Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set

by Brooke Cumberland

  “Bentley,” I breathe out. “I want you,” I confess. “So fucking bad.”

  “Do you have any idea what you just said? What you just told me?” he growls as he presses his hard-on deeper against me.

  “Well, I hope it translated to that I want you to fuck me…now.”

  He pushes us off the wall and starts walking down a hallway, his lips never leaving my body—moving from my ear, neck, and mouth—devouring me.

  “I hope you don’t have a close attachment to these panties.” He says as he lays me on top of his bed. Before I can reply or attempt to slide them off, he rips my panties in two. My legs are lying loosely off the bed, and his body is in between them kissing up one leg.

  “No, they were from an ex-boyfriend anyway,” I lie, teasing him, but he doesn’t laugh.

  Bentley’s head jerks up, and his body is suddenly pressed on top of mine. “Are you trying to piss me off? Because if that’s the kind of guy you like, you just say the word, sweetheart. I can do this sweet or I can do this rough.” he threatens.

  “We need to work on your sense of humor.”

  “I don’t ever want to hear about another guy fucking you, understand? As far as I’m concerned, there was never another guy before me. I’ll make sure to erase any memory of them—that I promise you.”

  If he only knew… I can’t tell him know I’ve only had sex with two guys before him. They weren’t experienced or memorable. So as far as I’m concerned, Bentley’s the only one that matters anyway.

  I reach for his shirt and begin unbuttoning it, no longer wanting to have this conversation—or talk at all, for that matter. My body is burning with anticipation, and I’m done waiting. I take in his tattoos— amazingly detailed designs, inked into his hard flesh.

  He grabs my wrist firmly, taking me by surprise, as he jerks my body up to level our faces. His eyes are dark, and his voice is deep as he says, “Do we have an understanding, Ceci?”

  There’s no humor in his tone, and I know he’s dead serious. “Yes. I understand.”

  “Good girl.” He kneels between my legs and continues, “Now lay back. Put your arms above your head and spread your legs. I want to see all of you.”

  I nervously do as he says. I’ve never been told what to do before, but I’m positive I like it. In fact, I love it. His demands intensify the fire within me.

  His hands are loosely roaming up my thighs as they make their way under my dress, pulling it up with his hands. His head dips down to my stomach, feathering kisses against my heated skin. I’m dying with anticipation as his tongue teases and tortures me.

  I’m desperate to put my hands through his messy locks, but I know he’ll stop if I do—and that’s the last fucking thing I want him to do.

  “You taste more incredible than I imagined,” he moans as his mouth lifts up briefly to push my dress all the way off my body.

  “You’ve been imagining, have you?” My voice is laced with amusement, hoping he’ll play along. I need to get my confidence back, but his lips on my naked flesh are making that pretty damn hard.

  “You have no idea,” he growls. “My cock’s been hard for weeks.”

  I giggle at the image. “Perhaps you need to see a doctor.”

  He aggressively yanks my bra down and pulls my nipple into his mouth. All humor gone.

  My body arches to greet his mouth. His free hand begins rubbing my clit as his tongue sucks my breast hard. The double sensation is overwhelming, and I can no longer control my breathing or the excessive moans releasing from my throat.

  “You keep moaning like that and I’m going to come a lot sooner than I want, sweetheart.”

  “Then stop torturing me already.”

  He plunges two fingers deep inside me. My body convulses on impact as he drives further inside me.

  I let out a puff of air as I try to even my breathing. He’s relentless in pleasure-torturing my clit and nipple at the same time as his fingers drive in and out. I’m not used to the invasive pleasure, my body unfamiliar with the contact. I’m trying to hold in the screams that desperately need to come out.

  “Release,” he demands. “I want to hear you and feel you at the same time.” His voice is seductive as he mouths my other breast and works it in the same fashion as the first—aggressive and eager.

  My body unhinges, arching more and shaking harder. His fingers work inside me harder as I peak into an intense orgasm. My hands flock to his head, pulling and squeezing his locks.

  “Oh my,” I breathe out. “God!”

  My body lays flat on the bed again as he pulls his fingers out and releases my breast. He’s hovering directly on top of me, and I can feel his heavy breathing on my face.

  Hesitantly, I open my eyes and look up at him. His face is intense, and I know he’s feeling the same thing I am—passion and lust.

  Slowly, he brings his mouth down on mine and genuinely kisses me. It’s slow and controlled as if he’s asking permission, easing me into what’s about to occur.

  His hand cups my cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against my skin. It’s a sweet and caring gesture. My eyes snap open as I realize the power he’s wielding over me. He knows I want it. I know he wants it. This isn’t supposed to turn into something more than that.

  I push hard against his chest and force him on his back. I straddle his waist and grab his wrists in my hands.

  “I don’t want you to make love to me, Bentley.” I can see the conflicted expression in his face. “I want you to take me as I am. Fuck me, but don’t make love to me,” I warn.

  I release the grip on his wrists, and his hands immediately grab my hips. He forces my hips to grind against his cock that’s rock hard and straining against his pants.

  “If you keep talking like that I’m not going to make it that far.”

  I smirk. “Then. Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Pants.”

  I roll off his body and watch as he stands up next to the bed. I lay back casually on the bed as he removes the rest of his clothing. My eyes wander up and down his chiseled chest, admiring his tattoos and muscles again. His arms are definitely built, but the pictures don’t do his body justice. His tattoos are the first thing I notice along with the V that goes from his hips down to his legs. He’s fucking breathtaking, and I’m completely mesmerized by him.

  “You’re staring.”

  “There’s a lot to stare at.”

  He looks down at his fully erected cock with a smug grin. “Then by all means, stare away.”

  “Did they even have to Photoshop your pictures in the magazines? I mean, seriously?”

  He lets out a light laugh as he shakes his head, as if he’s embarrassed. “You’re a grade-A detective, aren’t you?”

  I shrug unapologetically. “It’s not the first time I’ve been told that.” And it wasn’t. I was always good at finding out the information I needed. And I was hoping that snooping around Leighton Enterprises wouldn’t be any different.

  “Is that right?” he asks as he begins crawling on the bed and right over my body. I lean back as his body presses into me. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh and then up against my pelvis, begging for entrance.

  I panic as I soon realize he’s not wearing a condom. “You should know I’m not on birth control,” I blurt out and my eyes immediately shut tight with embarrassment. I can’t even believe I just said that.

  His head falls loosely on my chest in surrender. “Seriously?”

  “Sorry,” I say softly. This is so embarrassing.

  He brings his head up and smirks at me. He lays a playful kiss on my lips. “So you’re saying all this time you’ve been using condoms without any other protection?”

  If I were a twenty-one-year-old college girl, hell yeah, I’d be on birth control. But I wasn’t. I had just turned eighteen, and there was no way I was going to have that conversation with my mother. I had planned on going to the clinic to get on the pill before I left for college.

  “Yeah, my mom—” oh shit, shi
t, shit.

  Fuck me.

  “My mom,” I continue as I try to think of something to save my slip up. “Never allowed it while I was on her insurance. But I just got my own, actually, so it was on my to-do list.” He looks at me as if I have a third eye. “And now you think I’m crazy.”

  He laughs. “No, not at all. I was just thinking I better start buying condoms in bulk.” He flashes one of his infamous smug grins.

  “You are overly-confident.”

  “And you are overly-cocky. Sounds like we’re a match made in Heaven,” he jibes.

  I begin laughing but am soon gasping as he drives inside me suddenly—with no fucking warning.

  Bentley pushes through my tight walls. Inch by inch, his thickness breaks through, and suddenly, my body relaxes, giving into exactly what I want.

  “Shit,” he growls. My back arches to push him further inside me, but he pulls back out and drives back in again. “Fuck, Ceci. You’re so tight. I want to fuck you, so bad…you have no idea.”

  “I-I think I can feel how bad,” I pant out. My arms wrap around his neck pleadingly, not wanting him to stop.

  “That’s a problem, Ceci. I need to get a condom on.”

  I watch as he walks to his dresser and quickly grabs one from the drawer. He smoothly rolls it on. I enjoy the view again as I take in his rock-hard body and messy golden locks. He looks more like a rocker than a CEO’s son, and I think that’s what I like best about him. He’s not what you’d think he’d be—he’s better.

  He strides over to the bed and clasps my hands, pulling me close so we’re chest to chest. He looks into my eyes, and I swallow as I take in his intense stare.

  “Ceci…” he says slowly. “I want to be able to feel you, all of you…” One of his hands slides down and grips my waist. “I want to be able to fuck you anytime, anywhere, and I want to be able to feel you throbbing directly against me…”

  I nod in understanding and he grips me a little tighter. I feel his hot breath vibrate against my flushed skin. I can hardly concentrate on my own breathing as I take in every soft gasp that escapes him.

  He brings his face to mine and gently kisses the corners of my mouth. It’s sweet and soft, and soon I’m lost in his touch again.

  It doesn’t last long. He whips my body around, so I’m facing away from him.

  “Bend over and spread your legs,” he growls in my ear.

  I do as he says, clenching my hands to the mattress. He grasps my hips as he plunges back inside me. I gasp at the contact, gripping the sheets in my fists. It takes a moment for my body to stretch open for him as he fills me again, inch by inch.

  Once he’s fully inside, he controls the rhythm—rocking my hips against him harder and harder. I moan and whimper as he goes from fast to slow and slow to fast. He’s filling me completely, stretching my walls with every demanding thrust.

  “Mm, yes, Ceci…” he moans, close to his release. I can feel it because he tenses up as he controls the movements. I open my legs wider to give him better access. It feels so damn good, I’d do anything for him not to stop. The rhythm, the pace, the way his head slams against my g-spot has me going over the edge.

  “Oh, my God…oh God…yes…” I moan over and over. “Just like that…yes.” I clench my eyes tighter as I feel my climax approaching. He slams into me harder as he feels my body react.

  He leans over me, wrapping an arm around my stomach. His other hand goes to my clit as he begins rubbing relentlessly with each thrust. “I want to hear you scream my name, Ceci,” he demands.

  I can’t focus on much when his body is pressed against mine, and his fingers are working my clit. He shifts in deeper, taking me over the edge for several seconds.

  “Oh, God…Bentley…yes…” I pant and moan at the same time. He doesn’t slow down. He continues harder as another one builds up inside me. “Fuck, Bentley…oh, God…” I can barely make a coherent thought, much less a coherent sentence.

  “That’s my girl…” he whispers in my ear as he waits for my breathing to calm down.

  He backs off me and pulls out without his own release. He twirls me back around to face him and slowly drops me on the bed. He bends to his knees and spreads my legs, bringing his mouth in between my legs, licking and sucking up my juices. His tongue plunges hard inside of me, hitting a sensitive spot. I can hardly take it as I’ve barely come down from the first two.

  I grab fistfuls of his hair to stop him, but it only makes him work harder. He grabs both my wrists and pins them to the mattress, all while his tongue continues its tortuous play.

  “Bentley…stop,” I beg. “I can’t take it.” He shakes his head, and I know I’m fighting a losing battle. “Ah, God. Ah, Bentley. Yes…oh, my GOD!” I scream with no embarrassment or shyness. He licks and sucks up my climax once again. My body is shaking from the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had.

  “My name sounds good on your lips,” he muses as he finally rises and towers over me.

  I swallow as I even my breathing. “That was…intense.”

  He grins as he grabs both of my legs and places them on his shoulder. “Don’t quit on me now, Ceci. I told you I was a lot to handle.” He winks as he positions himself over me with both of my feet in the air.

  I chuckle as he plunges back inside me. “I use to be in gymnastics, Mr. Leighton. There isn’t a position I haven’t done.” His eyes widen. “I promise I won’t break.”

  It’s all the permission he needs to hear. He rapidly speeds up the pace as he bends my body in half, taking everything I’m willing to give.

  We moan and pant together, barely able to contain the sounds that are forced out. He thrusts hard inside me and finally releases.

  “Oh, God…Ceci…fucking amazing.”

  He holds us in place for several seconds until he’s released every last drop. Then he slowly puts my legs down on each side of him, leaning over he captures my mouth, kissing me into an oblivious bliss.

  “Better than I ever fucking imagined,” he says into my neck as he lays soft kisses. “So much fucking better.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Cecilia

  Memories

  I could still smell the popcorn when I woke up in the middle of the night. Friday was always family movie night, and Nathan, Casey, and I had all shared a bag. We snuggled on mounds of pillows and blankets on the floor as our parents cuddled up on the couch, watching some Disney animation movie.

  The three of us fell asleep on the floor, and I vaguely remembered Dad carrying me back into my bed. He kissed my forehead and covered me up. “Goodnight, Princess.”

  The sound of yelling woke me up hours later. It was still dark out, and my eyes were blurry, but I rubbed them open as I got out of my bed.

  I crept to my door and slowly opened it. The hall light was off, but I could see the kitchen light on in the distance. I tiptoed as quietly as I could down the hall and peeked around to the kitchen where my parents were arguing.

  “Goddammit!” my mother cursed. Her hands were flailing at my dad as she continued. “How could you spend all that money? How could you, when we have a family to support?” she screamed.

  He hushed her and went to reach for her, but she pushed back. “Claire, please. I’ll take care of this. I promise.”

  I could hear her crying through her hands that were covering her face. I wanted to run to her and give her a hug. I wanted to comfort her and ask her what was wrong, but I could tell it was something that my dad had done.

  “How, Brock? How the hell do you plan to pay back seventy-five thousand dollars? We don’t have that kind of money!”

  He fell to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist. I could see she was trying to fight him off, but after a few seconds, she gave up.

  “I’ll ask for an extension. It’ll be fine,” he promised. “Ramiro will get me some extra time.”

  My mom’s hands finally released her face. Her eyes were red and her skin was blotchy. I knew it was something really a
wful if mom was crying like that.

  “We’ll have to sell the house,” she said, deadpan. “There’s no other way we’ll come up with that money.”

  “No…we can take out a second mortgage or something, Claire. We can’t sell our house.”

  “And how are we going to pay on that steep of a mortgage, Brock? With one income and three kids?” Her face was stern, and I knew that look meant serious trouble. “You gambled away our life savings!”

  “I’ll get back in the business. I’ll get more money.” He stood up and promised her. He cupped her cheek and kissed it softly. “I’ll do anything.”

  I wake up rattled, draped in Bentley’s arms. My mind quickly analyzes the dream I just had. Ramiro. A name I don’t remember ever hearing. But it gives me something I didn’t have before.

  I look over to Bentley. He’s breathing quietly next to me, as we both lay naked in his bed. He looks relaxed as he sleeps, not a worry wrinkle in sight.

  I carefully slip out of his grip, wrapping myself in a loose sheet on the floor. This was my chance to snoop around for anything I could use. If his dad worked on my dad’s case, it’s possible that the information is around.

  I walk to the door and slowly open it, quickly looking behind my shoulder to double-check he hasn’t woken up.

  I creep down the hallway to look for his office, finding a linen closet and bathroom before I spot the door that opens to a desk and walls lined with filing cabinets.

  I close the door behind me and sit at his desk behind the computer. I move the mouse and his home screen pops on. I have no idea where to look or how I’m going to get in, but I have to try.

  I browse his files and one pops out at me: Dad’s Cases. I double click and a password code box pops up. Shit. Password.

  I try Leighton.

  Denied.

  Bentley.

  Denied. Too easy.

  I tap my fingers restlessly as I try to think of possible passwords. This is Bentley’s personal home computer, so I imagine it’s something closely related to him—something he’s passionate about.