Stolen: A Dark Billionaire Romance

by Lana Hartley

  Stolen

  A Dark Billionaire Romance

  Lana Hartley

  Contents

  1. Jacob

  2. Leah

  3. Jacob

  4. Leah

  5. Leah

  6. Leah

  7. Leah

  8. Leah

  9. Leah

  10. Leah

  11. Leah

  12. Leah

  13. Jacob

  14. Leah

  15. Leah

  16. Leah

  17. Leah

  18. Jacob

  19. Jacob

  20. Leah

  21. Jacob

  22. Jacob

  23. Leah

  24. Jacob

  25. Leah

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  Jacob

  Leah Waterson is going to look so damn good when she's looking up at me and the only thing blocking my view of her is my cock.

  Right now, I'm on my knees before her, picking up the earbuds that shot from her ears when she whipped her head around. Not expecting me to be in her hallway.

  Well, I wasn't expecting her to be here at all.

  I will probably fire this crew because they didn’t inform me that another person would be on the premises. Though, I was going to fire them anyway. I don’t keep a crew. After all, I'm a tech and finance billionaire. I don't need to steal art. Of course, rarely to do I need something.

  Not the way I need the pink lips she's biting to instead be wrapped around my cock. Her delicate porcelain skin is reddening, and she wouldn't look me in the eye after I pressed the earbud back into her ear.

  "You must be Mrs. Waterson?" I ask. But I know that creep is her father. I'd heard what he did to his son, and he must be hiding his daughter. Because if this was his wife, he would not be meeting me right now. He'd be burying his cock in her. I lurch inwardly thinking he might be planning to do that later. Peter Waterson is a sick fuck.

  Those green-blue eyes look into my own and my cock is jumping in my slacks to have those eyes looking at me. "No," she says in a soft little voice. "I'm Leah. Peter, um," she pauses to correct herself. "Mr. Waterson is my father."

  "I see," I say, trailing my eyes purposely down her little dress. It is so flimsy. It could be a nightgown, or maybe it is a sundress. It belongs torn to shreds at her knees while I eat her pussy so good she screams. My eyes follow her heaving breasts, noting her heavy breathing, only making her more nervous. It serves to make me more aware of how I'm affecting her. She must see the bulge in my slacks.

  Oh, yes, good girl. She looked.

  She knows the effect she's had on me.

  I think about her brother. The one Peter sold to a foreign prince to close a deal. He'll offer this sweet angel up to me all the same. I'll bring Peter to his knees, and he'll think it was all his idea. I'll be fucking sweet little Leah in the very room she's headed to, before this night is out, and stupid fucking Peter Waterson will think it is all his idea. He'll be doing it to apologize for fucking up our merger.

  That's why Peter thinks I'm here. He's my mark, and he fancies himself my rival. Though he's no match for me.

  Generally, I'd be humiliating him in a few weeks by buying his foreclosed house and telling him how the other pieces are going to go nicely with what I already got from his collection. I stole the rare Brival oil on canvas tonight. My crew already gave me the go ahead.

  I glance down at my phone and see the coded message. Everything went fine with the art thievery.

  Looking back up from my phone, I make eye contact with Leah. "Leah," I say her name and watch her breathing. She's trying to slow it down. I get the feeling she doesn't talk to many people. Especially not people who look at her with the pure intent to fuck her like I have been. "It is nice meeting you. What are you listening to?"

  "The radio," she says. It is such a plain answer. Her little voice sounds almost out of practice. Fuck, Peter keeps her cloistered. I will have her moaning and then screaming for me soon. I will keep her, but I'm not going to cage her like this. She's too goddamn beautiful for that.

  "The radio?" I say in a humorous tone.

  "Yes," she confirms. I see there's a ticker running on the display.

  "Oh, that's me there," I point to several three-letters-in-caps codes for companies on the screen. "That's me, too," I say.

  Her bewildered look is amusing, and then she looks excited. "You're...Jacob Renaud, of Renaud Holdings?"

  I straighten my jacket and trade a smile with her. "Why, yes, I am. Are you one of my shareholders?"

  "Yes, I am," she says. She's blushing furiously.

  "Do you trade a lot of stocks?" I ask her, genuinely curious if the princess locked up in the gaudy castle her father owns spends her time on the stock exchange.

  "I mostly hold, but I trade some for quick reinvestment," she says. Now her eyes meet mine, and they narrow. "You must know a lot more about stocks than I do."

  "Yes, and if I tell you what I know, then it is practically insider trading," I tell her. "You aren't a bad girl, are you, Leah?" I tease her and crack my knuckles.

  "Never," she says, a wistful look in her eyes for a moment. Then she starts looking at the floor again.

  "Don't let me keep you any longer. I'll be back in a few minutes, you'll want to finish before the markets open for tomorrow," I tell her. It is quite late and I don't want her thinking about the markets when I'm slapping my balls against her ass and pumping my cock so hard into her.

  She sucks in a breath and looks just past me, worried. As if there is someone to save her. I am the thing she'll need saving from, soon enough, but for now, I'm saving her.

  "I know what happened to your brother." I curl my finger under her chin and make her look up at me. "You knew it was going to happen to you."

  I can see her breathing is far more erratic. "Lucky running into you, Leah," I say with a laugh.

  Oh, it is. To think I was going to take her father's shitty car. One of the tacky things he loves like he should love his children.

  The payment for the slight I'm having my inside man at his company commit will be so much better paid by this sweet little girl.

  Leah shuffles toward her room, wrapping her arms around herself with her phone pressed against her shoulder. She's so petite, that's how high her phone reaches. She can't be more than twenty-three, certainly younger than twenty-five.

  Leah

  I know my father is having one of his business meetings, but I don't care. I don't care if it bothers him that I have to walk through the hallway and someone might see me. They rarely have, all these years, and I left my phone charger in the kitchen from when I made myself a sandwich for dinner. I'd decided that while I liked listening to music instead of the radio, the way I kept switching through songs really had eaten up my battery.

  But in the hallway…

  I'm in my room now, and I still can't return my breathing to normal. Jacob Renaud, a man I've read about through researching some stocks I hold. I've considered his holding companies all good investments.

  But I'm gulping now because the investment he’s going to hold is me.

  My father sold my brother, used him to barter some trade deal with a foreign prince. Tha
t was that. I was the last bargaining chip my father had, and I always knew some day he'd trade me with less care than I showed the penny stocks I'd started with a long time ago. Well, of course, though. I cared about every investment I made, but my father was going to throw me away like trash that would make someone else happy. He'd never cared about me.

  And...Jacob Renaud. I'd seen a picture once. I'd found him attractive, but I hadn't really given him more than a cursory glance. That was impossible when he was standing before me, all hard muscle and very clean lines on his suit. He looked incredible. I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my life.

  He was looking at me like I was already his. Jacob Renaud had said as much. My father would have me traded off for whatever business deal they were doing. That was that.

  Renaud said he'd be back tonight.

  I knew he'd let me know that and that I needed to finish the program I was listening to, but right now my holdings were the least of my concerns. No, I was to be the next holding Jacob Renaud had.

  How dare he! It was bad enough my father did such things, and when that prince took my brother away, I was horrified that more than one person in the world could think this was okay.

  But...I was going to be Jacob's. It was...terrifying. I was infuriated that he thought he could own me. And he was going to show me exactly what that meant when he returned.

  I was a virgin! I didn't know what to do that an actual man would like, even if I wanted to. And he was so good looking it made me dizzy, but I didn't want him just to bend me over and jam his cock in me. Based on what I saw in the bulge, that was a sizable cock.

  My father bought expensive women, brought home floozies, and he just jammed his cock in them in whatever location he was in, in this house many times, and then sent them on their way. There was nothing fun or exciting about it, should that be what Jacob was going to do to me. It probably hurt.

  I tried to calm my breathing. I'd masturbated a lot. I'd make myself come. Maybe it would feel good like that. Maybe there was more to what he had to offer than just shoving his cock in me. Maybe he'd make sure I was wet.

  Dipping my fingers into my panties now, I realized that I was wet already. Somehow, that didn't bring me any comfort, and I dipped my finger in my mouth. I tasted the tangy flavor of my arousal on my fingers and wondered what it would be like for that big cock I'd seen outlined to be really deep inside of me. More than my little fingers could do.

  That's when I felt his presence standing right there. My fingers were still in my mouth until I shot my eyes open and saw him.

  Oh no, had he seen me do that? Maybe he thought I was gross, and he wouldn't want me. Why was I more afraid of Jacob Renaud deciding he didn't want me than showing me what it meant that he did want me?

  "You may not be a bad girl," he said, closing the distance between us and grabbing my wrist before I could drop my hand to my side. "But you are a naughty girl."

  I sucked in a breath, and I couldn't release it. My brain was screaming, and I could barely hear his next words.

  "So, you're not a virgin? I figured your father would have kept you hidden away too well for that to change," Jacob said.

  I took a moment to comprehend his words and then shook my head. "No, I am," I said, frightened and trembled out my words.

  "That's interesting," he said, offering no inflection to explain in any way how he found this interesting. His hand squeezed my wrist tightly, and he pulled me toward him by my wrist and with the other hand on my lower back. His mouth crushed against mine, and he kissed me. I'd never been kissed before, but I assumed it was never as intense as this. His lips closed over mine. His tongue ran over the seam of my mouth, and the slight part of my lips was all the invitation he needed to brush his tongue over mine.

  The kiss deepened. I liked the way his tongue felt on mine, and I kissed him back. I let my own tongue explore his. I kissed his lips, pressed my body harder into his as he crushed mine. It made me dizzy, but I liked the way that dizzy felt.

  Jacob

  Little Leah was a perfect, innocent girl moaning into my mouth and grinding her little body against me. That innocence or not, her hot pussy was making searing contact with my thigh, heating me up with her desire. My cock was ready to explode. I needed to sink myself so deep inside of her that she screamed. Her father, the prick, had already begged me to take Leah as payment for the contracts he fucked up. Our merger wasn't happening.

  I wasn't even buying him out until his companies were so utterly bottomed out that I was getting a better deal than if I'd picked his trashy assets up at the dollar store.

  Peter Waterson's biggest mistake wasn't in underestimating or attempting to trust me, though it would cost him everything. It was that he didn't realize how valuable his virginal daughter was. After I'd just seen her tasting her wet pussy, I might have given Waterson my entire fucking empire to have his daughter. Except for the only reason, I didn't simply take her was because my twisted fucking mind liked it more that I convinced that fuck to give her to me as payment.

  Some guys did flowers and candy.

  I was going to lick every inch of her sweet little body and make her melt for me, then carry her off to my tasteful fortress. This abandoned little girl was going to be my perfect princess.

  Roughly releasing her from my kiss but not my hold on her wrist or her back, I let her breathe. Leah gasped, partially because she needed to breathe, and because I'd assaulted her senses so thoroughly. No one had touched her before, and now I was turning her into my sweet little buffet.

  I brought her wrist to my mouth, letting my hot breath entice her for a moment. It would be so simple just to take her now, but where was the elegance in that? I wanted to worship every inch of her body. Leah was divine...the ability to savor every drop of her succulence was a treat for me as much as it would be a revelatory experience for her. And, yes, I am that good. I’m going to lick every inch of her so thoroughly that she’s gonna consider it a goddamn religious experience. Yes, I am that skilled. I breathe, slowly, on her skin, and I look into those green-blue eyes that are urging me with their fear-laced arousal. She's interested, but Leah is afraid. Because I'm a beast, that just revs my engines up further. I want to her to have that fear, but I want to watch it melt into her ecstasy. I see the moment when her breath catches in her throat, and that's when the beast pounces. I press my lips to her wrist, kissing where I'd held her so tightly. Her skin is like dark cherries and vanilla. I'm the one having the religious experience right now, tasting her pure innocence.

  My eyes lock with hers. Fuck, the way she is looking at me now. I see the shift. Now, she's mine. Leah wants to be mine now. Her soft eyes are begging me for what I have to offer. Her whimpers are anticipation about what's coming. I have to hold the beast back. I want her so goddamn much that the beast could ruin a perfectly good time. I could have her now, in an instant, but I want to be tasting her for hours. Leah is the perfection that I'm going to savor. My lips release the kiss on her wrist, and I touch the tip of my tongue to her wrist now.

  Her nose scrunches, and she's confused. I see her bite her lip, though. Baby girl didn't realize how good even something so strange and small could feel. Well, the fucking fireworks on their way are going to rock her entire world.

  "You ready, baby girl?" I ask her. My gruff voice manages to sound softer than the beast inside wants to be. I'm not looking to scare her. I'm looking to own her. Fear would only serve to keep her from utterly belonging to me right now, and I want her surrender.

  Leah nods up at me. Fuck, she's so innocent. Tainting her purity will be so damn good my cock is ready to rocket off now just thinking about it.

  "I can't hear you," I say, letting the beast's menace slip into my voice before I can think to hold it back.

  There's a fire in her eyes now. "Yes, Mr. Renaud, sir," she says. She can't possibly know what it does to me to hear those words from her bubblegum lips. Those pretty pink lips should be moaning my name while my scruff paints her thighs with
rough tickles.

  The hint of danger in my voice brought out the purest, sweetest thing in hers. That would be my goddamn undoing if I didn't painstakingly take every ounce of control I have in me. I tuck my fingers under Leah's chin, making her eyes meet mine again. She'd already cast them downward, and I want her to look at me while I do this.

  "I doubt you are, princess, but I promise to be so good to you today. I won't even tie you up this time." She gasps. Riding off that reaction, my other hand balls up her little dress and yanks it off her. "Your panties are all the bondage you'll get today, but I have a feeling you'll enjoy it in the future." The image of her lithe body, porcelain of a precious doll before me now, trussed up in silk ropes makes the beast growl within me. I want to fuck her so bad. "Still, we start slow." Very slow. I'm going to inch her panties down slowly, keeping first her thighs in place, then her ankles, until she's begging to be free. Then, I'm going to teach my little princess how to ride my face. I want her to come so fucking hard that I'm drowning in her sweet pussy's juices.

  "If I say no," Leah starts to say as I'm taking in the sight of her.

  "Do you want to say no?" I ask, taking my hands from her now and stepping back.

  Instinctively, she brings her hands to cover her breasts. Her arms can cover those beautiful handfuls, but her bare stomach is still enough to keep my cock rock hard. The way she sucks in her lip and stops breathing right now could get me off.

  "Don't cover yourself, Leah, you're beautiful," I tell her and try to say nothing so that I can get her to talk to me. There's so much going on in her feisty mind. I want her to give me her confusion and let me take it away, unpainting the canvas of her anxiety with every pleasure I can give her to calm her.

  "You've seen so many girls," she sniffles. "I mean, women. You've had experienced women, and I'm just a stupid virgin-"

  "Leah-" I interrupt her. Goddamn it, I can't help it.