HIS BOUND BRIDE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Sophia Gray

  She slid one hand down between them, rubbing her clit, the other hand caressing her nipple. Vance’s guttural moan as he watched her touch herself shot straight to her groin, and he knew they were both close to the limit. He thrust harder and faster until suddenly he heard Teresa cry with pleasure and felt a wave of heat in her groin.

  Vance followed her seconds later, collapsing onto her with a grunt and erratically jerking his hips. Both of them lay there for several long moments, easing out the aftershock with gentle touches and soft murmurs of affection. Eventually, he rolled off her, fumbling on the bedside table for a tissue box. Grabbing a couple of tissues, he offered her the box before starting to clean himself off.

  “How you could get any work done thinking about this is beyond my comprehension,” Vance joked, shaking his head.

  Teresa laughed in response. She cuddled into his chest and rested her hand across his stomach as he tucked his arm around her. As he traced lazy patterns on her back and her Grim Rebels tattoo, his heart pounded a familiar rhythm under her ear, and she began to drift off to sleep, utterly content in the afterglow. Vance looked at her, already half-asleep in his arms, and the words almost slipped through his lips.

  I love you.

  But he never said them aloud – not yet, not while he was still lying to her. She deserved to hear them when he became really worthy of her response.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Teresa

  The next few days passed like a breeze. Since the night Teresa had given Vance a key to her apartment, they had never slept apart, something that Teresa really enjoyed. Apart from that, they somehow had not managed to see each other very much. Their schedules were always too busy to hang out. It seemed that organizing a wedding in such a short period of time did not leave one with much free time to spend with the groom, as Teresa had learned the hard way.

  Thankfully, she had her group of friends to help her, but there were still a thousand and one things to do: she had to go to the restaurant to choose a menu, choose a hairdresser and a hairstyle, choose her makeup, choose a band to play at the reception, hand out invitations, and organize the seating arrangement for the guests at the restaurant, and the worst nightmare of them all: the wedding dress.

  Her friends made her skip work and the charity kitchen for a whole day to go dress shopping. Who knew there were so many bridal shops in the area. She must have tried on at least fifty different dresses, completely uninterested in every one of them, until she saw herself in the mirror with dress number fifty-two.

  Her friends, who had been happily chatting in the background, apparently incapable of getting tired, suddenly shut up, and silence fell over them. Teresa could not believe she was the girl looking back at her.

  “Wow…” Anna was the first one to break the silence. “You are stunning, Tess.” The nickname Vance gave her had rubbed off on her friends.

  Teresa smiled at her reflection, unable to speak.

  “I think you have found the one,” Jane gushed. She bit her lip, tears in her eyes, and Tess was surprised when she saw her other friends’ eyes gleaming. She looked again at her reflection in the mirror and had to agree with them.

  “This is it,” she whispered.

  The chosen dress was a mermaid dress in white silk but with a lacy floral pattern embroidered on the right side that ran from below the chest to the end of the train. It was a one-shouldered dress, and what she had loved the most about it was the strap of white-blue flowy material that ran down the shoulder strap. She tried it on with a crowned veil of flowers in different shades of blue, and the shoes were the darkest shade of blue there was.

  I look just like my engagement ring, she mused. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason why she felt so comfortable with that dress. When Teresa pictured Vance’s face when he watched her walk down the aisle, tears came to her eyes, and she wiped them off with a small laugh.

  “Well, nice job, girls,” she congratulated her friends, turning around so they could see her. “If it had not been for your persistence to force me to try God knows how many dresses, I would never have found this one. You are the best!”

  She felt like her wedding, her love, and her life were finally coming together, and she could not help but throw herself into her friends’ arms. They caught her in a warm embrace, all laughing and telling her that she was the most beautiful bride in the world.

  “Damn, girl, if Vance weren’t going to marry you, I would!” Eva exclaimed, kissing her on both cheeks. Teresa burst into laughter. She paid for the dress, the crowned veil, and the shoes, which Anna had promised she would pick up the day before the wedding, and went home.

  Vance was not there: he had been out a lot lately, but Teresa assumed it was normal. He had to pick up a lot of stuff from his old place, plus the things he had been moving from his new place to her house. He also needed to pick up a tuxedo and was taking care of other wedding arrangements, so it was normal that they would not see each other as often.

  She went to sleep missing him but excited at the same time. She would be married to him in three days, would finally be rid of her father, and would start a new life with a man who adored her and wanted to be with her.

  She heard the door opening and looked at the time: it was past midnight. Vance was fumbling about her apartment, and Teresa heard him drop his shoes at the entrance before entering the bedroom. She rolled over and turned on the light, startling him.

  “Jeez, Tess, you almost gave me a heart attack!” Vance said, one hand on his chest.

  Teresa chuckled, half asleep.

  “Sorry. Hurry up and come to bed.” She motioned for him to come over. Vance did not need to be told twice. He got undressed and crawled under the sheets, spooning her. She felt his naked skin against her body, and when she got closer to him, she also felt something else that made her smile. “Someone’s in a good mood,” she said, rubbing her butt against his growing crotch.

  Vance groaned. “It’s only logical when I come home and find you half-naked in our bed,” he whispered in her ear, and it sent shivers down her spine.

  “I am not half-naked; I’m in my pajamas,” Teresa clarified, but she also intensified her movements. Vance grabbed her hips and rubbed closer to him still, making her feel his pulsating shaft against her cheeks.

  “There’s no difference.”

  Teresa turned around, and her hands traveled to the waistband of his boxers. She slid them down, freeing his throbbing sex, and rounded it with both hands.

  “Then I apologize. I’ll take care of the matter personally,” she assured him with a giggle. Her hands started moving up and down slowly. Every time she reached the tip, her fingers would linger for a moment, drawing ragged gasps and moans from Vance’s lips. Just seeing him twist like that under her touch was enough to fuel her wettest dreams for a week.

  Teresa left a trail of kisses over his neck and Adam’s apple. Her hands took a firm grip on Vance’s shaft, and as her lips continued to travel south, her fingers never stopped moving, twisting and sending shivers of pleasure down Vance’s spine.

  Vance could now only see the crown of Teresa’s head, and she knew he liked where this was going: he could not repress his moans anymore. Teresa rose up a bit, kissing and tracing with her lips the black ink of the tattoo at his hip. Vance moaned as Teresa’s lips got closer to his crotch. Panting, Teresa leaned back a bit and took a few gulps of air.

  Vance gave her a hungry look and smiled at her – he clearly loved seeing Teresa like that, all sweaty with swollen lips and cheeks flushed red. He bent forward and tried to catch Teresa’s lips in a kiss. He failed, though, as Teresa placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back on the bed. She would not relinquish control so easily.

  “This one is on me,” she reminded him with a hint of a mock threat. Vance remained quiet with a smug smirk on his face that promised vengeance on Teresa. She was dying to have that as well.

  She granted him a quick kiss and then went back, straightening her stance bet
ween Vance’s spread legs. Vance seemed to struggle not to produce an obscene grunt when, finally, Teresa closed her lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue licked and twisted around the veined flesh, pulling heavy groans from Vance’s mouth.

  Teresa sucked him, bobbing her head up and down first at a slow pace and then slowly increasing it – and the faster she went, the more agitated Vance’s breathing became. Teresa worked the rest his cock with her hand, and the wetness and warmth of her mouth sent shivers through Vance’s body.

  His eyes, half-lidded, were fixed on Teresa’s head buried between his legs. She kissed the tip and his underside, moist and heated, dragging out heavy moans from Vance that were sending her over the edge.

  He shuddered, and Teresa used the right amount of teeth around his cock as she sucked him, making Vance heave desperately. He reached down and cupped Teresa’s neck, running his fingers over the base of her hair. He did not push her head to change the pace – it was perfect, as Vance’s constant groans indicated and Teresa understood it. He just rested it there, rubbing circles around her neck.

  Teresa’s skin bristled, and she smiled, satisfied. Then Teresa buried her tongue in the slit and Vance bit his lower lip. She felt his cock deep in her throat, her cheeks throbbing and tight around it. Inadvertently, he thrust his hips and Teresa sank deeper into his cock, muffling a low groan.

  She drew back to catch her breath and glanced upwards, her eyes watery and glistening under the city lights that enter through the window. Vance tightened his grip around Teresa’s neck and got up to steal a kiss from her swollen, moist lips. He wiped Teresa’s lips clean, and she could not help but exhale a hitched sigh. Once again, smiling, Teresa separated their mouths and, pressing a hand on Vance’s chest, made him lean back on the bed.

  “What did I tell you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “You’ll be able to thank me after…” It was a given, and she knew Vance would comply, exceeding her expectations.

  Teresa’s mouth was over his cock again – her lips and tongue playing and curling teasingly at the head, lapping and sucking in gently but hungrily. Her fingers wrapped around him, brushing her thumbs and fingertips on the base. When Vance shuddered again, and thick growls came from his throat, she was pretty sure he could not take it much longer.

  With a slight thrust and a soft pull from the back of her hair, Vance warned Teresa that it was time – but she decided to ignore him, wanting to feel every taste of it, and Vance let out another choked whimper as he flipped his head backward, arched his back, and came.

  Pressing his fingers around Teresa’s neck, Vance came inside of her heated mouth. Teresa did not waver and sucked slowly, swallowing as much as she could and giving lazy licks up and down with her tongue before drawing back for air. She had never tasted something so bitter and yet so sweet at the same time, and when she saw his face, she knew immediately that she would do it again.

  Teresa’s sight was blurred, and she was trembling with desire, but she caught a glimpse of a smug smile on Vance’s face. She still helped Vance through the last waves of his orgasm, wrapping her fingers around him again and stroking until Vance’s body lay still on the mattress with a string of muffled moans, his head hanging idly with a sheepish smile.

  Teresa felt filthy and messy, but most of all she felt horny. Vance squinted with half-closed eyes at Teresa. After a few seconds of taking in some fresh air, Vance stretched his arms and pulled her on top of him.

  He buried his nose where her shoulder and neck met and pulled her in closer, grabbing at the front of her shirt. Vance kissed her cheeks, then the corner of her mouth and Teresa ran her hands lazily over his naked body.

  “You know, after this,” Vance said, still panting, “I might start enjoying coming late at night.”

  “I hope it’s not too late and that you can still reciprocate…” she replied, insinuating clearly that she would not be able to sleep if he didn’t give her a “hand.”

  Vance understood the reference clearly, and in one swift movement he reversed the roles: he was on top, and his hands were hastily removing her pajamas. It took her less than thirty seconds to be completely naked under his touch, and her body shivered, nipples getting hard, as the night breeze rushed across her hot body.

  “I think I’ll get payback right now,” Vance teasingly threatened. As a response, Teresa moaned and opened her legs a bit, showing him the way.

  He started by kissing her mouth, then neck, then collarbone and then her shoulders. He was following a trail that led south, but he was taking his sweet time, and she was twisting under his touch, dying to feel more.

  Teresa moaned when Vance’s mouth caught one of her nipples and the other one was pinched and fondled by his hand. He sucked on her breast and played with the other, making Teresa moan even louder. She thought she could come just from that touch. Slowly, he started kissing her belly and went further down. He took a detour and kissed and licked her thighs, caressing her legs and the inside of her groins.

  When he finally arrived at his destination, she was already wet. Vance licked her, and Teresa moaned when she felt his tongue playing with her clit and making its way through her folds and her lips. All the sensations he was making her feel rushed through her body like waves of heat. His pace was painfully slow, and she moved her hips erratically to deepen the sensation, trying to increase the rhythm. His tongue went into her entrance and when he introduced one of his fingers, she had to bite her lips.

  His mouth never abandoned her entrance as he allowed some room for his hand. One of his fingers twisted inside of her, trying to find her G-spot, while his tongue caressed her clit, eating her up. Teresa cried when his finger hit the spot, and he moved even faster, holding his head in place.

  Her legs twitched at both sides of his head, and Teresa took her free hand and started caressing her own breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching them and twisting them so hard they were red. But it did not matter: all that mattered was Vance’s head between her legs, Vance’s mouth on her sex, Vance’s tongue licking her folds and playing with her clit, Vance’s finger inside of her, moving and twisting and making her cry out with ecstasy.

  Vance was all that mattered.

  “Vance, Vance, Vance, oh, God, Vance!” she screamed as the waves of her orgasm washed over her, making her tremble. Her legs gave the well-known spasm, and Vance kneeled there, bent over, drinking her juices. He removed his finger but caressed her clit gently as the orgasm faded, making her twist again at his gentle touch.

  She was dying to kiss him, but she could not move, and it seemed that Vance was not in a hurry. He got to the end of the bed and started kissing her feet affectionately. Then went up and kissed and stroked her heels, her calves, the inside of her knees and her knees themselves. He kissed her thighs and her entrance again, and the mound on top and Teresa sighed with pleasure as a new, yet smaller wave ran through her body.

  He spread small kisses up her body, affectionately kissing her breasts, then her shoulders, neck, and collarbone. She was aching for him to get to her mouth but did not rush him: she was really enjoying that post-coitus moment. When he reached her shoulders, he got down on one arm, kissing her elbow and her hands, and each finger.

  Finally, he looked at her and kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. Teresa closed her eyes, and he kissed her on her fluttering lids, and she did not open them until she felt his hot breath against her parted lip.

  Her heart raced when she felt his swollen lips, which still tasted like her, and his tongue asked for permission. He had a bittersweet aftertaste that mingled perfectly with the bitterness in her mouth. Vance loitered in that kiss, placing his whole body over hers, sharing mutual heat. When they parted, they were both breathing hard.

  They remained silent for a moment, and Vance was the first one to break it.

  “I’ll definitely start coming late at night more often,” he joked, and Teresa chuckled lightly. The moment had passed, but Teresa did not regret that it w
as over. She jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean up before putting her pajamas back on. Vance followed suit, and soon they were both cuddling in bed again.

  “How was your day?” Teresa asked, suddenly awake.

  Vance yawned before answering, “Great! I got more things from my old place and picked out a tuxedo.”

  “I chose my wedding dress, too.”

  Vance embraced her tightly. “I’m dying to see you in it… and without it,” he told her with a grin.

  She laughed and looked at the ceiling. “I think you’ll like it.”

  “I am sure I will. By the way, I have good news!”

  Teresa looked at him in curiosity. “I was sick of my old job, so I applied to a carpenter’s, and they want me.”

  Teresa was surprised. “I didn’t know you were looking for a new job? Or that you knew the slightest thing about carpentry.”