Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)

by Nora Flite

  Silver wrapped his lips around my cunt, suckling gingerly. My orgasm danced on the fringe of my vision, it corrupted my damn mind with desperation. I could buck and strain all I wanted, but he'd just inch away, my swollen pussy robbed of contact.

  I shattered. “Please!” I sobbed, nearly incoherent. “Let me come, let me finish, fucking let me just come! Silver, please! Please!”

  Instead of release, he stopped touching me entirely.

  Gasping, I stared at him in disbelief. He was kneeling over me, a foil packet shredding in his fingers. In spite of his calm movements, I could feel the lust coming off of him in waves. It made the air heavy, pressing me further into the soaked blankets.

  Silver slid the condom down his shaft with practiced ease. He flipped me on my belly, the straps binding my skin tighter. “I'm going to fuck you now.” His palm ran down my vertebrae, capturing one of my ass cheeks and digging in. “I'm going to bury my cock into you inch by fucking inch. Then I'm going to do it again. And again. And again. Until you forget your name, thinking of yourself entirely as mine, and no one else's.”

  I was holding my breath. What was I supposed to say?

  He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. If he wanted a response from me, he didn't wait to hear it.

  The first thrust stretched me dangerously. The tip of his length filled me, dragging along my flexing inner walls. Pushing my face into the pillow, I gripped at the bed-frame. I couldn't manage much with my wrists tied, my fingers were barely hooking on. I needed every fragment of control I could find.

  “Ah!” I gasped, a thrill running through me when I felt him slide fully into place. My ears were ringing, a blackness creeping around my vision. Was I losing focus from pleasure, or because I kept forgetting to take in a full breath?

  Then he leaned forward, holding my hips to move me how he wanted. Withdrawing with the patience of a saint, he lingered with just the head of his cock inside of me.

  The next thrust shook the whole fucking bed.

  I'd thought recently about how long it had been since I'd last had sex. It was a frail memory, at best. With each stroke, Silver was dissolving the experience of every other man. He was imprinting himself on me, and if I'd doubted it was possible, I knew better now.

  Reaching between us, he leaned forward and kissed the nape of my neck. Strong fingers found my clit, strumming it without slowing down his pace. “Talk to me,” he instructed. “Tell me how this feels.”

  “Amazing!” I breathed, clutching to the sound of my own voice. “Good, so damn good. Please, let me come, I need to fucking come so bad!”

  His teeth brushed my earlobe. “I know.”

  He was acting so calm, but with every motion of his cock inside of me, I sensed his composure fraying. It started slow, a loose thread that was swaying in the wind. But then those threads caught on something—it was sharp, and surprising, and I dared to hope it was me.

  I wanted to be the event that shook Silver to his core.

  My brief, proud hope became a real possibility when his breath turned ragged in my ears. He was a steam engine, pounding down my tracks and not showing a hint of slowing down.

  Under his perfect touch, my clit throbbed. The pressure built back to where it had been when he was eating me out. He whispered, “I can feel how hot you are. Your pussy is burning up, fuck, you feel fantastic.”

  Swooning, I closed my eyes and bit into the pillow. His cock swelled, stunning me as it battled between pleasure and pain. But was this pain? It was too muddled, I didn't even care that he was clutching my hip so hard there would definitely be bruises.

  I was hovering on the edge of coming. It was right there, right fucking there.

  What was missing?

  “Come for me,” he growled in my ear.

  Groaning so fiercely that it turned into a scream, my body became one big knot. My pussy milked him, tingles rolling from my lower belly to my brain. I'd never had an orgasm that went so deep.

  Panting, I hung on just enough to rock my hips back onto him. He didn't expect that; shocking him was almost as good as coming.

  His lips touched the edge of the emerald earring. The reminder of how we'd gotten here—the mysterious letters, the little games—sent me over the edge again.

  “Fuck,” I managed, though it hardly sounded like a word. I was buzzing with delight, still riding the crest of orgasm when he started to shake.

  “I'm so close,” he whispered. “Fuck, so damn close. Do you want me to come inside of you, Pet?” His shaft flexed, drilling harder, rubbing the roof of my pussy.

  I'd lost the power of language, but my plaintive whimper was enough for him. He pulled his other hand away from my clit, gripping my waist as he slammed into me with new energy.

  I felt his orgasm through his fingertips first. They vibrated, his muscles hardening more than his cock was. Buried in me to his root, his cock jerked. Through the condom, I felt the quake of his powerful climax. I worried he'd break the condom; how could he not?

  Shuddering, he stroked slower—finally just holding me steady. Though he was done, the air in the room hadn't changed. This moment felt more important than it should have. Wasn't this just sex?

  Then why did it seem like so much more?

  Silver brushed his hand through my hair. “That was amazing. I don't want to untie you,” he said without a hint of irony.

  It should have been scary, except it wasn't. I blamed it on how dazed I was, my body and mind languishing from pleasure.

  My wrists were jostled; he was freeing me. Flipping over, I looked up at him and smiled. He was naked, and it was glorious. I watched as he rolled the condom up, walking across to the bathroom to dispose of it.

  “I've never done anything like that. I mean, especially not with a stranger,” I laughed self-consciously.

  Silver stood in the doorway, a figure so beautiful and dark. He seemed cut from another time, more comfortable in the pages of an old novel than in front of my eyes.

  He stepped forward, and I fidgeted at his approach. The blankets caved under him, his arm weaving around my middle, forcing my spine against his chest. His heart was reverberating; he was laughing, but not nervously like I had been.

  “Stranger,” he said, letting the word roll over his tongue like he was chewing a piece of candy. “Do I really feel like a stranger?”

  I twisted, searching his eyes. “I don't know. You're sort of like... a concept I've heard of, but never experienced myself.” Smiling shyly, I traced his shoulder. Touching him like this was a gift I didn't want to lose. “Familiar, but entirely unknown. Does that sound weird?”

  “It's not weird, no.”

  Under my nails, his rich tattoos were shiny with sweat. “It's different for you though, isn't it?” I flicked my eyes up. “You treat me—my body... like you know it already.”

  Silver held my eyes, steady and amused. “I did say I knew you better than you realized.”

  My laugh was too loud, too nervous. “I don't know why you keep saying that.”

  He ran a finger down my bare shoulder, lifting goosebumps. “Because it's true. Your tastes, your preferences, the dips and curves of your perfect body.” He constricted around me like living rope. “You finally belong to me, Pet. I'm never letting you go.”

  - Chapter Twelve -

  Alexis

  I scrambled, my mind on autopilot. He was telling me that he knew me. That I belonged to him?

  Silver really had been stalking me.

  That was it. How else could he know things like my shoe size... where I lived... where I worked? And why had I given that all a pass until now? Why had I let myself be so damn naive?

  Every built in fear that had chased me since five years ago kicked in. Stalkers were dangerous, and danger was something I'd taken painful steps to always avoid. Why was I so stupid?

  I didn't know I was standing until Silver reached for me, holding me by my arms and keeping me from collapsing to the floor. “Pet?” he asked.

>   I couldn't answer, I just swayed.

  I'm insane, he's insane.

  What if he ties me up and keeps me here forever... he said he wanted to... what if he hurts me... what if...

  “Pet! Are you alright?” He shook me, demanding I look at him, and still... I could only close my eyes. This wasn't real, this wasn't possibly real, this...

  “Alexis!”

  My eyes popped open, fixing in shock on Silver. His face was tormented, fine lines and a deep furrow on the bridge of his nose. I'd never seen him so worried. It would have been comforting if I wasn't so freaked out.

  I pushed backwards, hugging my naked chest. “Tell me what's going on.” My voice was shaking; I tensed, making myself harden. This time, my words were sharp and solid. “Who the hell are you?”

  Silver lifted his hands, spreading his fingers. “Calm down.”

  “I'm not going to calm down!” I couldn't, the anger was all that was keeping me together. I latched onto it, desperate to stay on my feet. “This is a sick game, stalking someone and playing with them! I don't get it... I don't...” I let him get too close to me.

  That time, when he reached for me, I backed away. I was moving too quick, my body like a broken marionette. I swung one way, my hip slamming into the bedside table. The bolt of pain made me wince, but it was the reminder of how he'd clung to my skin while burying his cock in my depths.

  I'd let a mad man tie me up. I'd fucked someone crazy enough to follow me around for who knew who long, and I'd justified all of it. But his threat of keeping me here, of capturing me so I could never leave—that had been too much.

  Grabbing my dress, I started to slide it on. The top was ruined, it wouldn't keep me decent. Silver moved my way, I gave him a warning look. Instead of grabbing at me, he scooped his jacket off the floor, holding it out.

  Warily I took it, sliding the heavy material around my body. It was saturated with his scent. It reminded me wretchedly of the first night we'd met. He'd given me his jacket to keep me warm... to protect me. As much as I didn't want it to, it made me feel safe.

  A mountain was growing up and out of me. The pressure crushed my soul.

  On bare feet I rushed towards the elevator. I didn't look back, it was an impossible task. If I just kept my eyes forward, I could make it out of this alive.

  Before I could get into the sliding doors, he swiped out his palm and caught the edge, blocking me from entering. “Wait!” he growled, his fury rivaling my terror. “Just wait a fucking minute.”

  Gritting my teeth, I ducked under his arm.

  Amazingly, he didn't reach for me. I faced the glass windows, eyeing the city outside and willing myself to transport away from here. This is too much, I don't understand any of this! I need air, I need to get out!

  Something solid landed by my feet, startling me. Glancing down, I saw it was my purse. Silver said, “Don't forget that. You'll need your phone to reach me.”

  The elevator doors pinched together before I could reply. I didn't even know what I would have said, because honestly, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see this crazy man again.

  It was raining outside. The doorman was taking shelter under the eaves when I burst past him. “Hey!” he shouted after me.

  I didn't slow down.

  Why did he pick me?

  My bare heels splattered over the shining asphalt.

  Why?

  Headlights beamed at me, my lungs shredding from exertion.

  WHY?

  Cement bit into my feet, a slippery patch making me stumble. Clutching the jacket, I crumbled into a heap, my knees skidding and bleeding. A distant roar, like a coming tornado, filled my ears. I couldn't hear the cars, the horns, or the lingering people wandering in the night air.

  Shaking so hard I expected my bones to come undone, I hugged my knees. Maybe I was crying, maybe it was the rain. It didn't even matter. There was no making sense of what had happened back there.

  You should be scared, I told myself. Lifting my chin an inch, I glared at my raw knees. No. You should be pissed. Silver wasn't just some distant admirer. He was a bastard who'd led me into a game where he could conquer me, break me down, and keep me at his side.

  But why pick me? It made no fucking sense!

  “Are you alright?”

  My head jerked up; I'd been picturing Silver so clearly that I expected him to be the one speaking. Instead, a police officer with a flashlight crouched over me. He offered a hand, shining the light in my eyes. “Did someone assault you? Are you injured?”

  Swallowing, I let him help me to my feet. “I'm fine,” I lied.

  He glanced down at my bare feet pointedly.

  I smiled, but it was frail and ready to crack. “I left my shoes at a... friend's place.”

  The cop clearly read 'friend' as hookup. His eyebrow quirked, his look of worry turning into one of amused defeat. I wasn't the only girl he'd find tonight doing a walk of shame.

  “Let me give you a ride,” he sighed, thumbing at his parked car.

  I came close to saying no. Overhead, thunder rampaged through the blackening clouds. I couldn't walk home the way I was, and taking a taxi didn't offer the same comfort as a police escort. I had no clue if Silver might come after me.

  He knew where I lived, after all.

  With a sheepish nod, I let the cop open the rear door of his car for me.

  “It's messy out there,” he said, settling in the front. His hooded eyes peeked at me through the rear-view mirror. “I'm Officer Santile.”

  Fingering the pockets of the jacket, I hunched my shoulders. “Alexis. Alexis Willow.”

  I sounded too forlorn. His forehead crinkled. “You sure you're alright, Miss Willow?”

  Not at all. “Yeah. Just a long evening.”

  Officer Santile turned the engine over, leaving me to wallow. And I would have wallowed, I was in prime woe-is-me mode.

  Inside the jacket pocket, something poked my finger.

  Curious, I slid the tiny card into the air. There wasn't much light in the car, just the lazy bursts as we passed by buildings or other vehicles. It was enough, though, for me to read the words on the piece of stiff paper.

  Keswick Silverwell

  CEO of Pure Pleasure Inc.

  1223 Avelera Ave, Portland OR

  I breathed in through my nose, loud enough that Santile peered at me. “Ma'am?”

  It's his business card. It has to be! Holy shit. Shaking myself, I stuttered, “I'm fine. Everything is fine back here.”

  Tracing the edge of the card, I experienced my stomach flipping. I knew his name. I knew his actual fucking name. I even knew where he worked!

  So what? The tiny voice in my skull buzzed. It doesn't matter. You don't want to see him again! What good could come from interacting with a guy like him?

  As if on cue, his scent wafted off of the jacket. A helpless flutter traveled into my scraped knees. It was too easy to be reminded of what it had been like to be so close to him. How he'd teased me, bound me, made me come while his cock drove into me at full capacity.

  Keswick Silverwell.

  I had so many questions I wanted answers to.

  Would I ever get them?

  “Have a good night,” the cop said as he pulled outside my home.

  Climbing from the car, I shivered at the cold puddles around my ankles. “Thanks for the ride.”

  “You sure you're alright?”

  Considering his question, I came close to asking him to stay nearby. If I said I had a stalker, would he believe me? Wouldn't I have to give him the name of the man who might show up here?

  Deep down, I realized I didn't want to get Silver in trouble.

  I really was fucked up.

  “I'm fine. Thank you again.” Turning, I ran up to my door. But here's the truth. As much as I didn't want to cause harm to Silver... I still took my phone out, dialing most of the emergency number before stalking around my house with a baseball bat in hand.

  I was alone.

  E
xcept for my torrent of thoughts... I was alone.

  ****

  Water hit me in the face.

  “Hey!” I shouted, gaping at Laralie.

  Her face pinched in, no humor in her usually cheery features. “Talk to me.”

  It had been three days since I'd last seen Silver. Or Keswick. I didn't know what to call him anymore. Either way, Laralie had sensed my brooding mood—not that I'd been subtle—and asked me out to lunch.

  I was regretting agreeing to it, especially as she sat across from me, her straw at the ready. Pushing my half-eaten sandwich away, I sighed. “There's nothing to talk about—ah!” She'd flicked more water; I hastily wiped it from my shirt. “Laralie, come on.”

  “I gave you fair warning. Talk to me, or be water boarded!”

  “This is unnecessary torture!”

  “Only if you keep resisting!”

  Throwing my hands up, I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay! I surrender, I'll talk.”

  Grinning, she pushed the cup away, folding her hands under her chin expectantly.

  Drying my cheek, I held back a small smile. Laralie was ridiculous, but maybe I needed this kind of blunt tactic. “You know the guy that sent me that dress?”

  Her eyes flashed. “Of course I do. It was gorgeous.”

  I decided not to tell her what the fate of the dress had been. After getting home and seeing how ruined it was, I'd regretfully tossed it in the trash. “We had a bit of a... fight.” There wasn't a better word.

  Laralie nodded sagely, not acting surprised. “I figured that was what was going on. Did he do something stupid?”

  Opening my mouth, I hesitated. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe?”

  “I don't know. I'm still trying to figure it all out.”

  At least that part was true.

  “I think I get it,” she said, sipping at her drink.

  “You do?”

  “Oh yeah.” Her manicured nail jabbed at me. “Turns out he wasn't who you thought he was, huh?”

  My eyes flew wide, hands crushing the table edge. She was too close to the reality of it all.

  Her hair bounced, her nodding never seeming to stop. “I knew he couldn't be that rich. He was faking being a big shot, trying to impress you and all, and you figured it out. Well, good for you, Alexis!”