The Billionaire's Secret Kink Box Set: Knox: Secret Alpha Billionaire Romance Bundle (Rosesson Brothers Book 1)
Authors: Lisa Ladew
Tags: #General Fiction
The Billionaire's Secret Kink 1
The Billionaire's Secret Kink 2
The Billionaire's Secret Kink 3
The Billionaire's Secret Kink 4
By Lisa Ladew
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or organizations, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2015 Lisa Ladew All Rights Reserved
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Author's note: included in this bundle is another of my novels. (Edge of the Heat 1) and it starts at approximately 68% on your ereader. This bundle will end when your progress shows just about 68%.
Knox
Knox Rosesson leaned against a pillar in a secluded corner of his father's trophy room, hate for his father consuming him. He didn't want to hate the man, but he couldn't help it. Felix Thane Rosesson was a first-class bastard who had a knack for ruining the lives of those he touched. Knox would disappear forever if his brothers didn't still seem to love the man. His mother too, as much as that had destroyed her.
Knox watched his father, clad in a spotless Armani Tuxedo, gesticulate excitedly to the head of a gazelle on the wall, commanding the attention of a small group of people around him. Knox couldn't hear his father, but he knew the story. He'd heard it many times during his unfortunate childhood.
The group surrounding his father sucked in a collective breath at an exciting tidbit and Felix crouched, telling the story of the hunt with his body movements. Knox pulled his eyes off the group and looked down at the glass in his hand. Empty. Fuck. Like his fucking life right now. Last week he'd been up north, helping old friends out of a life and death situation, but this week he'd been bored out of his mind. Work was slow and routine was strangling him. He needed something. Some excitement. Anything.
A waiter passed and Knox lifted his glass to get the waiter's attention. "Highball," he said. The waiter nodded and started away to get his drink.
As Knox looked back over the crowd, a figure emerged from the door next to him. Knox turned his head to see his brother, Daxton, walk in like he owned the place, a cocky smile on his face. Knox's eyes dropped to Daxton's shirt and a hearty laugh escaped him. Daxton was dressed like he was going to work or staying home to lounge on the couch, instead of at a black tie party. He wore scuffed sneakers, beat-up blue jeans, and a black t-shirt. The t-shirt read
Ask me about my big cock.
"You fucker, she's going to throw you out," Knox said.
"Let her try," Daxton said, his eyes roaming the room. "Dad'll love it."
"He might. Or he might tell you to get your ass dressed. The invitation did say black tie."
Daxton shrugged. "So I'll leave. I can hang out with Phoenix anytime. I don't need this party to tell him welcome home. I already told him that anyway."
Daxton gave him a dirty look then strolled towards Darcia and Phoenix, who were standing just next to where Knox's dad was still entertaining his small group. Darcia was introducing Phoenix to some stuffed shirt and Phoenix was faking a big fucking smile. Knox watched with interest. He couldn't wait till Daxton broke up their little party. No matter what happened, Knox was happy to see Daxton here. It had been ages since Daxton had gone anywhere but work. After that bitch, Darcy, cheated on him, all the life had seemed to have gone out of him. Knox had worried about his brother night and day, spending most weekends at his place, cooking him food and coaxing him to eat it. Bad-mouthing Darcy. Anything he could think of to get his brother back on track. He hated seeing him depressed and alone.
Over the last few weeks, little by little, Daxton seemed to be recovering some of his old self. He'd started smiling again, joking, wearing his stupid shirts. And now he was at the kind of thing Knox knew he hated. If he was there just to fuck with his father's girlfriend, that was even better.
Knox watched as Daxton approached Darcia's little group of three and squeezed in between Phoenix and the old guy. Darcia's gaze did a once-over of Daxton, her tiny little nose already turned up. She stopped to read the words on his shirt and then her eyes widened. She grabbed the old guy by the hand and pulled him away quickly, showing him to the buffet table, throwing deadly glances over her shoulder at Daxton who was now conversing happily with Phoenix like nothing had ever happened.
Knox smirked. Now the fireworks would start. As soon as she got the old dude out of the way she was going to go back and unload on Daxton. Knox wouldn't miss this for the world.
He stayed in his quiet corner and waited for the show to start. The sound of laughter and glasses tinkling washed over him, making him feel strangely nostalgic. He'd seen hundreds of parties in this room. A bitter longing swept through him as he realized he missed his mother. She should be throwing this party to welcome Phoenix home from Afghanistan, not Darcia. Darcia shouldn't be there, using every trick she had to get his father to marry her, trying to act like their step-mother already.
Step-mother!
The waiter brought his highball on a tray and he took a long draw, resisting the urge to snort into the glass. Darcia Murray was a month younger than him, and she was this close to marrying his father, even while his mother wasted away in a rehabilitation center, supposedly clinically insane, refusing to say a word for years now. Even to him.
Knox pushed away the pain that speared through him at the thought and focused on his brothers again. Darcia hadn't returned to them yet. A yard of blonde hair caught his eye and he turned his head to follow it.
A woman walked through the crowd on a man's arm, their backs to Knox. She wore a tight black dress that curved away from her amazing backside. His eyes were drawn to her ass and he felt heat flood into his sex as he imagined fisting that blonde hair and tugging on it, while he buried his cock into the unknown woman, making her whimper.
It had been too long.
He needed a distraction from his life. She would do. He just had to get her away from her date and see if she would agree to his ... requirements. Then he could spend all night distracted and sleep through tomorrow. Maybe something would change by then.
Darcia and Daxton forgotten, he watched the couple. They made their way to the buffet table and the man began filling his plate. The blonde turned and seemed to scan the room. Recognition rocked into him. Brindi Battaini. The hot little private investigator that Hawk introduced him to last week.
He watched her eyes as they traveled over all the males in the room. They stopped on Daxton and Phoenix and her gaze sharpened, her eyebrows pulling together. Daxton looked a lot like him. Maybe she wasn't sure if Daxton was him. He liked that she was looking for him.
Knox pulled himself upright and focused all of his attention on her, making himself tall and broad. Her eyes pulled to him and he lifted his chin and gave her a slight smile.
She smiled broadly and waved as Knox resumed his former relaxed attitude. Would the fact that he knew her make it easier or harder for him to get her home with him? He didn't know, but he was up for the challenge.
He watched her say a word to her date and then walk towards him, enjoying the roll of her hips a little too much. He'd never fucked a PI before, never meeting one he wanted to. Normally, he went for soft, society women, women he met at parties like this or at his father's club, and then took home to shake up their sheltered lives, to give them a hint of bondage and alpha sex without them having to make any decisions beyond their pleasure for the night. The way he'd perfected the game over the years, they all knew exactly what they were getting into before they ever started. One night, blindfolds and restraints, more orgasms than they'd ever had in their life, then off they went.
Brindi reached him, practically bouncing to a stop before him. He swept his eyes down her body in a calculated move. She was hot and he wanted her to know he thought so.
"Knox," she said breathlessly, her smile wide. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person."
She held out her hand to him. Knox took it, but turned it and brought it to his lips. "Miss Battaini," he murmured, keeping his eyes on hers.
"Call me Brindi."
"Brindi," he said softly, her hand still held in his.
She pulled it back and her eyes widened slightly. She was getting the point already.
"Th-Thank you so much for getting me an invite. A party like this is a great opportunity for me." She stammered at first, but then regained her composure.
"Anytime," he said, cocking his eyebrow in a practiced gesture. He'd seen the effect it had on women before. It was his go-to move.
Her smile faltered as she stared at him, trying to figure him out. "I-I brought a date, because, well because..."
Her voice trailed off, as if she wasn't even sure what she was doing. She looked nervously over her shoulder at her date, who was still perusing the food, blissfully unaware of the electricity Knox felt passing between him and Brindi.
He smiled at her, tracing the line of her lips with his gaze. "I generally keep my dance card open," he said. "But I'm regretting that. I should have brought you myself."
Brindi turned her head slightly and stared at him aslant, assessing him. He opened his hands.
What you see is what you get.
Brindi's eyes narrowed. He could almost read her doubts in her face. She had heard something about him. She watched him like she would watch a suspect. "I hope everything turned out ok for your friend, Hawk."
Knox smiled broadly, genuinely. "It did. We found the guy who blew up his house. Everything's back to normal now. Thanks for your help."
Brindi relaxed too. "That's wonderful." She looked over her shoulder again and saw her date searching the room for her. He found her and lifted a tentative hand. She waved back and raised a finger.
One minute.
When she turned back to Knox he could see the disappointment on her face. She wanted to stay with him. All he had to do was get rid of the guy somehow and tonight was a done deal for them. His night was spoken for.