Her Dirty Rival (Insta-Love on the Run Book 2)

by Bella Love-Wins

  I feel the scorching heat of his skin moments before his naked, ripped, muscular body straddles me, and lowers on my hips and upper legs.

  He leans forward. My stomach flutters from the feel of his rigid length so close to my core.

  “Are you ready for me?” he whispers into my ear, causing me to swallow hard.

  He doesn’t move his lips from their spot. They’re less than an inch from my ear, hovering, kicking off a reaction all through my body. I can’t answer. I just can’t. I’m not supposed to be ready. He puts his hand through my hair and begins to nibble on my ear lobes. My body has a mind of its own. I’m soaking wet between my legs from this proximity, and from his throbbing cock that presses against my belly. I want to curl my arms and legs around him, but I can barely lift my head, let alone move.

  I gasp when he grips the hair at the back of my head into his fist. “What the fuck was that for?” I demand.

  “I want an answer, Riley. Are you ready for me or not?”

  I shudder. He’s daring me. I can’t say no, even if I wanted to. I don’t want to say yes, because no man deserves to have that power over me, especially not this particular man. Still, the fact that he wants to know leads me to believe my answer somehow matters to him. In the midst of all this rationalization, his grip on my hair tightens some more.

  “Yes!” I blurt out.

  “Yes, and?” he asks.

  “Yes, I’m ready.”

  “Yes, I’m ready and?” With each question, his fist tightens some more.

  “I don’t know what you’re asking of me,” I admit, eyes snapped shut from the pain he causes on my scalp.

  “I want you to call my name. Every time you speak to me or answer me. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Malcolm,” I mumble through clenched teeth.

  “Good.” He releases my hair and runs a scorching hot finger down my stomach, stopping only when it reaches my clit. “You’re wet as fuck. Tell me, who’s turning you on right now, Riley?”

  “You are, Malcolm,” I whisper, half-whimpering from his skilled touch along my folds.

  I don’t mean it this time. Not in the way he wants me to. Christ, are all arrogant billionaires with massive dicks this needy for validation? I want to tell him I’m turning myself on, but I’d be lying. Of course, he’s turning me on right now. His hand is massaging my pussy, he’s a smoking hot man, and his massive cock is rubbing against my stomach. Something would have to be wrong with me to not be turned on right now. Never mind that I enjoy sex the way some people like coffee—dark, bold, hot, and able to keep me up for hours. A day or two of submission to this man only has more meaning because of who he is. The ropes around my ankles may be a bit much, but even that I don’t mind. A part of me wants to see this game through, and my being mouthy or resistant will only prolong it.

  Going down against a wall.

  Malcolm’s weight shifts. He’s moving down the bed. The feel of his hot breath as it travels down my stomach takes my mind off its current track. My toes curl from the mental image of his lips trailing along my skin, and when his tongue flattens to my clit, I purr out a whimper and tilt my head up. My knees turn outward as Malcolm grips my inner thighs. Overcome with a primal need to run my hands through his hair and grind on his face, I wrench my hands upward, forgetting about the ropes around my wrists. The movement jerks the headboard. He stops. That’s not the response I expect. It’s more contact that I need, not less.

  He groans out a laugh, and just as I’m about to tell him none of this is funny, his lips and tongue and teeth make contact with my pussy, all at the same time. Malcolm brutally devours me. He sucks my clit, dipping his tongue past my folds into my soaking wet center. He groans and grunts as he feasts on me, awakening my core, building my need and pleasure to a level that drives me wild. I can’t stop my legs from shaking or my hips from bucking and rolling. He grasps my hips and pulls me harder to his mouth. I lose all control. A wave of heat, pleasure and sparks burst out from my core, taking me under and pelting me straight to my climax. The pulsing at my inner walls makes me desperate to be filled.

  Malcolm continues to consume my clit, and when he sinks two fingers inside me, my orgasm expands and takes over my entire body. I’m suddenly turned into a quaking, near-screaming mass of nerves that can no longer think. I rock and ride his fingers and mouth as he pounds into me hard. His fingers curl up and lash my G-spot with every thrust. God, I want to scream, to call out his name and revel in the moment, but I’m holding back. Even now as my climax takes me to that timeless, blissful destination, a little voice keeps telling me not to enjoy myself too much. It’s wrong to give him that kind of satisfaction when I’m not here completely of my own volition.

  He pulls away from me. I already miss his hot tongue and deft fingers when the crinkle of a condom gets a sliver of my attention. I barely get a breath in. Malcolm’s hands slip under my ass and in the next instant he buries his thick, throbbing cock all the way to the root. The groan he lets out as he fills me makes my skin crave him. I want him to kiss my neck, suck my breasts, or claim my mouth while he drills in and out of me.

  He changes the angle by gripping my waist, picking up speed. The sound of his balls slapping my ass each time he pumps into me is so wild and raw, I can’t ignore the sound or the way it seems to make my inner walls tense each time they hit the same spot. Pretty soon, the rush of another peak is in sight, and again, my hands jerk upward in its attempt to hold onto something as I fly into nirvana.

  Malcolm is not far behind me. He rolls and thrusts his hips wildly until his body stiffens, and the heat of his eruption warms my womb as he comes hard. Our breaths are ragged now. Our movements are still rhythmic as we slow down and finally rest.

  His chest relaxes onto mine. Our foreheads touch. I don’t have the will to tell him I still want more. All of a sudden, he removes my blindfold. Our eyes lock. I should be embarrassed, enraged, or at least self-conscious. I’m not. It’s not just the post-climactic bliss, and to be honest, I’m not sure I want to define it. All I know for certain is that I feel…good.

  Chapter 9

  Malcolm

  One by one, I remove the ropes from her red, sore ankles and wrists. She has not paid enough yet, but seeing the marks the ropes have made on her body does nothing to excite or thrill me.

  Riley sits up and stretches out her arms. “I don’t know about you, but that was the shortest thirty-something hours I’ve ever lived through.” She pulls the sheets up over her breasts. “I guess time flies when, well… you know.”

  “That’s because you’ve only been here for four hours or so. Do those rope burns hurt?” I ask, taking one of her hands in mine to take a closer look.

  The pretty little hellcat slaps my hand away. “No need to put on the bleeding heart act. I’m good.”

  I ignore her defensive tone and get back into bed beside her.

  “Get on top and ride, gingersnap.”

  Moaning, she lifts up and straddles my legs. She finds my hands and place them over her breasts, massaging both my fingers and her breasts at the same time. Once Riley is satisfied that I’m fondling her flesh the right way, she rolls her hips, rubbing her wet heat along my rigid shaft. A condom is in her hand and ripped open before I notice her move. Mind you, I’m occupied with her breasts, which fill my hands so perfectly that it takes a bit more effort than normal to raise my head and capture her nipples in my mouth one by one.

  She arches forward at my touch, hands now in her hair as she starts to lose it. I grind out a demand against the flesh of her breast, commanding her to slow down. I’m not inside of her yet. She slides her hips back and finds my cock to roll on the condom. Wrapping her arms around my head and neck, Riley uses her knees to rock forward. Before long, my cock head is surging past her folds as she lowers down along my shaft.

  My pelvis moves on its own, tilting up to meet her movements. I fill her so deeply she lets out a gasp each time I hit a spot deep in her core. She rolls her hips, taking me
further. I pick up the pace. My lips slip from her nipple to give her more room to move. I’m lost watching her bounce on my cock, breasts bobbing as her opening clenches the base of my shaft.

  Riley is so close, I can see the climax beginning to distort her expression. I help her along by using my thumb to flick her clit. The extra contact has her body pulsing and her breaths short and punchy, until she snaps her eyes shut and whimpers. Her weakened, quivering body stiffens as she loses herself in this orgasm. Her hips rock forward for a while, and soon slow down until she falls forward on my chest. Her body is so still and peaceful, I let her rest a while.

  “What’s your plan for the rest of my time as your sex slave?” she asks the moment her breathing comes back under control. “Let me guess. Whips? Ball gags? A sex swing? No, wait. I know. Put a collar on me, attach a long, shiny chain, and show me off to your billionaire buddies. Please, Malcolm.”

  “Enough with the sarcasm,” I tell her.

  Lifting her off me, I ease out of bed and head over to the bathroom.

  I can keep her here all night and all day tomorrow. That’s what my dick wants, but instant gratification doesn’t tend to lend itself to anything beyond the horizon. I dispose of the condom, throw a towel around my waist, and return to stand at the side of the bed.

  It’s time to come clean with the highlights of where things stand. The high points include the fact that no charges will be laid against her. Her friends have already been released. She will be offered the articling position. The offer is good, as long as she follows through with the public apology, and the return of all documentation she’s gathered about our linkage to the two energy companies.

  I relate my update to that effect. Her mouth drops open, and stays that way for a solid twenty seconds.

  Riley scratches her head. “Alexander Industries wants me to work for them. Me? Are you sure I’m not missing something?”

  “Positive.”

  “Why would they do that? I mean why would you do that? It is your family’s company after all. What’s the logic?”

  “Isn’t is enough that you’re an astute law student with real passion to affect future change?” I ask, not ready to give her anything more. Overwhelming her too quickly will scare the hell out of her. I’m also trying to demonstrate some goodwill here.

  “Oh yeah. Right.”

  I head to the bedroom door and turn to face her. “You’re free to go,” I announce, pointing to her belongings. “One of the drivers will take you home.”

  She gives me a skeptical sideways glance. “What? Is this some kind of trick?”

  “No. I assure you it’s not.” I nod at the night table. “I left my card over there. Contact me after the holidays. I’ll get my assistant to arrange a start date with legal.”

  She stares at me, silently assessing me from across the room. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” When I don’t answer, she slowly crawls off the bed and picks up her clothes. “I need a few minutes,” she says, and steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Her quick return to the room a minute later, and fully clothed too, tells me she does not want to take a chance that I’ll change my mind.

  On her way out, she stops in front of me and stares up into my eyes. It takes all my will not to drag her back into my arms and carry her right back into that bed to finish what I started.

  “Are you sure?” she asks for good measure.

  I nod.

  “I don’t know what to make of these developments, but… thank you.”

  I’m tempted to tell her that I should be thanking her, but I don’t. “It was great meeting you, Miss Hampton.”

  “Same to you.” Riley begins to leave, but stops short in the doorway and looks back at me. “I should be running out of here like a bat out of hell.”

  “So why aren’t you?”

  “Honestly? A few reasons. I also get the distinct impression you have something weighing on your mind that you want to share with me.”

  Riley is right on the money. There’s nothing else I’d rather do right this second than unburden myself to her. My decision to let her leave now lays the groundwork for building a bridge of trust between us. No matter what’s going on in my head or my chest, I just can’t presume that there’s room to take a leap of faith so fast.

  “What am I missing here?” she pushes. “Tell me. Give me something. Anything.”

  “Merry Christmas to you and yours,” I say with resolve.

  “Thanks. Have a great holiday.” With a nod, she steps into the hallway and I watch her leave.

  Taking a shower helps clear my head. I grab my things and head up to my private suite for a change of clothes. It’s time to go back to the office. I’m on my way out of the clubhouse when my phone buzzes. I slide it out of my pocket.

  The message reads, “Mr. Alexander. This is Miss Hampton.”

  I reply with, “You took my business card. Good move.”

  “Do you want to know something?”

  “Yes.”

  “If I come back, I’ll be there of my own free will.”

  I smile and hop in the back of the waiting town car. “Perhaps.”

  “Or how about this instead? 35 Morningside, Apt 503, Buzzer 768.”

  There it is. It takes two to build a bridge, and she has just laid one plank on the other side.

  “Sure. When?”

  “How about now?”

  “It’s one in the afternoon.”

  “Shut up and get over here.”

  Chapter 10

  Malcolm

  Several Hours Later

  Riley is in her element here in her apartment. From the moment she opened the door and let me in, the energy ricocheting between us is at an all-time high. It’s been hours. I’ve had her at her front door, on her couch, and on the side of her bed. Each time, we barely recover and she informs me that she wants more.

  I tell her to get on all fours, and she crawls up the bed, still panting. Climbing between her legs, I find another condom, roll it on, and grasp the back of her neck. Her body tilts to one side so she can look back at me. Her eyes drift down my body, and she bites down on her bottom lip as though she’s checking me out for the first time. I give her ass a quick slap to see how she reacts. Riley is startled, but the hiss she releases from her lips makes it clear that she likes it. I do it again, harder this time. She moans out a plea for more. I deliver three hot, sharp quick slaps in succession. She lowers her head to the pillow near her face and pushes back, nestling her round, full ass around my cock. It pulses and stiffens. I can’t hold out anymore.

  Grasping her hips with both hands, it only takes a slight movement for the tip of my cock to make contact with her ass cheeks. I line up with her dripping wet center, moving slowly until my tip touches her opening. Riley reaches a hand back, searching along my pelvis until she reaches my shaft. She palms my cock and guides me along her folds. I line up with her entrance and plunge inside of her in one rough, punishing thrust, just the way we both like it. She cries out, returning her hands to the mattress to support her torso as I withdraw all the way out and drive inside her once more, and again.

  Riley arches and lowers her back, changing the angle each time I enter her. If she keeps this up, there is no way I will last for too long. I release her hips. One hand reaches forward and cups her mound to hold her in place. My other hand glides back, covering the top of her ass cheeks. I delve inside of her, and this time, I press one finger into her asshole at the same time. Her muscles tighten, gripping my finger and shaft as she begins to convulse. I don’t stop. Every thrust is faster and more forceful, and soon, she cries out my name, coating my cock with wet heat, taking me with her as she hits another peak. Emptying inside her, I continue to grind and rock my hips. I remove my finger slowly, gripping her pussy for leverage, still reveling in the massage her tremoring channel produces on my shaft.

  Riley doesn’t take long to collapse on the bed, pulling me with her. She’s completely spent, but pats the spot on the
bed beside her.

  “Can I get you a drink?” she asks.

  “No. You rest. I’ll grab us some water.”

  “I was thinking more along the lines of a coffee.” She moans out a raspy laugh and rolls to her side, facing me. “You’re not done with me yet.”

  “I’ll try to keep that in mind when you start articling with legal.”

  Riley absently traces her finger down my upper arms. I can’t tell her that even such an innocent touch from her will rev me up again. “Tell me the truth. You made that happen. Am I right?”

  “It was my father’s decision, but he may have been more open to my ideas than at other times.”

  “Why do you think that is?”

  “He’s not always an unreasonable man.”

  She grins. “I’ll be the judge of that…unless I don’t last more than a week at Alexander Industries.”

  “I’ll make sure you stick. Not to worry. I plan to speak with legal when I get into work tomorrow.”

  “Thanks. You’re working on Christmas Eve?”

  “Only for a few hours in the morning.”

  Her hand moves down my chest and stomach, coming to rest on my dick. “I can’t wait to pay my first visit to your office,” she whispers playfully, causing my cock to throb under her hand.

  “Just promise me you’ll do your best not to chain yourself to anything except your cubicle.”

  “Only if you agree to rope me to your office chair and hang some strategically-placed mistletoe, cowboy.”

  My fucking soulmate, without a doubt.

  The End

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