Wicked: Billionaire Rules (Alpha Billionaire New Adult Romance) (8 page)

L
eo led
me up the ornate wood staircase and into an opulent bedroom. I looked at him expectantly with my arms crossed. I still wasn’t sure I forgave him for what he’d done to Celeste. Whatever that was.

He smirked at my obstinate expression before opening French doors that led into a massive walk-in closet. I blinked several times and shook my head, wondering if I was really seeing what I thought I was seeing.

The closet was lined with the most beautiful evening dresses I’d ever seen in my life. I slowly walked into the closet, feeling as if I were in a dream. Each dress was more perfect than the last.

“Choose one. They are all in your size. Quickly now, we need to be to the restaurant by seven.”

I turned to him with my hands plastered to my mouth before running to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.”

“Leo! Did you buy these for me?” I squealed.

“I had them bought for you by a fashion consultant. I’m sure she has better taste in women’s clothes than I do. Now hurry. I’m sure any one will look beautiful on you.”

He kissed the top of my head and walked out of the closet, leaving me alone with a dozen evening dresses. I walked through the closet taking them off the racks one by one and holding them up before me.

How was I supposed to choose! I pulled out of my clothes and began trying them on. I put on a red dress with a full tulle skirt, a white dress in flowing satin, a nude colored dress that hugged my curves deliciously, finally I pulled on a black dress with a silver overlay pattern. It had a scooped neckline, a corset waist, and a fitted skirt with a long slit up the leg.

It showed a dangerous amount of cleavage, but made me feel so sexy, I could barely stand the sight of myself. I began scouring the closet for stockings, shoes and underthings.

I found a perfect bra for the dress. It would keep my full breasts up and keep them from falling out. I put on a black thong and a pair of silk stockings and a smooth black garter belt.

The end of the closet was lined with shoes, and I picked a pair of silver Louboutins. I looked at myself in the mirror, unable to believe it was actually me.

A moment later, a man entered the room, calling out my name.

“I’m here,” I answered from the closet.

“Ms. Glass, I’m here to do your hair and makeup.”

I strode out into the bedroom to find a stylist getting ready for me beside a stylist chair and table. I smiled at him and sat down in the chair.

“Are we doing up or down,” he asked, fussing with my hair.

“Leo likes it down,” I offered.

“Hmm, down it is.” He began to wrap my hair around a big curling iron to make big bouncy curls down my back. Then he created a series of braids with the front of my hair and gathered them around the back of my head.

After he finished my hair, he gave me wide, light eyes with heavy mascara and liner. Next he brushed burgundy lip color over my lips and swept nude blush over my cheeks.

When I stood up to look at myself fully in the mirror, I was blown away. I looked so beautiful. I’d never been able to do my own hair and makeup like this. I looked like a celebrity ready for the red carpet.

“Thank you!” I gushed to the stylist, shaking his hand vigorously. I would have kissed him if I weren’t afraid it would ruin my lipstick.

“You look gorgeous,” he said, giving me air kisses on the cheeks before he left.

A few moments later, Leo stood in the doorway, wearing a tailored tuxedo that fit him like a dream. I gulped and my knees went weak. Leo looked like a movie star or a president. I couldn’t decide which was sexier.

“Kira, you look magnificent.” He swept into the room and turned me around in front of him. “I am going to enjoy taking you out of that.”

T
he restaurant gleamed
with warm golden light from flickering candles and crystal chandeliers that hung from the thirty foot high ceilings. We were shone to a booth in a private corner and Leo helped me sit. The air smelled of butter and herbs as I took a deep breath in. Leo sat on the opposite side of the table, looking at me appreciatively.

I was so awestruck by everything that I was almost able to forget I was still mad at him about Celeste. I wanted to believe that Leo cared about me and this whole European trip was for real. Wishing I could let myself relax and enjoy it, I smiled at Leo and reached across the table to take his hand.

“Thank you for showing me this,” I said.

“Just wait until later,” he said, squeezing my hand.

The waiter brought us a bottle of champagne and poured our glasses. I took a sip, breathing in the nuanced scent. We ate a feast, starting with cheese soufflé-flan served with morels fricassee as our first appetizer. Next we had lobster on tomato gelee, avocado and a medley of vegetables with turmeric oil, before moving on to the main course of caramelized plume of Iberico pork, creamy polenta, and golden Belgian endives. By the time we were served our dessert of a bubble sugar sphere filled with a mint sorbet, raspberries, and mint foam, my taste buds would never be the same again. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to eat another McDonald’s cheeseburger.

After dinner we climbed into the limo and rode through the streets of downtown Amsterdam. I leaned into Leo and kissed him on the cheek. I couldn’t stop smiling. So far it was one of the best nights of my life. He treated me like a princess, and I could definitely get used to living like this. The reality of my cold, little apartment in New York seemed like a distant memory that belonged to someone else.

I threaded my fingers through his and squeezed tightly, feeling my heart bursting in my chest. This night couldn’t be more perfect. When I looked into Leo’s eyes, I saw that strange sadistic gleam and was taken aback.

The limo stopped and we stepped out in front of a modern building, constructed of chrome and glass. Inside the tall doors, we walked down a wide hallway and techno music reverberated through my bones. A drag queen handed us ornate masks as we approached the end of the hall. Mine looked like a peacock and Leo’s was simple black.

My heart thumped hard as Leo gripped my hand almost too tight. When the wall gave way to the club floor, my mouth dropped open in shock. Everyone in the room was wearing formal clothing and face masks. The air was heavy with sex and perfume as a pale, slender woman spread her legs wide on the stage above the crowd. She sat upon a platform and inserted a massive dildo inside her heavily lubricated core.

Leo tugged me behind him as I stumbled, stunned, through the room. He led me to a private booth above the crowd where we had an unobstructed view of the performance.

I sat down, my head beginning to swim from the champagne at dinner. Leo looked at me like a kid in a candy store. I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I could stomach the “entertainment” he’d been so keen on showing me.

I leaned over to speak in his ear, “This isn’t one of those shows where a woman fucks a donkey, is it?”

He threw his head back and laughed. It was loud even over the thumping music. He leaned into me, the heat of his cheek against mine. “That’s next week. I’m afraid we’re going to miss it.”

“Gross!” I shouted, disgusted and vaguely intrigued. Was that even legal? I shivered just thinking about the mechanics of such a thing.

Two men came out on stage and knelt on either side of the woman. They began to run their tongues over her naked body, taking her nipples in their mouths as they caressed her skin.

She moaned loudly, the sound amplified through speakers. It carried over the throbbing rhythm of the music. The men raised their mouths to hers and began to kiss her all at once.

The woman continued to pound herself with the long, wide black dildo, while she fingered her swollen mound. The men played with her nipples and breasts until suddenly, the woman seemed to tense up and began to convulse.

She let out a long, low moan and the audience cheered. After the clapping died down, the woman removed the dildo and pranced off stage. The two men who were left behind kissed each other passionately. They were dressed in strips of leather, their penises erect and naked. One of the men handcuffed the other, the shorter and more slender of the two.

The larger man bent the smaller one over the platform the woman had just been on and began to flog him with a leather whip. My sex clenched, reminding me of my own wickedness. How could I find this display arousing? I bit my lip and scowled at myself as I squirmed in my seat.

Once the larger man was done whipping the smaller one, he pushed him down on his knees and thrust his cock inside the smaller man’s mouth. Holding his head firmly in his hands, the larger man thrust deeply down the other’s throat.

My eyes widened as my sex dripped moisture into my expensive panties. I closed my eyes but I could still hear the sound of the men moaning and slurping. I opened them and looked over at Leo. He had a gleam in his eye that frightened me.

Once the larger man was satisfied he pushed the smaller one back over the platform and began to part his ass cheeks. The smaller man had his hands handcuffed behind his back and nipple clamps that pinched his small, red nipples.

I couldn’t look away as the larger man poured lubricant over his cock and began to press it into the smaller man’s ass hole. My pussy was throbbing, and I squeezed my legs together, trying to make the pressure go away.

Slowly, the larger man sank his big dick into the other man’s behind. As he thrust deep inside, I made a little yelp. He reached around and began to jerk off the smaller man as he pumped into his back door.

Leo reached over and gripped my hand. I felt panicked. My head was floating somewhere up on the ceiling. Where was I? What was going on?

I had nothing against gay sex, but the fact that I was watching it live in a room full of people made me flush hot and cold. I was so uncomfortable and so turned on, I felt faint.

I heard the light buzz of Leo’s phone and he frowned as he looked at the screen. He leaned over to me and spoke into my ear.

“I have to take this call,” he said before standing to leave.

I was left alone in the booth, watching live anal sex between two men. They were groaning in tandem. The one standing was grinding into his partner as he bobbed his hand up and down on the smaller one’s cock.

I covered my eyes and looked through the space between my fingers. The one on the bottom moaned loud and sprayed his cum on the black padded platform as the top one shuddered and came inside the smaller one’s ass.

They rested for a moment as the crowd cheered and clapped for the performance. I slumped in my chair as cold sweat dripped down my temple and my clit begged to be touched.

An announcer told the audience there would be an intermission and the stage curtains closed. I found a playbill and fanned myself with it, feeling over hot and freezing cold at the same time.

I looked around, waiting for Leo to come back, but he wasn’t who I saw standing in the door of our booth.

T
he man standing
in the doorway had a lit joint in his hand. The pungent smell of marijuana wafted through my booth. He walked over to me and sat in Leo’s chair.

“You look like you could use a hit of this,” he said, offering the joint to me. I looked at the hand rolled cigarette and then up at his face.

“I’m Pieter by the way.”

“Kira.”

He was young and handsome in a very European, metro-sexual kind of way, with spiked light blond hair and bright blue eyes. He wore an eye patch like a pirate. I pinched the joint in my fingers and took a drag.

I wasn’t a regular pot smoker by any means. I’d smoked a few times, at parties, so wasn’t terrified that he offered. Plus, it was legal in Amsterdam, right?

Taking a drag, I looked around for Leo. My heart was still pounding, and I felt like I was sweating out of every pore. The relaxing sensation of the marijuana washed over me almost instantly. God, I needed to relax. I suddenly felt much better, good in fact.

“So, you’re Leo’s new girl,” he said, taking the joint back and pulling another drag. He handed it back to me and I took a long hit, before I coughed up a bunch of smoke.

I handed it back, waving the air in front of me while I tried to catch my breath. “I’m not sure if I’d call myself ‘Leo’s new girl’,” I said, still trying to control my cough.

“He has enough of them from what I’ve seen,” Pieter told me in a thick Dutch accent.

I drew my brows together and stared at him, finally catching my breath. My stomach sank. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you were Celeste,” he said. “He was with her for a while. Before that it was Monica. Before Monica, it was Bethany. Before Bethany it was…”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear any more.” I grabbed the joint and took another long drag. My mind went foggy, and I began to feel as if I was having an out of body experience. Was I really in Holland? Who the hell was Leo Cole anyway? What was this blond dude talking about?

“Why did you think I was Celeste?” I asked, my voice sounding like I was underwater.

“Celeste was having Leo’s baby,” he said before quickly standing up and scurrying out of the booth.

A second later, Leo took my hand and led me out of the room and down a narrow hallway. The music thumped and my head swam in a dizzy haze. The room seemed foggy and smelled of smoke and perfume.

I heard the faint sound of moaning and thumping as if people were having sex behind every door we passed. Laughter echoed off the walls as people with bright smiles passed in their face masks.

I thought I might faint or go insane. I wanted to know what had happened to Celeste. Leo had not once mentioned her to me. He’d never mentioned the baby either. Anger surged inside me as Leo brought me into a new room.

I looked around and found myself in a modern looking bedroom with high end furnishings. I stumbled when I realized there were other people in the room besides Leo and me.

Hands reach out and pulled me down onto the bed. Attractive men and women in their bras and underwear hovered over me, running their fingers up my legs and pulling my clothes off.

They wore their masks and I couldn’t see their faces. Leo stood across the room, his face cold and impassive, watching me being touched by a group of strangers.

Slender fingers reached under my panties as someone claimed my mouth in a deep kiss. Hands rubbed my body, loosening my inhibitions and turning me on.

The fingers inside my panties sank inside my damp folds and pressed my mound. I gasped as she rubbed my clit in a tight little circle. Her expert fingers knew exactly how to work my body, and I felt like putty in her hands.

I moaned under the demanding kiss as someone else unzipped my dress and pulled it down my chest. Hands slipped inside my bra and pinched my nipple.

My head was so dazed I didn’t really know what was going on. Pieter had just told me about Celeste. Leo was standing across the room watching strangers undress me and play with my body.

Disgusted, I pushed up on the bed. As I tried to stand, the hands reached out to me and attempted to pull me back down.

“No!” I screamed, pulling my dress away from a grasping hand. Everything felt like a bad dream. Colors and lights flashed around me and the room tilted. I saw Leo walking toward me, his lips pursed. His eyes were narrowed at me behind his mask.

He reached for me, but I yanked away. “No!” I yelled again, pulling the zipper up on my dress. I stumbled toward the door and flung it open. Out in the hallway, I stumbled down the long rug that led to the main room of the club.

Music pulsed and I could vaguely make out the forms of more people on stage, a dozen of them, writhing in time with each other’s bodies and the pumping music. It was a full on orgy up there.

My stomach twisted and I ran out the front hall and into the dark cold night. I’d left my coat inside the club. The cold bit my skin as I ran aimlessly down the street.

Street lights glowed over the cobblestone. Where the hell was I? I heard Leo’s voice behind me, but I didn’t want to ever speak to him again. Too disgusted and furious to listen to my rational mind, I sprinted down the sidewalk in my four inch heels.

I rounded a corner and ran out of breath. Doubling over, I gripped my side. I had to get away from this insanity. I had limits, boundaries. How could he bring me to a place like this?

A warm hand gripped my arm and spun me around. I fell against a hard chest and could smell the crisp scent of Leo’s cologne.

“Let me go, you pervert.”

“Don’t fight me, Kira,” he said, walking me backward until my back was against a cool stone wall. He pressed into me and I could feel him hard against my stomach. My sex clenched and I moaned as he leaned down to kiss me.

I let him take me for a split second but then pushed away. “No!” I screamed at him. “Take me home right now. Don’t touch me!”

Leo pressed a button on his cell phone and a moment later the limo was there, door open, the light on inside. My coat lay on the seat.

I climbed in, freezing and shaking. I rubbed my arms as the heat of the limo warmed my chilled blood. Leo stepped in and the limo screeched off into the night.

We made it back to the villa a few moments later and I stormed inside. When I found it to the room that was mine, I slammed the door behind me. I wanted to check my bank account and book a flight out of Holland as soon as possible.

I couldn’t take the lies and deceit a second longer. Trying to put me in the middle of an orgy was beyond the pale. I would never forgive him for that.

After I quickly changed into something comfortable, I sat down at the desk in front of my laptop and checked my bank account. Sure enough, the twenty grand was there. I breathed a sigh of relief and then went about checking flights back to New York.

I booked a flight for early the next morning, locked the door, and got into bed.