At the Billionaire's Pleasure (Billionaire Brothers Series 1)

by M. G. Morgan

  I stood and walked to the opposite side of the room. Sucking in some deep breaths, I attempted to let the news sink in. I was all over the papers. David thought I was his girlfriend... The phrase hit me like a punch to the gut. Part of me wondered had he only used that word because the press had? Or did he think it too?

  I ran my mind back over his revelations. I was glad I had spoken to my parents. Even if it was fleetingly. Knowing what the press was like, I had images of them being hounded for news on my whereabouts and my state.

  If the word was out there, how easy would it be for Robert to find me in future? Could he simply track my whereabouts by following the news? I turned back to David and Aaron, my heart pounding in my chest. I was still angry but I wasn't angry at David. This wasn't his fault—none of it was. I had been naive getting into the relationship with him and thinking nothing would touch me.

  "How come I haven't seen any of the press?" I asked. "Aren't they supposed to be following us around trying to take pictures?"

  "They don't know you've left the hospital. But it's all a matter of time... Carrie, I'm so sorry..."

  I lifted my hand to stop his apology. "Don't. You don't need to keep apologising for things that are not your fault. All I want to do now is start getting back into things. Relax and ensure Robert is caught..." A small smile slid across my lips as I shifted my thoughts to far more pleasant imaginings. Thoughts that I hoped would be very shortly put into action.

  "I think I should lie down for a while. After everything... you know?" I wasn't particularly tired. The more I stared at David, and felt his closeness, the more I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

  He stood and took my hand in his. Aaron watched silently for a few minutes as though attempting to assess the situation. A grin curved his lips that made me blush. David seemed completely oblivious and it made me want to giggle. He was so knowledgeable when it came to sex and yet here I was preparing to throw myself at him and he didn't see it coming.

  I followed him back out the door and into the large hall. From there he took me up the stairs. I couldn't help but be astounded by the number of art works that lined the walls. The carpet felt thick and lush and I longed to pull my shoes off and dig my toes into its thick pile.

  Reaching the top of the stairs, David directed me to what I assumed would be my room. What lay beyond the door was far more than I had bargained for. The entire space reminded me of a complete apartment. Walking through the door, I entered what appeared to be a large sitting room. An archway separated it from the bedroom. Peeking through, I could see a huge four-poster bed dominating the floor space.

  David stood in the middle of the room and watched as I explored. When I turned to him with a look of wonderment his smile grew larger.

  "Do you like it?" he asked me.

  "Like it? It's amazing... It's just perfect in every single way... I can't explain how perfect it is..."

  He moved in behind me and wrapped his arms around my body, slowly turning me to face him. "You don't need to explain. I can see it in your face..."

  He dipped his face towards mine and kissed me softly. But I didn't want soft. Now more than ever I needed the hard dominating David that I knew existed. I needed to feel alive. To give myself over to him and have him tear the orgasms kicking and screaming from my body.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him closer. Soft moans of need whispering past my lips as I deepened the kiss. David held me against him as though if he pressed too hard I might break. But I wanted more. I had to have him, all of him.

  I bit down on his lip, drawing a shocked gasp from him. He pulled away from me and stared down into my lust-filled eyes. I felt like writhing against him, that if I pressed my body up tightly against his that he would have no choice but to give me what I craved.

  David's hands moved to my shoulders and he held me at arm’s length. Each time I tried to move into him he pushed me back just a little, just enough to stop me from touching him the way I wanted to.

  "Carrie, what's gotten into you?" he asked. His eyes were filled with the intensity I had come to know David for, but that didn't mean he would give me what I wanted.

  "I need to feel you on me. I want you, David. Take me, please. I want to feel alive. Make my body sing..."

  I could see the hesitation in his eyes a second before he uttered the words. "But you're just out of the hospital. You're not fit... What if something happens?"

  I blew out a frustrated sigh and stalked away from him into the bedroom. What was the point of having a room like this and spending time with a man that made me feel the way he did if he wasn't willing to take me? To me it felt like a waste.

  "Why is it always on your terms that we do something? Why can't I ask for something and you would do it?" I stared out the window as I spoke.

  He tangled his hand into my hair and pulled tightly. The sharp pain tingled along my scalp making me release all of the pent up emotion I had been holding in one long breath. I hadn't heard him come up behind me.

  "It's on my terms because I am Master. You are mine, Carrie, you do what I tell you or you get punished. It's simple as that, really." He tightened his fingers in my hair and I gasped. I half expected him to immediately release me and ask me was I alright but he didn't.

  Using the grip in my hair he tilted my head to the side and nibbled up along the length of my neck. The feel of his lips brushing against my skin and the way his teeth grazed me made my knees weak.

  They slowly buckled beneath me but David was there first. He scooped me up and dropped me onto the bed. I turned and looked up into his eyes and they were filled with the intensity I had witnessed earlier. It both frightened and thrilled me and I wanted him to take me with the passion burning in his eyes. I had a feeling if he did he would push me to the edge of my capabilities and then tip me over the other side.

  He stripped. His shirt was quickly discarded on the floor and his trousers followed. When he stood before me, his naked body silhouetted in the window as the afternoon sunshine poured in around him, he made my heart falter. He was beautiful, almost godlike and he made me feel ashamed of my own body. I knew I shouldn't have been. That he spent all of his time trying to reassure me that my body to him was like perfection. But from where I sat at that particular moment looking up at him, I didn't feel like perfection. In fact I didn't feel right at all. The gravity of the situation began to close in around me and I gasped for air.

  I wasn't sure how he managed it, but it truly felt as though he knew exactly what I was feeling in that moment. He moved over me, I scrambled back in an attempt to put some distance between us but David's hand clamped down on my thigh, pinning me in place.

  He slid his hand up along my jean-clad legs and it was enough to push my damaging thoughts back. His hands reached the button on the jeans and slowly and deliberately he opened them. I was mesmerised by the look in his eyes. It was pure, unadulterated want and power. He wanted me, all of me. I could see reflected in his eyes exactly what he would do to me. Whatever we were about to share in this bed would tether me completely to him. There would be no escape. David would possess all of me. I could feel it within me, in the way my blood sang in my veins each time his hand touched my flesh. He would own me and I would welcome it. I wanted him to have me.

  He gripped the top of the jeans and violently tugged them down my legs. It put me completely beneath him as he dropped them onto the floor and moved on to the shirt I was wearing. He popped each button painstakingly slowly, until finally I was exposed to him. Once again he pulled the shirt violently from my body, staking his claim on my flesh.

  I writhed beneath him, unable to help myself. My body ached for his touch. It felt like an age had passed since he had last taken me. And now I knew it was coming, I couldn't help but let a small whimper escape me. I lay before him in my panties and a bra and I was torn. On one hand I longed for him to take them off, to expose me completely to his gaze, and on the other hand I was afraid. I knew he had seen me naked bef
ore but that didn't stop me from feeling anxious. What if this time was different? What if he didn't like what he saw? What if I disappointed him?

  David pressed his fingers against my panties, probing until he could feel the folds of my sex. I knew I was wet, I had felt it trickling from me and soaking into my knickers. And now David knew it too.

  A wicked smile crossed his lips as he felt my body's response to him. He knew only too well the effect he had on me. Using his fingers he pressed harder in against the folds of my sex, pushing his fingers against my clit until I moaned and threw my head back on the bed covers.

  "I feel how much you want me, Carrie. And I don't just mean how wet you are." He slipped his fingers beneath the thin panties and thrust his fingers up into me. I let out a long sigh as he began to slide his fingers in and out of my body. The pleasure spiralled inside me but it wasn't enough.

  David lowered his body over mine and clamped his teeth down on my breast. Even though the bra covered me he found my nipple easily and nibbled at it until it rose into a tight bud of pure pleasure. I gasped, the sound resonating in the quiet room. His fingers thrummed a soft beat inside me as his teeth grazed and nibbled at the flesh of my breasts.

  I didn't notice when he removed my bra and slid the panties down my legs and let them drop to the floor in the pile of discarded clothes. I cried out when his teeth bit into the soft ripe flesh of my exposed breast. He spread my legs in that instant of pure pain and pleasure and thrust himself up inside me.

  I screamed. The feeling was intense. It was as though my body had kept itself together waiting for that one perfect moment when David would join with me. And when he did, my body broke apart. My mind left my body, carried away on the pleasure of having the man I loved move within me.

  I had never admitted it before to myself. It had always seemed impossible but it was true. I loved him. Every inch of him inside and out. And I would do anything to protect him. It hit me as David thrust into my body over and over. I pushed my hands into his hair and tilted his face down to look into mine. His eyes were filled with the fire of his possession of me. What he saw in my eyes spurred him on and he took me harder and faster, his body rocking against mine.

  I never closed my eyes, instead choosing to stare into his, to lose myself in his gaze. The pleasure continued to build inside me, pushing up into my chest until I was sure it would spill out of my mouth. The tears ran down my cheeks. The sensation of David's body in mine and the pleasure he gave me, coupled with the realisation that I loved him, was enough to tip me over the edge.

  I cried out, my voice echoing inside the room and mingling with David's shout of release. I dug my nails into his back leaving him covered in long, ragged scratches as he spilled his pleasure inside me. Filling me with the warmth of his seed. The pleasure bucked and heaved inside my body, like a live creature attempting to escape from inside of it. I floated on the pleasure, the aftermath of its glow coating my and David's body in a fine sheen of sweat.

  He lay beside me in the afternoon sunshine. His hand was across my body, making small circles on my tummy. We lay in that state for what felt like an eternity, neither moving or wanting to say anything. We were sated. As the sky began to darken, David's breathing deepened. I smiled as his hand slipped from my body and he rolled onto his stomach. I loved watching him sleep. It was the one thing that made him appear completely relaxed and at ease. His face was smooth, all of his worry and fear given up in the face of complete relaxation.

  Gently I traced my fingers across his brow. His hair had fallen down across his face and I used my hand to push it back. I wanted to watch him sleep. To see him when he was at his most vulnerable. It made him appear younger than he was, and far more innocent than I knew him to be. Part of me wondered if David had ever been innocent. He didn't strike me as the innocent type, since he enjoyed being wicked far too much. But if indulging in sins of the flesh was all I had to worry about with David, I considered it to be just fine.

  There were others out there far worse but as far as I was concerned in that moment as I stared down into his sleeping countenance, there were none better than him. I trailed my hand down along his back and he stirred, his hand wrapping around my body unconsciously and pulling me close in against him. He pressed his body to mine and I closed my eyes, lost in the feel of him. Sleeping in the circle of David's arms each night was something I could very easily get used to. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift away in his embrace.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Opening my eyes I squinted as the sunlight pouring in through the window. We had forgotten to close the curtains. Confused, I sat up and rubbed my hand across my eyes. When I had drifted off to sleep the sky had grown dark. Night time had settled in and now it was bright. I couldn't possibly have slept for so long without stirring? Could I? I turned in the bed but David was nowhere to be found. Part of me felt a little hurt that he hadn't woken me, or even hung around in the bed with me. It seemed to be his modus operandi to always get out of the bed before me.

  Crawling to the edge of the bed I let my legs hang down over the side. I hadn't asked David where the bathroom was or even where I could go to get freshened up. But judging by the size of the room there had to be a bathroom lurking around here somewhere that I could commandeer for a shower. I stepped down onto the lush carpet and dug my toes into it. This was the type of luxury that I could see myself getting used to.

  Don't get too comfortable. What happens when he drops you for someone else? He's done it to others, what makes you special? I frowned as the nagging little voice tried to spoil my enjoyment. During my time with David so far I had managed to just about keep my insecurities at bay. The last thing I needed was for them to raise their ugly heads and ruin what I shared with him.

  Padding over to a chaise lounge that stood against the far wall of the room, I picked up the satin robe that was laid out for me. Part of me couldn't help but wonder when David’d had the time to set it up. But it had his mark all over it. I pulled it on, the material whispering against my skin with a sigh. Cinching it in around my waist I walked to the window and stared out at the view. It was truly breathtaking.

  It was then I noticed it. The room I was in was positioned perfectly to afford me a view of the tower I had spotted the day before. I stared at it hard. The walls were crumbling and some of the masonry had come away leaving the inside brick exposed to the elements. What wasn't damaged and crumbling was covered in a thick layer of red and green climbing plants. The colours were brilliantly beautiful in the light and I could almost imagine that it was a tower from some fairy tale. One where the princess was rescued by her handsome prince and they lived happily ever after...

  Dragging my eyes away I promised that I would investigate the tower. It seemed odd that it was in such a state of disrepair. Especially considering the rest of the house was in such perfect condition. Moving from the window, I made my way to a door at the opposite side of the room. Pulling it open I discovered it was filled with the clothes that David had bought for me before we left to go to Dom Island. Scanning the outfits, I pulled one that I thought would be the most suitable, considering I was planning on investigating the outside of the house.

  With a sigh I surveyed the rest of the room and finally spied a door I had not yet checked behind. Hurrying to it I was relieved to find a large and luxurious bathroom, kitted out with everything I could possibly need for personal grooming. Removing the robe I stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down over my skin. Part of me wondered where David was. The other part of me longed for him to sneak in and join me but I knew he wouldn't. He had business to attend to and I didn't doubt that I would find him when he was good and ready.

  I crept down the main stairs. The house was so silent, as though there was no one else here. It was a little creepy and I fought the urge to shiver. My stomach growled and I contemplated going in search of something to eat. But something held me back. There was something I wanted to do far more urgently. I wanted to get a
better look at the tower. I wanted to explore and discover its secrets. The fact that it was in such ruins intrigued me and I wanted to understand.

  Sneaking to the front door I opened it slowly. It creaked loudly but no one came to investigate. It made me wonder if there was anyone in the house or if I had been deserted.

  Standing on the stone steps in front of the house I let the sunshine pour over me. It felt amazing to let it soak into my skin. If I could have lain out on the steps and soaked up the warmth from its light I would have. But I had something to do first. Opening my eyes I made my way down the steps to the gravel drive and followed it around the front of the house.

  I had to step off the path and make my way through the grass. I stumbled across a rock and it was only then I realised that what I was walking across was an old path that had become completely over-grown. It only added to the mystery of the tower. If it were my house I would have kept it in mint condition in the same way the rest of the house was.

  I came to a halt in front of the tall structure and stared up at its crumbling walls covered in green and red flowering plants. It was even better looking at it up close. I made my way up to the wall and pressed my hand against the cold stone.

  If walls could talk... The thought popped into my head unbidden but it was true. Who knew what this house and tower had witnessed during the years it had stood here? I wanted to ask David why it was left to fall into ruin, but part of me knew that to ask him would open an old wound. I loved him, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him by dredging up memories.