Heat_A Stone Billionaire Series Novel

by Kaya Woodward

  I’m deathly afraid that I could seriously fall for Evan Stone.

  I know he’s the last man in the world to whom I should surrender my heart.

  5

  Evan

  December 25, 2017

  As soon as we get back to the hotel, hot and sweaty, we both strip down and head straight into the pool.

  The water refreshes me as I submerge and come up for air.

  Vic has already wandered away.

  She swims around the path of the pool, under a bridge and around the island in the middle, where other guests are tanning themselves.

  The pool itself is surrounded by lush plants, but the only sight I can focus on is Vic’s body in her tiny bikini.

  She disappears from my line of sight, so I float on my back.

  That kiss, those kisses, they were different; like the kiss in the shower.

  There was no lust behind it, there was something else.

  The balance of power has swayed in my favor!

  I’m inclined to believe that I truly care for the woman I picked up in a bar last year.

  That wasn’t my intent.

  I was merely trying to fix what I broke, to help my dad out.

  When he hired her onto his staff, I had to see her every day.

  The basic attraction was there.

  She was hot, and I was available.

  We flirted, and our night of passion allowed us to easily fall into discussions of a sexual nature.

  I was careful to avoid it at the office, but once we were off work, all the bets were off.

  I managed to find her buttons, that she liked being dominated.

  So, I played that up.

  She was easily submissive to what I wanted, and my dominant nature appealed to her buried desires.

  I’m not about to lie to myself, because she’s the best sex I’ve ever had, with anyone.

  Victoire tops every list in my head.

  She’s more than enough woman to keep me interested.

  Except for the one fluke with Leigha, I hadn’t had anyone I truly cared about.

  Lovers were just convenient places to dump my load.

  They came and went, and I didn’t think a lot about that.

  It’s the nature of being rich, handsome, and single.

  Lots of no strings attached, raw sex.

  It’s not that I care about Leigha romantically, because I really do care about her as a friend.

  Leigha has been through a lot, and she’s helped me out a few times as well.

  So, one lonely night, with too much tequila, led to sex.

  We’d known each other before that, from prep school, before I got kicked out and joined the army.

  But Leigha and her ability to show actual emotion doesn’t do it for me.

  I guess it’s because I know she’s available.

  That she’ll do things for me because she is my friend, and cares.

  She’s just too easy a catch.

  Not like Victoire.

  The way the woman acts like she doesn’t give a shit if I stay or if I go half the time, her aloof nature, makes her even more desirable to me.

  It’s wrong, and it’s warped.

  But, it’s the thing I crave the most.

  To dominate her.

  To rule her.

  To make her do what I want, when I want.

  “Hey,” Vic’s whisper is suddenly in my ear.

  “You look lost in thought,” she adds.

  I was.

  “We should have lunch,” I say, and I ignore her comment.

  “Good idea, I’m hungry,” she smiles.

  It’s like she doesn’t even care.

  This is only proven by the fact that she goes on and on about how much of a success the initial public offering was, and how it will do amazing things for the company.

  “You’re going to be a mover and shaker Evan, just like your dad,” she comments.

  “So, you do have faith in me,” I comment back.

  “I’ve always had faith in you, sometimes you just need a push,” she isn’t rattled by me.

  Not in the slightest.

  Another reason I need her in my life.

  She won’t back down.

  Not only does she put up with my bullshit, but she also doesn’t back down.

  Unless sex is involved, Vic doesn’t have a lick of patience with me.

  The cocktail she asked for is literally called Blurred Lines, and that’s what this is: blurry.

  Everything is complicated when it comes to how I feel about Victoire.

  I don’t want to be out on a limb again if she’s going to just tell me it’s about the sex.

  We both know it’s more than that, there’s a connection, even beyond the master submissive connection.

  Way more.

  I felt it today.

  The second I thought she was about to die, every nerve in my body was ready to scream.

  I knew I couldn’t lose her then, and I can’t lose her now.

  So, I must play the game.

  I don’t respond to her.

  Instead, I take a bite of my Caprese sandwich and marvel over the view from our table at the ocean view bar.

  “So, I was going to say that, when we get back, we should…” Vic starts.

  “Can we not talk about work? This is supposed to be a vacation? Or do you just prattle on about work when you’re nervous?” I ask.

  Vic’s face reddens.

  “Oh! My God! You do, don’t you?” I marvel at her.

  “Yeah, why?” Vic snorts.

  “It’s not a big deal,” she adds.

  “You’re nervous, why are you nervous?” I prod further.

  “Because Evan, because,” she stammers.

  But, it is the only answer she gives me.

  Back when things with Victoire first started up, I was just a guy that had to pump her for information, and Vic was the girl, all too willing to give it.

  Of course, my intent was only to ask her questions, the sex just happened.

  Natural, fluid, and rough.

  Organic.

  Right from the get-go, I knew there was something different about our relationship, but I didn’t know what.

  She begged and submitted to everything I wanted from her.

  I took whatever she gave.

  That first time she was such a bitch.

  But, the second time, when I was between her legs, I saw the other side of her.

  That’s when I knew I wanted her as my submissive.

  Since I met Victoire in March, the only other person I’ve had sex with was Leigha, in a moment of weakness on both our parts.

  Vic was intent that we were just all about the sex games, that there wasn’t anything more to this.

  She was so indifferent I was sure whatever I wanted didn’t matter to her.

  Leigha and I had met in prep-school, years ago, and she was the sweet little geek who tutored me during my last year of school.

  Her older brother, Brett was a friend of mine, and as such she was off limits.

  Not that my friend’s sisters were ever truly off limits.

  I get what I want regardless of the consequences.

  But, one weekend, a bottle of tequila and misery brought us together.

  It wasn’t awkward between Leigha and me though, so I know it was just a comfort thing for her, like it was to me.

  That’s why when my phone rings, as Vic is getting ready, I pick it up automatically.

  “Hey. lady,” I sing into the phone.

  “Mr. Stone, I’m with Alexander Technical, I have an account that is massively overdue, we’re going to have to foreclose on you if you don’t pay immediately,” Leigha is deadly serious.

  “Oh? I wasn’t aware, how much is due on the account?” I play along.

  “One billion, trillion, dollars!” Leigha giggles.

  “Merry Christmas, Ev,” she adds.

  “Merry Christmas, Leigha, how are you?” I ask.


  “In my office. Dad’s in his lab, Brett is off at our moms for Christmas, and I have no-one,” Leigha laments.

  “You do not have no one,” I tell her plainly.

  “Well, it’s not like I’m one of those women that needs a man, Ev,” she replies.

  I nod, even though I know she can’t see it.

  “You know I don’t need a man. It just gets lonely around the holidays. With all my friends married or getting engaged, or pregnant, I always feel like the odd one out. You know?” she asks.

  “Well, I don’t have any pregnant friends, so probably not,” I quip.

  “You’re a badass CEO, with a high powered, well-oiled machine, and you’ve got Wall Street ready to beg, borrow, and steal for your stocks. To me, that’s quite an accomplishment, Leigha. You realize that not everyone gets married young nowadays. After all, we’re only twenty-three,” I remind her.

  “Twenty-three is practically an old maid by some standards,” Leigha jokes.

  “Did you go to Hawaii with Victoire? I know you mentioned plans, but they weren’t concrete,” she asks.

  “She did end up with me, yeah,” I admit with a smile.

  “Well, well, it does have a heart,” Leigha’s dig at Vic isn’t meant to be mean.

  “Anyway, I’d better go, so stay on the straight and narrow Ev! Don’t do anything too stupid,” Leigha laughs.

  It reminds me I tend to get into trouble quickly.

  “I will! Merry Christmas, Leigha!” I tell her.

  When I turn around, Victoire is behind me, her lower lip jutted out, arms crossed, and eyes on fire.

  “Yes?” I ask.

  “How is Lonely Little Leigha, Evan? Missing her fuckboy?” she hisses.

  “We’re friends,” I tell her angrily.

  “Yet, you had sex,” Vic retorts even more angrily.

  I roll my eyes, and sigh.

  “Vic, it was one time, it was an accident, and we both regret it,” I keep my voice level, even though I want to scream.

  My dad says that Stones don’t scream.

  But, I do.

  “Sure!” Vic practically yells, with a flourish of her hand.

  “I’m sure you sleep with all your friends!” she taunts me.

  “Oh! My God!” is all I can come up with.

  “Oh, my God is right! I made a huge mistake coming with you, you ass!” she rages at me.

  Vic is storming around now, stomping around the apartment.

  I think I know what’s coming next.

  “Maybe I should’ve invited Leigha instead, or maybe she should’ve just come with us because obviously, you can’t get it in your head, that it was just sex!” I scream back at her from across the room.

  Victoire finds a suitable projectile and lifts a vase from the mantel.

  She throws the vase in my direction, and it flies past my head before it crashes to the ground on the patio.

  “Bastard!” she screams.

  “Bitch!” I scream back.

  “If you didn’t want me here why did you ask!” Vic shouts.

  “I didn’t say that!” I rage back.

  Then, she gets right up in my face, her lips inches away from mine.

  “I hate you,” she sneers, and every word drips with malice.

  “Fuck you!” I reply.

  My voice is firm, I don’t waiver with her.

  There’s that hesitation, that moment that always happens, and then our lips smash together in a flurry of hot, heavy kisses that drag me under the surface of reality.

  “I fucking hate you,” Vic mutters as she tears my shirt off.

  “I hate you more,” my voice is hoarse as I pull the tie loose from her robe.

  Her body is warm, and her nakedness under the robe is only an invitation to fuck her again.

  Vic throws me against the dining room table, a chair skitters away and tips over, but she doesn’t notice as she pulls my pants down.

  “Man-whore,” she mutters.

  I push her down to her knees.

  Then, she doesn’t speak anymore because my dick is in her mouth.

  Vic sucks my cock furiously; her tongue drags along the shaft and swirls around it as she bobs up and down on my dick.

  “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath.

  My hands entangle in the mess of her hair and grip it hard.

  The more she sucks and licks my cock, the more I have a need to control her.

  I pull her off my cock by her hair.

  “You want to get fucked?” I growl.

  “No!” she spits back at me.

  Then her mouth is on my cock again.

  The tip hits the back of her throat, and she moans.

  I push my cock harder into her mouth, and her moans only intensify as I guide her mouth back and forth on my cock.

  She wants to make me cum first.

  Too bad.

  I pull her off my cock again, by her hair, and this time there’s a wicked smile on her face.

  “Can’t take any more?” she smirks.

  Her perky nipples are hard as I rip off her robe.

  “Not today, princess,” I growl.

  Then I drag her up off the floor roughly and toss her over the dining room table, spread her legs, and ram my engorged shaft inside her.

  The way she cries out in pleasure only makes me harder, and I enter her again.

  Vic tries to grab at the table, something to steady herself but the table is too big for her to catch the end.

  She’s at my mercy.

  Her hands curl into fists, her arms pressed against her sides as she takes every inch of me.

  “Is that all you got? You fucking pussy!” she taunts.

  “You think this is all I have?” I yell.

  I pull my cock half out of her slick slit, fingering her hole, torturing her as I massage her clitoris. and when I slide back in, she only gets half my length.

  In and out, I only give her a taste.

  I want her to beg for it.

  Her moans and whines increase in intensity as she gets wetter and wetter.

  If I didn’t have her pinned against the edge of the table, I’m sure she would’ve moved against me by now.

  “Master, fuck me, please!” she begs.

  Finally.

  Her voice is so loud I can’t hold back.

  I feed my shaft into her, by inches, and she lets out a whine of pleasure that satisfies me.

  “Yes!” I groan.

  Every thrust is mixed with rage and the desire to show her she doesn’t need anyone else.

  She won’t ever need anyone else.

  Not if I can help it, I silently vow.

  “Fuck!” Vic screams as her legs begin to shake with the table.

  I rock her body, bury myself balls deep, pull out, and immerse myself as deep as I can again.

  I hold her steady as she quivers on my cock and move my hips to hit her g-spot.

  No words come out, just shaky breaths and groans as Vic tries to hold onto reality.

  I have every intention of giving her multiple orgasms.

  Then, it happens.

  “Evan!” she screams, her muscles contract on my cock as the orgasm overwhelms her.

  The massive groan that escapes my lips accompanies the sudden blast of orgasm that hits me like a wave when she says my name, and my seed spews into her needy pussy.

  I need a literal minute to regain a sense of reality before I pull my cock out of her.

  When I finally do, she’s still bent over the table to recover, and cum drips out of her pussy and onto the floor.

  “Jesus, you're a mess,” I tell her with a laugh.

  Then, I pull her into my arms on the couch.

  “Still mad?” I ask.

  “Not entirely,” Vic replies, finally able to take a normal breath.

  Before she can stop me, I kiss her thoroughly.

  She rolls onto me, her hand grasping for my shaft, before I can even react.

  Then, we’re fucking again.
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  And again, and again, and again.

  We fuck for what seems forever, our rage fueling our passion in a vicious feedback loop of hate and lust.

  And during this fucked up mess, I realize she called me by my name.

  I know I am in trouble.

  6

  Victoire

  December 25, 2017

  Evan’s kiss shouldn’t surprise me.

  What does surprise me is how adamant I am that I need the taste of his warm lips on mine.

  This doesn’t happen to me, ever.

  But here it is, and I find myself open to it.

  I don’t know how long we kiss for, but when we finally pull away, my face is in Evan’s hands, and I can’t bring myself to turn away from his intense gaze.

  God, those eyes, they’re so irresistible!

  Evan inhales a sharp breath, his forehead pressed against mine.

  I close my eyes as our lips meet again softly.

  “Victoire,” he whispers my name, low and slow.

  “Ev,” I whisper back.

  I suddenly feel weak, and weightless.

  “Are you sure you don’t want more?” he asks me.

  A chill runs up and down my spine, I can feel a slight shake in my body, and my head starts to spin.

  I do want more.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I tell him, out of courtesy.

  It’s just honesty, it’s nothing against Evan.

  He sighs heavily and turns away from me.

  No!

  I want to pull him back towards me.

  “What is it, that I can’t give you, that someone else can?” he asks me.

  His face has dropped slightly, but Evan is as stoic as ever.

  I don’t have an answer for that and tug on my ear nervously.

  “Tell me you have a good answer,” he urges me.

  Evan knows all my tells, and the ear tug is one of them.

  I must make something up.

  Quick.

  “Evan, we work together, it’s too complicated and messy and if we break-up, where does that leave me? I need this job, and I can’t-” I start to make excuses.

  The truth is, Evan is my dominant, the only man in my life, and the only one I want.

  “What if we don’t break up?” he asks.

  Evan’s eyes are wild with that look that I love.

  He only looks at me that way, and I know it.