Billionaire's Princess: A Standalone Novel (A Royal Alpha Billionaire Romance Love Story) (Billionaires Book 2)

by Claire Adams

  He pulled back slightly and looked at my face. With his lips close to mine he said, “I’m obsessed with you, Emma. From the second I saw you I haven’t been able to go a minute…sometimes a second, without thinking about you. I imagine what you’ll feel like, how you’ll taste. I know you were angry with me and maybe I overstepped, but it’s only because I already care so much…maybe too damned much.”

  “I want you, Nicholas.”

  I heard him suck in a shaky breath and for a second, I experienced that feeling of power and control that men like Nicholas become addicted to. He wanted me and he would do anything for me.

  If I told him what I was going through, he would fix it, and then I’d be indebted to him. Wasn’t that exactly what I was trying to escape? My mind was swirling. My thoughts chaotic.

  When he bent down and picked me up, it suddenly quieted my mind, and as he carried me toward my bedroom, it was like we were in a vacuum – the only two people in the world, and what we were about to do was the only thing that mattered.

  He lay me down on my bed and sucked in another breath. He reached down and started pulling my dress up. I sat up enough for him to pull it off over my head and toss it aside. I saw him shudder as he looked down at me and those sexy, blue eyes took in every inch of me.

  He abruptly dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and brought his hands up to caress my legs. The heat from his palms threatened to set my body on fire as he worked his way up over my calves, and then my knees and thighs.

  He followed his hands with the rest of his body until he was straddling my hips. The fabric of his pants brushing against my skin made me shiver. His fingers worked their way underneath the edge of the thong I was still wearing and a searing bolt of electricity surged from where he was touching me through every fiber of my body.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered while he flexed his hips into me. His erection pressed into me hard and he ground into me.

  There was a fire burning in my belly as he brought his lips down to kiss along the side of my face and down my neck. I tipped my head to the side to give him better access, letting out another moan as he kissed and licked.

  I felt his hand reach underneath me as he kissed his way across my collarbone, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He cupped one of my cheeks in his hand and squeezed. His hands felt so good on me that I whimpered. I’d never been touched like this. I’d never been touched much at all.

  My mother was never really the motherly type. Air-kisses when someone was watching was the most I got. I assumed when I was tiny that the nannies cuddled me, but once I was old enough to remember, the hugs my father occasionally indulged me with were the only real physical contact that I’d ever experienced.

  Nicholas somehow seemed to sense that I needed to be touched. He startled me by rolling me over onto my belly. I felt his hands on my shoulders, and with just enough pressure to cause me to melt into the comforter underneath me, he began to massage my skin with slow, powerful strokes.

  He worked his way down my back, sliding his body against mine as he went. I was so wet that I was almost embarrassed. What if I wasn’t supposed to be so wet? I had no idea. I forgot that thought and any doubts I had left the second I felt his hot lips slide across the edge of the top of my thong.

  When his tongue ran the length of it, I instinctually lifted my hips as he pressed his face in between my legs. I felt like my head would explode when he brought one of his hands up and moved the wet satin to the side and suddenly his tongue was running the length of my bare lips. My body was convulsing, and I was making whimpering noises that were almost embarrassing.

  I tried to roll over so that I could look at him, but he pressed his weight into my back so that I couldn’t move, rocking his hips and that erection into me once again. I lifted my hips as much as I could move and pressed into him. I felt his body shake and he said,

  “Mm…she’s eager.” I felt his mouth against my neck again as he softly nipped at it before finally rolling me over to face him. “Emma?”

  “Yes?”

  “Are you on something…to keep you from getting pregnant?” There was that brief second where I almost said yes, but I couldn’t do it. Besides, I was still leaving tomorrow; how would I take care of a baby?

  I shook my head. “I’m a virgin, remember? I never thought I needed it.”

  He smiled. “I remember. I was just hoping.”

  He pushed up off me and I panicked for a second. I thought he was leaving. Instead, I was treated to the sight of him stripping off his shirt. Jesus, his chest and arms were beautiful. It was like he’d been chiseled out of granite into the shape of the most perfect man.

  On the right side of his chest was a colorful tattoo. It was some kind of oval symbol made up of eight things that looked like variation of Neptune’s trident. He also had more symbols on the top of his left shoulder that looked like they ran down his back.

  I was so mesmerized by his chest and arms that I missed him stripping off his pants. When I finally looked, he was completely nude and the rest of him was just as perfect. I couldn’t help wondering, though, how on earth his huge erection would ever fit inside of me.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  NICHOLAS

  I’d never been with a virgin. You would think it might be one of the things on a man’s list when he suddenly finds himself a billionaire. But the truth is that I’d never thought of myself as someone who should be teaching a woman about sex. Women need someone soft and gentle their first time, but that just wasn’t me.

  So far, I’d held back, but it was taking everything inside of me to not just attack her and lick, bite and suck every inch of that gorgeous body. I leaned down to kiss her and an involuntary growl rose out of my throat. As we kissed, I reached down and peeled her sopping wet panties down over the thighs. I had to break the kiss to pull them the rest of the way off…Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

  I leaned back down and covered her mouth, sucking her tongue into my mouth. I wanted to consume her, and she was so damned responsive that I was going to have to keep reminding myself to go easy.

  When I scraped the side of her tongue with my teeth, she lifted her shoulders off the bed and pressed into me harder with a moan. I slid my hand underneath her neck and cradled all that soft, dark hair in my hands while I rocked into her, and then I reached down with the other hand and cupped that sweet, wet pussy. She let out a little cry as my fingers played along the wet lips and along the slit, lightly grazing her swollen clit and reveling in the sexy sounds she made.

  My cock felt like a hard piece of steel as I ground it into her and I got so excited that I wrapped my fingers up in her hair and tugged on it. Once again, she responded with a sexy sound that sent shivers through me. I pressed into her clit harder with my fingers and moved it in circular motions while she squirmed and writhed underneath me. I let one of my fingers slip into her, moving it in until I felt the resistance. She was lifting her hips up and down as my fingers moved in and out. I couldn’t wait to get inside of her.

  I had to break out of the kiss to suck in a breath and then I went for her neck. I kept up my ministrations of her slick, wet pussy while I sucked my way down, finally landing on her gorgeous breasts. I sucked one into my mouth and she cried out my name while I concentrated on driving her crazy with my lips and teeth and tongue…and my fingers. I licked and pulled at one and then switched sides and licked and pulled at the other. I continued my way down across her flat belly until I reached the top of her pelvis. I kissed across it, breathing in her scent and eager to really taste her.

  She was writhing and panting as I pressed my mouth down against her pussy and shot my tongue out in one, probing thrust. She tasted so sweet, and she pushed her hips up off the bed, silently begging for more. I moved my hands to her slender hips to hold her in place as I licked her from one end to the other and then sucked that hard, throbbing clit into my mouth. I slid my hands around and gripped her cheeks with both hands, holding her up off the mattress as I lapped a
t every sweet drop I could get.

  I could hear the rhythm of her panting change and her body begin to tense in my hands just before she cried out my name loudly and let the orgasm claim her. She put her hands in my hair and held my face up against her as she quivered and shook until it at last subsided and she collapsed back into the bed.

  I looked up at her face when she let go of her grip on my hair. Her eyes were half open and she was looking at me with her face glowing. I smiled at her and crawled up her sexy body. I wanted inside of her so badly, but I was still a little afraid of hurting her. “Are you sure about this, baby?”

  She nodded. I started to say something else about it hurting, but she reached up and covered my lips with her fingers. I got the hint – enough talking. I reached down and picked up the condom that I’d pulled out of my wallet and I put it on while she watched me with curious eyes.

  Once that was done, I used one of my legs to push hers open wider. “Just try and relax,” I told her as I pushed the tip of my cock inside of her. I felt her suck in a deep breath and I pushed in a little deeper. She groaned, but it sounded more like ecstasy than pain so I pushed in a little more.

  The feel of her tight walls hugging my throbbing cock was almost too much for me; she felt so damned good. My pulse was racing and I was about to push in a little further cautiously when I felt her bring her legs up and wrap them around my hips. She used the muscles in her legs to pull me into her deeper.

  I felt the resistance, but she kept pulling, so I pushed hard, and with a small cry of pain, Emma was no longer a virgin. I felt like one though.

  Her silky walls grasped onto me even tighter and all pretense of soft and gentle was gone. “You okay?” I whispered. She nodded and still didn’t release the pressure of her legs that she was using to keep me inside of her. Once she blew out the breath she was holding, I pulled back and started to ask her if she was okay again, just before she raised her hips up and pushed onto me so that I was buried all the way inside of her.

  I started moving in and out of her, rolling my hips into her each time. I kissed her again, growling into her mouth about how beautiful she was and how good she felt. She had her hands on my biceps now, digging into them with her fingernails.

  I felt like I couldn’t breathe as the tension in my balls began to grow. I could usually last for a long time, but Emma had me so far gone I just counted myself lucky that I hadn’t come in my pants. When the pressure became too much for me to hold back any longer, I exploded from the inside out. Sparks flew behind my eyes and I heard myself make a sound that reminded me of some kind of wild animal. That was how she made me feel – more in touch with my primal side than ever before.

  I kept rocking into her as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through me and suddenly I felt her tense up again as she dug her heels into the bed and cried out. I could feel the warmth rush over my softening cock as she had her second orgasm. I rocked against her hips until she relaxed and then I rested into her, keeping most of my weight on my arms so that I didn’t crush her. We were chest to chest and I wasn’t sure if the pounding I felt against my ribs came from my heart or hers.

  When my arms began to feel shaky, I fell off her to the side, kissed her face, and said, “I’ll be right back.” She only nodded, still gasping for breath. I went into the little bathroom attached to her bedroom and took off the condom.

  I was about to dispose of it when I saw the long tear in the side. Instead of freaking out like I know I would have in the past, a sense of calm continued to surround me. If I just made a baby with Emma, then so be it. Actually, in a strange way, the idea even appealed to me.

  I barely knew her and she obviously had a past that should terrify me. I should have been calling my lawyers and having them draft something up to protect my assets for when she showed up pregnant with my child and demanding millions.

  But somehow, I knew in my heart, my head, and yes, even in my soul, that Emma was not in this for the money. Some people…many actually, might call me a fool, but my gut had gotten me that far and I was going to trust it where Emma was concerned, no matter what anyone else might think.

  I tossed the condom, washed my hands, and went back into the bedroom. When I got back, she had her eyes closed and I thought she’d fallen asleep. I lay down next to her and pulled her into my arms and against my chest. I felt her smile into me.

  “That was incredible,” I whispered before kissing the top of her head. I briefly wondered if I should tell her about the condom. She had so much on her mind already. Did I really want to worry her over something that the odds were stacked against happening?

  She nodded again. “Yes it was,” she said with a sleepy, sexy smile. She looked so content. I wasn’t about to give her something else to worry about.

  I lifted my head and looked down at her. “Really? Are you okay?”

  She smiled at me. “I am so much better than okay. I wish we could do it again.”

  “Why can’t we?”

  “Oh no, I said that wrong. I meant…I just meant it was that amazing.” She closed her eyes again and snuggled into me. It had been a long week, and I was more relaxed than I had been in a very long time.

  Sleep claimed me as soon as I closed my eyes. I dreamt about making love to Emma again and woke up surrounded by her tantalizing scent. I smiled and rolled onto my back. My cock was hard as a rock.

  Emma was gone, but I could smell coffee in the air. I’d go find her and see if I could talk her into another go of it before she made me leave. I picked up her pillow first and covered my face with it, breathing in her delicious scent.

  I already knew that for the rest of my life, any time I smelled that fragrance or anything remotely like it, I would remember the look on her face last night when she came. I’d remember the sounds that she made and the way she pressed her luscious body into mine. I grinned like an idiot and tossed the pillow aside as I climbed out of bed.

  I pulled on my shorts and made my way out to the kitchen. The coffee was on and a clean mug sat next to the pot, but there was no sign of Emma. I poured a cup and then stepped back into the small living room. It all looked like her: artistic and warm.

  “Emma?” The place was so small that I didn’t speak loudly; I knew my deep voice would carry throughout. After a few minutes of no answer, I thought maybe she’d been in the bathroom and I just hadn’t heard the shower. I walked back through the bedroom and tapped on the partially open bathroom door. “Emma?” There were no sounds on the other side of the door. I pushed it open, no Emma.

  A chill began to crawl its way down my spine. I picked up my jeans off the floor and fished out my phone. There were no missed calls, no text messages. I pushed in Emma’s number and waited. When it started to ring, I heard it from down the hall at the same time.

  With a tight knot in my stomach, I followed the sound into the kitchen. I looked around on the small table and counters and when it rang again I realized it was coming from the trash can. I walked over and looked down. The face was lit up and it said, “Nicholas” and my number. What the hell? I suddenly felt like I was going to be sick. I disconnected the call and pressed in James’ number.

  “Good morning, boss.”

  “James, are you outside Emma’s studio?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Did you see her leave this morning?”

  “Yes, sir. Greg followed her.” My phone was suddenly beeping with another call. I saw it was Greg and didn’t even say anything else to James. I switched over and said, “Greg, where is Emma?”

  “She just got on a bus, sir.”

  “A bus to where?”

  “New Orleans, sir.”

  Fuck! “Follow it. I’m on my way, too. Don’t let her leave the bus station in Louisiana until I get there.”

  “Yes, sir.” I hung up the phone and hastily pulled on my clothes. What the fuck was she running from? Was it Miguel…or me?

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  EMMA

  TWO YEARS LATER
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  My heart was pounding erratically and my panicked breaths felt and sounded like thunder in my head. My legs were burning and my lungs were on fire…but I kept running.

  I prayed that I wouldn’t fall and that he would. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins at a breakneck speed. It was bursting through my skin and making my eyes wide with fear. A scream was locked in my throat. He meant to kill me. I refused to go back, and now he was going to kill me to keep anyone else from having me.

  I could hear the pounding of his footsteps behind me just before I felt his fingers tangle up in my hair. A tug in his direction caused my head to snap back and another scream start in my chest, this one finally making it out in the form of a frightened squeak.

  I tried not to fall, but he was too strong. He pulled until suddenly I felt the back of my head slam into something cold and hard and I was looking up at the stars…or maybe I only thought I saw them. Things were hazy and darkness was closing in around me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

  I closed my eyes for a second and they had to fight their way back open. When they did open, he was looming over me and I just knew that his face would be the last one that I’d ever see. I closed them again and thought back to how I’d gotten there.

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  The day I left Las Vegas, I had taken a bus and watched the desert disappear behind me. My heart was aching when I left Nicholas asleep in my bed. He had been worried I’d have regrets about giving him my virginity, but the only regret I had was leaving him behind.

  I had to go, though. I had to get Miguel away from him and away from Lynn. I got off the bus and waited to claim my baggage. Once I had my bag, I rolled it into the station. It was a big place and I had to get my bearings for a second before finding the exit. As I made my way toward it, I noticed a man in a suit with a shaved head and a pair of mirrored sunglasses sticking out of his pocket standing near the door and watching me.