Her Savior_A Dark Romance

by Nicole Casey

  How was I supposed to reply to that?

  Time seemed to come to a complete halt as her words cycled over and over again in my head. My mind tried to make sense of everything that had happened but no matter what I did, I couldn’t resist the temptation of just staring blankly back at her. I was just too distracted by her beauty and the way she just looked at me. Her lips were barely an inch away and all I could think about was leaning in and giving her a long, deep and passionate kiss.

  “I love you too,” was all I could say. The words just came out of my mouth. “I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Maybe that was why I felt comfortable bringing up this fake marriage idea to you in the first place. I just knew I’d be happy with you even if you never loved me back.”

  Noelle closed her eyes, kissed me on the lips and then said, “You know there’s no one else in the world that I’d rather be with right now than you? You’re the perfect catch for any girl and yet I get to call you mine. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re famous and you’re rich. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you care for me and I really love the way you fuck me.”

  “I thought I was just another spoiled billionaire who only knew how to drink and fuck?” I asked her.

  She giggled a bit and licked my lips before she said, “Well, you were a spoiled billionaire but now you’re this resourceful, hardworking and faithful billionaire who still loves to drink and fuck. The good thing is you now do the latter with me and only me.”

  There was a lot of truth in those words. Ever since we got together, I did everything in my power to avoid seeing other girls. I didn’t want the public to think I was cheating on the girl I just married. That did mean saying good-bye to some bombshells like Tatyana but in the long run, I didn’t care anymore. I had everything I could ever ask for in Noelle.

  “I love you,” I told her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

  “Should we repeat our wedding vows now that this marriage becomes real?” she asked me. “When we first got married we were just pretending we cared and we were just pretending to be a real couple. Now it’s real.”

  My fingers combed through her hair and I gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Noelle Stanley, do you accept me, Daxter Horndale, to be your beloved husband?”

  “I do,” she answered with a smile. “Daxter Horndale, do you accept me, Noelle Stanley, to be your beloved wife?”

  “I do,” I replied and gave her a kiss.

  She then pulled away real quick and bit down on my lip, “I now declare us husband and wife. You may now fuck the bride.”

  Noelle didn’t have to tell me twice for that. I quickly rolled on top of her and pushed her clothing up so I could free her moist and anxious pussy. As soon as it was exposed I dug in a finger and slid it through her flesh, not just to make her more excited for what was yet to come but to also make her moan even louder. The sound of her voice whenever we had sex simply drove me insane. Her moans were so seductive that I could get hard and horny simply by the sound of her erotic cries of pleasures.

  It didn’t take long for the heat to burn so passionately between us. I could feel the fire burning in her chest as she lost herself to the moment and began to take charge. She pushed me off her and then straddled my hips. She took my cock in one hand and guided it through the lip of her pussy. As I thrust up she descended down on my shaft.

  “Okay, you get your dance now,” she teased me as she began to grind on my cock, going up and down its length. She cooed and moaned each second and all I could do was stare at her gorgeous body swaying and pumping away.

  I loved the way she squeezed her tits with her arms, I loved the way her hair just flowed with the rhythm of her body and I loved the way she would slightly part her lips to let out a gasp or a moan. I loved everything there was about her. I loved her.

  Of course, looking at her bounce just got me even more anxious to plow my way into her. Before long I had my hands on her waist and instead of just letting her bounce I thrust my cock up and deep into her flesh. I began to fuck her like a jackhammer, drilling my cock into her with a violent rage that just made her mouth gape wide open and she screamed her moans until they echoed off the walls.

  “F-fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed out loud and I was one willing to oblige to that request.

  I pushed her down on the bed, took her legs and hung them up on my shoulders. I spread her open and thrust my cock deep into her pussy, feeling the tightness of her walls squeeze my cock with all the might her body could muster. In this position though, her pussy was made even tighter and I could feel it choke my meat as it burrowed its way into her.

  The sensation drove her crazy and she began to claw and grasp at the bed sheet as she spilled her cum all over my cock, down her skin and onto the bed. She was squirting and dripping juices but I still pounded into her until I too could blow my cum into her. I wasn’t satisfied until I spilled all my hot seed in her pussy, on her chest, in her mouth and all over her face. I wouldn’t stop until I could cover her in sweat and all my cum. I wanted to bathe her in my love and my lust.

  She was mine.

  When I felt my cock slide into her orifice, I knew she was mine. When I saw the gold ring wrapped around her finger, I knew she was mine. When I saw her cum and moan out for more, I knew she was mine. Noelle was my wife and I loved her more than anything or anyone in the world.

  At the back of my mind, a victory song rang and it echoed throughout the night. I could feel nothing else but triumph as I now had the wealth that was rightfully mine, a future business that was my own doing and a wife that was not only hot and beautiful but also loving, sweet and smart. This was all a dream come true.

  15

  Noelle

  They say life is unfair and that we shouldn’t expect it to give us the chance to change everything that ever happened wrong in our lives. People always say that we should accept the crap that life tosses at us and try our best to make a good life out of what we have.

  I am one of the few who can say that saying is utter bullshit.

  When this whole affair started, I was just another young stripper at a club. However, maybe it was because I was the only one who cared to aid a grieving friend or maybe it was just pure luck, Daxter Horndale asked me to meet up with him. That date changed the course of my life forever.

  Hannah once told me that we cheated. He didn’t really deserve his father’s money and I didn’t really do anything to deserve the wealth I have now. We faked our marriage to get here. What she keeps on forgetting was the middle portion of our story, the part where we had to slowly fall in love despite knowing it was all just a show.

  While we did gain the wealth and the Horndale corporation, we didn’t push forward with completely running the whole business. Daxter worked hard with his father to understand how their business worked and they both chose a suitable CEO to work hand-in-hand with them. Daxter could have taken that position but to my delight, he decided to focus on Moda Auteur. He was now the CEO and President of that venture and I became the Vice President.

  Together we managed to take over the fashion world. Every new opportunity available to us we took it and worked hard with our designers and analysts to make sure each step was a success. We even got to sign a deal so that several Hollywood studios would use our clothing as part of their costume wardrobes for some movies.

  For a while, I feared Daxter would get the crazy idea of spending millions on a new home but he once again proved he had matured. He sold our condominium unit and bought a modest two-story home in the suburbs, inside a very elegant neighborhood. It wasn’t that expensive and he didn’t overload the garage with a ton of new cars.

  We did sell my old hunk of junk. In exchange, Daxter bought me a brand new Camaro for my birthday. During the first few days driving it I could only think about how my car might suddenly transform into Bumblebee and Daxter wouldn’t stop teasing me about it. Well, at least that meant that in his eyes I was a hot chick like Megan Fox
, right?

  Joel and Carmen finally got to relax now that they weren’t too busy handling the family business. I got to spend a lot of time with Carmen, hanging out at different beach resorts or to just shop whenever we could get out of our houses. Sonya came with us from time to time and it was really delightful to learn that she was done with her next book and that it wasn’t just topping the sales but was also being adapted into a Hollywood movie.

  Of course, there were those nights where we would just feel exhausted and too tired to even have sex. It was those nights where I could expect some plain, good old fun. More often than not, Daxter would drive us out to spend time at Mercury Wild. Jasmine and Lyla had become good friends of mine and over time I got to introduce Hannah as well. Fortunately for us both, they all accepted Hannah too.

  They even asked Hannah if she would prefer to work there instead of continuing her life as a stripper but to nobody’s surprise, she decided to stick with her job. She loved the attention she got from all those men and the tips she was earning covered all of her expenses anyway. At least she did say she wouldn’t ever feel embarrassed to come to me or Daxter in case she ever needed financial help. She even agreed to model for some of the new clothes we were selling.

  Mercury Wild had become a sort of usual joint for us now. It wasn’t just a bar and restaurant. It wasn’t just a rich gentlemen’s club. It kind of became our second home because all our friends were there, not to mention it did have some of the best drinks and the best food in town.

  It was during one of those nights at Mercury Wild that Daxter shared us the big news: Moda Auteur was just listed as the top fastest growing fashion company in the past five years! I never would have expected that level of success but it was one that I was grateful for.

  Well, there was a lot to be grateful for. People almost never get a shot to turn their lives around like this and both Daxter and I succeeded but we only did so because we worked together. It was through our teamwork and through our love that we got to where we were now.

  It was now a year following our wedding and we had made it a point to reenact our wedding during our anniversaries. It may seem silly to some and for others, it could get old really quickly. For us, however, we never wanted to forget the circumstances that got us together and the fake marriage that somehow managed to work out.

  I was just happy that my life had improved. Daxter’s life had improved. We both got into a fake marriage for selfish reasons but in the long run, we fell in love. In my book, that would count as my “happily ever after”, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  - End -

  The Billionaire’s Desires

  Mercury Billionaires Book 4

  Book Description

  The Billionaire’s Desires

  When her eyes lock with mine in my office, I know I have to own her.

  I am Marcus Phoenix, the so-called silent billionaire. What the world doesn't know is that I have a very peculiar “hobby” behind closed doors.

  In my private lakeside manor I tend to have submissive “pets,” young women who would do anything I command.

  The only problem is that I would get bored of them; their minds would break and the engaging fire of our little play would lose its spark.

  And then I meet Natasha. Beautiful, shy, innocent Natasha.

  Her blue eyes, soft lips, and her banging body make me want to dominate her and bend her to my will.

  She needs help, and that put me in the perfect position to make my darkest desires come true.

  Guess there's only one thing to do: make her sign the contract and let our game begin...

  Prologue

  Marcus

  Now she’s broken. I stared at the young girl in front of me, laid out on the bed naked save for the warm blanket over her. A residue of a once warm smile filled her lips and she simply gazed back at me with the blankest stare in her eyes. The blue shine that once glowed in them had long faded. It was like staring into a soulless puppet.

  The longer I looked at her the more I came to realize how far gone she was. Once upon a time she was beautiful, she was strong and she always had an opinion regarding things in the world. It wasn’t so long ago that she would prance around with her chin held high, proudly proclaiming her love for her career.

  She was a doctor, once, but now she was nothing more than a slab of meat, a toy for me to abuse. All the strength, confidence and will had drained out of her very being. Her spirit and energy had slipped away into nothingness. Like a mannequin she merely laid there, not even blinking or mumbling a single word.

  “What a pity,” I then grumbled when I stroked her pretty face. I sighed in pity and regret as I commanded, “Do not move until I leave. I don’t want to hear a single word from you either. You’re a worthless slut and a slave. Understood?”

  “Yes daddy,” was all she whispered and she quickly went back to being the silent, lifeless toy once more.

  I gave her a pat on the cheek and rewarded her obedience with a gentle kiss on her lifeless lips. I looked at them closer and recalled how they had gasped when I beat her and flogged her in the dungeons below. Never did she moan or cry out in pain or pleasure. She took it silently and loved the moment.

  Perhaps I had broken her too soon. It was something for me to ponder about when I had the time and right now I had to go. Immediately I picked up my clothes to get dressed. After I slid my pants back on I checked my watch – it was still eight-thirty in the morning. I still had time for a donut and some coffee before it was time to go to work.

  By the time I had put on my business coat the woman was beginning to drift off. Her eyes were now closed and I could see her chest rise and fall as her breathing calmed down. I had been rough on her this morning but it was what she deserved – no, it was what she lived for. Pleasing me was her sole purpose in life.

  There was just one problem with this obedient little kitten that did everything I asked: she was boring. Where the once a fire burning in her there was now just a dark and empty void. She was breathing but she was essentially a lifeless doll.

  I would have to get rid of her.

  The only problem with that decision was I’d be left without a toy to fuck. I gave her one more look, reminiscing all the moments we had together since I met her and dragged her down into this crazy corner of lust, and realized I’d only hurt her the more I’d get bored with her performance.

  No, I couldn’t harm her more than she could handle. I had broken her will already, that much was obvious, and the best I could do was to turn her over to someone who appreciated broken girls like her. Maybe someone at Mercury Wild would want her.

  I took a moment to reflect upon myself in the mirror. Even as I neared forty, I figured I was still a dashing man with good looks; women always prattled on about my blonde hair and the glow of my blue eyes. Even if they were just toying with my emotions, I at least knew for a fact that I was tall, lean and muscular. I didn’t hit the gym three times a week for nothing, after all.

  When I was done and had my shoes on, I turned off the lights and gave her one last look. She was still in her original position, obeying my every command. Without saying farewell or even uttering her name, I turned off the lights, walked out the door and locked it behind me.

  That was the last time I ever visited her apartment.

  Her name had faded out of memory.

  Never looking back, I descended down the apartment stairs and walked out into the parking lot. There were half a dozen cars parked in the neighborhood, most of them nearly broken down and unused by the families that owned them. It took me no time at all to spot my bright red sports car.

  I checked my watch one more time. There was still time to kill. I then started the car and drove off.

  1

  Natasha

  “Do you have a toothbrush packed?” my mom called from the downstairs kitchen.

  I rolled my eyes and shouted back, hoping my voice would be heard through the nearly-shut doorway, “I do, mom! I
told you like a thousand times already!”

  “I was just checking,” she nonchalantly called back and I heard some kitchen utensils clanging; she must have gone back to baking.

  To be honest, it was a little nice to see my mom being so cheerful. With each item and clothing that I packed into my little luggage I knew I was making it hard for her. I was her little girl and here I was, just turned twenty-one and already leaving for the big city.

  Perhaps it would be best if I headed back downstairs and spent some time with her. Who knew when I’d be home? It could be months or years before I ever get to visit. I quickly stopped packing and headed down.

  My mom was indeed in the middle of baking but I had no clue on what she was trying to conjure up. The kitchen was a mess and her apron was covered in powdered sugar and flour.

  Still, she was adorable-looking. Even at thirty-eight my mom was still a hottie; slim, sexy and had long blonde hair. People say we look the same, down to the blue glint in our eyes and the curves of our bodies that made men drool whenever we passed by. I recalled a time when we both walked into a bar and a guy asked if she was my sister. It was hilarious and sweet at the same time.

  “What are you makin’ mom?” I asked her as I slid on one of the high stools.

  She turned around and saw what I was wearing, “Do you really plan on going to the city wearing a shirt big enough to be a dress?”

  Well, I did have a big football jersey on and a pair of baggy cargo jeans. I looked at her and asked, “What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?”