His Dirty Demands (Dirty Billionaires 1)

Alicia

An alert pops up on my calendar, and I write it down to handle after I finish what I’m working on. I’m about to close the calendar when something catches my eye. Has it really been almost a month since I moved in with Cesare? The time has passed in the blink of an eye. We mesh in a way I wouldn’t have thought possible before moving in.

Only we are far more alike than I had believed. In the ways we are different it’s only for the better—where I can be impatient, he has the patience of a saint. I like to cook, he’s content to clean and is almost fastidiously tidy, yet he doesn’t mind when I’m not. I have also grown to truly love Dante and Enzo for the way they treat me like I’m a part of the family. I’m not the only who cooks anymore, there is a lot of teasing, a lot of laughter, and it’s no longer bittersweet for me.

Yet a sigh escapes me. In two days it will be twenty-five days, but Cesare hasn’t mentioned it. He hasn’t said a thing, even though I just remembered, his steel-trap brain can’t have forgotten. Is he going to let me go? Is he going to have me packed up when I get home? Grover would miss Cesare; Grover absolutely adores Cesare. My stupid heart stuttered watching them, Cesare so big and strong, careful and gentle as he held and played with Grover. I blink back tears, dang it, not at work. Quickly I close out of my calendar as I push down my fears of what will happen in two days.

Once we’re home we separate. I forgot the quilt I was supposed to mail today. I need to pack it and prepare it for mailing, and when I tell Cesare he nods and says he’ll see me in a few minutes. Only I guess I take too long. Cesare’s arms come around me.

“What’s the holdup, cara?”

The stress has been building all day, giving me the push to say what I’ve been worried about. “I was just wondering what you would do with this room when I go home.”

He stiffens, his hands less than gentle as he whirls me around to face him. “What the fuck are you talking about, when you go home?”

I’m fighting to swallow the words thank fucking god at the outrage on his face. I keep my eyes down in case he saw what I wasn’t ready for him to see. “The twenty-five days are up in two days. You said you wanted me for twenty-five days.”

It’s there, his hand far from gentle on the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You aren’t going any fucking where. Do I make myself clear?”

I nod, hating the way panic flickered in his eyes for a second. My hands go up to cup his face. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to stay here with you, in your bed, in your home, in your life.”

With a growl from low in his chest he takes my mouth. Holy crap, he’s savage; enough isn’t enough even though I offer no resistance, giving him everything he demands. I’m unaware I’ve moved when I feel the bed under me. My clothes are torn from me, I hear them rip and god I’m a freak because I’m so wet from it. From knowing this gorgeous, sexy man is losing his damned mind over me. Then all thought is gone as he plunges inside me rough, hard, oh yes.

***

Cesare

Christ, what she does to me. Panic warred with relief and anger as she had dared to talk of leaving me. No. How could those words even cross her lips? How dare she even think them? She belongs to me, she is mine, her place is with me, always. I should be soothed by her response, her willingness to give me everything I demanded, yet it only fanned the flames of my anger. How dare she say those words when this is where she wants to be?

The need to imprint myself on her, brand her as mine leaving no doubt, no room for second-guessing, burns hot and bright inside me. Inside, I need to be inside her. Fuck. Tight, so fucking tight her pussy wraps around me and squeezes until I see stars. I thrust hard until I’m home deep inside her. Every time, every damn time I find I’m home inside her. I find the other half of me I never knew I was missing. I’m complete, whole, safe. My safe place from the chaos of the world. When she’s in my arms, everything fades away until there is only us.

My name is a whimper on her sweet lips. “Mine,” I growl as I take her mouth, cotton-candy sweet. I’ll never get enough of her. Her legs wrap around me as her dripping wet pussy clenches me in time with the beating of my heart.

“Yours,” she moans into my mouth. “Only you, Cesare.” Damn right. My woman—no one else has ever heard her whimpers, her gasps, felt her tight pussy around their cock, tasted her sweet pussy, and damn it, no one else ever will. Unleashed, I move; I love the way she moans, fighting against me pulling out. She loves my cock, watching her go down on me is so fucking erotic, I never know how I last longer than thirty seconds. Then the way she swallows everything I give her, humming with pleasure, leaves me so hard I swear I could fuck her all over again. Alicia is every damn wet dream any man has ever had. Eager, uninhibited, so very willing, reveling in her desires, in all the ways I want her.

Damn it. I’m fighting not to come as her pussy works around me. She’s close but she comes first, always. I move faster, answering her pleas. That’s it. Tighter now her pussy works me, clenching my cock tight, then she hits her climax and fuck, her pussy clutches me demanding I come with her. I can’t fight her demand, and I do. I love the way she milks my cock, the way she shivers with satisfaction every time I come inside her.

I’m careful not to let her have my full weight, but I can’t move off her. The feel of her is too damn awesome. Her small hands roam my back. “I’m sorry I talked about leaving. I should have just asked you. I was afra

id you’d tell me of course it was time for me to go, because you’ve never said anything about me staying since I’ve been here.”

Raising my head, I see the fear in her eyes and I hate it. I run a finger over her swollen lips. “I told you, Alicia. I took advantage of the situation to get you here. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine. I protect what’s mine. I keep what’s mine.”

Those beautiful eyes glow brightly at my words. Alicia wants to belong to me, revels in belonging to me. Good, now that we’re both on the same page there will be no more doubts, no more question of her going anywhere.

***

Cesare

The chime of my cell phone warns me who is calling me. Fuck, it’s been two days since I left a message, and my uncle returns my call three minutes before I need to go to a meeting. I don’t hesitate to answer. “Uncle, thank you for returning my call. I have an issue I need to speak to you about in regards to business.”

I shoot an email to Dante letting him know he needs to run the end of the month meeting without me. His response is a fuck you, fine.

There is a hesitation on the line. I know he’s wondering what the hell it could be. “My business?”

“Yes, there is an issue where it intersects with someone precious to me.”

“I have free time today. Would you like to take a walk?”