Beg Me: A Billionaire Syndicate Romance
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I grab her hand and pull her close.
“You coming with me?” I ask.
She glances at Dasha who smiles.
“I’ve got nowhere else to go, but home,” she whispers.
I wink and wait for her to buckle up. “See you, Dasha,” I say, leaning out the window.
She waves, and we’re driving against time.
It’s not long before she says, “Pull over.”
I assume she’s sick or something, even though she’s acting completely normal. “Pull over?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she tells me. “Just turn into this area here.”
In front of us is a turnoff, into a woodsy and secluded area.
“Put the car in park and turn the car off,” she says. “I want you to fuck me against this leather.”
I do exactly what she says, feeling my cock rise against the zipper of my pants.
She practically pounces on me, folding the car seat back. She straddles my waist and quickly unbuckles my belt.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I say.
I slide my hand up her dress. She looks so beautiful with it on, but she’ll look even better with it off.
I rip at the seams and notice she’s not wearing any underwear. I feel her warm sex with my palm.
She’s so ready for me. Moist and trembling. I don’t think I’ve ever felt her this wet before.
She leans against my steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn. We don’t give a shit. We’re kissing in a frenzy, feeling each other’s bodies sliding against one another.
My hard cock slips against her lips. We’re both teased by the sensation. It’s been an entire day without each other, and I’m ready to admit I’m not sure I can spend another night without this.
The car is filled with steam. She drags her hands across the fogged glass. “Put your cock inside of me,” she moans. “Now.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I mutter, reaching under her and sliding it inside.
We both moan and claw at each other. I grab her tits as I slide in as deep as I can go.
Her body quivers.
My cock aches and pulses.
It doesn’t take long before I flip her over onto her back, thrusting my hips forward.
She holds my ass and forces me in deeper, muscles tensing with each thrust. The entire time she’s whispering into my ear about how she wants me inside her forever.
I’m not sure if there’s a heaven. But if there is, I’m almost positive it’s in this car right now.
Her wet come falls onto the seats, soaking my thighs. She breathes erratically, breath coming out hot against my cheek as her tongue slides against my ear.
I’ve lost myself to her. I can’t come back from this. She’s all I’ve ever wanted and needed.
Fuck, is this what love feels like?
“Come,” she whispers. But I’m not about to lose myself without feeling her quake against me. I reach down to her clit and move my thumb around her hood. Her moans move up an octave.
I look her dead in the eyes and tell her the dirty things she needs to hear. Things that any normal person would think were crazy.
“I want to tie you up and keep you in my closet,” I tell her. “I want to use you for breeding, over and over again.”
“Tell me more,” she moans, feeling my abs push against her soft, sexy stomach.
I smile and kiss her tongue, sliding mine around hers like a venomous snake.
“Every hour, on the hour, I want to come in and fuck you. I want you to be mine, forever. I want to keep you as my hostage.” I say.
Her eyes roll back into her head, and I know she’s lost all control.
She’s coming, and she’s coming hard.
“Rocco!” she screams. “Deeper!”
I feel it too. I’m losing sight and direction. Cars pass us by and I pay no attention to them. They’re just in the peripheral of our heavy lust.
I hold her close to me, kissing her neck and collarbone as I look down at her gorgeous face.
She is true beauty. True sex. True love.
“I love you,” I whisper.
It comes out of nowhere. I don’t know how it happens, and I’m kind of pissed I let that shit slip. Still, it’s been said. I can’t back-peddle.
My balls rise, cock bobbing against her spot. Rushed waves of seed come shooting out of me, so much it starts to spill on the interior.
She pushes herself on top and kisses me.
“Do you mean that?” she asks.
I feel embarrassed. Not because it’s not true, but because it is true. I want to spend my time with this woman who drives me completely out of my mind.
A dumb smirk crosses my face. “Do I mean what?”
She creases her eyes and grabs my cheeks, squeezing.
“Don’t do that,” she mutters. “You know what you said.”
Cars whizz by us as she slowly pushes off me, pouncing back into her seat. I smile and keep silent, putting the car in drive.
No sooner than ten minutes, I’m back at my place.
When we’re in my room, she asks me, “Why are you ignoring my questions?”
I fall against the mattress, smiling and kissing her. “Come on!” she yells, throwing a pillow at me. “Don’t act so stupid.”
“Fine,” I say. “I admit it. I love you. Are you happy?”
A big smile forms across her face. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink.
She nods and jumps onto my body, kissing my cheeks. “You love me? You really love me?” she teases.
“Not if you keep messing with me.”
I flip her onto her back, pushing her wrists down against the mattress.
“There we go. Now you’re under my control,” I say.
“Are you going to tie me up and leave me in your closet for the week?” she asks.
“I was just trying to get you off,” I say. “You’ve got some twisted fantasies in your head, lady.”
“Bullshit,” she says. “You want me as your hostage. You want to do rough, dirty things to me, don’t you?”
“Yes, actually. I do. And I don’t want to stop, for the rest of my life. Is that so wrong?” I ask.
“No,” she whispers. “Because, um… I love you too.”
The way her eyes connect to mine is beautiful. I look at those hazel globes, and they shine right back at me.
I kiss the tops of her eyebrows and feel a new sensation creeping into my chest.
When I breathe the same air she breathes, I feel life entering my lungs.
I’m a new man.
Wow.
I’m a new man, and it feels great.
Madison
I bat my eyes and roll over in my bed.
Wait, a second. This isn’t my bed.
I glance to my side. Rocco rests, mouth open and drooling. Even when he’s this dead tired, he’s sexy as hell.
The events of last night start to trickle in my brain. I remember it all. I remember the puking, the kissing, the fucking, the drinking…
Oh God…
It’s slightly embarrassing to think about. Still, it solidified something, didn’t it? Things are, at least for now, perfect.
I kiss his back and rumple his hair. “Wakey, wakey!”
He groans and falls back to sleep.
“Come on. Time to wake up and make me breakfast,” I sing.
“Time to dream forever,” he groans.
“Nope.”
I jump out of bed, and he rolls over, smiling. “You love me,” he sings right back at me.
“Don’t get so cocky,” I say. “You never know what could happen.”
I wink and walk out to the kitchen, leaving him perplexed.
“Last night was…” His voice trails.
“It was nice,” I tell him, nodding.
“It was more than nice,” he says.
I look at his face, and he’s got this sly smile plastered on, as if he owns the world now that he has me back.
The only problem is Byron. I have no idea what he’s up to, where he is, or what he’s planning. He could be watching us this very second, for all I know.
Rocco interrupts my thoughts when he comes into the kitchen, completely naked and very hard.
“Uh.” I drop the pan I’m holding, as well as the stick of butter. “I thought I’d help you start breakfast.”
“Mmm.” He smiles, sliding his hand across my waist.
From behind, he kisses my neck, hand pushing front back. My ass slides against his cock.
I can feel him growing.
Sex is always on my mind when I’m with him. It’s hard for both of us to control our passions when we feel this connected to each other.
Sure, there are obstacles, but we keep coming back to where we started.
I take a glance at the door to the bathroom nearby. My panties are on the floor. The same cloth I gave him on the night we met.
I grow wet thinking about it.
“How often do you think about me?” I ask him.
He looks over at the panties and smiles. “Every fucking day,” he says, falling to his knees, diving in.
I push up against his tongue and feel light-headed in the best possible way. Morning sex was never something I needed, but with him it’s a necessity.
We fuck three times this morning. He pounds me on the kitchen sink, against the fridge, against the stove. I even ride him in the shower. Our passion is unparalleled.
“I’m not going into work today,” he announces, drying his hair with a towel. “I just want to spend the day with you.”
He glances at himself in the mirror. He sprays one spray of that incredible cologne of his and shaves the stubble off his face.
His stature is confident and proud, and I have to wonder how he’s not already married, or at least taken in some way.
Later, he cooks me brunch. “You’ve never been married?” I ask.
He dips a piece of soft bread into batter and throws it on a pan. The sound of sizzling fills the room, and my nose is hit with an incredible, buttery scent.
I meander forward and kiss his neck.
“Never,” he says. “Not a fan of marriage.”
I raise a brow and bite my lip. “Excuse me?”
“Fuck marriage,” he says, flipping the French toast and cracking a few eggs.
My heart throbs. My stomach sinks. I’m not entirely sure how to react.
He throws some bacon on a separate pan and continues. “Before I met you, that was my philosophy. Now that I’m being hunted by some Syndicate-affiliated, hotel chain owner with a gold tooth, I realize I was foolish. To be honest, I’m surprised no man ever tried to wife you up.”
“Fuck marriage,” I say, grinning.
This time he turns around, dropping the spatula onto the counter.
I continue. “I thought the same. I’d rather fuck and be single than get married and never have my freedom.”
“Good point,” he says, resuming the cooking. “You know, I’ve never been serious with anyone really. There was this one girl, but that was back in my twenties, and it lasted a total of eight months.”
“That’s at the point of becoming serious. What happened?” I ask him, curious.
Did he scare her off? Did he cheat on her? I don’t know why I’m pressing the issue. I should be glad to have this moment with him, but now we’re talking about love.
I want to make sure he really means what he said last night.
“I caught her taking money from my accounts,” he says. “And that wasn’t even the big issue with us. She said I worked too much, but she would go out and buy Versace once a week. That, coupled with the fact that she fucked my best friend and business associate, Daryl, at least three times. I had to break it off. I didn’t believe in love for decades after that.”
Now I get why he used to hate the idea of marriage.
“Wow,” I whisper. “I didn’t realize you’ve felt heartbreak in your life. You’re so put together.”
He turns the stove off and flips the bacon onto some paper towels, allowing the grease to soak off.
“Hasn’t everyone felt heartbreak? We’re all prone to getting hurt once or twice, I think,” he says. He grabs the remaining food and throws it onto two plates. “Voila! Brunch is served.”
He sets the plates down and pours two glasses of orange juice, with coffee on the side.
“You’re right.” I say. “I had a serious boyfriend once. He also cheated on me. I guess that’s pretty normal nowadays.”
He shakes his head before taking a bite. “No excuses. If you tell someone you love them, you better mean it,” he says. He glances at me and reiterates the point. “Sorry, I don’t mean that as a weird threat. I just think this love business is taken for granted nowadays. It’s sad.”
I nod, agreeing with him wholeheartedly. When I take a bite of food, I’m left wondering why anyone woman would want to leave him.
The food is incredible. “This is the best brunch I’ve ever had.”
“Good,” he says. “You better get used to it. I cook every single day.”
Some time passes, and we’re out on his porch, enjoying a mimosa he made with some champagne he had stored in his bar. The sun is warm, shining bright over the city of Detroit.
The city is beautiful from this angle.
“Weird place, isn’t it?” he asks.
“It’s weird, but it’s my favorite place in the world,” I tell him. “Well, maybe not my favorite. But it sure is home.”
“I love it too,” he says. “Those grand buildings downtown… it’s really crazy how so many of them have just been abandoned. I wish I knew what it was like to live here back in the golden era.”
“Me too.”
I exhale, feeling good about where I am right now. He takes my waist and pulls me close.
I wrap my leg around him and kiss him. “I wish I knew you. You know, back when you were younger.”
He laughs loudly, and I realize he’s misinterpreting my words. “You mean back in my golden era?”
“No.” I laugh. “I just wish I could have known you for longer. I want to know what you were like back then. Is that so weird?”
“Nah, it’s not weird at all.” He smiles, tickling his fingers across the back of my neck. “But I doubt you’d like me back then. I was kind of arrogant.”
“You’re kind of arrogant now.” I wink. “Just kidding.”
“Fair enough,” he says. “If I’m arrogant now, I was a hundred times more arrogant then. Remember, I was just getting in to the business. I was sort of ruthless. Anyway, I wish I could have met you back in your golden era.”
“You mean back when I was eighteen?” I laugh. He nods and raises his eyebrows at me, smiling like the cocky bastard he is. “Gross!”
“I’m only kidding,” he says. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something sort of important.”
The mood drops, and I know it’s something more serious. “Okay, sure,” I say, heart speeding up with fear. “Should I be concerned?”
“I’m not sure,” he says. “I just want to know what you think we should do about Byron?”
“Oh God.” My stomach sinks, and when I close my eyes, a darkness start to creep in. “I haven’t even thought about it, other than he could be watching us right now.”
We both instantly look over our shoulders. There aren’t any cars around, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have someone on foot, waiting around.
“You really think he’d do something that insane?” he asks.
“You have no idea what that man is like,” I whisper. “He’ll do anything to get ahead. If he could cover it up, he’d have us both killed right now.”
Rocco stands up and walks to the edge of his backyard. “I wouldn’t let that happen. Besides, the guy is older than I am. What is
he really going to do to me that I couldn’t do with more force and energy?”
“He’s got manpower. It doesn’t matter if he’s forty-five or eighty-five. If he wants something, he’ll get it.”
“Then there’s only one option,” he says.
“And what’s that?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“We fight back,” he says with defiance. “We give him everything we’ve got.”
Rocco
We fight back.
I can already feel the adrenaline creep into my system. “I don’t know,” she says. “I think we should lay low for a while. Just be on our guard, you know?”
“I’m fine with that, until shit hits the fan,” I say. “But once it does, I’m going in with all the force I can muster.”
“Rocco, you’re not a criminal like he is. You’re a businessman. What’re you really going to do to him that he can’t do to you?”
It’s time to really let her know who I was back in my golden era. It’s time to let it all out. I knew this day would come.
“I know what you think, but you have no idea. I grew up on the streets. Remember?”
“That was ages ago. I’m serious. We have to just wait this out. We need a better plan,” she says, full of worry. I’m going to fight him, no matter what. I know it in my heart. I can feel it in my gut. This shit won’t end without a fight.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “We’ll see. For now, I think I can afford to play hooky for a couple of days. Eventually, I’m going to have to face him. You know it in your heart. I know it in mine. I doubt he’s going to agree to a sit-down meeting anytime soon.”
“Just try and settle down,” she says, teasing up my back. “It’s not worth the fight. Trust me.”
“He’s essentially saying we can’t be together. Do you get that?” I ask. “I can’t let him get away with that. I want you too bad.”
“You have me,” she says. “You have my heart.”
“We don’t have each other until he’s out of the picture. Look, I’m sorry for getting worked up. I promise I’ll try to chill. But you did say he has grown increasingly more paranoid, right? He uses drugs?”