The Marriage Mistake_A Billionaire Hangover Romance

by Natalie Knight

  Her eyes flare, then narrow as she puts her hands on her hips. Feisty Sienna has come out to play. And it fucking turns me on.

  "Not this again.” She waves her hand in the air for emphasis.

  “Leo, I don't understand you. Why have you taken such an interest in my life suddenly? Why do you care if I’m an escort or not? It's not like you have any vested interest in me. I'm just another woman you can throw away at the end of all this."

  Is that really what she thinks?

  My plan was to keep my distance, compartmentalize the shit storm Sienna dredges up inside me, but the more I'm around her, the harder it is to stick to the fucking plan.

  I can't get her off my mind for a single fucking second, but it’s not like I can let her know that.

  So I say nothing. I’m not one to hold my tongue, but I will when it suits a purpose. People will keep talking when you give them silence, and I want to see what she fills it with.

  "You know, I don't get you," she says again. "Why are you even putting on this charade for the world? What do you care if I’m labeled a whore? You obviously think that's what I am, so why bother keeping everyone else from thinking it?"

  I glare at her. She can't mean it. She really thinks I'd stoop so low as to brand her that way?

  "I'm doing it for Jax." The lie flows easily out of my mouth.

  She pauses, studying me as if she’s trying to figure me out.

  "Okay, Leo, then why did you hire me for thirty days, huh? Was that for Jax, too? I mean, you did that before the threat was a factor. You must have a reason. What is it?"

  "It's nothing, okay?" I toss back, infuriated now.

  Then realizing how defensive that sounds, I add, "there's no reason."

  She stands on one side of the gigantic kitchen island while I’m on the other.

  It feels like we’re worlds apart.

  This should make me happy, right? I need the distance. I fucking need to put some space between us so I can think rationally again.

  But all I want to do is go to her and make her smile, wipe this confusion and what I think looks like hurt from her face.

  "Come on, Leo, just tell me,” she presses. “Why is this such a big deal?”

  I avoid eye contact and try to shut this whole thing down. It’s a really fucking big deal, but I can’t go there with her. But she's like a damn dog with a bone. She won't let up.

  "Tell me,” she demands. “I have a right to know why you hired me as your personal escort for thirty days."

  "Jesus Christ, Sienna.” I just snap, completely lose my cool, throwing my arms out wide. "I did it because I can't fucking stand the idea of you being with someone else."

  The words hang heavy in the air between us. I know instantly it was a mistake. I shouldn't have said it.

  Fuck.

  I need to get away. Out of her presence where all my common sense flies right out the goddamn window.

  I turn and leave her standing speechless at the island while I go to the balcony and breathe in the fresh air. The familiar city lights do nothing to calm down my spinning head.

  What the fuck have I done? I can't go there with her. But now it might be too late.

  She follows me outside after a minute. Of course she does.

  I want to avoid her gaze at all costs. She takes my hand and pulls me inside without saying a word. Still trying to pull back from the shit I just unleashed, I go to the bar and open a bottle of wine.

  Sienna sits on one of the stools and watches me.

  "You know,” she says softly. “I don't know why you care. It's been ten years since things transpired between us. I’m a grown woman now. Do you really think I haven't been with anyone else?"

  I finally look at her, and her intense scrutiny has me speaking without out thinking again. "Of course I know that, Sienna. I just haven’t had to see it. Seeing you with someone else drives me fucking crazy."

  I immediately wish I could take the words back.

  What the fuck is wrong with me tonight? Spending this time together, pretending we’re dating, must have knocked a screw loose.

  Her shocked expression tells me everything I need to know. The truth is on the table now. She can either take it or leave it.

  She opens her mouth, no doubt to confront me about what I mean, but then my phone buzzes. I'm so fucking grateful for the interruption.

  "What?" I snap, grabbing a wine glass and pouring up the expensive vintage.

  "It's Jax, man. Listen, I heard that you've been out with my sister, pictures are already on the gossip sites, and I want it to stop right the fuck now."

  Yeah, wine isn’t going to cut it. I pass the glass to Sienna and reach for the scotch. I set the phone down and put it on speaker so she can hear exactly what I've been up against. Maybe she needs to know what really went down ten years ago.

  "You son-of-a-bitch," he continues to incriminate himself. "Stay the fuck away from my sister or you’ll have it coming."

  Now she’s shocked by her brother's attitude. Just like I suspected, but having it confirmed changes things. She has no idea what he's like. What he did.

  "Listen, Jax. Fucking relax, dude," I say. "It's all for show. I'm trying to keep you and your sister out of the media. You know this. You wanted this."

  Sienna looks confused, as she should be. I’m pretty damn confused myself at this point. Is it for show or is there something real between us? Am I caught up in the game I’m playing, or have I gone too far and risked more than I intended?

  "You better be telling the fucking truth, Leo. That better be all there is because if I find out that you’ve been fucking her, all hell will break loose. You hear me?"

  "Loud and clear." I hang up the phone and slam it down on the bar.

  Sienna comes around the bar to stand in front of me and attempts to pull more truth out of me.

  "What the hell was that all about? Why is my brother threatening you like that?"

  "It's just who he is, Sienna." My tone makes it clear it’s no longer on the table for discussion.

  "Well, at least tell me what you meant. It drives you crazy to see me with other men? What the hell, Leo?" She gives me an incredulous look.

  Fuck. She has me backed into a corner.

  Of course it drives me crazy to see that. She's the first girl I ever loved, and I've loved her every day since, no matter how much I try to deny it. I don't know how we got here.

  A part of me wants to run and separate myself from her before things get any more complicated. And another part just needs to have her. I crave her hot body, her kind soul, her brilliant mind, everything.

  There isn’t a single thing about her that doesn’t make me want to claim her as my own.

  I'm tempted to stop all this talking and strip her down right here next to the bar so that I can make her understand how real this is. But I can’t. I won’t.

  I turn away from her, but she gets up and comes toward me. She traces her fingers over my abs. They tighten as I suck in a breath at her touch.

  "You’re saying you've been thinking about me all these years?"

  I say nothing. She'll not pull another ounce of truth out of me tonight. I just look at her.

  Then she shocks the hell out of me by gripping my face gently between her palms as she stands on her tip-toes to plant the most tender of kisses on me.

  My cock hardens even more—because who the fuck am I kidding?

  I’ve been hard for her pretty much all night. Right now, I'm ready to rise to her challenge. Ready to fuck away all these thoughts and feelings that I don’t want to face.

  Yes, I fucking want her.

  But she will always have to pay with her submission. That's just how it is with me. I kiss her back, hard, rough, almost cruelly, all this turmoil and aggression coming out as I pull her to me. Tonight, I want to forget about everything except how good this feels. The night is only just beginning.

  And tonight, she’s mine.

  Sienna

  I surrender
to Leo in confused disorientation. I’m still reeling from him saying it kills him to see me with another man.

  How could that be possible?

  What he did to me in the past jaded me, changed me.

  I never thought the new Leo Asher had one ounce of an actual soul. He’s just a gorgeous, wealthy man with little else on his mind other than sex and power.

  He's the biggest playboy in town, yet he just admitted I have the potential to drive him wild with jealousy. I don’t even know what to think anymore.

  I can’t let myself get too caught up in what that might imply, though. I trusted Leo once before and I got burned. Badly.

  I'm not going down that road again.

  His admission probably just means he has some chauvinistic sense of control over me because he's purchased me for thirty days. That’s all I can let myself believe it means if I don’t want to get hurt again.

  The thought pulls me out of my lust-filled haze and I try to break the kiss that almost feels like a punishment.

  "Leo," I gasp, breathless, pushing against his chest. "I don't want you to get confused. You own me for thirty days and that's it. You can't expect to maintain control over me after that."

  I have to keep my head on straight. I can’t let all this sex cloud my judgment.

  "Of course. That's obviously what I meant, Sienna. His eyes are cold as stone now, his tone condescending. “So remember that. As long as I own you, I don't want you so much as looking at another guy, got it?"

  I make myself believe him because I have no other course of action.

  Nothing about him screams commitment or love. Even though I’m realizing I care for him as much as I always did, and even though my heart is screaming at me to dive in,

  I know I can't love Leo Asher again. Getting over him was too hard.

  I cried for weeks and then his abandonment left me with trust issues that turned me into someone completely different. I don't let anyone in anymore. And I especially can’t let him in.

  So even though things are advancing between us and it feels like we’re skirting a very thin line, I'm keeping my walls up nice and high.

  Even though part of me desperately wants to hear him say he’s secretly loved me all this time, I can’t handle that. So I push him to tell me what I need to hear: that this means nothing.

  "So, you purchased me just to..." I watch his face closely.

  "Keep you out the media." His expression is completely blank. “I knew this would be an issue right away.”

  "Okay, well good. Now that it's all out on the table, then I guess we're fine."

  His eyes turn dark and I know what's coming. He wants to make good on his money. I watch him as he stalks around the penthouse, removing his suit jacket, his shoes, his tie.

  Finally, he grabs his glass of scotch again and takes a seat on the leather couch.

  Then the bastard has the nerve to snap his fucking fingers at me.

  "You think I'm gonna come to you just like that? I'm not your little whore or a prisoner here."

  No man snaps their fingers to make me come like I’m their goddamn pet. I turn my back to him and retrieve my wine glass, sitting back at the bar. I hope to hell this move pisses him off.

  Before I know it, he's right there behind me and he's pulling me back up off my seat. I knock back the remaining wine and let myself be taken. He drags me over to the couch, and I guess he's about to get his wishes fulfilled after all.

  Something must be wrong with me because I immediately kneel in submission between his legs. I know he wants it. I want it. I love the way he takes control of me, even while I simultaneously want to exert my own.

  I know the image of me on my knees at his will is what he craves right now. He wants me to be defeated, bent to his will, giving in to his domination with total surrender.

  He's doing a damn good job of breaking me down.

  Any fight I have left in me flees the second he releases his thick, throbbing cock from his pants. There it is in all its hard glory. I swear it’s the most perfect cock I've ever seen. I don’t think I'll ever stop wanting it.

  I lick my lips in anticipation but quickly try to maintain my composure. I don’t want him to know how much I want him, how desperate I am for him to control me. But he sees it. Of course he fucking does. Nothing gets by Leo Asher.

  I try to maintain a steady gaze as though I'm still in control, but my body betrays me. My heart is pounding and I'm feeling warm with desire.

  He seems to know this too.

  He fists his fingers in my hair and shoves my head toward his cock. I make a poor attempt at a struggle but it's futile. He wants me to suck him long and hard, take him deep, as if to prove that I like being bought, that I like being his.

  When I resist the pressure he uses to force me down, he says, "I own you now, baby. And I know you fucking want it. So do it. Show me how much you love being owned by me. How much you want this cock in your mouth."

  "Fine," I say with a strangled gasp. His dirty words make me inexplicably wet. So wet that I could take all of him inside my pussy right now without him ever even touching me.

  If this is how he wants to play, then game on.

  I’m going to give him the best blowjob he's ever had and he'll be the one to realize that it's me he can't live without. I want to flip the tables on him, make him suffer like I did. I want to make sure I blow him so good he'll remember this night forever.

  I pull down my dress to reveal my perfect tits, but instead of gawking he just tilts his chiseled face calmly to the side as if he's trying to memorize what I look like.

  His fingers yank on my hair and he pulls my face down to his cock. I open wide, unable to hide the moan of satisfaction when he rams his rock hard cock so far into my mouth that he hits the back of my throat.

  I fucking love it.

  I crave this. I want him to choke me with his cock so I'm gasping for breath, but I'll never admit it to him.

  Instead, I try to pull my head back and give him my best "lollipop" move. He lets me tend to the tip of his cock. I swirl my tongue around the wide, smooth tip, but when I peek up I see nothing but amusement on his face. Is this a fucking game to him?

  I narrow my eyes and start to pull away, but he tangles his fingers even tighter through my hair and forces my head back down on him.

  His cock hits the back of my throat again, and I'm getting exactly what I want. I don't know why it feels so good to be choking on Leo's cock but then it dawns on me that he's worn me down into submission. I don't want to fight this anymore.

  And that's probably what he's wanted all along. My total nonresistance to his every desire. And the fucked up thing is that I want that, too.

  I gag around his hard cock, and when I look up through my eyelashes I see the smirk of satisfaction on his face. He has me basically begging to be on my knees choking on his giant cock.

  "Come on baby, take it all. Just like you like it, nice and deep." The growl in his voice has my pussy clenching and gushing.

  His fingers hold my head in place and I’m forced to breathe through my nose. I swallow hard, and the feeling of my throat closing around him must be too damn good because the next thing I feel is hot cum shooting down my throat.

  Jet after hot salty jet pours from his cock, and I gulp to swallow it all.

  I don’t want to waste a drop.

  I suck down every last bit of his cum.

  Then when he pulls out of my mouth, I get up and straighten my dress, trying to maintain some air of dignity, and walk around in front of him.

  I pour myself more wine and wash the savory last drops of his cum down.

  "I'm going to take a shower," I say nonchalantly.

  His eyes flare with heat. Isn't he done yet? What’s he trying to prove?

  "No, Sienna, I'm not done with you yet."

  "But you just came."

  He looks at me like I’ve said something amusing. "It doesn't matter. If I’m not done with you then you’ll do what I say
. How about I join you for that shower?"

  I want him to, and inside I'm hoping there's more to this evening. That him not being done with me means that he intends to make me come all night. But what can I do? I'm never in control with him. He’ll do what he wants to do, and nothing more.

  "Yes, come join me."

  "I want you in there, ready and waiting for me."

  I do what he says. It's the easiest way. And if I’m honest, I don’t want to argue.

  The thought of having hot streams of water pouring over my body sounds perfect right about now. But to have Leo's overpowering frame in there with me?

  Holy hell.

  It’s like living out my teenage fantasy. Only this time I won't have to do naughty things with the shower head. He'll do it for me. He'll get me off. He'll make me come and beg and submit. By the end of the night, I'll be so fucking spent that it'll feel like sleeping on a cloud.

  I turn the water on and get in. It washes away the long day and my muscles melt under the force of the water hitting my skin. Steam rises up, and I inhale it all in. I'm tired, but I'm also confused.

  Leo says it drives him crazy to see me with other men. Doesn't that normally mean someone cares for you as more than just a sexual plaything? Maybe not.

  Maybe he’s just possessive with his toys.

  I don't mind being his little slave for now, but it's only temporary. With every day that passes, I get pulled deeper into his charisma and power, and I already know it’s going to be hard to detach at the end of our agreement.

  How did I get here? I made a solemn promise to myself to never again fall under the hypnotic influence of Leo. He's good at this. It's his mission to seduce women. And as he's gradually wiped out all the fight left in me, I find myself longing for something more, for something deeper.

  I'm in dangerous territory. There’s no doubt about it. But my thoughts evaporate as he walks in, totally fucking naked and hot as hell.

  I pull back into a corner of the large shower, my body already wet and needy. He comes in, passes through the stream of water so his tanned skin is wet, and then he’s there in front of me.