His Dirty Demands (Dirty Billionaires 1)

The tattoos Dante mentioned what feels like eons ago are bigger and bolder than I thought they would. Despite a thin layer of hair covering his chest, the tattoos are visible. There is a large tattoo of a wolf over the head of a shaman over one side of his chest, and on the other it looks like some kind of Mayan design. On his right bicep is a large raven.

I’m surprised by the tattoos, but I’m stunned at the way his body is a work of art. Seeing all his muscles and the way they ripple beneath his taut, golden dark skin has me squirming at how much the sight of him turns me on. Then he sends my world spinning by pushing down his underwear. Speech is beyond me; I’m shaking my head. That won’t fit, I know I’m big but that’s bigger, much bigger.

His laughter has me blinking. “I’ll fit, cara. I’ll fit so perfectly you’ll know you were made for me.”

I can only watch as he bends down to open the bedside table and takes out a condom. Finally, I find my voice. “I’m protected. If you don’t want to wear a condom.” He goes still, an eyebrow goes up. “I’ve been on the pill continuously for a few years. Problems with my period made it easier.”

For a long minute he looks at the condom before shaking his head. He opens the condom. I can’t take my eyes off the way he rolls the condom on. “I need as much help as possible lasting inside you.”

I blush at his words. He laughs as he comes down on the bed over me. He’s so big, so perfect. I run a hand over his chest; the hair there is silky, soft. In a quick movement both my wrists are captured in a loose, yet firm hold of his left hand. “I told you, cara, I need all the help I can get. You touching me doesn’t help.”

“I want to touch you. I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.” I moan, as I buck my hips to meet his hard length pressing into my hip.

“Next time.” He whispers against my mouth as he takes control of my mouth and my will. I give up. Where he’s concerned, my will hasn’t been my own since the first moment I saw him. Deep down I’m sure I’ve always known it; it just took some time to trust in it, in him that he won’t take advantage of it, of me. It doesn’t matter that he got me into his home with a threat. It was never about the threat—it was giving us both the out we needed to give in to this, in to each other, in to us.

Soft, gentle kisses, sweet glancing licks, roam down my neck then he captures my breast. Soft gives way to hard, gentle gives way to rough, sweet disappears into dirty and I’m begging for more. His big hand is on my other breast, teasing, tweaking, tugging on the nipple, molding my entire breast roughly. The double assault is relentless. Deeper and harder his mouth sucks until I wonder if it’s possible to come just from his mouth on my breasts. I’m on the edge, so close before I’m yanked away when his mouth moves to my other breast. I want to shout, only I’m lost in what he’s doing to me.

Oh god, I almost come off the bed at the way Cesare slides his cock between the seam of my lower lips

. It’s not enough, more, I’m pleading, trying desperately to free my hands to touch him. My only answer is him sucking harder on my nipple until I want to scream. Back and forth he moves, as I try to widen my legs, moving my hips. With a growl I feel in my chest that oh god sends a rush of liquid heat to the heart of me, Cesare lets go of me then grabs my hips, pushing me up the bed. I’m confused until his mouth is back on me.

This time he’s rougher, his teeth bared as he tugs on my outer lips while his tongue teases me. Then he sucks hard on my inner lips, and I fight not to cry from the pleasure and the pain that blend into a kind of perfection I never believed could exist. My hands are in his hair, urging him on as my hips try desperately to push against his mouth. His tongue teases my clit once, twice before his mouth covers the tight, swollen pleasure center and sucks hard, making me cry as I crash into my orgasm.

I’m still shaking, my body floating in space when the feel of the thick head nudging its way past my swollen lips yanks me back to earth. Opening my eyes, I find Cesare over me. His eyes meet and hold mine; I’m not even aware of reaching out to touch him until I feel the soft hair of his beard beneath my fingertips. He groans as he turns into my touch. Touching him is better than all the dreams of this moment. Slower now, he’s pushing into me. Oh my, he’s big yet he feels damn good, deeper, more, instinct draws my legs further apart and up around his hips. A hiss comes out of Cesare as my body clutches him deep inside. He surges into me in a hard push I welcome with a moan as he finds his home deep inside me. Oh god, I fight to keep breathing, so fucking amazing.

Soft lips brush against mine. “Eyes open, cara, I need to see you.”

Opening my eyes isn’t easy—closed is better to savor this moment, this first feeling of him inside. Only I can’t deny him. I open my eyes. Beautiful, so beautiful and he wants me.

A gentle kiss on my lips then he nods. He starts moving and sends my world spinning. Lies, they were all lies I told myself to remain satisfied with the vibrators because nothing has ever felt so mind-blowing in my entire life. Long, strong strokes out before he surges into me again with almost savage force. My body is screaming for more, harder, more, please deeper. Then he answers my every plea with harder, faster, more, and I’m breaking apart, my entire body breaking into a million pieces, too much too scary. I’m sobbing. My anchor is Cesare’s mouth on mine. I cling to him, everything he promises with his kiss he gives me as my body shatters. He puts me back together, he holds me close, his body is my shelter, my sanctuary.

From far away I feel Cesare move faster, then he’s shouting my name as he reaches his own orgasm. I treasure the sound of my name on his lips, love the way his head rests in the spot between my neck and my shoulder as he struggles for breath. No dream could ever compare to this.

I lose track of time, I think I fall asleep. I’m awake the moment Cesare begins to pull away. “One moment, carina, I need to get rid of the condom.”

With a sigh, I let him go. Only seconds later, he’s back, pulling me into his arms. This wasn’t the way I thought this moment would go. Relief floods me—he wasn’t scrambling to put space between us. There is hope for us. I hold tightly to that thought as I fall asleep with the sound of his heart thumping loud and reassuringly beneath my ear.

15

Cesare

Listening to Alicia’s breathing even out the moment she falls asleep is delicious as her soft, curvy body sinks further into mine. I’m wide awake, not wanting to miss a moment, a part of me still not believing I won’t wake up to find this was a dream all over again. Although I don’t think any dream could ever be as exquisite as the real thing has been. Alicia’s responsiveness was erotic in itself; I loved the way she gave herself up completely to me. The feel of her tight pussy wrapped around me, the way she squeezed me from deep inside...no, this was no dream.

A soft snore comes from her. This isn’t a dream and I couldn’t be happier. I’m actually a little spooked by the pure bliss running through my entire body. I can’t remember the last time I felt this amazing, as if the world was mine, as if no other moment could top this. Maybe the first million, when I knew what I could achieve and it was all up to me how far I could go.

A little shiver goes through Alicia, then she snuggles closer to me. I’m not cold but I pull the covers around us, and her sigh is immediate. Then the little snore is back. I can’t wait to make more discoveries about this woman, to learn all her little habits and quirks. I want to know them all. She’ll share them with me, I have no doubt.

There had been a part of me that was filled with guilt and shame over the threat I made in my office. It didn’t matter that it was empty, that if she had told me to fuck off I wouldn’t have said a word to anyone about the money. I would have let her walk away without another word. I worried our time together would be marred, haunted by the way I got her into my bed.

As I watched her beautiful face, not at all skilled at hiding her thoughts I told myself it was wishful thinking there was a light in those amber eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks when she said yes. That I was projecting my own hunger as her eyes ran over me. Only the moment I saw her in the robe, I knew I hadn’t been wrong. I wanted to go down on my knees in thanks for the way she offered herself to me. It didn’t matter how she was here; all that mattered was that she finally was.

I remember her tears, hating them, knowing they were genuine. I’m still not done with that situation—I’ll find the little bitch who hurt Alicia and her sister and make her pay. Shit, the things you do for family. I hadn’t broken the law to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads, but if it had been the only way then I wouldn’t have even hesitated. I was willing to break my body, my own face without ever counting the cost. How can I fault Alicia for borrowing twenty-five thousand to save her little sister’s ass, her future? Love, it makes you do crazy things you never thought were even an option; things you swore you’d never do are suddenly all on the table if it means keeping the ones you love safe and close.

I’m lost in my thoughts when I feel Alicia shift against me. “I never saw the appeal of tattoos before.” A finger traces along the line of the tattoo along my chest. “You would never guess all of this is under your suits. You look so buttoned up and proper, but this is hiding just below the surface. How many hours do you spend working out? Is there a single ounce of fat on your body?”

I chuckle as her hand roams over my chest and stomach. “I work out for an hour in the morning before my days starts, then depending on how my day went, I might work out for another hour or two in the evening to wind down to sleep.”

She sits up to look down on me. “You call working out for two hours how you wind down?”