Lust Muscle: A Billionaire Revenge Romance

by Alexis Angel

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he starts, “I have an announcement to make.”

  39

  Liam

  I scan the crowd from my place on the stage, searching for Cara. I know she’s here because I had some people assigned to keeping an eye out for her, instructing them to let me know the minute she arrived. I spotted her a time or two myself, but I’ve made a point of remaining hidden. I have this planned out to the finest detail, and I’d be damned if I ruined it by showing myself too soon.

  The lights are bright in my eyes, so I don’t see her, but I know Connor has my back. He’ll make sure she’s here for this.

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” I say, giving the crowd my most winning smile, “thank you for coming out this evening.”

  Light bulbs flash as the media goes crazy at my appearance. I take a slow breath. All these years I’ve worked to keep my secrets, and now I’m standing here in front of the media. Everything I’m about to confess is going to be all over the Internet within minutes.

  “I’m sure many of you will recognize a lot of familiar faces tonight. A lot of members of our community who make a point of supporting the same charities. Charities that mean a lot to most of you in attendance tonight. But even more so, charities that mean a lot to me. They mean everything to me, in fact.”

  The crowd is hushed, and expectant energy is rising from them as all eyes are on me. This is it. Do or die.

  “That’s because all of these charities have something in common. Me.”

  A murmur races through the crowd as they try to understand my words. I don’t make them wait to put the pieces together.

  “Most of you know who I am.” I grin ironically. “Because I’m featured in the tabloids regularly. But there’s something no one knows. Well, almost no one.”

  I look down and see my mother standing in the front of the crowd. Sure my dad is supportive, but this woman would never miss a chance to support me. Her pride and faith in me are unwavering. And she couldn’t be more excited about what I have in store tonight.

  I scan the crowd again, and my eyes finally find Cara. She’s standing about halfway back and off to the right of the mass of people gathered in front of the stage. Her eyes are wide. She realized I’m about to come clean about my involvement in the charities. But she has no clue what else I’m going to say. I try to get some kind of indicator from her expression about how she’s feeling toward me, but her face is carefully blank. That sends a wave of nerves skittering through me, but I’ll just have to deal with it. Do or die.

  Looking back at the crowd in general, I lean closer to the mic.

  “I’m here tonight to come clean. To admit to the public that Liam Donovan is actually the face behind all these charities.”

  Another murmur goes through the crowd, and I press on. “They mean everything to me. I’ve devoted my life to working to support veterans and their families because it’s the best way I know to honor one of the most important people in my life. My brother, Lucas Donovan, who died serving his country. I kept myself out of the spotlight with all my charities because I wanted them to thrive on their own merit. They do, and they’ll continue to. But there’s something else I want to do tonight. Something that I want to be public about.”

  I glance at my mom again, and she gives me an encouraging smile.

  “I want to honor someone else the way I strive to honor my brother. Tate Dawn, the father of the most remarkable woman I’ve ever known. Please consider this gala tonight to be the first official fundraiser for the brand new Dawn Foundation for Cancer Research.”

  Now I’m looking only at Cara. No one else in the room exists. It’s like it’s just the two of us. Her hands have come to her chest, and her mouth is slightly open in a shocked little O.

  “Cara Dawn means the world to me. She taught me things about myself and showed me things in this world that I’ve been missing, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.” I’m speaking straight to her now. “So tonight, I want to honor her. Her father meant the world to her, and I wish to honor the memory of the man who meant so much to the woman who I hope I’ll have the very real honor of calling my wife.”

  Hushed gasps rise up in the crowd, and I glance briefly at my mother as I hop off the stage. She has tears streaming down her face.

  I don’t stop. I stride straight to Cara and drop to one knee, taking her hands in mine and looking up at her, letting all the earnest love within me shine through my eyes.

  “Cara,” I whisper, because now this is just for her ears. “I love you more than anything. More than I ever thought I could love another person. I can’t spend another day without you. I know our relationship has been unconventional, but if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how perfect you are and how much I love you. “Say you’ll marry me.”

  40

  Cara

  Please, tell me I’m not dreaming.

  Is Liam really proposing to me? Did I hear the words right or am I hallucinating?

  “YES!” I cry out, offering him my hand as I purse my lips, trying to stop myself from crying like a little girl. Taking my hand in his, he takes a small blue box from inside his breast pocket and opens it to reveal the largest diamond ring I’ve ever seen.

  “I promise you… I’ll make you the happiest woman on Earth,” he tells me, looking straight into my eyes as he slips the ring onto my finger, the golden band fitting around it perfectly.

  “And I’ll make you the happiest man on Earth,” I repeat as he goes up to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. Holding me by the waist, he pulls me into him and presses his mouth on mine. We kiss as if we’re alone in the ballroom, our lips locked on one another like two matching pieces from a puzzle.

  Around us, the whole crowd erupts with shouts, clapping their hands hard as they see us kiss.

  “NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!” I hear someone shout over the chatter of the crowd, and I pull back from Liam to see a drunk Misty clapping her hands excitedly. Her hair is slightly dishevelled, and her smile is a crooked one as well - I guess someone’s enjoying the free booze after all.

  “You got your happy ending after all,” Renee tells me as well, coming up to me and hugging me tight, stealing me from Liam’s embrace. “All that doom and gloom… And now you’re on your way to become Mrs. Donovan.”

  Mrs. Donovan - ah, how I liked the sound of these two words… After I met Liam’s parents for the first time, I fell asleep every single day wondering how it’d be like to have a relationship like them. To grow old by the side of a good man, a man whose love for me knows no boundaries… And now it seems that God himself decided to turn these dreams of mine into a reality. Cara Donovan - can you even imagine it?

  “I was right after all,” Liam’s father tells me, coming up to us.

  “You were,” Liam nods with a smile, and then his mother’s on him as well. We spend the next five minutes like that, hugging friends and giving our heartfelt thanks to every single person that congratulates us. Which is kinda exhausting, if you ask me - after all, there are more than a hundred people in here.

  And, as good as that is to be cherished by friends and family, what Liam and I really want right now is a different kind of celebration. I can read that much in his eyes, and that because I feel exactly the same.

  “How do we get out of here?” I purr into his ear, wrapping my arms around his waist and then kissing him once more.

  “It isn’t going to be easy,” he whispers, looking around the room as he tries to think of a way out. “Everyone is looking at us right now.”

  “I can help,” I hear Misty’s voice, and I almost jump out in surprise. She’s standing right next to me, that dazed grin of hers on her face. Even though she doesn’t look like a hot mess right now, I can tell by the glint in her eyes that she has already had a few drinks too many. “It’s the least I can do, I mean,” she shrugs, and then takes one step forward and hugs both Liam and I at the same time. Even though she looks small and we
ak, let me tell you - her arms feel like a guillotine.

  “And how exactly will you help, Misty?” I ask her with a chuckle, but she just lets go of me and looks into my eyes, an expression of just wait and see on her face. With one final wink, she turns her back to me and then walks toward the press; there, she stands behind the sound table, the one commanding the sound in the room, and cranks it up.

  “LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!” She shouts out, waving her arms in the air as loud electronic music starts pumping out of the overhead speakers. A few heads turn toward her, wondering who the hell is that shouting maniac, but she isn’t done yet.

  As a waiter passes by her, she snags a bottle of champagne out from his hands and, moving too fast for someone as drunk as she is, she climbs on top of a table and starts dancing lewdly, bringing the bottle to her lips and allowing the champagne to trickle into her mouth and down her chin and neck, the front of her dress becoming drenched in it and revealing the perky shape of her breasts.

  A few of the men in the crowd whistle and clap their hands, despite their wifes or girlfriends not being too happy with Misty’s show. But, hey, she really did it - her plan is working.

  “This is our chance,” Liam whispers, taking a hold of my arm and leading me across the ballroom. “I’ve got a room in here… And you won’t believe how good the rooms are,” he continues, grinning devilishly at me.

  “The room…? Or the mattress?” I tease, smiling at him and feeling my heart racing inside my chest. After being without him for so many days, every single cell in my body is screaming for that sweet closeness. “Show me,” I continue back at him, nibbling on my lower lip as I imagine all the things we’re going to be doing in just a few minutes.

  “Let’s go then.”

  With that, we sneak through the wide double doors, somehow making it without anyone seeing us. Well, Renee saw us - but all she did was give me a wink and a nod. Like teenagers hiding from their parents, we start running down the Mandarin’s corridors, anxious to have a locked door between us and the rest of the world.

  Ah, love - it isn’t so bad after all.

  41

  Cara

  Like he promised me, the room is really something. But he didn’t bring me here to show me the room, did he? Oh, no, he brought me here so that we could celebrate.

  Taking one step toward me and laying his hands on my waist, Liam pushes me back against the bed. My knees meet the edge of the mattress and I sit down on it; he pushes me on the shoulders and I fall back, the mattress shifting under my weight. I feel my mouth going dry as he climbs on top of me, his biceps bulging under his shirt.

  “I love you, Cara,” he says, his lips just inches away from mine. He’s so close to me that I can almost hear his heart beating. And these three words… Has any sound more beautiful ever been created?

  “I love you too, Liam… Always.”

  “Always,” he repeats, my eyelids drooping as he presses his lips against mine. I feel my hard nipples brushing against the fabric of my bra, aching to be set free, and I pull him by the shirt, forcing him to press his chest against mine. With him on top of me, we kiss in abandonment, all of my desperation and fear from before fading away… It all goes away, and that just with one kiss. I’ve never been one to believe in fairy tales, but Liam… He’s the one, the man I’ve been waiting for all my life. And wherever the road leads, I’m going to walk it by his side.

  I let my fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, my fingertips running over the warm skin on his back; he pulls back from my kiss then, just for the one second that it takes him to pull his shirt off. I swallow hard, the sight of his chest making me wet - I can already feel my thong becoming soaked, my juices seeping through the fabric.

  He places his index finger over my lips, and gently runs it down my chin. I do nothing but look at him, his finger on me making a shiver go up my spine and then down again. He traces the contour of my chin, then going down to my neck and to the side, only stopping when his fingertip meets the straps of my dress on my shoulders. Gently, he pulls the right one down, and then makes the hike toward my left shoulder, doing the same there. I feel the front of my dress becoming looser, but it’s still covering my bra. Still, I breathe in deeply, patiently waiting for his finger to make his way toward my chest - once there, he hooks it on the front of my dress and slowly pulls it down, my black bra jumping into sight.

  Thump, thump, thump - my heart is beating like a war drum, his finger delineating the curve of my breasts against the cups of my bra. Spreading his fingers wide, he slowly flattens the palm of his hand against my right breast, a wave of delight surging through me. The pressure on my nipple is maddening, flames of desire spreading from it toward the rest of my body… God, he’s only grabbing my breast and I’m already breathing hard. Anticipation - never underestimate it.

  “Liam,” I say, just wanting to feel his name on my lips. He looks at me, the dimples around his lips forming as he smiles.

  “I’m right here,” he whispers, hooking his fingers on the cup of my bra and slowly peeling it off. My rosy nipple jumps into freedom, my skin prickling as I anticipate the touch of his fingers.

  I breathe out deeply as he caresses my nipple, tenderly brushing one finger over the aching tip. He circles it with his fingertip, my chest rising and falling as I become oblivious to everything around me, my desire for him the only thing that matters in the whole world. With his thumb and index finger, he presses my nipple, and I moan abruptly, a spark of pleasure flying to my brain.

  He keeps applying that tender pressure until my moan turns into a quivering sound, and then he opens his hand and squeezes my whole breast. I bite my lower lip as he leans in, his slightly parted lips aimed at my nipple - he wraps his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue laps at it. My hands run through his hair, dishevelling it, and I arch my back at the same time, anxious to feel every single inch of his body.

  One hand still on his hair, I let the other fall to my chest, and I push down the cup over my left breast, baring my nipple. I curl my fingers around his hair and guide him to my other breast, his full lips immediately finding the way to my rosy tip. He sucks on it, and then gently nibbles it, that sweet electric spark travelling up and down my spine.

  With my fingers tight on his head I push him down, forcing his mouth against my breast. Just like that, he unleashes all his fury on me, grabbing my breast harshly and sucking as if he needed to do it in order to survive. I’m panting, needing to feel him right now: I raise my hips up from the mattress and, lacing my legs behind his back, I start to grind against him as the hemline of my dress goes up to my waist. He presses down at once, his crotch on mine, and I feel his hard length against my thong, just a few layers of fabric keeping us apart.

  He nibbles at my lower lip and bites on it gently, pulling it back; at the same time, he lets one hand of his slide down my side, and he pulls his crotch up from mine. Then, sneaking in the space between our bodies, his hands runs over my inner thigh and finds my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, and I start to purr and moan, thrusting my hips upward. Flicking his wrist, he rubs my pussy, sharp knifes of pleasure puncturing my mind. Oh, God, this is Heaven.

  Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids as he pushes my thong to the side, his index finger running over the length of my pussy. He presses his hands against my wetness, still rubbing his hand against my pussy as his fingers threaten to go in at any time now. He keeps that threat hanging over me, moving his fingers back up and down but never going for it.

  “Please,” I beg, curling my fingers around his wrist and trying to force him in. He shows me that devilishly sweet grin of his and slides two finger at once, pushing them past my pussy and between my inner walls. I moan loud, his fingertips finding the way to that delirious spot inside of me, a trigger to pleasure. I arch my back as he pushes his finger against it, rubbing my g-spot while, with a turn of his hand, he places his thumb over my clitoris.

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nbsp; My fingers fall from his wrist and, the moment I let go of him, he starts to destroy all of my nerve endings - moving his hand back and forth, he starts to slide his two fingers in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit with the precision of a man that seems to know my body better than I do.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He whispers against my ear, nibbling at it with his perfect white teeth. “It’s going to feel even better,” he continues, sliding a third finger inside of me. I explode, my brain melting inside of my skull as I scream as loud as I can. Oh, it feels so good to be able to scream until my throat hurts and glass shatters. To moan until I ruin my vocal chords and damage my eardrums.

  My hands on his back, I slide them down hurriedly, not even stopping when I meet the hem of his pants. I simply slide them under them the fabric of his trousers, my fingers curling like claws on the hard muscles of his ass cheeks. As soon as he takes his fingers out of me, I pull him in, desperate to feel his thick bulging cock against my burning pussy once more. His crotch pressed tight against mine, I start to grind wildly, swaying my hips completely out of control.

  My fingers climb again to his back and, burying my fingernails on his skin, I claw at him. He doesn’t even respond to it - I’m probably clawing at him so hard that I’m drawing blood but, if he’s in pain, he’s simply not showing it. Or maybe it just makes him harder.

  No warning whatsoever, he rolls to the side, his hands grabbing my arms and pulling me into him. I go after his body, sitting up and climbing on top of him with the agility of desire. Straddling him, I start to sway my hips again, rubbing my pussy against the enormous bulging in his pants. I go fast, and I go hard - and by God, just grinding against him is almost enough to make me come again.