Quartet Complete Series: Billionaire Romance Box Set (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

by Michelle Love

  “Promise you won’t hurt me.” Her words hit him hard.

  “Why would you say that?” he asked as he pulled his hand back and searched her eyes.

  “It’s just that I don’t go places with strangers. I don’t do stupid or dangerous things,” she said as she looked at him with such innocence. Too much innocence.

  Arsen took a step back. “You should run, little girl.”

  “Should I, really?” she asked as her eyes danced. “A little while ago I tried to walk home, and a guy grabbed me. I had to empty my pepper spray on his ass. So I’m quite defenseless and a nice, strong lawyer seems a safe bet. A hell of a lot better than taking the chance the prick I sprayed may be waiting to get even with me.”

  “You know I saw you do that. You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself in situations you feel threatened in.”

  “I know a little self-defense.” She watched his reaction carefully. “If you did something I didn’t want you to for instance, you could be sure I’d take your balls in a vice-like grip and make you beg me not to rip them from your body.”

  His laugh came from deep in his chest. “You’re pretty sure of yourself. And what if I did something to you, you wanted me to? What then?”

  “I’m a big girl, I can take care of things. So, are you going to give me a ride or should I catch a cab?” Her arms crossed over her chest and he knew he should put her sweet little ass in a cab and move on without looking back.

  “I should definitely put you in a cab. To be honest, I’m a bit afraid of you,” he said with a smile.

  “I’m a bit afraid of you too,” she smiled back. “But what’s the fun in always playing it safe?”

  “By all means, climb into my lair, little girl.”

  He held her hand as she lifted one leg to place her round ass on the leather seat. Arsen sucked in his breath as he pictured that ass beneath his palm.

  He balled his hand into a fist again to stop himself from making a swift smack to it as she lifted it some to scoot over so he could take the place next to her. She stopped just short of moving all the way to the edge, staying in the middle.

  His arm draped over the back of the seat and she leaned back and took a deep breath. “I love the smell of leather,” she said as she let the breath out.

  “Good,” he said, thinking that she’d really like the good amount of leather he kept in a closet in his penthouse.

  “Good?” she asked as she turned her face to look at him. “That’s an odd thing to say.”

  Paul turned and looked at Arsen. “Where to, boss?”

  Arsen looked at the young woman. “Your place or mine?”

  “Take me to my house, scoundrel. 555 Bayview Drive.” She looked at Paul. “Please, Paul.”

  “Yes, my lady,” he said with a laugh and the privacy window between the front seat and the rest of the large SUV went up.

  Arsen’s arm moved down off the back of the seat to touch her shoulders. He felt her shiver and pulled her closer. “Cold?”

  “No, just out of my comfort zone,” she answered and ran her hands over her bare arms as she wore a sleeveless shirt.

  “You know, it’s okay to get out of that boring old comfort zone every now and again.” His mouth touched her neck for just a moment then he pulled it back.

  She turned to face him and he found her breathing had increased and came a bit heavier than normal. She was getting ready for him, he knew it, but was she ready for all of him?

  Slowly, he ran his fingertips over her lips as he gazed at them. His cock went hard in an instant as she parted her plump lips and pulled his finger into her hot mouth.

  She sucked it gently and ran her tongue around it. He watched her and took one of her hands, placing it on his growing cock. Her eyes went wide, and she pulled her mouth off his finger and looked at the lump he held her hand to.

  Her eyes darted up to his as she put her fingers on the button of his slacks. She seemed to be silently asking if she could let the beast free and he gave her a nod.

  His stomach tensed as he knew he’d be taking her anyway he pleased in just a little while. He watched her open his pants up and his large erection sprang out at her.

  She gasped and sprang back, her eyes went wide and he was pleased with her reaction. His big male member was a thing of beauty and she seemed to realize that.

  Her eyes went to his again, and she licked her lips. He gave her a nod of approval and she lowered her head to his lap. The touch of her lips sent shivers through him.

  His hands moved through her dark waves and he groaned as she moved her mouth over his throbbing cock. Her mouth moved over him so fluidly he knew her innocent demeanor had to have been a farce.

  She stopped and looked at him. “Why’d you stop, baby?” he moaned as he pulled at her hair.

  “I wanted to know if I was doing it right. It’s my first time and if I’m doing it wrong and you’re up here laughing at me, it would make me very upset. So, am I doing it right? Is there anything I should be doing better? Do you think I should just stop even trying?”

  “Seriously?” he asked in disbelief.

  She nodded, and he pulled her hair, making her face come to his. He took one deep, hard kiss then released her mouth. “So, should I continue?” her face was full of innocence and he knew she really was telling him the truth.

  “You’re doing a fantastic job. Please, get back to it.” He let her go, and she resumed her position, placing her hands on his massive member and her mouth on the tip of his dick.

  Arsen had been given so many blow jobs he couldn’t even keep count of them, yet never had one sent the sensations through him this young woman’s sweet mouth was doing.

  He laid his head back on the leather seat and tried not to think about a thing as she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock and sucked gently as she pulled her hot mouth back up his long length.

  All he could think was this was not going to help his situation at all. Red and blue lights lit up the back window and had Paul slowing the car down and pulling to the side of the road.

  Arsen’s heart stopped as he knew his time was up and they must be about to officially charge him for the murders.

  Arsen’s Rules

  Book 2

  For Him

  An Alpha Billionaire Romance

  By Michelle Love

  STEELE GANNON

  For Him

  A thin vein of light fog rolled in under the barn door. Steele Gannon had just finished brushing her horse’s mane after taking an evening ride to clear her mind from the long school day.

  Steele Gannon was a college student in her first year of law school at Stanford University. She’d found a passion for criminal law at the tender age of fifteen when a murder happened in the town she lived in.

  At that time her family was living in Baltimore and Steele, in a rare instance, was watching the nightly local news. The story of a young sixteen-year-old girl who was missing from her sister’s apartment was headlining that night.

  Steele found herself worried about the girl and she kept up with the news story as the weeks, then months played out with no sign of the girl. After missing for four long months, Phylicia Barnes’ body was found floating in the Susquehanna River and later her sister’s onetime boyfriend was accused of the murder.

  It seemed he’d made sexual advances towards the young girl and when she thwarted him, he strangled her. A death Steele found eerily brutal and scary. She’d not wish that death on anyone.

  She’d read up on how long it takes to die that way and how aware the victim is of what’s happening to them. The brain takes a long time to stop working with a lack of oxygen, the victim is helplessly aware they are going to die.

  As the trial went on, it was obvious to most that the young man had murdered young Phylicia and Steele was glad the family would get justice. Only the young man had a couple of female lawyers who somehow managed to get the clearly guilty man acquitted from the murder charges.

  Steele
, though terribly disappointed with the loss for the family, was intrigued by how the lawyers managed to win such an open and shut case. She became fascinated with the law and started reading any law book she could get her hands on to find out more about the complexity of criminal law.

  Her cell phone buzzed in the back pocket of her blue jeans. She looked at it and found a text from her roommate, Gwen. It was Gwen’s twenty-first birthday, and she was bugging Steele to hurry to the bar so they could do the cake.

  Steele was not a fan of the bar scene. She preferred wine and a good book, and that was exactly the way she’d spent her twenty-first birthday six months before. She wasn’t one to hang with a pack of girls either. The little birthday party for her roomie wasn’t a thing she was looking forward to.

  But it was her roommate, and she’d never let her live it down if she didn’t at least show up for the cake. So Steel gave her horse, Tripper, one last hug and closed his stall for the night. “Good night, big boy. I’ll see you in the morning to let you out into the pasture.”

  Gwen would be pissed at what she was wearing, tight blue jeans, a white cotton sleeveless shirt, and her cowboy boots, jeans tucked into them, a thing Gwen hated. But if she wanted her there anytime soon, she’d have to put up with her appearance.

  She climbed into her truck. One look into the rear view mirror had her ditching her cowboy hat and pulling the braid out of her hair, leaving it in waves that cascaded over her shoulders. The dark waves fell clear to the top of her ass.

  Her hair was about the only thing Steele found attractive about herself and she took excellent care of the long, thick, dark, silky mass. She’d somehow managed to get a mix of her parents’ hair colors. Deep, rich browns and golden glows along with a smattering of copper strands made up her hair color. Her sky-blue eyes contrasted with her dark hair and she’d been told she looked exotic by more than a few people.

  Her skin was a light tan and her butt and breasts were larger than most young women her age. At twenty-one, she was no innocent, but she wasn’t promiscuous either. Only a couple of boyfriends she’d had that ended after short bursts of affection.

  Steele wasn’t the mushy gushy type, but the two she’d dated were and she found herself bored with them after mere months of their attention. She liked a man’s man, but had yet to find one.

  She was a strong young woman with goals and aspirations, she wasn’t interested in the guys she’d met. Gamers, most of them were, and that bored her to tears. She liked the outdoors and doing things that made her mind work.

  The way the two guys she’d been intimate with had touched her and treated her left her empty. She’d never climaxed with either and found them annoying when they’d want a little action, but couldn’t manage to pique her interest.

  In the end both had told her she was frigid and would have to get over herself if she was ever to find happiness with a guy. At that point in her young life she could’ve given less than a shit about hooking up with men. Her mind was on law school and learning all she could so someday she could be a criminal lawyer who won cases no one would ever guess she could.

  Steele pulled up into the parking garage of her apartment building. She knew Gwen would make her drink something, and she wasn’t a drinker and had no idea of how she’d handle the liquor. She wasn’t about to try to drive home after consuming even one alcoholic beverage.

  The evening air was nice, not too crisp, and she had a bottle of pepper spray in her purse if anyone should try to bother her as she walked the mile to the downtown San Francisco area where Gwen and her friends were having the little party. Though not excited about the bar, she was excited about getting out for a little while. It wasn’t a thing she did, and she prided herself on pushing her comfort zone’s barriers from time to time.

  The music leaked out of the bar’s door and she found the bubblegum pop annoying already. She liked hard rock, much unlike every other girl on the planet she’d been told about her taste in music.

  After her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit bar, she found her roommate and gaggle of girlfriends shaking their asses on the dance floor. A thing she wasn’t about to get caught up in. Too sober and too embarrassed to be shaking it yet.

  She saw Gwen’s purse sitting on a table right next to the dance floor and knew she’d be trying to get her to dance with them, a thing that had her wanting to leave already. “Oh, hell,” she muttered to herself as she made her way to the table.

  Steele took a seat on one of the tall chairs that surrounded the little table and reached back and took her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. While she waited she might as well see what her Face book peeps were up to on that Thursday night.

  To her surprise a waiter showed up with a drink in his hand. “From the gentleman at the next table, miss.” He placed the drink on the table in front of her.

  “What is it?” she asked. “I mean, I’m new to this drinking thing. Is it going to knock me on my ass?”

  The waiter smiled. “No, you’ll be fine. Sip, don’t chug. It’s a whisky sour, just like the man who sent it to you is drinking.” He turned and gestured to a man with dark waves which hung to his broad shoulders.

  Steele smiled and gave the man a little wave and mouthed, ‘thank you’ to him. She turned back around and had to take in a couple of deep breaths. The man who’d sent her the drink was the best looking man she’d ever laid her eyes on.

  The fact he’d even noticed her was making her wet, and she wasn’t one to go all wet and wiggly so quickly and easily. But the way he looked at her with his dark eyes that seemed to narrow as he took her all in, made her knees weak.

  Steele prayed he wouldn’t come talk to her. She was sure she’d get all tongue tied and make a complete ass out of herself if he did. She wanted desperately to take another look at the magnificent specimen of manhood.

  He had a beard which was not a thing she’d ever thought attractive before, but it was meticulously groomed close to his face which was so symmetrical it looked perfect. She guessed he was some type of lawyer or business man because he had on an expensive suit, but his tie was gone and the top buttons on his shirt were undone. He must’ve had a rough day, she thought.

  He’s got to be married!

  He looked to be in his thirties and had to be a successful something or other, she just knew it. The gang of girls made their way back to the table and Steele was caught up in Gwen’s long arms before she knew it.

  The tall blonde was a sweet girl, but her taste in friends left a lot to be desired. The red-head, Tracy was a complete bitch and her other friend, Laura she thought might be a lesbian, but she didn’t claim to be. Then there were a couple of stragglers she didn’t know but recognized from their college.

  Gwen started wagging her finger in Steele’s face. “Why are you so late? And what the hell are you wearing? Did you come straight from that smelly old barn you keep your horse at? Oh, will you ever decide to clean up for anything?”

  “Nice to see you too, Gwen,” Steele said with a laugh. “I hope your birthday is going well.”

  “It is,” Gwen said and changed her mood quickly as she saw the birthday cake coming her way and the girls began singing her the birthday song. “Yes, cake!”

  Steele took a step back and got out of the way so Gwen could blow out her candles. She could swear the gorgeous man who’d sent her the drink was looking at her. She wasn’t about to do more than glance from the corner of her eye, but she was pretty sure he was looking at her.

  Why would he be? She thought. I’m nowhere near his league. I’m sure he has a beautiful wife at home waiting for him to get there and tuck their three kids in for the night.

  Another song came on and the girls around Steele burst into a simultaneous scream and ran to the dance floor. Gwen tugged at Steele’s arm to get her to join them, but she wasn’t budging and adamantly shook her head. Finally, Gwen could take it no more and gyrated her body out to join the other girls.

  Steele picked up her drink an
d took a sip, happy she got out of her roommate’s clutches. Something stirred her hair, and she turned around quickly, finding the gorgeous man right behind her. Her arm hit the drink he held and nearly knocked it out of his hand.

  “Oh! Sorry. You scared me.”

  “You should run.”

  Steele smiled nervously and found herself blushing. “Oh yeah?”

  His voice was deep and velvety. He stayed close to her. So close she could smell his cologne which she knew had to be expensive because she’d never smelled any like it before. His elbow touched her upper arm and a constant stream of electricity was flowing across her bare skin.

  The way he told her she should run had her thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, a thing she never did. He was beyond intriguing and he gave off a dangerous vibe.

  He nodded as he leveled his dark eyes on her. “I think your eyes are gorgeous. I had to come and say hello. I had to see the color and I have to say I’m not one bit disappointed.”

  OMG! He thinks my eyes are gorgeous!

  “Your eyes are pretty nice too,” she told him then took a sip of the drink he’d sent her. “Thanks for the drink. I’m not really knowledgeable about alcohol yet. I only turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

  “I see.” He took a drink, and she found herself mesmerized by the way his lips conformed to the glass. She licked her lips as she noticed a drop of the liquid on his bottom lip. With a quick flick of his tongue he got it and she felt her panties get a little bit wetter. “What is it that you do?”

  His words had her looking back at his eyes and feeling like an idiot for starring at his lips. “I’m in school. I wanna be a lawyer when I grow up,” she said with a giggle.

  “I’m a lawyer.”

  Steele was even more intrigued. “Anyone I may have heard of?”

  “Name’s A.C. I’m nothing big, just a small time lawyer.” He took a drink, and she doubted he was a small time anything.