Tangled: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle of Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Royalty)

by Lakes, Krista

  Now Shane liked to think he’d changed – for the better. And this beautiful, brown-eyed goddess had a lot to do with it. There was so much positive energy spilling out from her and he felt her goodness even beneath her vivacious shell. That one time in the entertainment room where she’d pulled him close to dance with him had been the moment he’d fallen head over heels. He’d always known he’d desired her but it took only that moment to realize he wanted to spend forever with this woman.

  And if he was lucky, forever would start tonight.

  ****

  The glide of tongue over her pussy sent shock wave after shock wave through Angela. If she’d ever felt such pleasure, then it must have only been in her dreams. As the speed of the strokes of Shane’s tongue brushing up and down her cunt increased, so did the volume of her cries.

  Ecstasy so intense it was beyond imagination consumed her as she writhed beneath his oral foray of her deepest secrets. Her panties had long been shredded off, and now her thighs were pushed as far apart as they could go. Shane had lifted his hands to her heavy breasts bouncing on her chest as she squirmed, cupping them in his large palms and tweaking her nipples with his fingers while he lapped and sucked at her sex.

  She had no clue how he did what he did to her. Every single caress and flick from his fingers or tongue sent her into spasms of pleasure. She remembered how skilfully he’d touched her earlier, when she’d been bent above him. His hand could have easily brought her to climax in minutes. And now his tongue was guilty of being able to perform the same feat.

  But Shane never let her get that dangerously close, keeping her just on the knife’s edge of her climax. He took greater liberties with her body than any man she’d ever been with. He tongue-fucked her inner walls and smothered his face in her sex. The wet mass of womanhood between her thighs began to pulse with aroused nerves, the scent of her pleasure heavy in the air. Shane groaned tortuously against her mound, before his hand released one breast and stroked down her belly to suddenly twist his middle finger right into her slit.

  “Shane!” Angela cried out, half sobbing as her ravenous lover sucked and licked around her clit while his finger plunged relentlessly in and out of her pussy. He lapped up every drop she spilled from her gleaming folds, fucking her depths with that one finger and bringing stars to the back of her vision.

  Angela’s eyes fluttered closed and her spine arched in an almost perfect curve, leaving just her shoulders and lower half still on the bed. Juice flowed from her in a slow pulsing gush, making Shane’s mouth and cheeks glisten with the sheen of her passion. If she produced so much moisture now, Angela could only guess that when she orgasmed she’d be like a water gun, letting out skeet after skeet of cum thanks to Shane’s persistent and expert feasting of her pussy. Time and again Angela heard him pull out his finger and sniff at her sex, breathing in her arousal with deep enjoyment before diving into her opening again, as if spurred by her aroma to eat out her pussy with renewed, wild abandon.

  And when he introduced not one but two fingers in addition to his probing tongue, Angela shook and bucked into him. She let out a high-pitched cry and made a grab for his hair, yanking hard before she came to her senses.

  “Shane! Oh God...sorry,” she apologized on a pant, “But you’re killing me right now.”

  “Then go wild Angela. I don’t mind,” he rasped over the nub of her aroused pink clit. “Grab hold of any piece of me you like.”

  Angela sobbed with a laugh, if that was possible. Sensually, she glided her hips beneath his mouth, sifting her fingers through his silky black hair and watching his face disappear once more in the crest of her thighs. Hot damn he could eat pussy. Like no man ever had. She hadn’t even known her vagina could feel such pleasure just from the skilful manipulations of a lover’s tongue and fingers. But she sensed that Shane applied more than just practiced effort; he really loved the taste of her pussy, loved to hear her scream his name with ecstasy. Where the hell had a man like this been all her life?

  Now he was doing that thing with his fingers curved in a come-hither motion inside her walls which had an instantaneous effect on her whole body. He’d found her g-spot so unerringly that her pussy clenched up, her belly dropping as if from a sheer height while her breathy gasps switched to heavy moans of bliss. His entire hand began to move in a rough, spearing movement that sent him delving deeper and wiggling faster.

  Angela had to will her mind to keep her body from coming, because the gigantic balloon in her belly had almost expanded beyond containment. A few more jabs and she’d have come undone around those plundering fingers. She was lost in passion’s jungle and could no longer hold herself in the balance. Only then, just at the peak of her enchantment, did he finally retract his fingers from her cunt, giving her pussy one last wet kiss before he lifted his body over her and transplanted that same savory kiss to her lips.

  “Oh, Shane. That was incredible.” Even as she said it she knew it was an understatement. The taste of her pussy on their meshed tongues told her how intense her pleasure had been. And only one thing on earth could top a feeling like that.

  “Want more?” he teased, guiding her hand down his ripped torso to close around his cock. Angela moaned, eyes rolling upwards into her skull.

  “Dear heavens, yes. If more means this big fat cock sliding to the very depths of my pussy, then hell yes.”

  She tugged firmly on his shaft and let him know she didn’t mind him staying well in control. Reading her signals perfectly, he pulled her down beneath him, spreading her legs wide open so that her knees were bent and her heels rested on the mattress. Shane licked and nibbled on her lips, harsh groans spilling from his throat. The heat from his body was almost scalding as he seemed crazed with lust. His slow build-up of just minutes ago seemed like a distant memory. Now, she was going to get fucked. Angela knew this with a fearsomely sweet certainty.

  Writhing with exultant enthusiasm beneath him, Angela reached down in between their bodies to grab hold of his hard manhood. She gave silent thanks above to all those tests he’d made her undergo before the final signing of the contract. At first she’d been outraged but he’d assured her it was simply a case of covering the bases and not that he took for granted that she’d change her mind about sleeping with him. She’d also insisted he give her proof he was also with a clean bill of health, which he did. All that had seemed more like a power tussle which she forgot all about soon after. Now it gave her the impetus to guide him to her opening which was soaking wet from Shane’s extended pleasuring. He had to be as hungry to conclude this as she was. So why did he pause instead of pushing his way into her?

  His arms were braced on either side of her, the muscles standing out in each bicep while his face was taut with equal tension. “Angela, are you sure about this? I could get condoms...”

  “No. We’re both clean, right?” she breathed, gazing up into his sweltering grey eyes. “And I’m on the Pill. I want this, Shane.”

  “You don’t have a fucking clue what that means to me right now,” Shane groaned, rocking his tip against her folds and making them both catch their breath.

  “I know exactly how you feel, because I feel the same way,” Angela said deeply, holding his head in her hands. “Fuck me, Shane. Hard. Just fuck me.”

  Shane’s head nuzzled at her throat, the sound of his growl muffled as he strove for control. Moments later, he straightened on his knees and dragged her hips forward to rest half atop his thighs. Angela could prop herself up and watch as his cock began to slowly disappear into her pussy. The sight almost made her erupt then and there. The blend of light and dark was mesmerizing and she saw that Shane couldn’t tear his eyes away either. It was erotic, sensual and enticing. Angela’s mind popped and reeled, symbols of bliss forming within her subconscious as her lover filled her to the brim with the biggest cock she’d ever had.

  The pleasure of Shane settling fully inside her was intense enough to make her sob with delight. Her walls had never felt so stretched or s
tuffed. Curving her body forward so their lips were level, Angela grabbed the back of his head for balance as she helplessly merged their lips with a kiss. She needed that extra connection to keep her from losing it too soon.

  She shouldn’t have bothered. They were too far gone. They’d wanted this too damned much for too damned long. Shane began to give her exactly what she’d demanded: he fucked her. Not just hard and fast, but deep and hot. Angela was lost in between crying out, whimpering, screaming and sobbing as she found her hips pumping up in time with his powerful thrusts inside her walls. No other thought seemed paramount but their release; all inhibitions were lost as they crashed through the maze of their mutual wantonness.

  There was no way they could outlast it. Not at this pace. Angela had no sense of place or time, but it couldn’t have been five minutes of forceful thrusting before she called out her impending orgasm, coming loudly all around him.

  To her delight, Shane went instantly rigid, letting out a shout as he unloaded wads of cum inside her while her spasming pussy still went on contracting, milking him dry.

  Angela had never had an orgasm hit her so hard it wrung every last breath from her. Her breasts heaved as her whole frame shook, her pussy throbbing from the far-reaching stimulation his masterful strokes and immense cock had given her. She fell back, limp; while Shane remained at half-mast yet still deliciously encased within her.

  It took several moments for him to get his breath back, his elbows planked on either side of her, holding most of his weight off her body. He rested his temple against hers, his chest heaving raggedly.

  “That’s going to improve,” he whispered, darkened eyes now scanning her face.

  Angela stared at him wondrously. “Trust me, there’s nothing to improve. Holy shit, Shane. I’ve never felt like that. I don’t think that will be so easy to top,” she breathed with more than a little awe.

  Shane gave her a small smirk and she gasped inaudibly, sensing the thickening of his shaft deep inside her as he growled, “That’s what you think....”

  Chapter Twelve

  Two months later...

  How had Angela managed to be so blind?

  He hadn’t needed a mindreader to tell him why she’d walked away. He’d been devastated when he’d woken up that morning and she was gone, after the best night of his life. After Angela had given herself to him, he’d been so sure he had it all worked out. That like him, she felt it; that electric surge between them that was like a force of nature. Something too powerful and precious to deny or cast aside.

  It pained and tormented him each day since then to find out he’d been wrong.

  Hating himself for his weakness even as he succumbed to it, Shane slowly pulled out something from his locked drawer. The latest file on Angela, gathered by the investigator he’d hired. Every new picture of her showed her even more beautiful and alluring than the last. His heart pounded and then tightened with emotions he couldn’t define as he stared at her smiling as she walked into a studio accompanied by one of her co-actors. She’d been all over the news lately after landing the lead role in a major crime series. Critics were praising producers for taking the risk as well as commending Angela Neil for giving an impressive performance at the auditions.

  Shane was happy for her. That her fairy tale was coming true. He’d always wished he could give her the world and now she had the world at her feet. She wouldn’t need him. Probably already forgotten, happily so, that he’d ever existed. But for him, she was never far from his thoughts; his dreams.

  Angela had struck his heart in so many ways. She’d never acted turned off by his face. He thought money could buy him anything. But Angela showed him she was different. She’d chosen to face the uncertain world of chasing her acting career, then spending a few more months with him at whatever price he wanted to think up. Shane had intended to make it one generous enough to make her find it impossible to refuse. But she’d never given him the chance to make an offer and deep down, he guessed she’d never have agreed to it anyway. She couldn’t be bought at any price.

  He wanted her back. With all his soul and mind. However, she’d obviously moved on and he had no right hoping that somehow, she’d find her way back to him.

  And yet...maybe he didn’t have to wait and hope. He wasn’t going to keep staring into the horizon wishing and wondering. He’d been scarred by rejection too many times since the attack. But this time, here was something worth fighting for.

  He could win her back. He knew it. All he needed to do was become a man she’d be proud to be with.

  Grabbing his cellphone, he quickly punched in a number.

  “Chandler. It’s Shane.”

  “Hey buddy,” his friend answered, still groggy from sleep. “Kind of early on a Sunday morning to be calling, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll cut to the chase. How is my car? Is she tuned up?”

  “Hell yeah, buddy! You know I keep her in tip-top shape. Why? You thinking about taking her for a spin?”

  “Can you load her up and bring her to the track? Say in an hour? I’ve already made some calls and reserved the track time.”

  “Hot damn! You bet your sweet Jesus I can! Beverly, wake up and get dressed,” Shane heard him say to his still sleeping wife. “Shane wants to drive! Holy shit! This is the best news I’ve heard in forever. See you in an hour, buddy.”

  ****

  Angela had done everything she was supposed to do to get her break in the film industry. She’d managed to land a dependable agent, and she’d built up a composite as well as her resume of acting classes plus all those plays during high school and college. She’d always wanted to do this; it had been either acting or modeling. But since her love for the stage had been far more attractive, she’d focused on being the best actor she could be.

  Angela had tried to avoid going the predictable route such as focusing on finding roles in soap operas or poorly made horror movies.That feature film had looked like a way to open doors for her. But ever since she’d committed the blunder of dating her producer she’d needed to step back and recoup.

  Megan, her agent had done a great job of securing Angela as many interviews for parts as she could. Aside from the one episode of getting Angela involved with Shane Davis, everything had been going along fine.

  But that was in the past now. How long had it been again? Two months? She’d numbed herself to the agony of watching the days crawl by after that last, unforgettable night. She still woke up in the middle of the night, bathed in sweat and her panties soaked in memory of Shane’s indefatigable passion. The rush...the mesmeric high he gave her with each passing orgasm. As for those, she’d long lost count how many she’d received at his hands, his lips – and at the end of his cock.

  How she’d managed to walk away she’d never cease to wonder. He’d said he only wanted, needed one night so she knew what was coming in the morning. She’d fled while he was still sleeping. The one thing she couldn’t bear was him telling her goodbye before sending her on her merry way.

  She’d thrown herself into work to survive. Though she wasn’t the superstar celeb actress she’d dreamed she’d be at this stage she couldn’t help but count her blessings. She still had friends in the business who never got anything more than a walk-through in the background of local commercials. She was lucky to never have had to go through that.

  To keep herself busy, Angela had done as much networking as she could squeeze in. Only last week she’d attended an actor’s guild event where she’d met Kirk Stone who was well known for going all over the country scouting for major studios based out west. He had a couple of auditions lined up there in LA, where Angela had moved for the next few months.

  He suggested that her agent call him to fix her up for the auditions. “There’ll be a full production set with video equipment and a handful of other actors alongside so that we can do a few screen tests. I think you’ll be perfect for the part.”

  His green eyes had raked over her w
ith more than mild appreciation. Angela had felt surprised to note the interest in his demeanor. He was very good looking, with only slightly receding wavy blond hair tied back in a ponytail.

  She didn’t know what to say when he invited her out to dinner with him sometime that week.

  “It’ll give us more time to discuss the upcoming role and everything entailed in getting it. From where I’m standing right now, I can say your chances of landing the part are all but foolproof.”

  Yes, but at what price, Angela wondered shrewdly, recognizing the game for what it was. “My agent will love to call you. I just finished auditioning for a crime series so I’m happy for more opportunities. And as for the dinner...I’ll let you know soon.”

  But Angela knew her answer would be ‘no’. Kirk was very good looking and influential, but she didn’t roll like that. She’d vowed from the start not to sleep her way into anything. If she wanted to take a man to bed it would be on her terms and not with an incentive attached.

  Angela was used to the pressure from men in the industry: even from other actors. Especially those traditional Hollywood types; tall, handsome. Promising to get her that one step ahead. Angela wasn’t about that life.

  Angela had a lot in her history she already wasn’t proud of. She didn’t want to add any more to it. As she turned away from Kirk’s good-natured yet disappointed smile, she walked away with a polite nod and smile of her own. With her drink in hand she eased herself into the crowd of guests, once again feeling the dreariness that crept up to her in times she least expected. Even with a roomful of people, she still felt gloomy and alone. She didn’t want to think of him. Wonder what he was doing. Who he was with now. Definitely someone more suited to his social circles and standing. Yeah. She wished him luck with that.

  Actually, no, she didn’t. She wished him the best in life because he deserved it. She hoped he found someone who loved him, really hard. And who would stand up for him and fight for what she knew in her heart was a future that was theirs. All the things Angela had not had the courage to do...