Red Hot Revenge (Erotic Romance) (Dominated by the Billionaire) Read online

  He shrugged off the barb with a mocking smile of his own. “Moving up in the world has its perks, certainly. For one thing, it means I can prey on helpless little women such as yourself.”

  Helpless little…I’ll show you helpless, she vowed vengefully, stepping out of the car as Jason too, got out and handed the keys to the valet. Bella swore then and there that the first chance she got, she was going to make him pay for this…

  * * *

  It’s not happening...it’s not happening, she chanted in her head, breathing in and out deeply as Jason held open the door of the suite, his dark eyebrow raised questioningly. She entered without a word, and stood waiting as she heard him come in behind her, locking the door securely after him.

  Without preamble, he grabbed her arm, twisted her round and tugged her hard against him. His lips covered hers in a trice, grinding her lips strongly against her teeth. She whimpered and fought against him, trying to shove him back. "Let me go, damn you!"

  Jason drew back with a smile, hands still holding her shoulders in a punishing grip. "A bit of resistance play, I see. I think I like it. There’s nothing like some show of reluctance to fire up the scene. So, shall we make up a few safe words now, or?" his eyebrows lifted mockingly.

  "I can think of one," she bit out in sarcastic fury, glaring up at him. "How about "lawsuit"?"

  He threw his head back and laughed. "Yep, that’s sure to get my attention," he teased, and then the next moment, was pushing her coat off her shoulders. Sure enough, she was wearing the black lacy underwear he’d bought, and nothing else but her stockings and heels. The coat fell unhindered to pool around her feet. The way his eyes blazed at the sight of her in the sexy lingerie was enough to make her throat constrict.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, hands skimming her face, and then encircling her neck. “Now just keep playing along and who knows…you’ll start to enjoy this as much as I undoubtedly will.”

  She was trembling so hard she was sure he would be able to tell. His hands, large, the enamel of his long fingers well manicured and square, felt so warm, almost hot on her bare skin. She hated that her body responded so treacherously to his touch. The revulsion, the distaste, she’d been so sure she would feel, wasn’t there. And that scared her.

  “Your beauty is as bewitching as ever,” he said huskily, as his narrowed, dark grey eyes sketched piercingly over her face, then all over her trembling, almost naked frame. “Knowing you’re mine to have for three nights is making my head spin.” He slashed his head to press a hard kiss to lips, and then another, adding on a growl, “And I’m going to make every minute count…”

  Bella panicked. She went into fight mode and just smacked his face, then started struggling against him, this time more viciously. He mouthed out a surprised hush, but then easily grabbed her flailing wrists.

  “I know I said I like a bit of fight but Bella, this is getting ridiculous,” he muttered, right before he swept her into his arms, walked over to the bed and dumped her unceremoniously on it.

  Bella straightened at once but he was right on her, crushing her down with his weight. Panting, she sobbed out, “I’ve changed my mind! I don’t – I don’t want this, Jason.” He had her hands pinned high above her head, and she could feel his chest hard against hers, nothing but his white dress shirt and her flimsy lingerie between them.

  “Too late, baby,” he growled, eyes glinting. “You can’t back down now. You’ll get what you want – now it’s my turn.”

  “So what, now you’re going to just take me? Without my consent?” she spat, squirming beneath his incredible weight. Damn, he was so strong…she knew she’d be helpless if he wanted to use force. But a sinking part of her heart told her that force would become highly unnecessary if she didn’t get out of this mess, and soon…

  He chuckled harshly at her words, snaking his hard, formidable length over her soft, shivery frame. “From the moment you walked into my office yesterday it was clear that you liked what you saw, Bella.” He bent his head to capture her lips, but she turned her face away. He merely laughed again.

  “I know that you want me…Over and over… And I want you too - now, in every way there is. On top of me, under me, kneeling and taking my hot hard cock from behind….”

  Bella moaned with shame, closing her eyes against his searing words and how they thrilled through her like electricity. The images he conjured had her pussy pulsing with a need she felt deeply guilty of even having. How could she want him, want this? He was using her, taking her against her will. The last thing she should be doing was wanting it to happen.

  He was kissing her neck now, then nibbling and licking at her ear lobe in turns. She felt every piece of ice left in her melting beneath his relentless onslaught. He had had trapped, emotionally, physically, mentally. Bella felt she had nothing left to fight him with now…

  * * *

  Bella’s body looked as beautiful as Jason had always imagined – maybe even more so. Her dark golden hair was pinned up in some kind of artfully mussed up style, which he couldn’t wait to mess up all the more with his hands. And that wasn’t the only part of her he wanted to get his hands on.

  The first thing he’d done was unhook her bra, freeing her gorgeously rounded breasts, a perfect fit in his large, squeezing palms. She’d groaned when he’d caressed her roughly, pinching at her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. Then he’d taken several minutes getting his tongue and lips acquainted with every inch of her full mounds, suckling and biting on her flesh and nubs till many gasps of pleasure were ripped from her.

  Next, he rolled off her stockings and now had her wrists tied up on either side of the bedpost. Her ankles he easily held apart as he slowly pulled off her panties before tossing them aside. She lay there on her back, staring daggers at him even as he could see her breasts heaving, the nipples hardened to pink pebbles.

  “Right where I want you,” he murmured and then smiled ever mockingly - but there was a huskiness to his tone that spelt out how much self control he was exerting. It was all he could do not to just rip into her like he wanted to. His cock throbbed like a living thing wanting to be free of the constraints of his trousers. He was still fully dressed, yet she lay naked before him, tied up with her own silk tights, her pussy spread out. The sight of her beautiful body, vulnerable and up for grabs, was enough to make his blood boil with hot, animal lust.

  “I guess in one way I win,” she gritted out, eyes holding his unforgivingly. “At least I’ll go away from this knowing that the great Jason Evans had to blackmail and practically have me helpless in his bed before he could have my pussy.”

  “Hmm, and what a pussy it is,” he purred, deflecting the jibe with merely another smile. His hands took hold of her thighs, right behind her knees which he pushed back, all the way back till her feet were almost level with her head and touching the bedpost. Bella gasped out loud, feeling more exposed than she’d ever been in her life, as her pussy and ass were displayed completely to his devouring gaze.

  “It’s so very wet,” he said on an almost famished sigh, right before he bent his head and lay his tongue flat against her hairless slit. Bella held herself as still as she could for as long as she could – but it was pointless.

  Jason was too skillful, too hungered to be ignored. He rolled and dipped and toyed with her pussy, thumbing her clit while his tongue danced from that erect fuck button and then down to her swollen, dripping folds. By this time Bella was straining against her restraints, hating herself so much for loving every minute of it. He fingered-pounded her, shoving as many as three in at one point and driving them in piston-style. Moments later, Bella came, screeching out as her whole frame curved right off the bed like she’d been shot.

  He watched as she shuddered her way back down to earth, his gaze so dark it was like onyx now. This time when he smiled it was not so mocking, yet no less triumphant.

  “Looks like someone’s having fun after all.”

  “You bastard,” she bit out softly,
her own eyes gleaming bright. “When are you going to get me out of these binds?”

  “Until I can be sure you’re not going to scratch my eyes out, at least,” he drawled, moving back from the bed. He started to methodically rid himself of his clothes: his open-necked white dressed shirt, which fit as snugly as his dark, stylish flat-front trousers. He chucked those off, and Bella could only stare at the bulge she could see in his boxer briefs as he stuck his thumb into the bands in readiness to pull them down, as well.

  He saw her wide-eyed look, and grinned wolfishly. “You could say I’ve been carrying more than a torch around for you these past four years,” he confessed with ironic humor. “I’ve never wanted anyone this bad in my life…and yet, even now I’m worried that those three nights are just not going to be enough. Once I get inside you, I may never want to come out again…”

  Bella bit on her lip in half dismay, half grudging admiration as finally, she got to see all of him. His broad, toned shoulders, his well defined pecs and abs…He kicked away his underwear and stood proudly in front of the bed, his cock pole straight with dark curls nestled jealously at the base. The balls hung hard and heavy, and she had to quell the urge to lick at her lips in helpless anticipation. Her pussy still dripped with her juices, and even now their inner walls clenched in hunger to be filled by that magnificent, purple-headed cock rearing so proudly before her.

  He joined her on the bed, coming to kneel by her head with his hand fisting his cock. She felt the smooth marble-like tip against her lips, and she turned her head away half angrily. Only to cry out in pain when she felt his fingers dig into her hair, tugging her face back. “Take it, Bella,” he ordered softly yet with a layer of steel that made her sob soundlessly. Her mouth seemed to part of its own accord, her nostrils flaring in awareness of the deliciously hot, musky scent of him, so fresh and so arousing. How she hated herself for submitting to his hard dominance. Bella wrapped her lips around his thickly veined shaft and hated herself again, for telling herself at once that he tasted so fucking good.

  He let go of her hair, and busied his hands with stroking her breasts and between her parted thighs, even as his hips thrust into her face. Even with her own hands tied out of the way, Bella managed to make good use of her lips and tongue, giving his erect dick endless lollipop licks around the swollen cap and along the timber-like shaft. She heard him moan again and again, but wasn’t sure if the sounds were coming from his throat or hers, because soon she was sucking hard on him, taking more and more of his inches and never easing up from the pleasure of it. Once or twice he shoved in and almost hit the back of her throat, making her gag on his powerful meat. And Bella loved it. Heaven help her, she loved it all…

  * * *

  When he took her, he took her slow. Jason kept telling himself he had all night, and wasn’t going to just erupt within a minute of sliding his cock into her slick, clutching, velvety pussy. But damn, it was hard not to just let go. He’d had to wrench himself out of her mouth before he came in her throat. Only to discover that her pussy was just as punishingly sweet.

  He could feel her whole body still fighting him, rejecting him – but there was one part of her that welcomed him in, suctioning on relentlessly.

  Jason settled himself between her thighs and bent to take her lips in a kiss. She clamped against him for a moment, but then, like a moist, warm flower, her lips parted to take his tongue. It was at that moment he surged into her and filled her pussy to the hilt in one deep, hard stroke.

  Bella gasped out loud against his mouth, her hips bucking involuntarily against his. Her body seemed to quiver in response to his powerful penetration, which he in no way let off. Instead of easing up, he drove into her more strongly, entrenching himself as far into her tight, sweet walls as he dared. Soon, he could feel her moving against him of her own accord, could feel her hips undulating in tune with his. Only then, did he reach up and untie her hands, clasping them for a moment in his as he deepened the kiss, eating into her mouth like he was starved. Finally, he released her, bracing his arms against the mattress as he picked up momentum. Looked like he wasn’t going to last much longer, Jason realized. He would have to save the impressive performance for later. This time, he needed just one hard, fast fuck to take off that hungry edge that had gnawed at him since earlier that day when she’d said “yes”. Jason hoped to make her say “yes’ again and again before the three days was up…

  He felt her fingers grip and dig into his waist, before sliding down to cup his ass cheeks and squeezed. He ground into her, banging her pussy with countless balls-deep thrusts till her nails were digging into the firmness of his ass. He could feel her vaginal muscles constrict spasmodically, and knew she was coming even before she started to rock hard against him, a wail of pleasure sprouting from her lips. He was glad to bring her to a climax for a second time, which meant he could now take his own. Soon enough, he let himself go, breaking from her lips and arching his back as he pumped deep into her cunt everything he had in him.

  He came and came till he thought he’d never stop. But the second he was done, he realized with a wild jolt that he wanted her again. Damn, it was going to be a long, hot night…

  * * *

  Every time it happened, she hated herself. Felt shamed and degraded, not just by his almost insatiable lust for her, but for her answering desire for him. Yes, her body soon came to want his pounding, massive cock tearing into her. Her mind and heart rebelled against it, but her body wanted, needed to be taken once more by him. And she always swore it was for the last time. That she’d stand up to him.

  But she didn’t.

  The second night he invited her over to his place, a well-designed house on the hills. There was a chef to serve them dinner in his art deco dining room. The food, the wine, even the light, civil chitchat they shared while they ate – it meant nothing. All she could think of was him touching her again, his fingers raking over her body. All she wanted was his cock, hard and punishing, fucking her till she came in torturous waves. Their eyes met many times during the meal, and she could tell from his dark, glinting gaze that he felt exactly the same.

  They left the dining room at last. He led her deeper into his house, through the door of the master bedroom. She barely had time to glimpse the massive California king size before he tugged her into his arms and kissed her. Soon she was to discover that they may end up not using the bed after all.

  Right there, with his back against the wall, he shoved his hands up her dress, pushing it out of the way as he hooked his fingers in her panties and ripped them off. Quickly, his lips still locked with hers, he unbuckled his trousers and freed his raging cock, which sprang into the air, sturdy and mast-like.

  She gasped against his lips, wrapping her legs instinctively around his hips as he hoisted her up, hands cupping her ass. Bella’s fingers were fisting into his thick wavy hair as she kissed him back hungrily. She felt him balance her atop his dick, and held her breath. She knew she was just seconds away from being impaled on his throbbing meat, but it didn’t scare her. She figured it might hurt a bit, but she also knew that she was already sopping wet. More than ready for their first hot bang of the night.

  She hadn’t miscalculated. Seconds later, he all but drilled himself right up into her waiting pussy. First with shallow, sampling thrusts, feeling his way in with his cap and not much more. Bella moaned against his lips hungrily. She wanted more. She wanted it all. And he obliged soon enough as he ground into her without warning, ripping his way right up to the mouth of her cervix. Now he had his impressive length buried inside to the hilt, and Bella couldn’t help it, she began to bounce up and down on him. She had to grip his hair tightly for balance as she fed her pussy with his blistering baton, hearing him groan out her name. She smiled against his lips, loving the way his fingertips dug into the softness of her ass as she pumped herself wantonly on his cock in perfect synchronization with his own upward thrusts.

  Bella couldn’t remember coming so fast or so hard. It wa
s tsunami-like in its intensity and unexpectedness. She definitely hadn’t seen it coming. One moment they were fucking each other like savages, and the next, he lodged his cock right inside that spot that rang all her bells. She hadn’t even known she had that spot – but damn him, he hit it good. Her pussy flooded on his cock like a tide, and Bella’s head fell back as that strange, animalistic sound only he could make her utter burst from her lips. He held her tightly in place, building his own tempo till he too, pulsed and roared his release deep inside her like a storm.

  Slumping against him, Bella told herself they were spent – for the moment. Knowing him, he’d pick right up from where they left off in a few minutes. And already, her greedy pussy was twitching with the delicious prospect…

  * * *

  It was the third night.

  Strange how they fucked far more than they talked. No, words were never needed between them. She showed up when and when he wanted, and then they went at it like wildcats. When it was over, she never lingered; couldn’t bear to see him gloat that he’d shown her, one more time, how he could turn her into jelly in his hands. Bella kept telling herself it was a matter of time and she’ll have him where she wanted him. And then he would be made to pay back in full for all he’d made her endure….

  This time, he’d asked her to meet him at his office. “I’ll send the staff away a bit early,” he said on the phone when he called her close to mid-day. Bella was in her own office, trying not to squirm in her chair as his voice rolled over her like crushed gravel. Hearing his voice brought to mind every moment of lustful abandon she’d had to share with him. Was she a fool to be looking forward to more? Silly woman, she chided herself – you should be wishing it were over and done with…