Red Hot Revenge (Erotic Romance) (Dominated by the Billionaire) (4 page)

“Your beauty is as bewitching as
ever,” he said huskily, as his narrowed, dark grey eyes sketched piercingly
over her face, then all over her trembling, almost naked frame. “Knowing you’re
mine to have for three nights is making my head spin.” He slashed his head to
press a hard kiss to lips, and then another, adding on a growl, “And I’m going
to make every minute count…”

Bella panicked. She went into fight
mode and just smacked his face, then started struggling against him, this time
more viciously. He mouthed out a surprised
hush
, but then easily grabbed
her flailing wrists.

“I know I said I like a bit of fight
but Bella, this is getting ridiculous,” he muttered, right before he swept her
into his arms, walked over to the bed and dumped her unceremoniously on it.

Bella straightened at once but he
was right on her, crushing her down with his weight. Panting, she sobbed out,
“I’ve changed my mind! I don’t – I don’t want this, Jason.”
He had her hands
pinned high above her head, and she could feel his chest hard against hers,
nothing but his white dress shirt and her flimsy lingerie between them.

“Too late, baby,” he growled, eyes
glinting. “You can’t back down now. You’ll get what you want – now it’s
my turn.”

“So what, now you’re going to just take
me? Without my consent?” she spat, squirming beneath his incredible weight.
Damn, he was so strong…she knew she’d be helpless if he wanted to use force.
But a sinking part of her heart told her that force would become highly
unnecessary if she didn’t get out of this mess, and soon…

He chuckled harshly at her words,
snaking his hard, formidable length over her soft, shivery frame. “From the
moment you walked into my office yesterday it was clear that you liked what you
saw, Bella.” He bent his head to capture her lips, but she turned her face away.
He merely laughed again.

“I know that you want me…Over and
over… And I want you too - now, in every way there is. On top of me, under me,
kneeling and taking my hot hard cock from behind….”

Bella moaned with shame, closing her
eyes against his searing words and how they thrilled through her like
electricity. The images he conjured had her pussy pulsing with a need she felt
deeply guilty of even having. How could she want him, want
this
? He was
using her, taking her against her will. The last thing she should be doing was
wanting
it to happen.

He was kissing her neck now, then
nibbling and licking at her ear lobe in turns. She felt every piece of ice left
in her melting beneath his relentless onslaught. He had had trapped,
emotionally, physically, mentally. Bella felt she had nothing left to fight him
with now…

* * *

Bella’s body looked as beautiful as
Jason had always imagined – maybe even more so. Her dark golden hair was
pinned up in some kind of artfully mussed up style, which he couldn’t wait to mess
up all the more with his hands. And that wasn’t the only part of her he wanted
to get his hands on.

The first thing he’d done was unhook
her bra, freeing her gorgeously rounded breasts, a perfect fit in his large,
squeezing palms. She’d groaned when he’d caressed her roughly, pinching at her
nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then he’d taken several minutes getting
his tongue and lips acquainted with every inch of her full mounds, suckling and
biting on her flesh and nubs till many gasps of pleasure were ripped from her.

Next, he rolled off her stockings
and now had her wrists tied up on either side of the bedpost. Her ankles he
easily held apart as he slowly pulled off her panties before tossing them
aside. She lay there on her back, staring daggers at him even as he could see
her breasts heaving, the nipples hardened to pink pebbles.

“Right where I want you,” he
murmured and then smiled ever mockingly - but there was a huskiness to his tone
that spelt out how much self control he was exerting. It was all he could do
not to just rip into her like he wanted to. His cock throbbed like a living
thing wanting to be free of the constraints of his trousers. He was still fully
dressed, yet she lay naked before him, tied up with her own silk tights, her
pussy spread out. The sight of her beautiful body, vulnerable and up for grabs,
was enough to make his blood boil with hot, animal lust.

“I guess in one way I win,” she
gritted out, eyes holding his unforgivingly. “At least I’ll go away from this
knowing that the great Jason Evans had to blackmail and practically have me
helpless in his bed before he could have my pussy.”

“Hmm, and what a pussy it is,” he
purred, deflecting the jibe with merely another smile. His hands took hold of
her thighs, right behind her knees which he pushed back, all the way back till
her feet were almost level with her head and touching the bedpost. Bella gasped
out loud, feeling more exposed than she’d ever been in her life, as her pussy
and ass were displayed completely to his devouring gaze.

“It’s so very wet,” he said on an
almost famished sigh, right before he bent his head and lay his tongue flat
against her hairless slit. Bella held herself as still as she could for as long
as she could – but it was pointless.

Jason was too skillful, too hungered
to be ignored. He rolled and dipped and toyed with her pussy, thumbing her clit
while his tongue danced from that erect fuck button and then down to her
swollen, dripping folds. By this time Bella was straining against her
restraints, hating herself so much for loving every minute of it. He
fingered-pounded her, shoving as many as three in at one point and driving them
in piston-style. Moments later, Bella came, screeching out as her whole frame
curved right off the bed like she’d been shot.

He watched as she shuddered her way
back down to earth, his gaze so dark it was like onyx now. This time when he
smiled it was not so mocking, yet no less triumphant.

“Looks like someone’s having fun
after all.”

“You bastard,” she bit out softly,
her own eyes gleaming bright. “When are you going to get me out of these
binds?”

“Until I can be sure you’re not
going to scratch my eyes out, at least,” he drawled, moving back from the bed.
He started to methodically rid himself of his clothes: his open-necked white
dressed shirt, which fit as snugly as his dark, stylish flat-front trousers. He
chucked those off, and Bella could only stare at the bulge she could see in his
boxer briefs as he stuck his thumb into the bands in readiness to pull them
down, as well.

He saw her wide-eyed look, and
grinned wolfishly. “You could say I’ve been carrying more than a torch around
for you these past four years,” he confessed with ironic humor. “I’ve never
wanted anyone this bad in my life…and yet, even now I’m worried that those
three nights are just not going to be enough. Once I get inside you, I may
never want to come out again…”

Bella bit on her lip in half dismay,
half grudging admiration as finally, she got to see all of him. His broad,
toned shoulders, his well defined pecs and abs…He kicked away his underwear and
stood proudly in front of the bed, his cock pole straight with dark curls
nestled jealously at the base. The balls hung hard and heavy, and she had to
quell the urge to lick at her lips in helpless anticipation. Her pussy still
dripped with her juices, and even now their inner walls clenched in hunger to
be filled by that magnificent, purple-headed cock rearing so proudly before
her.

He joined her on the bed, coming to
kneel by her head with his hand fisting his cock. She felt the smooth
marble-like tip against her lips, and she turned her head away half angrily.
Only to cry out in pain when she felt his fingers dig into her hair, tugging
her face back. “Take it, Bella,” he ordered softly yet with a layer of steel that
made her sob soundlessly. Her mouth seemed to part of its own accord, her
nostrils flaring in awareness of the deliciously hot, musky scent of him, so
fresh and so arousing. How she hated herself for submitting to his hard
dominance. Bella wrapped her lips around his thickly veined shaft and hated
herself again, for telling herself at once that he tasted so fucking good.

He let go of her hair, and busied
his hands with stroking her breasts and between her parted thighs, even as his
hips thrust into her face. Even with her own hands tied out of the way, Bella
managed to make good use of her lips and tongue, giving his erect dick endless
lollipop licks around the swollen cap and along the timber-like shaft. She
heard him moan again and again, but wasn’t sure if the sounds were coming from
his throat or hers, because soon she was sucking hard on him, taking more and
more of his inches and never easing up from the pleasure of it. Once or twice
he shoved in and almost hit the back of her throat, making her gag on his
powerful meat. And Bella loved it. Heaven help her, she loved it all…

* * *

When he took her, he took her slow.
Jason kept telling himself he had all night, and wasn’t going to just erupt
within a minute of sliding his cock into her slick, clutching, velvety pussy.
But damn, it was hard not to just let go. He’d had to wrench himself out of her
mouth before he came in her throat. Only to discover that her pussy was just as
punishingly sweet.

He could feel her whole body still
fighting him, rejecting him – but there was one part of her that welcomed
him in, suctioning on relentlessly.

Jason settled himself between her
thighs and bent to take her lips in a kiss. She clamped against him for a
moment, but then, like a moist, warm flower, her lips parted to take his
tongue. It was at that moment he surged into her and filled her pussy to the
hilt in one deep, hard stroke.

Bella gasped out loud against his
mouth, her hips bucking involuntarily against his. Her body seemed to quiver in
response to his powerful penetration, which he in no way let off. Instead of
easing up, he drove into her more strongly, entrenching himself as far into her
tight, sweet walls as he dared. Soon, he could feel her moving against him of
her own accord, could feel her hips undulating in tune with his. Only then, did
he reach up and untie her hands, clasping them for a moment in his as he
deepened the kiss, eating into her mouth like he was starved. Finally, he
released her, bracing his arms against the mattress as he picked up momentum.
Looked like he wasn’t going to last much longer, Jason realized. He would have
to save the impressive performance for later. This time, he needed just one
hard, fast fuck to take off that hungry edge that had gnawed at him since
earlier that day when she’d said “yes”. Jason hoped to make her say “yes’ again
and again before the three days was up…

He felt her fingers grip and dig
into his waist, before sliding down to cup his ass cheeks and squeezed. He
ground into her, banging her pussy with countless balls-deep thrusts till her
nails were digging into the firmness of his ass. He could feel her vaginal
muscles constrict spasmodically, and knew she was coming even before she
started to rock hard against him, a wail of pleasure sprouting from her lips.
He was glad to bring her to a climax for a second time, which meant he could
now take his own. Soon enough, he let himself go, breaking from her lips and
arching his back as he pumped deep into her cunt everything he had in him.

He came and came till he thought
he’d never stop. But the second he was done, he realized with a wild jolt that
he wanted her again.
Damn, it was going to be a long, hot night…

* * *

Every time it happened, she hated
herself. Felt shamed and degraded, not just by his almost insatiable lust for
her, but for her answering desire for him. Yes, her body soon came to want his
pounding, massive cock tearing into her. Her mind and heart rebelled against
it, but her body wanted,
needed
to be taken once more by him. And she
always swore it was for the last time. That she’d stand up to him.

But she didn’t.

The second night he invited her over
to his place, a well-designed house on the hills. There was a chef to serve
them dinner in his art deco dining room. The food, the wine, even the light,
civil chitchat they shared while they ate – it meant nothing. All she
could think of was him touching her again, his fingers raking over her body.
All she wanted was his cock, hard and punishing, fucking her till she came in
torturous waves. Their eyes met many times during the meal, and she could tell
from his dark, glinting gaze that he felt exactly the same.

They left the dining room at last.
He led her deeper into his house, through the door of the master bedroom. She
barely had time to glimpse the massive California king size before he tugged
her into his arms and kissed her. Soon she was to discover that they may end up
not using the bed after all.

Right there, with his back against
the wall, he shoved his hands up her dress, pushing it out of the way as he
hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them off. Quickly, his lips still
locked with hers, he unbuckled his trousers and freed his raging cock, which
sprang into the air, sturdy and mast-like.

She gasped against his lips,
wrapping her legs instinctively around his hips as he hoisted her up, hands
cupping her ass. Bella’s fingers were fisting into his thick wavy hair as she
kissed him back hungrily. She felt him balance her atop his dick, and held her
breath. She knew she was just seconds away from being impaled on his throbbing
meat, but it didn’t scare her. She figured it might hurt a bit, but she also
knew that she was already sopping wet. More than ready for their first hot bang
of the night.