The Complete Bad Boy Series (5 in 1): Best Billionaire Romance Collection (Bad Boy Billionaire Stepbrother Romance Paranormal Series) (5 page)

“I’m coming Lars. Nnnghh!”

More fluid and his cock seemed to slip deeper with the slickness. “Mmm come for me baby. I want more of your hot seed. Fill me up Lars!”

He moved faster, his face determined as he watched her moan and convulse above him. Each stroke in prolonged her pleasure and soon she was begging him to come so that she could have a moment. He just felt so damn good that it was hard for her to ever think of the feeling stopping.

“Are you on birth control?”

She shook her head and he seemed to like the answer, because the next moment he was coming deep inside of her. They were fucking raw and she had nothing with her. She finally collapsed against his chest and whimpered again when the length pushed deeper. He had starting to go down, but it was already growing again when she started to get off of him.

“I want more. All day.”

“I am sore Lars.”

“Do you really want me to take it out?”

His hips were rising with the words and her eyes were already closing in the incredible feel of him inside of her. He jabbed deep and she squealed. “Fuck me, just fuck me please.”

“Tell me that I can have you whenever I want you.”

She braced her hands to his chest and tried to move him along, her insides clenching while she rode him slowly. She was too sore and too wiped out to do much more. She didn’t want to agree to anything but that moment and that feel inside of her. She whined at the request.

“Now or I am not going to touch you ever again.”

“Yes fine. Always, just please fuck me!”

“That goes for when the parents get home. I want you naked in a bed when I tell you to.”

Drew had alarms going off in her head, but she would have agreed to anything. “Please God, just do it. Yes, Anytime anywhere, just please let me come!”

He grinned at her declaration. He had every intention on holding her to her promises and when he rolled her back onto her back, he started to slam into her as hard as he could. Her whimpers were like the best symphony and he knew that he was going to want to hear it every single night, though he may have to get a gag for her when their parents got back in town. It was a big house, but his sister was exceptionally loud.

Ronan walked through the night, searching the streets for his next kill. He was thirsty; it had been too long since he'd felt warm blood coursing through his veins. As he walked, he watched the people. So far all he had seen were couples and families. He was looking for someone, anyone, who screamed "bad guy." Just because he was considered the "living dead" didn't mean he had to be bad. So he didn't kill the innocent—only those who would harm the innocent.

He walked further into the city, away from the water. His boots thudded against the ground and the cold air blew against his face. Ronan followed his feet, wandering aimlessly. He had been a vampire for nearly a century, wandering from country to country as he feasted off of the blood of black souls. He'd began his journey in Ireland, his homeland, and now he found himself in Seattle, Washington, exploring the streets there.

A small store on the corner caught his attention, its lights shining out into the darkness. Inside sat a beautiful woman with red hair and green eyes. She sat at her desk, fingers furiously flying across her keyboard. She bit her lip, staring into the computer screen and shook her head in frustration. Her curls were pulled back in a ponytail and they swayed back and forth.

As he watched her, Ronan forgot all about his hunt for blood. Instead, he found himself fascinated by her movements, wondering about who she was. He was aware of the time passing, of his thirst, but he no longer cared. His only desire was to study her.

Adara sat in her bookstore late one evening, logging inventory. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but a single curl remained by her forehead. Her bookstore was now closed, but she still had work to do. Because she owned her own business, she worked odd hours, often late into the night. As she logged her inventory, she sighed. Her numbers weren't adding up and she grew frustrated.

Staring into the computer screen, Adara willed her brain to figure out what she was missing. This was the third month in a row that she'd had discrepancies in her inventory, which likely meant that someone was stealing from her shop. But she was so careful, watching each person who entered the bookstore and each person who left.

Eventually she decided it was time to head home. The hum of the computer quieted as she powered it down and prepared to leave. After gathering her purse from the back room, she walked through the front door, making sure to double check that she had locked it. It was nearly twelve o'clock and the streets were empty as she walked to her car. Her apartment wasn't too far away, but because she often worked late hours, she usually drove herself to the store so she didn't have to walk in the dark.

She arrived at her apartment, parking along the street. The mail slots were to the left as she walked through the door to her building and she used her key to open her mailbox. She found a package and a couple of bills, but nothing pressing. Even though her apartment was on the third floor, Adara usually took the stairs. She liked the bit of activity it added to her day. However, she was tired from working so late, so she made an exception and took the elevator.

The door to the elevator opened onto her floor and Adara realized it was dark. The hallway light must have burned out. As she passed the stairs, Adara thought she saw somebody standing about halfway down. She did a double take, but saw no one. Shaking her head, she figured she must be imagining things.

Once she was in her apartment, she made a cup of tea while she prepared for bed. She planned to read for a short time to calm her mind before going to bed. Once the tea was ready, she walked into her room and set the cup on her nightstand. The book she had picked to read had been recently published and was written by one of her favorite authors.

Climbing into her bed, she picked up the book and began to read. After a moment, Adara thought she heard a noise from her front room. She waited, listening more closely, but heard nothing else. It wasn't long before she found herself nodding off to sleep, so she closed her book and turned off the lamp on her nightstand, bathing the room in darkness.

Ronan waited, listening until the woman's breathing evened and he was sure she was asleep. He then moved through her apartment, making his way into her bedroom. As she slept, Ronan stood over the woman, watching. She looked peaceful and he couldn't resist lightly brushing his fingers against her face. Her skin was warm against his fingers and he could feel the blood pumping through her veins.

After a time, he moved about her apartment, trying to find out as much about her as he could. He saw from the mail on her coffee table that her name was Adara—an Irish name. On the walls hung pictures of who he assumed to be her parents and a brother. She had no other pictures which likely meant she wasn't in a relationship and she had no children.

She had a bookshelf that reached from the floor to the ceiling that was tucked up against a wall. He read through the titles and was surprised to find they were mostly older books that would have been published around the time he was born. He pulled a book out and flipped through it, recalling the words to his time. This book had been one of his favorites before he was changed and he had spent a significant amount of time reading it.

Next he moved on to her DVD collection, which he found was very limited. Most of her movies were those that had been made in the 1940's and 1950's. She had few modern movies and most of those were critically acclaimed. Finally, he went through her purse, looking at the things she kept in it.

His thirst began to press on him, so he decided it was time to leave. He went back to watch her for another moment. As he entered her room, she began to mumble to herself in her sleep. Even with his enhanced hearing, Ronan couldn't understand what she was saying. The sounds she made were incoherent jumbles. Before leaving, he leaned over her, taking in a deep breath. He could smell the blood beneath her skin, but he detected something else—a softer, calmer smell. Unable to figure out exactly what it was, Ronan finally left and continued his hunt.

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The next morning, Adara woke up still feeling groggy. She'd had dreams all night that a man moved about her apartment while she slept, sometimes watching over her, sometimes sorting through her possessions. The dream left her feeling disturbed and uncomfortable.

Once she pulled herself out of bed, walked to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee running. On her way, she checked her deadbolt, finding that it was still locked. Shaking her head, she headed into the kitchen and started her coffee brewing. Deciding she needed a shower, Adara headed into her bathroom and turned the water onto hot. She hoped the intense heat would help her mind clear.

As she showered, she ran the numbers of her inventory through her mind one more time. She just couldn't figure out what was happening and it bothered her. Once she was done, Adara dressed, added a small amount of make-up to her face and applied lotion to her arms and legs. Finally, she towel-dried her hair and applied some gel and hairspray in order to keep it in order.

She then walked into her kitchen and poured her coffee while cooking herself a quick breakfast. She still felt groggy, but the caffeine from the coffee quickly helped to wake her up. Deciding she couldn't delay it any longer, Adara left to go to her store. She usually loved it there, but her frustration from the numbers not adding up had her hesitating. In order to relieve some frustration, she decided to walk.

When she arrived, Adara found that she had a customer waiting. She was a regular customer and Adara told her, "Come on in" after she'd unlocked the door. The woman walked in and began to wander the aisles while Adara walked to her desk to work on her numbers once more.

The day wore on and the decision was made that there was definitely a thief entering her store on a regular basis. She decided she would have to close early and head to an electronics store in order to purchase cameras that she would install throughout the store.

Toward the end of her day, a man wandered in with sunglasses on. He nodded once to her and began to browse the shelves of the store. She watched as he wandered and noticed he kept his sunglasses over his eyes. Her father had regularly suffered from migraines and often wore his sunglasses inside, so she figured this man had a similar problem.

Because it was winter, the sun had already set. Her regular closing hours were seven o'clock, but she sometimes would let customers stay past those hours when she knew she would be working late. However, because she needed to run to the store, she needed him to finish in the next fifteen minutes. It took him about ten minutes before he walked up to her with a book in his hands. He set it on the counter and smiled at her.

"Hi," she said. "Just the one book?"

The man nodded. "Yep, though I'll probably be back. This store is fascinating."

Adara smiled. "Thank you. It's my pride and joy."

"You own it?" he asked.

"Yes, I do," Adara told him. "Books have always been a passion of mine."

"Yeah, me too," he said.

She placed the book into a bag and handed it to him. "Thanks for coming in. Hopefully we'll see you soon."

The man smiled. "I'm sure you will."

Finally he left and Adara closed up the shop, double-checking to make certain she had locked the door. She then drove herself to the electronics store and began to look through the security systems they had. An employee walked up to her to help and they became involved in a discussion about which system would be best.

It took a while, but Adara finally decided which system she thought would work for what she needed. The employee walked with her to the cash register, helping her carry one of the boxes she needed. She hoped this would do the trick and allow her to catch whoever it was that had been stealing from her.  If not, she didn't know what she was going to do.

Ronan watched as Adara talked to the employee at the electronics store. He stood across the store, but he could hear that she was looking for a security system. Wondering what she needed one for, Ronan pretended to shop while he listened.

Finally, she was done and bought her system before leaving. He followed her out of the store and back to her shop, running to keep up with her car. As he watched, she attempted to install the system. It was clear that was struggling and he debated volunteering to help. He didn't want to give her the creep vibes, especially after being at her store earlier in the day. However, after a time, he decided she could use the help. He had been standing in the shadows next a building across the street, so he walked across the road and stepped up to her as she tried to install a camera above her door. "Would you like some help?" he asked.

Adara jumped, nearly dropping the camera. "Oh, um...Actually, that would be great. Do you live near here or something?"

Ronan nodded. "Yes, just a few blocks away." It was a lie, but she wouldn't ever know. "Here, let's just start with this..." Ronan took the camera from here and in moments had it installed. Then he directed her to what she needed to do while they installed the rest of the security system. It only took them thirty minutes to get the entire thing installed.

Finally, they were done and Adara sat on the chair in front of her computer. "Thank you so much," she told him. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"It wasn't a problem," he told her. That was also a lie. He had struggled the entire time, smelling her blood and craving the feel of the flow that was created when he bit into a vein. He had remained strong, though, and held onto his will. This was not a woman he wanted to kill. Rather, he wanted to get to know her.

Ronan asked if he could walk her home, knowing that she had driven herself to the store.

Adara shook her head. "No, I'm fine, thank you. But I would like to make this up to you. I really appreciate your help."

"That's not necessary," Ronan told her. "I saw you struggling and didn't have anything to do. Anybody would have done it."

"Well, still. Let me make it up to you. Could I make you dinner sometime?" she asked.

"No, really, I can't let you do that. How about we go for a walk along the beach, instead? Tomorrow night?" Ronan said. He couldn't let her cook for him, since he couldn't really eat anything she made him.

Adara laughed. "That sounds nice. It's been a while since I've been to the beach."

"Great. I'll pick you up here after you close?" Ronan questioned.

"Yes," Adara nodded. "I'll see you then."

Ronan then walked away, wondering what he had gotten himself into. He worried about whether or not Adara would wonder about his motivations. He didn't want to scare her away.