Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1) (11 page)

I shivered, trying to focus on him but only seeing his glossy hair. “But it hasn't even been that long.”

The massive weight of him paused. I strained, arching up to get more of his mouth. He moved enough to watch me, and in the curling smoke of his eyes, I saw something so familiar it made me freeze. Why did I feel like I recognized that look?

“It has,” he said flatly.

There was an almost tangible memory out of my reach, and I thought, if I focused, I could pull it from my skull. All I needed was a clear mind.

Silver had no intentions of giving me that.

The bed shifted as he suddenly leaned away. Propping on my elbows, I reached for him, eager to get his heat back. The slip of a smile he wore grew larger. “One second.” He reached for the bedside table, tugging open a small drawer in the lacquered black wood.

Craning my neck, I tried to see what he was getting.
Maybe it's a condom.
A flash of trepidation wormed into my guts. I wanted this, I knew I did, but every step that brought it closer was terrifying.

Then I saw the red silk straps.

“Lean back,” he said, motioning.

Licking my lower lip, I stayed where I was. “What are those for?”

Silver showed me the most cutting smirk. “To bind you, Pet. I want to make you feel amazing, but on my terms.”

A hard pressure made me crunch together. My knees touched my shoulders, my skin vulnerable with the dress shredded. He was into bondage, so what? It wasn't that surprising, so why the hell was my brain screaming at me not to let him do this?

I don't like being confined.

Trapped.

He knelt beside me, and through the raging eagerness in his stare, I sensed his patience. “I won't hurt you,” he promised.

And it
was
a promise.

There's a chance I was insane to let him do this to me. And there was a good chance I was going to look back on this and wonder what the hell had gotten into me.

But when I raked my eyes over his face, considered the set of his jaw... the way he held himself at bay... I couldn't fight my curiosity. He'd told me he wanted to test how deep my own wickedness went.

Wouldn't backing out now waste that chance?

Lifting my wrists, I crossed them together. “Like this?”

Silver's groan was primal. “Just the sight of you doing that is making my cock throb.”

A tiny whimper slipped through my lips. Grabbing my hands, he pulled them over my head. The position stretched me out, my chest rolling high, my nipples burning with desire against my dress. He was fast, efficient; in seconds, he'd bound my wrists together on the metal bed-frame.

Sitting back, he lingered on watching me. The fire in his amber eyes brushed every part of my body. Where he looked, I felt his touch. The air vibrated, alive with our expectations.

Both of us were waiting.

Hooking his fingers into his jacket and tie, he fished them over his head. My heart began to race as he flicked his buttons, peeling his dress-shirt open to expose his torso. His muscles were as defined as steps in a mountain, the edges shadowed and leading me down.

I could see the outline of his cock, seconds before he made it even easier through his tight briefs. There was a damp spot, and my clit swelled as I understood.
Precome.
He was as excited as I was.

Silver slid his palms upwards, draping across my body to grip my wrists. He squeezed, breathing in while I moaned. The wetness of his seeking mouth conquered mine. Slipping around firmly, his tongue pressed down, trapping mine as surely as he'd trapped the rest of me.

The unbreakable shield of his chest ground along my front. In a single swipe, he yanked the dress down, popping my bra free. My panties were ripped to my knees. There was nothing between us but skin and unspoken words.

I was on the verge of calling his name, and he... I'm not sure. I only sensed there was something on the tip of his tongue.

Instead of speaking, he kissed me again.

Fingertips smoothed over my pussy lips, up and down. Spreading me, he dipped into the wetness he'd created. “You're dripping,” he whispered.

Burying himself in me up to the knuckle, he pushed against my warm walls. “Ah!” I gasped, my knees scraping together. He was testing how sensitive I was, the roof of my pussy already tingling with rawness.

I was hyper aware of his every motion, my heart leaping—my thighs shaking. Lowering himself, he rolled his tongue over my exposed clit. I jumped; he did it again, licking quicker.

The straps curled against my wrists. “That's too much,” I whimpered.

Silver glanced up at me, his face hidden by my pussy, but I
felt
his expression.

That smirk cut over my flesh, then it buried on my twitching clit all over again. Straining against my bonds, I worked to hold back a desperate moan. When he bent his fingers inside of me, adding a third, I lost the battle.

“Fuck,” I sobbed, arching like a bridge in the wind. “Silver—please!”

All at once he stopped everything. It was so abrupt that I thought something must be wrong. Looking down my sweating body, I stared into his burning eyes. “Beg me,” he said, breathing heavily. He looked delirious. “Tell me you need me to let you come.”

If I wasn't already flushing, I would have started. “Beg you?”

Gripping my ankles, he threw my legs over his shoulders. My pussy was trapped inches from his smile. “Beg me,” he commanded, “Or I'll take you to the edge of orgasm and never let you over.”

As turned on as I was, this demand made me squirm awkwardly. “I don't think I can.”

“You can.” His thumbs peeled my lower lips wide. “You will,” he said, the syllables tickling my skin. “Maybe you just need some motivation.”

His tongue lapped at me, a starving man sitting before a feast. The tip would firmly circle my clit, making me gyrate helplessly. Each time I shook, tensing on the brink of coming, he'd retreat and kiss my inner thighs, or my knee, or any place else.

Sweat ran down into my eyes. It collected across my breasts, dripping into my bellybutton. The tension in my muscles was starting to hurt, everything as stiff as steel beams. In a short time—had it been short?—he'd made my body feel like I'd been struggling through a marathon.

But still, he kept the finish line out of reach.

Boiling, I grit my teeth and tossed my head. “Stop teasing me, please!” I shouted.

“Fuck, say please again. That's what I want to hear.”

Silver wrapped his lips around my cunt, suckling gingerly. My orgasm danced on the fringe of my vision, it corrupted my damn mind with desperation. I could buck and strain all I wanted, but he'd just inch away, my swollen pussy robbed of contact.

I shattered. “Please!” I sobbed, nearly incoherent. “Let me come, let me finish, fucking let me just come! Silver, please!
Please!”

Instead of release, he stopped touching me entirely.

Gasping, I stared at him in disbelief. He was kneeling over me, a foil packet shredding in his fingers. In spite of his calm movements, I could feel the lust coming off of him in waves. It made the air heavy, pressing me further into the soaked blankets.

Silver slid the condom down his shaft with practiced ease. He flipped me on my belly, the straps binding my skin tighter. “I'm going to fuck you now.” His palm ran down my vertebrae, capturing one of my ass cheeks and digging in. “I'm going to bury my cock into you inch by fucking inch. Then I'm going to do it again. And again. And again. Until you forget your name, thinking of yourself entirely as mine, and no one else's.”

I was holding my breath. What was I supposed to say?

He pressed the head of his cock against my pussy. If he wanted a response from me, he didn't wait to hear it.

The first thrust stretched me dangerously. The tip of his length filled me, dragging along my flexing inner walls. Pushing my face into the pillow, I gripped at the bed-frame. I couldn't manage much with my wrists tied, my fingers were barely hooking on. I needed every fragment of control I could find.

“Ah!” I gasped, a thrill running through me when I felt him slide fully into place. My ears were ringing, a blackness creeping around my vision. Was I losing focus from pleasure, or because I kept forgetting to take in a full breath?

Then he leaned forward, holding my hips to move me how he wanted. Withdrawing with the patience of a saint, he lingered with just the head of his cock inside of me.

The next thrust shook the whole fucking bed.

I'd thought recently about how long it had been since I'd last had sex. It was a frail memory, at best. With each stroke, Silver was dissolving the experience of every other man. He was imprinting himself on me, and if I'd doubted it was possible, I knew better now.

Reaching between us, he leaned forward and kissed the nape of my neck. Strong fingers found my clit, strumming it without slowing down his pace. “Talk to me,” he instructed. “Tell me how this feels.”

“Amazing!” I breathed, clutching to the sound of my own voice. “Good, so damn good. Please, let me come, I need to fucking come so bad!”

His teeth brushed my earlobe. “I know.”

He was acting so calm, but with every motion of his cock inside of me, I sensed his composure fraying. It started slow, a loose thread that was swaying in the wind. But then those threads caught on something—it was sharp, and surprising, and I dared to hope it was
me.

I wanted to be the event that shook Silver to his core.

My brief, proud hope became a real possibility when his breath turned ragged in my ears. He was a steam engine, pounding down my tracks and not showing a hint of slowing down.

Under his perfect touch, my clit throbbed. The pressure built back to where it had been when he was eating me out. He whispered, “I can feel how hot you are. Your pussy is burning up, fuck, you feel fantastic.”

Swooning, I closed my eyes and bit into the pillow. His cock swelled, stunning me as it battled between pleasure and pain. But was this pain? It was too muddled, I didn't even care that he was clutching my hip so hard there would definitely be bruises.

I was hovering on the edge of coming. It was right there, right fucking there.

What was missing?

“Come for me,” he growled in my ear.

Groaning so fiercely that it turned into a scream, my body became one big knot. My pussy milked him, tingles rolling from my lower belly to my brain. I'd never had an orgasm that went so
deep.

Panting, I hung on just enough to rock my hips back onto him. He didn't expect that; shocking him was almost as good as coming.

His lips touched the edge of the emerald earring. The reminder of how we'd gotten here—the mysterious letters, the little games—sent me over the edge again.

“Fuck,” I managed, though it hardly sounded like a word. I was buzzing with delight, still riding the crest of orgasm when he started to shake.

“I'm so close,” he whispered. “Fuck, so damn close. Do you want me to come inside of you, Pet?” His shaft flexed, drilling harder, rubbing the roof of my pussy.

I'd lost the power of language, but my plaintive whimper was enough for him. He pulled his other hand away from my clit, gripping my waist as he slammed into me with new energy.

I felt his orgasm through his fingertips first. They vibrated, his muscles hardening more than his cock was. Buried in me to his root, his cock jerked. Through the condom, I felt the quake of his powerful climax. I worried he'd break the condom; how could he not?

Shuddering, he stroked slower—finally just holding me steady. Though he was done, the air in the room hadn't changed. This moment felt more important than it should have. Wasn't this just sex?

Then why did it seem like so much more?

Silver brushed his hand through my hair. “That was amazing. I don't want to untie you,” he said without a hint of irony.

It should have been scary, except it wasn't. I blamed it on how dazed I was, my body and mind languishing from pleasure.

My wrists were jostled; he was freeing me. Flipping over, I looked up at him and smiled. He was naked, and it was glorious. I watched as he rolled the condom up, walking across to the bathroom to dispose of it.

“I've never done anything like that. I mean, especially not with a stranger,” I laughed self-consciously.

Silver stood in the doorway, a figure so beautiful and dark. He seemed cut from another time, more comfortable in the pages of an old novel than in front of my eyes.

He stepped forward, and I fidgeted at his approach. The blankets caved under him, his arm weaving around my middle, forcing my spine against his chest. His heart was reverberating; he was laughing, but not nervously like I had been.

“Stranger,” he said, letting the word roll over his tongue like he was chewing a piece of candy. “Do I really feel like a stranger?”

I twisted, searching his eyes. “I don't know. You're sort of like... a concept I've heard of, but never experienced myself.” Smiling shyly, I traced his shoulder. Touching him like this was a gift I didn't want to lose. “Familiar, but entirely unknown. Does that sound weird?”

“It's not weird, no.”

Under my nails, his rich tattoos were shiny with sweat. “It's different for you though, isn't it?” I flicked my eyes up. “You treat me—my body... like you know it already.”

Silver held my eyes, steady and amused. “I did say I knew you better than you realized.”

My laugh was too loud, too nervous. “I don't know why you keep saying that.”

He ran a finger down my bare shoulder, lifting goosebumps. “Because it's true. Your tastes, your preferences, the dips and curves of your perfect body.” He constricted around me like living rope. “You finally belong to me, Pet. I'm never letting you go.”

Alexis

I
scrambled, my mind on autopilot. He was telling me that he
knew
me. That I belonged to him?

Silver really
had
been stalking me.

That was it. How else could he know things like my shoe size... where I lived... where I worked? And why had I given that all a pass until now? Why had I let myself be so damn naive?