The Billionaire's Bride (Complete Collection) (7 page)

“Fuck me, Lucas,” I moaned.

He bit down on my shoulder again. Not hard, but firm enough where he would leave a mark. I howled and clamped down on him. He opened me up again, forcing his hardness deeper.

“I’m not finished with you. I will never be finished with you. I will never get tired of this. You are too fucking beautiful, Tia.”

“Lucas,” I cried out. I began to ride back feverishly, buckling my hips, having his solidness rub against my sweet spot. It was like mini orgasm constantly popping off, and I couldn’t get enough. I was stuck in an orgasmic moment and I never wanted it to end. It felt like it might never…

He pulled out of me. There was a moment of dire need, of existential emptiness, that coursed through my veins. Lucas snatched my hips and positioned me to be taken from behind.

Plugging me up, driving that hot steel to my end, everything was right again. He pumped into me. I thrashed. He caught my hair, keeping me pinned like a wild mare he needed to tame. I came under his control and rode the waves of pleasure.

He pounded me. He smacked my ass, leaving handprints, his marks a memento that I always wanted to remember.

“Give me that pussy. Give me all of that pussy. Oh hell, Tia, I’m not going to last much longer. So tight. So wet. You are going to make me come.”

Yes, I screamed. Come for me. Come inside of me. It wasn’t right, but I wished that the condom didn’t exist, that he would rub against me raw and spill his seed into my womb. Wasn’t that insane?

That wicked thought, once it crossed my mind, sent me soaring. His fingers dug into my plump ass and he braced himself. Lucas rushed inside me, filling me completely with each thrust, rubbing me the right way against my trigger.

I blasted off. It was like I was scattered across the room. Once the pieces to my mind were picked up again, I was slumped over, my cheek pressed against the table, Lucas still ramming me, using my pussy until he got off.

He grew warmer inside me and throbbed. I heard growling. His fingers clawed at my ass. He slapped it and dug in, like he was preparing for the end, but couldn’t hold on. I bounced back and squeezed my pussy, but it wasn’t necessary. He was already twitching, nearing his peak.

“Fuck, I love your pussy,” he shouted, and then he came. He seemed to swell inside me. I screamed, shut my eyes, and then I completely lost all physical and mental functions.

I dropped onto my stomach and let him pour. He pumped into the condom. I was ravished, but my dirty mind still wished that I could have more, that there was no condom, and that he was taking
everything.

Even in my delirium, the thought sounded absurd, but I would never take it back. The fantasy was sweet.

He pressed on me. His giant arms wrapped around me and he kept himself buried inside. Pulsating again, jerking the last remains of his cum into the condom, he decided it was best to pull out before a mishap.

I already missed him and he was sitting right next to me. I longed for him to be closer.

Sitting up, my thighs still twitched. My muscles were weak and used. I fell back to the wall and leaned my head against it to catch my racing breath.

He dipped back in and gave me a kiss.

I chuckled. “You’re good at that.” I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, and tried to fix it, but mostly I was trying to hide my vulnerability behind my locks.

“How can I be bad at it with you? You drive me crazy. I would keep going if you’d let me.”

“Trust me, you can,” I said, remembering my past lovers. They hadn’t given me three orgasms in a night. Maybe not even three orgasms in an entire relationship.

I added, “I would keep going if my body would let me.” I fanned myself. The whirlpool was still going, and I was sticking to the massage table. I lifted my thighs and attempted to stand, but my legs were wobbly, and I shot an arm out to catch myself.

I found Lucas. He braced me against his chest.

He was certainly not that spoiled billionaire brat that I had assumed he was. He was a real man. A man who was capable of owning my heart.

Rowdy screams erupted from outside. It reminded me that we weren’t alone. Those girls were always ruining our fun somehow.

A smug smile crossed my face once I thought about strutting in front of them, looking disheveled. Normally, that would horrify me. Now, I would walk around on sex legs in pride, to show the other girls that Lucas was mine. He had chosen me.

The game was over.

Lucas ruined my plans when he said, “I’m going to put the boat ashore and send them all away.”

I nodded.

“Wait here, okay? Don’t go anywhere, and please, don’t try to walk.”

I nodded once again. That was great advice. When he left, I did attempt to gather my clothes and slip them on, but I was doing a poor job of it. It seemed to be far more difficult when I was still trembling, echoes of excitement playing over my body from Lucas’ thrusts.

When he returned, I managed to toss my dress on. He took my hand. He led me to his private cabin.

Lying next to him, I didn’t say much. It had been too good of a night not to succumb to sleep. I usually always feared going to bed, because I knew that another painful day awaited me. Not now. Now I would wake up next to Lucas.

With Lucas pressed against me, holding me tight, I was safe. I was happy. A calmness that I hadn’t experienced in years washed over me. The future seemed bright.

T
he next morning
, I woke and was suddenly aware that Lucas was gone. I panicked. I almost forgot where I was. What happened the night before hit me again. Heat raced to my cheeks.

He stepped out of the bathroom connected to his private cabin, a small room with a big bed. It was mainly a room for sleeping or fucking. Lucas was naked, his long cock hanging between his legs. I brought the sheets to my face in shock.

Lucas tousled his hair with the towel. I watched his golden spikes fall into place and the water drip down his chiseled, sculpted chest. I wanted to lick him up. I wanted another go at him. Perhaps there was time for a quickie before I had to go to work?

“Already up?” I asked him.

“Yeah,” he said grimly. His mood shifted. Why wasn’t he smiling?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, slipping into his boxers, fitting snugly against his cock. I memorized the outline. I looked away in fear that I would begin drooling.

I brushed away the shade to take a peek at the day. We were close to shore again. When I turned around, Lucas was staring at my ass. It was still jiggling from when I got up, and he was enjoying it, the corners of his lips rising in admiration. The jiggle of my curvy behind, the brush of skin on skin, his lustful glare... I was horny again. It was like my curse.

Only Lucas could cure me of that. It was up to him.

I wanted to jump into his arms again, but even with his smirk, he continued to get dressed. He was in another long-sleeved shirt and dress pants.

“You’re in a hurry.”

“My father is here today. I’ve got to meet with him and tell him how this is going.”

I knelt down on top of the bed. My chest was held up high and proud. But he wasn’t looking. He was busy with his tie. I wished he would look at me, because I was sure my dark, ripe nipples pointing at his lips would entice him.

“What are you going to tell him?”

I waited for him to say something sweet like, “The game is over. I’ve chosen my bride.” He didn’t even have to go that far. I wanted him to stop this silly game and pick me. I wasn’t sure if I could be a bride yet, but I could be his.

“I’m going to tell him what he wants to hear.”

My hopes crashed. My chest dropped limply. I was sucked down to the pit of my stomach.

He continued, “He’ll want to know if I have someone in mind. I’ll give him a couple of names. One of them will be you, and I’m sure he’ll want to see you at one of the next events. When is the next time you can join us?’

“Us?”

“Yes, all of us. All of the girls,” he stated.

I fumed. I grabbed for the sheets and covered myself. Crawling out of bed, I searched for my dress. He perked up and noticed. He stopped fussing with his tie.

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought you were done. I thought you picked me.”

I marched into the bathroom and got into my dress. He approached, and I moved the door to block his view. No, he didn’t get to see me naked now. My skin was crawling.

Was I just played? Did Lucas really not pick me? He could still go through with that sick, rich game of his?

“I did pick you,” he said, his voice straining. “Don’t hide from me.”

He put a hand on the door. By the time I opened it, I was fully dressed and ready to leave.

“Take me back,” I said.

“Listen, Tia, you mean a lot to me, but I still need to continue doing this. You don’t understand, but let me explain.”

“Explain what? That you’re still going to look for an eligible wife as you continue to fuck me? Is that what I need to understand? I get it, Lucas. Now take me back. I’ve got to get to work anyway. I’ve got better things to do.”

“Fine,” he grunted. “Suit yourself.” He turned from me and left me.

Once we were on shore, he tried to explain that I should stay, that he meant everything that he said the night before, but I wasn’t listening. They were the sweet words of a sociopath. He was a manipulator, and I was too weary of playing games.

A reckless, passionate night of true romance, and then she was gone. We were in ruin. How had I managed it? I should’ve known. Not to be brooding all of the time, but this was just like me. I had a self destructive streak. I lived in a fake world of complacency for so long that it was strange to meet someone with boundaries. I had trained myself to ignore real emotion. Emotion was something that wasn’t necessary. Only money was necessary. My money did the talking for me for so long. It was nothing to get a girl into my bed. Once there, it became automatic. Blindfold, bondage, then onto the thrusting…they might as well have been sex dolls.

That was a perfect way of putting it...I’d been hanging out with sex dolls for the past five years. I’d become too used to them. And I was nothing like them at all…only using them because I had no where else to run. Our company, what should have been my brother’s, couldn’t fail. Too many people counted on me.

Tia had been too good. I wouldn’t let her slip away. I was sure I could convince her to come back. Her sweet taste would linger on my tongue. Tia’s curvy, sensual ass was unforgettable. Her tight, warm pussy would wrap around my cock again. During my dates with the other girls, I would get hard under the table.

Could I even call them dates? None of them touched me. I certainly didn’t touch them. There was no passion. They were business meetings.

Because of Tia’s wish not to take part in my father’s game, I became even more disenchanted with the idea as well. But he watched me. More “helpers” arrived to deal with their endless demands. But I knew they were hired grunts from my father, sent to help, but also spy.  

Two days later, Tia still wouldn’t return my messages. I left her flowers and a handwritten note on her doorstep, but she wouldn’t answer me. It read “You have a private massage scheduled today with Lucas Moore. Please call him back to confirm.”

Perhaps it should’ve been an apology. I wouldn’t apologize for what had happened. Tia would need to understand that. I intended to fully explain myself, once she gave me the chance. Perhaps she didn’t want to give me the chance. In which case, I would continue to annoy her until she was forced to confront me. Childless? Yes. Effective?
Hell yes.

A smart man might give up. I was determined, however. I had finally connected with someone and I was sure that she felt the same way.

With my money, I had limitless options at my disposal. I found myself using seedy tactics for the greater good. My first move was to discover her phone number. Quite easy. One didn’t need to be a billionaire genius to uncover such public information.

She wanted to think she was beyond me? I knew the truth. Tia couldn’t stay away. I sent her a text…

L
ucas
:
All right, I get it. You’re pissed. I think it’s about time we fucked again.

Tia:
Lucas? How did you get my number?

Lucas:
Don’t worry about it. I should already have it anyway. About that fucking…I seem to remember someone telling me that their pussy was all mine.

Tia:
You’re twisted. I’m busy right now. I don’t have time for games.

Lucas:
Always so busy. You know, it’s starting to sound like you’re hiding from something. Could it be me...I wonder?

Tia:
Or maybe I’m broke lol. Ever think of that? BTW I like working for my money. I don’t receive handouts, thank you very much.

Lucas:
That’s not what I meant. I meant you could use some time away from work. Blow off some steam. I have a way you could blow off steam in a BIG way.

Tia:
Stop it.

Lucas:
It’s my dick. The big thing I was referring to was my dick.

Tia:
Nothing has changed.

Lucas:
Exactly. It hasn’t. What you said to me is still true. Don’t tell me you forgot how you begged for it? That’s something a man can never forget.

Tia:
Seriously. Ignoring you now.

Lucas:
Look who’s playing a game now. And you thought I was bad? Oh wait, Brent is here, telling me that I need to help the girls pose for the Lucas Moore swimsuit calendar. Gotta go.

Tia:
Definitely ignoring you now.

I
t became
clear near the end of our conversation I’d lost my nerve. I knew bringing up the other girls would frustrate her, maybe even make her livid, but I couldn’t stand how she tried to block me out. The Lucas Moore swimsuit calendar had been a ruse. It did get me thinking about Tia on every month in provocative poses. I’d almost lost my mind when I saw her in a wet suit. What would I do if she was in a sexy swimsuit?

Frustrating her became my new favorite thing. I could see her begin to crack. It also helped to relieve some of my own frustrations.  

Day three, she still wouldn’t reply.  

I contacted a private investigator. I visited his house myself, so he would know how important this job was to me. He lived in a nice medium-sized home outside of San Diego. He was a curly-haired, paunch-bellied, retired detective with his own home office.

“I want to know everything about her. This girl means a lot to me.”

“Is she cheating on you? What’s the purpose?”

“No, I want to understand her.”

He blinked slowly at me. He was clearly confused. “Okay,” he said. He held out his hand. I gave it a shake.

“Any sign of trouble, and you give me a call. I mean, anytime, no matter how small, if there’s any trouble with her, I want to know about it.”

“You got it.”

There had to be some way I could get her back.

I would use every resource available. I couldn’t stop after one night with Tia.

She might try to fight it, but I knew she was addicted as well. When I said, “You are mine. Forever,” I hadn’t been lying. Soon enough, Tia would understand how much she meant to me.

I intended to prove it to her.