BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: The Unforgettable Billionaires: The Complete Collection Boxed Set 1-12 (Young Adult Rich Alpha Male Billionaire Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy Billionaire Romance) (99 page)

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he brothers were already seated when Damien finally entered the room. The murmuring he heard through the door immediately ceased. The Slavante Brotherhood was an old organization meant to protect humanity against the dangerous hybrids.

He’d been their leader for a number of decades, and he’d hated every single second of it. The guilt of his brother haunted him.

“Brothers,” he said as he nodded his head. “I apologize for calling you away from your lives, but an opportunity has arisen. Cresher is more vulnerable than ever before. He has no nest or demon to protect him, and he’s scrounging for old books. He’s looking for something to protect him, and now we must act.”

“What’s the plan?”

“I want him surrounded, but he belongs to me,” Damien growled.

“And if you have the chance, will you follow through? You don’t exactly have a great record.”

A flash of anger raced through him. “I understand your concern, but do not worry. Cresher is unfinished business, and I do not intend to have to deal with him for much longer. Cole? His whereabouts?”

“We’ve narrowed down the area, but it’s still a nine or ten block radius.”

Damien nodded. “That’s close enough. We’ll strike on the new moon. He will be at his weakest.”

“So will you.”

Damien narrowed his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I have enough rage to fuel me through just about anything.”

“And the woman that you’re keeping? What role will she play? Is she working with Cresher?”

Damien felt a jolt inside him. “I’m still interrogating her. She is immune to demonic power, so I find it hard to believe that she’s innocent, but there are no other indications that she’s involved.”

“Immune? That’s a rare gift.”

“Yes it is. And I find it hard to believe that it’s a coincidence.” Damien clenched his teeth. “I will have all the information we need by the time we finished this.” He looked around. “I know I made a mistake fifty years ago. Believe me, I have spent every second regretting it. And when I’ve finished this, we can finally discuss Preston’s promotion.”

“Damien,” Preston said quietly. “I’m not sure…”

“Meeting dismissed,” Damien said quickly. The brothers nodded and dispersed. Cold and Preston stayed behind.

“Damien, you are a great leader. I know you think that you stayed in power until you could finish Cresher, but you stayed in power because you were born to do this. And I won’t fill your shoes until you’re dead,” Preston said quietly. He scooted his chair back and stood. “Get your shit together, Damien. You have bigger concern ahead of you.”

He wasn’t meant to lead, but Preston was right. He did have bigger concerns. “Anything about Jade?”

Preston raised his eyebrows. “Jade?”

“The woman in my apartment.”

“Right. Jade seems to be as clean as they come. I can’t find any information that links her to Cresher. And I even dug deeper into her family. Her grandfather was the last known demon hunter in the family, and he had quite a collection of anti-demon paraphernalia. I guess he didn’t pass the knowledge on.”

“A demon hunter? Why would she be with Cresher?”

“I think Cresher just got wind of the books she might be selling. I don’t think she has a clue about her real bloodlines.”

Damien nodded. So Jade was born in a long line of demon hunters. The real question was whether she was as innocent as Preston seemed to think.

Jade tried every door and window in the house. Everything was locked, and the windows were either painted or boarded up. She couldn’t even try to flag someone down for help. When it looked like an exit wasn’t an option, she started looking for a weapon.

She brushed her fingers along the elegantly carved woodwork and sighed a little. The place really was beautiful. “Focus, Jade,” she muttered to herself. Just because her kidnapper was incredibly sexy and apparently very old and rich didn’t mean that he wasn’t dangerous.

“Let’s see. I’ve got some books,” she said as she opened the bookcase. “And a letter opener.” She fingered the silver instrument before sliding it into her sleeve of her sweater. “”And a lantern.”

She kept moving around the room. “Some paintings, a statue that I can’t pick up. And a sword.” She cocked her head and pulled the sword out of its sheath.

“Planning on doing something with that?”

Jade gripped the sword and whirled around. Damien was only feet away from her. How did he move so silently? She gasped softly. “Just admiring it. I love a good sword.”

He moved even closer. “So you’re familiar with swords.” Her back hit the table as he reached over and pulled out the other sword.

“Sure,” she said as he brushed the flat metal against her neck. “I love it when things are shiny.” She swallowed hard when he backed away from her. God, heat was radiating from him. She didn’t know whether to lean over and lick his skin or scream for help.

He poked her gently with the sword. “Let’s see what you’ve got,” he muttered.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, I can’t really do anything with this,” she mumbled. But he was already raising his sword to bring it down.

Jade shrieked and ducked. “Are you insane?”

“So you aren’t familiar with swords play?” he said as he backed away. He raised the sword again.

“I sell books,” she hissed. “I’m not a connoisseur of weaponry.”

“And what about fighting styles? Is there another weapon that you’d prefer? Or do you like hand to hand?” he asked as the sword swung through the air again.

This time, she brought the sword down to deflect it. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You descend from a family of hunters, Jade. It makes me wonder if there’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“Hunters?” she cried out as the sword came down again. “I grew up in the city. No one in my family hunts. We’re very big on grocery shopping.”

He smiled. “You’re so good at playing innocent aren’t you?” He brought the sword down again, and she ducked and fell to the floor. The sword bit into her shoulder, she pushed it away and kicked behind his knee. When he stumbled and fell on top of her, she pulled out the letter opener and held it to his throat.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered. “No one in my family hunted, and I don’t have any kind of fighting styles. I’m just a bookstore owner.”

“Says the woman with the sharp weapon at my throat,” he murmured.

“Survival instinct,” she whispered. Although, right then, her instincts were telling her something different. As his weight pressed against her, she was already opening her legs. The blade shook and clattered to the floor.

He dipped his head so that it was only inches from hers, and it took everything she had not to beg him to kiss her. “You’ve got some slick moves for someone who doesn’t have any experience.”

Her heart pounded, and her skin flushed. “You have no idea how slick I am,” she muttered.

“Christ,” he muttered and dipped his head. As his lips touched hers, she moaned. It was just as hot and passionate as she imagined it would be. Chill bumps rose over her arms as she reached up and slid her fingers through his hair. He thrust his tongue inside her.

Her legs came up and circled his waist and his tongue made a path down her neck. She arched her chest as his hands came up to cup her breast.

“Wait,” she said as he gently massaged her. “Wait!” She pushed him away. Panic seized her when he lifted himself and stared at her. She tried to scramble out from underneath him.

“What exactly are you talking about? What do you mean a family of hunters?”

He grabbed the back of her knees and lifted them. “Demon hunters. Your grandfather was an active demon hunter.”

Her heart skipped a beat when he ran his hands down the back of her thigh. Even through her jeans, his heat seared her. She tried to focus. “And you think I’m a demon hunter?”

“No.”

She squirmed when his hands reached under her shirt. The touch of skin on skin jolted her, and she gasped. “Why not?”

“Your fighting skills are terrible,” he muttered. “No one trained could fake it that bad.” He dipped his head and followed the path of fingers with his tongue.

“Terrible? I had you at the end of a weapon,” she said as she squirmed.

“I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”

She moaned when he popped her out of her bra and licked her nipple. “Oh God,” she cried out. She knocked her head back on the floor as her nipples tightened under his talented tongue. “What? An opportunity for what?”

“An opportunity to taste you.”

She closed her eyes, and when he raked his teeth over her nipples, she finally reached up to touch him. Under his shirt, she explored his muscles and raked her nails over his skin. “Damien,” she gasped.

There was something so intense about his touch. Never in her life has she felt so turned on. As his rough beard scraped over her skin, she knew she needed more.

Jade reached down and unsnapped her jeans. Her hips bucked as she wiggled out of them, and he moaned as rubbed up against him.

“Eager, aren’t you?” he muttered.

Her legs came up and rubbed up against him. The rough jeans covering his bulge raked over her sensitive spot, and she arched her back and cried out.

Shimmying down her body, he moaned. She felt bereft when his weight lifted. “No,” she said begged, but then he was kneeling between her legs.

“So wet,” he murmured as he pulled her panties aside. He pressed a finger inside her. “So tight.”

“Fuck,” she gasped. Her insides were turning to jelly as he moved his finger in and out. She twisted around desperately seeking a release. He added a second finger, and she clawed at the floor. “More. Please, more.”

“My pleasure,” he muttered. He reached in and licked her. Pleasure shot through her until it was almost unbearable. She wrapped her thighs around his head and urged him more.

Jade closed her eyes and stilled as he drove her up and up and up. She stopped breathing. “So close,” she murmured. “Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please. Please. Please! Ah!” Her body convulsed as her pleasure peaked.

He didn’t let her down. He licked her again until she was twisting to get away. “Sensitive,” she muttered. “So sensitive.”

She twisted her body and sprawled on her belly on the floor. Her legs were still shaking, and she shuddered. God, how could one man make her feel this way?

She heard the unbuckling of his pants, and she felt his hands run up her legs.

Damien stared at her moist pussy as he separated her legs. He was hard and heavy as he imagined how he would feel inside her body. Gripping her hips, he flipped and lifted until she was on all fours.

She made a sweet little mewling sound as he rubbed up against her. He watched her hands reach to grip something as he probed her entrance.

“Jade,” he whispered. His heart was pounding as he watched her sweet bottom rub up against him. Never had he been so aroused in his entire life. There was something about her that he just had to have.

Inch by inch, he slid into her. “Christ,” he gasped. She cried out and tried to take more of him.

“Wait, baby,” he moaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please,” she cried out. “More. You’re almost there.”

He stilled. “Where?” His voice was low and husky with desire.

“My spot. My sweet spot.” She wiggled her hips.

He reached around and fingered her clit, and she moaned. “Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear it.”

“God, I need to come. Please,” she begged.

He growled and slid all the way to the hilt. Something primal awoke inside him and roared, and he had to force himself not to ravage her.

“Jade, you feel amazing,” he muttered. God, her muscles were tightening around him. He shuddered.

“Damien. You’re right there. Please.” She slapped her hands on the floor. “Fuck me, Damien. Hard.”

He roared and began to thrust. She matched every pump and gasped. Her hands slid on the floor, and as she fell even lower to the floor, he hissed.

Grabbing her hips, he rocked back until he was lying down. She squealed as he fell even deeper insider her, and she rocked against. “No. Turn around,” he demanded. “I want to see your face.”

Obedient, she turned her body, straddled him, and sank on to him once again. He watched in awe as her head fell back, and she nearly screamed. He grabbed her hips and forced her to move. God, he wanted to see her face at peak pleasure. He wanted to see what he could do to her.

She panted. Over and over again, she slammed down on him. He groaned as her nails bit into him, and he raised his body to meet her lips. She encircled her arms around him and devoured him.

His body tensed, and for a minute, he didn’t he could last any longer as he slid in and out of her wet folds. “Jade,” he gasped.

But her body seized, and she threw her head back and screamed his name as another orgasm ricochet through her body.

He gasped and surged his hips into her as he emptied himself into her warmth.