The Billionaire’s Bride by L. Steele

23

Ava

"Oh." I swallow, "OH." Those filthy possessive words send heat racing down my spine.

I’d heard a noise and woken up from my dazed half-slumber to see Baron moving away from the door. I had a vague recollection of Edward carrying me up to his bedroom, and then to the ensuite. There he'd propped me up under the stream of water, then proceeded to wash every inch of my body. I'd barely managed to keep my eyes open as he'd cleaned himself. Then he'd dried me and himself, before carrying me to his bed.

I’d wanted to resist, but I had been so pleasantly tired, and besides, I didn’t want to sleep alone. So, when he’d spooned me, I had snuggled into his embrace. I’d enjoyed the heat of his body, the feeling of ownership that his heavy arm around my waist had evoked. That is, until I’d spotted Baron. I’d seen him leaving and I knew he must be upset. Despite the guys insisting that it was fine for me to sleep with either of them, they were both too possessive, too alpha to not get jealous when I was with the other. It’s why I had crept out from under Edward’s embrace, and followed Baron down to the study. It’s also why I hadn’t worn any clothes.

Not that I want to seduce him… Ha! Of course, I do. But maybe it’s also this sense of mischief rearing its head inside of me.

Could he actually refuse me if I turned up naked in front of him? Would he turn away from me as he had done the last time? Guess I am about to find out.

"Come 'ere." Baron crooks a finger at me.

I hesitate and he glares at me. "Don’t defy me, Eve," he rumbles. "Come here, now."

His voice propels me forward. I pause in front of him.

"Good girl." He smirks and that edge of danger in his smile... OMG, he’s the original bad boy, all right. He takes another swig from his whiskey bottle, then holds the bottle over my chest and tips it. The scent of woodsy alcohol deepens and the liquid trickles down my breasts.

He leans in, drags his tongue down the trail. He circles my breast, bites down on my nipple, and I shudder. He follows the stream down to my belly button, swirls his tongue in the hollow. Goosebumps pop on my skin. "Oh," I gasp. "Oh, my."

He laps his way down the slight swell of my belly, across the soft flesh of my pussy.

My thighs clench.

He nips on my engorged clit and my knees seem to give way. I stumble, and he grips my hip, holding me in place. He drops to his knees, buries his nose in my core and inhales. The gesture is so damn erotic. OMG. My nipples pebble and my thighs clench.

Heat explodes up my spine and my belly trembles.

He places the bottle of alcohol on the floor, grips the outside of my thighs. The calluses on his fingers chafe the sensitive skin, and my core clenches. A fat drop of cum slides out from between my pussy lip and he’s instantly there. He laps it up, licks his lips, then stares up at me from under hooded eyelashes. "You drive me insane, Ava," he growls. "You taste so fucking sweet that I swear, no dessert will ever compare to the taste of you."

"Baron," I whisper, and he shakes his head.

"Don’t talk," he warns. "Not one fucking word out of you, understand?"

I nod.

He lowers his gaze back to my pussy, stares at it. He urges me to part my legs, and heat flushes my cheeks, spreads over my chest. I force myself to watch as he continues to gaze at my flesh like it is the single most important thing in the world. The absolute attention he bestows on me is so hot, so damn sexy. Something hot stabs at my chest. I wriggle my hips, shuffle my feet, and he makes a warning noise at the back of his throat.

The rough sound chafes at my nerve-endings. My breath catches in my throat.

He blows on my heated flesh, and I shiver.

"All the time I was imprisoned behind enemy lines, every single moment that I was tortured, I swore to myself that if I ever got out, I’d live life to the fullest, never regret a single moment. I told myself that I’d fuck every single pussy I could get my dick into. Then I met you." He chuckles, "Turns out, I only wanted one wet hole. One tight, moist space to call my own. Why is it that you feel so much like home, Ava? Why?"

The pressure builds behind my eyes. A teardrop rolls down my cheek as he flicks out his tongue and swipes up from my opening to the swollen nub of my clit.

The rough texture of his tongue, the burn of the alcohol, the heat of his mouth... All of it goes to my head. The world spins. I grab at him, digging my fingers into his hair to steady myself.

He lowers his head, licking me again and again. He swipes his tongue between my pussy lips, swirling that wicked tongue around my clit. He bites down on my swollen core and I swear, I almost come right then. A whine escapes me as he thrusts his tongue inside my melting channel and proceeds to eat me. He weaves his tongue in and out of me, in and out; brings his hand down to grind the heel of his palm into my clit, and the climax sweeps up from my toes.

He pulls away and my orgasm recedes. I’m almost there… Almost. He rises to his feet and I blink. I open my mouth and he shakes his head. He walks around to stand behind me, and I force myself to focus. The heat from his big body pours over me, sinks into my blood. He leans in and his hot breath sears my ear. "Bend over."

"Wh…what?"

"You heard me." He bites the shell of my ear and I shiver. "Bend over the desk, or I’ll make you do it."

He steps back.

I gape at him.

He jerks his chin toward the desk, "Go on."

I frown and he clicks his tongue, "Do it. Or do you want me to make you—?" He takes a step forward.

I skitter back, toss my hair over my shoulder. Fine, if he thinks he can coerce me into bending to his will… He is absolutely right. I walk to the desk, lower my head onto my folded arms. Then I have to part my legs to accommodate the angle. Bet the alphahole knew that already.

I turn my head, press my cheek onto my arms. Heat envelops me and I know he’s come up to stand behind me. I glance at him over my shoulder.

He shakes his head. "Don’t move."

I frown, and he flattens his palm at the small of my back. He applies just enough pressure that I am forced to stay still.

He plants his thigh between mine, kicking my legs apart. Cool air hits the exposed skin between my legs, and I shiver. He palms my butt and a shudder runs up my spine. He drags his fingers up the seam of my pussy and my toes curl. My heartbeat ratchets up. He continues up the valley between my buttcheeks, playing with my puckered hole.

"Who took you here last Ava?"

I bite down on my lower lip.

"Tell me." His voice lowers to a hush, and damn him, when he uses that tone, I can’t refuse him.

"Y-you," I stutter, "you did."

"Good."

I gaze at him from the corner of my eyes, in time to see him spit on his fingers. He slides his digit inside my backhole and I wince.

"Shh," he murmurs, "let me prep you."

"That’s what I am afraid of."

"What did you say…?"

"I said—"Oh shit, shit, shit.

He nods.

"What did I say about speaking?"

You told me to shut up, you prick.

"Exactly." He smirks. "And did I tell you how I would punish you for your disobedience?”

I swallow, then shake my head.

"Guess I saved the best for the last, then, didn’t I?"

He steps away and to the side, so I can’t see him anymore. What the hell? I gulp. What the hell is he up to? I sense him move a second before his palm connects with my backside.

I jump. To be honest, it didn’t hurt. It’s more my ego that’s taking a beating. What the hell is wrong with this man? I crane my neck, and he places his palm again on the small of my back. He holds me down with his hand even as his other palm connects with my backside. The shock of the impact courses through my veins. I yelp, bracing myself as he spanks me on one arse cheek, then the next, and again, alternating between the left and right cheeks until my entire backside seems to be aflame.

A trembling courses up my legs and my core clenches. My belly flip-flops and moisture drools from between my legs. I will not allow myself to be turned on, will not. I curl my fingers into fists, dig my heels into the ground as he pauses. He massages my burning butt cheeks with one large palm. The calluses on his fingers chafe against the sensitized flesh. Goosebumps pop on my skin. My thighs clench.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.This is not good. How can I be so aroused by what is, clearly, meant to be a punishment? He’s trying to humiliate me, and I like it. Shit, what craziness is this? Where’s your ego? Your pride in yourself? All gone… Kaput… Shredded to pieces by the asshole who dips his finger into my pussy. "You’re soaking wet, Eve," he rumbles.

No shit, Einstein.

He drags the moisture up to my backhole, smears it around the rim. Scoops up more of my cum and slides his soaked digit inside my puckered hole. He slides his finger in and out of me and pinpricks of heat swirl out from the contact. He adds a second finger and I huff, grip the edge of the desk as he stretches me, preps me.

"Who’d have thought you had a taste for spanking, hmm? Makes me wonder what other secrets you’re hiding from me."

As if I am going to tell you.I snicker and he pauses, then drives his fingers in and out of me at an increased pace. My toes curl, my belly clenches, and more moisture pools between my legs. He lowers his face into my line of sight. "I am going to wipe that smile off your face." He smirks. "By the time I am done, you’ll remember nothing except my touch, my scent, the feel of my dick owning you, my cock buried deep inside your most forbidden place, you riding me, you coming all over me, you and me, baby, just us, you get me?"

I swallow, hold his gaze. The blue in his eyes deepens to a brilliant azure. Then he straightens. I hear the rasp of his zipper being lowered. The next moment, the crown of his shaft teases my back entrance.

Oh, hell.I draw in a breath and he pauses.

He drags his hand up my back, wraps his finger around the nape of my neck. He bends, placing his cheek next to mine. "Relax," he whispers, "I’ve got you."

I swallow. It’s the same words Edward had told me. Shit, this is getting so very complicated. So bloody complicated, with no solution in sight.

I must have tensed against him, for he drags his hand down the side of my breast, down my hip, and around to strum my pussy lips. He teases my clit and a moan drips from my lips. "Beautiful," he murmurs, "you’re fucking beautiful, Ava. If I die, this is the last sound I want to hear. Your voice calling out for me as you give in to the orgasm that I am going to fuck out of you."

He slips his fingers inside my soaking pussy, moving them in and out of me. Heat sizzles out from the contact. I give in to his touch, my muscles relax, and he slips past my sphincter. Too much, too full. I can feel him all the way inside of me. I gasp and sweat beads my brow as he straightens. I sense his gaze sweep down my back, to where we are connected. "If you could only see yourself Eve," he growls, "you’re the fucking hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on." He pulls back, then slips inside again and a groan tumbles from my lips. "F-u-c-k," he growls, bending over me. The heat from his big body surrounds me, cocoons me, cajoles me into parting my legs wider, allowing him to slip even further inside as he increases the pace at which he finger-fucks me. My entire body bucks, and his grip on my neck tightens. His fingers are long enough to wrap around my throat, impeding the flow of air. He pulls out again, then propels forward, burying himself inside me with such force, the entire desk shudders. He speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, even as he fucks my arse.

I try to draw in a breath, but my lungs burn and spots of black dot the edges of my vision. He thrusts into me, hits a spot deep inside, at the same time as he curves his fingers inside my channel. The climax whispers out from my womb, swoops up my spine. He releases the hold on my neck and orders, "Come."

Instantly, the orgasm roars forward, crashes behind my eyes. Floating. Darkness. Peace. When I open my eyes, I find him staring into my face.

I hold his gaze, bring a finger up to touch his mouth. "Kiss me?" I rasp. My throat hurts. Did I scream? I must have. It’s the only reason I can imagine my throat feels so raw, right?

He brushes his lips across mine once, twice. So sweet. My eyelids flutter down as he straightens, pulling out of me. He hauls me up and into his arms as I yawn widely.

"You need to eat," he mutters, and I shake my head.

"Sleep… I need to sleep." I yawn again and my jaw cracks.

He chuckles, then pulls me close. I curl into his chest, closing my eyes.

I fall into a deep sleep, and when I open my eyes, I am in bed. I stare at the broad back, the dark hair, the tattoo of the snake crawling up his back and know the man I am staring at is Edward. I try to turn and find I can’t move. Glance down to find a thick arm around my waist. Follow the corded muscles up to find Baron is behind me… He’s spooning me. I swallow. I am in bed with both of them? Is that good? Not like I am trying to hide from one what I'm doing with the other, right? Shouldn’t it be easier like this...? So why do I feel uncomfortable, like I've been caught doing something wrong?

How did I get here anyway? I frown. I fell asleep in Baron’s arms. And he carried me up here to Edward’s bed? Why the hell would he do that? Does he want to cause a massive disagreement, or what? I try to push his hand off of me, but of course, it’s too heavy. Bloody hell. There’s movement next to me. The hair on the nape of my neck prickles. I glance up to meet Edward’s amber gaze.