Billionaire On Fire: The Complete Series (A Bad Boy Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Claire Adams

  To think that I had my entire balcony decorated for her. I didn’t even think people did such things outside of movies. Here I was, holding a naked twenty-year-old girl in the shower, after showing her what I presumed to be one of the best nights of her life.

  After all that I had been through in my life, I could not quite believe how I had become so drawn to this woman. After Gina and all the things she represented, I was convinced that I had sworn off women forever. How could I not? My mother had done to my father what Gina had done to me; there was no room for me to ever consider a woman possessing any real character. I simply had never met one that wasn’t always after something else, money usually.

  Oddly enough, even though I had been paying a lot of money to keep Aria around, she never struck me as somebody who would want me for my money. To think of it, I had offered to pay the hospital bills without any financial returns on her part, but she had pretty much rejected the contract without a clause that stated she would pay me back after college. How many women – people in general at that – would do that? She knew I didn’t need to be paid back, but somehow the idea that she would be taking my money for free made her so uncomfortable that it was very charming.

  The closest she had come to “using” me in some sense was for my intellect and what a revitalizing change that was! She wanted to learn from me, so that she could use that knowledge to expand her own intellect and advance her own career. She hadn’t even given me a straight answer when I offered her a real job at the bank, which had really surprised me. How many college students would give an arm and a leg in order to have a guaranteed job at the end of their college careers? Yet Aria had hesitated, perhaps because she felt that she needed to do it on her own. Little did she know that she had, in fact, done exactly that.

  She had impressed me greatly with her spark and intelligence – much like she would have to in order to impress any other employer for any other kind of a job – which is why I had wanted her so badly on my team.

  That and she was always a pleasure to look at, but really many, many women were and I didn’t go around offering jobs unless I was attracted to their minds. Which in Aria’s case, I undoubtedly was. After all, I had made myself a promise a long time ago that I would never do many of the things I had ended up doing since Aria came into my life. The disaster that was my marriage had convinced me that I was not made for monogamy and women really only served one purpose. Never again was I supposed to see a woman after sleeping with her, let alone repeat the act. Yet with Aria, somehow, I had wanted more and more every time and been completely unable to stop myself over and over again.

  No matter what she did, she blew my mind and made it impossible for me to give her whatever she needed in order to be in my presence.

  I was also not supposed to date again – not in the sense of exclusivity. After Gina, the whole idea of taking someone out on dinners and pleasing them into bed while seeing nobody else had seemed so ludicrous, yet when it came to Aria I had been completely fine with having an entire clause regarding exclusivity. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had been exclusive even for a day – yet Aria had compelled me to do so for over three months.

  I couldn’t quite believe the effect she had on me sometimes, yet I understood where it all came from. She was intelligent far beyond her years – and far beyond most women I had met, much older and more successful – and that didn’t simply stick to her textbooks and papers. She exuded charm and wit regularly, in everyday conversations, in her sarcastic retorts to me, in almost everything she said and did.

  And then there was the way she defied me. Hell, that frustrated me endlessly, so much so that sometimes I just wanted to rip my hair apart and shred the fucking contract. At the same time, it was completely enthralling. Nobody stood up to me like Aria was capable of doing. Since the very first day when I proposed the contract, she had refused to take shit from me and convinced me that the best way to do it was her way, adding in her own clauses, bargaining with me. Then when I had tried to control who she spoke to, alluding to the contract, she had straight up told me off and threatened to quit even though deep down I knew that she wouldn’t actually be able to pull it off because she really needed the money for her mother’s bill. The fact that she temporarily believed that she could and demonstrated stubborn attitude was just as endearing as it was maddening.

  The fact that she could exasperate me so very much and yet I was completely mesmerized her meant that I had done one more thing I had promised myself I would never do again; I had fallen in love with Aria Roberts. As soon as the thought hit my mind, I began feeling a jolt of raw excitement, combined with joy in every vein in my body. I grabbed Aria, who was getting ready to go out of the shower and into my bedroom, and shoved her back into the tub and looked deep into her eyes.

  “Zayden,” she said nervously.

  “No. Don’t say anything,” I said, not wanting to ruin this moment with words. Instead, I bent down towards her and kissed her gently across the mouth: more gently than I had thought I was capable of. Then I slowly parted her mouth, trying to ignore my urges to devour her, so that this moment somehow demonstrated the love I was feeling erupting inside me, without actually saying a word. Very lightly I put my tongue inside her mouth and felt her nipple begin to harden beneath my palm. Rubbing them gently, I began to explore her mouth softly, then sucked on her lower lip.

  I broke off and pulled her up. “Bedroom,” was the only word I said. She nodded, her eyes glinting with the very desire I felt in my veins. As soon as we got there, I threw her into my huge bed. I leaned down to kiss her breasts from the side of the bed, which had a surprisingly strong effect on her, as she looked at me with her hand slightly shivering.

  “Touch yourself,” I groaned into her right breast, then took almost all of it into my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I could.

  “What?” She sounded confused and disoriented and very much pleasured.

  I took my mouth off from her tightening nipples, looked her in the eye and repeated, “I said touch yourself, Aria. Touch your pussy and moan for me. I want to see you make yourself come while I devour your perfect little breasts.”

  “I’ve – I’ve never,” she said nervously. “I have never really done that.”

  That genuinely took me by surprise. I had yet to meet a woman who hadn’t at a very young age discovered how to make herself feel sexual pleasures. Girls often just offered to put on a show for me that involved a strip tease followed by self-induced orgasm. I had just assumed every single girl did that. Of course Aria was different. In a flash of inspiration, I grabbed her hair tightly and spanked her lightly on the ass.

  Looking sternly into her eyes, I said in a very low voice, “Are you going to defy me in bed too or are you going to make yourself come? Now?”

  As I had hoped, Aria was significantly more open to the idea of being controlled in bed than she had been in other aspects of her life, for I could see her pussy getting wetter upon hearing these words. Without any further protests, she began rubbing herself at her clit and her eyes looked like she was confused yet delighted.

  “Now shove a finger inside and fuck yourself.” She did as she was told as I continued my tongue-work on her other breast, licking and sucking, as she finger-fucked herself faster and faster. “Stop,” I said, just as she was about to come. “Suck your fingers and continue with your other hand.”

  She slowly put the middle finger of her right hand inside her mouth and began sucking just like it was a piece of a very tasty lollipop, while her left hand now replaced it on her clit, flicking and rubbing faster and faster. “Are you about to come?” I asked, knowing the answer before she nodded.

  Instead of letting her finish herself off, I jumped at the moment and threw my face into her pussy. I ran my hungry tongue all over the wet lips and sucked her clit until her whole body was shivering violently. She tried to remove my head, but I held both of her hands tightly over my head so that all she could do was wither and
let my tongue ride her through her orgasm.

  As soon as she was a little capable of movement, she tried to get me up again, but I did not take my mouth of her sweet pussy even for a second. Instead, I shoved my tongue deep inside her and then began licking the inside as it continued to drip from within. Aria’s body was building up again and suddenly all of her protests were gone, instead she was holding my head firmly and rocking my face closer and closer to her until she erupted into another shaking orgasm. It was only after the third time of this that I took my head off her pussy, looked at her and grinned.

  “So, have you ever came three times in less than ten minutes before?”

  She shook her head while her face looked completely blank, as though it was simply incapable of dealing with anything else. It was a good few minutes before she spoke again.

  “Honestly, I didn’t even know that was possible. I had heard stories, but I didn’t think—”

  “What?” I asked just to stroke my own ego, even though I knew perfectly well what the answer was for.

  “Multiple orgasms in such a short time.”

  I shrugged, even though I was feeling good about myself inside. “There are still many, many things your body is capable of that you didn’t know. I am here to show you Aria.”

  I had been throbbing hard since we were in the bathroom but I had wanted to show her a good time before letting myself get carried away. But it was getting out of hand and I felt like if I didn’t put myself inside her any minute, I would collapse from the need to fuck her. Unable to hold myself together any longer, I flung her off the bed and turned her around. Half her body from the torso above was in the bed, but her legs were hanging off it, her ass protruding out.

  At first I slid myself inside her pussy from behind, but after a few thrusts, I lost control of myself and entered her ass. It was so tight, I almost came from the force with which it wrapped around me. To my utter surprise, Aria let out a small moan that did not sound like it was exactly from pain. Encouraged by her reaction and eager to make the process as pleasurable for her as possible, I reached her pussy with my left hand and began gently stroking her clit. Continuing the strokes, I lunged forward back into her tight ass. The feeling was so incredible that I completely forgot where I was or what I was doing. All I could think of was just how tight and incredible her ass felt. My hands moved faster and faster against her while I fucked her ass with no remaining constraint, until both of us exploded around the same time. I collapsed on her back.

  Chapter 2

  Aria

  As we lay awake in bed, I watched Zayden who seemed to have still not recovered from what had transpired between us. I was a bit in shock. Tonight had been more than I had expected in every way possible. Zayden had not only made the hospital payment, but also gone out of his way to charm me, which made me feel incredible.

  I hoped that he would the last person I have sex with, but I had to be cautious in hoping things of that nature. After all, he had just called me his girlfriend, not offered me a wedding ring. Chances were that he still intended to say goodbye to me after the contract. But then he wouldn’t have used that word.

  His reaction when I called him my boyfriend had also taken me by surprise. His eyes flickered with the most intense gaze I had ever seen them bestow upon me. The way he had kissed me after had also been very different, much less sexual, much more gentle and romantic. He had obviously enjoyed hearing me call him that, which meant that I could keep some hope that we would be together for far beyond the contract without feeling like a complete moron.

  When Zayden finally opened his eyes, waking up from the oblivion caused by his orgasm, he turned me around to the edge of his bed gently without saying a word. He closed himself onto me, wrapping his right hand over me. As we lay spooning, I started wondering what the night had in store for us next.

  “Aria,” he spoke eventually, still holding me. “Are you okay with what happened today?”

  “It’s a little too late to ask that question, don’t you think?” I giggled and it was a giggle made of jest. He jerked upright, looking completely wounded by what I had just said.

  “I – I am sorry,” he said looking nervous.

  I had never quite seen him like this before, in such a compromising position. He looked as though he hadn’t been more remorseful about anything in his life and needed desperately to give me a reasonable explanation for what had happened.

  “I lost control. You don’t know how good you feel. You don’t know the things that happen to my mind and body when I am inside you. It’s like, it’s like the whole world ceases to exist and my mind just becomes completely incapable for any real thoughts or feelings. All it can see, think, or feel is you. All rationality and logic goes out the window. And, and, I know that’s not really a very good explanation. There is no good explanation. I just wasn’t—”

  “Zayden,” I cut him off, trying to make a visibly amused expression on my face. “I was joking. I don’t mind what happened at all, relax. I don’t know if you noticed but I came pretty hard too.”

  “I did, which is why I thought it was okay, but—”

  “No but. You thought right. It felt good.” As relief seemed to run through his whole face, I added, “Really good. Really, really good.”

  “So you would do it again?” He grinned and I was glad to notice that all tension had vanished from his face.

  “Maybe.” I smiled mischievously. “Maybe if you help me out first.”

  He raised his eyebrows and made a quizzical expression as if to say “Aren’t I already helping you enough?”

  “What? Don’t make that face! It’s just, I have this paper due tomorrow. And as you can imagine, between the stress with my mother’s bills and the contract and…well, us…I have hardly been able to concentrate on schoolwork. I have to do it tonight no matter what. And your help would be appreciated.”

  “Hmm,” he said, smiling from the corner of his mouth. “If you aren’t careful you are going to make me think you’re using me for my brains.”

  “Well, of course I am,” I said matter-of-factly. “I would be an idiot not to, wouldn’t I? But if it took you this long to figure that out, your brain is obviously not all that I thought it to be.”

  He looked affronted for a split-second before catching my eyes, which must have been twinkling with the mirth that I felt because we both burst out laughing.

  “This, right here, Aria. This is why I am so smitten. You are fucking extraordinary.”

  Smitten? He was gripped by me? That sounded oddly like saying he was, I don’t know, in love with me, didn’t it? Why didn’t he just say that? I did not let it show on my face. Nor did I let it show even a hint of the profound joy that I was currently feeling. Instead, I nodded simply, bidding for time so that when I spoke I would say something sensible and wise, instead of squeaking.

  “You got awfully quiet, did I offend you?” He asked, looking concerned.

  “No, not at all,” I jumped to say immediately. “I was just thinking of how to thank you for your complement.”

  “Have you figured out a way, then?” he asked smiling.

  “Oh I can think of many, but we have both exhausted ourselves enough so that will obviously have to wait. But don’t worry; you will be handsomely rewarded for your flattery.”

  “It’s not idle flattery. I really mean those things.” After looking like he was deeply considering whether to speak these next set of words, he added, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t. You frustrate me so much, you haven’t the slightest idea. Nobody in my living memory has made me feel the roller coaster of emotions you put me through and I hate it, but I can’t help be drawn to you.” He gently ran his fingers through the small of my back. “I don’t think you know this, but you are a really special girl.”

  I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn’t see me. “Sure.” I chuckled. “I am so special, I go to college and work on an hourly wage and have regular people friends. Yep, I am so special.”

>   “That’s one of the things that makes you so special. You think of yourself as ordinary, even though you are the most exquisite girl – woman – that I have ever met.”

  I snorted involuntarily and tried to turn it into a cough. “If I am so very exquisite, then, why don’t you help me with my homework?” I said that mostly to change the topic, as his increased description of my merits were starting to make me feel uncomfortable, especially since I had no clue what the appropriate response was.

  “What do I get in return?” he teased.

  “An opportunity to spend time with me, of course.” I giggled. “I mean that is obviously worth a lot to you. Word on the street is that you are paying tens of thousands of dollars just for that.”

  He grunted and said, “Don’t bring that up right now.”

  “Sorry.” I shrugged. “Only joking. And you don’t really have to help—”

  “No, I want to help with your paper,” he cut me off. “But I do have one condition.”

  I turned around to look at him so that we were no longer spooning and surveyed his face feeling slightly nervous. What could he possibly want now?

  “What is it?” I asked carefully.

  “I would like to meet your mother.”

  Immediately, I burst out laughing. “You are really funny, Zayden. But seriously, what can I do for you?”

  “Why is that funny?” He raised both his eyebrows. “I am serious. I would to meet your mom.”

  “That is the worst idea you have ever had,” I said with a smile. “Right after the first worst idea of making me this contract.” As his face began to look dismal, I hastily added, “I am joking around. Seriously though, it’s not a very good idea. Maybe we should wait a little bit longer before—”

  “Don’t you think I have the right to get to know the person for whose medical bills I am investing so much money?” He looked annoyed now. He was right, after all. He did deserve to know whom he was making these payments for. If I argued with him, I wouldn’t get the help I needed with my paper and we’d just spend time arguing back and forth. Plus I could always tell my mom that Zayden was simply someone I worked with, rather than letting her find out that I was sleeping with my boss.