The Billionaire’s Desires Vol. 1 (7 page)

“It's really nice weather, even warm for December, but the nights are cool. Do you want something to drink, my pretty Amande?

Hello to you too.

Without waiting for me to answer, he leads me into the house and towards a table already set for two. The furniture is luxurious, the tableware elegant, the panorama sumptuous. I could get used to this. While holding out my chair like a proper gentleman, he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“We can have a simple dinner, if you'd like.”

I notice he's switched from the 'vous' form to the more casual 'tu' form in French. “We're going to be less formal now?”

“It's not an obligation. But as I'm master of the house, it seems like it's up to me to set the rules.”

“And I have free will to decide whether or not to follow your instructions, Mr. Master of the House.”

“You and your obsession with freedom. And what do you want to do with this free will now?”

“Go change my clothes.”

I flash him a mischievous smile as I rise, and he responds with a half-amused, half-annoyed grimace.

Are you in a playful mood, Mr. Diamonds? Just as well, I am too.

In the time it takes me to put on a fancier dress, a beef carpaccio accompanied by tomatoes with fresh basil appears magically on the table, where candles are lit and glasses are filled with a wine I'm sure is spectacular. I want to pinch myself to make sure this is really happening. Gabriel is incredibly handsome and devours me with his eyes. His scent floats through the air. He's wearing a loose, black cotton shirt that makes him look relaxed. We talk about this and that, then he points towards an original photo by Mimmo Jodice sitting in a corner of the room.

“I bought it to remember that...special exhibit.”

I feel wobbly just thinking about that day. When we clink champagne glasses over dessert, he takes an envelope out of his pocket and slides it towards me.

“For the train tickets.”

I open the envelope and discover, horrified, a large pile of bank notes. I feel insulted, humiliated.

What does he think I am, a whore?!

He stares at me, his eyes narrowed, focused. He must have noticed my anger. I want him to say something, explain himself, but he stays silent.

“I don't want your money, I'm not your employee.”

I stand up and pour my anger out over him. My tone is hard, but my voice is trembling. If I could, I think I would slap him. Without saying a word, he gets up and comes towards me.

Just a piece of advice, Mister billionaire, stay far away from me.

When he tries to draw me close to him, I escape his embrace.

“What do you think you're doing? Paying me double to make up for it?”

“I don't want to pay you, Amandine, I just wanted to reimburse you for the train tickets. I invited you, it's normal.”

“You pay a lot for young girls like me? Maybe I should raise my rates, apparently you haven't gotten tired of me yet.”

His face is unrecognisable, I realise how much I've offended him.

“Stop, you're different from the others, that's precisely why I can't live without you!”

“I can't live without you.”

I don't know how to answer. He just nailed me. Now he's the one who's angry, he gives me an irate look. When he presses against me, I don't have the strength to resist, I want to bury myself in his arms and abandon myself completely. My lack of resistance surprises him, I feel his entire body relax against mine. He takes my chin and brings my face close to his. His tongue caresses my tongue, traces over my teeth, plays with my lips. I close my eyes, thrilled, and he kisses me until I vibrate.

“You're so beautiful, stop running away from me, it drives me crazy.”

His voice is husky, his breath is boiling. He gently caresses my shoulders, then the top of my breasts. These simple touches excite me terribly and I feel my desire for him grow inside of me. Gabriel lifts me with impressive ease and I wrap my legs around his torso. Still kissing my breasts, he leads me into a gorgeous room. A fire crackles in the fireplace. The enormous bed is dressed in white silk sheets. He sets me down and immediately plunges in between my legs, sprinkling the insides of my thighs with kisses that ignite a flame deep down inside of me. Little by little, his breath nears my clitoris and enters into my sex. His hot tongue easily finds the opening, which is already dripping with my pleasure, and starts to move, making me shiver.

The desire to have him inside of me is so strong that the moans coming out of my mouth are quickly replaced by loud cries. But Gabriel doesn't stop his gentle torture just yet, as my body shakes with spasms of pleasure. All of a sudden, it's too much and I cry out “Gabriel” in a pleading voice. He puts two fingers into my wet sex, answering my prayers, and I feverishly push down on them. After several thrusts, when he feels my imminent orgasm, he takes his fingers and mouth out of my body. He controls my pleasure. I feel his face between my thighs, a malicious look dances in his eyes as he props himself up on his arms. He gently spreads my legs and shows me his impressive erection.

“Let's go on to more serious things, sweet Amande.”

He slowly penetrates me and I greedily caress the perfectly smooth skin of his back, my heart beating, my hips swaying to the rhythm of his long thrusts. Overwhelmed with pleasure, I search for his lips and our mouths share a long, languorous kiss. Taken by a sudden burst of confidence, I press against his shoulder boldly, making the bed shake. I find myself riding this magnificent body with amber skin, his sex buried deeply inside of me. At first a little intimidated, I start to roll my pelvis around his erect member.

A log cracks in the fireplace. Time seems to have stopped in this enormous room, where only we can hear our sighs of pleasure and a few moans from me when Gabriel pinches my nipple or bites my lips. And then, unable to hold back any longer, he grabs my butt and accelerates my movements around his manhood. He finally brings me back down onto the soft mattress with such eagerness that, letting out a cry, I feel an orgasm wash over me like a tsunami. My body palpitating, full of pleasure, I let go completely as he thrusts until he too comes, his midnight blue eyes gazing into mine. His majestic body collapses onto me and in a single moment, I feel like I've reached nirvana. We stay wrapped around one another for a long moment, Gabriel's breath in my hair. Then he withdraws, and as I go freshen up in the luxurious bathroom, he feeds the fire in the fireplace. We fall asleep almost immediately, the flames forming gorgeous gold scallops on the white walls of the room.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

My love? Did he really say that? I'm so...so tired...

The next morning, I wake up still sore from our scorching-hot lovemaking the night before. My eyes closed, I grope around the gigantic soft bed that smells of both of our scents combined. I'm disappointed to discover that my lover has quietly left already.

Just be happy that he's not here to admire your messy hair and yesterday's makeup that's probably all over your face.

I notice there's a small envelope on the light wooden coffee table next to my side of the bed. Impatient to find out what's inside, I open it quickly, ripping the edges.

Ok, Amandine, it's not life or death!

Passionate interlude? I'm a very busy man? Mr. Diamonds?

I hold back my tears, a bitter taste in my mouth. Bitter Amande.

To be continued!
Don’t miss The Billionaire’s Desires #2, already available!

The handsome billionaire Gabriel Diamonds has brought the young and beautiful Amandine into his sumptuous world, full of luxury and pleasure...yet also doubts, impatience and a fear of losing one another. The mysterious Mr. Diamonds always leaves people guessing!
How far is Amandine willing to go? Will she risk losing Gabriel, or even losing herself?