My Dad’s Billionaire Enemy

by Winters, Bella

  I could feel myself tightening around him, even as I tried my best to be loose.

  “You’re so fucking tight.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said because it was the first thing that came to mind.

  “Don’t you dare apologize for your gorgeous tight pussy. It’s going to feel so good, it just might hurt a little for you.

  “I can take it.” I didn’t know if I could. My ex hadn’t been much to speak of, and gauging by the way Malcolm spoke, he was clearly a big deal.

  When Malcolm’s tongue entered me, my back arched from the pleasure and my hips bucked forward. I couldn’t help it, it just felt too good.

  I was so close to orgasm already, with the way that he had worked me up, that it just took a few thrusts of his tongue and some gentle tweaking of my clit before he was tasting me, and the first wave of the night went through my body.

  He rose, standing over me now as he lifted his shirt over his head.

  “You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.”

  “I want you,” I whined, and he undid his belt, dropping his pants and briefs in one smooth motion, then stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.

  He was naked now, and oh so glorious. Despite being older, he had kept his body in glorious condition. His abs glistened with sweat, and his arms that held me were nothing to laugh at.

  And his cock….

  It was long and erect, and I knew it would feel amazing inside of me. I hadn’t ever been with someone who had a cock so beautifully large and long, and I was eager to know how it would make me feel.

  But he hesitated. For several seconds he just looked down at me and did not make any move to continue.

  I didn’t know what to make of it. It was clear from the way he was looking at me that he was conflicted, but we had already come so far.

  “I need you,” I whined. I could feel the pressure building in me, and I didn’t trust myself to handle it. I had never been particularly good at getting myself off. There was just something about the addition of another person that made everything so much better.

  He gave in then, the expression in his eyes changing to pure lust.

  “Just remember, you asked for it,” he growled, and his voice sent shivers down my spine.

  He thrust himself into me without warning, and I cried at how much it was to take. He didn’t give me time to adjust as he kept going, keeping rhythm with his mouth in a way that made the pleasure worth all of the pain.

  It was rough, but God, did it feel so good. I was moaning before I knew it, and his name was on the tip of my tongue.

  “Malcolm!” I cried as the first orgasm washed over me. I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that he was a criminal, that he had kidnapped me, that he was so much older than me.

  He kept going. I knew he was good, but to be able to last like this, when I was screaming out in pleasure, it was a miracle.

  By the time he was done, there were bruises on my hips from where he had gripped me as he thrust, and I had orgasmed more than I ever had before.

  They just kept coming, one after another, till I was exhausted and felt like I couldn’t manage even one more.

  I was so exhausted, and so pleasantly buzzed from the experience, that I fell asleep right in Malcolm’s arms without a second thought about how dangerous he was.

  Chapter Nine

  Malcolm

  The realization didn’t hit me until several seconds after I opened my eyes. There was a warmth at my side, and I felt good all through my body.

  It was when I looked up at the ceiling and noticed that I was not in my room that I recognized what was wrong.

  Instantly, I shot up, horror gripping my chest. This had never happened to me before, ever. To sleep the whole night in the same bed as a woman… it was unthinkable. And even more than that….

  I looked over to where she slept next to me. She looked so peaceful in her sleep.

  I realized that I still wanted her. Last night had not quenched my thirst. This too was also strange. I’d never wanted a woman past the first night, and yet there she was, and I felt this pull to her. If last night was anything to go by, then she felt that pull too.

  But I couldn’t let myself be distracted like this.

  I forced myself to get up, to leave the comforting warmth of being next to her. I pulled on my clothes, muttering to myself the entire time.

  Shit shit shit shit shit.

  It wouldn’t do any good to get emotionally attached to Aurora, especially when she was Kline’s daughter. It would only endanger prospects of future negotiation, or get me killed. And feelings were not something Malcolm Astor did. They had already put me through enough.

  I left as quickly as I had come, knowing that the guards were probably laughing to themselves. Aurora had certainly been loud in her cries of pleasure. I wouldn’t have it any other way, but this did mean that a lot of the people in the house probably knew what went down last night.

  I didn’t care about the staff knowing. They were used to strange things and keeping secrets. That was a way of life when you worked for the rich.

  But my friends? The Four? I didn’t want them to know that I had been so weak.

  When I emerged into the large living room that we liked to occupy in our downtime, they were sitting there, and they all looked up at me expectantly, and then smiled.

  “Had a good time last night, boss?” Leroi teased. His feet were up on my favorite coffee table, and I growled at him to put them down.

  “Feet. Off. The table. Leroi.”

  “Fine.” He put his hands up in surrender and removed his feet from the table, but he was still smiling that cocky smile of his.

  I sat down in my favorite chair next to Noah, who was flipping through a car magazine.

  “Was she a good ride?” he asked, gesturing to the magazine.

  I groaned. Noah and his puns, one day I would kill him, I swore it.

  “Oh, I think we all know that he gave her quite the ride,” Leroi said, wiggling his eyebrows. “This house is enormous, but I could still hear her calling out for you: ‘Oh Malcolm!’” He feigned fainting, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead.

  “I don’t think any of us will ever be able to surpass that,” Gilles added, a faint smile on his lips. “You’ve set quite a high bar.”

  “None of you are fucking her,” I said, feeling suddenly territorial. Normally I wouldn’t mind passing off a woman once I was done with her, but the truth was that I was far from done with Aurora.

  “That’s not what I was suggesting,” Gilles said, his face turning red from embarrassment. “I just meant that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to produce similar results with someone else.”

  “Oh the mystery: will Gilles ever be able to even catch a woman,” Leroi teased.

  “Leroi, that’s enough,” I snapped.

  “Calm down boss,” Misha said, coming up behind me. “They mean no harm. Preparations are ready for Kline’s arrival.”

  “Then why hasn’t he shown his face yet!” I slammed my fist down on the table, wincing at the sudden, sharp pain. I wanted things to be over with, now. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand waiting. It was torture.

  I was the kind of person who needed things done and wanted to do them himself.

  “He’ll come eventually,” Noah assured me. “And when he does, we’ll be ready for him.”

  I wasn’t truly listening at that moment. “Maybe if we make it look like we’ve let our guard down,” I mused to myself.

  “You know, that just might work,” Leroi chimed in. “What if we throw a gala, a fundraiser sort of event at the mansion. The proceeds can continue to help our cause, and Kline might show his face thinking we’re not ready for him.”

  “I don’t think—” Gilles began, but I shot him a glare.

  “Deal, let’s do it. Make sure it looks like we have fewer guards, but find places to hide them. Start sending out the invitations immediately, a
nd make sure some wind up where Kline will come across them. Hell, write a press release. We’ll make it a publicized event.”

  “Are you sure you’re not going too far?” Noah asked.

  “Don’t question me,” I snapped. “I know what I’m doing.”

  “I’m not saying you don’t, I just want you to be safe.”

  I sighed, maybe I had gone too far. The stress of the whole situation was getting to my head.

  “I know, I’m sorry. But I think this will work, and I’m going to go crazy if we don’t do something.”

  “We’ve already offered—” Leroi began, but I cut him off. I already knew what he was going to say.

  “We’re not killing him. Not yet, anyway. I don’t want any more casualties than necessary.”

  “We just want to make sure you’re not a casualty,” Misha said.

  “Or the china,” Gilles added with a nervous laugh, gesturing to the cups and plates on the table that I slammed my fist against just moments before. “Last month we spent over two thousand dollars replacing the dishware alone.”

  “I’ll break the china if I want to.” I eyed one of the plates— an antique from eighteenth-century France with original gold leaf. I was so tempted to pick it up and throw it against the wall right now, just to show that I could.

  But then Noah rested his hand on my shoulder.

  “Breathe, Malcolm,” he whispered.

  Noah always seemed to know what I needed, and when I could use his gentle and familiar touch. He could talk me out of anger like no one else.

  “Everything will be fine in time, and if we throw this Gala I’m sure it will be much sooner than you think.”

  I sighed, taking a deep breath. “Fine, let’s start planning immediately. I can’t stand idle any longer.”

  “Anything I can do for you?” Noah asked.

  “Actually, yes. Would you mind bringing some breakfast down to Aurora? I would do it myself, but….” The fact that I was still thinking of Aurora at a time like this, it was telling of how much she was affecting me.

  “You’re not ready to see her again?”

  I shrugged. “Something like that. Oh, and make sure you knock before you enter. I had someone bring her clothes, but I have no idea if she’ll be decent when you go down there.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  Chapter Ten

  Aurora

  When I finally woke up, Malcolm was gone. The events of last night came crashing back to me all at once, and I couldn’t help but feel frustrated, and embarrassed. I buried my face in my pillow and screamed in anger over the way I acted, at the way I let lust and passion control my emotions.

  It hadn’t been a smart move, not at all. I needed to focus on escaping, on surviving, not falling for my captor.

  Admittedly, he was hot. And he knew what he was doing. I still felt warm inside at the thought of how he had made me feel last night.

  But obviously I was just a distraction to him, a plaything to be toyed with. Why else would he leave before I woke up?

  I found an extra set of clothes waiting for me. There was a soft white t-shirt that was probably more expensive than anything I owned, and a pair of well-made jeans, as well as a matching bra and panty set.

  The asshole clearly knew my size, they looked like they would fit perfectly.

  They were absurdly cute too, all pink and lacy with little organza and mesh flower details defining the cup of the bra and the hips of the panties.

  My old clothes were nowhere to be seen, and I could only assume someone had come to gather them.

  I decided to put off getting dressed in favor of a shower. I needed to clean my skin and clear my mind after what happened. I couldn’t keep thinking of his lips on the soft skin of my neck and his hands leaving bruises as they gripped my hips.

  Already, dark spots were forming on my sides in the distorted shape of hands.

  I shook away the thoughts and forced myself to stop looking at where he had marked me as his. I stood, letting the blankets fall away from me, and strode naked across the room to the bathroom door.

  Let them watch if they were watching. Let them ogle. I owned my body, and I was plenty proud of it. No shame would make me cover it up.

  The bathroom was just as nice as I expected it to be if a little bare. There was a shower—with all the needed shampoos, soaps, and conditioners, as well as a nice razor and shaving cream— plus a sink and toilet. Pink towels were hanging on towel racks, and there was a matching pink rug on the floor that was so soft that I wanted to curl up and fall asleep on it.

  I turned the water up to a scalding hot temperature, hoping to burn away the memory of Malcolm’s hands.

  It felt so good to shower, after having been taken away from the normal flow of my life. The routine of washing my hair and body brought back a sense of stability that I so desperately needed.

  I hummed under my breath as I cleaned myself of the dirt and fear that the kidnapping had brought.

  Then my eyes landed on the razor and drifted down to where a bunch of curly, dark hair obscured my vagina from view.

  I could give Malcolm a little surprise, a little show the next time he decided he wanted to take me. It might be enough to assert that I was the one in control of my body, and I did what I wanted. I didn’t know if he liked his women shaved or not, but it didn’t matter.

  What mattered was what I wanted, and I was already wet thinking of how good it would feel to have him down there with no hair as a barrier.

  So I took the razor, and I went to work.

  * * *

  About an hour later, I was dressed and sitting on the bed, letting my hair air dry, when there came a knock at the door.

  I was sure that it wasn’t Malcolm. He wouldn’t be polite enough to knock.

  “Come in,” I said, and one of the men from before entered.

  He was the one who seemed most loyal to Malcolm, and his dark skin glistened with sweat under the lights as if he had just come from working out.

  “Malcolm said I might want to knock before I came in, to make sure you were decent,” he said by way of explanation.

  “I didn’t think he would care,” I said, looking away.

  “Of course he cares, what made you think he wouldn’t?” the man asked. Now that he came closer, I saw that he was carrying a tray of food. There was a sandwich, a bowl of fruit, and a small pie to go along with it.

  He had promised me food if I behaved well, was this his idea of good behavior? Hooking up with him at his whim?

  “I’m Noah, by the way,” the man said, setting down the tray of food next to my bed. He turned as if he was about to walk away, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want to be alone as I ate, and I needed somebody to talk to. Maybe he could give me more information on Malcolm as well.

  “Wait!” I said, and Noah stopped.

  “Do you need anything else?”

  “Do you think you could stay, while I eat?” I asked, feeling a little sheepish at the words coming out of my mouth. I sounded like a child, putting it like that.

  “Sure I guess.” He shrugged. “I got nothing better to do, so why not.”

  He sat down on the floor next to my bed, crossing his legs and watching me expectantly.

  I took a tentative bite of the sandwich, realizing now that he was here that I had no idea what I actually wanted to ask him. I guessed I could just be straightforward.

  “What do you think of Malcolm?” I asked when I had finished my first bite of the sandwich.

  Noah let out a little laugh as if the question amused him. “What do I think of Malcolm? Why do you want to know?”

  I shrugged in response, my mouth already full of more sandwich. I hadn’t realized how hungry I actually was until there was food in front of me, but now I knew I was starving. My stomach was growling at the thought of finishing what I had been brought.

  “Well, let’s see then. Malcolm’s my friend, my very good friend, and I trust him. He knows what he’s doin
g, and he cares for people. I would probably follow him to the ends of the earth.”

  My brow furrowed in confusion. “Why?” I couldn’t see anyone following that man, that criminal anywhere unless there was a large amount of money involved.

  “Because I trust him, that’s why. And believe it or not, he’s a good person.”

  “Aren’t you scared of him?” I asked. I certainly was, and he seemed like an intimidating figure most of the time.

  “No, why should I be?”

  “He just… seems scary.”

  “Well, I can promise you that once you get to know him that he’s not. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but it’s really just a front that he puts on for show.”

  I was even more confused now than I was before I started talking to Noah. He clearly seemed to see something in Malcolm, but what I didn’t know.

  I finished my sandwich and moved onto my bowl of fruit. God, I had never tasted such juicy, sweet fruit before. I guessed that was what money could get you—incredible fruit.

  “Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?” Noah asked once a considerable amount of silence had passed.

  “No,” I said. “I guess I just wanted to know more about Malcolm.”

  “There are a lot of things that he should tell you himself.” He looked off into the distance, and I could tell that he must be thinking about something particularly sad. I didn’t know why, but it pained me to think about Malcolm going through something that was sad. “But I can promise he’s a good guy.”

  “And why is that?”

  “That… is also something I don’t think I can tell you, but just trust me.”

  “It’s hard to trust you. Especially when I don’t know why I’m here or what I should do.”

  “You mean, he never told you?” Noah looked incredibly surprised, and sympathetic at the same time.

  “Who never told me what?”

  “It’s really a conversation you and your father should have. It’s not my place to say.”