Monroe: The Dynastic Collection: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  It didn’t matter if she came or not. This was a warmup. Still, her husband probably thought it wasn’t a bad idea to make her come. That’s why he was really going at it, right? That’s why he sank his tongue into her depths and sucked her clit, all while clawing her thighs and growling onto her sensitive nerve endings… right?

  To make her come. That was his end game.

  That’s what he accomplished.

  “Oh my God,” Alice gasped. She squeezed one of her breasts and grabbed his hair as she rode out her first orgasm. Quick and dirty, like her.

  The orgasm also did its job. Within seconds, Alice Monroe was ready for her husband to tell her to do anything, to do to her whatever he wanted until they achieved pinnacle bliss.

  Monroe wasted no time after his wife’s orgasm. He yanked her off the bed, ass hitting the floor before she knew what was going on.

  “I’m not hard enough yet.” His voice was a ripple tearing through the air, right into Alice’s chest. “Get me hard.”

  How could his wifely pet ignore a command like that?

  “Like this?” Alice unzipped his trousers and found his cock already struggling against two layers of fabric. No, it wasn’t fully erect yet, but it was damn near close. Alice could do the rest for him in less time than it would take to undress her. “Is this what you want, Master?”

  “You know what I want. Give it to me.”

  Alice wasn’t shy about sucking cock anymore. Not that she was to begin with, but that was back when he didn’t know about her inexperience. I have nothing to hide now. Everything she knew came from his training and their experiences together. Alice had reached the stage where she more or less knew what to expect. The scent of his body calling to her. The soft velvet of his skin upon her hand and lips. The taste of what was to come. The contented sound he made when she touched him.

  Never mind how he looked. All of it together made him so damn powerful. No wonder Alice was as drawn to him as he had been to her.

  “That’s it. Just the way I like it. You’ve learned well, my wife.”

  She had learned plenty in their short time together. She even learned how to enjoy it – physically, that is. From the first day Alice found pleasure in the emotional sense. Giving the man she adored exactly what he wanted while on her knees? There was little better than that when it came down to it.

  If there was one thing she had to pick out, though, it was the sensation of worshiping this man’s body that got her the most excited.

  The more she worshiped, the more she slipped into the role she had chosen for herself.

  Alice did whatever he bade. He wanted his cock sucked? She did it without hesitation. He wanted her to bring him to the edge of orgasm but forbid him from fulfilling his fantasies? It took two to achieve that level of restraint, but already Mr. and Mrs. Monroe were a formidable couple in that department.

  “Don’t make me waste it,” Monroe said, his cock so rigid that Alice struggled to swallow even half his length. “There are better places for me to put it.”

  If her husband and Master asked her to get up on their bed and be used as she had asked to be used? She obeyed. Readily. Leash snapping into his hand and everything.

  Aside from the bonding that lovemaking provided, Alice had only one goal tonight. It wasn’t about getting off. It was about fulfilling one of many obligations she signed up for when she accepted the terms in Monroe’s marriage contract. How easy it had been to agree to that when things had yet to begin!

  How easy it was to hold up her end of the bargain now.

  From the moment her husband entered her from behind, hand slapping her ass and teeth grazing her ear, Alice had no choice but to submit. There was nothing to make her feel unloved, or to give her any reason to fear. No matter how her husband took her, no matter how hard he pulled on her leash and called her filthy things, no matter how much she enjoyed the sensation of him thrusting into her as if they were two creatures simply following biological instincts… Alice could withstand it. She was strong enough to endure the waves of pleasure claiming her from first thrust. She was brave enough to see the forest through the trees, to see the glorious end goal far beyond the dangerous path she currently treaded. Most of all? Alice was cunning enough to have suggested a night like this to begin with.

  Her wrists were properly cuffed together when Monroe decided to change positions. Sweat consumed him, pouring off his face and dripping down his bare chest as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and cast it onto the floor. The rest of his clothing followed. Alice was so grateful to have her naked and raw husband get on top of her and cover her with kisses that she almost forgot they were married.

  I’m making love with my husband. Alice still couldn’t believe it. Funny enough, she could believe that she couldn’t believe it. Earlier that summer she was just Alice Culver, a normal woman looking for a job and landing a sweet gig at one of the swankiest clubs in the country. Now it was the same season, the same year, and she was Mrs. Fucking Monroe. Nobody could touch her – except her husband. He could touch her all he wanted.

  “Do you know how much I love you?” Monroe’s body shuddered as he entered her again. “I love you so much that I’ve risked my reputation and inheritance for you.” He kissed her, lips pulling against hers, tongue exploring every inch in her mouth. “I don’t say that to make you feel anything but powerful.”

  Alice was powerful. A lot if it was her own power. Monroe had shown her that… but he had also shared his power with her. His money. His influence. His extensive and studious background learning the ins and outs of the industry he now introduced her too. Their conjoined power was enough to create a disturbance in the very threads holding capitalism together. When Alice thought about that, and what they could ultimately achieve together… she admitted it. She was addicted to this crazy venture they undertook as husband and wife. Every time he moved, Alice was reminded of how well they fit together.

  Alice had asked for him to do whatever he pleased. He did. If he wanted her on her back, wrists held to her breasts as he surged between her legs, then he made it happen. If he wanted her arms thrown around his neck, her hips manipulated by his strong hands as he forced her down onto his lap, then he did that too. Bent over. Kneeling. On her back, on her bound hands, in his lap both forward and back. Monroe was not allowing his wife to leave their bed that night unless he tried her out in every position imaginable. He’s gone mad. His cock was probably responsible for that. Alice liked to take some of the credit as well.

  “I can’t wait anymore, Alice.” His fumbling, sex-crazed dexterity made uncuffing her bracelets a chore. “I need to come.”

  “Me too,” she whispered, too tired to do anything but lie on her back in the middle of the bed. I’ve come at least twice already. What was a third time between husband and wife?

  “Tell me you want me to do it.” Monroe surrounded her, even while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Sweat continued to drip down his skin, covering his chest, his abdomen, his damn handsome hips and even his hard ass. You have no idea how often and how hard he works out. On mornings he had no meetings, Alice’s husband went for a two-mile run around the neighborhood, bodyguard right beside him. On the other days he hit the company gym, now sometimes with his wife in tow. Alice was already in the groove of preparing his workout clothes as well as his business suits for him. “Beg for me, Alice. I want to know you feel as good as I do when it happens.”

  “Just tell me you love me.” She slammed her hands against the bed as he yanked on her leash, bringing her face up to his. “Even if you’re lying, tell me that much.”

  “I would never lie about that.” Wanton kisses hit her lips. “I already can’t remember what life was like before I fell in love with you.”

  She believed him.

  “I want it,” she murmured. “Fuck me, Damon. Let’s do it.”

  “Now?”

  No turning back the moment she consented a final time. “Now.”

  If Alice doubt
ed his commitment to her at any time during their relationship, those insecurities disappeared now. What was she so worried about, anyway? Monroe was right. He would not have married her on a lark. Perhaps it really was possible that this was all fate. Fate brought them together. Fate set Alice on her wandering path to make sure it intersected with the straight and planned path of her husband’s life. Fate made them both the perfect specimens that they were after, even if they couldn’t explain why. Fate made them burn in more than passion for one another. There was respect. A sixth sense that said what the other was thinking and planning to do. Alice’s was finely tuned as of tonight. No more surprises from her husband. He would have to work a lot harder to surprise her.

  He wasn’t even going to surprise her with his orgasm.

  Monroe didn’t often use the last of his strength to fuck her. There was usually some strength reserved for the afterglow or for getting back to work. Not tonight. Breath was long gone. Both he and his wife were so slick with sweat and arousal that it was only a matter of time before one slipped away from the other.

  “Damon!” Orgasm came for Alice again. She squeezed his arms, clinging to his physical strength while absorbing the emotional. Damn! Was it so shocking that she came shortly before him? It was like her body had the foresight to make this even easier on her. Take him deep. So deep you feel nothing but him inside of you. Oh, God, he’s getting so big! Look into his eyes. Those are the eyes of a man who loves you. He’s as anxious as you are. He blusters all the time, but he’s as worried as you are about the future. Not right now, though. It’s all about the here and now.

  The here was their marital bed, where their legacy was born. The now? The now was a sliver of time forever etched into Alice’s memory.

  This was the moment it all began.

  “Alice!” Such a famished sound! Alice had never heard her name shouted like that before. Nor had she ever felt the only man she carnally knew go at her so desperately. Alice was not going to be walking right the next day. Or the day after that, probably.

  Good.

  Monroe held both of her hands above her head, groans of pleasure filling her ear like waves of pleasure filled Alice within. She didn’t know where her body, her orgasm began and his ended. It was not their first time feeling so emotionally raw and intimate, but it was the first time Alice welcomed it with such an open heart – and body – and she had a hunch her husband felt much of the same way.

  His face was the most glorious sight as he stilled his hips and released his orgasm within his wife’s core. Monroe was a man who wore a mask in his everyday life. Alice knew that now. The man she met not too long ago wore a haunted mask and didn’t know what he steeled himself against. He only knew he had to protect his person from the world, or at least until he found his sanctuary.

  Me. I’m his sanctuary.

  She witnessed that transformation now. Her husband held nothing back. No part of him, no matter how grand or insignificant, was spared from the upheaval brewing in this room and beyond. It was a demeanor only Alice could appreciate, could see for what it was. One hand escaped his and pressed upon his cheek, absorbing the heat in his skin and slipping against the sweat coming between them. Nothing could have made the moment he released every terror inside of him any sweeter.

  “I love you,” Alice whispered, warm inside and out. “Do you love me?”

  Monroe descended from paradise with a groan. He also descended upon her mouth, sharing flirtatious kisses as both of their bodies adjusted to the reality they now shared.

  “I love you so much it genuinely frightens me.”

  His orgasm ended with him on top of her and still inside of her. Alice didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to spend the rest of the night holding him to her, kissing him, sighing against his skin and letting the solace of their love dance with the fate that had brought them together.

  Fate had a lot on her plate right now.

  Chapter 5

  “Any news from my father?” Monroe flipped his leather folder shut and addressed Ms. Sarah Clayborn on the other side of the conference table.

  The assistant shook her head. “Still in DC as far as I know, sir. My brother says he has no plans to return anytime soon.”

  “He’s stewing, then.” The top of Monroe’s pen clicked against his pursing lips. Alice finished cleaning up from their teleconference that ended five minutes ago.

  I wasn’t going to stay for this, but he insisted. Alice couldn’t go a single day without two things: endless business training, courtesy of her husband, and daily, sometimes twice daily sexual intercourse… courtesy of her husband.

  If Monroe had been insatiable before they got married, he was an erotic nutcase now. Every night he fucked his wife until they were too tired to continue. And sometimes Alice couldn’t leave the privacy of his executive office without ending up on the couch or grabbing the edge of his desk.

  Didn’t bother her. To say that her husband was more insatiable than her was a fallacy. The only things keeping them from doing nothing but fucking was that little thing called running a billion-dollar empire… and sleeping and eating. Those fouled things up as well.

  Today, however, Alice had other things to preoccupy her. For once it did not swing between conducting business and making love to the man sitting next to her. He could ease up on the cologne, though. Then again, so could I. People were already commenting on them wearing the same Jean Patou.

  That morning, the Monroe private jet flew to Long Island to pick up her parents and brother for a weekend trip. They were due back at any time. Alice had every intention of being there to greet them. I even cleared my schedule for this afternoon. Alisha had not been happy with that. It meant more work for her as she rescheduled meetings.

  “Isn’t it a good thing, though?” Alice asked her husband after rejoining the conversation about Russell. “He’s staying out of our hair.”

  “Honestly, I’d rather have him hovering around us, snarling like an old dog.” Monroe leaned back in his chair, folder still on the table. “At least then I know where he is and what he’s doing. Who knows what plan he’s concocting in DC.”

  “Against us?”

  “Hmm.” He means against me. Alice didn’t want to get that specific, though. Not in front of Alisha, who only had snippets of news regarding the apartment fire and Russell’s other threats against his daughter-in-law. “We need to act quicker.”

  “We’re acting as quickly as we can,” Alice muttered. She was ready to throw more statements at him, but with both Ms. Clayborn and Alisha listening on the other side of the table, it was too personal. “We can only fuck so much, Damon.” “Damnit, Damon, I’m spending as much of that money as possible!” “Are you kidding me, love? It wasn’t enough for him to try to have me killed once…”

  Monroe asked both assistants to type up transcripts of the meeting. Alice followed him out of the conference room and into the main maw of the executive office, where people still stole glances at her. They all know who I am by now, but I barely know who they are. She recognized some faces, but that was it. I still can’t remember the new receptionist’s name!

  “Damon,” Alice began, stopping him before they could end up in his office on the other side of the room. “I need to go home. My parents should be there any time.”

  His visage conveyed confusion before remembering what he and his wife had been discussing off and on the past few days. “Right. Go ahead, then. I’ll see you at dinner.”

  “You’re not coming with me? Damon, this is my family we’re talking about. My parents don’t even know who the hell you are, and I’m married to you.” Alice didn’t want to think about how her sensitive brother was taking it. “Least you could do is shake their hands before jetting off to your next meeting.”

  Before Monroe could snap something – not at her, exactly, but at the situation – he took a look at the employees staring at them and motioned to his office. Alice begrudgingly followed.

  “I have a meeting
at four,” he said, once the door was closed. “I absolutely can’t miss it. We’re talking millions of dollars here, Alice.”

  “I know that. Where’s the meeting? Maybe you could swing by home with me and go hit your meeting in time.”

  “It’s at La Mariposa, on the other side of town.”

  “Shit.” With mid-afternoon traffic at its best, it was still a fifteen minute drive from where they lived. “Please, Damon. If we go right now…”

  He sighed. Frustration was a dangerous look on him – especially if that frustration had anything to do with Alice. While she never feared him lashing out at her in any way, she still knew what he could be like on a bad day. I’ve unfortunately seen a few now. There was some CEO in Germany who was still licking the wounds Monroe inflicted on him over the phone. I went to sleep that night thinking of how the man holding me had shouted and cursed so loudly. At first, it unnerved Alice. Now she ignored it.

  “Fine. If we go right now I might be able to make it back in time, but I can’t wait if they’re late.”

  “Let’s go.”

  Alice took the initiative and called ahead for their driver. The limo was waiting by the curb the moment they erupted from the main entrance.

  So were a million paps who had been camping out ever since the world caught wind that Damon Monroe had married.

  Alice hated the paparazzi. They rolled right off Damon, who always held her close to him, shielding her from the flashes and walking so briskly that Alice would end up in the back of some car before she had the chance to say anything. This was why they almost never took the main entrance to and from work. We always go straight to a private elevator from the guarded parking garage. That wasn’t possible to coordinate at the moment.

  “Damon! Alice!” She blocked those shouts out of her head as she hopped into the back of the limo before her husband. Monroe closed the door behind him before the driver took off.

  “I bet my father is loving all the media attention we’re getting.”