The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

by Michelle Love

  She pulled her head away from his grasp. ‘Fuck you. If I didn’t need money, I wouldn’t be here.’

  He smiled, took a calm sip of his cappuccino. ‘But you do need money.’

  ‘What the fuck do you want me to do this time?’

  ‘Nothing yet.’

  She made a disgusted sound.

  ‘Patience.’

  Casey lowered her voice. ‘How long? I mean, how long does it take? Just fucking kill her.’

  He laughed. ‘What on earth makes you think I’m going to do that?’

  ‘I… you told me you were going to hurt…’

  ‘Exactly. Hurt. Why would I kill her so soon when I can have her first? Especially when you plan on conveniently breaking her heart. She will be hurt. She will be vulnerable. She will give herself to me entirely and then – and only then – will I take her life.’

  Casey was aghast. ‘You mean to say that all this was because you want to fuck her? Jesus Christ, what is it with her? That doe-eyed little half-breed whore.’

  ‘Not fuck. Possess. There’s a difference.’ And his voice made her shiver.

  ‘Okay. Okay. But what makes you think she’ll… she’s in love with Sam.’

  ‘Casey, really. I never said she had a choice in the matter.’

  Casey sighed. ‘So what’s the plan then?’

  ‘There’s no point in doing anything while they’re away. We wait till they’re settled back home. When they think, they’re safe… you know what to do then.’

  Her chin came up then. ‘I could, of course, go tell them everything instead. I wonder how grateful Sam would be that I saved the life of his little paramour?’

  He laughed darkly. ‘Casey, dearest Casey, if you think Sam Levy would ever fuck you again, you are seriously deluded.’

  ‘Fuck you.’

  His smile disappeared. ‘You do, remember? I showed you the tenderness he never could. But even a whisper to him will see the end of my patience, Casey. I have no compunction about slitting your throat.’

  She curled her hands into fists to stop them trembling. ‘Do you kill all the women you fuck?’

  He smiled. ‘No. But in your case, it’s more like trash disposal than murder.’

  ‘Bastard.’ She hissed the words, spraying him with spittle. He wiped his face and, pulling her towards him and ground his mouth on hers.

  ‘You have nothing to worry about, Casey, if you kept your pretty mouth shut. The only person I want to use my knife on is Isabel Flynn. I’m going to gut her slowly, watch the agony on that beautiful face, and listen to her struggle for breath. That is my endgame, Casey; I won’t take it lightly if you fuck with that.’

  Casey began to smile. ‘Twisted.’ She glanced out at the damp Seattle streets, imagining Sam’s face when he found Isa’s body. ‘Do me a favor?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Before you kill her, do whatever you can do to make my ex-husband’s life a living hell.’

  His laugh was intimate. ‘I promise.’

  The evening air cooled, brought with it the heady scents of the ocean, the flora of the island. Flickering candles around the room cast their skin in a warm glow as they moved together. Isa slid her mouth over the crest of Sam’s penis, massaging his sac gently as her other hand worked slowly up and down the length of him. She listened to his ragged breathing, felt his hands tangle in her hair as she pleasured him. Under her touch, his cock swelled, quivered, and she felt him groan as she flicked her tongue around the wide sensitive head. His hand clenched, fisting into her hair, his entire body jerking with the force of his arousal.

  ‘Jesus… Isa… please…’

  Isa grinned, her lips curving into a smile around his cock. He wanted to plunge into her, she knew, but she was unrelenting, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked him to an explosive peak.

  ‘Let me taste you…’ He hissed, breathless, and she moved around him, gasping as he buried his face in her, his tongue delving deep into her sex, probing the hypersensitive tissues. God, the feel of him…. Isa came as he did, his hot, salty semen pumping onto her tongue as her limbs liquefied. Sam flipped her onto her back and drove his still diamond hard cock into her, pushing her legs up to her chest, hooking her ankles over his shoulders. He bit into her neck, her shoulders, and his hands molding themselves around her breasts as she shuddered and gasped beneath him. She gripped his short hair as he caught her mouth with his, his tongue massaging hers, exploring her mouth as if he wanted to consume her. Her body tensed through another overwhelming orgasm, and she tilted her hips, spread her legs further as he drove into her. At her suggestion, they had both shaved and now the feeling silky skin-on-skin as she took him in, right to the root of his cock was incredible, a new way of connecting, of loving.

  She felt the wet, scorching pulse of his cum filling her, and kissed him even as he gasped for air.

  ‘Stay inside me,’ she whispered to him, watching his face contort with ecstasy, with love for her. He nodded, smiling as he shivered. She tightened her legs around him, her vaginal muscles contracting around his cock. ‘I want to feel you getting hard while you’re in me.’

  He chuckled breathlessly and brushed her lips with his. ‘You keep clenching like that; you’ll feel something alright.’

  They both laughed as she tightened her grip on his cock. ‘Christ, Isa… what the hell did I do before I met you?’

  She smiled, but there was an edge to it. ‘We haven’t had that conversation yet. The exes.’

  Sam’s smile flickered. ‘Can we not have it while my dick is deep inside you?’

  She grinned good-naturedly, pretended to consider. ‘Yeah, okay.’

  ‘You divine little tease.’

  She chuckled wickedly. ‘Little cock-tease, I think you mean.’ She increased the pressure on him, and he groaned. He smoothed her hair back from her face, trailing his lips across her soft, dewy skin.

  ‘I love you, Miss Flynn. One day, I’d like to call you Mrs. Levy.’

  Her eyes widened. ‘Sam… I…’

  He pressed his lips to hers to silence her. ‘Don’t panic, I’m not asking that question yet. You’re not ready, I know. We’re not ready. But I want you to know that one day, I will ask it.’

  She trailed her fingers up and down his spine, smiling at him. ‘And I want you to know, that when you do, I’ll say yes. Hell yes. Fuck yes. Just not yet.’

  He grinned. ‘I can live with that.’

  She could feel his cock stiffening inside her, swelling to fill her, and as he began to move, the slickness of his cum inside her excited her as he slid in and out of her.

  ‘Can we stay in this moment forever?’ She asked, and he nodded, his clear green eyes full of love for her.

  ‘And ever,’ and he kissed her as if it was the first time.

  The nightmares returned that night. He was eight and padding barefoot through the family mansion at night. It was hot, stiflingly hot and sticky, a deep blue Louisiana summer night. All the windows had been thrown open, the sultry air bringing no relief from the heat, just making the drapes billow and dance. He could see figures behind them, shadowy figures that hissed and spat as he ran past them, mocking him. The floor seemed to melt to his little feet, making the sticky, hard to lift.

  He could hear the screams from the other end of the hallway, the ripping of delicate fabric, see the light flickering in his mother’s room, and smell the blood.

  The blood?

  Dragging his legs, he managed to stagger to the doorway, knowing what he would see when he got there. The man, with his hands around his mother’s throat, squeezing the life from her, his face contorted with the most violent, passionate love he had ever seen. Love and horror in one inexorable dance. He would see his mother, his kind, wonderful, beautiful mommy, crumple to the floor, her eyes open and staring, her face purple, her tongue lolling out of her pale, blue lips and oh God, he would run to her and beg her to breathe, to live…

  But it wasn’t his mother this time, and he was no longe
r eight years old, but a full grown man and the murderer had a knife and was laughing as he stabbed Isa, who lay across the work table in her studio, her blood pouring from her as her killer gutted her. She turned her head to stare at him, in her eyes, agony, betrayal, disappointment.

  ‘You didn’t save me, Sam.’ And he fell to his knees at her accusation watching her being murdered again and again and again…

  Sam woke, dragging air into his lungs, panting out a rhythmic ‘No…No…. No…’ He rubbed his eyes with the pads of his forefinger and thumb then looked around. The panic rose in him again.

  The bed beside him was empty.

  Cursing loudly, he shot from the bed, running through the villa, calling for her, adrenalin racing through him in burning spikes.

  Then he saw her, her confused, concerned, beautiful, living face, as she stood in the hallway outside her studio, in her pajama pants with a spaghetti strap tee, her hair tumbling down her back, her dark eyes like a startled doe. He drank in the sight of her and swept her up in a crushing hug, his entire body trembling. Isa stroked his hair.

  ‘What is it, baby? What’s wrong?’

  He suddenly found his legs were giving way and they tumbled to the floor in a heap. Isa got her arms around him, pulling his head to her chest, rocking him, trying to calm him. Sam’s breathing started to stabilize, the feel of her in his arms the balm to his shattered nerves. He couldn’t speak for a while, so she just held him, kissing his temple.

  Eventually, he pulled away, smiled sheepishly. ‘Sorry. Bad dream. And then I woke up; you were gone.’

  She ran a finger down his aquiline nose. ‘Dopey. Sorry, I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d do some work.’ She passed a hand over his forehead, pushing his damp curls back. ‘What was the nightmare about? You’ve had a few since we’ve been together and…’

  ‘What?’ He frowned. He could only recall having one since they’d met – the night he’d been away, and she’d collapsed. The night Cal had taken her to the hospital, and he’d gone from a nightmare to a waking one.

  Isa nodded. ‘You don’t usually wake up, just thrash about a bit, and tell someone to ‘please don’t’. To be honest, I’ve wanted to ask you about them, but I thought you might be embarrassed.’

  Jesus. He slumped back against the wall, his hand over his eyes. Tell her. He’d kept this secret from her because he couldn’t bear to see the love in her eyes replaced by pity. But now, here, on his island, safe from everyone else, Samuel Levy told his love about the night he watched his mother murdered by a man obsessed with her. He told her every detail, every horror and when he was done, he saw only love, understanding, comprehension

  ‘I couldn’t save her.’ He felt his body crumple, but Isa’s arms tightened around him.

  ‘You were eight years old,’ she pressed her cool lips to his temple. ‘There wasn’t anything you could have done. Where was your father?’

  Sam laughed humorlessly. ‘Away on business. Jesus. When you collapsed, and Cal told me you were in the hospital, I suddenly realized what it must have been like for my dad, to get that phone call.’

  ‘I can’t imagine.’ But she could, and suddenly Isa felt nauseous. ‘I get it now, why you’ve been so crazy about this stalker thing.’

  ‘Stalker? Try fucking psychopathic killer.’ Sam looked at her, his eyes clear and angry. ‘No-one is going to take you away from me. I promise you that.’

  She stroked his face. ‘I believe you. I love you, Samuel Levy. You and me together… ain’t nothing’ gonna tear us apart.’

  He smiled a genuine, happy, relaxed smile. ‘You bet that sweet ass of yours.’

  She pressed her lips against his mouth, her tongue running gently over the seam of his bottom lip. ‘I can make you forget your nightmares if you want.’

  His hand slid up to capture a hunk of her hair, holding her head still as he deepened the kiss, the other hand under her t-shirt, his long fingers splaying across her belly. ‘You’re the only one who can.’

  He pushed her back gently onto the floor and moved his body over hers, pushing down her pants. Kissing her tenderly, his hand slipped between her legs, seeking out the silky, damp warmth of her, his thumb brushing over the sensitive nub of her clit. She shivered with pleasure, her own hands under the waistband of his sweatpants, running the fingertips of both hands up and down the length of his cock.

  ‘God that feels good,’ he moaned, burying his face in her hair and feeling her soft laugh vibrate through her body.

  Under her touch his cock became almost unbearably hard, her little fingers sliding up and down it, circling the tip, cupping his sac, massaging the sensitive spot between his balls and his anus.

  ‘Just let me touch you for a moment, ease your stress,’ she whispered, and he nodded his acquiescence.

  ‘As long as I can look at you…’ He pushed her t-shirt up, and she quickly removed it, kicking away her pants before sliding her hands back onto him. Her caresses were feather-light, sending waves and waves of pleasure through him. He gazed down at her, wanting to memorize every inch of honey gold skin, the faint pink blush on her cheeks, and the sheen of moisture from the heat, from her arousal. Her full breasts, ripe as fresh peaches, moved up and down as her breathing became ragged. He slipped two fingers into the velvety softness of her sex, moving them slowly in and out, as he fastened his mouth over one of her nipples, feeling it harden and pucker as his tongue flicked around it. He drew the tip of it out as he sucked gently, felt her touch on his cock grow stronger, stroking, tugging as it grew bigger, stiffening almost painfully. Her sex was sodden now, slippery with her arousal and with just a glance between them, he knew she wanted him inside her. His cock was so hard it was bobbing under its own heavy weight as he lined it up, sliding the tip up and down her slit. He pushed into her, and she gasped at the quick pain as her sex stretched out, enveloping the silky length of him. They moved slowly, almost dreamlike, rocking their hips together, their eyes soft and locked on the other’s. Sam stroked her belly, feeling it tremble under his touch, hearing her deep sighs of pleasure. Isa smoothed his short dark curls, tracing a line down to his cheek, drawing a pattern between the freckles and moles on his skin, to trace the outline of his lips.

  ‘Do you have any idea…,’ she whispered softly, ‘…how staggeringly gorgeous you are?’

  Sam smiled down at her. ‘As long as you think so, that’s all I care about.’ He started to thrust harder, and she grinned, gasping her excitement. The sound thrilled him. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to you, my beautiful Isabel.’

  ‘Fuck me, Sam, fuck me until I lose control…’ And she cried out as he began to slam into her with all of his great strength, pinning her arms down with his, grinding his lips onto hers, tasting blood as her teeth caught her lip. She kissed him back with a fevered longing, her tongue caressing his, her mouth greedy now, wanting to taste him. His fingers were clamped into his hard buttocks, her fingernails digging into him, wanting to push him deeper, faster. The feel of her belly against his, the softness of her was driving him crazy; her breasts pressed into him as her body bucked and writhed beneath him.

  ‘God, Sam… …’ Isa’s eyes fluttered shut, and her cheeks burst with color as she reached orgasm and he felt her body shudder violently. He groaned as he came, his body jerking with the force of his semen pumping into her over and over.

  They collapsed together, a mass of tangled limbs, sweat, and their still-connected bodies heaving as they caught their breath.

  They lay there for long minutes wrapped in each other, drunk on each other. Sam couldn’t stop kissing her, his tongue delving into her open mouth, his teeth nipping gently at her lower lip. He felt delirious with love.

  ‘Tell me what you like.’

  She smiled, her eyes closed, enjoying his lips on her. ‘I like your cock deep inside me.’

  ‘And?’

  ‘Your mouth on me, on my lips, my tits, my belly, the way your tongue feels deep inside me, your teeth on my clit.’

>   Her words were making him hard again, swelling inside her sex. He trailed his lips along her jawbone.

  ‘More.’

  ‘I love the feel of your skin against mine, the way you look at me when you’re coming, the way you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.’

  ‘You are the most beautiful woman in the world.’ He growled, and she chuckled.

  ‘You’re biased. But I love you for it.’

  ‘Tell me…’

  ‘I love the way your hips feel when they’re slamming into me, your cock ramming me so hard I can’t grasp any coherent thought except God I want you. I love the way you taste; I love going down on you, filling my mouth with your incredible cock, sucking you dry until you’re helpless under my touch.’

  Sam smiled then, his eyes sleepy with arousal. ‘I’m helpless whenever you’re in the room, clothes or not.’

  Isa grinned. ’Right back at cha, big boy. I love the size of you, not just your cock but you. The way your shoulders are almost as wide as I am tall, your solid chest, your arms. I feel so safe in your arms, so loved, so… where I belong. Your gorgeous face, your smile, your sense of humor. Samuel Levy, you were made from my dreams.’

  He felt his cock thicken ever more and he began to move, to glide in and out of her again. Isa smiled up at him wickedly.

  ‘And I love it when you nail me to the fucking floor.’

  They both laughed, as with a growing frenzy, he did just that for the rest of the night.

  He frowned. The girl – who he’d named Isabel Two – was still unconscious. Maybe he’d been too heavy with his beating this time. But when he’d got back to the motel, she had been screaming for help, hoping against hope that anyone would hear her in this remote, rundown cockroach hellhole.

  He’d tied her too well to the chair, the duct tape made her hands swell and grow purplish. He’d stripped her to her underwear and made her bathe and wash out her clothes. He had no desire to fuck her, was, in fact, growing tired of her. She may have looked like Isabel but there the resemblance ended. This girl was whiny, ill-educated, and shallow. He sighed. He’d get no pleasure from killing her; the most he could hope for was to gag her and keep up the pretense that she was Isabel.