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

by Camille Alexander

  I made a mental note to add this to my systems back home.

  Abda came running back into the room and I once again realized how ridiculous she looked in this odd costume. While the blonde flattered her olive tones its pixie cut made her seem … what was it exactly? Fun. Yes, that’s it. She seemed much more playful, and free. I had never seen her feel free and the thought made me realize how difficult it must have been growing up, her entire life under the shadow of parents and siblings – and a country – who could not acknowledge her presence or recognize her publicly.

  My heart twisted painfully at that thought and I wondered how she could have held back such a bright light, forever under the shadow of being permanently unclaimed.

  When she jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, giggling, I made a promise to myself.

  By all things holy I will show her what living free is like.

  The irony of that, given our circumstances, was not lost on me.

  Chapter 16

  “There are five bedrooms and seven bathrooms, a billiards room, and a theatre, and everything we could ever possibly need in the kitchen; there are more clothes in the closets – all in my size, and journals, and even a cat! Come see! Come see!” She pulled on my hand to draw me back inside, as she continued to tumble out sentence on top of sentence, trying to explain the things she found.

  “But there are no lights anywhere! No lamps, no switches – nothing!” She exclaimed as we moved through one of the interior rooms and up a half flight of stairs, to what appeared to be the master suite.

  I chuckled, enjoying her exuberance. As we entered the suite, I took it in, smiling, as I nodded my approval.

  This was more to my taste. Abda plopped onto the bed.

  I realized, in the brief time I’d had to look the room over, that it was decorated almost exactly as my suite in The Brokerage had been. A sleek blue-flame fireplace, Baccarat crystal finishes everywhere, tufted black leather chairs with fleur-de-lis metal stud trim, and no doubt the very same braided grey Mongolian fur throw I had seen before. When my eyes eventually landed on the small bar cart in front of one of the two giant, floor-to-ceiling windows, I chuckled.

  Right there, in its place of honor, was a bottle of my very favorite whiskey: Macallan’s Rare Cask Black.

  This. This was the level of care I had imagined. The Catacomb guardians certainly did not disappoint.

  Chapter 17

  The cat was a wonderful, thoughtful gesture, at least for me, I thought. I sat on the edge of the bed, trailing my fingers through the cat’s fur. I recalled all the pets that had been denied me over the years, since I was a small child, every time I had asked.

  When I had found out my siblings had pets, during rare, family events, my mother had explained that I couldn’t have one, because they never knew when they would need to move me, and taking a pet wherever I went would give me away.

  Over time I had realized that it was for the best, being that I had to relocate often, always taking on a slightly new story. So, sadness or not, I had learned to accept my fate early. Thought that did not stop me from loving any animal I got close to, for whatever time I had with them.

  It was the only option I had.

  Chapter 18

  After pouring myself a much-needed two fingers, I carried my glass to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace, letting one leg drape over the arm as I plopped myself down. I watched my girl nuzzle the purring box of fur, that could not seem to get enough of her attention, which seemed to delight her to no end. She rolled onto her back bringing the kitty up, on top of her chest, where it promptly began to make biscuits.

  “What’s his name?” I asked, happily sipping my drink as I absentmindedly rubbed the paunch that was my prosthetic belly.

  Abda looked over to me and laughed before closing her eyes and shaking her head. “Don’t rub that thing! You are NOT keeping it!”

  “I dunno.” I shrugged. “New me, new rules.” I chuckled as I continued patting my protruding belly in an exaggerated manner.

  “And I’ll have you know she’s a she, not a he,” Abda said before talking to the cat directly. “Right? What does he know, anyway?”

  “Is there a name for your new friend?” I asked patiently, taking another sip and admiring the warm, smokey notes as they combined with the sweet fruitiness of my drink.

  “You know, I’m not sure,” she said as she searched for the collar’s tag.

  “Yours.”

  “Huh? Her name is Tim?”

  “No, Yours.”

  “My name? The other one?”

  Abda laughed and shook her head as she sat up, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Her. Name. Is. Yours.

  “Y-O-U-R-S. Yours. As in not mine. Isn’t that the best name EVER!” She held the golden cat up as she pawed her biscuits in the air. “She’s mine! It says it right there, ‘yours,’ which means mine!”

  I chuckled at the thoughtfulness of these small little details. Then I shook my head, never realizing how much fun this could be. No business meetings, no competitor strategies. No ceaseless pings of my email or cell.

  Speaking of cells, I thought as I reached in my pocket.

  NO SERVICE was all it said when I powered it on.

  They were right, no electromagnetic devices.

  Wow. This was my first true unplug vacation in 20 years.

  I stood up.

  “C’mon woman. Take your clothes off and join me in the pool. I need to be naked with you, right now.”

  I grinned at her, winked, and walked out.

  Chapter 19

  After we swam in the temperature-controlled pool, Abda indicated she was famished. Neither of us had eaten today, I realized.

  We got out, toweled off, and headed into the house.

  The kitchen was a bit too dark, now that it was dusk, so we searched for light switches. Both of us ran our hands along the walls, the fading sunset giving us only minimal light. We circled the room, meeting again at the door; both having found zilch. Abda finally opened the fridge, the soft light pooling out onto the floor, but that didn’t help enough. There were no visible light switches, anywhere.

  Laughing, Abda closed the fridge door and said, “Wait, I’ve got it!”

  “Open the door, I can’t see, woman!” I chuckled.

  “No, wait! Here!”

  Suddenly, the recessed lights overhead, gently came on and, slowly brightened.

  “What? How did you do that?” I laughed at her, marveling at how bright the room became.

  “Like this,” she giggled, as she rubbed two fingers to the right, across her band. I looked up, seeing the lights dimming, but not back down fast enough to have seen her act. “And now,” Abda clarified, holding her wrist out to me as she rubbed back the other way, the lights brightening again.

  We laughed, loving the details that made this transition seem like a fun game.

  “Here, let me try,” I said.

  I rubbed my wristband and a different set of lights came on, these recessed under the cupboards, near the floor, and at waist level from somewhere behind the cabinets.

  We turned and looked at each other, eyes wide.

  Abda squealed and dashed out of the room, rubbing her band as she did, stark naked. The stoic life I had left behind me now suspended, I grinned and ran after her, equally nude, rubbing my band playfully behind her.

  Room after room she ran through, triggering all the overhead lights as I ran behind her, toggling all the lower ones as I followed. Both of us hooting in glee.

  It was a fantastic reprieve from the tension of the last few days and our departure as our new selves this morning, which seemed like a thousand years ago.

  Once we had traversed through every corner of every room, closet, and bathroom to find out the extent of our band's power, we ended up outside once more, unable to affect the brightness of the stars shining down on us. But we shrugged playfully, having tried, but happy to let that be so.

  I leane
d in for a kiss as Abda circled her arms around my neck. She let me pull her close, so close, she was now pressed against my enflamed hardness.

  Chapter 20

  After several long, intoxicating kisses I pulled away and said, “Food.”

  Tim groaned, dropped his head to my shoulder, and gave his muffled reply: “Okay, if we must.”

  I chuckled and added, “Feed me now and then you can ravage me all you want.”

  Tim’s head whipped around and he said cautiously, “All I want?”

  I looked back at him as I dragged him inside by his hand. Then I realized what he meant, and shook my head, “No mister, not that! Everything else though,” I giggled and winked.

  Chapter 21

  An hour later, bellies and thirsts fully satiated, I picked Abda up into my arms and carried her naked body outside before setting her down on the cool stones.

  I kissed her face and brushed the hair away while I gazed down at her, trying to see the familiar features, despite the disguise.

  “Look,” I said.

  “Look?” she asked, searching my face.

  “No, look,” I motioned, tilting my chin behind her, toward a rustic-looking cabin tucked behind the trees just beyond the pool’s perimeter on the far side.

  “Wha- I don’t see anything.”

  “Follow me.” I said as I led her around the pool and toward the dark edges of the property.

  About halfway around, once our eyes had adjusted, she finally saw the building and gasped. It really was beautiful.

  The building seemed to disappear into the landscape, but there was a tiny light that illuminated one, beautiful, stained glass feature just under the eaves at the crest, where the sloped rooflines met. It was a ruby fleur-de-lis that matched the studs on the furniture in the master suite, which had also been in my suite at The Brokerage.

  I pushed the cracked door all the way open and pulled Abda in behind me.

  We were both stunned.

  In the center was a large bed with a ruby satin duvet and the same fleur-de-lis beautifully carved into its headboard. A fireplace, with a real wood fire, was already lit, burning brightly, having obviously been ignited and monitored remotely. A hand-carved, entirely wooden bathtub, made from a single tree-trunk and coated with a high-polish resin to seal it, was situated near the fire but off to one side, which left room for laying in front of the fire, should they choose.

  The room, filled with dozens and dozens of white pillar candles that lit themselves in waves as we entered the room, was an homage to love.

  It was the perfect way to end this trying day.

  Chapter 22

  I turned to her and kissed her gently, both hands cupping her face. Her arms went around my waist and her hands pressed against my back.

  When I released her, I looked her deeply in her eyes and said, “Abda.”

  Then I pulled the wig from her head and tossed it aside before sweeping her up into my arms and walking her toward the tub.

  I set her down briefly as I shook out her hair. Then I grabbed a towel and placed it in the tub, still folded, so she would have something between her and the cold, empty tub’s surface. I pulled her back into my arms, lifted her, and placed her in the tub, on the towel. Then, I tapped my band. The water began to rise from beneath her somewhere, as there were no faucets visible.

  Testing the temperature, I admired how perfectly adjusted it was. I reached for a washcloth, dipped in in the water, and then squeezed out the excess before softly dabbing her makeup away.

  She looked at me, softening under my touch, closing her eyes to allow me to do as I wished with her.

  I groaned, knowing how much more I needed.

  “I need to see you, one last time.” I whispered.

  Abda nodded, eager to be seen, as herself, again. She pulled the teeth out and dropped them outside the tub onto the floor. Then, she reached up and removed my glasses.

  I pulled off my teeth too and then dipped in for a deep kiss, before moving to splash my way into the tub as her legs opened to receive me.

  Abda pulled at me but then remember my prosthetic nose and reached for it.

  I stopped kissing her long enough to peel it off and toss it aside, then did the same with my hairpiece before going back in for an even more aggressive kiss. I needed her so badly.

  This girl had so completely wound her way into the furthest reaches of my heart, tossing aside any resistance I once had to love. This was my woman. My brilliant girl. The one who had so completely captivated me that I had left everything I’d known, to protect her. I would go further still. I knew that. Knew I’d go or do whatever was needed. So long, as I could be with her, always.

  I pulled back from our kiss and slipped my hands under her ass to lift her enough to remove the temptation of thrusting into her. I had promised. No broken maidenhead. Not until she was ready.

  Once she was high enough, I pushed her legs together so that they circled my waist. She crossed her ankles to tighten them around me, while my thumb reached between her legs to stroke her clit.

  When I made contact, she nearly screamed out with the intensity, sloshing water over the side as her back arched and her arms braced themselves on the side of the tub. “Yes, oh god yes, please, right there,” she murmured softly. It was the first time I had touched her and was intoxicated by her silkiness and reaction.

  I moved my mouth to capture one nipple and sucked it into my mouth before grazing my teeth over it. She gasped in response and slipped from her braced position, tearing my mouth away momentarily as she dipped further back into the tub.

  I dove under the water to grasp her nipple in my teeth again, then pulled it upward, out of the water, as I raised my head, shaking it left then right as I shook the water from my hair and face. She cried out and her nails came down and raked against my shoulders and back heatedly.

  The nail marks threw me into a frenzy. I bucked, thrusting my hips forward, wanting to fuck her and make her completely mine, but settling for penetrating the space between her buttocks and the tub.

  When that wasn’t enough, I growled out into the room, loudly, and shifted. I scooped her forward, pressing her to me more tightly; she threw her arms around my neck, and then I stood up, with her still encircling my waist.

  I stood there like that, a wild beast who needed desperately to rut his woman, my hard on raging against the smooth groove between her ass cheeks.

  I moved to spread my feet so that they were stabilized between the walls of the tub, grateful for the traction the towel provided. Then, I growled louder still, and with both hands under her hips, thrust again, hard, sliding my cock against her lower back.

  Abda, gasping and moaning, reached one hand between us to finger herself like she had that very first night. When I had wanted to see her come above me in that other tub, our wet pajamas the only barrier between us, as I ejaculated just from watching her.

  “Oh god, yes!” I groaned loudly. “Do that for me again, baby. Let me feel you come while I fuck the air behind you.” I was breathless, passion long ago having taken over.

  I thrust over and over, pounding my hips between her open thighs, taking care not to lift her too high and inadvertently entering her, though that was all I wanted to do.

  I reached forward to bite and nip her everywhere I could reach, driving both of us further into a passionate frenzy. Pounding her in the only ways I could, holding her in the air, imagining my cock buried in every hole she had, as I bit and nipped her upper chest, throat, breasts, and even her upper arms to affect her as much as she was, me.

  She moaned and cried but let nothing escape that would stop or dissuade me.

  Thrusting, again and again, and again. Feeling the wetness from each slap of her body against mine, her hand never straying from the skillful and focused strokes inside her slit.

  Then, just as I was cresting and the growl rose in me from way down, deeply building before it ripped out of my throat, I felt it.

  She entered h
erself, deeply. Thrusting into her own hole – the one place I could not go.

  She pulled herself closer to me with one arm, as the other raced to thrust inside herself, deeper and deeper and faster and faster, her gasping and groans in my ear driving me mad.

  It was too much!

  Suddenly, I belted out the wildest growl I’d ever released as my violently hard cock exploded all the way up her back, lifting her hair and claiming her as mine as she bucked and rocked her orgasm against me.

  Chapter 23

  Late in the night, long after our escapades had gentled and slowed, I lay in the dark listening to him sleep. His face was pressed into the sheet as he lay on his belly. The belly that would again, tomorrow, be too big to sleep on.

  I turned on my side, softly ran my fingers through his hair, and marveled at how much care and protection he always offered me. I felt respected fully by a man, maybe for the first time in my life.

  I quietly moved up to one elbow, leaned forward, and kissed his slumbering head, then slipped, unclothed, out into the night.

  I walked up the path to the water’s edge, dove in, and then came up for air, floating on my back as I watched the stars. The breeze caressed my nipples, causing them to tighten, and I wondered when it would be time to give him that last piece.

  I loved him. Of that I was certain. And if tonight were any indication, it was going to be incredibly difficult to want any level of sex with him without soon wanting that next-level connection when we did.

  I wanted to be his in all the ways. And that way, specifically.

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  I exited the water, toweled my hair for a moment to remove the excess moisture, and moved, still dripping water, into the kitchen for some juice.