The Billionaire’s Secret Love (A 'Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaires' Romance) (11 page)
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Authors: Ivy Layne,Alexa Wilder
“So why are you here?” Jacob leaned back in his chair, hands folded, resting on his chest. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. Time was ticking away, and I wasn’t doing a very good job of getting to the point.
“Big John moved into the house a few days ago. He said that, with John gone, my debt was transferred to him. And if I wanted to see my mother taken care of, I’d do as he said.”
“And what, exactly, did he say he wanted you to do? Sleep with him?” One dark, elegant eyebrow raised as if to ask if that was all it took to scare me off.
“Sleeping with him and keeping his house was just the beginning,” I said. “He and John fought a lot at the end. One of the things they were fighting about was me. Big John felt that I was too big a drain on their resources. That I needed to earn my keep. He wanted to trade me out to some of their associates. John refused.”
“You’re kidding.” Jacob’s face darkened, his eyes shading from silver to a dark, forbidding gray.
“I wish I was.”
“What did he say when you told him you wouldn’t do it?”
“He said he had chains and drugs that would keep me in line. I acted like I’d go along, said I knew I owed him, but I had my period. Then I snuck out in the middle of the night.” I fell silent, waiting. Jacob watched me, not speaking, for several endless minutes. Every muscle in my body was tight, tense to the point of pain. Jacob was my only chance. I had no money, no friends I’d risk to Big John’s fury. Nowhere to go. Finally, he spoke.
“What do you expect me to do?”
This was the sticking point. The truth was, I didn’t know. I wasn’t asking for a job. After four years of marriage to John, I still had no marketable skills. All I had was my willingness to do anything to protect my mother.
“I can’t take my mother out of the facility she’s in. I can’t afford to pay the fees. And I’m not sure, even if I turned my back on my mother, that I can stay clear of Big John. I need help with all of it.” Jacob remained silent, studying me. I swallowed. It was against my temperament to push, but I didn’t have a choice.
“I know it’s a lot to ask. Too much. But I’ll do anything.” I stared him in the eye, daring him to doubt my commitment.
“Anything is a dangerous promise.” Jacob tilted his head to the side. It should have been endearing. Instead it made him look like a predator studying his prey. Me. I swallowed before I spoke, my throat thick with nerves.
“Before I left, Big John said he was going to shoot me up with heroin and chain me to a bed while a gang of bikers rapes me. I’ll do anything that stops short of drugs and rape.” More silence. Then Jacob picked up the phone on his desk.
“Rachel, reschedule my 11:15.” He hung up the phone and studied me another long minute before he spoke. “I want you. I wanted you the first minute I saw you. You know that. It’s why you came to me.”
“I—” I stopped speaking. Without knowing where he was going, I didn’t want to dig myself a hole. I fell silent, waiting to hear what he would say.
“I have a circumstance I find difficult to handle, Abigail. Over the years I’ve tried various methods of dealing with it, and none have met with success. I’ve been thinking it’s time to try something new. And you’re going to be my something new.”
My mind raced. Jacob’s lips had curved into a smile at the word ‘new’. His top lip was severe, the bottom lushly full. Together, they drew the eye. Especially in a half smile with a hint of mischief. His words, the smile, all sounded like he was going to help me. Now I just had to see what being his ‘something new’ would entail. Unable to force my mouth to move, I lifted my chin, inviting him to continue.
“I like sex,” he said. “I like a lot of sex. A like variety. Kink. You’ve probably never heard of half of the things I’ve thought about doing to you. What I don’t like is inconvenience.” Jacob leaned forward, his eyes locked to mine, elbows resting on the polished wood of his desk.
“Relationships are inconvenient. They involve compromise, accommodation, and time. I don’t have the patience for the first two and enough of the last. I don’t want to get to know a women. I’m not interested in intimacy outside of sex. What I want is to fuck when I want to fuck. And I want to fuck a woman I’m attracted to who will let me do anything I want to her.”
“Will you hurt me?” My voice was high and tight. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this matter of fact, efficient speech wasn’t it. It was, however, far less scary then Big John’s proposal.
“Yes,” he answered. My stomach pitched. “But I won’t damage you. And the kind of hurt I’m talking about? You’ll like it.”
“So how does it work?”
“You move in with me. You don’t leave the house. Ever. You do nothing without my permission. I’m not looking for a woman, I’m looking for a pet. An obedient, available pet. Can you do that?”
I stared, not sure I could answer. I’d walked in prepared to trade my body for my mother’s safety. It wasn’t honorable, but it was the only thing of value I had to offer. But this, his dehumanizing description of what he wanted from me, had shocked the speech from my brain. Lips and tongue frozen, I forced myself to nod. I couldn’t afford for Jacob to think twice. No matter how terrifying this sounded, I couldn’t run away. He stood, pushed back his chair, and rounded his wide desk. Standing in front of me, still seated in the leather armchair, he rested his hands on his hips and said,
“I think, before we go any further, I need a sample.”
I stared up at him in dumb confusion. If my brain had been working, I’d have known exactly what he meant. Since I was slow, he clarified.
“Suck my cock.”
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vy Layne has had
her nose stuck in a book since she first learned to decipher the English language. Sometime in her early teens, she stumbled across her first Romance, and the die was cast. Though she pretended to pay attention to her creative writing professors, she dreamed of writing steamy romance instead of literary fiction. These days, she’s neck deep in alpha heroes and the smart, sexy women who love them.
Married to her very own alpha hero (who rubs her back after a long day of typing, but also leaves his socks on the floor). Ivy lives in the mountains of North Carolina where she and her other half are having a blast raising two energetic little boys. Aside from her family, Ivy’s greatest loves are coffee and chocolate, preferably together.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Edited by Valorie Clifton
Cover by Jacqueline Sweet
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