Billionaire Erotic Romance Boxed Set: 7 Steamy Full-Length Novels

by Priscilla West

  So his mother left, then his wife left. And now here I was, sitting next to him in a limo in France. With a contract. Someone who couldn’t leave him. I wanted to put my arms around him and kiss him and tell him I wasn’t going anywhere, but I doubted he wanted sympathy. His presence at that moment had an intensity unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He looked vulnerable and raw, but that exposure was not of a precious center but something more violent.

  I snuck my head under his arm and put my ear to his chest. After a moment’s hesitation, he squeezed me to him very tightly. I was amazed at the strength he had in just that one arm. It was almost uncomfortable, but more than anything I felt safe in his embrace.

  “I’m going to fuck you when we get back to the hotel,” he said without a hint of emotion. I looked up at him, the mass of the updo I had worn to the ball pushing into his arm and restricting my head’s movement. I wriggled free of his arm and studied his face. He looked like a statue.

  “Yes, Sir. Okay.” What was he going to do once we got back to the room? Tie me up? Blindfold me? Spank me? Did I deserve to be spanked? I began getting wet as I realized I didn’t even know all the possibilities.

  After a moment he turned to me and nodded, then pulled me back in close to him. As he turned to look out my window, I saw a blue flash in his eyes.

  Before long, the limo slowed to a stop in front of the hotel. Victor got out before Henri could open the door for him. He walked over to my side of the car, opened the door, and took me by my hand forcefully. Without saying anything, he led me into the hotel, passed the reception desk, and punched the UP button by the elevator. I trembled being so close to him, wondering what would happen once we got to the room. Stewing in his bad mood, he had an animal sexuality clawing out from his fancy evening suit that amplified the tension between us.

  When the elevator door opened, we waited for a few people to trickle out before he guided me inside. He followed after me and quickly pressed our floor number. I heard a dull ding before the door closed. As soon as it had, he was on me, kissing my mouth but then quickly moving down to my neck and chest. His hand travelled roughly up my leg until he found my wet panties. Using his other hand, he picked me up so I could sit on the gold railing along the elevator wall. I clasped my hands around his neck for balance and dug my nails in just under his hair when he began moving his fingers in slow circles on my pussy through my underwear.

  Within seconds my panties went from wet to soaked. Victor moved from kissing my neck up to my ear. “You’re ready for me already,” he said, sliding a finger around the side of my underwear and into my slit easily.

  I reached down to his crotch and found his cock was nearly bursting through his pants. “Looks like I’m not the only one.”

  Giving me a hard kiss on the mouth, he brought me down from the rail and pivoted around me, shoving me against the other side of the elevator with his hand gripping my torso.

  “Sir, not here!” I gasped. “Someone will see us!”

  “Let me worry about that,” he grunted. “I want you now.”

  His hand worked around my waist until my emerald green dress was bunched soft over my hips. I reached behind me to grab his thick wrist under his jacket just long enough to know his pulse was pounding. He ripped it away from my grasp and pulled my panties down to my feet with startling expertise before pulling my hips back hard to him so I was bent over. My hands shot out to grip the railing. I had just closed my grip around the rail when he entered me.

  He was rock hard and forceful. A bolt of desire shot from my core up to my mouth and I let out a quiet moan as he began to pound against me urgently. His energy was manic and almost frightening; he seemed barely in control of this outpouring of sexual energy. I managed to position my body a little closer to the wall so I had better balance to withstand his onslaught but even then my legs still felt like jelly, my arms little better.

  I stifled another moan as my heart pounded at the thought of the elevator door opening and having someone see my bare ass and Victor’s cock in plain view. I turned my head to track the elevator’s progress with the numbers lighting up above the door, praying nothing would light up twice and signal the elevator slowing down before we got to our floor. Why hadn’t he just waited a little longer?

  Realization swirled in my head: he was taking his frustration out on me. For an instant this was upsetting, but at the next my body was relishing the feeling of his cock, of his hand squeezing my breasts, and of his hot breath against my neck. I pushed hard back into his pelvis, feeling him crash into the end of me. If he wanted to take his frustration out on me then I was happy to let him.

  After a minute of pushing back in rhythm with his thrusts, I knew I was close. I tensed as I realized we were still in the elevator, and bit my lip, trying to hold my orgasm back. The impact of his pounding reverberated throughout me, digging my teeth deeper into my lip. He said he would worry about it. Let him.

  I came as soon as I relaxed, my pussy throbbing hard around his cock once and again as I felt the movement of the elevator stop at our floor. I wiped away the tears that came to my eyes quickly so I could see behind me. When the doors opened nobody was there. I sighed in thanks.

  Victor pulled his cock away from me for a moment to guide me out of the elevator and to back me up against the wall in front of the elevators, his forearm pressed firmly across my collarbone.

  Afraid someone might see us, I reached down to pull up my panties and fix my dress, but he grabbed my wrist. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled. His cock was still exposed, protruding hard and long from his undone fly. He moved his hand to cup my ass and lifted me up against the wall, my legs opening wide around his and wrapping around his waist. I watched over his shoulder as the elevator dinged and closed its doors. It had only made it down one floor when he entered me again.

  I rocked my head back so I could see his face as he thrust against me. His eyes raged blue like the fire in a blazing furnace, but there was no compassion, no enjoyment, no connection. Just a bundle of frustrated energy. The sophisticated man from earlier that night had been replaced by a wounded animal fighting for its life. I would never be able to look at Victor the same way again. Being this close to him when he was this raw, this out of control, this primal, was unbelievably arousing. I clawed my hands around his back and reached up to his shoulders near his neck, digging my nails into his skin through the thin tuxedo shirt under his jacket, just trying to hang on. A moment later, like an onrushing train, I came again. My vision went blurry until I closed my eyes. I clenched even tighter around him, my legs now squeezing his waist with each burst of ecstasy.

  A moment later he came. I moaned softly as I felt his hot seed release deep inside me. He withdrew and let me down. Slowly, I regained my feet . He composed himself quickly. I just had time to pull my panties up and pat down my dress before the elevator opened to let an elderly couple out.

  They nodded to us briefly before heading slowly to their own room. I had to bite back a laugh as I wondered whether they could guess what had just happened. I looked at Victor to see if he was sharing in my amusement but his face was still as intense as it had been moments before. He took me by my hand firmly and led the way to our room without a word.

  Inside, the hotel penthouse was chilly, and I immediately folded my arms over my body to stave off goosebumps. One of the big windows had been left wide open, allowing the cool night air of Paris to wash over every corner of the room. Victor hated having the room stuffy when we returned from outings, although I preferred warmth as opposed to this chilliness.

  He walked over to the window to close it before taking off his tie, jacket, and shirt. He draped them carelessly over the bed posts.

  “We leave tomorrow,” he said before lying down on the bed, his pants still on. He turned his head away from me as he closed his eyes.

  I stood staring at him for a few minutes, taking in his long, muscular body, his tightly sculpted chest and torso, the slow rise and fall of
his breath. Outwardly he may seem strong, sure, and able-bodied, but I was beginning to see that inside turmoil raged that he could scarcely control. What had just happened was on the very edge of that control. Staring into the abyss of Victor’s inner chaos left me confused, aroused, and a little scared.

  I stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the light. My legs were still covered in evidence of our tryst in the elevator, and I carefully took off my dress to avoid staining it. Victor wouldn’t care if I ruined the garment, but even though I was given a new dress almost every day of our trip, I still cherished every piece of clothing I received—I hadn’t owned anything so nice in my life as far as I could remember. I took the jewel drops from my ears and from around my neck and set them next to the sink before turning on the shower.

  Stepping in, I let the warm water wash over my body as I thought about the night’s events. Was being with Victor always going to be like this? Was he comparing me to Evelyn? Was I just another pretty girl to be had in elevators when he got frustrated? I shook my head. There was just so much to process.

  A scent of lavender filled the shower as I lathered up a bar of soap and covered my arms and legs in white suds. It was strange. I had been so independent when I lived out in the streets, and it only took one man to completely strip that away. And it wasn’t even the contract I had signed that made me helpless to his will; I was completely entranced by him. One small touch from him made me weak; it made me want him to seize my body so I would be entirely overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave me. He had been out of control tonight, yes, but the sheer animal energy he had penned up inside him was as dangerous and exciting as the control and dominance he normally exerted on his surroundings—and on me.

  I spent a good half hour in the shower, letting the water pucker my skin, and trying to let my confusion and self doubt wash down the drain. I turned the water off and watched the goosebumps return on my arms and legs. After quickly drying off, I slipped on a red silk nightgown and brushed out my long hair; the dampness made it to look like darkened honey. I styled it into one thick braid and threw it over my back.

  I could hear Victor’s steady breathing as I walked out of the bathroom. He was sprawled out so that his arm was outstretched over to my side of the bed as he slept. I tiptoed over and nestled in next to him, pulling the covers up over us and resting my head on a spot between his rippling muscles as though it were a pillow.

  Sleep did not come easily to me. Usually our event-filled days in Paris left me exhausted by the time we would return to our hotel room, but tonight I was tossing back and forth. My mind kept returning to Evelyn and the effect she had had on Victor’s usual calm control. What about her threw him that far off his axis? Would he eventually get over it?

  After a while, Victor shifted around for a moment before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer until I was pressed up against his warm body. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding in. With his arm still around me I shifted to a more comfortable position and closed my eyes to sleep. This time it came quickly.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Birds chirping outside the window woke me up the next morning. I rolled over to my side to find that Victor wasn’t beside me anymore. Confusion reigned for a moment until I heard the hiss of the showerhead turning on in the bathroom. I wrapped myself between the cool sheets and reveled in their soft feel, which was unlike Victor’s rough and demanding touch in the elevator the night before. Last night had been about his frustration over Evelyn rather than his desire for me.

  After trying to soak up the luxury of the sheet’s softness for a moment more, I threw them from the bed in agitation and got up quickly, desperate to quell my nagging thoughts. I pulled on a complimentary robe before cracking the sliding glass door and stepping out to the balcony.

  It was still early; the air had a brisk chill from the night before and greeted me as I walked over to the railing. The coolness rejuvenated my senses and I breathed in deeply, allowing the morning air to sit in my lungs and cause a calmness to settle over me. The feeling of doubt and the unknown still gnawed in my chest, but I didn’t want it to disrupt this peaceful time in a city I had grown to love.

  I heard the glass door open followed by footsteps. Victor stood next to me in his own robe, his arms leaning against the railing as he looked at the cityscape below. He smelled of aftershave and cologne. It was the same scent that I had smelled on the leather coat I wore when I first entered his life. The smell brought back memories of a tired, frightened, and naïve girl that had been dropped off at a mansion in California just a few months ago. Who would have thought I would be standing here now, on a penthouse balcony in Paris?

  “I’m sorry about yesterday.”

  His voice drew me from my thoughts, but I continued to stare down at the tiny forms of cars and people on the sidewalk as I registered his words. I hadn’t expected that. Was he actually apologizing to me?

  “What happened at the party made me angry, and I took it out on you.” He placed his hand in the groove of my waist, sending a shiver down my spine.

  He paused. “Did I hurt you?”

  I considered his question for a moment; yes, I was hurt that he had used me to vent his frustrations over another woman, but an apology from him was no small feat. “No, you just caught me off guard. But I’m not upset. I always enjoy you touching me.”

  He furrowed his brow and looked away from me. “Next time I’d rather be in a better state of mind,” he said, as though he had read my thoughts from last night. “Even if you did enjoy it.” He put his arm on my shoulder. “And one more thing. The rest of the contract stands until it expires, but you don’t have to call me ‘Sir’. I think that’s part of why I acted the way I did last night.”

  I pondered it for a moment. “But I like calling you Sir.”

  “Well, okay. But just so you know, you don’t have to. The rest, though—” His hand moved down my torso and he dragged his fingertips along the waistline of my panties. My skin seemed to ignite at his touch, and I instinctively clenched my hands to his robe as he slid his hand beneath my underwear to explore the folds of me. Warmth emanated from between my legs as I moved my body towards his hand, eager for the pressure of his fingers against my clit.

  “God you’re so sensuous,” he whispered as he wrapped his other arm around me, his fingers dipping into my pussy. I sighed as I felt my wetness greet his fingers. My body was already tensing up, and a fiery pressure was burning in my lower half that I was desperate to release. As if he could sense that I was reaching my climax, he pulled his fingers from me and cupped my naked breast. I felt my knees go weak as he took the tip of my breast in his mouth, rolling his tongue along my hardening nipple.

  “Oh, Sir,” I breathed, pressing my body against his; I opened up his robe so that I could feel his bare skin against mine. He was wearing nothing underneath, and his cock was already erect. I began to massage the slick length of it as he bit my nipple eagerly, the slight pain from his clenched teeth causing my pussy to throb.

  “Do you want my fingers inside you, Dove?” he asked as he pulled his face from my chest.

  “Yes,” I breathed as I ran my hand along his cock. He shoved his fingers back into me and began to work my pussy, sliding them out to stroke my clit and then slipping them back in again. The pressure between my legs grew. I spread my legs farther, opening myself up to his fingers, and pushed myself against his hand. He delved deeper inside me, brushing against a delicious spot, and I gasped as the tingling feeling in my core reached its breaking point. I orgasmed in throbbing little bursts. “Oh, oh Victor,” I cried, gripping his cock tighter in my hand as my pussy contracted.

  “Dove,” he said softly as he pulled his fingers from me. I leaned into him, trying to regain my strength. “Get down on your knees and take me in your mouth.” I knelt down, hoping to make him feel as I did. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his shaft coyly and worked him with my hands. As his grip on my robe tightened, I took him into my mouth
, enveloping the width of him with my tongue and sucking gently. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, moving his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust until he hit the back of my throat.

  One of my greatest pleasures was making him moan; it was one of the few times I knew I was in control of how he felt, and he did so now, a low and gravelly rumble that seemed to come from the center of him. He grabbed my braid and pulled it back, forcing my head up to look at his blazing blue eyes. I couldn’t look away; his gaze was magnetic. I found myself wanting to know what lay beyond those peculiar blue eyes. What was it that he had hidden deep within him? I want to know all of you, Victor. His eyes lingered on me for a moment as he thrust one final time. His cum filled my mouth, and my tongue tingled from its warmth. I swallowed when he was finished and grasped at his muscled legs, my body absolutely spent.

  “Stand up, Dove.” I did and he immediately embraced me, holding me tight against his chest as his hand rested on the back of my head. He pulled me away for a minute to kiss me passionately on the lips. I reciprocated eagerly, running my tongue around the inside of his mouth. He tasted of peppermint toothpaste, as well as something that was entirely him.

  He kissed my forehead and held me as the birds continued their morning song. We were silent for a few moments before he spoke. “Did you enjoy Paris?”

  “It was…” I trailed off, at a loss for words to describe the past few weeks, “life-changing. But I don’t think that even begins to describe my time here.”

  “You’ve changed since we arrived here. I’m surprised by how quickly you’ve adapted to this lifestyle.”

  “Were you thinking I was a lost cause?” I teased.