Bad for the Billionaires: A Bad Boy Billionaire Bundle

by Penelope Bloom

  Another drop lands on the back of my thigh. I press my legs together, breathing out slowly and focusing on his words, the sensual sound of his voice and the way it washes over me.

  I nearly gasp out loud when his hand slides up the inside of my thigh. The movement is slow, seductive, and has every inch of my skin tingling in response.

  “The pain intensifies the pleasure,” he says, as if in explanation. “Hot and cold. Fire and ice. Your body will try to grow accustomed to the stimulation. If I give you only pleasure, the sensation will lose its intensity. But,” he says softly just as another drop of wax drops against my calf. “Even the slightest pain can reset the dial.” His fingers move against my slit, which is hot and wet for him, throbbing with need.

  His touch is like an explosion. The slightest movement makes me shudder and dig my fingers into the pillows, biting down. “Oh, God,” I gasp.

  Jackson’s strong hands flip me over and press my legs apart. The hood is pulled off my head and I squint against the now-bright light. My vision doesn’t adjust immediately, and his powerful body over mine is hazy and a blur. The light behind him halos his silhouette making him seem like something divine. And as the detail comes back bit by bit, I’m not so sure he isn’t. His skin is temptingly smooth, cut and carved with muscle. There’s not an ounce of fat on him.

  My eyes trace the endless rack of abs and the sharp V of muscle pointing toward his very large, very erect cock.

  I can’t move. I’m not bound or tied to the bed in any way, but I might as well be. His power over me in this moment is so absolute that I couldn’t move if I wanted to. I’m his. I’m at his complete command.

  My muscles tighten when he plants his hands beside my head and lowers himself over me, bending his neck to kiss me tenderly. He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. “Stay with my voice. Focus on it. Be with me, here. Nowhere else. Just here,” he says, kissing my cheek and the side of my neck. “Only here,” he whispers as I feel something press against my opening.

  My heart races. My chest heaves. It’s going to happen. It’s really, finally going to happen. I expected to feel so many things, but the fear and doubt are completely dulled. My entire body tingles like an electric current is flowing through me, and everywhere Jackson touches is a point of perfect, white heat that relaxes me. It’s impossible to be afraid when he’s in control. He’s my dom, and all I need to do is submit to him. It’s so simple, but in the simplicity is a freedom, a perfect release.

  “My voice,” he repeats between kisses. “Focus on it.”

  I do. I listen as he whispers commands in my ear, studying the sound of his words, the deep rumble from his chest and the smooth way the sounds leaves his mouth. When I listen hard enough, I can almost feel it vibrating within me, part of me.

  His cock still sits just against my opening, the only movement his mouth against me.

  “Now,” he says. “Let your body focus where it will.”

  He falls silent and drives his hips forward. It’s a slow, but purposeful movement. There’s a slight pinching at first as my walls have to stretch for him, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. I feel something give with a brief jolt of pain as he pushes deeper, and then it’s only pleasant, unbelievable warmth and fullness. The sensations he ignited in me come flooding back all at once. I throw my head back and my mouth opens in a silent gasp.

  I cum like I’ve never cum before. I convulse in on myself, digging my fingers into his arms to keep anchored, as if I might be washed away with the force of this moment. When I finally manage to fill my lungs, I hear a sound coming from my own mouth I don’t recognize. I can’t stop it though, and I moan shamelessly, working my hips into him, desperate for more friction and more sensation, feeling my core clenching around him.

  I force my eyes open and look into his. He looks down at me with an expression I can only think of as possessive, like he has claimed me and he’s proud to know I’m his. Like he has marked me. I’m surprised to find a pride of my own to be owned by him.

  “I’m sorry,” I say when the last of my orgasm has finally faded.

  He’s still inside me, huge cock pulsing with his heartbeat. I could lay like this for hours, just knowing we’re joined so intimately, savoring in the sensation and the knowledge of his presence.

  “Never be sorry for what just happened,” he says huskily. “You were more perfect than you can ever know.”

  “But I only lasted like two seconds before I…”

  He silences me with a tender kiss, grinning as he pulls back. “Princess, you did exactly what you were supposed to do. Besides, it’s only guys who need to apologize if they cum too fast. If you thought you were only going to have one orgasm tonight, you’re in for a surprise.”

  I raise my eyebrows and then let my head fall back into the pillow. He starts to move himself inside me again, and I realize it’s going to be a long, unbelievable, and unforgettable night.

  16

  Jackson

  I drop Brianne off outside her dorm the next morning, waving as she smiles over her shoulder and steps inside. As I’m getting back in my car, I notice a black SUV with heavily tinted windows slowly pull away from where it’s parked on the side of the road. Something about it gives me a bad feeling. I realize after a second it’s the same SUV that was behind me for most of my drive to Brianne’s campus.

  It could just be a coincidence, but I’m not interested in taking that risk.

  I gun the gas until I’m able to pull in front of the SUV and block the road. I step out of the car, still feeling a faint ache in my back from the accident a few weeks ago. One of the doors to the SUV swings open. I’m walking around to confront them when a man I recognize steps out. One of the businessmen from the Dominican. He’s wearing dark sunglasses. He pulls his hands back to rest them on his hips, splaying his sport coat as he does and flashing a pistol that’s holstered at his side.

  I feel my face twitch in rage. This fucking asshole thinks he can intimidate me?

  I take three long steps toward him until we’re face to face and I’m looking down into his sunglasses at my own reflection.

  “You following me?” I ask through clenched teeth.

  I notice the passenger in the car has a pistol in his hand too. He’s watching me closely as I stand next to the other man.

  “Just taking a tour of the campus,” says the man in front of me.

  “That’s cute,” I say. “Well, the exit is right over there,” I say, pointing to my left. “And if I see you fuckers creeping around here again, you’ll need more than those fucking pea shooters to stop me from ending you.”

  The man smirks. “You a student here?” he asks. “Oh, wait. No, you’re just worried about that tight little ass you just dropped off. What is her room number aga--”

  His voice cuts off when I grip his throat and slam him against the car. The passenger reaches for his seatbelt, but I jab my free hand in his direction. “Move and I’ll end this piece of shit”

  My heart thunders in my chest. Cars are starting to build up on either side of us, but no one seems to want to step out of their car and get involved.

  “You’re making a mistake,” croaks the man I’m choking.

  “Yeah,” I say, yanking him toward me so I can shove him back into the car again to emphasize my point. “You’re right. Because you already know it’d be the last mistake you ever made to fuck with me again. Right?”

  He gives me a dark look. “Something like that.”

  He slides into the car and slams the door shut. He guns the gas and rams the back of my car. There’s a deafening crash as the SUV plows through my smaller sport’s car and leaves a pile of shattered glass in its wake. College students start getting out of their cars now to ask if I’m okay. I sniff derisively as I watch after the SUV.

  A month ago I wouldn’t have cared. I still felt like it was only a matter of time till the universe decided to pay me back for all the pain and death I’ve left in my wake. My adoptive fa
ther, Karen, and all the women I’ve used and tossed aside in my never-ending attempt to forget the past. I would’ve opened my arms wide and welcomed the bullet these Dominicans probably want to put in my chest. But that was before Brianne.

  Now, I can’t lose my Princess. And I sure as hell can’t risk this mess involving her somehow. I don’t know if she could handle knowing about this. Not right now, at least. Besides, what good would telling her do? It would just make her worry. It would add to her stress. Telling her would be selfish, just a way for me to unburden myself.

  “You okay, man?” asks a student with dreadlocks.

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  “Oh my God,” says a girl dressed like she’s on her way to a track meet. “Your beautiful car. I’m so sorry.”

  I wave it off. “Fuck it. It’s just a car.”

  I leave behind the growing crowd of students who want to gawk at the destruction and call for a driver to come pick me up. I call Hunter next and ask him to meet me at the golfing range.

  Hunter’s wearing a white polo and slacks. He looks perfectly in place among the country club snobs waltzing around the multi-level golfing range. It’s a huge, boomerang shaped building six stories high with hundreds of tees set up. There’s a net four hundred yards out surrounding the entire green below to keep the golf balls contained. The constant clink of drivers against plastic balls and muted conversation creates a feeling of privacy, even while surrounded by people.

  I’m sweating and have stripped off my jacket and undone a very un-classy number of buttons on my shirt. But fuck it. I don’t know if I ever really cared too strongly for appearances, and I sure as hell don’t now.

  “You look like shit,” says Hunter.

  “Yeah, at least I only look like shit when I’ve been through hell. You wake up that way.”

  He chuckles. “Very funny. Mind explaining what was so urgent you had to drag me away from work to meet you?”

  “The Dominicans followed me. They watched me drop off Brianne. I thought something was up, so I confronted them and, well, I got the impression they haven’t forgiven my unsound financial advice.”

  “No shit,” says Hunter. “What are you going to do, though?”

  I shrug. My impulse is to say the same thing I said back in the hospital after the accident. Take care of it. But now I’m not so sure anymore. That was before I really understood how important Brianne was to me. It was when I still didn’t care what became of me. If I wound up in jail or buried, I’d be leaving her behind. And fuck, now that I’ve had a taste of her submission, I don’t want to risk having her out of my reach.

  “I’m going to find a way to keep her safe from all this. I have to.”

  “Look, man,” sighs Hunter. “I’m not trying to piss you off here, but what is a guy like you going to do? You’re a fucking publishing executive. It’s not like you can just go grab an assault rifle from your private stash and gun them down.”

  “I made it this far because of what’s in here,” I say, tapping my forehead. “I’ll figure something out.”

  Hunter shakes his head. “I just don’t think it’ll be so simple.”

  “It’s irrelevant. Whether it’s going to be simple or not, it’s a problem I have to deal with. So I’ll find a fucking way to deal with it.”

  Once Hunter leaves, I make a call to Fairfield’s and ask them to move my sister to a more secure wing of the hospital. I know the move will probably set her off, but I have to accept it. I have no way of knowing if these fuckers followed me on one of my visits to Fairfield’s too.

  I clench my fists and grit my teeth. I feel like a lion cornered by jackals. But there could be so many that striking out against one will just open up the people I care about to harm. I look through my contacts and make a few calls until I get a number for one of the Dominicans.

  I punch his number into the phone and wait.

  “I wondered when you’d call,” says a voice with a thick accent.

  “What do you want? Money? Just name your price,” I say coldly.

  The man chuckles. “It was never about the money. It was about the fucking gringo who thought he could make fools of us.”

  “I was drunk off my ass,” I growl. “I don’t even remember shit about that night.”

  “A coward begs for his life when he sees the end closing in. A man sets his jaw and stands to face it. Tell me, Mr. Pierce, which are you?”

  My temper boils over. “Let me make one thing clear as fucking crystal. You so much as show your face near me or anyone I care about, and I will come for you until I’ve killed or put every last one of you behind bars.”

  The man laughs deeply. “We’ll see about that.”

  “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” asks Brianne. She’s dressed elegantly, like I asked. She has on long, dangling earrings that sparkle as we drive beneath the streetlights. Her blonde hair is curled and bounces slightly with the movement of the car, making me picture how it would bounce the same way if I pounded into her. Thinking about her has a way of pushing all the noise out of my mind. The Dominicans are a big fucking problem, but when I’m with Brianne it’s hard to keep my mind on it. All I can think about is how the thin material of her dress hugs that pure body of hers. The body I claimed.

  “You’re going to just have to trust your dom. Trust that I know what you’ll enjoy.”

  She smiles down at her lap and her cheeks redden. “There might be some truth to that. Hey, Jackson, can I tell you something?” she asks.

  I turn toward her, frowning at the tone in her voice. She sounds afraid, like whatever she might say will upset me. Whatever it is, I don’t want it to ruin tonight for her though, so I shake my head. “Not unless your dom asks to hear it,” I say.

  “I’m serious, Jackson, there’s something--”

  “I’m serious too. You can tell me after tonight. Tell me before then, and we’ll have to leave early so I can take you home and punish you.”

  She smiles, but it’s not an entirely genuine smile. My stomach twists a little when I wonder what she could be holding in that head of hers. What could frighten her so much to tell me?

  We arrive at the convention center a little after six. I help Brianne out of the car and toss my keys to the valet. “Is this a writer’s convention?” she asks.

  “Something like that,” I say.

  Well dressed men and women file in through the main entrance of the convention center. I lean close to Brianne. “I have a single rule for you tonight, Princess,” I say quietly.

  She’s still trying to piece together exactly what this is, but I have her full attention.

  “If more than ten seconds pass without you touching me, I’ll punish you tonight. Is that clear?”

  The corner of her mouth curves upward and she looks at me with those large, mischievous blue eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Your punishment will be that you’re not allowed to cum. I’ll bring you so fucking close that a whisper could push you over the edge and then make you watch it slip away. So think carefully about disobeying me.”

  She seems to force her face into a somber expression with an effort, but her small hand presses against my back.

  I grin down at her. “Good girl.”

  We move inside the convention center and a woman in a black dress tries to hand us flyers. I wave her away, but Brianne thanks her and takes one. She looks down at the flyer and her eyebrows pinch together in surprise. “Oh my God. Are these authors all here?” she asks, looking over the list of guest speakers.

  “Yeah,” I say. “And half of them work for me, so we’re going to go to a back room and you’ll get to talk to whoever you want one on one. Pick their brains, or something.”

  She hugs me tightly, pressing her face against my chest. “You’re so amazing,” she says. I hear her sniff and pull her back by the shoulders, frowning. I use my thumb to carefully wipe a tear that’s about to fall from her eye.

  “Come on,” I say pleadingly.
“I can’t stand seeing you cry.”

  “I’m just happy,” she says, shrugging. “You make me feel… special.”

  I stroke her jaw and push a strand of hair out of her eyes. “You are, Princess.”

  She laughs a little, visibly trying to shake off her emotions. That’s probably what you tell all the girls who sign your little contract.”

  “First of all,” I say with a smirk. “There’s nothing little about my… contract. But more importantly, no. I didn’t say that to them. To tell you the truth, I never broke out of my role as dom with the women before you. I ruled them with an iron fist and didn’t let them get to know me. It was,” I say slowly, searching for the word. “Superficial. Shallow, even. You’re different.”

  She buries her head in my chest again, squeezing her arms around me and sighing. “Well, I’m going to just go ahead and believe you, since you don’t seem to be giving me a choice.”

  “Good,” I say. “Get used to it. I’ve spoiled you already by going so easy on you.”

  I let her take her time making her way to the back room. She stops at booths and talks to presenters and smaller authors who are hosting informal Q and A’s. I follow behind her, occupying myself mostly with the count. When she takes her hands off me to grab presentation materials or to fix her hair, I start counting. The closest I made it to ten was when she had to shake hands with a woman who wrote romance. It looked like the woman was never going to let the handshake end, but Brianne smoothly kicked her leg up and grazed my leg with her foot just in time.

  We eventually make our way to the conference room overlooking the lake behind the convention center. I send a few quick texts out to some of the authors under contract with me. They aren’t technically obligated to do as I ask, but every one of them knows not to get on my bad side.

  I motion for Brianne to sit on one side of the conference table and then step away, forcing her hand on my forearm to let me go as I move. I see the slight look of panic in her eyes as I move to sit across from her. Just as she’s opening her mouth to speak, the door opens. The biggest author under contract with me, Noranne Wallace, walks in. She smiles politely and moves to sit across the table. I smile at Brianne.