Bred by the Billionaire

He continued to rock inside her, and there was something in his voice as he told her what he wanted. She heard the passion, the need, and something else.

His hands returned to her hips, and she cried out as he began to fuck her, pistoning his hips like a machine. His cock slid in and out of her, pounding deep. Suddenly, he pulled out, and flipped her over so that she was bent over the desk. His fingers stroked her ass, parting her cheeks as he found her entrance once again.

She knew she was wet and heard the moisture as he slid inside.

“Look at the city, Adora. No other woman holds the kind of power that you do.” He pushed some of her hair off her neck, and sucked over her pulse. “You have me. All of me.”

Did she?

Could she have gotten his love even though he didn’t believe in it?

The look in his eyes, the way he held her, the feel of him surrounding her, she could almost convince herself it was all real. Could she allow herself to be drawn in by those promises? It was all too good to believe, and yet, why not?

She gripped the edge of the desk to secure herself, and moaned as he began to tease her once again, touching her pussy, working her clit, setting her on fire with need as he fucked her from behind. The pleasure was overwhelming as she came a second time.

“Fuck, that feels so good. I love that only my dick has been inside your pussy. You’re all mine, Adora. All mine, and no one will take you from me.”

He rode her hard, fucking her with a passion that he’d not showed her before his parents turned up. The pleasure was almost to the point of pain.

His cock was rock hard as it claimed her over and over. The grip he had on her hips would leave bruises, she knew that, and still, she didn’t care.

She cried out his name as he brought her to a third mind-altering orgasm. It rocked her entire body, leaving her a convulsing mess of post orgasmic bliss. This time, she heard his own groan as his cock pulsed inside her, the flood of his cum, filling her pussy.

The only sounds to be heard in the office was of their heavy panting. Tobias kissed her shoulder. “When I’m with you, everything else fades away, and we’re the only two people left, Adora.” He turned her head, and she saw that thing again in his eyes.

Could it be love?

Could she trust it?

Tobias made her feel. He made her … yearn for him. She wanted his love more than anything else. She wanted to show him that love wasn’t a curse or a disease but something to cherish, to look forward to, and certainly not to be afraid of.

When she turned around, his hand rested on her stomach. “I will take care of you and our baby. You have no idea how important you are.”

Chapter Eleven

A couple weeks went by and Tobias wondered if all the sex they’d been having had the desired result. He wanted to suggest that Adora see his personal physician, but he didn’t want her to think he only cared about the baby. Part of him had expected to tire of sex with one woman, but he’d only grown more and more addicted. She had infused herself into every facet of his life, and even work was becoming more enjoyable. Her fresh ray of sunshine had given light and focus to his one-dimensional life.

He didn’t like the fact Adora still lived in her shitty little apartment. She was his princess, and he wanted her to have the very best. A few nights she’d slept over, and it gave him a taste of life committed to one woman. He could only speculate that her mother had talked her out of a relationship with him. But not all billionaires were the same. Well, he’d changed. Adora’s sweetness had changed him.

Tobias adjusted his tie as he walked down the hallway of Hamilton’s crown jewel. It was an architectural marvel in the downtown core. As he studied all the details in the sprawling ceilings, he thought of Adora and her natural gifts. She loved her studies, had a passion for architecture. It must have been in her blood.

That’s where the similarities to her father ended. That asshole was nothing like his daughter. She was sweetness and innocence personified, and Hamilton was everything debased in the world, so similar to Tobias’s own parents.

He walked into the main office and tapped his knuckles on the reception desk three times. “I need to see William.”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, tell him it’s Tobias Bennett.”

She picked up her phone and within a minute led Tobias to a glass-enclosed office at the end of the hall. He walked in, taking in the sights.