The Billionaire's Virgin Fiancée: A Fake Fiancée Romance

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by Tia Wylder


  He reared up on one elbow and beckoned her, “Let me screw you again.” Tia climbed up beside him and let him spread her legs and put them around his hips once more. Then he slipped his moistened rod back inside her and humped her with all the force and passion with which he had plunged himself in and out of her on the sofa. Tia clung to him, loving his body, loving his tool, loving all of him, taking all he had to give and giving her all of himself. Jay slowed down a bit and began to thrust more deliberately, seeking the one sweetest spot inside her. When she suddenly gasped and almost screamed, he knew he’d found it, as he had found it inside so many other girls before her. He kept his aim on that spot and banged away in and out of her with a rhythm steady at first, then gradually quickening, until Tia, laying under him and coiled about him, gave out a shriek of release that told him he had again gotten her where he wanted to take her. And at that, he released himself as well, pouring forth the milky celebration of their joining, filling her with it once again.

  They wound up lying side by side on Tia’s bed as they had been on the sofa, kissing and fondling in the afterglow. Between one lingering kiss and the next, Tia said to him, “You made it perfect again, Jay. Thank you.”

  “Thank you for letting me,” he replied, sealing it with another kiss.

  They lay there cuddling and kissing, touching each other’s sex, for how long they didn’t know. Jay’s returning erection told Tia he was ready to be inside her again. But before he could put himself back on top of her, the glass covering of her desk began to trill.

  She bolted upright on the bed with a frightened start, tearing herself from Jay’s embrace and kiss. Jay sat up beside her as she said, “That must be Daddy. If he’s on his way home… Oh no…”

  Tia did not have to finish that thought for Jay. Though the Colony and its Chief, her father, had gone from treating him as a detainee to treating him as a guest, Jay could imagine Merrill Swift looking less than kindly on him coming into his home and deflowering Swift’s daughter. As Tia quickly got up from the bed and began to gather and pull on her clothes, Jay climbed off and began to do likewise.

  Having thrown on her clothes, Tia sped to her desk, disregarding how disheveled she must have looked after everything she and Jay had done to each other, and tapped on the glass. She was careful to confine the display to 2D so that her father would not see the room around her and catch a glimpse of who was sharing it—and more—with her. “Daddy?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Is everything all right?”

  “Everything’s fine,” said Merrill. “Are you okay? You look a bit…disturbed,” he added, for want of a better word.

  “I’m fine,” she replied. “I just dozed off on the bed. I must have been dreaming when you called. Are you coming home?”

  “In a little while,” Merrill said. “I was actually looking for Lieutenant Goodwill. We tried calling the place we assigned him and he wasn’t there. You haven’t seen him, have you?’

  “No, Daddy, I haven’t seen him,” she lied, making her best poker face and hoping it didn’t show.

  “He didn’t take a comm unit with him, which isn’t like a Stellarforce member. He should be in communication at all times. If you see him, let him know we need him to come in again. Interstellar Command has some news for him.”

  “Okay, Daddy, if I see him I’ll tell him.”

  “Thanks, sweetheart,” Merrill said. “I’ll see you soon.”

  The Chief cut off the link, and Tia settled down on her desk chair with a long, loud inhale. Then, she looked over at Jay and felt a painful pang of longing at the sight of him fully clothed again. She still wanted him naked. She still wanted him on top of her, inside her. The wan-looking smile on his face told her he felt the same way. He held out a hand to her.

  Tia got up from the chair and went to Jay, letting him gather her into an embrace and a kiss. “Looks like I’m going to have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

  “I wish you didn’t have to. You’re probably going to have to leave Sigma Cygni, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t want to,” Jay said. “I still want you. But I’ll have my orders.”

  “Will you come back?” she asked.

  “For you? To get some more of what I got tonight? Hell yes.” And he pulled her close into the deepest, hottest kiss of all, a kiss for all the light years they feared would soon be between them.

  Chapter Seven

  When Jay reported back to Interstellar Command, it was to learn the outcome of the conflict with the Dhurians—and the fate of those aliens who had nearly changed him from a protector of humanity to its foe. While Jay took Tia’s virginity and put her in a world of all-consuming pleasure, Chief Administrator Swift and the heads of the other Earth colonies had spent hours communicating with each other and Stellarforce Intelligence about skirmishes similar to the one at Sigma Pegasii and what Intelligence had learned about the enemy. The Dhurians, according to the findings of Intelligence, were a dying race. Their attacks on Earth’s stations and outposts were the last stand for them. They had depleted the resources of their home planet, their population had dwindled too much for them to harness the full resources of their home solar system in time for it to make a difference, and their attacks on human outposts were a last, desperate bid for survival. Stellarforce had met them magnificently, sustaining casualties among their forces and losing several stations. But the exosuit program and the officers trained to use the suits had met with success and quelled the invasion. Those officers who had been infected were being treated under maximum security conditions and were responding well. Human space was safe from the aliens.

  As for Jay’s desertion, the circumstances had been considered carefully and no charges were being brought against him. In fact, he and the other exosuit officers who were not being treated were to go on furlough immediately until further notice and the issuance of new orders. Jay’s exosuit was to be returned to the nearest Sigma Pegasii, and for the time being Jay himself was at liberty. When he learned that Chief Swift was giving his daughter one last birthday gift of a trip by herself to anywhere she wanted to go in human space, Jay knew where he wanted to spend his furlough. He would meet her anywhere, on any planet, she decided to go. He would spend his days of liberty in bed with Tia, showing her how happy an interstellar fighter could make a young girl, lying on top of her between the sheets.

  In the years to come, Jay and Tia would meet again and again as she went through college and he proceeded through his further Stellarforce career. Their shared bliss in bed would be a constant and a through line of their young lives. In time the two of them would marry, and their children would grow up in a galaxy that their brave father helped to keep safe.

  Tamed By My Alpha Vampire

  Chapter One

  There’s this dream that I have almost every night. It’s so vivid and beautiful, but then it becomes a terrible nightmare just before I wake. I shed a single bloody tear each time I’m wrenched from my dream and placed back into my accursed existence. In my dream, I’m walking through the halls of my mansion. The windows are open and sunlight gushes through them in bright columns. I can see the particles of dust dancing through the light like fireflies. I step through the light and feel the warmth of the sun brush my skin like the touch of a lover’s fingertips.

  I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Thundering forward like a proud stallion. I can feel blood coursing through my veins. I feel life bursting out from within my soul. I want to run, shout, dance, and see the world around me, but I don’t. I continue walking calmly down the hall. The house is empty, but for once I don’t feel alone. My heart races faster as I approach the intricate doors that lead outside. There’s a table to the left of the door. It has a painted finish that depicts vines growing across the surface and down the legs.

  The vines portrayed on the table have the illusion of life, but they are not living. I, on the other hand, can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I can feel my soul singin
g a song it had long forgotten. On the table is a pitcher filled with ice water. Droplets of condensation run down the sides of the glass like tears. I reach down and pick up the pitcher and the empty glass beside it. My parched mouth aches for water as I watch the liquid slosh into the cup.

  I bring it to my lips and drink as slowly as I can. The crisp and refreshing taste of water splashes against my tongue and for the first time in hundreds of years, I taste it. My stomach clenches as if reaching out to take more of the water. My body begs for more of it, but I put the pitcher down.

  I turn towards the door. My hands reach out, trembling as they touch the smooth metal of the elongated door handles. This is it, the moment that I reach every night, and every time I wonder if this is the only way it can end. My hands pull the handles down and the doors swing open. The morning sunlight rushes past me like a tidal wave. I feel the warmth spread across my skin. I close my eyes and smile as I bask in a light I had all but forgotten.

  There’s a moment here, in the apex of this dream that I have had every night for centuries, it’s a moment where everything is right and perfect. A moment of perfect serenity as I teeter over the edge of my fate. As the moment passes, the warmth on my skin intensifies. Every inch of my body starts to crackle and burn. My eyes shoot open as the pain overwhelms me. I lift my hands up and watch as the skin bubbles and blisters. My flesh peels back and blackens before falling off my bones.

  The sunlight evaporates my body like a puddle of morning dew. My bones turn to dust and my soul shatters in the burning light.

  My eyes shot open and I felt the warmth of a crimson tear sliding down my face. Another day, but the dream is still the same. I reached up and pushed against the metal ceiling directly above my face. The lid of a human-sized box lifted above me and followed the path of its hinges to the right. It clanged against itself and sent an echo through the underground chamber.

  I pressed my hands against the metal side as I climbed out. It should have been cold, wet, damp, or something, but I didn’t feel anything. I stood silently in the darkness and listened for my heartbeat, tried to feel it like I did in the dream, but there was nothing. My chest was silent and cold. Whatever heart once thundered there, beat its last long ago.

  When the lights were on, my vision was the same as any human, but when darkness came I saw things differently. My eyes could pierce the veil and gaze upon the very fabric of existence. I could see her heart beating in her chest. It appeared to me as a tiny sphere of light that pulsated in the center of her chest. Her veins ran outward from it, painting an intricate network of illuminated pathways.

  That stale white glow that appeared to me. It was the way blood looked in darkness. The light called to me like water called to a man stranded in the desert. I didn’t feel things like excitement or adrenaline anymore, but I still felt some kind of supernatural rush when I saw the way blood glowed in the darkness. I traced its path through her body, looking for the perfect point to drive my teeth into her flesh and drink that liquid light from her veins.

  I walked over to the light switch and flipped it on. The intricate network of light that made up her body faded as the fluorescent bulbs above illuminated the darkness. I no longer saw her as food, instead I saw the hair, skin, eyes, and lips that made her something more. I was once like her, human that is, and there was a time when I pitied them, but that time had passed long ago.

  She had dark caramel colored skin and jet black hair. When she first came to me, she was voluptuous and healthy, but now she was barely more than skin and bone. Without enough food and water, my daily feedings were slowly killing her. She wouldn’t eat or drink most days either. When I asked her why she would willingly hasten the arrival of her death, she would simply spew out words unknown to me.

  I preferred it when they didn’t speak my language. It was easier that way, but in cases like this one it could be problematic. My business connections allowed me to have a new “wife” whenever I wanted, but all the money in the world didn’t change the fact that it would take several days for her to get to me. I couldn’t wait that long, not at this stage in the cycle.

  I walked across the cold marble floor to the bars of her cell. It was built into the corner of the basement, with polished steel bars running from the ground to the ceiling. Barbaric, yes, but necessary. There were times when my wives would be excited by the concept of being fed on, but in most cases they acted like caged animals. This one used to have fight in her, but now her skin didn’t hold the same color. It was dull and clung to her body. Her eyes were sunken back into her skull, but they still held that same fire. I could taste the fight in her blood, it added a spice that I particularly enjoyed. Today, though, that fire would be snuffed out. I could tell by looking at her that she had no more fight left.

  I took no pleasure in this, not anymore. I had to feed, which meant that she had to die like all the others. If I felt compassion and freed her, I would suffer a fate worse than death. Besides, in her current state, death would be a mercy.

  “Get back,” I said.

  The woman stood on shaking legs in the center of the room. Her voice rattled as she spewed forth harsh and sharp words that held no meaning to me. She clutched her naked and frail body, as if covering herself would somehow shield her from my intentions. I had given her clothing when she first arrived like I did with all the others. I treated them all equal when they came to me. I gave them the finest clothes, fed them meals that many would only dream of having, and gave them a soft bed to call their own.

  I even laid with them if they wished. Anything to keep them happy and comfortable. Blood was flavored by emotion. Joy, sadness, pleasure and ecstasy, these were the spices that gave blood its unique taste. I tried to keep my wives happy and comfortable, if only to make their final months on this earth peaceful ones. I was not a monster, despite what many would think. I was merely a cursed soul seeking solace in an eternal cycle of death and rebirth.

  These women came from strife and pain. I offered them a brief glimpse of paradise for as long as their bodies will allow them to feed me. They sustained me, and I in turn gave them something they never had.

  They did not see it that way. There came a time with every wife when she was faced with her own dwindling mortality. She would try to run, take her own life, or even foolishly try to take mine. That was when I took them underground and put them in the cell. They ate, slept, cried, and languished in their final days beside me as I slept each day and awoke each night.

  My current wife’s angry shouts quickly devolved into sobs as she backed towards the wall behind her. I didn’t need to speak her language to know she was pleading for her life. This always happened as well, sooner or later.

  “I’m sorry, truly I am. I tried to make this easier for you, but it wasn’t meant to be. Hush now, it will all be over soon,” I whispered.

  She flailed at me with her bony fingers and her nails that grew like claws from her fingertips. I grabbed her arms and pushed her up against the wall. Her defense crumbled and I felt the cold rush of hunger wash over me. A pair of fangs pushed outward from my upper gums. I opened my mouth and let them fill the space between my lips. I tiled my head and looked down at her neck. The bulging vein beneath her skin called out to me. I dove into her, my fangs parted her skin like a thin sheet of paper. Her blood gushed forward. I pulled air through my nose which caused air to flow up through tiny holes in the bottom of the fangs. The suction pulled her blood up through the hollow teeth and into my brain where the curse laid waiting. My wife struggled for only moments before I felt the beating heart in her chest go silent. The blood stopped flowing soon after. I had my fill, and she suffered no more. I slowly lowered her limp body to the cold ground.

  My fangs slid back into my gums, giving me full range of my mouth once more.

  “It’s over now, you can finally rest. I envy you and all those who have come before you. I have been awake for far too long.”

  I stood up and walked out of the cell. This was the a
pex of the cycle. In these final hours I always felt strong and powerful. I had the strength of a god, but it was fleeting. Soon the curse would call to me, and I would answer as I always did.

  I tried to enjoy those moments. It was the only time I felt closest to being alive. I turned off the light and walked up the concrete stairs to the main floor of my mansion. As I emerged from the trapdoor and stood in the hall from my dream, I saw pale white moonlight flowing in through the windows instead of the sunlight from my dream.

  The final moments of my latest wife’s life were enough to satiate me for the time being, but I would need another soon. This time I wanted someone younger, someone with spirit and drive. I walked down the hall to my massive bedroom and stepped inside. The door groaned as I pushed it closed behind me. To my right was a lavish bed with silk sheets that I hadn’t used in centuries.

  On the left side of the room was a large metal door large enough to accommodate another room. A digital panel was mounted on the front with nine numbered keys beneath the LED readout. I walked over to the door and heard hollow whispers coming from within. The voice spoke words from a language long forgotten. Even without understanding the voice, it had a seductive tone that always grabbed my attention while simultaneously making my stomach turn.

  I pressed in the code on the pad and heard the gargantuan lock turn within the steel door. I grabbed the side and pulled the massive doorway open. Inside was a large room lined with metal walls. In the center of it sat a statue made from a strange black stone. It depicted a goddess with a voluptuous form dressed in modest clothing. She held a long sword in one hand and gestured to me with the other.

 

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