Monroe: The Dynastic Collection: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

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by Cynthia Dane


  She nodded, both here and in the back of her own mind. “There’s also a difference between naïve and innocent, yeah?” The thought had occurred to her more than once as of late.

  Monroe kissed her chest before lifting himself up to her eye level. I’m completely swallowed now. Everywhere she turned there he was. “Oh, most certainly. You’re not an innocent woman, are you?”

  Alice shook her head.

  “Good. I don’t care much for innocent. Naïve, though? I can work with that. With the right naïve woman, anyway. Naiveté can be charming, if the subject is willing to try new things and expand her horizons. Are you naïve?”

  “A bit.” More like a lot.

  “That’s all right. We’ll take it slow. Until the moment is right, anyway.”

  His next kiss was full of the will to silence her.

  Alice was almost able to forget that their relationship had started under different circumstances. She almost forgot that this man originally seduced her to see if he could get her fired from his club. She almost forgot that he sent his personal assistant to fetch her for a booty call. Blue Bird? What happened there? Nothing of consequence. So what if his family owned her place of work? So what if his father seemed like one of the most unpleasant men in the world?

  All that mattered was now. Monroe was in her arms. She was in his arms. His body pressed against hers and offered more than a few kisses and squeezes to her ass. Take me to another place. I don’t want to be in the real world anymore. Isn’t it time for us to go to the next level?

  His tongue lingered on her lips before he sat up. Alice didn’t move.

  “The way you look at me is exquisite,” Monroe said, fingernails drawing softly up her outer thigh. Alice stole a breath from the air as he pushed up her skirt and lightly touched her hidden skin. Is it embarrassing if I get wet? No, right? She wanted to close her eyes, but the man was talking about the way she looked at him. Why would she deny him the sight of her eyes when he rarely denied her those glistening browns devouring her? “Maybe it’s not new for a woman to look at me like that, but this is the first time I’ve appreciated it.”

  “I don’t think I look at you in any strange way.”

  Her thighs eased open. Not necessarily on their own, either. Yet with Monroe kneeling between her legs, all Alice could think about was what other ways this man could manipulate her body to his will… and how else he could manipulate her pounding heart.

  “I didn’t say it was strange.” Eyes still locked on hers, Monroe yanked her underwear aside, giving his fingers complete access to her warmth. “Even if it may make me feel strange things.”

  Alice may have known something about that.

  His fingertip teased her entrance. His demeanor was unchanging. Alice’s body tensed, garnering a wicked smile from Monroe that nearly undid her. When his finger surged forward, plummeting into her and touching her formerly untouched places, Alice was forced to close her eyes to save her sanity. Once again she faced the unanswered question: did it feel great because he was great, or was she so inexperienced that anything felt good? Was this the difference between naïveté and innocence again? Was she easy to fool with a little fingering and comments about the way she looked at him?

  Did it matter?

  “You’re feeling something right now, aren’t you Alice?”

  Say my name like that again. She tried to open her eyes, but she preferred to stay in her darkened world where she only had the touch of his hand and the sound of his melodic voice guiding her. Even when she attempted to speak, she found she could not. Squeaks and whimpers were the only sounds coming from her pleasured body.

  “Do you need me to tell you how wet you are? How much I enjoy your heat on my skin? Or do you need me to tell you that watching you quiver has me… shall we say, determined to touch you in ways I’ve both touched you before and in ways I’ve yet to attempt?”

  While Alice heard these words, some of them slipped right past her brain whilst traveling through her ears. She clasped her hand upon her head and emitted a long, low whine as Monroe’s finger twirled within her.

  “You want another finger, don’t you Alice?”

  She nodded. One finger was more torture than pleasure now. It wasn’t enough to fill her in the ways she was accustomed to, with or without another person. The man had fingered her before. With two fingers. That was much nicer.

  “Then tell me. I want to hear you ask for another finger.”

  “Please, please…” Those sounds were too difficult to make with her drying lips. Her hands rubbed her breasts, tugging at the large keyhole, wondering where they could best pinch her nipples. “I want another finger.”

  “I know you can be more polite than that.”

  Alice’s legs spread so far that one went up the back of the couch and the other dared to graze the floor. “May I please have another one?” The words were strong in her head, but sounded – and felt – so meek coming from her lips. “Sir?”

  “Keep talking like that and I’ll give you whatever you want, my sweet.”

  My sweet. Whenever this man got even the slightest bit possessive, Alice tingled all over. Was this what he meant by the finer points of a BDSM lifestyle? Alice still wasn’t sure about it, but if it was more like this than some of the stuff she witnessed at The Dark Hour? She could get into it!

  “Since you asked so nicely…” Another fingertip appeared between Alice’s thighs. This one had little trouble reaching inside of her after the first finger had done most of the work. “I’ll give it to you.”

  “Oh!” Alice arched her back. Somehow, that made both of Monroe’s fingers sink deeper into her body. She snatched his arm and slowly moved her pelvis against his hand, attempting to meet his languid motions. One moment her breasts were secured within the bust of her dress, and the next? His mouth was on her nipple.

  This definitely wasn’t what she had in mind when he asked her if she liked BDSM. Did this even qualify as BDSM? Was he exerting that much control over her? Alice moaned, not once, but twice, gasping for air every time Monroe thrust into her. He was almost as good with his fingers as he was with his cock.

  “Your scent is divine,” he muttered against her skin. The knuckle of his middle-finger brushed against her clit every time it pulled out of her entrance. “Even your skin has me enthralled.”

  He was probably saying these things to make her happy tonight. He wouldn’t mean them tomorrow.

  Yet I want to believe this can last forever.

  “I’d very much like to see you come, Ms. Culver.” Monroe’s fingers upped their intensity, thrusting into her hard, harder, the hardest she had ever experienced on the other end of a man’s devotion. Was he going faster, too? Damn! “In fact, I’m dying to.”

  That didn’t take much more work. The only thing that frightened Alice as orgasm mounted her body and brain was that it would undoubtedly make her more susceptible to his machinations.

  But she didn’t have much time to worry about that. Alice Culver was too preoccupied with disappearing into a void full of quick, painless pleasure beneath a damn handsome billionaire who had decided she was his fascination of the week.

  “That’s it,” he mumbled, fingers unrelenting. “Come for me.”

  For me.

  Not for herself.

  For him.

  Alice braced herself against his shoulders, throwing every part of her mind and body into having an orgasm for his sake. Sure, she enjoyed it. Sure, she got plenty out of it. Yet she got more out of sharing her climax with the man responsible for it. It was not her first time having an orgasm in front of a guy – Monroe not included. She had touched herself for more than one man in her life. Even Matt had walked in on her finishing herself off when he refused to do the job!

  This was different.

  While the orgasm was quick, it was enough to break any and all tension left in the room. When Monroe pulled his fingers out and let her arousal drip upon her nether lips, Alice fell back against the lov
eseat with an enraptured sigh. Her legs turned to mush, weak and malleable.

  “Did that please you?” she asked.

  Monroe kissed her. His hips pushed against her wet thighs, his hard cock the most prominent thing between them. “What do you think?” A hint of humor lurked in his voice.

  “I hope so.”

  “You’re thinking like the kind of woman I prefer to be with.”

  He sat up, hands on knees even though something certainly strained within his pants. Naturally, that was the first thing Alice saw when her eyes focused and she was in its presence.

  No time to enjoy it, however. “Allow me to see you naked, Alice,” Monroe said. “Stand there and disrobe for me.”

  Perhaps it was the high of coming from his hand that made her obey so readily. Had he said something like that the first time he seduced her? She would’ve shown him out of the VIP room on his ass. Alice was never talked to like that. Never had such things demanded of her. A man exerting that kind of power of her was like… was like…

  The hottest thing ever.

  What’s wrong with me? Alice asked herself that as she stood in front of him, that expectant visage leaning forward in an attempt to drink her in with one gulp. I’m already a mess. Her skirt was pushed up high, and although her underwear was back in place, they felt so wet that there was no way she could wear them home. Not to mention what the bust of her dress was doing! Alice merely had to glance down to get a dose of her own (hard) nipple.

  Monroe’s dirty fingers rubbed against his lips as Alice unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Not in that dress.

  “Truly, Alice, you are beyond words.” He tasted his fingertips. That’s me on them. “Now take off those offensive things.” He meant her underwear. Only offensive because they kept him from seeing the fine dark blond hairs on her mound. And her ass. One could not forget her ass!

  The underwear soon joined the dress on the floor. Monroe twirled a finger in the air.

  “Turn for me.”

  She did, careful to not trip over her shorn clothing. When her feet became tangled in the sleeve of her dress, Monroe clicked his tongue. Alice had a feeling he wasn’t disapproving of the ass facing in his direction.

  “You better bend down and pick those up.”

  Alice wasn’t dumb. She knew exactly what view he would have when she bent over to pluck her clothes off the floor and drape them on the nearest chair.

  Shouldn’t this feel dirty? Yet, as Alice bent at the waist and exposed her womanhood to the feasting gaze behind her, she felt far from dirty.

  She felt… strong.

  Her body was her own. Her will was her own. No matter what he told her to do while they had sex, she was still in control of those two things. Her thoughts could do whatever they wanted in her head, and he would be none the wiser. Just like she couldn’t read his mind. Do I even want to?

  Kinda.

  “Like what you see?” she asked sweetly, balling her dress in her hands and shifting from foot to foot. Her ass had never spent this long in the air before. The more her thighs touched, the better the view for Mr. Damon Monroe. “I’ve got good news for you, sir.” Alice stood, clutching her clothes to her chest. “That’s a place you can have over and over again.” She batted her eyelashes over her shoulder. “Tonight, anyway.”

  Ruthless. That was the expression meeting hers.

  “I intend on taking it as many times as I please, yes.” He motioned to her. “Come here. I wish to behold you as I was meant to.”

  Oh, she went. Every sultry step took her deeper into his world. Alice placed her hands on his shoulders and willingly stood between his legs. Even though she looked down into his visage, he was still the one in control. That became more apparent when he lightly smacked her ass and watched her shudder before him.

  “Do you like it when I do that?”

  Her gasp had barely subsided. “I think so.”

  “There is more where that came from.” The offending hand touched one of her nipples. “Now, I’m going to give you more pleasure, Alice. In return, I ask the same from you.”

  She did not react.

  “I don’t usually do it that way. I prefer to reward, particularly when it’s justly earned. For you? I want to bend my own rules for a bit. Perhaps it’s because I can’t contain myself.”

  Strange. He seemed perfectly contained to her.

  “Go to my bed and sit on the edge. I want your feet up and legs spread by the time I get there.” He sat back in the loveseat. “Go on. I’m giving you a hefty head start.”

  Alice went. Her vision lingered on him as she rounded the loveseat, but she went and did as he bade.

  Monroe remained on the loveseat, turned away from her. “I want you to touch yourself and feel exactly what I felt only a moment ago.”

  He wasn’t even watching! Well, okay. Was it warm in there? It was warm in there. He must have cranked up the heat to get her out of her clothes and happy to spread her legs. Alice’s fingers dipped between her nether lips, unsurprised to find something as warm and wet as Monroe declared it to be only a few minutes ago.

  “Keep touching yourself.” Monroe stood, unbuttoning his shirt. Safe to say thoughts of his bare chest have got me stroking my clit over here. Would he mind if she got herself all over his comforter? He better not mind. He was the one who started this.

  A whimper hit the air as a rush of arousal sprang from within. This guy is the definition of unreal, isn’t he? To think there was one man on Earth that could make her feel like this… and he wasn’t even touching her!

  He stood before her. Did he delight in the way she touched her sensitive places? In the soft expression of her face? Or how about her scent overpowering their corner of the room? It could be the both of us, you know. Monroe unzipped his trousers and teased her with promises of his cock. That was nice, but could Alice talk about the sight of his chest? This is my first time seeing it. Soft hair spread across his muscles, a dark but carefully groomed trail leading past his navel and into the depths of his trousers. Alice hadn’t been disappointed with how comfortable he felt beneath her face the other day when she sucked his cock for the first time. Did he mean to fill her brain with those images?

  “Keep those nice legs of yours spread.” With the grace of a prince, Monroe got down on his knees and kissed her skin. Hands wrapped beneath both thighs, a constant presence reminding her of his strength while keeping her legs spread as far apart as he wished. Alice moved her hand out of the way and pressed both palms against the bed behind her. Without a request or plead, Monroe closed his eyes and covered her mound with fluttering kisses.

  It was sweet… for about five seconds. Then her scent must have laid claim to him, for Monroe soon plummeted his tongue into her and directly sucked her clit.

  “Holy…!” Alice almost lost her balance. Her legs shook in Monroe’s grasp, her pelvis firing on all cylinders as he quickly brought her to another orgasm. Sheesh! Was it necessary to do it this quickly? Or was he incapable of making slow love to her? Or… was this part of his master plan to give her quick, successive tastes of what he offered over the long term?

  Who cared?

  Alice flung her head back and cried out, eyes slamming shut, body on fire. If Monroe was showing her absolutely no mercy, then she wasn’t going to hold back either. He would hear how much she enjoyed this. Feel it. Smell it. Every wave of pleasure overtaking her brought with it more proof of his skill. Pretty soon she would be so wet that the man would drown.

  He was relentless, but wasn’t he always? When his tongue wasn’t massaging both her inner walls and the folds of her entrance, it was encircling her clit, enticing it to swell and become so sensitive that all he had to do was breathe on it to make her writhe. The longer it went on, the hungrier for her he became. One moment Monroe was merely giving her some oral pleasure. The next? Destroying every fiber of her sexual being as if his inheritance counted on it.

  Alice eventually lost t
he last of her strength and fell back against the bed. Her toes curled over the edge. Teeth nipped her clit. Shockwaves of near-painful pleasure rolled through her. Was he growling against her tender flesh? Probably. He seemed the type to get off on it.

  The finale came in a burst of heavy kisses and a hard slap to her ass. Alice squealed, a sound she had never once made during sexual revelry before, whether by herself or in the presence of another. She didn’t even know she could make that sound!

  “I’m drunk on you.” His voice was so far away that she barely heard him. “For the first time in my life, all I can think about is spoiling you and making you mine, over and over.”

  Alice involuntarily rolled over, closing her legs and closing off the access he had craved. Monroe said nothing. He merely pushed her farther onto the bed before climbing on next to her. The tie he wore all night coiled next to her head.

  “Close your eyes, Alice. Sit still.”

  She didn’t have a choice. Her body demanded the same things as well. That was the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. Something told her it only got crazier from there.

  Sure enough, the silk of his tie touched her face, tickling her cheek before wrapping tight around her eyes. Alice kept her eyes closed. Yet she didn’t doubt that opening them would only show her a world of black silk.

  “I know you wanted to see me naked. You will. For now, though, this is fine.”

  His shirt landed on her. Not fair… I want to see his naked torso. Bastard. Alice rolled into his shirt and inhaled, letting that floral scent spread through her consciousness. The moment her ass pointed into the air, however, it was met with a light smack.

  “I need you over here. Remember what you promised me, Alice. It’s time for you to give back.” He guided her feet toward the floor. “On your knees.”

  The world was still a thousand miles away as she knelt on the floor, fingers clutching the hem of the comforter and nose searching for his scent. Found it. His natural, masculine scent that came straight from his waiting cock. Monroe grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her blindfolded face to his cock.

  “Do not make me come.” Something stirred beneath his voice. Expectations? The real Monroe, come to take what he said was his? Me. He’s saying I’m his. Alice played at the edge of a hole she couldn’t climb back out of. Unlike her Victorian namesake, however, she followed no rabbits. Monroe was definitely a man. There was no need for a Queen of Hearts when he was plenty royal enough to take whatever he wanted. “If you do, I will not reward you.” A more sensitive touch pressed against her face. “Trust me, Alice. You want me to reward you. It’s what we both want. Do not disappoint me.”

 

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