No Promises: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Michelle Love

  Christo smiled his devastating smile at her. “Spread your legs wider for me, beautiful.”

  Noosh did as he asked and Christo took her clit into his mouth, his tongue lashing around the tiny bud. Noosh’s body reacted, writhing, bucking against his face until she came, her cunt flooding with arousal as Christo delved his tongue deep inside her, tasting her with obvious pleasure.

  When he raised his head to kiss her again, she could taste herself on him. His fingers trailed down her belly, gently stroking her. She gazed at him, her hands cradling his face. “I want you inside me,” she whispered, and he nodded, smiling.

  He released her seat belt and swept her into his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and stepped back to strip. Noosh watched him, her eyes sweeping over his magnificent body, the broad shoulders, slim hips, and his thick, long cock, which curved upwards proudly against his belly. He rolled a condom down over it, grinning at her obvious lust, then covered her body with his. He stroked her face. “Now?”

  “Now…please…”

  Noosh wrapped her legs around him as, tantalizingly, he notched his cock into the entrance of her cunt, then waited. She groaned at him, and he laughed. “More?”

  “More…”

  He pushed in a couple of inches. “More?”

  “Christo!” Noosh groaned in frustration.

  He laughed out loud then launched himself deep inside her with one firm thrust. Noosh gasped at the feeling of him filling her so completely, his cock plowing her mercilessly as they fucked. Noosh tilted her hips up so he could go deeper, her back only protesting a little, but she couldn’t care less. She was lost in this man, his hands pinning hers to the bed, his mouth seeking hers hungrily. The sensation of him driving himself so relentlessly into her, seeing how much he wanted her…god, it was intoxicating.

  Noosh was almost delirious with pleasure as Christo dominated her body, his eyes never leaving her face, and when she came, a towering, shattering explosion of pure ecstasy, he was triumphant, victorious as he too climaxed.

  Panting for air, they kissed as they recovered. Christo gathered her to him, holding her tenderly. “Are you mine?”

  Noosh smiled, her eyes full of tears. “I’m yours, forever.” And they began again where they left off.

  Bertie sat in the bar, considering ordering another shot of bourbon, when his associate, a private detective called Alan, clapped him on the back. Bertie greeted him, shaking his hand warmly. Alan had been a business connection his family had held for many years – Alan’s tenacious work ethic and utter professionalism were second to none in the business.

  Bertie ordered them both a drink then raised his eyebrows at his friend. “So, Noosh Taylor. Anything?”

  Alan picked a folder out of his case. “Anoushka Eleanor Taylor, twenty-five next week. A graduate of a high-end college in London – left with top honors. Masters in Communications and Media. Came to New York just under two years ago after she was offered a trainee position with Ally Monroe. Been at the same place ever since, but you knew that. A few boyfriends, nothing long-term, until three years ago when some friends of hers told me she was practically stalked by someone until she gave in and had a tentative relationship with him. That lasted for about a month before she was hospitalized after trying to kill herself. Seems the ‘boyfriend’ – and I use the term loosely – was a psycho who beat her. When she tried to leave him, he threatened to kill her.”

  “Son-of-a-bitch,” Bertie spat. He had grown very fond of Noosh since she had started seeing Christo; both of them had the same silly sense of humor, and they both adored Christo. That was enough for Bertie. “Who was he? I assume we think he’s the man who shot her.”

  “That’s just it.” Alan took a sip of bourbon. “When I tried to find out, I was shut down. Completely, Bertie. Police, lawyers, friends. All of them shut up. That’s unheard of. There’s always a leak, always.”

  Bertie took this in. “So, whoever it was has money, power, influence…enough to show his teeth if anyone spilled. Someone who would kill.”

  “Yup. One thing confuses me. I don’t think this guy – if he is the one who shot your friend – has ever killed before, or at least gotten his own hands dirty.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he left her alive. A professional would have put a bullet in her head or her heart, would have made sure. This was a thrill kill. Shooting a woman in the belly means you want her to know she’s being murdered. She has time to bleed out, maybe even identify her killer before she dies – or survives, thankfully, in this case. Which means Noosh Taylor probably knows who shot her and is scared enough to keep it to herself. I saw the records of her police interviews in the hospital. She swore up and down she didn’t see who it was.”

  Bertie winced. “Poor kid. Imagine living with that fear.”

  Alan nodded sympathetically. “And she is a kid, too. Twenty-five, Bertie, and she’d already seen so much horror.”

  “At least she’s with Christo now. He’ll keep her safe, and he won’t be scared off by anyone. I know Christo – if he finds out who this is…” Bertie’s voice tailed off, his face grim, and Alan nodded.

  “I would give him some advice. Don’t get Fogliano involved.”

  Bertie gave a humorless laugh. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Why do you say that?”

  “Because Fogliano has spies out on Taylor too.”

  Bertie was astonished. “What the hell? How do you know?”

  “Because us private investigators sometimes cross paths when we’re following the same subject.”

  Bertie considered for a moment. “Any chance you can find out why?”

  “I’ll try, but I won’t ask another detective to break his confidentiality code.”

  “That’s fair enough.” Bertie signaled for the check. “Thanks, Alan…god, why on earth is Fog looking into Noosh? I thought he’d washed his hands of Christo. Christo certainly thinks so.”

  “Mr. Montecito Senior isn’t one to let things go, am I right?”

  Bertie hissed in frustration. “Alan, scratch my request. I’m going to the source. I’ll ask Fogliano myself. I want to know why he’s snooping on my best friend’s girl.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Christo walked through the quiet villa, feeling the warm breeze blow through the stone hallways. This place was a find, and he wondered idly how much the owner would sell it to him for. It was perfect, quiet, secluded, and nestled on the side of a cliff over-looking the Mediterranean ocean.

  The last few days had been perfect too. Here, with Noosh, making love or joking around, cooking simple meals together, walking along the beaches down below – it was heaven as far as Christo was concerned. No staff, no one else to interfere with their little haven. Here they loved and laughed, and Noosh was safe.

  Christo had no doubt that this was what he had been looking for all his life. He had never been so happy. He went to look for Noosh now, and found her in the living room, looking out of one of the windows. All she wore was one of his shirts, which fell to her mid-calf, her long dark hair tumbling in waves down her back. Christo stopped at the doorway and watched her.

  “Hey.”

  She turned and gave him the most devastatingly beautiful smile when she saw him. The white shirt was open, revealing her spectacular body, full breasts, flat belly, long legs. Utterly bewitching. Christo went to her and took her in his arms.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips against hers, then he kissed her, feeling her soft lips respond.

  He lifted her up and sat her on the stone window ledge. Noosh wrapped her legs around his hips as he freed his cock from his pants and entered her. Noosh shivered with pleasure as they fucked there, trying to keep their balance but inevitably tumbling to the floor, laughing. Noosh straddled him and guided him back inside her.

  “Come inside me, I want to feel you come,” she whispered with a thrust of her hips, squeezing her vaginal muscles so hard
around his cock that Christo groaned. “Fuck me, Christo.”

  They fucked hard, Noosh wanting to feel his cum fill her. When he came, he pumped his thick creamy seed deep into her and she cried out with delight. Christo flipped her onto her back and fucked her again and again until they were exhausted, laughing, laying side by side on the floor. Christo, panting, kissed her. “It’s a little late to ask now, but are you on birth control?”

  Noosh laughed, nodding. “Oh yes. It was a little reckless of us, but I just needed to feel you come inside me.”

  Christo propped himself up on his shoulder and gazed down at her. “Noosh…if this is too soon, then please say no…but when we get back to New York, would you consider moving in with me?”

  Noosh grinned at him. “I’m practically living with you anyway, so yes, Christo, I would love to.”

  Elated, Christo kissed her until she laughingly protested that she couldn’t breathe. Noosh stroked her hand down his chest and then smoothed his cheeks with her thumbs. “I wish we could stay here forever. Just you and me.”

  “Say the word and it’s done, but you have your career to think of.” He smiled then frowned when he saw her expression cloud over. “What is it, baby?”

  Noosh hesitated for a long moment. “I’m a bit persona non grata at work at the moment.”

  Christo was surprised. “They adore you.”

  “Not at the moment. I turned down an opportunity, and it could affect the whole station.”

  Christo sat up, and Noosh followed suit. Christo pulled his shirt around her. “Why would you turn it down?”

  “Because it would involve working closely with someone I dislike. Intensely.”

  Christo’s eyebrows shot up. “Who?”

  He noticed the tiny hesitation before she answered. “A politician. Destry Papps.”

  Christo felt like he’d been slapped, and his anger roiled inside him. “That bastard.”

  It was Noosh’s turn to look surprised. “You know him?” She checked herself. “Of course you know him, he’s a presidential candidate.”

  “No, I’ve known him for years. Or rather, I knew him years ago, but I don’t expect he’s improved in the inte –”

  He was cut off as Noosh pressed her lips to his, fiercely, and he tightened his arms around her, laughing softly when she broke away. “What was that for?”

  Noosh grinned. “Because everyone else seems to think the sun shines out of his arse. I can’t stand the bloke.”

  Christo smiled, but he had the feeling she wasn’t telling him everything. “So, why don’t you like him? Apart from his obvious douchbagginess – what? That’s a word.”

  Noosh laughed, and to him, she seemed lighter than she had been indays – as if a weight had been lifted by him disliking the politician as much as she did. “I’ll let you have it, until our dotage and we’re playing Scrabble, then no way.”

  “I like the sound of ‘our dotage.’” He pressed his lips to her throat and she tangled her fingers in his dark curls.

  “Of course,” she deadpanned, “you’ll get there way before me.”

  Christo wrestled her back to the floor as she shrieked with laughter. “Just for that, you ain’t getting the D tonight,” he drawled in a dreadful New Jersey accent, and she grinned, reaching down to cup his already stiffening cock.

  “Oh yeah?” She was already wrapping her legs around his waist and guiding him inside her.

  “Yeah, this is you not getting the D,” he said, laughing as he thrust deep into her velvety cunt, watching her cheeks flush with pleasure, her big brown eyes, so chocolatey and warm, and full of adoration for him. God, he loved this woman, but he was terrified of scaring her off. Which was why instead of telling her he would die for her, he kissed her until neither of them could breathe and made love to her long into the night.

  It was only later that he realized she hadn’t answered his question about Destry Papps, and he wondered again why his love would hate a man she’d never met so much.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Simple,” she told him the next morning at breakfast. She waved a piece of melon around as she spoke. “He wants to use my shooting to shill for his half-arsed campaign for stopping gun violence against women, and I don’t believe for a second he’s genuine. Arrogant wanker. So, he isn’t going to get to use me to help him. Arse. Hole.”

  Christo grinned at her cursing but seemed satisfied with her answer. Noosh felt a wash of relief – he believed her. She’d known he hadn’t been satisfied with her answer yesterday, and mind-blowing sex could only distract him for so long. She loved that he cared enough to be angry for her, and the gratitude and relief she’d felt when he sided with her about Destry had been overwhelming. She wondered about Christo’s past history with Destry but didn’t worry about it. She just enjoyed the fact that Christo felt the same way she did.

  She smiled at Christo now. He was wearing a simple cheesecloth top, which highlighted his golden olive skin and green eyes. His dark curls were wild about his head, his beard growing wild too. She leaned over and rubbed her chin against it. “Sexy.”

  Christo laughed. “I know you are.”

  “Ha ha. How the hell were you single when I met you? You? Have you seen yourself?”

  Christo rolled his eyes. “Because I hadn’t met you yet.”

  “Good answer.” She cupped his cheek in her hand. “I’m doggone crazy ‘bout cha.”

  Christo burst out laughing. “Was that your attempt at an American accent?”

  Noosh pretended to sulk. “Noooo…”

  “It was. It totally was.”

  Noosh started to laugh with him. “Well, let’s hear your British accent then, smart arse.”

  Christo grinned widely. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Taylor. I’m Christofalo, and I, too, am crazy about you.” His accent was flawless, and Noosh gaped at him. Christo smirked.

  “Chip, chip, chipper.”

  Noosh made a mock-disappointed face. “You ruined it.”

  “I took it too far?”

  “You did.”

  Christo sighed. “Perhaps, then, some sort of punishment is probably in order.”

  Noosh squirmed in excitement. “For me or you?”

  Although they had talked about experimenting with BDSM, they had yet to try it, reveling instead in making love as often as they could between talking and getting to know each other. Now, though, Noosh was excited about the thought of being bound by him, whipped or paddled, or doing the same to him. She wanted to explore everything that made him happy.

  Christo’s smile widened. “Well, I’ll flip you for it, but the beauty of being a switch is that you can change your mind like that.” He clicked his fingers, but then his smile faded. He leaned forward and took her hands. “But if you say stop, we stop. That’s what a safe word is for, baby. I hope you trust me to stop if you ask, but I will always insist on the safe word. It removes any doubt.”

  “I have no doubts about you, Christo. Not one.” Her voice, already a whisper, shook a little, and she was afraid he’d think she was scared, but instead he pressed his lips to hers.

  “We take this slow, baby, so you can get a feel for what you like, or what you don’t.”

  She swept a hand through his curls. “What do we start with?”

  “Some light bondage? I could simply tie your hands behind you to start, bend you over the window ledge of our bedroom, fuck you from behind.”

  Noosh felt her sex tighten with excitement. “Maybe you could use a crop on me? On my bum?”

  “You are adorable. Yes, I will use a crop on your…bum…if you like.”

  Noosh looked sheepish. “Bum isn’t a sexy word, is it? How about if I tell you to ream my cunt so hard that I scream your name so loud the people of Greece will hear it.”

  Christo looked impressed. “Wow, you really changed it up there.”

  “Does it work for you?”

  He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his rock-hard cock. “What do you think?
”

  Noosh squeezed his cock through his pants. “I think we should stop talking about it and get busy.”

  Christo offered her his hand. “One last thing – the safe word.”

  Noosh thought for a second. “Dragonfly.”

  Christo nodded approvingly. “Nice. Remember, if you’re ever scared and you need me to stop, or need my help, just say it. I want you to enjoy what we’re going to do.”

  Noosh pressed her lips to his. “Yes…sir.”

  Christo grinned and began to unbutton her dress. Exposing her breast, he dipped his head and began to suck on her nipple, flicking his tongue around the nub. His hands slid up her thighs, encountering bare skin. He looked up and his mouth curved up into a smile. Noosh grinned.

  “I thought, why bother with panties?”

  “Why indeed. Straddle me, gorgeous.”

  She did ask he asked and he supported her as he pushed her dress up. “Your cunt is the most beautiful thing,” he said, “so pink and lush.” His voice was gravelly with desire, and he slipped two fingers inside her and began to rub, searching for her g-spot. She cupped his face, but he shook his head, smiling. “I’m doing all the touching, baby girl.”

  Noosh made a face, but the laughed softly. Christo’s thumb was stroking a rhythm over her clit, and his eyes were fixed on hers. Noosh felt the power of his machismo, of his control over her, and when he suddenly pinched her clit hard, she gasped and came, giggling at the surprise of it. Her cunt flooded with arousal and Christo pressed hard on her g-spot, making her orgasm again in quick succession.

  She recovered, panting. “God, you’re incredible.”

  Christo fisted her long hair in his hand and tugged her head back to kiss her throat. The pain of her hair pulling was brief, but it sent thrills through her body. “I’m yours…”

  “You better believe you are.” He bit down on her shoulder, hard, not hard enough to break the skin, but Noosh saw he left a mark.

  “Please…fuck me. Fuck me hard…hurt me…”

  Christo gave a growl, and in a flash he had thrown her over his shoulder and was marching towards their bedroom.