Thief of Hearts: A Rogue Billionaire Fake Fiance Romance

by Carter Blake

  There's a massive discrepancy between us, and I'm not sure how to further navigate the relationship without telling her.

  I drive away from her building back to my own penthouse. A part of me wishes that she was here with me; a part of me wants to spend every waking moment with her. I'd fuck her from dusk till dawn. But at the same time, I know that there's a risk involved with Katy still.

  She may have admitted to me that she's a hacker, but I still don't know if she's planning to infiltrate my company or not. Maybe she's planning to steal from me. Maybe she doesn't know it's me personally that she's gonna steal from, but still, the threat is there.

  I get to my place and take a long hot shower, imagining her here with me. I'd have her up against the shower wall hands above her head. I'd touch her in a way that she never deemed possible. I'd make her come...a million times.

  God, Katy. If only she wasn't planning to hack into my company. Then I could be with her without reservation.

  As it is, I have to think about the lingering threat. Maybe she won't hack me because her former associates are now behind bars.

  I don't know the answer. I let the water run hot over my skin, hoping it takes with it all the frustration down the drain.

  The main distinction between Katy and I is that she believes in stealing from the banks, and I am the bank. Will we ever be able to see eye to eye on such a large issue?

  Her lifework is to steal from people like me. My lifework is to make more money. Somehow, I just don't see us meeting in the middle.

  I go to work, but she's on my mind. I can't escape the thought of her beautiful face and her beautiful body naked up against me this morning.

  I have to see her again. It hasn't even been a day, but there are so many unspoken words between us.

  I decide to surprise her this afternoon so that I can at least satisfy my aching desire to see her.

  I stop and buy her the most beautiful bouquet of roses that I can find. Something to brighten her place and her mood. Then I drive back to her shoddy apartment.

  I climb the now familiar stairs of the old building. Of course, there's no elevator. I knock on the door, and she answers, looking dressed up and pretty.

  She sees me and her eyes light up. Then she sees the roses and her eyes light up even more.

  "Are those for me?" she asks. "No one's ever bought me flowers before."

  I pull her body close to mine and kiss her deeply. I plan on taking it back into the bedroom, but she stops me.

  "Marcus, I'm just on my way out. I have to go somewhere. But I'll contact you later, okay?"

  This is not at all the way I thought this scene would go. I was hoping to fuck her into the afternoon.

  Instead, I get suspicious. Katy never dresses up. Why does she look like that? And where is she going? She's being so secretive.

  I know I shouldn't, but I decide to follow her. I'm becoming a little bit paranoid because of the threat to my bank. I'm also becoming paranoid that maybe I'm not the only man in her life.

  What if she's meeting somebody...another guy?

  That thought angers me more than knowing she's planning to rob my business. I feel a sense of jealous control, and somehow I find my car following her.

  She gets in a cab and I follow behind at a safe distance. I need to know exactly what Katy's up to.

  Her driver drops her downtown, and I park little ways down the street before catching up to her on the sidewalk. I need answers.

  I grab her arm a little too roughly and say, "What are you doing, Katy? Why are you so dressed up? And why did you leave me hanging at the apartment like that?"

  She looks startled to see me and is also upset. "What are you doing here, Marcus? Did you follow me all the way down here? What is wrong with you?"

  "I need to know what you're doing, Katy. I want to know where you are at all times, especially if after the danger we faced yesterday."

  "You want to know what I'm doing? Fine," she says angrily. "You can follow me. I'm buying something from someone, that's all."

  I'm relieved to hear that she's not hiding another man from me. But now I'm intrigued as to what exactly she's buying.

  We walked to a little shaded area and before I know it's happening, three policemen show up and arrest both of us.

  It's an obvious setup.

  I've never been arrested before, but I know Katy certainly has. She escaped from jail on our first meeting after all and left me with my cock out.

  She doesn't seem fazed as we ride in the back of the cop car together.

  We're both in cuffs, and I secretly wish it was only she who was restrained, lying naked across my bed. I have not yet had the opportunity to do that with her, but I imagine her spread out, open like a little flower for only me. And I imagine her unable to resist.

  Katy starts laughing at the situation, and it makes me laugh, too. Both of us arrested at once...at least I'm with her. And at least I know she's not with another guy.

  Once we get to the jail, I'm allowed my one phone call and I call my lawyer. I know he'll get me out of here soon and that he’ll also fight for Katy.

  On the phone, my lawyer says, "It's too late to post bail tonight. The courts have closed. So, Marcus, you're gonna have to spend at least one night in jail. I hope that's okay."

  I look at Katy in the jail cell and think it will definitely be okay as long as we're there together.

  They put me back behind bars, and I'm with her. Apparently being with her is all I need. I could be in jail or on top of the world—it wouldn't matter as long as I'm with Katy.

  She's standing at the bars, possibly thinking of a way to escape, I don't know. But I come up behind her and tease her with my giant cock.

  At first, she's reluctant. There are guards everywhere. But after a while, she puts her hand on my shaft and it throbs for her.

  Luckily, evening falls at the perfect time. Most of the lights go out in the jail, and Katy and I can continue our little tryst.

  Katy

  Seeing Marcus in cuffs is more hilarious than anything.

  He probably shouldn’t have tried to follow me if he didn’t expect this kind of an ending.

  I’m used to going to jail. What I do for a living requires that I’m always expecting jail as a possibility.

  I’ve made myself well aware as to how to escape from behind bars because it’s always a possibility.

  But Marcus is not that way. He’s a straight shooter, and he obviously plays life by the rules. That’s why I find his struggle against this confinement so amusing.

  They put us together in the same cell, and I could not be more grateful for that. At least I have someone interesting to pass the time with. No matter that, I’m starting to fall for him.

  “Marcus, I’m so sorry that this happened. But really, you should never follow me. It kind of serves you right,” I say to him, though I’m unapologetic, in truth.

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t think it would lead me behind bars. You live some kind life, Katy,” he says.

  ”Remember the first time we met?” I say. “It was in this building. Don’t you think it’s kind of romantic that we’re back here?”

  He rubs his wrists where the handcuffs painfully cut into him. He looks at me like he cannot believe I’m making light of the situation.

  “Romantic? I’m not sure jail is romantic,” he says.

  “At least you’re not a woman,” I say. “And at least I won’t have to make this a lesbian love affair.”

  He looks at me sternly obviously, not knowing whether to take that as truth or not. Marcus has a jealous streak that I don’t mind keeping a lid on.

  The thought of me being with anyone, no matter who it might be, seems to incense him.

  He says, "Katy, I don’t want to think of you with anybody else. Understand? I don’t want to know about your past loves and your past love affairs. As far as we’re concerned, this is the beginning, got it?”

  The jealousy is starting to rear its ugly hea
d. But part of me is happy that he cares so much.

  I nod in submission, and I don’t know what to say back to him. Luckily, I don’t have to think about it long because he’s kissing me and pushing my back against the bars of the jail cell.

  ”You’re all mine, understand?” he says. ”I think you might’ve forgotten that for a second.”

  Suddenly, things are turning hot in this cell. Maybe being locked up isn’t such a bad thing if your partner in crime is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.

  For the moment, I don’t feel like planning my escape. I feel like staying right where I am, with my back pressing uncomfortably against the bars and Marcus inching nearer to my mouth.

  He kisses me hard, and with this one move, I know our time in jail is going to be unique.

  I never thought of being had in jail before, but with Marcus, I know that we will end up fucking no matter what. He pushes me up against the bars so hard that I feel like my back might bruise, but it’s entirely worth it to have this hunk of a man straining up against me.

  I can feel his long, hard cock underneath his jail uniform. I stroke it on the outside, and he sucks in a hard breath.

  He kisses me more passionately than ever, and suddenly the pain of being apart is too great a burden to bear. I want him inside of me...fast.

  I turn my head to look towards the guard keeping watch. She’s as lazy as they all are. We could get away with fucking right here, but luckily for us, the lights dim low as nighttime descends on the jailhouse.

  He smiles and pulls me into his arms aggressively. There’s nothing in the cell but a very seedy-looking mattress atop a steel bedframe.

  As soon as the lights dim, I take the opportunity to make sure that he remembers this time in jail as his best.

  I sink down to my knees and pull his scratchy uniform down to reveal that massive, gorgeous cock. The idea of doing it in here is turning me on so much.

  His breathing is ragged, and his manhood is throbbing only for me. I go to work, teasing and tasting his hardened cock. I give him a nice, wet blow job to make sure he’s thinking about what it would feel like to come down my throat.

  Once I have it slippery with my spit, I go to town doing what I do best. I suck him hard. I suck him like his essence is the source of my whole life.

  He holds himself steady with the bars and lets me go about my job, making sure he comes like never before...in jail. There’s something so sexy about both of us being locked up. There’s no place to go, nowhere to run. There’s nowhere else we can be except for right here in this moment, and I’m going to make him remember it with a certain amount of fondness.

  I try to deep throat the length of his cock, but it’s just too big. It’s going to be my constant mission in life to take it down further and further even though I know it will never happen. I stretch my lips wide around his girth, and I’m starting to get so turned on that I simply have to finger myself.

  His eyes are closed, and his head is tipped back as I suck his cock so deeply that he doesn’t even notice how I’m sliding my hand down the pants of my own starchy uniform.

  I finger myself that I start to moan softly around his manhood. The sound must send nice vibrations along his shaft because he breathes deeply.

  He looks down at me with lusty passion and says, “Fuck, Katy, I’m going to come.”

  He sees me now fingering myself, and I can tell that he likes that. He watches me with a certain amount of fire in his eyes. I close my eyes and continue sucking his cock down my throat.

  Warm spirals of pleasure start to build within my body, and I know I’m going to come right as I’m giving him a blowjob. I deep throat him, and it feels so good that my clit is starting to become engorged.

  I come fairly quickly and scream around his cock, and he knows that I’ve released. I can tell that he loves the fact that sucking him off has made me come so hard.

  I take his cock deep into my throat and pull out again. I find a stable motion to really get him going. I can feel that he’s going to come, but instead of shooting his load down my throat, he pulls out and makes sure to spray his sticky essence all over my face.

  He knows that we’re in jail and that there’s nowhere to rinse off. He wants me to survive in here with his cum all over my face and body, and I can’t say that I want to deny him the privilege.

  I lick up all of his seed that I can with my tongue. And I scoop the rest off my face and make sure he sees me licking my fingers greedily.

  Then I get up and kiss him gingerly on the lips so that he too can taste himself on me. The fact that I just gave him the best blowjob of his life will have him remembering jail fondly. That was my mission, and I think I’ve achieved it.

  There’s a little part of me that feels bad that I’m responsible for Marcus being in here. But I also know he’s a big boy and that if I can handle it in here, he definitely can.

  “Well,” he says, "that was interesting. You certainly know how to make the most of jail, Katy.”

  “Well, I’ve never stayed in a jail cell for long. But you’re changing that, Marcus. I think I could be with you anywhere and be happy, even here.”

  I sit down on the uncomfortably thin mattress. It’s the only place to sit. I look around at the bleak surroundings and I’m happy that I have Marcus here to at least make it fun.

  Normally I’d be well on my way to figuring out how to escape. He knows I can do it and I wonder why he hasn’t asked.

  “You know I can bust us out of here, right?” I ask.

  He sits down beside me and says, "I know. Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you escaped me before. I have my lawyer working on getting us out. But in the meantime, I kind of like being here with you.”

  “Okay, so you want to get out of here the legitimate way...by the help of a lawyer.”

  “I don’t escape things like you do, Katy. Everything’s above board with me,” he says.

  "Trust me, this much I know about you already. I guess if you’re going to stay, I might as well parlay my escape for a little while,” I tell him.

  “I promise to make the waiting game interesting,” he says.

  And with that statement, my decision’s made. I’m not going anywhere without Marcus.

  Marcus

  This girl has just given me the best blow job of my life.

  Suddenly, jail just doesn't seem so bad.

  I never dreamed I'd be inside of a cell, but being in here with Katy is like a fantasy come true.

  The fact that she can look so fucking beautiful in a jailhouse uniform just amazes me. Her slim frame and perfect tits somehow make the outfit seem complementary. Or maybe it's just the fact that I'm really falling for her so that I see her in a nice light no matter what, even within the cinderblock cage we find ourselves.

  She introduced me to this world in the perfect way—by giving me the best blowjob in the history of man. She sucked my cock like it was the source of eternal life. She took it down her throat so fucking deep like she just couldn't get enough.

  What she doesn't yet know is that I haven't had enough. While I may not have handcuffs, I do have the strength of my own muscles to keep her tied down while I fuck her brains out.

  This thin mattress is not much of a bed, but at least they've dimmed the lights enough to give us some privacy. I'm about to make it known to her that I will claim her anywhere I damn well desire, even here.

  In truth, I know she's aching for it. That's what the blowjob was all about. She's looking at me with her beautiful wide eyes, and I know she's just hoping to feel my cock inside of her before our stint in jail is up.

  I'm not one to leave a girl hanging, and so I start to kiss her. I gently bite her lips, and then my hand feels for her perfect tit.

  I find it, but the uniform does nothing to turn me on. It needs to go. All I want is to have her skin flushed up on my own without the constraint of fabric.

  "Put your hands up over your head," I order.

  She does as I say and I
lift the shirt up over her head so that she's only wearing a bra.

  "Take it off," I say.

  She easily undoes the clasp with one hand and soon her beautiful tits are out for me to see in the dim light of the jail cell.

  “You’re beautiful.” I murmur the words almost to myself.

  I’ll just never get enough of her. Of that I'm sure.

  My cock hardens uncomfortably, and I know I'll only find relief when it's inside of her. But first, I want to make her come...hard.

  I bend down and start sucking one of her nipples. I twist the other between my fingers, and I feel them harden at my attention. She fucking loves that.

  Again, the world around us fades, and it’s just us.

  The hard and cold atmosphere of the cell only adds to my lust. I suck on her tits for a very long time before sliding my hand down her pants. I feel her luscious pussy sopping wet for me.

  “You’re so wet, Katy. You know what that does to me,” I say.

  She shudders a little under my touch. I can tell that she wants it...bad. I push her back gently so that she’s lying on the thin mattress. Then I pull her scratchy pants off her body. She’s wide open for me.

  I bend down and start to eat her out. There’s something so sexy about this happening in jail.

  “Keep your hands above your head,” I command.

  She does it, though I know she’s dying to squirm away from my touch because she knows I’m about to deliver an earth-shattering orgasm for her. I insert a couple of fingers.

  She holds the metal bar of the bedframe and tries to steady herself as my tongue finds it its way inside of her. She tastes so sweet and lovely. Her pussy is so tight even around my tongue.

  I find her clit and tongue it until it opens up out of hiding. She’s blossomed and ready for me.

  I insert my fingers inside of her and easily find her G-spot. I slide my forefinger over it and feel the familiar rough texture. She moans, and I cup her mouth with my free hand so that her sounds of ecstasy don’t give us away to the guard.

  The last thing I need is to be separated from her in here.