Hacked For Love & The Dom's Songbird: A Billionaire Romance Collection

by Michelle Love

  “Seriously?” he asked as confusion riddled his handsome face.

  She nodded, and he pulled her hair, making her face come to his. He took one deep, hard kiss then released her mouth. Just that one kiss was better than any she’d ever had. Her body tensed with need, but she was still worried she wasn’t good at giving him the oral sex she was attempting to please him with.

  “So, should I continue?” she asked.

  “You’re doing a fantastic job. Please, get back to it.” He let her go, and she resumed her position, placing her hands on his massive member and her mouth on the tip of his dick.

  Steele took him in again with renewed passion as he’d told her it was fantastic and that was more than she’d thought she’d get for her first blow job. Faster she moved her mouth up and down him. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling it and making her ache for more.

  She’s never had her hair pulled and found it very stimulating. He was aggressive as he pushed her head down with each stroke, making her take him all the way down her throat. She was hot with the knowledge she could even do that without choking on the massive organ.

  The car began to slow down, and she felt them pulling over. Her heart pounded as she heard the man say, “Fuck! It’s over!”

  She pulled her mouth off him as the car stopped and saw the police lights out the back window. “What happened? Did your driver run a red light or something?”

  The guy was looking at her with such sadness in his dark eyes that she couldn’t understand it. His hand ran over her cheek and he pulled her up and kissed her.

  The kiss was so deep and she felt like he was kissing her like he might not ever get to do it again. She pulled his pants back up and buttoned him all back up so if the cops did look in the back then they wouldn’t see his giant dick out.

  He finally ended the kiss and looked into her eyes. “You give great head, baby. I wish I could’ve felt the ending, but I can’t control everything.”

  She was really confused by his behavior. Steele got back on the seat and waited to see what was going to happen. After a minute they saw the cop walk up to the driver’s window and then he walked back to his car and the light went off as the driver pulled back onto the road and drove away.

  The window rolled down and Paul said, “Seems I accidentally left my driver’s license with that police officer back at that accident scene.” He laughed and rolled the window back up.

  Steele kind of giggled as the man next to her grabbed her by the shoulders and growled.

  “Thank God. Now no more fucking around.”

  The buttons on her shirt flew everywhere as he ripped it open. Her expression had to have been full of surprise as he did it and she found him ripping her bra off next.

  Sitting in front of him with her large breasts exposed had her not daring to breathe. He’d turned in an instant. She was afraid but excited as well. He pulled her off the seat and down to the floor with him. Flipping her over, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and yanked them back to her knees.

  She gasped as he easily ripped her panties off and said, “Put your hands on the seat.”

  Steele did as he said with no hesitation. She heard his zipper go down then felt him force his cock into her. She was as wet as she’d ever been with the rush of excitement, but he was huge and he spread places that had never been spread.

  It burned, and she screamed with the sensation. He yanked her hair hard. “No noise!”

  Somehow, she cut the scream off and he pulled nearly all the way out then thrust back into her. It burned like fire and she wanted to scream so bad, but she didn’t know what he’d do if she did. She moaned a little with the intense burn and he smacked her ass hard.

  Now she knew what he’d do if she didn’t do as he said.

  No noise!

  He pounded her with his massive cock and eventually the burn turned into more pleasure than she’d ever known. She rocked back against him, loving how savage he was. The little grunts he made and the sound of his body slapping against hers filled her ears.

  One of his hands ran around and pinched her nipple then pulled it hard. She wanted to moan and tried hard not to but one slipped out and he moved the other hand and smacked her ass hard twice.

  Her body started shaking on the inside and she knew she was about to have the first orgasm that she’d ever had with a man. He stopped his assault and leaned over her.

  His hard chest was against her back and it felt like pure Heaven to her. His words hit her ear hot as he said, “I can feel you about to come. You don’t come until I tell you to or you’ll feel the sting of my hand until tears run out of your pretty blue eyes.”

  Steele had never been talked to that way and even though she knew she should tell him to fuck off, she found herself wanting him even worse. His hand twisted in her hair, pulling her head back.

  “Tell me you understand me.”

  “I understand you,” she said then he kissed her hard.

  Before he pulled his mouth off hers, he bit her bottom lip hard, but not hard enough to break the skin. Her body was on fire as he pulled his body back and resumed plunging deep into her from behind. His hands on her hips, dragging her back to him with each hard stroke.

  “Fuck, you’re tight as hell. When’s the last time you got fucked?” he asked her through gritted teeth.

  Every thrust was knocking her breath out and she gasped out, “About a year.”

  He laughed “Fuck me, that’s seems impossible.”

  An intense feeling was filling her, but she knew without a doubt that if she let the orgasm go he’d spank the shit out of her. She didn’t know if she was up to that so she held on.

  “Good girl,” he said as he continued to pound her from behind. “You hold it like I told you to. It’s going to be better than you ever imagined it could be.”

  To further make things harder, he reached one hand around her and pinched her clit between his fingers. The tiny pearl had swollen with desire and his touch nearly sent her over the edge. Only the fear of his punishment stopped her.

  Steele closed her eyes and thought of nothing as she held back the thing her body wanted to do the most. His fingers left her clit and she let out the breath she didn’t even realize she’d been holding in.

  He moved his body down on hers, pressing his chest to her back and his strokes went slow and somehow even deeper. “You on birth control or do I pull out when I come?”

  “I’m on birth control,” she said with a hard pant.

  “You want me to come inside you?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she said with a little moan.

  She wanted to feel his heat fill her body more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.

  His mouth fell hot on her neck and his teeth grazed her flesh as he sunk his cock into her with slow movements that she felt deep inside her. He pumped short hard strokes then bit her neck hard.

  Finally, he released her neck and whispered, “Come.”

  Steele was nearly shocked as her body did what he said the instant he said it. She felt him tense behind her and his dick throbbed as heat shot into her as the most intense orgasm crashed through her body.

  She shook with the sensation and her mind went to another place. There was no way that she could hold the moan back, and it slipped out of her mouth. She heard his follow as he pulsed inside her.

  She knew without a doubt that no one would ever be able to make her feel the way that this man did. He pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She hated it and loved it all at the same time.

  He pulled her jeans back up and picked her shirt up and helped her get it on as she tried to catch her breath. He handed her the bra which was torn up and the ripped panties and looked a little guilty about tearing them up.

  He looked at her as she held the shirt closed. “I’ll have some new ones sent to you. What’s your apartment number?”

  She shook her head. “No, that’s okay. Truth be told I’m most likely going to keep these to remembe
r this by.” She laughed a little, but knew it was true.

  He tapped the glass of the dark partition. “We can take her home now.”

  Steele looked out the window and saw they were very near her apartment. The driver must’ve been circling the block. His boss must do this type of thing often.

  Suddenly she felt pretty dirty and more than a little dumb. The car stopped, and she grabbed her purse off the floor and reached for the door handle.

  His hand on her shoulder stopped her.

  “I had a good time,” he said.

  “Me, too,” she mumbled, not daring to look at him.

  “When I talk to you, I want you to look at me,” he said with a commanding tone.

  Her eyes moved up to meet his. “Okay.”

  “Good girl,” his voice was soft. “I wish things were different, but they’re not so this is goodbye.”

  The door opened as Paul held it for her.

  “Bye,” she said and got out of the car not looking back.

  She held her bra and panties in one hand and held her shirt closed with the other and felt bad because she should be feeling shame and disgrace at what she’d done.

  Instead she felt elated and nearly overjoyed as her body felt like it had been cleansed. The car waited until she was inside then it drove away. She stopped and turned to watch it pull away once she was inside the lobby doors.

  It was over. The brief moment of complete pleasure was over and she wouldn’t see that man again. She turned and walked to the elevator. She wondered what was happening in the man’s life that he would say he wished things were different.

  The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out and went to her apartment. She mumbled out loud, “Why did it have to be goodbye? What could possibly be the reason we can’t see each other anymore?”

  She unlocked the door and went inside, finding Gwen passed out on the sofa, a bottle of wine clutched in her fist. Steele took the half empty wine bottle out of her hand and took it to the kitchen.

  The trash can was half full, and she contemplated tossing the bra and panties into it. Maybe it would be best to forget about what had happened if it could never happen again.

  The memory would only serve to torture her and make it where no other man could ever please her again. She shook her head and kept the panties and bra and went to her bedroom. Tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper, she decided she would keep them.

  God only knew when she’d ever get laid again, she may as well have a memento of the one time she let a man treat her like his property. The one time she allowed a man to take her the way he wanted to. The one time she had allowed a man to boss her so much he made her control a function she didn’t even know she had the ability to.

  She pulled her clothes off and got in the shower to wash away his smell which was all over her. His cologne, sweat, and semen. It was the best smell she’d ever smelled, and she thought she must be more of a freak than she ever let on.

  Steele ran her hand between her thighs and over her wet inner thigh. Wet with the mixture of him and her. Starting the shower, she climbed in and poured body wash on a rag and ran it over her legs then her arms and over her breasts.

  The nipple he’d pinched was sore, and she smiled as it hurt when she ran the rag over it. Her whole body was a little sore, her vagina would hurt like a mother fucker in the morning, she was positive she’d have a hard time walking.

  The memory of his huge cock in her mouth made her lean back against the wall and her eyes closed.

  Why does it only get to be once?

  She leaned up and let the water run over her face. She knew it was stupid, but she felt like crying that there would be no more. He was a onetime thing, and that made her stomach ache with the knowledge.

  He was a thing she’d never tell a soul about. A secret she would keep forever from everyone. How could she tell anyone that she liked the way he threated to spank her until she cried if she climaxed without him telling her she could?

  Gwen would tell her she was crazy and probably make her go talk a counselor or something. Maybe she was a little crazy. She never thought in a million years that she’d do something like that, much less find it so damn fantastic.

  Rinsing off, she got out of the shower and went to lie in her bed with no clothes on. She never did that, but she felt like she was going to take this being bad thing all the way at least for that one night.

  She climbed under the pink blanket and ran her hands over her body, another thing she didn’t do. She closed her eyes and pictured him. The man she only knew as A.C. Not even his real name did she know and she’d never even told him hers. Perhaps because he never asked for it.

  He knew she was a onetime thing all along. Offering her no more than a nasty little tryst in the back of his Escalade. He’d called it his lair and her lips quirked up into a half smile as she thought that was an apt name for his car.

  How many women had he taken in that car? How many rounded asses had felt his hand’s sting? How much more could he do to a woman?

  Maybe he could be found in one of those clubs she’d heard about. She racked her brain to try to recall what she’d heard they were called.

  Would she venture out and find a club like that and see if he was there? He had to be into that type of thing. Whips and chains were not a thing she ever looked at with any excitement. But if that man was holding a whip, she didn’t think she’d mind it.

  She thought she might like it a lot more than she was supposed to. Steele stopped touching herself and closed her eyes tight. That wasn’t her. That was not the person she was or even wanted to be.

  A powerful lawyer was not a person who wanted to be strapped to a bed and taken the way some man wanted. A powerful lawyer was not a person who was told what to do by some man. No, that was not what her future was about.

  The gorgeous man had no place in her future anyway, so why did she have an empty place inside her that hadn’t been there until he took her the way he did? She felt like she was his, even though she knew she wasn’t.

  Why couldn’t things just be easy?

  For Desire Part Three

  STEELE

  Slow strides Steele made as she walked to her first class. The previous night’s activities with the sexy stranger had her body aching in a way that she’d never dreamed would make her so happy. A smile was plastered across her face and no matter how much she thought she should be ashamed of what she’d done and allowed herself to be treated, she just couldn’t feel a thread of guilt about it.

  Her mind continued to replay certain scenes from the back seat of that Escalade and every single time the gorgeous man’s face entered her memories her smile went a little bit wider. She’d never felt more alive and hoped the afterglow of the night would never go away.

  Steele entered the small classroom where her professor, an extremely successful criminal lawyer, seemed to be waiting for her arrival. She was one of his favorite students as she had such passion for the law and his criminal law class was her favorite.

  Tanner Goldstein was a tall man with classic good looks for a forty something man. Salt and pepper hair made him look smart and seasoned. He was smiling at her as she walked into his classroom.

  “Good morning, Steele,” he said as he moved from behind his desk to run an arm around her narrow shoulders. “I have something I want to offer you. Stay after class so we can talk. You and Rowan are getting a rare opportunity to learn more than any class could ever teach you.”

  He let her go as she went to her seat on the front row. Rowan sat at the desk next to hers and offered her a small smile. He most likely wasn’t super happy about having to share the opportunity with her.

  Rowan was extremely competitive. Steele smiled back as the smile had yet to leave her face anyway. She leaned over a bit and whispered, “Did he tell you what this is about?”

  He shook his head. “He said he’ll tell us both after class. I do have an idea though. A criminal lawyer named Arsen Sloan is being looked at
for a triple homicide. Serial killer style. Three young woman all bound and strangled to death. And all three of them were his past girlfriends. If you can even really call them that.”

  Steele’s smile faded as she thought about the idea all the women had been strangled. A death she’d thought brutal and had turned into a real phobia for her. “That’s awful. I don’t know if I want to be on the man’s side.”

  Rowan rolled his dark green eyes at her and ran a hand through his blonde curls which were closely cropped to his head. “Then you clearly don’t have what it takes. You should just let me do this on my own, Gannon.”

  She sat back and thought about what the young man had said. Maybe she didn’t have what it would take to defend people she knew were guilty. But it was a thing she’d dreamt of.

  She took notes as Professor Goldstein talked about a case where all the evidence pointed to one of his defendants, but when it came down to it there was a reasonable doubt and that alone had the jury giving the man an acquittal.

  Steele decided by the end of the class she would accept the offer her professor gave her, no matter what it was. This was her passion after all and she’d have to toughen up if she was to become the success she wanted.

  Rowan and Steele remained seated as the class was dismissed and Tanner came to talk to them about his offer. He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he said, “Arsen Sloan is a man in a tough spot and he’s retained my services in case he’s charged with the murder of three women who he knew well. I’d like to offer you both an internship on this particular case. It could lead to a permanent internship with my office.”

  Rowan spoke up quickly, “I’m in, Tanner.”

  Steele’s eyes shot to Rowan. She wondered when it got to be okay to call the man by his first name. She looked back at her professor.