Argentinian Billionaire (Blood and Thunder 2)

by Susan Stephens

  He smiled faintly. “That depends on what you’re offering.” Rose wouldn’t be the first woman who had asked a favor and paid him with her body, but she would be the first who was offering to do so on behalf of someone else.

  “I want the same thing you do,” she said.

  “You don’t know what I want.”

  “I can feel it.” A lift of her brow and a confident smile hovering around her mouth said she could. “No sixth sense involved,” she assured him.

  No surprise there when his cock was thrusting hungrily against her belly. It badly needed to be freed from the constriction of his jeans to test a place he knew would be more than welcoming. Rose’s clean wildflower scent had a top note of musk. His cock flexed in anticipation as he imagined sinking deep inside her tight warmth. She was standing so close, her breasts touched his chest. He could feel her nipples, taut and erect, pressing against him. His cock jerked impatiently. As if she wanted to help him, she reached out and cupped him. The sensation was exquisite. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, the sensitivity in her hands was more than evident. The urge to feel more of those touches clawed at his senses. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched the effect she was having on him, and when the tip of her tongue crept out to moisten the full swell of her bottom lip, the urge to sink deep became unbearable. She gripped his arms for balance as he took hold of her buttocks and lifted her onto his swollen cock, rubbing her against it until she was whimpering with pleasure.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want to watch you come.”

  “Like this?” She meant they were fully clothed, he supposed.

  “Why not like this?” He thrust his hips lazily…once…twice…

  That was all it took.

  He held her in place as she came violently and noisily. He rubbed his engorged cock back and forth until the pleasure spasms eased enough for her to draw a shaking breath and look at him.

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  “Exactly,” he murmured.

  She was still trying to catch her breath when he rested her back on the long work table.

  “But that was all for me,” she commented, staring at him with concern.

  “It’s not unpleasant for me,” he assured her dryly.

  He sucked in a sharp breath as her tiny hand found his cock. “What would you like?” she asked softly.

  “You with your legs spread wide.”

  “All you think about is sex,” she teased.

  “And you never think about it?” he asked as she reached for the buckle on his belt.

  “I think about it all the time,” she admitted with engaging candor.

  She lowered his zipper, but as it was time for grown-up action, he took over. Working swiftly, he undid the buttons on her top. Her breasts sprang free. They were beautiful. She must have leapt out of bed in too much of a hurry to put on a bra. To find me?

  She was bolder than he’d expected. Cupping her breasts, she displayed them for him. He loved this new, bold Rose. Dipping his head, he suckled first one nipple and then the other. Her skin was soft and her scent was fresh. She was perfect—and he was perfectly ravenous. She writhed beneath him, seeking more contact, while he caressed her breasts. He hadn’t expected such a wild and frantic hunger in a woman who had appeared so repressed before. Weighing her breasts appreciatively, he gently abraded the tips of her nipples with his thumbnails. “I think you like that,” he commented as she closed her eyes and groaned. “What else do you like? Show me,” he prompted.

  Opening her eyes, she held his stare as she loosened the button at the top of her jeans. Taking the zipper down slowly, she said, “I like this part of my body to be touched—not yet,” she warned when he reached for her. “Take your shirt off. You’re overdressed.”

  A woman had never instructed him to do anything, nor had he been held at bay by a woman before, so it pleased him to do as she asked.

  “You’re magnificent,” she said, weighing him up as she might evaluate a stallion.

  “You’re using me,” he said, reading her like a book.

  “Am I?”

  “You know you are,” he murmured. He could expect no sugary flattery from Rose. She hadn’t changed that much. She might be playing the siren now, but she was as objective as he was. He was fast discovering that they were similar in many ways, and it aroused him to think those similarities might not end here. If her appetite for sex matched his, this could be a very interesting encounter indeed.

  “Lose your boots,” she murmured, “or you won’t be able to take your jeans off.”

  “I’m not taking them off.” He followed her wide-eyed stare to his cock, which was currently thrusting hungrily toward her. “There’s no need, is there?”

  She grabbed a swift breath and was obviously shocked, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she stared at him with challenge in her eyes. “You thought this was going to be easy, didn’t you?”

  Taking hold of her wrists in one fist, he pinned them above her head. “I know it’s going to be easy.”

  She bucked toward him as he drove his mouth down on hers, making sounds of need deep in her throat. It occurred to him then how many times he’d had sex without exchanging a single kiss. Kissing had never seemed necessary before, but possessing Rose in every way there was seemed to be an imperative now, and when she kissed him back, he exulted. At last, someone with a spine of steel who wasn’t afraid to take him on.

  “Clothes off,” he instructed. As she took her clothes off, he ripped a foil to protect them both.

  She obeyed without question, and they devoured each other as if this was their last day on earth. He’d never imagined a woman so tiny could be so strong, both in body and will. He brought her to the edge of the table and nudged his way between her legs. She threw her head back and cried out with pleasure as he teased her with the smooth, rounded tip of his cock. Reaching down, he parted her legs wide. She was every bit as plump and ready as he’d anticipated, and she responded hungrily to his experienced touch. Delicately parting her lips, he exposed the source of her frustration. It was waiting eagerly for his attention, so he applied a little friction with one slightly roughened finger pad.

  Her fingers bit into his arms as she cried out, “I can’t hold on!”

  “You must.”

  He agitated the straining nub until he judged she could take no more, and then he arranged her to his liking with her legs as wide as she could take them and her hips barely resting on the edge of the table. Pressing her back until she was lying flat, staring up at him, he teased her a few more times before allowing the tip to catch inside her. When she cried out in triumph, he pulled away.

  “You—”

  “What?” he murmured, showing her no mercy.

  “Don’t tease me,” she begged. “Please…”

  “All right,” he agreed, still not touching her. “Now?” he suggested.

  She came violently on command, without a hand or a cock to help her. Bucking energetically, she screamed out her release as he held her firmly in place. “Now,” he murmured in a soothing tone as he used his hand to extend her pleasure, and of course, she came again. “Keep those legs wide,” he ordered when finally she quieted. “That place is the center of your universe. You will think of nothing else while you’re with me.” Her eyes were still unfocused. She was still drunk on pleasure as she gazed up at him. “Okay?” he pressed.

  “Okay,” she agreed on a gasp.

  “Good girl.” Gathering her into his arms, he plunged deep.

  Chapter Five

  Dante was amazing on so many levels. In this, he was something else, and she was… In serious trouble, Rose concluded as she grabbed a breath and reached back to steady herself on the tack room table. Dante’s sexual prowess was everything she’d expected, but it was the closeness between them, even if it was only physical, that made her heart yearn beyond bearing. Her body was composed entirely of sensation. It was just her heart that ached, unfulfilled.


  Not that it stopped her. Nothing could stop her now, she thought as Dante took her again. There was only space for this in her world right now. She growled like an animal as she moved with him, grabbing and clawing as she gasped out her pleasure. He toppled her over the edge with consummate skill, but when the pleasure faded and she finally focused on his face, she saw…nothing. The stab of disappointment was fierce. She’d hoped—expected, Rose realized as the burn of naiveté swept over her—that Dante would feel closer to her too, and that it would show on his face, in his eyes, and on his mouth when he smiled reassurance at her in those crucial few seconds after sex.

  He wasn’t smiling; he was pausing.

  Maybe delivering the most excellent sex was simply a matter of pride for him, she reflected as she rested back, panting. He certainly wasn’t wholly invested. He had straightened up with his eyes closed and his breathing as regular as ever.

  What was he thinking? Another job done? Another hunger sated—for now?

  Feeling abandoned, vulnerable, and rather silly, and with the problem of her father still drumming away at her brain and no solution found, she couldn’t relax, but when she made as if to move away from him, Dante brought her back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She saw the same flash of concern in his eyes, but it was too late to stop tears of disappointment welling in her own. She knew this was just the concerned employer asking. “My father,” she whispered.

  “Go on. We have a bargain,” Dante reminded her as he zipped up.

  Job done. Head cleared, she presumed, as she straightened her clothes. “Yes.”

  “Did you think I’d let you down?”

  “Never!” The single word exploded from her mouth.

  That was what she wanted to believe, Rose warned herself. She wanted Dante to care deeply enough never to let her down. But if he kept his word and it helped her father, that had to be enough. They glanced out the window at the same time to where the thin gray light of dawn was creeping over the horizon. The staff would be here soon to tend the horses. They were out of time.

  “Regrettably—” Dante glanced at the door they hadn’t troubled to shut, let alone lock.

  “I know.”

  “I should go,” he said.

  “So should I.” She had to take a shower and would be late for training if she didn’t leave now.

  Dante’s stare rested thoughtfully on her face. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

  “Of course,” she said brightly. She had to be.

  “I’ll see you in the arena,” he said, with about as much emotion as if they’d been discussing feed schedules.

  She remained motionless as she watched him walk through the door. He looked amazing. He was amazing. And the Romani chieftain was sated for now.

  Dante had other things to do, Rose reflected as she traced the abraded skin around her mouth. There wasn’t a part of her that didn’t throb with awareness of him, but he’d left her feeling completely alone.

  When training finished that morning, he asked to see her in his office. To sack her? Or for more sex? As she hurried across the yard, she couldn’t believe she’d let things get so completely out of hand. She didn’t know what he wanted and had even less control over the situation. Going into the main administration block, she sucked in a deep, steadying breath and then knocked on his door.

  She felt the tension in the room the moment she walked in. She braced herself to hear the worst.

  “I want to discuss the arrangements I’ve made for you to go to Ireland.”

  He completely took the wind out of her sails. She wanted to get down on the floor and kiss it—maybe even his feet. As her heart soared, she exclaimed, “Thank you.”

  Dante shrugged, as if to say that this was a straightforward negotiation as far as he was concerned.

  And now she was disappointed because he didn’t want her? What was wrong with her head? Dante had promised to keep his side of the bargain. He’d done so, and that was it, as far as he was concerned.

  She’d hoped for something more, Rose silently admitted, even though her sensible head said something more had never been on the table. Dante had always been clear about that.

  She tried to concentrate as he gave her chapter and verse of how and when his private jet would take her to Ireland, where land transport would be made available.

  His jet! His private jet! She would never get used to his world.

  “That’s wonderful—”

  “That’s enough,” he countered, dismissing her gratitude with a wave of his hand.

  She listened to the rest of his instructions, nodding and murmuring her thanks where appropriate, but she couldn’t help wondering if his coolness meant last night had been a one-off. He didn’t seem exactly overwhelmed by lust. Maybe she’d been a disappointment to him. And how did that make her feel?

  “Are you listening to me, Rose?”

  Dante’s sharp tone jerked her out of her reveries. “Of course. I can’t thank you enough.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” he murmured. “Come here—but lock the door first, before—”

  She blinked. “Before what?”

  “Before you take your breeches off.”

  “Has the cost of aviation fuel just gone up?”

  A lift of his brow silenced her. “Lock the door,” he repeated.

  “I could have saved time by accepting your first offer six months ago.”

  “When I offered to fuck you? If you don’t want me to…”

  Who was she trying to kid? Rose thought as they stared each other down Once in lust with Dante, always in lust with Dante. She could theorize all she liked about resisting him, but no forbidden fruit had ever tasted as sweet as this.

  “You know I do,” she admitted, cursing the tremor of excitement in her voice.

  “Come here,” he murmured. “Breeches off. Or will I do that for you?”

  She wanted sex. She was a healthy female with no ties to stop her. As Dante settled back in his chair to watch, she smoothed her hands slowly over her buttocks before freeing the button at the top of her zipper. Turning around, she arched her back, flaunting her backside. One good thing had come out of this. Dante had given her a confidence in her body she’d never felt before.

  “Not yet.” She shook her head when he beckoned her toward him. She had decided to torture him as he so obviously enjoyed torturing her. After removing her shirt and bra, she cupped her breasts, holding them out like a gift. Dante took a sharp breath in. Encouraged, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them. Stepping out of them, she stood in front of him completely naked. Her turn to raise a brow.

  “Straddle me,” he commanded softly.

  Coming around to his side of the desk, she held on to the back of his chair and arranged a leg either side of him. If he could be distant, so could she. She had no intention of laying her heart on the floor for Dante Formosa to stamp on. This was an exercise in pleasure and nothing more—for both of them. He pressed her legs wider still. She guessed he liked to see her that way. Looking down, she knew why. He was so big, and she seemed so tiny by comparison. He would possess every inch of her, utterly and completely when she lowered herself down. She did so slowly and carefully, astonished as always at the way he stretched her. Was it even possible to take him to the hilt?

  “That’s right,” he encouraged in a lazy drawl. “Work your way down slowly.” Cupping her buttocks in his big, rough hands, he worked his hips until he was firmly lodged to the hilt. “Good?”

  “Oh yes,” she gasped when he flexed inside her.

  “Ride me,” he commanded.

  She did so, firmly and rhythmically, and only moments later screamed out her release.

  When she quieted and was resting against him as she recovered, she asked, “How much fuel does that get me?”

  She was rewarded with a smart slap across the buttocks. She came immediately, and enjoyed the most violent release yet.

  His tu
rn now, she guessed as he ripped a foil. “What if I can’t take any more?”

  “Gaze at the ceiling and think of England—or Ireland, in your case.”

  “You’re all heart.”

  “And cock. Which is why you’re here.”

  Rose only wished she could argue, but however much she wanted this…thing with Dante to be more, she knew that was asking the impossible.

  But if this was all it could ever be, she’d take it. So much for pride, she concluded with a cry of excitement as Dante took her again.

  ~~o0o~~

  “The jet will leave at noon tomorrow,” he told Rose a good time later when they were straightening their clothes.

  “I’ll be there. I can’t thank you enough—”

  “Don’t thank me. You honored your side of the bargain. I’ll honor mine.” He knew how cold that sounded, but it was the truth. His emotional bank was dry. He couldn’t pretend otherwise. She was better off without him. But as the blood drained from her face, and hurt replaced her brief elation at the thought of returning home to help her father, he did feel something.

  “Don’t you care what people think of you?” she asked at the door.

  He shrugged. “Should I?” He hardened himself to the tears in her eyes.

  “Why are you like this, Dante?”

  “Like what? Just do as I ask. Be ready to leave for the airstrip after breakfast. Miguel will take you. Good luck in Ireland.”

  She paused with her back turned to him. “Thank you again.”

  “Stay safe,” he added fiercely.

  ~~o0o~~

  Dante’s big jet landed on his private airstrip in Ireland. Was there anything this man didn’t own? She still wasn’t over him not coming with her—his loss. Hers too, Rose grudgingly admitted as she impatiently dashed away tears. When would Rose Delaney get it through her thick skull that Dante Formosa wasn’t capable of normal human feelings, while she, Rose Delaney, headstrong Celt, was overburdened with them?

  But it was good to be home, Rose conceded as the jet touched down with barely a bump. When it taxied to a halt, it surprised her to see a deluxe horse transporter waiting on the tarmac. When the engines were switched off, the cabin attendant handed over a set of keys and explained that the vehicle was for Rose’s use. “And I have a message for you from Senor Formosa,” he added.