Thief of Hearts: A Rogue Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Carter Blake

  She bites down on my fingers, but I don’t care. The only thing on my mind is to make her come in here so hard. I move my fingers over her G-spot while my thumb circles her clit. I vacillate between touching her clit with my thumb and using my tongue to ensure she explodes.

  She’s aching for it. One of her hands makes its way through my hair.

  I pull up to admonish her. “No, baby, keep it above your head.”

  Then I twist and pull her nipple some more to keep her nice and aroused. Her hands are above her head as I torment her tit.

  I know all she wants is the feeling of my cock deep within her. But first, I have to tease her a little bit.

  I move back to my mission between her legs. She’s so fucking wet now that it’s all I can do to suck all of the juices out of her.

  At last, she comes, and I can feel it by the way her pussy clenches down in my hand. Also, she’s biting my fingers that are across her mouth. It’s hard to be stealthy in here when there’s a guard just outside the door.

  “Baby, shhh,” I whisper.

  I doubt she even hears my words because she’s gone into the realms of bliss, the cosmos, the clouds. One thing is for sure—she’s no longer here with me in this dirty fucking cell.

  I admire her flight into bliss and am anxious for the next step. It’s time that she feels me inside of her. It’s time that she gets what she wants, which is my large cock forcing its way into her tiny little cunt.

  She came so hard, and now she’s ready. I like to make her come once before I enter her because then she comes so easily just by the feel of my cock. And above all, I like to make sure that she experiences the most amount of pleasure possible.

  The fact that she can come again and again and works towards my advantage. To exhaust her and to make her body feel so thoroughly fucked by me is always my focus.

  I lie next to her for a few minutes, letting her catch up. She needs a second to rest after that intense orgasm.

  "Marcus, that was intense," she says. "I bet you do that to all the girls."

  I look at her intently and say, "No, baby, it's only you now. You're the only one."

  My words make her delightfully happy, and she pulls me in for a tender kiss. There's hardly any room for me on this tiny mattress, but I know that we're going to make the most of it.

  She takes her hand and pushes my pants down off my body. I pull the uniform shirt up and off so that my abs are exposed.

  She looks down and admires the view. And yet she has a hungry expression on her face. I know she wants and is craving more. And trust me, I'm not about to disappoint her.

  How often do you get to fuck inside of a jail, after all?

  I'm assuming this will be the only time for us, but of course, you never know with Katy. And so I'm going to make the most of it, and I'm going to ensure that she remembers this moment forever.

  There's something hot about the grittiness of our environment and the nature of our love.

  I hold her close to my chest and for a while, we lie like this, both getting our bearings to prepare for the next round.

  Things between us are always intense, and I know she's thinking about that too. Every time we make love, it's like the universe expands or something.

  I know it will be like that now, and I'm just getting ready for the full force of what it will mean to fuck Katy in this crazy environment.

  I wish like hell I could grab those cuffs off the guard outside. Nothing would be hotter than to have her handcuffed in here. I make a mental note to buy the sturdiest of handcuffs I can find for when we get out.

  For the time being though, I put her hands up above her head again and hold them in place so that she can't move.

  "Do you want me, Katy?" I ask, though I know the answer already.

  I just like to hear her say it.

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "Do you want me to fuck you in here?"

  "Yes," she whispers.

  "Do you want it harder than ever? Shall I make you pay for landing me in jail?"

  "Yes."

  We stare at each other for a long, hard moment, and the fireworks are just about to begin.

  Marcus

  She's basically begging me to fuck her into a state of nirvana, and I'm not about to oppose.

  There's something about being locked in a jail cell with the woman you're falling for.

  The fact that it's just us in here, our freedom stolen away, makes it increasingly important that we have each other.

  She’s already made my time in here well worth the wait. My lawyers are already working on getting me out, but I won’t leave without Katy.

  In the meantime, I think we’ve found the perfect way to occupy ourselves.

  I look over at the guard whose eyes are practically falling shut. Thank god for their lax security. I have Katy coming so hard that it's like she's in a trance, but the guard’s none the wiser.

  I love that it's me who has made her this way. No man has ever satisfied her like this—and I know for sure because she keeps coming back for more.

  She's practically addicted to my cock. Who wouldn’t be?

  "Baby, are you ready for me to fuck you?" I ask, though I already know the answer.

  "Yes," she all but whimpers.

  I pull her onto my lap and hold her hips tightly.

  She hovers above me, my stiff cock just inches from her dripping wet pussy. Slowly, I bring her down on the thick cock she has been craving for so long.

  She gasps as I move deep inside her, inch by inch. She clutches my shoulders and digs her fingernails into my biceps.

  I'll probably be bleeding after this, but I don't care. All I know is that it's me and my little criminal in here, and she's about to see explosions.

  I take her hips and move them down on my cock. She's so hungry for me that she starts to grinds her hips in order to feel more of my shaft. She's so fucking tight and wet at the same time that I can hardly take it.

  I imagine myself exploding all over her tits and face, but that will have to wait until I make her come into near unconsciousness.

  "Oh, Katy, damn. You're so tight for me. I want you to come," I say, panting.

  She holds onto my neck, sliding herself up and down my shaft. This is exactly how she likes it. Who am I to stop her?

  I let her go to town, and she sways and grinds her hips around my cock some more.

  I suck her nipples, one at a time. Then, I feel it—her warmth spreading around my cock. She moans and sighs into my ear.

  She bites my earlobe and whispers, "Fuck, Marcus, I came so hard."

  "I know, baby. I always know when you come," I say.

  Then, I pick her up and lay her down so that she's lying on the crummy mattress. I spread her legs wide to see the view of her gorgeous, tight little pussy. It's time for me to reach that extreme state of ecstasy and passion—something that only happens when I climax with someone that I care about.

  And that someone is Katy.

  I thrust into her, her pussy walls clamping down around my cock. She's probably going to come again, but all I can think about is my own internal bliss.

  Warmth is starting to spread throughout my body. I bend over her and grab the metal sides of the bed as I thrust into her deeply. She tries not to scream, but her muffled sounds only turn me on.

  I know I'm sending her into climax again. That's my cue to really just fucking go for it.

  I forget that I'm in jail, that there's a cop outside the cell. I forget about the secrets I’m keeping from Katy. All I can think of is her goddamn beautiful pussy and how it's all mine.

  "I'm gonna fuck you hard, Katy. Make you never forget that I'm the one," I say. “The only one.”

  There's this need, this aching need inside of me, to make sure that she knows that it's only me from now on. I need her to never even think about or look at another guy, or I'll explode from heart-wrenching jealousy.

  I fuck her so hard because I want her pussy nice and swollen for days
afterwards. I want her to never forget that it was me who did that to her. I want to send her into wild oblivion.

  And that's exactly what happens next.

  She starts to scream, and I cup my hand over her mouth. Then, I start to come with her. My fantasy becomes a reality when I pull out at exactly the right moment and come all over her stomach and her tits.

  It's a beautiful sight, my glistening seed all over her body, which is still trembling underneath me.

  I intend to be the constant storm in her life, the quake that will never go away—the most intense man she's ever known.

  It's like I can finally be free with this woman. She's strong enough to contain my intensity. She's strong enough to take it.

  In fact, my extreme forcefulness seems to turn her on. She wants me just as I am, wild and uncontrollable. And I want her, beautiful and independent.

  We make a perfect match. Life has finally given me what I’ve always wanted on a silver fucking platter.

  Katy rises to every occasion, and she makes life seem more like an adventure than a mundane path that I must travel alone.

  I look down at her, taking in the sight of my sticky cum all over her body. She touches her tits and stomach and brings her cum-slicked fingers to her lips. She's needy for my essence, and that makes me want her more.

  I lie down next to her, although there's hardly room for both of us on the little mat. I hold her in my arms. Somehow, our bodies fit perfectly side by side.

  I fold my arms around her, ready to give her all of me. My strength doesn’t scare her.

  "Katy," I whisper into the darkness, "you better never run away from me. I'm getting hooked on you."

  I wonder how she'll respond. Neither of us has really talked about our feelings to each other. I guess we both assume that the other one feels it. too.

  But there’s always a chance that I’m wrong. She might not even love me back.

  I hold her tightly and smell her fragrant hair, and all I know is that I’m in too deep.

  That's the thing about Katy. She forces you to examine new heights. She pushes me to somehow be a better man.

  There are layers to her that are intrinsically beautiful and which I will never tire of discovering.

  All I would ask of her is that she allows herself to be vulnerable with me. Because in this place of exposure and openness, I can see the true parts of Katy, the parts she tries to hide from the world.

  "You make jail seem...not so bad," she says. "In fact, it's been a great experience."

  She curls into me and uses my arm as a pillow. In a few seconds, she’s fast asleep.

  But I can't even close my eyes, thoughts of betrayal haunting me. I think about it all night.

  How do I tell Katy the truth? I think of several scenarios, but nothing sticks.

  We can't continue a relationship that’s based on lies. She doesn't even know my real home or what I do for living.

  These are things that will have to be amended before we can take this farther. I cannot lose her.

  Katy will learn the truth someday, but I have to break it to her gently.

  What began as an undercover operation has ended in the most genuine love affair that I've ever had.

  How could I have predicted this?

  I wrap my arms around her, trying to cover every inch of her with my body, as if this will somehow protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

  I want her with me, and I want to know that she's always okay.

  These feelings have come unbidden. It's not like she's asking anything of me—yet, I want to give her the world.

  The windowless cell prevents me from knowing if dawn is already approaching, but later, the lights turn on. The guards change shifts. Katie wakes up and rubs her eyes.

  "Coffee?" she asks me in a pleading tone.

  "Soon, baby. Let me get us out of here first."

  Marcus

  The metal bars open, and I’m finally free…

  Katy and I were sure to make jail a sexy time, but I still don't like to be restrained.

  That's her job.

  Luckily, my lawyer was able to get Katy out as well so she didn't have to turn any tricks to escape once again. It's the least I could do for the girl I'm starting to fall for.

  I still have a persona to maintain. I have to keep up appearances with Katy. She still doesn’t know I'm a billionaire and that I own one of the largest and most successful banks in the country.

  I know I'll have to tell her the truth at some point—and I'm not sure it will go over very well.

  She was honest with me. The least I can do is be honest with her.

  She doesn’t even know it was my bank she was planning on robbing.

  I want to see if Katy has changed. Maybe this incident with the bomb and being jailed has turned her opinion around. Maybe she'll finally stop stealing from the rich.

  One thing’s for sure. When Katy finds out the truth, she will be fucking pissed. And that's a day I'm not looking forward to.

  "Baby, are you okay?" I ask her when we meet in front of the police station.

  We're both dressed in yesterday's clothes and we're both famished.

  "I'm good,” she says. “That female cop just wanted to make sure that I had all my belongings."

  "Well, let's go eat at this local diner I know. It's the perfect after-jail meal," I say, hoping to tempt her to spend more time with me.

  "How would you know?" she asks me in a teasing tone. "Something tells me you had never seen the inside of a cell until last night."

  I shrug. "That’s true. But you can't hold that against me," I say, taking the opportunity to grab her ass.

  I can't keep my hands off her.

  We get to the parking lot and spot my Mercedes.

  "I had my car brought over here so I can drive," I say.

  "Sounds good," she says.

  Even freshly out of jail, she looks beautiful. Her hair is unkempt because of all the fucking, but she still looks perfect.

  I’m already thinking about our next. But first, we have to eat.

  We drive downtown, and I'm happy to show Katy my favorite little haunt. It's a diner that's been around forever. They have the best breakfast food, but more importantly, they're open all day and all night.

  I've been here many a morning to nurse my hangovers.

  We walk in and the first thing Katy orders is black coffee. I should've guessed.

  Now that I have her back in the light of day, I think she has some explaining to do.

  "So, Katy," I begin, "I think it's time you tell me the truth."

  A worried expression flashes across her face. "Truth about what?"

  "I think you should tell me exactly why we got arrested."

  She laughs. She thought I was going to ask her a deeper question.

  Lucky for me, she’s already revealed the fact that she's a hacker. Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t know that I own the bank she intends to hack.

  She sets her eyes on me and says in an unapologetic tone, "Well, since I'm alone now, hacking on my own, I need new equipment that can infiltrate the more sophisticated systems that I target.” She sighs.

  “Unfortunately, you can only buy that kind of thing on the black market because most of it is illegal. That's where I was going the day you followed me. That's why we got arrested."

  I think back to the jealous rage I had felt when I followed her. I thought maybe she was going to see another man.

  It’s at that moment I realize I desire Katy for more than just her body. I'm starting to feel possessive of her. I want her to see me—only me.

  This sense of jealousy landed me in jail. But I can't say I regret a second of it. Jail was one of the more intriguing spots I've had sex with Katy in.

  "So," I say over eggs and toast, "you're planning on going at it alone as a hacker, huh? Somehow, I thought this experience would teach you that you need to legitimize your job."

  She looks up at me through her long eyelashes.
"Why would you think that? I'm a hacker. I'm a very good hacker. I do what I do for reason, and I'm not gonna stop because I accidentally got involved with some disreputable people."

  I recall the fact that she was talking about infiltrating more sophisticated systems. This leads me to surmise that she’s talking about my own business. What an uncomfortable position to be in.

  She’s buying equipment so that she can hijack my company's finances, and here I am paying for her breakfast.

  A man approaches us in the diner. I know him. He's a fellow businessman. I can't have him revealing who I really am. Now is not the time for Katy to learn the truth about me.

  I stand up to meet him halfway, but he beats me to the punch. He walks over to our table, then looks at Katy and me.

  "Hi, Marcus," he says. "How have you been?"

  "Jeff," I say, "nice to see you. It's been too long. Things are going really well, thanks."

  I'm hoping he just takes this greeting for what it is and leaves...but he doesn't.

  "Who is this beautiful young lady?" he asks, extending his hand to Katy. "I'm Jeff, Jeff McDonald. Marcus and I have done some business together."

  I cut into the conversation before he can spill my secret. "She's just an acquaintance. We thought we'd have a little bit of lunch at this exclusive diner."

  The man eyes Katy and then looks up at me. He's obviously wondering if we're sleeping together and what our relationship is.

  Well, I'm not going to stand here and tell him anything about my sex life. I don't have anything to prove. I barely even know the guy...

  It's such a close call that I'm afraid Katy will find out that I'm more than what I seem. Why would I, a so-called activist, have business relations in the city? It's a question I hope she isn't tempted to ask.

  I look down at her. She looks annoyed and sullen. I've never seen her look so downcast.

  "Well, Jeff, it was great to see you."

  "You too, Marcus. We should have lunch sometime."

  "Definitely," I say.

  And then he says, "I'll have my secretary call yours."

  His statement makes me pause, worried that this will make Katy ask about my true identity. Thank fuck he didn't mention our recent contract together.