Big Bad Fake Groom: A Billionaire's Virgin Romance

by Tia Siren

  I tried my best to think of something else, but the more I denied myself the pleasure, the stronger it became. I could feel myself becoming more aroused by the second. The yearning I had for his touch took over my hands, giving them a mind of their own as they caressed my gentle curves.

  I was snapped from my fantasy by the car coming to a stop in front of my apartment. The driver was already walking around to my door, so I tried my best to hide my excitement.

  I have a suspicion that he knew what was on my mind, considering the cheeky smile that seemed plastered on his face. My cheeks were flush with embarrassment as I half sprinted up the stairs toward my room.

  Once inside my apartment I stripped the elegant gown off and felt the need for a cold shower. It was my own impulses that got me into this mess, and now I wondered how I would get out of them.

  I can’t say I enjoy cold showers, but they always help kill the mood. I wondered if perhaps it was my own hormones starting to affect my mood in some fashion.

  2.

  I was still a little angry when I woke up. My phone had still not been turned on, and I deigned to do so. Still, I had a business that needed to be run, so begrudgingly clicked on the device.

  It flashed to life and delivered several text messages and voice mails that I could already tell weren’t from prospective clients. I wasn’t interested in reading anything from Viktor, today. So, I crammed the phone in my purse.

  The wind blew cold through the window I had forgotten to close; which was odd, as I rarely opened that window, but I have been known to forget my own actions in the past. The rush of cold air perked up goosebumps on my naked skin, and I relented to putting clothes on.

  My dress lay on the floor, still in a heap, waiting for me to take proper care of it. I wasn’t too keen on having so expensive a thing get destroyed so soon, so I plucked it from its rest and hung it in the closet.

  I wasn’t sure what it was that I saw, but I know I saw something out of place once again. My shoes, which I normally keep in proper order, had somehow found themselves disheveled. A few of my dresses as well were shoved to the wrong side of the closet, as well.

  It only took a moment to put them back, but still frustrating to have even a minor amount of cleaning that need be done so early in the morning.

  I kept having a nagging feeling in the back of my brain; it kept telling me to get out of there; just put everything down and leave, go see Viktor. Still, my anger at him for being what he was denied me the comfort of that possibility.

  However, just because I didn’t want to go to Viktor for help didn’t mean I wouldn’t find some sort of safe haven to assuage my mounting nerves.

  I dressed for work in a flash, even taking a minute to enjoy my outfit in the mirror before leaving. I always did look good in darker red clothing; it mixed well with my darker skin tone.

  A creak from the hallway snapped me from my mindless admiring, and I felt a greater urgency to leave.

  I took a quick peek into the hallway of my building, which was thankfully empty, and figuring it safe enough, left my apartment.

  The safest place I knew was my gallery, I knew every nook and cranny, every sight and sound; it was home. It sat a fairly close two blocks away from my apartment, which was as far as I really would consider walking in the city.

  I could already make out the familiar glass viewing windows, and spectacular pieces I had arranged for all to see.

  I whipped out my keys and tore open the door, immediately shutting and relocking the heavy glass portal behind me. I figured the glass would, at least, let me see people coming.

  My phone buzzed again, and I once again ignored it. I knew it was still Viktor trying to get my attention. With a sigh of relief, I made way for my office in the back room of the gallery, and a twist of the key brought me into the inviting cubby that was my office.

  It truly was a cozy place, as I had enough room to sit at my desk for paperwork when the need arose, or to stretch when too much work needed to be done. Familiar receipts and documents littered the walls and the desk, still demanding my attention. A fresh piece sat against the wall, still wrapped in butcher paper while it waited for a spot in the gallery.

  I plopped down on the chair and shut the door behind me, and enjoyed the solitude. I knew I would have a few people visiting today to possibly purchase some of the work I had displayed and I readily awaited their calls.

  I figured now was the best time to go through the mountain of messages that I had received. I retrieved my phone, yet again, from my purse and began to scroll through my missed messages. More than twenty from Viktor, and another three voice messages from him as well. However, there was a single message from an unknown number.

  Knowing that it may be a client I decided to tap on it, and doing so I let out a scream of fright. It was a photo of me, getting into the car at the party last night. I could even make out Viktor’s silhouette in the foreground chasing after the car.

  The phone flashed again, and another photo popped up on the screen from the same number. It frightened me to find another photo of me, but this time, I was lying in bed, naked. I could tell the photo had been taken last night, as the dress I had worn the previous night was still crumpled on the floor in the photo.

  I dropped my phone, hoping this was some kind of prank that was being played, but then I remembered what Viktor was talking about last night and began to have a panic attack. My breathing became incredibly shallow as I lowered myself to the floor with my back against the door.

  The phone vibrated on the floor again, and I felt the urge to leave and find the police. But, I hesitantly reached for it and examined the caller. It was Viktor.

  I hastily answered the phone.

  “Viktor, what the hell is going on,” I screamed, “why am I receiving photos of myself from last night?

  “Brandy, this is very important, you need to delete all the messages I sent you from last night as quickly as possible. I’m on my way to your apartment right now.”

  “I’m at the gallery,” I said.

  “Okay, stay right there and I’ll be there in a few minutes. Don’t open the door for anyone.”

  The phone went silent, and I did as I was told. I scurried through my phone and removed all the messages I had received.

  Then I heard a knock on the window out front. I was scared to even look out the back room door, let alone open the front door. Still, I did my best to keep my composure as I stepped out from my office.

  I recognized the man at the front door, it was Ivan. He was a client I had scheduled a meet with. I let out a sigh, which did little to calm my nerves, and straightened my dress. I had known Ivan for more than half a year, and he was one of my better customers. I knew I could trust him with in my situation.

  I unlocked the door, and he inched it open from the outside.

  “Ivan, so good to see you, could we perhaps reschedule for another day? This is not a good time.

  I choked out the words and I think he could tell I was nervous.

  “Is something wrong,” he asked, “I know it’s short notice but I really need a gift for my friend. Vodka is a great gift for a friend, but it shouldn’t be the only gift. Let me buy something quickly, eh?”

  I relented. He had a nice smile, and I couldn’t see him as anything more than harmless. He strolled in, and I locked the two of us in the gallery to make sure nobody would try to enter that I didn’t know.

  With a quickened pace he walked along the walls of paintings and took a quick glance at many of them he hadn’t seen before. I followed, with one eye watching him, and the other watching the door.

  He paused in front of a piece, a blotchy red design. It was a painting I had received from a newer artist in the area, and the style wasn’t incredibly popular, but I couldn’t help it, the art spoke to me.

  “How much for this?”

  “$10,000,” I replied.

  He tilted his head and nodded.

  “I like this, and I believe he will
too, write it up, and I’ll be on my way.”

  He produced his checkbook from his pocket, and I walked toward the back room. I rummaged for the paperwork he would need to sign, but as I searched I felt a pair of hands grabbing me from behind.

  My mouth was covered in a handkerchief, and my abdomen was being squeezed so tight it was hard to breathe. I struggled for a breath of fresh air, but in moments, I could feel myself drift off to sleep.

  3.

  The light spilled in through the windows in the bedroom, the shadows from the curtains danced across the floor, and Viktor, in all his glory, stood still in front of me.

  I could feel his eyes burning through me, melting what little inhibitions I had. His tough and scarred skin barely contained the muscle flexing beneath as he held his arms open, waiting for an embrace.

  I stepped slowly, as though floating, in the darkened room. I felt my long black hair waving in the breeze that filtered in, and I realized my own nakedness.

  A burning was building deep inside me, and it needed release.

  I threw my arms around Viktor, planting my head into his masculine chest, and he, in turn, held me tight. He craned his neck and leaned in for a kiss; I accepted thoroughly. Our tongues locked in a duel for more as he grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me in for a deeper kiss.

  My breath was becoming short as he released me from his grasp, and threw me upon the bed that waited patiently for our arrival.

  The silken sheets spilled to the floor, and I could feel myself sinking, falling into the comfortable bed. I was becoming hot with anticipation as I awaited my lover to join me.

  He crawled on the overly large mattress toward me, as a blue halo of moonlight silhouetted his form. I couldn’t hold back my excitement as I began to rub my hands all over myself.

  He leaned in for a kiss, which I provided eagerly, before letting his tongue wander over my body.

  He kissed down my neck, and I could feel my chest becoming flush as my nipples perked up. He lingered his tongue on my nipple for a while. Flicking and sucking, and it tickled me in all the right places.

  His hands caressed my curves, up and down my hips. He continued with his tongue, moving to my other breast.

  I reached one arm around to hold onto his back, and with my other hand, I brushed along his strong chest. Working my way down slowly, until I met his throbbing member. I began to stroke up and down his shaft, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like.

  He reached his hand down to my clit and began to massage it in a circle. Every little sensation shot feelings of ecstasy to my head. I arched my back when he would find just the right place to touch.

  My moans were becoming louder, and I could feel myself dripping with desire. He must have noticed because he brought his mouth back to my own and brought me in for another kiss.

  I could feel the tip of his manhood begging to enter, and I was not in a place where I could deny the pleasure.

  He eased it in, at first, slowly inching its way deeper and deeper. It felt almost too big to fit, and I let out a whine, but it didn’t stifle his advance. It opened me more and more, unceasing until I had finally taken it all.

  He breathed heavily in my ear, as I continued to moan with pleasure, enjoying every inch of him. He didn’t move just yet. Instead he started kissing me all over again.

  It only lasted for a moment, though, as I could feel him slide out and then slide back in. He started slowly at first, and then he started to speed up. Every time his pelvis would meet mine I would feel a shock shooting up my nerves.

  He continued to bore into me, and I was starting to lose myself to the rhythm. Then suddenly I could feel wave after wave of pleasure shooting down all my muscles. I couldn’t even let out a moan to signal his success.

  Every muscle inside me was tensed from the orgasms, but he was showing no signs of stopping. He pushed me into the bed and grabbed my butt tightly. I could feel him pumping his fluid into my welcoming body, and I shuddered from the feeling.

  Everything was wet, I was wet, the bed was wet, and then I finally woke up.

  4.

  “Sounds like you were having a good dream,” Ivan said as he picked up the bucket of water.

  I sputtered and spat, trying to flip my wet hair from my face. I was tied to a chair. While I had been tied down before, I usually preferred it in a more intimate setting.

  “Ivan, what the hell is going on,” I asked.

  He tossed the bucket aside and let out a chortle.

  “You can call me Anton,” he said, “Considering you know our mutual friend, I thought you might be willing to answer a few questions for me.”

  “You’re Anton?”

  “In the flesh,” he replied, “I suppose my reputation precedes me.”

  I nodded.

  “What do you want with me,” I asked.

  “I want what every slighted man wants, revenge.”

  He turned and went to a nearby work bench, and continued to sharpen a rather large knife.

  “If you want revenge, why are you taking me, I didn’t do anything to you.”

  He stopped sharpening the blade and turned to me.

  “My dear, revenge is a beautiful thing. If I were to stab him in the hand I would have my revenge but once, but if I stab him in the heart, I would have my revenge as many times as he is willing to bare it.”

  He turned back to the bench again and continued his busy work. I began to panic, my breathing became short, and I started to test the strength of the ropes.

  “Don’t bother, that rope won’t burst for an elephant, let alone a small girl.”

  The hopelessness of my situation was palpable. Then I heard a familiar ringtone.

  My phone was perched on a tabletop nearby, having spilled from my purse. I jumped up and down in the chair to inch my way closer to it, but before I could get to it, Anton was already answering.

  “Here, I’ll put it on speaker for you,” he said answering the phone.

  “Brandy! Are you there?” answered Viktor.

  “Help! Viktor! Anton is holding me,” I shouted at the phone.

  “She’s right, Viktor, I’m holding her just outside of town. If you’d like to enjoy her company again, I must suggest that you come alone.”

  “Anton. Fine, I’ll come alone. I’ll do what you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Viktor said.

  Anton smiled a wicked smile and ended the call.

  “Looks like we won’t have much longer to be together, Brandy,” he said, tossing my phone into my lap.

  I sat there, mulling over my day. It only made me more depressed to think that I might have been saved had I just listened to Viktor a little longer at his party, rather than return home so quickly.

  This whole mess was my fault, he was just trying to do the right thing, and I did nothing but get upset, which led to my own capture. I had a bad feeling about ‘Ivan’ from the first time I met him, but he was so nice and inviting, there was no way I could have seen this.

  I heard a knock on the door. It seemed that Anton wasn’t really expecting anything, either, as the door tore open as he approached it.

  I could see soldiers pushing their way past the entryway, surrounding and apprehending Anton.

  “Sorry, Anton, my old friend, I don’t think I’m incredibly interested in the deal you proposed,” Viktor said casually while strolling in through the smoky door entrance.

  “How did you get here so fast?!” shouted Anton.

  Viktor walked over to me and snatched the knife from the workbench to free me from my bonds.

  “We both know people, Anton. Your people helped you find Brandy. My people watched Brandy and waited until they knew you were alone. The phone call I made just proved it for certain.”

  Anton clenched his teeth as the armed men yanked him from the floor.

  “This isn’t over yet, Viktor. Blood for blood!”

  He wasn’t able to put up much of a fight against the men restraining him; it almost se
emed that he didn’t want to.

  With my bonds now free, I jumped into Viktor’s welcoming arms.

  “Ah, so does this mean I’m forgiven, then?”

  I pondered for a moment and returned with a smirk.

  “Only as long as you’re as good in real life as you are in my dreams,” I replied.

  He gave me a quizzical expression, but just as quickly he shook it off.

  “Let’s get you home, Brandy, and out of those wet clothes.”

  He led me outside where his car and driver waited. The cool air sent shivers down my spine, as my wet clothes made the air more frigid. Inside the car I was met with a blanket that I wrapped around myself with earnest.

  The car lurched forward as we went on our way. I nestled myself into the crook of Viktor’s arm and absorbed what little heat I could. The blanket was helping, but Viktor was helping more.

  It didn’t take long before I decided was done with the wet clothes entirely and began to strip off the dress and my underwear. I was met with absolutely zero reservations from Viktor but was still feeling a bit embarrassed with the driver nearby.

  I nuzzled my back into Viktor’s side and kept the blanket wrapped tight. Viktor threw his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I admired him again; he was my protector today.

  I pulled his arm under the blanket and let him hold my bare skin. He seemed to enjoy it, and I enjoyed the sentiment. Then I started pushing his hand a little lower, and lower still until his hand was resting on my hot sex.

  I manipulated his hand in circles around my womanhood, and after a moment of practice, he seemed to be quite good at it. With every circle, I edged closer and closer to orgasm.

  Before I could get there, though, the car pulled to a stop in front of my apartment. I paused for a moment.

  “Perhaps we should go back to your place,” I said.

  He let out a laugh and nodded to the driver who started on his way, again.

  Viktor could feel the wetness that I was dripping onto his blanket and slipped his finger inside. The sudden action made my heart skip a beat, but he pulled it out just as quick and went back to his rubbing.