Billion Dollar Hearts (Inconguity Series Book 3)
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Yes. Finally.
Chapter 8
Chloe
I SCREAM AND HE GROANS deep in his chest, the sound and the vibrations passing through where we are joined together and my body creates more lubricate for him. My entire body tingles and moves as if a current has just been passed through it.
Fuck, he is in me to the very root and I feel impossibly full and this position that he has me at. It makes me feel slightly uncomfortable but I really don’t fucking mind.
“Is this what you want?” His voice is cool, soft and so silky as he whispers in my ear making me shiver. I’m not even coherent. I’m a complete mess and I can feel the rapid beating of my pulse as he tugs my hair back.
“Please move.” I plead with him. He hasn’t moved an itch since he thrust into me that one time, almost driving me to the brink of ecstasy and now he isn’t moving.
“Why don’t you tell me what you were thinking about when I came in.”
“I wasn’t thinking of anything!” I scream, frustrated now as I get where he is going with this. He’s being cruel and sadistic, not at all bothered by the way my body is literally begging him for an orgasm. I just want that euphoria that he gives me.
“Really?” Gideon starts thrusting in me, slowly and oh so deliciously, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. But I need him to go faster. I need him to chase the demons that have since set up camp in my mind—telling me that I’m a failure and I’m the reason why John died. I need Gideon to make me forget but no, that’s not what he has in store for me.
Tonight he is particularly cruel, but my body doesn’t know the difference between a manipulative, punishing fuck and love making. Not at the hands of the man who brings a galaxy of pleasure.
“Faster. . .” I gasp out loud as he brings my ass grinds into his pelvis. A thick and strong arm wounds around my front and I’m suddenly standing on my toes as my back arches, my head falls back onto his right shoulder and I’m suddenly looking up into his scorching gaze as he looks down at me, as my lips make music in the large room with the darkening sky as the view right out the window.
“Why don’t you tell me what I want to know?” He says as he stills in me again, making me almost growl with frustration.
“It was nothing!” I cry out in desperation but he isn’t listening to me nor does he care to listen to my lies. He knows that I had something on my mind and he means to get it out of me. A sheen of sweat coats my heated skin, my over sensitized nipples aching pain as Gideon twists them painfully at the same time as he leaves me, taking a step away from me.
“Was that nothing?” He murmurs and I turn to watch as his powerful muscles bunch out, straining as he begins removing his clothes, making quick work of it. My sex clenches in hungry anticipation as I hungrily watch him, biting my lower lip.
“Get on the fucking bed, Charlotte.” He orders with a bite in his voice.
Something about that volcanic and savage look on his face coupled with the way heat flares in his eyes makes his command that much more menacing and I rush to do as I was told, watching as he picks up the bow tie he discarded on the floor. My pulse skyrockets as I stare at his glorious, warrior like large body, his wide girth glistening with my juices in the now moon lit room. The whole set up would have been romantic somewhat had this been another night but nothing about Gideon is romantic or soft and quite frankly, I don’t need that right now. I’m desperately craving the cruelty of his affection, the perverse, ferocity of his desire.
I always knew he held a part of himself away from me, but now I know why. I should be scared really and I am to some extent but my fear does nothing to dull the throbbing ache in me.
I watch as he strides leisurely over to where I lie on the bed, hungrily taking him in, our gazes still locked in some kind of battle of wills which I’m losing with each hard glint in his eyes. He walks over to me and then pushes my body flat on the bed, his touch scorching every inch of skin that he touches. A flood of heat leaves me as he seductively skims my torso, past the middle of my breasts, torturing my nipples then his fingers dance to my left arm. His movements are languid but I’m not a fool, I can’t literally sense the power behind each stroke of his finger as he brings both my hands above my head.
I try to move but he lays a restrictive hand right above where I crave for him the most. He then starts tying my hands together, his gaze locked on me not on the task at hand. I ignore the feeling that he has probably done this countless of times.
“Don’t do that.” He instructs, watching every play of emotion in my eyes.
“Do what?” I question, hating the quiver in my voice.
“Look up at me like there is someone that can replace you.” He murmurs as he strokes my cheek softly, staring deep in my eyes, searching, analyzing. Yet he is unreadable.
“Gideon. . .”
“What were you thinking about Charlotte?” He questions again as he moves again, spreading my legs apart softly. “Where you thinking of running?”
With that harshly uttered question, Gideon crawls over my body, wedging his knee between my thighs, his gaze falling to my sex as I’m now spread wide and open for him. But he doesn’t wait even for a second, as two big fingers push into me, and start thrusting with a fast tempo that makes me writhe and I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
“Gideon. . .”
“Fucking answer me. Your greedy cunt wants something that she knows only I can give.”
His voice is seductive without him even trying, the rise and fall of his chest as hard as mine but I still find him so mesmerizing. He wants to get in my head and I’m fighting it but how can I win when he has total control and yet here I am, about to fall apart.
“I. . .”
“Wanted to run.” He finishes for me but his thrusting doesn’t ease up, on the contrary, he actually goes faster. I can feel my impending climax. I can feel it and I want it.
“Yes. . .” The confession falls from my lips on a cry.
“Why?” We haven’t broken gaze, watching each other like starved animals ready to tear each other up. He leans over now, and starts licking and biting my nipples harshly and I scream.
“Why Charlotte?” He demands again, this time, there is no seduction in his voice. This Gideon is cruel and he needs answers. He needs them now.
“Because it’s all my fault! None of this would have happened if I wasn’t here!” I exclaim as tears start falling down my eyes, my body strung up tight with the need to release. I look away from Gideon’s hard gaze as tears coat my cheeks.
We have hit the core of the situation. “I want to go, Gideon. John died because of me.” My voice is a broken whimper, but my arousal is still there, much more elevated because Gideon has just added another finger in me, now hitting my sweet spot oh so slowly, his face now inches apart from mine. He peers down at me but doesn’t say anything.
“And you think John died he same manner as your parents. Trying to protect you.”
I hadn’t thought about that but that’s where my problem stems from.
“You think they left you on purpose. You think they both chose to go together, leaving you alone.” He says knowingly as he begins kissing my face. My eyebrows, my nose, my closed eyes. Then he starts licking my tears as he moves his hand and aligns our bodies now. And then his glorious cock starts pushing into me and I scream again as he thrusts up in me.
“You think you are better off alone.” He starts thrusting me in earnest, completing for-going his usual tender love making that my body had grown accustomed to.
His words are harsh but true and I start fighting him, wanting him off of me but even then, my sex grips him tight and he groans, his right hand holding down my tied-up hands. If he is going to attack my life choices and still fuck me, creating a kind of mayhem in my mind then I want away from him. But my body doesn’t know any different, all it knows is Gideon. He sees too much, sees the parts of me that I didn’t know and the way he is forcing me to face it all, just pisses me off.
“Please what? Please stop telling me the hard truth about myself or please fuck me hard because I want it?”
“Fuck you!” I spit out, my tears now drying up as my fight comes back. He pulls out of me and in one move spins me around and now I’m suddenly on my knees, my ass up in the air, my tied hands right in front of me.
Before I can catch my breath, Gideon slaps my ass five times in quick succession making me gasp. It stings and hurts like hell but I’m shocked at the way my nerve endings seem to be electrocuted by the harsh punishment. His large hands softly rub my stinging ass. “You have the most beautiful skin I have ever seen, baby.” He compliments and then he quickly aligns our bodies again, digging his fingers into my hips and thrusts into me.
“That mouth of yours, that defiance, that survival instinct in you, I admire that about you, baby” He whispers in my ear as he arches over me, our bodies practically glued together as we strain against each other. I’m on the race to come but he obviously wants to prolong the torture he is inflicting on my body but more importantly on my mind.
As he fucks and talks dirty to me, I feel like he invades my mental privacy, like he literally breaches that fine line. I’m not my own person when I’m with him. In his arms, he strips me down, mentally, physically and emotionally—until all I’m aware of is him.
“Every bit of you, is sexy. Your fucking mind is sexy. Your ambition and drive are both seductive.” He whispers in my ear, deeply thrusting into me and I desperately want to come. I can feel the euphoria, can taste the bliss of that perfect climax but he doesn’t let me come.
“I didn’t say you can come yet.” He harshly whispers, grabbing my hair, twisting it around his fist and then tugs—hard—making me stand on my knees, our bodies mashes together as I dance on him, in and out. Back and forth we go and each time he thrusts, he twists so he can hit my sweet spot. But I can’t come. Not unless he permits it.
“Please.”
“Tell me why, baby. Tell me why you won’t allow me in?” He questions, his voice now silky and devasting every part of me that was fighting this. He fucks me and I turn my head, knowing good and well that his gaze will be there to meet mine.
I turn, resting my head on his broad shoulder, our gazes locked, our bodies dancing, creating loud, rambunctious music that I’m sure is causing an earthquake to move across the mansion. With fresh tears in my ears, I know there is nothing I can hide from him. I know there is no part of me that can escape his understanding pools of the sexiest shade of green that lights me up on a dark, stormy day.
“Because you will destroy me.” The confession falls from my lips like a litany. A litany in time of trouble and war. And how appropriate, seeing as we are in the middle of one. We look at each other and I realize that he knew the answer all along. Only I didn’t. . .
And it’s true. I don’t think I will be able to handle it if ever something ever happened to Gideon. I don’t think I would survive or even live a life without him. My fear also comes from the fact that I feel so much for this man, so deeply for him that I am scared if he doesn’t feel the same way, I will be destroyed. Utterly shattered.
That’s what he does to me. That’s how he makes me feel.
“Come for me, Charlotte.” And just like that, I fall apart.
As I do, I literally see starts, my body shaking uncontrollably but he holds be to his hard front, pumping into me as he releases his seed in me with a deep animalistic growl.
We tumble to the bed, completely spent but Gideon only gathers me to him, tucking my body into the crook of his arm. Half of his body literally covers almost all of mine. We are still joined together as he unties my hands, and rubs them softly.
I can’t look at him but he forces my gaze to meet his with a soft hold of his fingers on my chin, I look up and he covers my right cheek with his large palm.
“I see you.” He starts. “I see you and I understand each inch of your exquisite self.”
My heart is pounding painfully in my chest. For some reason, the way he looks at me now is different, more intimate than the most pleasure filled, crazy sex we just had. His eyes are now molten lava, taking me in as his hand softly rubs across my skin while his cum drips out of me. Simply put, I feel owned.
Gideon owns me.
I’ve been fighting it but the hard truth is, no matter how far I ran, he would always find me. He would always own me. I know that now. I know now what he knew all along.
“I won’t ever let you go. Not ever.”
“Yes, please.” I respond as I surrender to my unavoidable future.
He leans over and kisses me softly but soon, we are making out and then making love again. All night long. . .
Chapter 9
Gideon
I can’t take my eyes off of her.
Her long eyelashes rest over the soft curve of her cheeks as she takes deep breathes, her sexy rack vibrating with the depths of her slumber. She is even more beautiful when she is asleep. Dried tears coating her cheeks. I should be dismayed at her tears but I’m not. Her tears awaken the beast in me and since I opened the door, I could hear her thoughts running wild.
Her bruised lips are slightly parted to accommodate her breaths and I try to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her. But I know if I do that, then there is no point of return for her.
She is like some kind of aphrodisiac to my system that I know will always be present as long as she exists. I’ve been watching her sleep since she passed out in my arms an hour ago and I haven’t moved a muscle, afraid that I will wake her from the rest that I know she needs and struggles to find each night that passes.
I can’t save her from the nightmares that plague her when she closes her eyes but I will damn well do everything in my power to keep her away from the monsters I know can easily hurt her while she is fully conscious.
Tonight wasn’t what I had initially planned. All I wanted was to have her in my arms, talk to her, make sure she is alright. But as soon as her gaze connected to mine and that emptiness stared right at me, I knew it was now time. I’ve been patient, binding my time and easing her into it but that look of being lost. . . God, I couldn’t handle it. And I knew she was preparing to leave. I know her enough to know when she is about to make a decision and fuck that, not with all that’s happening.
She blamed herself, but fuck—it was all my fault. I am the one who hasn’t done what needed to be done. I am the one who got so caught up in her that I wasn’t watching, I wasn’t paying attention. And now we lost John, and she can’t handle it. Probably never will.
God, I was so mad at her and even as I think of what might have happened to her more than twenty-four hours ago, I immediately see red. I feel my blood boiling and I know this is not a usual reaction for me, but all I know is, I can’t let her go or lose her.
I will be the only danger around her, the only one with the potential to hurt her.
Each time I think I understand her a little more, she turns around and shows me that she is so much more than just a young woman whose dreams were destroyed.
I wish I could stay with her softness pressing into my hard body but I just can’t. There is no rest and there will not be any rest, until all of this is fixed and she is safe.
As quietly as I can, I move her soft, temptress body to the left of me. She lets out a low moan, as her arms try to take hold of me but I can’t give in to her so I bring my pillow into her seeking arms and watch as she snuggles close and her breaths even out soon after.
I shouldn’t feel proud of the fact that she wants me and she wants to be in arms as she sleeps, but I can’t help the tender emotion as it assaults me when I look at her. But I shake away the sentiment before it can settle within me. There is no room for tenderness here, not now when I know that we are in the eye of a storm that I’m sure will be a shit storm.
And if I thought we would win and come out unscathed, I was totally mistaken. I
lost—we lost—a good man and we are obviously on the verge of losing another good man. I know she is taking John’s death hard and is blaming herself for it.
I move from the bed, scolding myself for watching her like a fool, then walk over to the bathroom so I can take a nice hot shower. I don’t mind reeking of sex, especially with Chloe but I had a long twenty-four hours and it’s about to get even longer.
She is a fire cracker that set my blood on fire and I just can’t seem to get enough of her. Somewhere along the way, it became about wanting her—not just in the physical sense because God knows the attraction between us has been crazy since the day we met—but also the mental and emotional aspect of it. I didn’t know I needed her affection. I wasn’t aware that I needed her to see me with those cutting gray eyes and see the man I am, without all the fluff of wealth and power. Though I’m still all that—not forgetting how I pushed her to acknowledge that raw, magnetic pleasure pain between us—she still sees me. She sees the darker side of me yet she still craves my touch with her next, I see it with each arching of her spine as she moves into me. She still craves my kiss and the way I ride her body. And God, I’m exactly the same if not more so.
I’m addicted to the way she moves, the way she speaks, the way she just is. Fuck, I’m so screwed when it comes to her. But I have so much shit to sort out before it all hits the fan.
Drying off after the hot shower, I walk to the closet—glancing at the sleeping angel in my bed as I pass—to get a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt. I quickly dress up and wear my running shoes, and make sure all my clothes are in black. I have work to do and it can’t wait anymore. So much has blown to hell in the past few days, my head is spinning just thinking of it all. But like I was trained to, I will take care of it.
I leave the master bedroom as quietly as I can and make my way down to the east wing of the mansion, in search of Max who I know is up. Along with Tom and Peter. As I quietly move along, I notice a fleeting figure moving quickly and for a moment, I stand still, wondering who it could be. I quickly survey my surroundings, looking for a weapon of some kind. I would be damned if some asshole thought to break into my house and start trouble. I’ve had enough of that already.