ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories)

by Cartwright, Lisa

  “Probably not. But it is what I’m doing to you now. And, unless you force me, I won’t stop doing it.”

  “Until what? You aren’t thinking that I will tolerate your body inside mine. That is too much. A woman of breeding wouldn’t agree to that under any circumstances. Why don’t you do the normal thing? Take me to dinner, bring me flowers and candy.”

  “Would you have agreed to a dinner such as you describe in a good restaurant? Would you keep still during such a dinner and not have the screaming tantrum?”

  “Well, perhaps not, but it would have been nice to be asked.” Her mouth grew firm. “But that is not the question we have. You are doing this without my permissions. How do you answer that?”

  His voice rose. “Without your permission is it? Are you calling for help? Are you slapping my face and trying to get away? You are not.”

  “That doesn’t mean I want you inside my body.” She gasped. “What are you doing now?”

  Alain found the zipper and clasp at the waist of her skirt. He dealt with it quickly and adroitly. Her skirt fell to the floor. She wore her bra under her arms, panties of a dangerous cut and translucency and thigh high stockings. She stepped out of her skirt. Alain picked it up and folded it. He put it over the back of a chair.

  Mignon unhooked her bra and threw it on the same chair. She held up her hand. “Stop. We must put a hold on these proceedings. We will not be going… what is the American phrase?… Yes, we will not be going all the way, but no woman of any femininity will stand before a man without covering for her breasts and not demand an opinion. Do you like my breasts, Alain Lefevbre? Speak now. I must know.”

  Alain kissed the top of her left breast.

  She said, “At least, I can see that you appreciate me. That is good. But this must stop. Look a little longer to make sure you never have to do this again, and I will get dressed, and we can pretend that today is a fantasy.”

  Alain shook his head. “No, mon cherie. We must go far enough to make a change in your behavior, which is most abominable. As I look at it now, that means all the way.” He bent his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He lifted her up in the air. She squealed. “Now what are you doing?”

  “Taking the next step. Notice please, that I have positioned you in my arms around your body at such a height that your lovely nipples and my mouth are the same.”

  Her voice was suspicious. “Why does that matter?” Her mouth dropped open and her hands clamped over her breasts. “You wouldn’t put your lips on my nipples would you? That is a liberty I have not granted.”

  Alain stopped moving. He didn’t talk. He didn’t plead or beg. He looked into her eyes and waited. Mignon realized that he was a solid, stable man with strength she hadn’t known about. She realized he wasn’t going to let her down until he got what he wanted. She said, “I see I have no choice. I can’t stay up here forever. I have work to do. Be nice. No biting and after this, I put my clothes on and leave. This is all you get.” She dropped her hands slowly.

  Alain opened his mouth and set it gently over her left breast. She jumped when his tongue touched her. He said, “That wasn’t biting.”

  “You could have been preparing to bite.”

  “No. You said no biting and no biting is what we shall do.”

  He put his mouth back where it had been. He sucked and licked both nipples. He did it slowly and carefully. She made small noises that sounded like approval. Each nipple responded to his efforts by growing longer and harder.

  He covered his teeth with his lips and pressed down gently on her right nipple then moved his jaw back and forth to give it a twist. He felt her skin heat up and watched, from up close, as it turned from a delicate, light color to pink then deep red. She moaned when he did it again. She whispered, with her eyes closed, “That feels like biting.”

  Alain noticed that her hand had moved from his shoulder to the back of his head and she was guiding his head back and forth from one to the other.

  She moaned again. “This is not fair. You’re not taking me by force, but I have no choice. You’ve incapacitated me by lifting me in the air, and you’re having your way with me. My body is responding against my wishes. You know that soon I will not be able to fight back.”

  “That’s true. Soon, we arrive.”

  Her eyes sprang open. “What do you mean ‘arrive’? I told you we would not be taking this to its conclusion. When I give myself to a man, I want to be in charge. I’m not in charge of you. You don’t obey orders. Now, we must stop.”

  He looked up at her. “What are you afraid of?”

  She looked all around the room without answering the question.

  He said, “Do you think to find an answer in a corner of the ceiling, perhaps behind the bed or under the chair?”

  “What I am afraid is not your concern?”

  Alain allowed her to slip through his arms until his hands found her lovely rear end. Her skirt didn’t follow the rest of her body and bunched around her waist. He said, “My sweet, it is very much my concern. Why do you think I have hesitated to do this? I don’t want to live with a shrew, but I can’t live without you. So I have decided on this course of action. I can think of no other way to change our lives. You would run away if I gave you the chance.” He paused. She watched him with worry in her face. He continued, “If I did nothing, sooner or later, you would run away in actuality, and I would lose you.” He filled his hands with her panty covered body. She tried to dislodge his hands and couldn’t budge them. He moved, first one hand then the other, inside her panties so that he held her perfect butt, skin to skin. She wiggled to make him let go. He didn’t.

  He tilted her over on the bed, slowly and with painful gentleness, on her back. His hands were in the perfect spot to slip inside the waistband of her panties and pull them off her legs. She gasped. “Alain! What are you doing?”

  “I’m taking your lovely panties off, Mignon. I’m doing what must be done for us to be together.”

  He reached between her legs toward her pussy. Her hand was quicker. She covered her fragrant garden with her hand. “Stop. Please. All of what has happened up till now has been fun and games. Touching me between my legs puts us across a line of some kind. How do you say it?”

  “When I touch you, I will have crossed a line.”

  “Bon. What you said.” She looked in his eyes then looked away. Her voice as she said her next words sounded disconnected, as if the woman who spoke them couldn’t bear to own them. “You can’t do that unless you’re willing to stay with me forever. It is too much to ask for me. To let you have that liberty and not be assured of your presence in my life.” She swallowed and swallowed again.

  “I know that.”

  “No. You still don’t have it completely. You’re assuming I will become pleasant and agreeable. What if I don’t. Will you stay with me if I still persist in complaining and screeching? What if you succeed in getting inside me with your big penis, and you give me a baby? Will you be there to help?”

  Alain found her eyes with his. He was serious. “Did you know that Reynard and I are both of the military?”

  “No. I didn’t.” She hadn’t moved her hand. It was still a barrier to his progress.

  “We were with the Commandos Marine in Afghanistan. We don’t take on a responsibility and let it go afterwards. It is not in our nature.”

  For the first time, Mignon showed herself, naked and vulnerable. She crossed her chest with her arm, hiding her exposed, defenseless breasts. “Please. Take care of me. Don’t leave me. I will let you go forward because I love you. And… and…” Alain allowed her pause to continue until she said, “…because I have wanted you to do this from the day I stepped into your kitchen. But you must promise. Will you take care of me as a husband should?”

  Alain smiled at her. “I will. Until we occupy two plots in the cemetery, side-by-side.”

  She moved both hands. They lay on the bed, palms up, by her head. Alain kissed her once more to tell
her that he appreciated her sacrifice.

  His fingers found her pussy and stroked her delicate tissues. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Yes. Like that. You will make a good husband and lover.”

  “Mon Cherie, I have never asked you to marry me.”

  “You will.” She put her fingers on his lips. “I don’t have to pretend any more. I want you to love me and maybe give me a baby to raise. But we must do it without words. I need to feel everything you do to me. I can’t if I have to listen to you talk.”

  Alain chose the best way of responding to her words. He kissed her again with commitment and love. She kissed back.

  He backed off a few inches. “You said ‘no words’, but these are required at this point. I love you. I will love you no matter who you choose to be. That is permanent.”

  She surprised Alain by drawing him close and bursting into tears. She raised her face toward the ceiling and wailed in joy and relief. She stroked his cheek with hers. “You love me. I have wanted to hear those words for so long.”

  “I’ll say them again. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

  While he talked he moved the head of his cock into her entrance. As he said the last three words, he slid gently inside her.

  Mignon arched her back. “Oh you are big. How heavenly.”

  He moved them around until they laid on their sides. He brought her knee over to rest on his waist. H kept himself from moving any deeper and touched the delicate, sensitive tissues around her entrance. She closed her eyes and smiled. Alain noticed two tears on her cheeks. He kissed each one to wipe it away.

  Alain didn’t move for another ten minutes while he stroked and rubbed and pressed his hands against all of her important spots.

  He felt her hips flex toward him convulsively and penetrated her slowly and relentlessly until he was completely buried. She crossed her arms over her chest and burrowed into his arms. Almost immediately, she pushed away from him. She rubbed her hands over his massive chest and arms. “You’re so big and strong. I can depend on you.” She lunged into him and stayed there. He wrapped her up and held her tightly.

  He began a simple in and out movement she seemed to like. She made a light, quiet whimper every time he penetrated. Alain didn’t change anything. Thirty minutes later, she arched her back and groaned. She beat his chest and arms with her hands and humped up against him with her hips. She gasped for air.

  He felt her contract again and again inside her sheath. She gave a victorious cry and settled back into his arms.. She touched his cheek. “I am finished, mi amour. Now you. Inside me. I want a baby.”

  “As you wish.”

  Alain clasped her butt with both hands and brought her into his cock. He pumped her hips and his cock together ten more times. He pounded her body forcefully, slamming into her. All through the process, she looked calm and happy.

  He clenched through his orgasm. She felt him pump his semen inside her hips.

  He finished and all of the stiffening went out of him. She pulled him over on top of her. He covered her almost completely. Anyone looking down from above would see only her eyes over his shoulder and her legs below the knees.

  He asked, “Am I too heavy?”

  “No. I love your weight. It is perfect.” She caressed his back with her hands. “You’re here now, inside my arms. Stay. Be content. This is your home now.”

  Chapter Five

  Emily called her sister, Lynette, when she got home. “Is there anyone involved in the drug traffic that drives a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento?”

  “Yes. Ernesto Gomez. By the way, the car cost just three months of profits. He makes that much money.”

  Emily said, “I have to know something. I want to have more of a relationship with Reynard. I need to know if he’s good or bad. I saw Ernesto outside Reynard’s house a month ago and again talking with Reynard today. Can you tell me what’s going on?”

  The police, especially inside families, have a way of talking around the truth when there is something that must be conveyed and a reason not to tell everything. After a meaningful pause, Lynette said, “Does Reynard keep a number of paintings in his house?”

  “Yes, he does. From what I understand, his security system isn’t up to standard as well.”

  “Do you still have that small .380 pistol?”

  “Yes.”

  Lynette’s voice became firm, not concerned or worried, but firm. “I would move up to a .45. Choose one of the compact models. They’re easier to carry.” She paused. “Stop. I forgot about the two week waiting period. I’ll be right over.”

  Lynette was two years younger than Emily. She was stocky because she had to be and blonde because she wanted to be. Ten minutes later, she knocked on the door.

  When policemen and women are involved in something important and complicated, everything they say, how they say it and what they don’t say has meaning. Lynette walked in and got the important things out of the way. She hugged her sister and examined her figure. She said, “Fantastic. You look wonderful. How does it feel?”

  Emily blushed. “Exciting and good. What can you tell me about Reynard?”

  Lynette wouldn’t look at her. “I know him. He’s helped us with some art thefts in the past.”

  “Is there something wrong with him?”

  Lynette finally looked in Emily’s eyes. She held out a package. “I brought this. Carry it with you anytime you’re out of your apartment.” She handed the heavy bundle to Emily.

  Emily’s voice shook a little. “Whenever I’m out of the apartment?”

  “Yes. Are you still active in the LAPD reserves?”

  “Yes.”

  Lynette took a deep breath. “The job sounds nice. I’m glad you’ve got it.”

  Emily frowned. “Enough talking around this. I want to fall in love with Reynard. Is he dirty?”

  Lynette wouldn’t answer directly. “Keep working for him and take your weapon to work and everywhere else from now on.” She kissed Emily on the cheek. “I’ve got to leave. Come to dinner on Sunday.”

  Emily recognized a refusal to answer and didn’t press it. “I will.”

  Chapter Six

  Emily didn’t like carrying a weapon where it could be seen. To her, it was an article of clothing and a tool of her trade, not a symbol of violence. She didn’t need to show it off to bolster her image. Her blouses had strips of velcro along the opening in front. Emily used a holster that fit against her ribs above her waist and couldn’t be seen in ordinary circumstances. She wore the holster and pistol from that point forward.

  The next day gave her a decision to make. She didn’t want to make it.

  Reynard and she were studying a new acquisition, a minor canvas by Manet that had a good provenance. (‘Provenance’ means history. A work of art is authenticated by the substance of its known history as well as expert examination.).

  They leaned over the painting. At some point Emily, leaned too far. She began to fall and grabbed Reynard for support. Reynard did what any man would do; he put his arms around her and brought her back to vertical.

  He didn’t take his arms away. In fact, he brought her closer. They looked at each from very close together.

  Emily went over all of it in a flash. She remembered Lynette’s hesitancy in her approval of Reynard. She also remembered that Lynette hadn’t suggested she leave the job and him.

  Most importantly, she smelled Reynard and felt his muscles and steadiness. She felt the pistol against her ribs and thought, “What the heck. I’m armed” and looked at his lips. He took the hint and kissed her. She felt helpless and vulnerable in his arms, and she liked it.

  Emily got her first hint of the seriousness of the situation. Reynard didn’t tell her about his emotions. He looked deep into her eyes and said, “I want you to take the afternoon off. Take Mignon and Alain with you and go to the beach.”

  She said, “First, before we leave each other’s arms, kiss me again.”

  He did.

  Chapter S
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  The three of them drove to Malibu. Emily put on a nice one piece suit that dipped low on top. Mignon almost wore a scandalous bikini that showed virtually all of her.

  She and Alain made an interesting couple. Mignon attracted attention that evaporated when it met Alain’s smoldering, glowering, six foot six inch frame. Mignon walked arm in arm with Alain and chattered happily.

  They sat on the beach under an umbrella. Mignon in the middle.

  It happened twenty minutes after they arrived. A series of loud bangs disturbed the sea air. Emily dove into her bag for her gun. Alain rolled over on top of Mignon who crawled underneath him. He whipped open a beach towel that had been wadded up by his side and produced a gun that made Emily’s look like a toy. They lay on the sand sweeping the beach with their eyes for the source of the sound.

  Three kids threw more firecrackers on the beach and ran away. Both guns retreated back into their hiding places and Mignon came out from under Alain.

  They looked at each other with significance. Alain went back to his book. Mignon snuggled against him and Emily studied her iPad.

  Emily didn’t see anything on the screen. She needed to know what had transpired and why they handled it as they did. She thought, “Alain has a gun. Does he have it because he and Reynard are involved in something dangerous? How much does the art market provide for Reynard? He lives in a huge house. The taxes alone would break most fortunes. Lynette insisted that I carry a weapon all the time. That means I’m in danger. Am I supposed to be defending Reynard and the others or protecting myself from Reynard and Alain? Why did Alain and Mignon accept the danger that just happened without a comment? Reynard kissed me. Do we have a future?”

  When they got back to the house, Reynard greeted them, and they went back to work.