Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six (3 page)

"He's here." Lindsay said. "That's my boss and he has the money."

Dale smiled and then stood up straight again, gesturing silently for them to follow him into the building.

"Open window." Piotr shouted. "Tell him come back."

"The money is inside." Lindsay said, thinking on her feet.

"Open fucking window."

"Hey buddy, can you roll the damn window down?" The burly man on the passenger side shouted. "I need to ask you something."

Piotr hit the button to lower the window and jutted his pistol into the man's face.

"Fuck. Off." He shouted. The man stood back with his hands in the air and Lindsay took her chance to jump from the car. Piotr swung around again and it was enough for Dale's guy to punch him in the back of the head through the open window, then lock him in a choke hold from outside the car. The mobster's gun flailed about but didn't go off. Within seconds Dale's other guy had taken Lindsay's place in the driver's seat and twisted Piotr's wrist mercilessly to make him drop his gun.

He was screaming in Russian but the choke hold made him barely audible and then he lost consciousness. It was all over in a matter of seconds.

Outside Lindsay ran straight into Dale's arms and the bear hug he gave her was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing she had ever experienced. She melted into a crazy mixture of love, adoration, relief and the desire to bed and ruin him utterly at the very soonest opportunity. The man set off a dangerous cocktail of human emotion and raw hormonal lust on a bad day - add to that this knight-in-shining-armor-holding-out-for-a -hero rescue from the mob and it was enough to blow her mind. She reached her head up, craning her neck to find his mouth and pressed her lips to his. Electricity raced through her. She molded her body to his, seeking him out in every fold, every chiseled flexing muscle of his powerful body.

"Dale…thank God…thank God you came…."

He lifted his head up away from hers and looked down.

"You can thank me later." He said in a strained voice. Even he was not immune to that old male weakness - a grateful, desperate, emotional female molded against him could mean one thing only: instant, raging, uncontrollable hard on.

He peeled her away from him although every fiber of his being was urging him to cart her off to the nearest secure location and fuck her mercilessly while all that hot, wet feminine gratitude was still at its most intense.

Instead, exercising the self-control of a cloister full of Trappist monks, he strode to the car, walked to the passenger side and got into the back seat directly behind Piotr. Lindsay followed instantly, pushing in beside her hero. Piotr was still stunned, angry, ashamed and scared. If he returned from such a simple job without the boss's grand in cash there would be Russian Mafia hell to pay.

Dale tapped him on the back of the head but he didn’t move.

"Who's the thousand bucks for?" The billionaire said in the deep, commanding voice that made blue chip CEOs sit up and listen.

"Fuck. You." Piotr hissed in his thick Russian accent.

"Just give him the money." Lindsay said to Dale. "I'll pay it back to you, I swear it. Just let this go"

"He's Russian Mafia." Dale's guy in the front seat said, lifting up Piotr's hand briefly to reveal the blurred, blue eight-pointed star between his thumb and forefinger."

Dale leaned in close to the Mafioso's ear and then took out the envelope in his pocket that contained the money. He slapped it over onto the Mafioso's chest.

"Take it." He said. "Give it to your boss and then disappear. Do you understand?"

Piotr laughed and took the envelope.

"I understand newspaperman. You pay. Everybody pay."

Dale slipped his thick forearm around Piotr's neck and moved closer to his ear.

"I'm the one who made Boyevik disappear." He whispered.

Piotr laughed again.

"Don't try to scare me American. You kill me now or you go fuck yourself. You belong to us now - you are bitch of Russian Mafia."

Dale exchanged a look with his two bodyguards and then slid the envelope back over the mobster's shoulder and returned it to his pocket.

"No problem." He said. "I know I can't scare a tough guy like you. Go back and tell your boss you failed. I'm sure he'll be very understanding."

"Give money now or I come for you. Personally." Piotr said with sudden desperation.

Dale placed the tip of his left index finger on the top of Piotr's head and began to caress it slowly down towards the back of the mobster's neck. Piotr jerked forward.

"Fuck off American gay. Cocksucker." He spat.

Dale lifted his hand away and then returned the stuffed envelope to the relieved Mafioso's.

"Take some pictures of him." Dale said to his bodyguards. "Identify him for me. If he shows up anywhere near Lindsay then send him to his friend Boyevik. I'm sure he could use the company."

The bodyguard reached into Piotr's pocket and took out his wallet.

"Well he goes by the name of Piotr." He said.

"That was easy." Dale replied. "Let's take note that Piotr is terrified of getting into trouble with his boss and has issues with his own repressed homosexuality."

"Fuck you." Piotr shouted.

"Oh no," Dale replied. "Fuck
you
, my friend." He pushed the mobster's head forwards again. "Come on people, let's move it out. We're finished with this lowlife."

They had just left the car and the shaken Piotr when Marco came down the steps of the building carrying a cardboard box of his personal items.

"What the hell? Hargrave, what are you doing here? Couldn't resist coming down to see firsthand what your personal power was able to accomplish?"

Inside the car Piotr checked the envelope Dale had given him. It was stuffed with office printer paper cut to rough dollar bill size. He glared out the window but a loud thump on the roof caught his attention and the face of the burly bodyguard who had taken his weapon appeared in his window.

"Fuck. Off." The bodyguard said. Piotr made a mental note of the man's face and then put the car in gear. If he could kill at least that one prick before Vasily put him to death for his failure then he would be grateful.

Dale looked at Marco without any trace of emotion on his face.

"I offered you a deal Marco. This was your decision, not mine."

"You wanted me to get my reporter off your case and cover up your dirty little affair with Boyevik in exchange for bankrolling AltNews Hargrave. In my book, that's not a choice, it's blackmail."

This was news to Lindsay. Marco hadn't told her any of the details of the company's closure. She was shocked, horrified.

"Is this true Dale?" The man had just saved her skin but if he had forced the closure of the paper then wasn't he also responsible for getting her into this mess in the first place?

Dale looked at her. For a moment there was a trace of weariness and disappointment in his eyes. He had been so close to getting her so many times now. Was she slipping away from him
yet
again?

"I offered to provide investment to Marco. His company would have gained instant liquidity, paid off all its debts and not only saved jobs, but allowed him to hire more people. Instead he chose this." He looked over at the movers lugging more office furniture down the steps.

"You offer to bankroll him in order to kill my investigation?"

"I wanted him to stop you harassing me over something you don’t understand and for which you won't ever have a shred of evidence."

"First you organize to have those pictures taken of us together and now this?"

"Pictures? I never had any pictures taken of us together."

"Yes you did. The first time you came to my apartment. We… we kissed… you kissed me on the steps outside and had someone take photos to compromise my status on the story."

Dale looked at Marco and from his impassivity and self-control suddenly a flash of rage emerged.

"You little sonofabitch." He reached out and grabbed Marco by the collar.

"Stay away from me." Marco said. "I'll press charges. Lindsay, do something."

"Do something? Did you set me up Marco?"

Marco shook his head and Dale raised his fist but Lindsay held back his bulging arm with her small hands.

"You told me
he
took those pictures Marco. Did you lie to me?"

Marco's eyes darted from Dale's to Lindsay's.

"You were getting too involved with the story Lindsay. Jesus Christ, you were becoming the damn story - I needed you to take a step back, but you wouldn’t listen to me. You never listen to me."

Dale drew his fist back further but Lindsay held on.

"Dale! Stop! Don't do it. The little weasel isn't worth your time and effort."

Dale lowered his fist but held onto Marco's collar. Lindsay turned to face her old friend.

"Thank's Lindsay." Marco said. "I knew you'd understand."

Dale released him and as he moved to straighten his collar Lindsay looked him dead in the eye.

"You're not worth
his
time and effort Marco, but you're sure as hell worth mine."

She slammed a fist into his jaw and he stumbled backwards, falling awkwardly onto his ass, his personal belongings scattering all over the steps.

Lindsay turned to Dale and wrapped her arms around his neck. She strained upwards to kiss him, her heart, mind and body overcome with waves of sweet conflicting emotions.

He had saved her.

He had forgiven her time and again and he was here, now, in front of her and surrounding her with all of his wealth and power and blind lust. Even if all he wanted to do was fuck her no one in her entire life had ever been willing to put in so much heroic effort just to get next to her.

That had to mean something, didn't it? She had to mean something more to him than just an easy lay even if the stupid bastard hadn't figured it out yet.

Dale wrapped her up in his arms.

"Come on princess." He said. "I've been waiting for this for a long time. Let's get the hell out of here." He turned to go but then paused and turned to Marco who was still sitting on the steps in shock.

"If you change your mind about AltNews Marco, just say the word. The offer still stands. Same conditions. It's up to you."

Marco looked up at him, dazed.

"Please don’t go Lindsay." He said, his voice wracked with despair. "Don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me for him."

She shook her head.

"Don’t be a fool Marco. This story is dead and you and I never were anything together other than friends, so I can’t leave you for anybody. Don't be a fool and let AltNews die. You're one of the best newsmen around and one of the best people I've ever known. Don't let this be the end. Take Dale's offer." Marco stared down at the steps. "I'll see you round." Lindsay said and then nodded at Dale for them to go.

The billionaire's sleek limo was already waiting.

Dale led her down the steps down to the car and she molded her body against him one more time in that way that set him on fire. She felt his needy cock press firmly against her abdomen and she loved it. Now she was goading him on and at last this was going to happen. Dale had been practically celibate since he'd laid eyes on her in Point Nemo and even he wasn't sure what it was going to be like doing it after exercising such insane self-control for such an unprecedented amount of time. He would have to take it slow and careful, make damn sure she was screaming for her tenth orgasm before he finally allowed himself to bone her.

Otherwise it could turn out to be the shortest lay in the history of his sex life.

He gritted his teeth in silence and girded his loins. Prince Charming would do whatever it took to keep his princess happy.

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The journey back to Dale's penthouse in downtown DC didn't take long but it was the hottest ride of Lindsay's life. She had felt his hard on and knew he was primed and ready for action but despite her desperate moaning, caressing and amorous touching the man held himself back, placing a light kiss here, a nip or caress there. The more he demonstrated his self-control the hotter it made the woman next to him.

And then there was his voice in her ear, so deep, so sexy, warning her to hold on and breathe slowly as his fingers trailed her thighs, explored her hips and ass and then slowly finding their way between her thighs.

The jeans she was wearing had never felt so tight and confining.

She tried to climb on top of him, aching to straddle his desire filled body, but he physically restrained her, pushing her back to the luxurious upholstery of the limo. It fired her up even more until she was moaning and crying out at every touch of his hand. When she looked at his face he was as controlled as ever and intensely focused on her every movement, every sound she made, every reaction of her taut body to his words and gestures. It made her desperate to give him even more, she was almost totally out of control.