The Billionaire’s Bride by L. Steele

44

Ava

The cloth tears. I yelp, glancing down to find he’s torn my camisole right down the middle. He lowers his mouth to my breast and bites down on my nipple.

"Oh, my god," I huff, "Baron."

"Shh." His hot breath sears my skin. He licks the swollen bud, then turns his attention to my other breast. He swirls his tongue around the nub of my nipple, and my pussy clenches. He glances up at me as he closes his hot mouth around my aching flesh. Goosebumps rise on my skin. He increases the pressure around my neck and my breath catches.

"Baron," I whisper, "please."

He bares his teeth as he reaches between us. He slides his fingers inside my panties. His fingertips brush my soaking center and I shudder. Closing his palm around my pussy, he squeezes. Heat shivers out from his touch. I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand there, and his eyes gleam.

"Who does your pussy belong to, Ava?" he growls.

"You," I groan, "it belongs to you."

He slides two fingers inside me and I gasp, "And your cunt?" he asks. "Who does your cunt belong to?"

"You," I gasp, "only you."

He brings his face close to mine, as he pulls out his fingers, only to shove them in between my lips.

"And your mouth?" His gaze intensifies, "Who does your mouth belong to?"

"You." The sound emerges garbled as I speak through his fingers, "You, Baron."

He nods. He pulls his fingers out, wipes them on my chest, and the gesture is so filthy, so hot that I have to squeeze my thighs together again. His nostrils flare and a pulse beats to life at his temples. He reaches down to slide his fingers between my arse cheeks. His fingers brush my backhole and I flinch. "And this hole?" He growls, "Who will you let inside here, sweet Eve?"

"You." I moan, "only you—"

He pulls back, only to shove his fingers between us. He snaps the delicate strap that holds up my panties and I shiver. He reaches down, positions his dick against my entrance. "I am going to fuck you now, Eve."

He hooks an arm under my knee, pulling up my leg so it is bent and next to my chest, then he plunges forward.

A scream rips from me as he buries himself to the hilt. Too much. Too full. I throw my arms about his shoulders, holding on, as he stays there, filling me, stretching me, possessing me. His dick throbs inside of me. Every hard ridge imprinted against my melting channel.

"Fuck," he groans, "you’re so fucking tight, Eve."

He pulls out, then propels his hips and impales me again. His balls slap against my butt, his cock lengthens, thickens, as he begins to fuck me. He pounds up and into me, and my entire body bucks. The headboard of the bed hits the wall, something crashes to the ground. I can’t stop the giggle that bubbles up, and his gaze intensifies. "You find this funny, Eve?"

His fingers around my throat tighten as he pulls out, stays poised at the rim of my entrance, only to propel forward as he buries himself inside me again and again. He hits that spot deep inside of me that makes me tremble.

"Oh, my god, Baron. Oh, Baron."

He thrusts into me again as his fingers tighten around my neck. Darkness mars the edge of my vision as he pounds into me. The climax rips up my legs, threatens to overwhelm me. That’s when he loosens his grip on my neck. He lowers his mouth to mine and commands, "Come," and I shatter.

My orgasm shrieks over me, or maybe that’s me screaming. He closes his mouth over mine, absorbs every last sound I make as he continues to nail me. In and out, in and out. My entire body shudders. The aftershocks grip me as he rips his mouth from mine, pushes his forehead against mine and groans. He pulls out of me, releasing his hold on my neck and leans back on his haunches as he comes.

He paints my stomach and chest with hot streams of white. He drags his fingers up his cock as he squeezes out every last drop. Then he rubs his cum into my breasts, down my stomach, into my pussy. Then he flips me over. He pulls me up so I am poised on my knees and forearms. He scoops up the cum, slathers it into my back entrance, then fits himself there. I stiffen and he winds his fingers around the nape of my neck. "Shh," he whispers, "I’ve got you, Eve."

I swallow as he leans down and kisses my shoulder. He nibbles his way up to my cheek, urging my face toward him. Then he kisses me. He presses his mouth to mine, licking my lips, sucking on my tongue. Warmth fills my chest. He slips inside my backhole and I groan. He swallows the sound. Brings his other hand around to play with my pussy lips. He slides one finger inside my cunt, and a whine slips from my lips. He works two fingers, then three, and it’s so full, so much. Every hole of my body is filled with Baron. His touch, his lips, his fingers, his cock as he slips in through the tightness. He presses his heel into the nub of my clit, as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. Simultaneously he plunges forward, owns my arse as his dick throbs in my back channel. He begins to move, sawing in and out of me, as his cock seems to thicken inside of me. That feeling of fullness as he slides one more finger inside my pussy is too much. Too soon. Oh, my god. I am going to—

"Come," he growls against my mouth, "come all over my fingers."

The orgasm floors me. It seems to go on and on. My knees give way and it’s his hold on my nape that keeps me upright. He thrust into me one more time, then buries his face in my neck. He bites down on my shoulder, as his dick throbs and he empties himself inside of me.

My eyelids flutter down, and I slump. I am vaguely aware of him leaving me, and I protest.

"Shh," he kisses me, "I’ll be right back.

I vaguely hear the water run in the bathroom, then footsteps sound and the cool wetness of a washcloth presses into my pussy, then between my arse cheeks. I flush, open my eyes to find him wiping his dick, before he tosses the cloth aside.

"You forgot to clean the parts of me where I am wearing your cum."

"Good." He laughs, "Now you can't forget who you belong to." He climbs into bed, pulls me to him and I pass out again.

When I come to, I am resting on his chest. His arms are around me; the thud-thud-thud of his heartbeat is a comforting sound against my cheek. I peer up at him from under my eyelashes to find him gazing at me. His blue eyes burn in the dark, the look in them, contemplative.

"What," I clear my throat, "what are you thinking?"

"Why are you so good to me," he murmurs, "when all I have done is hurt you?"

"You saved me," I whisper. "You showed me, it’s possible for me to be anything I want. The only limitations are those I set on myself."

"I did?" He frowns. "How’s that?"

"By being you." I rest my chin on his chest, "When I think of everything you’ve been through, and yet, you never lost hope. You continued to believe."

He chuckles, "You sure you’re talking about me?"

I nod, "You watched over me, protected me, loved me…"

He frowns, opening his mouth, and I place a finger across his lips, "Shh, I know you do. It’s only a technicality that you haven’t said it yet."

"A technicality?" He blinks.

"I mean, you do love me. Why else would you ask me to marry you, and then break your condition—which was stupid anyway and destined for failure—of not sleeping with me until the wedding?"

"Stupid?" His lips curve and his eyes gleam.

Before I can react, he flips me over so I am on my back, and he’s bracketed me in between his arms. "I’ll show you exactly how stupid it was."

He pushes forward and impales me. I am still so wet that he slides inside to the hilt. My pussy spasms around his dick. His thick, fat shaft pulses and a groan spills from my lips.

His chest rises and falls, his shoulder muscles tense, and his biceps bulge as sweat beads his forehead. "How is it that every time I am inside you, it’s like the very first time?" He growls, "Why is it that I can’t get enough of you? What is it about you that pulls me back to you again and again? That I want to stay buried inside you... If I were to die like this, I’d be the happiest man ever."

He hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up, until my thighs are pushed in next to my chest. He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply as he begins to move. Slowly, so I can feel every ridge of his cock, he buries himself inside me and pulls out, again and again. I wrap my fingers around the headboard, as he tunnels into me.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t know where you begin and where I end. I am going to come inside you again and again until your every pore leaks with my cum. You feel me, Eve?"

"Yes," I pant against his mouth, "yes, Baron."

He pulls out, then slams into me, hitting that spot deep inside, and I cry out. He propels his hips forward again and again, hitting that very same spot, and my entire body bucks. He doesn’t stop until my orgasm screams up my spine, when he growls, "Look at me, Eve."

I stare into his blue eyes and the connection is so hot, so real, so everything that I shatter. He holds my gaze, as he empties himself inside me with a hoarse cry. Sweat clings to his beautiful shoulders as he slumps over me. His weight pushes me into the bed, holding me down, pinning me in place... And I know, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

The next time I open my eyes, he’s gone.

"Baron?" I call, and my voice echoes in the empty space. I slide out of bed, find a shirt he must have folded and put aside earlier. There are so many facets to this guy, I don’t think I’ll ever really get to know him completely. It’s what draws me to him, knowing I can never really predict what he’s going to do next.

I pad out into the hallway, peek into the living room, then the kitchen, finally, walking down to the partially-closed door at the end of the corridor. I push it open to find him standing at the window, wearing only his sweats. His broad shoulders block out the view of the early morning sky. I walk over to him. His shoulder blades bunch and I know he’s aware of my presence. I slide my arms around his waist, rub my cheek against his back.

"I missed you," I whisper. "What are you doing here?

"Waiting for you."

"Were you?"

He nods, then turns around and lowers himself onto one knee.

"Baron..." I open and shut my mouth. OMG, it can't be, can it? Is he going to—? No, is he, really?

He slides his hand into his pocket, then pulls out a ring. He holds it up and the light glitters off a band made of jade.

"Oh." I swallow. "Oh wow, how...how did you get this? Where did you get this from? Did you know I was coming here?"

"I had hoped." He smiles. "As for the rest, I got this made the day after I met you."

"You...you did?" I gape, "No, seriously?"

His lips twist. "What can I say? I saw you and knew you were going to be my wife. I should have asked you right away, but I hesitated. Not anymore."

He holds out his palm and I place my hand in his.

"No gems are free of conflict and I know how important ethical sourcing is to you." He slides the ring onto the finger of my left hand. "The green reminds me of your eyes, and the jade is forever."

"Forever." I stare down at the band on my finger.

"Will you be mine?"

"Yes," I cry, "yes!" I take a step forward, go to throw my arms around him, but he moves aside. Huh? I frown, "What is it, Barry?"

"There's one more thing you need to know," he murmurs.

My heart begins to thud and my pulse rate ratchets up. "What?" I whisper, "what do you want to tell me?"

He walks over to the coffee table and I follow him. He picks up his wallet, pulls out a photograph and hands it over to me.

"It's the photograph that I carried in my purse. I thought I'd lost it."

"I found it when I walked into your studio, the day Edward turned up," he replies.

I notice he doesn't directly refer to the attack that day, for which I am grateful.

"Thank you for returning it to me." I peer up at him from under my eyelashes.

That's you in the picture, isn't it? The girl wearing the red dress."

I nod, and he blows out a breath. "I knew it was you, the moment I saw you."

"Knew it was me?" I blink. "I don't understand what you're saying."

He moves away and begins to pace. "That day, when Edward left you and I found you on the sidewalk, it's not the first day I saw you."

"It isn't?"

He shakes his head, "I saw you first when you were much younger. Maybe you were ten or so?" He raises a shoulder. "You and your family were having lunch at a pub on the outskirts of London. I was there with the Seven. You were wearing this same red dress on that day."

"I was?" I blink.

"I noticed you because you were so happy, so utterly carefree, and wished I could be like you."

"Oh." I swallow, "That was a long time ago."

"It was," he agrees, "but I never forgot your face."

"I have a vague recollection of a family outing that summer," I murmur, "and I remember wearing that red dress. It was a gift from my mother. It was my favorite dress. She told me I resembled a shining light when I wore it."

My eyes fill and I glance away. I'll never get over losing mum. Just when I think the pain is lessening, something like this happens, and the loss seems so very insurmountable.

I hear the sound of footsteps and the next second his strong arms surround me. He pulls me into his chest. "Shh," he croons, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't." I rub my cheek against his shoulder, "It's just... I still miss her, you know?"

"You were lucky to have her. My family threw money at me and hoped my problems would resolve themselves. They didn't realize that all I needed was their support to get through the hellish aftermath of the incident."

"You have me now." I glance up at him. "And apparently, you knew I existed long before I met you."

"I saw you again, you know?" he murmurs. "Two years ago, on one of my infrequent visits to London. I was at Paddington Station, about to catch the Heathrow Express to the airport, and I heard your laugh."

"My laugh?"

"Your laughter is the most beautiful sound in the world. I heard it that day at the pub and never forgot it. Every time I remembered it, it made me feel hopeful and happy and wistful, all at the same time."

"Wistful?"

"You were so young, just a child, and yet I couldn't forget your face. And then I saw you all grown up on the railway platform, and knew you were the one for me, but the timing was all wrong."

"All these years," a ball of emotion fills my throat, "all this time, you knew?"

He nods. "I thought I'd never find you again." He cups my cheek, peers into my eyes, "And then when I did, I knew the most important thing was for you to be happy. It didn't matter who you were with, as long as you were happy."

"That's why you left?"

He nods, "And I thought my life was over. I thought..." His throat moves as he swallows, "I thought that I'd lost you, Eve."

"But you didn't," I glance up into those glistening blue eyes, "I am here and I am never leaving you again."

"I'll hold you to that." He smirks, "There’s one more thing I need to confess."

I tilt my head, "What?" I frown, "What is it?"

He slides his hand into his pocket then holds up something purple.

I blink. "My hair tie?" I turn to him, "Where did you find it?"

"At your place, that first day I carried you home. I took it without telling you." He glances at the purple hair restraint then back at me, "I needed something of you to carry around, apparently."

He holds the hairband out to me and I shake my head, "You found it, you keep it. It's yours now."

"And you?" He searches my eyes, "What about you?"

"I'm yours, Baron. Only yours."

"Mine." He lowers his lips to mine.