Single Mom Wanted for Fake Marriage: A Billionaire Romance

by Aubrey Dark

Her eyes flashed up dangerously at mine. Was she scared? Or excited? I couldn’t tell. Sweat beaded on the back of my neck from the effort of holding myself back.

  “I think,” she said, stepping even closer to me, “that we both want the same thing.”

  Her hip brushed my cock, and a low throaty rumble emerged from the base of my throat. She was playing with fire.

  “Is that right?”

  “I think so,” Sierra breathed. She shifted her weight, and now I was certain that the pressure against me was intentional. I could feel the surge of heat rushing through me.

  “Then ask me again,” I said, wetting my lips. I was ready. All I needed was one more word from her to be certain. One more yes to cast my doubts aside.

  “Pretty please,” she said, her voice lilting seductively, “with a cherry on top, would you please take off my panties?”

  My arms were around her in an instant, lifting her against my waist. Her mouth came up to meet mine, and our lips crashed together as I gripped her ass firmly, urging her legs to clasp around my waist. A soft moan escaped her throat, sending me into a frenzy of desire.

  I couldn’t stop myself any longer. With two strides, I was at the bed, still tearing kisses from her hot lips. I threw her down on the bed and pinned her hips down to the mattress with my hands. Her legs hung slightly over the edge of the bed.

  She tried to lift herself up, but I pushed her back, kissing her again and growling a warning. Her hair was splayed out over the covers, and her cheeks were flushed red.

  I bent forward over her body. She brought her leg up and I caught it, sliding my body to position myself between her legs. Bending down, I licked her panties. They were already damp with her desire, and I could feel the slickness as I pressed my tongue deeper against her.

  “Oh!” she cried. “Ohhhh—”

  I slid a finger under her panties, and her cry caught in her throat. Her hands moved down to her hips, shoving down the fabric, but I swatted them aside, withdrawing my finger.

  “I’m the one undressing you,” I said firmly. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.” The word was full with need.

  “Don’t make me tie you up,” I said, only half-teasing.

  Her dark eyes were fierce with protest until I bent my head again, pressing my lips hard against her most sensitive spot.

  “William—” she cried out. “Oh God, William, please—”

  My name on her lips made my cock twitch. But I was going to do this the way I wanted. And that meant getting her good and wet for me. I licked her lightly through the soaked fabric of her panties, my fingers kneading the soft flesh of her hips and ass. She groaned and lifted her hips up to my mouth. I pushed them back down.

  “Please—” she rasped. I loved the way her voice sounded, thick and low with desire.

  Again my fingers snuck under her panties. I slid them up, on either side of her slit, my tongue still probing lightly through the panties.

  “Ohhhh. Yes.”

  My blood pumped hard but I waited a moment more, sliding my fingers back and forth against her hot, wet skin. Then I found her entrance and slid two fingers into her heat. Immediately she clenched against me, urging me deeper. I nearly exploded with desire as she bucked against my fingers. I could feel her heat, her pulse thrumming deep in her core. God, she was beautiful.

  “Yes!” she cried. “Please, William, yes, please!”

  Her body trembled, her hips twitching up, but I couldn’t satisfy her yet. Instead, I withdrew my fingers. I could feel her body clamping down, aching for more. I would give it to her. Once it was the only thing she could think of. Once I was the only one she wanted.

  Pulling her panties down slightly, I kissed her hipbone. My lips moved down lower, lower, until she was shaking with need. Her hand moved down again, then away to the cover, grasping the sheets in her fingers in a death grip.

  “Good girl,” I whispered. I moved my mouth down even further. Her panties slid halfway down her hips, and she writhed under me, groaning.

  “William,” she cried. “Oh, please. Please. William—”

  I kissed her there, hard, my tongue sliding deep into her warmth. She let out a shattering scream as I sucked her hard, then released her. My fingers found her again, and she arched her body to force me deeper. Her breasts were rounded moons of cream skin above my head, and I thought of how wonderful it would be to suck them until she came. But not the first time. The first time we would come together. I would make sure of that.

  I withdrew my fingers.

  “Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Oh God, William, please don’t—”

  Her hands reached down again, and I grabbed her by the wrists. Pulling her up further on the bed, I grinned.

  “I told you not to interfere,” I said. With my free hand, I found what I was looking for. “Now I’m going to have to tie you up.”

  “William?”

  Her eyes widened as I twisted the fabric around her wrists, tying them up to one of the headboard slats. Her arms were fastened above her.

  “Do I need to use a double knot?” I asked. “Are you as good at undoing knots as you are at cracking locks?”

  She licked her lips, looking nervously up at her bound wrists.

  “William, I won’t. I promise. I won’t do it again.”

  “That’s right. You won’t. You won’t even be tempted when you’re tied up.”

  “William—”

  I bent down and kissed her on the lips, stopping her protest. My hands found her hips, and I pushed down the fabric of her panties.

  “William?” she whispered. “What are you—”

  “I told you,” I said. “I always get what I want. And right now, I want you. All of you.”

  Chapter 14

  “I want you.”

  It was what I had hoped for, wasn’t it? When I had come into William’s room, anger and guilt simmering beneath my skin, what had driven me to ask him to undress me? Nothing but pure animal desire.

  Now, though, as he straddled me with my arms bound above my head, I felt as helpless and vulnerable as I’d ever felt. But I had done this to myself. I had let myself grow dizzy with need, I had let him take me with his hands, his lips, his tongue. I hadn’t just asked for it.

  I had begged for it.

  And now he was going to take what he wanted.

  The bed was soft under my back, the sheets like silk, but all I cared about was the hardness of his body. As he leaned down, easing himself against me, I let out a whimper of need. My core was twisted into a tight coil after what he’d done to me. All I wanted was release.

  But he didn’t give it to me.

  His lips pressed mine softly. If I hadn’t been tied up, I would have thought that he was simply a romantic. As his mouth moved down to my ear, I lifted my eyes to the dark oak headboard where I was bound tight.

  “Don’t try to escape,” he murmured into my ear. His breath was warm, tickling, and I shivered with pleasure.

  I wouldn’t try to escape. Who knew what he’d do to me then? He had already tortured me past sanity with his tongue between my legs. Now, it was his thigh pressing against me, not quite hard enough, as his lips caught my earlobe and sucked. A lightning bolt of tension streaked through my body and I arched against him.

  Pretend. This was all pretend. Only now we had stopped pretending, and I couldn’t ignore the insistent voice in my mind telling me that this was all I really wanted, all I really needed. Telling me that there was a chance I could make him mine, mine for good, mine for real.

  His tongue was hot, and he licked my ear, then sucked again, as though promising something that I could not have. I was nearly panting with desire, my breath coming hard and fast. His hands moved down, skimming my shoulders and coming to a rest on my chest, where his fingers fondled my nipple. I felt it grow hard under the rolling pad of his thumb, and when he sucked the skin of my neck I moaned aloud.

  “William.”

  His name was be
autiful, and I rolled it on my tongue, savoring every syllable. Trying to focus on something other than the hard pulsing of my core and the ache where he had left me unsatisfied.

  “William.”

  His mouth moved down from my neck, his tongue exploring every curve and crevice as he went. I squirmed eagerly, but he stopped halfway down, his lips brushing the nipple that he’d drawn erect with his fingertips.

  “Perfect,” I heard him breathe. And then he sealed his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.

  It was the same motion he’d done before, farther down, and again my breath was torn from my lips as the ferocity of his mouth shuddered my body. Pain shivered in needles through my nerves, mixing with the strangest kind of pleasure I’d ever known. Releasing me, his tongue caressed my sore and swollen nipple, spreading soft warmth through my chest from the very point where he’d sent me into near spasms.

  Pretend? How could I have ever pretended when this was what reality promised? How could I go back to pretend after this? I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I wanted him to take me, wanted him to possess me wholly and utterly, without caring about the repercussions. When this was over—

  Would this ever be over? He drew out my desire, spun out the moments until they were minutes and then an eternity. Time spiraled out of my grasp as I tried to breathe and could not, as I tried to think and could not. My mind was broken, and my body was finally awake for the first time in years.

  With his other hand, he cupped my free breast. Moving over, he sucked again at the new nipple, not waiting for me to recover. I cried out. It was too much. There was nothing I could do, and my wrists strained against the ties. Overhead, I heard the headboard creak as my whole body twisted to get free.

  “Ahhh!”

  My scream turned into a moan as his hands moved down to my lower back, kneading the muscles there. Almost instantly, the ache of my breasts vanished, replaced by the almost tender massage of his strong fingers deeper and deeper, until I was moaning for more.

  That was the William I was starting to know. The one who pulled me closer with pleasure, then made me scream with aching pain. The William who made me sign a contract, then threw me down on his bed to ravish me. I did not know which one I would get next. The one who wanted me, or the one who only needed me?

  Before my thoughts could cohere into a whole, he had drawn his hands away again, sitting up. My skin turned cold with the sudden withdrawal. I looked up at him, towering above me. His muscles were hard; his face harder. It seemed as though he was thinking over what to do to me.

  “Kiss me.” I said. I didn’t know what I could do with my hands tied above me, but I didn’t care. I wanted him back. Every second that passed without his skin against mine made my body cry out for contact.

  Then he smiled, and oh God, that smile. In that moment, I wanted him to smile at me forever. Yes, this was all pretend, and yes, I shouldn’t feel so real. But I wanted it too badly to care.

  When he returned to my lips, kissing me, I put everything I had into the kiss. Every hope, every want, every desire that came surging through my body, I drew together and delivered into the sweet warmth of his lips. I pushed and pulled, teasing him with my tongue.

  Then I wrapped my legs around him, forcing his cock against my body. I was so wet, so ready for him.

  “Now,” I said.

  “Wait,” he moaned hoarsely. “Sierra—”

  “Now.”

  He wasn’t a man who took orders, but I knew that what I’d said before was true. This was what we both wanted. Now, as I lifted my lips to his, he plunged into me. My kiss turned into a gasp as his cock thrust into me, deeper, deeper than I’d thought possible.

  My hips bucked upward, wild with need. He rolled his hips, thrusting into me harder, deeper. An animal growl of pleasure came from his throat. I wanted to wrap my fingers in his hair, to pull him close until the ache inside me was satisfied, but my wrists were bound tight. Instead, I could only moan his name over and over again.

  “William—William—William—”

  He didn’t wait. We had waited long enough. Now the power of our mutual lust blew through us like a shock wave. Over and over, he thrust into me, his cock stretching me with its thickness. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and his arms wrapped tightly around me as we slid against each other, the delicious friction sending me into new heights with every thrust.

  I was swollen and aching. Not only part of me, but my whole body seemed to be on the precipice, teetering between pain and pleasure. That terrible need pulsing through me, making me clench my eyes whenever he withdrew too far. That incredible feeling when his body met mine again, rolling against me as he drove his cock into me harder and harder.

  I gripped him with my core, gripped him hard as I felt the wave of ecstasy begin to roll over me. He was rock hard, his hips crashing into my flesh, bruising me. I needed this. It had been so, so long since I had let go, and now that I was bound to his bed, I felt utterly freed from constraint. This was a passion I could throw myself into fully and completely, letting my mind fly away. This was a wilderness I could get lost inside of. This brute animal need that controlled my body, riding me as hard as he rode me, forcing me to let go of any control.

  As my orgasm started to rise within me, I opened my mouth to cry out. His lips fell onto mine, seizing me, and his whole body rolled into mine, his hips driving me into the mattress as I crested hard. Wave after wave of ecstasy flooded my body. I closed my eyes and let myself fall into pure sensation. All was darkness, slick darkness and need. Our bodies were one as we rolled into the climax together. His pulse swelled my veins, and my heart pounded with his heartbeat.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned into his kiss. He stiffened inside of me, and I could feel him pulsing, thrusting deep as his own breath caught in his throat and he met my pleasure with his own. The pressure was relentless, insistent, and I could not stop myself from crying out as the waves of ecstasy tore me and tumbled me again and again.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I cried, and somewhere in the distance I heard my name falling from his lips.

  The rush of heat receded into a shiver as he pushed himself away from me and cool air touched my skin. A noise whimpered from my throat, but I could not reach for him to pull him back. He withdrew, taking my heartbeat with him.

  “William.” I opened my eyes to see him waiting above me, looking down at our bodies. He swore, and moved away, rolling off to the side of the bed.

  “William?” Confusion muddled my mind. What was he doing? Why did he look so angry? No, not angry. Frightened. A dark expression flashed across his face. His hair was damp with sweat. I wanted to push it back from his eyes, to see his face better, but my hands were still tied.

  “I didn’t… I couldn’t pull out in time. Sierra?”

  I swallowed. My heartbeat had almost returned to normal, but his worry made it skip back to double time.

  “Yes?” I whispered.

  “Tell me you’re on birth control.”

  “I’m on birth control,” I said, lying through my teeth. I hadn’t been on birth control for years. It simply wasn’t something I had thought about. But the relief that flooded his face made it almost worth the lie.

  Tomorrow I would go and fix this mess. Tomorrow I would fix all of my messes. Tomorrow I would go and find my husband who should be my ex husband, and I would go to the pharmacy, and I would make all of my lies turn into truths.

  Tomorrow I would be an honest woman.

  He reached up and untied my wrists with fingers so gentle I almost could not remember how he had pinched me, fondled me, tortured me. His hands rubbed at my wrists tenderly.

  “I forgot about the bruise here,” he said, his voice soft and apologetic. I blinked before remembering the photographer. That had been tonight. One day. It seemed like a lifetime ago. I felt as though my life could be divided neatly into two parts. The first part—before William had taken me to his bed—and now. I felt wholly like a different person.

  “I’m f
ine,” I said. My hands were tingling with the new blood flow now that they were untied. I flexed my fingers tentatively. “That was wonderful.”

  Wonderful was an understatement. Still, William’s face had not lost all of its dark expression. It was obvious that he was still worried. Obvious, too, that I was not welcome to stay in his bed.

  Stretching, I rolled up and stood. My dress and underwear were scattered on the floor, and I gathered them up quickly.

  He still hadn’t said anything to me. I didn’t know if he was simply waiting for me to leave, or if he had felt differently about our lovemaking than I had. Either way, it was apparent that I should go. He had seemed like he had wanted me before, but I clearly wasn’t wanted now.

  A strange echo of jealousy rattled through my heart. Why didn’t he want me anymore? Maybe this was how he treated all of the women he bedded. A stinging pain made me bite my lip to keep my feelings from showing. We’d had a good time, and that was all I had wanted. Wasn’t it? I should be grateful that he’d satisfied me.

  “Thank you,” I said lamely. He lifted his head, as though realizing suddenly that I’d gotten up from the bed. I moved quickly to the doorway, not wanting him to see the emotions cratering my surface. “Thank you for everything. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I didn’t wait for a reply. I didn’t expect one. We’d both gotten what we wanted.

  Then why did I feel so hollow inside?

  Chapter 15

  I was so ashamed. Sierra had run out of my bedroom as soon as I’d untied her. And why wouldn’t she? I’d gone mad with desire, lost all control.

  I hadn’t meant to take her so fiercely. Now she must think me a monster. And I couldn’t blame her.

  Her body had driven me crazy. When she’d moaned my name, I couldn’t stop myself. I’d flung myself into her, taken her without thinking of any of the consequences. I’d been an idiot. A selfish idiot. She’d asked me to undress her, and I’d devoured her like I hadn’t had a woman in years. And I hadn’t, but even if I had, this woman was different. There was something about her that drove all reason from my mind.