Wicked Paradise: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Tia Lewis

  Up and down I squeezed him—held his throbbing length. My mouth watered at the thought of it, my pussy gushing more juices now onto Dustin’s fingers. He pressed two fingertips to my slit for a moment and then ran them up to my clit. Feeling his fingers lightly rubbing up and down my wetness made me squirm, my legs trying to close over his head. He groaned quietly, my hand stroking him as his fingers pressed against me harder.

  The sensations hit me harder than anything I’d felt before. I desperately strived to make him feel the same way I did. “Mmm… Fuck…” I growled. My wet panties ground against my clit—forced by his pointer finger. Let’s see how you like this… The slow strokes gradually grew faster, my hand adding a slight twist as I neared the head. At the apex, I’d pause for a moment to massage the head with my thumb.

  “Nngghh…” I heard Dustin groan, his hips bucking into me. Finally. I grinned, enjoying my victory for the few seconds it lasted. He made it harder for me to focus on him as strong waves washed over me from his tentative finger strokes along my womanhood. I bit down on my lip to hold back more moans. I can’t let him have it so easily… My plan was quickly cut short as Dustin ripped my panties off and tossed them to the side.

  I reared my legs up as if I could keep him from seeing, but with two fingers on my sex and his eyes on me, he grinned widely. “And here I was thinking you were innocent… Thinking you were naïve, Bianca.”

  His words snaked their way into my ears, and I flinched at them, closing my eyes to avoid his gaze. “You’d be surprised what you can learn online,” I muttered. Warmth spread across my face—I was blushing already. He reached up to me, a hand at the side of my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. I refused to watch him, but I could feel him on my sex, his fingers gathering up my juices.

  “I can feel how fucking wet you are… You’re dripping for me. Tell me how much you want me, Bianca.”

  “Ahh… Ahh, fuck…” I moaned aloud, my legs spreading wide once again.

  Two fingers stroked up my labia, coating my hot lips with my juices. They only stopped occasionally at my swollen clit. Them pressing against the pink nub, sending even stronger waves of pleasure all throughout my body. It never felt like this when I touched myself.

  He took me by the hips again but repositioned himself as he slid me into him. His cock fell from my hand—now rubbing up against my bare pussy. I looked up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to expect. Two fingers walked up to my patch of pubic hair, his eyes trailing upward with him until our eyes met again.

  “Hah…” he breathed, his tongue licking his lips.

  “Dustin, I…” I started to say, but I couldn’t finish.

  He lunged forward, his hardness grinding against me. With his lips pressed up against my ear, he growled, “Tell me.”

  “I… I…” The words kept getting stuck in my throat, but I forced them out. “I want you, Dustin.”

  “How much?” he asked, leaning back to look into my eyes, watching for my response.

  “I fucking…need you…” I said as I reached down between us, my hand grasping him at the base, trying to align his tip with my entrance. “Right here. I need you right here.”

  Dustin held my gaze for a short while, his eyes unflinching. He throbbed between us, his hips lightly bucking his tip into me. “So this is what you want, right?” he asked in a deep, husky voice. He hovered over me, looking down at me with eyes glazed with lust.

  “I do…” I replied weakly, unable to resist him any longer. “Fuck me… Please.”

  “Well, if you…insist.”

  My eyes shot open as he suddenly thrust into me, managing to get the head in. I gasped, reaching out for the covers that I clutched in my hands. “F-fuck, you’re so big!”

  “Just breathe, baby… I’ll get it in. I always do…” he growled, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against mine.

  He kissed me once on the lips and then moved down to the side of my neck, his teeth lightly grazing me as he thrust the rest of himself in. I tried to relax, but the slight mixture of pain and pleasure was already becoming an overwhelming sensation. The sheets weren’t enough for me, so I wrapped my arms around Dustin’s body, my nails digging into his skin.

  “Ahhh, fuck!” he cried out, arching his back as he continued to thrust. When our hips finally met he looked down at me with eyes full of hunger. “Hope you’re ready.”

  I wriggled and squirmed beneath, my mouth unable to close for long before a moan or gasp of pleasure took me. He thrust in and out of me wildly without the slightest attempt to slow down. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room following his harsh groans and grunts.

  “Oh, Dustin! Oh, God! Fuck… Harder!” The words came from my mouth, but I couldn’t believe I was saying them. Euphoria had taken me in full, and I lost myself in the lust, his thick cock pounding my gushing pussy driving me further down.

  Dustin raised me up a little only to get a handful of my ass and give it a firm smack. The burst of light pain made me whimper in response, but that didn’t satisfy him. He went for it again and again. Thrust, smack.

  “Oh, fuck, Dustin! I can’t take anymore!” I cried out, the sting growing unbearable. His hand froze in motion, and I fell back onto the bed, my arms and legs sprawling out. He held my legs up and over his shoulders as he thrust into me, getting his entirety in and out of me with every thrust.

  “You miss it yet, babe?” he asked me with a slight grin.

  The sting on my ass was still there, but it wasn’t as strong. Despite myself, I started to miss his addition. I started to miss the slight pain he added with his hand. He wasn’t even hitting me that hard… Maybe I could ask him to do it again?

  I didn’t have long to dwell on the thought. The waves of pleasure were building, making me moan louder—moan for him. My entire body was wrought with sensations. Dustin earned every quiver and every jolt he sent throughout my system. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax.

  Is my client really about to make me come? Is this really happening? Yes. God, yes! I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure take me. “Fuck, Dustin, I’m…!” It happened all at once.

  Time seemed to slow as my climax hit me. I raised up, my arms reaching out to Dustin again, latching onto him as I cried out. “Ahhhh! Dustin, yes! Oh, fuck!” I couldn’t hear myself despite being the one to say it, the pleasure rendering me unable to think as clearly as I normally would.

  My walls clamped down around Dustin’s cock, squeezing and milking it as warm juices rushed past, spilling out past his base. Dustin grasped the sheets tightly, his stance definite as he thrust into me powerfully a few last times. “Hnnggg…! A-Ahhh…! Y-yes…!” he groaned beneath his breath as one shot filled me and then another until I was overflowing. I could feel the fullness, but it only lasted seconds before it started leaking out.

  Dustin slowly pulled out of me, and the combination of my juices and his seed spilled out onto the sheets. He fell onto me, and I held him, the both of us panting hard and enjoying the afterglow. “Mm…” I hummed, stroking his arm softly. “That was… That…” I could hardly speak, the breaths not allowing me.

  “Perfect,” Dustin finished for me, running his fingers through my hair. “Absolutely divine.”

  Bianca

  “Are you sure you want to do this, ma’am?” asked the limo driver as I opened the backseat door and climbed in.

  “I’m positive,” I replied with a quiet sigh. As the limo pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, I closed my eyes, trying to lean back into the seat cushion. Damn, what a night…

  Thinking back to the night before brought so many conflicting feelings. At first, it was a rush and exciting, but at the end, it always left me feeling a little empty. Should I have stayed? I wondered as I propped my chin up on my hand, staring out the window.

  After I’d gotten the records arranged in my digital files and gathered up all my things, I made the decision to leave Dustin while he was asleep. It was true, however
, what he said about the house in the daytime. Before I snuck out, I had another short tour around the house.

  I saw all the floral plants, bright and inviting sunlight streaming in from all the windows and the vibrant paint that changed in every room. It was a shame that I knew I couldn’t stay. Regardless of what Dustin thought about the hotel, I knew I was better off there. We’d gone too far together—we’d crossed a fatal line, but I didn’t have the willpower to stop it.

  Not that I’d want to.

  Dammit. I bit down on my bottom lip, lost between my integrity and the bliss of it all. Deep down, I knew that I shouldn’t love it as much as I did. A legal intern of my standard never should’ve let things slip so far below a business level. God damn you, Dustin.

  As much as I wanted to blame him, the memory played out favoring him. The heat and the passion had a lasting effect on me. Slight soreness aside, I could see myself looking back on it fondly again, but moments later guilt would find a way in to wash away the smile Dustin had put on my face.

  “We’re here, Ms. Reed,” the limo driver called to me.

  “Ah, thank you.”

  Once I was back in the hotel room, my stomach started growling. I set my luggage aside by the bed and checked for another card before picking up the phone line. Hmm. No cards today, I guess. With a shrug, I ordered room service, picking out the best-looking breakfast I could see on the menu.

  Not long after I ordered it, there were a few knocks on the door. “Come in,” I chimed.

  A short woman with a platter walked in and set down my meal on the small table in the middle of the seats across from my bed. I thanked her and sat down, preparing to eat my waffles and forget about my worries. What could Dustin be eating right now? I was really looking forward to that omelet… Maybe I can catch him again some other time and…

  I shook my head to clear my thoughts. No, no. I need to keep my distance. Business, business. I cut into a waffle and stuffed it into my mouth, the fluffy, sweet texture and taste filling my mouth. “Damn, that’s pretty good…”

  Short bursts of buzzing in my pocket caught my attention. I rolled my eyes and said, “Man, I wonder who that is…” I fished around for my phone in my pocket until I finally pulled it out. Hitting the green button, I brought it up to my ear.

  “Hello, Reed,” said the voice on the other end.

  “Hello, sir. Why the ring?”

  “Just checking on how things are going in Brazil. Have you been finding much information surrounding Mr. Baldwin?”

  “Actually, sir, I have! It’s been going pretty great. I worked up most of the case, so when it’s time to present I can…”

  “Sorry, Bianca, but it seems there’s been a break in the case.”

  I paused for a moment. “Can you…say that again…?”

  He sighed heavily on the other end. “I’m glad you didn’t finish completely because with this new breakthrough it might be an open and shut case for the prosecution, which is where we got this from in the first place.”

  “Sir, what is it?”

  He hesitated before replying. “It’s…not pretty. The fact of the matter is there’s a lot of evidence pointing to Mr. Baldwin being guilty. If you somehow managed to defend him despite that, then you’ve got more courage than anyone else in the firm.”

  “I see….” Great, I’ve fallen for a criminal… No, there’s still a chance he’s telling the truth. If last night meant anything then he’d tell me now, wouldn’t he?

  “I’ll email you the necessary information, and you can have a look over everything at your discretion. You can do whatever you wish after you’ve read through it all.”

  “Understood, sir. Thank you. I’ll give it a look this afternoon.”

  “I’m looking forward to hearing about your findings. Good luck, Bianca.”

  He hung up, and so did I.

  “Ugh…” I groaned, putting my phone back into my pocket. “Why does everything always have to fall apart around me?” I slumped in my seat, the sweetness in my mouth now tasting a tad bitterer.

  What can I even do at this point? We’ve gone past the point of no return. It’s all my fault. I let him take me to another party. I let him make love to me there. I let him do everything he wanted, and I just couldn’t say no to him.

  I sighed heavily and leaned back, resting my head on my folded arms behind my head. If it’s really that bad, then I guess the flight back to New York will fix everything anyway.

  From the corner of my eye, I caught something yellow sticking out from under my tray. Curious as to what it was, I pulled it out. The front had what looked to be an insignia of a goat stamped on the front while on the back was a dagger. “What the fuck…?” I asked myself, baffled by the imagery.

  I set the card down. “Maybe it’s a Brazilian thing. I’ll look it up later when I’m checking my emails. But maybe I should take a break first…”

  Bianca

  The beach seemed like the perfect place to go to clear my head. Its inviting sand, sea, and sky were too alluring for me to pass up. I spent a day at one of the local beaches nearby to my hotel. The brochure that pointed the beach out to me boasted about the tourist friendly atmosphere and top of the line service from the bar. Worth a try, I recalled thinking to myself.

  Back in New York, it was rare that I got an opportunity to work on any sort of authentic tan. There were a few women at the firm that tried to do so at parks, but it wasn’t quite the same. At the beach here, I could feel my worries melting away as the sun lightly sizzled my skin. Although, I was oddly surprised that I didn’t see Dustin approach me from the corner of my eye.

  Even though I wanted to escape him, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dustin the entire time I stayed at the beach. His charismatic smile and smooth voice. The confidence and the way he asserted himself over me and others. Anyone could understand why a girl might be attracted to him, but as the hours went by I came to realize that I didn’t need him as much as I thought I did.

  Having some time away from Dustin brought me back to reality. Sitting in the sun allowed me to think about all that’d happened. How could I have fallen for some criminal? I wondered bitterly.

  After reading through my emails and the new information, I knew that I couldn’t go through with the case as I normally would anymore. Nothing about the case looked as though I could help win it anymore. There was too much evidence—there were too many signs that aligned perfectly with the records I’d studied before the party the other night. I wasn’t sure whether to write for or against him at this point, but the decision pulled at my heart painfully.

  It was a conscious decision to keep business and lust separate and yet, I still found myself wanting him. I wanted to give him another chance—to talk to him if I could. If he could tell me everything surrounding the case without going silent once, then I’d be able to trust his word with no issue. The only issue I’d have to deal with would be my insatiable feelings for him, but I could buckle down on myself and force them deep down inside of myself.

  If the facts were true as I pictured them, then Dustin was far from innocent. The boss wasn’t kidding when he said money laundering was just the start of things to come. A crime linked to a much bigger circuit—a criminal underground hidden away from everyone else. He wasn’t the unlucky guy I thought he was. Dustin was a powerful, dangerous man that I shouldn’t have gotten so close to.

  But wasn’t that what I liked about him? That feeling of danger that defied all my senses and sensibilities. Willfully disobeying them gave me a rush I couldn’t describe. I caught myself biting my lip again, but promptly stopped to calm myself down.

  When I finally left the beach, I made sure to set my main focus on work and work alone. I sat at the laptop for ages typing away at my reports in between bouts of researching the case further. The combination of Dustin’s records and the new evidence helped me get the best possible understanding of everything. There was no way I could deny his guilt to a judge and jury, so I worked in the
opposite direction that I normally would’ve.

  Instead of building a case around defending Dustin, I decided to go against him. It went against what I knew as a legal intern—after all, he hired my firm to defend him, but in my heart, I felt that it was the right thing to do. Even my disposition for the prosecution didn’t deter me from the idea. It really is the right thing, I kept telling myself again and again. Every time doubt would creep into my thoughts, I quickly quieted it by remembering a time when Dustin would deliberately keep something from me.

  I never even got to talk to his colleagues at that party, I thought to myself as I shook my head in disappointment. How could I let him slip past me so easily? Now I have an even bigger mess to clean up. In the back of my mind, I had a distant worry that somehow Dustin was documenting me as much as I was documenting him. If the jury knew about our relationship—knew we went out together on lackluster “dates” and he took my virginity, things might turn out differently. They’d blame “woman’s scorn” for the reasoning of the case instead of the facts leading to his arrest.

  Paranoia set in the idea that he’d been recording me or somehow had recorded our night at the party. To a man like him, it wouldn’t be something beyond him, but I soon realized that I was just projecting something onto myself that I’d done to him. Being a legal intern of such high status, I was expected to have a small device on my person to record whatever may be useful to me.

  I pulled out my recorder from my pocket and searched for the last logs that I’d gotten from him. The night I had to go to his vacation home started with dinner. It was a long dinner filled with every question I could imagine. At the end of the night, I’d forgotten that I was recording, so when I got to his house, I tossed the recorder aside without listening to it.