Billionaire: Billionaire Romance: Billionaire Tiger (A Billionaire New Adult Shifter Contemporary Romance) (63 page)

“Well Emerald, you’ve come this far. Might as well,” I talked myself through not being a chicken and turning around. I wanted to see the gorgeous man again. The mystery and intrigue of him drew me closer and closer to him. As I got closer to his place I felt like my legs had a mind of their own and were moving me forward. I felt like I was gliding over the stone alleyway to the front door, but that was absurd.

I climbed the steps to the front door. There were no lights on inside or any sign of activity. I knocked on the door. I waited in the still of the night for him to answer. No one responded and I didn’t hear any signs of movement inside. I turned the doorknob. It was unlocked. The heavy wood door creaked loudly as I pushed it open. If someone were home, they would have heard that for sure.

“Hello!” I tried to shout it casually but it came out high-pitched and full of fear.

“Damiano? Are you here? It’s me, Emerald.” I called out again as I went further in. Again there was no response. I went further into the house. It felt cavernous and empty. I could barely see the outline of shapes in the dark. The shapes did not look like furniture. I could see a glowing red in the distance. I followed it. Floorboards creaked under each step I took. I was sweating with fear even though it was freezing and I could see my breath on the air. The glowing seemed to be coming from another room so I continued following it. I went down a long dark hallway and to a door that was only open an inch or two. That’s where the glowing was coming from. I could hear the crackling and popping of fire and knew immediately that the light was firelight. I gasped. If there was a fire than someone must be here. I held my breath as I pushed open the door.

“Damiano? Are you in here?” My voice quivered. I pushed open the door completely. A very large loft like room stood before me. It was very dark in the corners of the room, but brightly lit near the fire. I went to the fire immediately as a source of warmth but also security. Being in the light made me feel secure. I warmed the backside of my body as I looked around. There were heavy tapestries on almost every wall. Heavy wooden shutters covered the windows and large stuffed beasts hung from the walls. It was a very scary environment and I swallowed hard as I looked around. It was the perfect environment for such a mysterious man like Damiano. I peered at one of the paintings on the wall and it looked like Damiano, only the man was dressed in 16th century clothing so it could not be him. It must be one of his ancestors. I turned around and looked again at the room.

The room was full of tall objects covered in white sheets. A chill ran up my spine as I wondered what was under them. Curiosity was getting the best of me the longer I stayed in the room. A few of the sheets took on the shape of chairs and sofas but the others were very tall and square. It was baffling to me what could be under those sheets. I took slow and steady steps to one near me. The floor creaked loudly under me. I grabbed the corner of a sheet and slowly pulled the sheet down. My breath caught in my throat. It was a large painting, very large almost twice my size. The painting was of me. I looked at myself peering back at me from the canvas. The painting was so life like it took my breath away. Further more, the painting was of me sleeping.

“What are you doing here?” A voice growled and boomed in the cavernous room.

I turned to see Damiano in the doorway. He looked angry and dark. I stepped backward in fear of his presence.

“I…I was looking for you…I,” I couldn’t get a full sentence out. He started walking toward me slowly as though I was prey and he was a predator stalking me. I forced myself to pull myself together.

“You invited me here last night. You were going to paint me,” I managed to get out.

The look of anger left his face and one of sorrow replaced it. I moved closer to him. As I got closer my body began to respond to him once more. He had that affect on me, and it was both intoxicating and unnerving. I placed my hands on his chest. It was strong and rock hard. He looked down at me. His blue eyes reflected the firelight like glass. His mouth opened slightly and his pink full lips called out to me begging for me to kiss them. I looked up at him under my lashes trying to hold back my fear and let the lust take over me.

Damiano grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from his chest. He stepped away from me and picked up the sheet on the floor.

Damiano pulled me close to him. He pulled me harder against him and kissed my mouth. I melted against him. With one kiss I was in complete surrender. I stopped thinking of questions and was completely consumed by lust. I felt wet instantly, and I moaned as he explored my mouth with his tongue. He cupped my breasts with his hands and kissed me more aggressively. His entire body pushed against mine and he had backed me onto the wall. I was his now. I was his prisoner. I could feel his hard cock against me as he rubbed it up and down along my body. Then one hand moved from my breast and slid down my belly softly touching me. I nearly fell to the floor but he wrapped his other hand so tightly around my waist that he held me up. His mouth traced kisses down my chin to my neck and he groaned as he licked it. A part of me wanted to stiffen in fear. Now that I thought those thoughts having his mouth on my neck filled me with a seductive type of fear that could only be described as a mix of adrenaline and lust. I should be running away but I did not fear him. In fact I felt safe with him.

CHAPTER TWO

He picked me up in his arms, cradling me like a baby. We went out of the room into the darkness. I could not see a thing. I placed my lips on his neck and kissed and licked. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I needed contact with him at all times. He went down a dark stairwell that went lower and lower spiraling down to some unseen cavernous drop in the floor. Finally he stopped and pushed open a large wooden door. Inside there was a fire burning bright and a large canopy bed with heavy curtains. The curtains were dark in the faint light of the fire. Maybe they were black, but I couldn’t tell. They were very heavy unlike any material I had ever seen. I looked around the round room and noticed that we must be in the basement as there were no windows at all. He had climbed down the spiral of stairs for a long time so we must be very deep under the house. He laid me gently on the bed and hovered over me staring into my face. My eyes grew wide with disbelief and then it faded. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me and then leaned in and kissed me. He trailed kisses slowly on my lips, down my neck, over my chest, running softly over my belly, down my thighs all the way to my feet. He pulled off my boots one by one. He unbuttoned my dress and grabbed it and pulled it off of me.

“Open just a little,” he pulled my thighs open just a little. He lowered his head onto my clit and sucked softly on it while looking up at me with those unusually blue eyes. The top of his pink lip was flush against my skin and moved with every suckling move. I reached down and grabbed onto his thick locks of black hair and arched my back. I moved with him and pushed harder against his face. The shivers that went through my body were strong and I felt like they were shaking the bed. I sat up trying to handle what I was feeling but it was too sensitive. I laid back down again thinking that would make the extreme pleasure bearable but I couldn’t get the right position to hold on to myself. It was useless, I was going to cum and I was going to explode. With that I yelled out. I didn’t yell, “I’m cumming, or Oh! Yes!” I simply yelled. It was a mix between a scream of terror and a yell of pleasure. I had no control over my body or my voice. Damiano did not stop so I pleaded with him, “Please stop. It’s too much. I can’t handle it.” This didn’t discourage him. If anything I think he grinned a little and continued sucking my clit. Then within seconds I was exploding again, and then again, and then again. This happened within a matter of minutes. I didn’t know my body could do this. I was thrilled and scared. I felt like I was drunk or on some sort of drug. Finally he stopped. I was glad he stopped. He stood up on the edge of the bed while I lay below him writhing on the sheets with ecstasy. I felt like a wild banshee under a spell of lust, but I didn’t care. I looked at him as he took of his shirt. His taught skin glimmered in the firelight. He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them off. His cock was rock hard and stood straight at attention past his belly button. It was perfect and I immediately had the urge to put it in my mouth. Damiano reached down and pulled my sweater and off of my body. Now I too was completely naked, and I was hungry for him.

He climbed into bed with me and kissed the tops of my nipples. He licked them in circular motion and then massaged them with his hands.

It was unbelievable. This was not like me. I was giving myself to this stranger, no I was pleading with him to take me. I didn’t know who I was anymore.

The look in his eyes changed. He went somewhere and left the present. He went primal and animal like. He positioned his body between my thighs and placed the tip of his cock inside me gently. He looked up at me and his eyes locked with mine as I spread my legs open wider to let him in. Damiano pushed himself inside me sliding effortlessly and slowly inside my drenching wet pussy. I grabbed a hold of the sheets tightly in my fist. He felt so good inside of me it was more than the basic feeling of sex. It was as if his entire aura and energy were entering me. It filled me with vibrations like a low humming was going through my body. My breathing got heavier as Damiano moved in and out of me. I looked at him and examined his face. It was hard and stern as though he was forcing himself to control his movements.

“Don’t hold back. It’s okay. I want you. I want you.”

He stopped and stared at me, his eyes growing wide. Then he moved in and out of me slowly. Then it got faster. Soon he was pumping in and out of me so fast he was almost a blur to me. I clawed at the sheets trying to not fly off the bed. My body was filled with pleasures I never knew existed. I yelled out in ecstasy, but I never yelled stop. His movements made me weak and I almost fainted a few times, but it felt so good I forced myself to stay with it. “I’m cumm…” I didn’t get the words out. An orgasmic scream left my body as I exploded all over him. Then I blacked out. I had fainted.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning I woke up in my bed. I was in my nightgown and covered in a blanket. I stretched out and woke up with a smile. I was in the best mood of my life. I giggled a little and felt like I had just slept for days on end. I was well rested and felt like I was on top of the world. I looked at the clock. It was eight in the morning. It was time to start another day. I would go shopping, maybe get coffee and breakfast at the café with my aunt.

Then I remembered what had happened the night before. I sat up quickly in bed. It all hit me like a ton of bricks as the disorientation of sleep wore off of me. I gasped as it all came back to me. A vision of Damiano flooded my mind.

I jumped out of bed and ran to my mirror. I looked at myself. I didn’t look different now that I had lost my innocence. I stripped off my nightgown and looked at my naked body in the mirror. I didn’t see anything. I checked the backs of my knees and every inch of me. I checked my toes and picked up my hair and looked at the back of my neck in the mirror. I saw nothing. I seemed to be okay. There were no love marks and I didn’t feel any different other than extreme euphoria, but I assumed that was from the sex. However, things had changed forever. My life had changed forever. With that one vision I had in my mind of Damiano, I now knew that one thing was clear, I had fainted. Then I realized why he I had fainted. He had whispered in my ear that he was a Prince. Damiano was a Prince and he came to this town to work on his art and live in peace. Then he had to go back to Milan in a few weeks and do his princely duties again. I had not imagined it. I heard what I heard and it was real. I needed to see him. I wanted to ask all the questions and know everything I could. I don’t know why he would trust me with such information.

I grabbed my blanket and wrapped it around me. I replayed everything in my head again. All the paintings I saw in that room. I remembered how he had taken me.

This was real. What had I gotten myself mixed up in? I knew nothing about. What was more terrifying was that he owned me. I would do anything he asked. I just needed to be near him. It was all so complicated.

I drank espresso coffee to wake myself up and keep me alert. I didn’t bother with food. I had no appetite to begin with. What weighed heavy on my heart was that Damiano was a prince, which meant we could never really be together and I was completely in love with him. I was addicted to him. I thought about him the whole day.

That night I went to sleep thinking about him. He was occupying my thoughts and I fell asleep thinking about all the questions I had.

A few hours later I was awaken by a shutter of my bed. I opened my eyes to find Damiano on top of me.

“Damiano? Is that really you? Am I dreaming?”

“You’re not dreaming. I climbed into your window.”

His mouth covered mine and his kiss was long and deep. My whole body shuddered in relief that he was here. I longed for him for so long that his presence appeased my anxiety and gave me sweet release. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up from the bed to be as close to him as I possibly could. With one hand he tore the blankets off and exposed my naked body to the cold air. My nipples were hard and they brushed against his chest making me tingle with delight. He placed his mouth on my neck and a rush of panic shot through me. I didn’t know how I felt about it. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. His lips were soft against my neck and he kissed and licked me. He moved down to my chest and I was relieved. His mouth traced down my chest and over the mounds of my breasts. He moaned when he took my taught nipple in his mouth and sucked on it. I arched up in response. I wrapped my arms around him and hung on to him. I never wanted him to leave me.

I exhaled a sigh of comfort. I loved being this close to him. It made me feel strong and happy. He brushed my hair out of my face.