girl, the young woman aged beyond her years, and the wise goddess that dripped magic and beauty, owned me; entirely.

  I finally released her from the kiss and looked up at her, still straddling my hips in her pink satin PJs, as I lay beneath her in the tub. We had taken shelter there, hiding from the gunmen who sought to capture her and return her to her father. Taylor, the head of my security team and my most trusted confidant, had knocked and given us the all-clear, but we could not stop the roaring tide that swept us into a passionate embrace. No man could have escaped it. No smart man would have wanted to.

  She had brought herself to orgasm, her sweet fingers moving beneath her satin bottoms. Without assistance, other than sight and feel of her, my raging length released the fluid that could not be held back, under the thin pajama bottoms I wore.

  When she climaxed, she withdrew her hand, and slid along the length of my hardness, blending our wetness completely. Every part of us was intoxicatingly entwined.

  Chapter 2

  “Michael.” I tried the word to see how it felt in my mouth. “Michael.”

  My mind flashed with my religious studies. Michael, the feather winged archangel, sword and shield in hand, the protector ready to defend any in need – any innocent with vultures and thieves at their back. The defeater of Satan. Greek Orthodox, all manner of Christianity, Judaism, Oriental and Eastern Orthodox religions, and even the beloved Quran her father taught her to love, all of them revere the Archangel Michael. The greatness of his heart is known the world over.

  Yes, a suitable name for him, the potential holder of her heart, if I decide one day, he is truly worthy. I smiled to myself.

  “Michael. Yes. I approve.”

  Chapter 3

  I laughed loudly, noting it echoed in the small hotel bathroom, and registering that likely Taylor and his men could hear it.

  “Oh, you approve, do you?!” I shook my head, delighted and slightly appalled at her brazenness, especially in one so young. “Okay, missy, it’s time for you to get up and let me put this gun away. You’ve been ravaging my body for far too long while I’ve just waved it carelessly about.”

  She looked shocked and seemed ready to banter, but I noticed a tinge of uncertainty, too. “What! I ravaged you?” Her cheeks dusted with pink.

  She rose, sitting up on the side of the tub and swinging her legs over as I leaned over and placed the gun on the floor, facing away from both of us. Once freed of it I reached up and pulled her down to sit on my wet lap, her feet left dangling over the tub’s side.

  “Yes, Perri. You had your way with me in exactly the way I wanted.” I buried one hand in the hair at the nape of her neck and brought her head forward for my mouth to claim. My other hand encircled her body to squeeze her close.

  I wiggled her around until the virginal opening of her ass was directly on my, now re-hardening, cock. I pressed upward, clearly communicating my need, as she melted in my arms, relaxed, and trusting but also drunk again with an unfamiliar desire.

  “I want you,” I said between deep kisses. “In every conceivable way.”

  She groaned into my mouth and her arms went around my neck.

  “You seduced me with your beauty and your intelligence.” I kissed her again. “You seduced me with those lips that beg to be pressed to mine. You seduced me with your humor and playfulness. The fearless way you face the things you do not know. The way you placed your entire future, the future of your father’s kingship, and the kingdom he reigns, in jeopardy just to ensure you would not become someone’s undervalued, silent chattel – it compels me. You seduced me with your warrior’s heart.” I kissed her again, more tenderly this time.

  “And you honor me with your kisses and the gifts of your still-clothed body.”

  I grinned and winked, then added, “But I was also seduced by you when I watched you touch yourself. When you let me see you use my body for the fulfillment of your need. When I saw upon your face that you came for me as I demanded. You were a very, very good girl. You made me proud.”

  She groaned, pleased, and horribly embarrassed all at once, before hiding her face against my chest.

  “No. Show me your shame. Be unafraid of it. Be the powerful you, even here, like this. Show me, Paradise. Show me what you gave me. Show me you were proud to surrender yourself to those n
eeds. I want to see it on your face, again.” I nudged her away from the safety of my chest. “Now. Show me who you really are.”

  She accepted my challenge and relaxed all the muscles in her body. Let her weight release downward, my hard cock now fully against her asshole, aching to break through the fabric separating us, to shove it fully inside her, in whatever way she would allow.

  She looked up at me then, her head cradled in my hand. Eyes completely black from desire, face burning with shame. A shame she no longer resisted.

  I stepped up, knowing these moments were worth waiting lifetimes. She needed to feel my strength and power in equal measure to her openness.

  My eyes pierced hers and held them.

  “Yes. I see your shame. I witnessed your climax, saw every movement of your face as you released your fluid down onto me. As mine ejaculated upward trying to reach you. And now, you allow me to see your shame, the shame of owning your sexuality fully, as my cock presses against that dark place that I also hope to someday have.”

  She groaned and reflexively closed her eyes. But then she opened them again, enjoying the power of letting herself be seen.

  “Yes, I see you. You are open in ways you have never known, and I will hold them all sacred. But know this. These are not the last edges you will reach. I will have this from you again and again, should you let me. I will take you places you can never get to alone.

  “Give yourself to me, like this, more and more as you are able and feel safe, and I will take you for a ride unlike any other. Respecting and appreciating you in equal measure at every step.”

  Her energy had melted with every sentence, every push. She was laid open, softened like warm butter, waiting to be taken and used while also being made whole. Given room to fully fly. This -- this is the place I had waited for my entire life. A woman before me, finally worthy, and brave enough, to allow me entry.