The Billionaire Bad Boy Club: A Bad Boy BDSM Holiday Romance

by Michelle Love

  He pushed her away and wiped his face in disgust. ‘Stupid whore.’

  ‘Get out.’

  ‘I haven’t finished with you yet.’

  She walked to the front door and opened it. ‘Get. Out. Now.’

  He moved as if to leave but paused when he reached her. The simmering violence in the air was making her tremble but she held his gaze. He smirked coldly.

  ‘Your choice, Jess. Live with the consequences or should I say,’ he leaned into her and whispered, ‘for as long as I allow you to live.’ He mimicked stabbing her and she jerked back reflexively. Jules laughed and behind him, Jess saw Theo’s security man step into the hall, his eyes fixed on Jules. She held her hand up to him as Jules smirked, and as he left, the security guy, Alan, turned to her.

  ‘You okay, Miss Wood?’

  ‘Call me Jess, would you? And I’m fine, Alan. Do me a favor – don’t tell Theo about this. It really was nothing.’

  Alan looked unhappy but nodded.

  She closed the door, double locked it and leaned back against it. She recalled what she’d said to Alan – it was nothing. How fucked up was her relationship with Jules that a promise to kill her was nothing? That she took it for granted now? She really had had enough this particular day. In the bathroom, she opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the small bottle of Tylenol PM. She hesitated and then swallowed two with a handful of water from the faucet and fell into an uneasy sleep.

  Theo left the office just past midnight and had just stepped into his Mercedes to drive home when his cell phone buzzed. Max.

  ‘Hey, buddy.’

  There was silence on the end of the phone then he heard a sob. His heart leapt into his chest. Jesus. ‘Max, what is it? Are you okay?’

  Max sobbed louder now. ‘I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it…’

  Theo waited for his sobs to calm before telling him, ‘I’m coming over now, Max, right now.’

  When he got to Max’s apartment, there were cop cars parked outside. He gave his name to the uniform at Max’s door and then he was in. Max fell apart when he saw him and Theo looked around for Josh. He had a bad, bad feeling about this.

  He grabbed his friend by the shoulders and hugged him. ‘What is it, Max? What’s wrong?’

  He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer.

  She pointed the gun at Jules and he laughed. ‘Really, Jess, do you think you could kill me? Try, go on, baby girl, take your shot.’ She pulled the trigger and the bullet smashed into his forehead. He stopped.

  Then to her horror, the gaping hole sealed itself up and Jules sneered at her. ‘My turn.’ He grabbed the gun and although she struggled, he was too strong, unnaturally strong and turned it so the gun was pressed hard into her belly.

  ‘It’s a shame,’ he whispered, his voice intimate, ‘You really are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. If you’d only realised you belong to me…but it’s too late now.’

  He smiled, kissed her tenderly and pulled the trigger.

  It was almost dawn when Theo woke her from her nightmare. Groggily she looked up into his drawn face and quelled at the pain in his handsome face.

  ‘What is it? What’s wrong?’

  Theo gazed down at her, sorrow etched deep in his eyes. ‘It’s Josh…he’s been murdered.’

  The official story was that Josh had been hit by a car on his way back from work. It could have so easily been an accident except that the driver had backed up over Josh’s prone body – twice. It had all been caught on CCTV but the car, a plain black RV had blacked out windows and no plates. The police had no leads but Jess had an overwhelming sense of foreboding and when finally she, Theo and Max were alone, after Josh’s cremation, Max said what they had all been thinking.

  ‘Fucking Gachet did this.’

  Max looked terrible as if he’d been smoking six packs a day and drinking straight bourbon. Jess closed her eyes for a moment, trying to quell the nausea that threatened.

  ‘I don’t understand…why would Jules kill Josh? How would Jules even know Josh?’ Her voice was scratchy and low. Max wouldn’t look at her and she felt the heavy weight of guilt settle over her.

  Theo and Max exchanged a look then Theo nodded, once, brief, stiff. Max sat down opposite Jess and took her hands. ‘We were trying to make things better…for you….I…’

  ‘I asked Max to look into Jules’ background,’ Theo interrupted his friend, ‘he’d hurt you, had threatened your life. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but there you have it. It was for the best.’

  Jess pulled away from Max’s hands. ‘You were investigating me?’

  ‘Jules, not you. But obviously, there was some overlap. After Max talked to Camilla, we realised exactly what he’d been doing to you. We had to do something/?’

  Jess had gone very still. ‘You talked to Camilla? Did Jules know?’

  The room echoed with their silence. ‘Oh Jesus…’ Jess sank to the floor, curling her knees up to her chest. Theo bent to touch her but she shied away from him.

  For a long time no-one said anything then Theo looked at Max, who nodded and left the room. Jess got up and paced around the room while Theo watched in silence. Finally, she turned to him.

  ‘This is my fault. My fault. He told me he would hurt people I cared about and I dismissed it as…why? It’s my fault Camilla and Josh are dead. I should just have let him kill me.’

  ‘Stop it!’ Theo was furious as she had ever seen him. ‘None of this is your fault. It’s him, it’s Gachet.’

  ‘Who is my problem, Theo. I did this. I tried to escape from him and…’

  ‘You shouldn’t have had to ‘escape’ from anyone. What you went through…he’s a monster. How old were you when he first raped you?’

  The question, so simple, so straightforward, made her crumple. Theo gathered her to him as she sobbed. ‘You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,’ his voice was gentle,’ but please, put it out of your mind that it’s your fault. We need to go to the police, tell them everything.’

  Her sobs subsided but she sighed, defeated. ‘They won’t believe me. They didn’t then and I got punished.’

  Theo was silent for a long moment. ‘Then we need to break that cycle.’

  Jess was quiet for a long time before she pulled away from him. ‘I can stop this by…I can’t let anyone else get hurt because I fell in love with you. I need to take responsibility for that. I need to make this right. I need to go.’

  Dread was flooding through Theo’s body as he took in what she was saying.

  ‘Wait…Jess…you can’t be serious? Are you ending this? Us? No, no, we can’t let him win, please.’

  He reached for her but she ducked away.

  ‘No, Theo please, don’t, I can’t bear it. I love you, god, so, so much but we need to take so time to figure out everything. People have died, there’s so much damage.’ She was brushing her tears from her face and it broke his heart. ‘Please, just….let me go. Give me time to figure how I can make it stop, make him stop.’

  Theo nodded, trying to hide his heartbreak. He picked up her coat and draped it around her shoulders. Tipping up her face to his, he kissed her tenderly. ‘Okay….okay, Jess you can have all the time you need, all the time. But know this….I’ll wait forever. I love you.’

  Fresh tears poured her cheeks and he kissed them away. ‘I love you too,’ she whispered, ‘you are my heart.’

  His gut twisted as he kissed her mouth then, tasting her lips, lingering, not knowing when he would kiss them again – if he would kiss them again.

  Eventually, she broke away from him and picked up her bag. ‘I have to go.’

  Hand-in-hand, they walked to the door and he opened it for her, and – his heart shattering into a million pieces - watched the love of his life walk out of it.

  He called down to the limo driver. ‘Make sure she gets where she wants to go safely.’

  Then he hung up the phone and as Max came back into the room, he looked at his frien
d and knew he shared his pain.

  ‘She’s gone, Max. I had to let her go.’ And he began to sob.

  Jules, parked in the shadows away from the gaze of the security guards, sat up as he saw her walk out of Storm’s apartment building. He smiled when he saw she was crying.

  ‘Don’t worry, my Jessica,’ he whispered to himself, ‘you’ll be dead soon.

  So very, very soon.’

  End of Part 5

  Hurt With Me

  By Michelle Love

  Updated Description:

  A broken-hearted Jess tries to rebuild her life without Theo but he will not let her forget him.

  After Josh and Camilla’s murders, Jules sells a story on ‘Theo Storm’s New Love – Her Dirty Little Secret’ painting Jess an as gold-digging hysteric,, a humiliated Jess begins to lose hope that she can ever escape him. Theo, despite their break up, comes to her immediately and Jess realizes he only wants to protect her. They reunite and Jess falls ever deeper in love with him. After the attack in the papers, Jess is confused when Jules appears to release her financially from his control but Theo and Max warn her that he must have an ulterior motive and not to trust it. Theo proposes to Jess and he finally introduces her to his family and they embrace Jess as one of their own. Theo and Jess start to plan their wedding and build their future together when Theo takes her to his beautiful lodge on Whidbey Island. That happiness is shattered though when a discredited and raging Jules brutally attacks and stabs Jess and Theo is heartbroken when he finds her in a pool of blood and barely clinging to life.

  A broken-hearted Jess tries to rebuild her life without Theo but he will not let her forget him. When he arranges a high-profile television interview so that they can get the truth out to the world, she realises just how much she means to him and that under all the trappings of wealth, he’s just a regular guy who wants to love her. After the interview, Theo takes her for lunch and tells her about losing his fiancé, Kelly, to suicide. He tells her he can be over-protective because of that loss and asks her if she would like to start over with him. Jess tells him she loves him, revels in their lovemaking but as for the rest of it – she just wants to take it slow. Theo agrees, knowing he pushed her too hard before. He keeps his word and Jess realises just how romantic he can be and falls ever deeper in love with him. That happiness is shattered though when a discredited and raging Jules attacks her, leaving her seriously injured and fighting for her life.

  It was so much worse that she’d imagined. Jess bent over at the waist then when that wouldn’t quell the nausea, she darted to the small bathroom in her hotel room and threw up and up. When she finally stood, rinsed her mouth at the sink then went out to the suite, the papers were still there, the television reports were still on the t.v. and the photographs of her and Jules, young and apparently care-free, assaulted her vision.

  Theo Storm’s Girlfriend’s Secret Shame. Every word battered her, the lies, the hideous twisting of facts that made her a temptress who seduced every rich man she could – even her own step-brother, even as she was a young teen. Some asshole in the police department – more than likely with a kick-back from Jules - had leaked the police interviews where she’d been branded a fantasist, a liar. Everything, everything, was twisted and wrong and so evil she could barely breathe. She wanted to feel angry, searched for that feeling in the melee of emotions that overcame her but all she could feel was shame. Humiliation. Hopelessness.

  The frantic rapping at the motel room door made her jump and she quelled, her entire body trembling as she stared at the thin wood frame rattling.

  ‘Jess? It’s me, sweetheart.’

  She flew to the door, yanking it open and falling, sobbing into Theo’s arms. He gathered up into his arms and kicked the door shut behind then. Carrying her, he sat down on the bed and rocked her until her sobs turned into sniffs and shivers. He pressed his lips to her temple.

  ‘I’m so sorry, baby,’ he murmured. ‘For all of it. I’d ask why Jules would do this but I already know. We’ll get through this and I’ll make that fucker pay, I promise you I will.’

  Jess said nothing but nuzzled closer to him, her lips pressed against his neck. He tilted her chin up and kissed her, his arms tightening around her protectively.

  ‘I miss you,’ she whispered and Theo groaned and pulled onto the bed, his hands slipping under her t-shirt and pulling it over her head. Feverishly, Jess kicked her jeans off and unbuttoned Theo’s shirt. He’d obviously just come from the office and he was wearing the blue shirt that she loved on him, the one that brought out his green eyes and complimented his dark hair perfectly.

  ‘It’s been hell without you, Jess, actual hell…’

  She was straddling him and he gazed up at her, his eyes soft with the relief of being with her. It made her heart jolt to see the hurt on his face. I did this. I hurt him. I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry….

  Jess ran her hands over his hard chest and leaned down to press her lips against his. ‘For me too. I’m so sorry, Theo…’

  With one quick move, he flipped her onto her back and gazed down at her. ‘Stop apologizing. You and me, that’s all that matters.’

  She coiled her legs around his waist and she could feel the hot length of his cock nudging against her damp sex. ‘I want you inside me, Theo, now, forever.’

  He smiled, though his eyes were still tired and anxious. He trailed his lips along her jaw, pressed them to the hollow of her throat. ‘Jess….you are my life…’

  His cock slid into her welcoming cunt, filling her, and as he began to slide in and out, she tensed her muscles to grip him, keep him locked inside of her, her body taking control and cleaving to him, skin to skin. She rocked her hips against him as his thrusts became ever harder and faster, gasping out her pleasure, calling his name.

  What began as tender lovemaking suddenly became something else, abandoned, uncontrolled, brutal. Their desperate need to erase everything that had happened lately, just to get back to the feral desire that had driven their entire relationship. Jess begged Theo to please, fuck her harder, harder and Theo responded, his kisses rough and greedy, biting down on her shoulders hard enough to leave teeth marks, his immense strength and size having complete command over her body. They both lost themselves in the storm of sensations that raged through them and when, finally, they both came, crying out and shouting their love over and over, it seemed as if the rest of the world had simply melted away.

  Jess lay, locked in Theo’s protective arms, stroking his damp face, drinking him in. Neither of them spoke for a long time, not wanting to break the spell.

  Finally, Theo traced the shape of her lips with his forefinger. ‘Jess…my Jessie…I know this is all unbelievably horrific, what Jules has been doing. But I want you to know…there’s nothing I won’t do to keep you safe, nothing I won’t do to make this better for you. I only ask this – please don’t shut me out again. Whatever happens from now on, we do together. Promise me.’

  She gazed up into his impossibly handsome face and smiled, her body relaxing as she let herself believe that everything would be okay as long as they were together.

  ‘I promise you, Theodore Storm.’

  The smiled and took her left hand in his. ‘There’s just one other thing.’

  She smiled and brushed her lips against his. ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Jessica Wood…would you do me the great honor of marrying me?’

  Jules sat in front of the pile of newspapers running the story and could have laughed. Two birds with one stone – destroy Jess and Storm’s reputations. Well, he thought, destroy may be an overstatement. Sullied. That was better, he liked that. I sullied their reputations as sure as I sullied Jessica a long time ago. He could still remember that first time, the complete trust of the naïve, the unlocked bedroom door of the twelve-year-old Jess. Her long dark hair spread across her pillow.

  ‘Boss?’

  Jules looked up. A smug-looking Malcolm stood in the doorway. Jules smiled at him. His partner-in
-crime.

  ‘What’s up, Malccy? Have a seat, buddy.’

  Malcolm grinned at the nickname and sat down opposite Jules, pulling out a sheaf of papers and handing them to him. Jules ran his eyes down the documents and smiled. ‘Perfect.’

  ‘Sure you want to do this?’

  Jules nodded. ‘Oh yes. Keep them wrong-footed, confused. ‘Jess won’t be alive long enough to enjoy it anyways.’

  ‘I wanted to talk to you about that,’ Malcolm took a deep breath in. ‘I’m prepared to do Jessica for you, boss, I’m prepared to take the rap. Just say the word and I’ll stick my knife in her. It would be my pleasure.’

  Jules grinned at Malcolm, gratified that he would do that for him, excited by the other man’s bloodlust. He enjoyed killing as much as Jules did – it was what bound them together, what made Malcolm so loyal. He’d killed that homo’s husband without being asked twice, came home and they both enjoyed the retelling of it.

  ‘Thank you, Malcolm, but she’s mine. I’ll be the one to kill Jessica.’ He considered for a moment. ‘You can kill Storm if you like – but not until he’s had time to grieve Jess. I want him to feel that pain, Malccy.’

  Malcolm laughed. ‘Deal.’ Jules could see the calculations begin in his mind, how he would do it, the pleasure he would take.

  ‘Until then, however….this.’ He waved the documents in front of Malcolm. ‘I’m going to enjoy this. They’ll never see me coming.’

  Jess looked up as her assistant Molly tapped on the door. She’d been back at work for weeks now but still came in early so she could miss everybody’s curious stares, barricading herself in her office with a pile of paperwork. Occasionally someone would walk past her office and she would look away from their gaze. Now, though, she saw that Molly wore a smile and no pity and she was glad.

  ‘Can I order you some lunch, Jess? I was just going to get a sandwich but I can order out if you’d like?’