Taken by Him (The Billionaire's Club 2)

She licked her lips, and her eyes were wide and so damned famished he wanted to give it all to her. Every inch of his cock—and every inch of his body. For her to do with as she goddamned pleased.

Her tongue flicked out again. “It looks painful…” she conceded of his pulsing erection. “What are you planning to do with it?”

“I’m going to use it on you, woman. Now take off the top and the bottom.”

She tossed the top aside first, and her perky breasts bounced free as they had nothing to support them. Luke’s mouth watered at the sight of her small, pointed, coral little nipples.

“But I thought you said you were going to go down on me?” she said with a teasing glimmer in her dark brown eyes, hooking each of her thumbs to the sides of her bikini bottom.

“Hell yeah, I’m going to suck your pussy until your screams send your casita neighbors running for the policia. And while they’re knocking on your door, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum, then come again inside your pussy, then I’m going to make you lick my mess up.”

“I’m not licking any mess up, it’s your mess so you lick it up…” she said teasingly, then she shimmied out of her bottom and kicked it off, and the sight of her neatly trimmed black pussy made his blood boil in his veins and his nerves jump in excitement.

“You’re going to do whatever I say,” he heard himself say in a barely audible rasp, “because I like it when you’re a good girl.”

“No, you don’t. I’m pretty sure you like it when I’m bad.”

He could’ve come, her words were right on. And the sight of Peyton bare-butt naked in her private terrace, in pure daylight, was about the sexiest thing Luke Preston had seen in his life. “Get over here, I’m dying to fuck you and you’re giving me blue balls just standing there.”

“You want me?” Her lips began curving at the sides. “Then come get me.”

Something snapped inside him when she started running for the casita. Every predatory instinct within him came to life with a vengeance, and he was on his feet before she’d even taken the second step. She squealed when he caught up with her in an amazing, rocket-fast sprint that landed him at the sliding glass door of the casita with her.

He pulled her against him. “Oh, fuck you, I want you bad now…”

He dragged her inside and rolled the door shut behind him, then he yanked on the cotton drawstring of his swim trunks until he’d extracted the cord. Eyes wide, Peyton backed away as he came forward, her smile trembling on her flushed face, and when she pivoted to run, Luke was on her within seconds, this time hauling her arms up above her head.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled.

She moaned when he tied her wrists with the cord, and while he doubled the knot, she rubbed up against his chest and licked his ear and drew one of his diamond studs into her mouth. His balls felt leaden when she suckled his ear, earring and everything. Lowering her tied arms to his neck so she embraced him, he slapped her ass and kissed her hard.

“You’re so damned bad and feel so damned good, woman.”

He took her lips again and her taste filled his mouth once more, uniquely hers and incredibly invigorating. He could not get enough of her. A needy sound tore from her throat when he backed her up against the wall, his chest pressing against her delicious breasts, fairly squishing her against him. She was wet and slippery, getting him equally wet and really fucking turned on.

“What am I going to do with you now, hmm?” He traced her jawline with his thumb, feeling the mist of her rapid breaths bathe his neck as she gazed up at him in aching desire. “How did you think this would go down? Did you think I wouldn’t catch you? Know this, baby…” He stroked a finger down her neck, then back up to force her mouth open so he could stick his tongue inside. “I always. Get. What I want. Always.”

She panted breathlessly, her breaths jerking with each shallow breath, her pupils fully dilated.

“And I want you, woman,” he roughly continued, palming her delicious ass as he dragged her up against his erection. He blew a mist of air over each of her pink nipples and watched them pucker harder, into tiny little beads, straining for his kiss. “Yeah, I want you so bad I’d chase you anywhere you’d like to run. And I’d find you. I’d catch you. And do you want to know what I’ll do when I catch you? Do you want me to tell you, or should I just go ahead and show you?”

When she didn’t answer, he raised her arms from around his neck and then forced her around to face the wall, her restrained arms flat on the wall above her head. She didn’t move from the position he’d placed her in. She was breathing fast, and he could smell her arousal in the room. He was hard as steel and he ground his length between her voluptuous, delicious ass cheeks.

“You’re a man’s wet dream, Peyton.” He licked into her ear and cupped both her breasts from behind, squeezing the delicious flesh as his tongue swiped across the shell of her ear. “Did you know that?”

“No, Luke.”

“Well, now you do, girl.” He eased back a few inches and smacked her fanny, gently, several times, then he kneaded the flesh when it went pink. “Your body was made for sex, for taking a man with a big cock inside of you.”

He urged her around and yanked her arms up over her head, and he crushed her mouth with his, tangling his tongue with hers, fevered for the taste of her.

He could hardly keep himself from plunging inside her already, fucking her senseless. His arms and shoulders shook while he continued to hold her arms up, her eyes glowing with lust as he drew back to survey her. “But do you know what, Peyton Lane? You make me so hard and so hot for you…I think God made you just for me.”

She nodded first, then quickly she shook her head, her eyes heavy-lidded, her voice barely intelligible. It was a low, thick breath of desire. “I’m sure God made you just for me. I’ve never wanted a man like this.”

A fresh arrow of lust pierced right through Luke’s gut. God, no one had ever had the gall to tell him something like that. As if he—Luke Preston—could be claimed by one woman alone, taken by one mere, itty bitty slip of a girl. She was so itty bitty, he couldn’t believe she made his heart swell like a monster and his cock throb like a bitch.

“Well you’re a lucky girl, because you’re getting what you want now. You’re getting fucked,” he rasped, and he shoved his cock against her abdomen as he nuzzled her neck, a primal, savage need clawing inside his gut. “I’m going to fill you up,” he whispered in her ear, heatedly licking her.