Will
Her tanned, toned legs get my attention first.
I imagine them around my waist as I fuck her against this car, but first thing’s first.
Then I run my eyes over her body, taking in every curve until I see her face. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, an angel. And trust me, I’ve seen it all. From my mansion on the hill, I have the run of this town, only no one knows it.
I operate behind closed doors. You get more done that way.
I have a mind to swing her over my shoulder and make her never forget meeting me.
I saw her banging that dirty cop from afar, and now that I’m up close, I see she’s got another treat as well.
“What’s your name, honey?” I ask.
“Oh, um, hi. I’m Kat,” she says nervously, not able to tear her eyes away from mine.
“Who’s the guy?” I ask point-blank.
“I’m Jason.” He’s zipping up his pants and offering his hand in a sign of generosity.
What he doesn’t get is that I’m not generous, not with my women, anyway.
“There’s only room for one,” I say, pointing to the motorcycle I’m about to steal, because I’m not about to let the fuckwad go with Kat and me. “Lose the boyfriend.”
She looks willing to give him up easily, and I’m glad.
The cop’s still unconscious and handcuffed on the ground.
What she doesn’t get is that she doesn’t have a choice. I’m taking her with me whether she wants it or not.
I grab her by the waist and put her on the back of this Harley and crank it up—what idiot left his keys in the ignition?—just as she’s waving a tentative goodbye to her little boyfriend.
He’s got nothing on me. I’m a goddamn billionaire bad boy, and if there’s something I see that I want, I just take it.
Kat grips me hard by the waist as we ride off to my secret estate. The feel of her hands around me gets my cock hard even as the bike vibrates beneath us. Her vulnerability feels like pure anguish at me not being able to take advantage of her right here.
If I wanted to, I could take her away, off into the sunset or some such shit, but instead, I have other plans for her.
What my new beauty doesn’t quite understand is that she’s going to be mine now.
We ride for a while, and the cool breeze makes her squeeze my waist a little bit harder, maybe because she’s cold, or maybe because she’s scared.
It’s not every day a stranger comes along with a build like mine. I don’t think she’s seen a real man until this very moment.
I’m going to show her what she’s been missing.
The iron gates of my estate pull open, and we cruise in. I turn to see her awe-struck face and how she’s trying to take in all the beauty of my mansion even though the light of the moon dimly lights it.
“This is home,” I say, helping her off the bike.
She’s staring up at the facade of the manor, and I hope she realizes that she’s my virtual prisoner here.
It’s like Beauty and the goddamn Beast, only I’m no beast, unless you count 6’5 of pure, rock-solid muscle, a chiseled face, and a twelve-inch cock as beastly.
“Come in.” The door creaks open as I lead her inside.
Candles are lit, and they illuminate the wooden paneling and the old architectural detailing of the place. Black and deep red velvet curtains adorn the windows, and expensive art hangs on the walls.
It’s enough for her to understand that she’s somewhere new—a place where fantasies come true.
“What’ll you drink?” I ask her from the bar in the corner.
She looks at me with wide eyes, trying to understand where she is and how it all got to this point. There’s a sexual chemistry between us even now. It’s unavoidable, and we both feel it.
“Do you have Pinot Noir?”
“Sure.”
I get her drink, and then I pour myself a scotch.
“Want a tour of the place?”
“Um, yes, of course. It’s beautiful in here.”
I take her hand and lead her through the many rooms. I show her the marble-lined kitchen that has all the modern amenities—several guest rooms, the theater room, workout room, and then I lead her upstairs to the observatory.
Her eyes take it all in like she’s trying to memorize it.
“Wow, you can see all the way to the ocean from out here.”
“I know. Do you like it?”
“Like it? I love it.”
Her eyes dazzle in the moonlight as she sips her wine. “You know, I’ve never been in a place like this.”
I pull her to my side where she can hug my torso. I set her drink down on the wall of the balcony. And then, under the light of a million stars, I kiss her.
I kiss her passionately like I own her already. All I need is a little bit of a sign from her, and then I’ll take her away into oblivion.
“Tell me that you want this,” I breathe down her neck.
She doesn’t respond, and that infuriates me. I pull her chin up so that she has to meet my gaze.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I practically growl.
She’s defiant, silent, but her eyes tell me everything I need to know. She has a look of yearning.
I kiss her again, slowly this time. She gives in.
I feel her body melt beneath my hands, my lips, my teeth. I’m ready to take this to the next level, and by the night’s end, I’ll have her begging for it.
Before I can kiss her again, though, we’re interrupted by the doorbell. I look over the edge of the balcony, and I see her little boyfriend has found my place. Cunning little bastard.
She tries to cry out to him from our position on the balcony, but I cup my hand over her mouth.
“Shhh, not a word, understand?”
She nods yes and then I see it again...that spark of attraction and desire she has for me.
This is gonna be an interesting night.