Full Shred: A Billionaire's Secret Baby Romance

by Adair Rymer

  That was incredible,” Val said, gasping for air.

  “I'm not finished with you yet.” I walked around the other side of her, to where her legs hung off the small table. I slowly worked my cock back and forth above her, tightening the muscles in my arms, chest and abs.

  “Oh yeah? So what now?” Val propped herself up on an elbow and smiled at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. Eyes that knew we couldn't get in trouble up here in this jet. We were both free to do whatever we wanted, however we wanted.

  I pulled a condom from my wallet, then kicked off my pants. “Now we join the Mile High club.”

  I unrolled the condom over my cock and slapped away her hand. Her pussy was all mine. A quick spasm of pleasure jolted through my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. A low moan escaped my lips as I pushed into her.

  How the fuck could she feel this good.

  It wasn't the first time we had sex, but I still couldn't believe how good it was. I'd never been with a woman for more than one night, but with Val it was so different. I couldn't get enough of her. When we weren't fucking, it was almost always on my mind. I was beginning to feel like there was something wrong with me.

  But whatever it was, I sure as hell didn't want to fix it.

  Val bit her knuckle to prevent from screaming too loudly. One day, I decided, I'd find a way to fuck her so that she could scream as loud as she wanted and not have to worry about who heard her. I'd kill to hear that sound.

  She crushed my pumping cock, it was everything I could do not to lurch forward and come. I licked my thumb and applied pressure to the nub of her clit as I fucked her. I've wanted her and this long before she ever became my stepsister.

  Val's eyes rolled back,. Her breathing was short and shallow. All the sweaty muscles in her core tightened and she came hard.

  The rippling spasms in her pussy were enough to get me off. With ragged grunt, and a slight jerk forward I filled my condom to bursting. She pulled everything I had out of me. I had to slam a fist into the table just to keep from collapsing on top of her.

  Afterward, we cleaned up and made at least half an effort to get dressed. I sat on the couch in my boxers, Val rested her head in my lap. We still had a few hours before we arrived in LA.

  “Sometimes it feels like I live in a sparkling cage in some crazy zoo.” She might've wanted the statement to come off as funny, but the notes of sadness in her tone were unmistakable. I couldn't imagine being constantly scrutinized like she was. It'd drive me nuts.

  For a few more hours the world below didn't matter, but all good things eventually came to an end. Part of me wished we'd fly forever and never get to LA.

  “What are we doing, Arsen?”

  “The only thing we can do.” I brushed the hair from her face and held her. The moment was fleeting, but at least it was ours. “We're living.”

  Later

  “I am so fucking nervous, Arsen.” Val paced the small dressing room, rereading her lines for the hundredth time. Someone from production just came by to let her know that the director was running late and to sit tight until he arrives.

  Two hours of Los Angeles traffic just to hang around half the day waiting for some elitist director prick. I never cared for California. Everyone here seemed passive aggressive and evasive. Back east everyone openly hated each other, so you knew exactly where you stood. Also, the weather was too perfect here, for some reason that pissed me off too.

  At least no one was trying to kill Val here.

  I stepped in front of her stopping Val's wild pacing, then grabbed the script out of her hands.

  “Hey, I need that!” Val's eyes flared angrily.

  “No you don't.” I tossed the papers onto the floor. “You know the damn lines. What you need, is to relax.”

  “Easy for you to say. You have no idea how important this is for me. I need this role,” Val argued, bending down to pick up the papers with gloves that came halfway up her biceps.

  Val was wearing this elegant, muted-gold dress. She was folded at the waist right in front of me, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I couldn't see her dark silk panties through the sheer fabric, she was wearing too many petticoats for that. But I knew she was wearing them because I’d seen her put them on this morning. It was that stark contrast of proper on the outside, but a freak underneath that really turned me on.

  She quickly stood back up, facing away from me. I slid a hand around her stomach and pulled her into my chest and hardness. We'd been walking such a dangerous line lately, fucking as often as we did. It was excruciating when we were in public together, I'd be close enough to smell her perfume and feel her breath but I couldn't touch her.

  The more I got of her, the more I wanted. Whenever she was around, it felt like my cock was rock hard more times than it wasn't. No woman had ever done this to me. What was wrong with me?

  “Arsen, we can't. Definitely not here, who knows when the director will be ready.” Val struggled halfheartedly, but behind the fear in her voice, I could hear her smiling.

  “You know what your problem is?” I dragged a hand up her thigh, under her dress and petticoats, then hooked her dark panties with my thumb. “You look too pretty.”

  “Arsen!” She whispered, slapping at my hand.

  “You're the 'other' woman, right?” I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic strap, and down her smoothly shaved pussy. They slid between her soft lips and rested there. Val stopped struggling, instead she rubbed her ass into my cock. “You need to look like a girl who likes to get dirty.”

  Val breathed fitfully in little bursts. She let her head lull back on my shoulder. “This is such a bad idea,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. I watched as she bit her lips and brushed a hand over her breast.

  “He chose you,” My voice dropped an octave, the sound licked against her ear. “Because he likes the way you fuck.”

  Having her slithering up against me the way she was made it hard to think about anything other than tearing her clothes off. As much as I loved destroying her clothes, this was her costume. I'd have to play nice, or rather I could only ravage her skin this time.

  The corset propped up her tits, giving her more cleavage than I thought possible. I wanted to lick every inch of her. I loved the way she looked in this Victorian outfit, I'd definitely be buying her set for her to bring home. It'd be a set that I could tear off her.

  She moaned softly as I slipped a finger into her already soaked pussy, then cut the sound off by biting her lip again. I pulled the wet finger out and rubbed slow circles over her clit. Closing her eyes, she reached down through her dress's neckline and pinched her nipple, seeing that drove me crazy.

  “Why should I let you fuck me?” My voice was heavy with disdain, like Val was some kind of street urchin. I stroked her rougher, then pushed two fingers into her slick opening, curling them against her soft walls.

  “Because, my lord, you like how tight my pussy is.” She breathed the words that threatened to melt me on the spot. Instead, I turned the heat up on her and pulsed my fingers until she was close to coming.

  “That's not good enough.” I pulled my fingers out and strummed her clit until she crunched forward and came into my hand. When her aftershocks subsided, I plunged my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. She bit them, then sucked them clean.

  “What else?” I demanded.

  Val twisted around, smiling devilishly. “You like the way I suck your cock.” She said, kissing my fingertips.

  “On your knees, serving girl.” I looked hard into her eyes and unzipped the fly of my jeans. “Prove it to me.”

  “Yes, my lord.” Without hesitation, Val dropped, eagerly wrenching my cock from my pants. She licked up and down my long, hard shaft, dipping the head into her mouth. I loved how big my cock looked when she grabbed me, she needed both hands to get a good grip on it.

  “Faster,” I said, giving her commands. “Squeeze my cock tighter.” She stroked me ha
rder, then plunged my shaft into her mouth until she started to choke on it. It felt incredible. Now that I knew how good she was, I wanted her like this all the time.

  Her tongue licked over my head as she sucked, sending wave after wave of mind-shattering pleasure up my shaft. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it might explode out of my chest. Val was perfect.

  She worked my cock like no other girl I'd ever been with and soon enough she had me careening over the edge of orgasm. I shot my hot load down her throat. She was surprised at first, then she swallowed and sucked for more. Little earthquakes vibrated through my muscles and I had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over.

  When I felt like she might suck my soul out through my cock, I grabbed a handful of her expertly styled hair and wrenched her head back off of me. That nervousness in her earlier was now a ghost of a memory, Val wore the wicked grin of certainty. She knew she did a damn good job on me.

  And looking down at her on her knees, staring up at me for more, I knew that I never wanted to fuck anyone other than her ever again.

  Two rapid knocks was followed by the door swinging open. “Miss Dawson? The director will see you now.”

  My slick cock was still hard and hovering inches from her chin. The lust on Val's face quickly drained to terror, as she imagined the scandal of being found back stage with her stepbrother's cock in her mouth.

  I threw a hammer fist into the door, smashing it shut into the face of the poor bastard that was trying to come in. The man behind the door was thrown backward before he could see inside the room and discover us.

  Wide-eyed, Val scurried over to the door on her knees, and locked it. She looked so hot crawling across the floor in that outfit that I could feel my cock getting fully hard again.

  “Miss Dawson?” The man behind the door asked again. His voice was groggy and it sounded like he was picking himself up off the ground. I didn't mean to hit him that hard it was just a reaction. Even still, I wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it meant protecting our secret.

  “Coming!” Val scrunched her face up and cursed beneath her breath, at the unintentional guilty, double meaning. “I mean, I'll be right out! Just, uh, freshening up!”

  “Ok,” the man said, tentatively. “Whenever you're ready, ma'am.”

  Val only exhaled when she was sure she could hear his footsteps fade in the opposite direction. “I can't believe we just did that!”

  “Relax,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. I helped her back to her feet. “Whatever happens, you can be my 'other' woman anytime.”

  Val flashed me a look, that said 'I'd better be your only woman.' I liked seeing that jealousy in her eyes.

  “Oh, no.” She then caught sight of her reflection and began to panic. Her makeup was smudged, her dress was roughed up. She was a beautiful disaster. “I don't have time to go back to hair and make up and the director is now waiting for me! What am I going to do?”

  “Val, you look amazing.” I grabbed the back of her ruined hairdo and pulled her mouth into mine. I licked her lips, smudging her lipstick even further, then kissed her. “Go out just like this, and know that no one can play this part better than you.”

  Chapter 17

  Valentine

  Past

  I checked my phone again for the hundredth time. It was still early. Arsen wasn't going to be here for another half hour, but I was going out of my mind waiting.

  Breathe, Valentine.

  I was wearing an off-the-shoulder, purple, mermaid dress with a train. It felt great, empowering even. It also made me feel extremely uncomfortable. There was no hiding anymore, people would really see me in this. And they would see me with Arsen. The mix of anticipation and nervousness was almost overwhelming to the degree of nausea.

  I didn't go to my sophomore or junior proms, or the winter balls, I never cared much for school functions. I twirled around in my mirror with the confidence I could only muster, here in my bedroom. I felt like a princess, and soon my knight would spirit me away.

  “'Spirit', really? It's just a prom, Valentine.” I shook my head the too-happy reflection in the mirror. I looked like a different version of myself. Arsen made me into a happier version. “Oh! I almost forgot.”

  I got Arsen something small for his eighteenth birthday tomorrow. I grabbed it just in case I decided to give it to him tonight, especially if everything went as well as I hoped. I turned the present over in my hand, having second thoughts about it.

  I hope he doesn't think it's too corny.

  I needed to leave the safety of my bedroom before I exploded with excitement and self-consciousness. I went downstairs to wait in our foyer, then checked the time on my phone again. It wouldn't be long now!

  I spotted my father walking to his study, manservant in tow. I hadn't seen him around the house lately. Despite doing an excellent job hiding it from the media, my father had a recurring gambling problem. At first I thought it was because of a film, but over the last few months he'd been acting more on edge than usual. I guess he'd fallen back off the wagon.

  “Father,” I said. He stopped and looked me over with squinting eyes, trying to figure out what occasion would require me to dress the way I was. “It's the—”

  “Prom, yes.” My father remembered quickly. “Was purple mandatory, Valentine?” His disinterested gaze turned into scrutinizing judgment. “The press will no doubt be hovering around for my daughter's first semi-public outing. Next time have Albert shop for you, he knows what's best for the Dawson brand this season.”

  I wanted to argue, but thought better of it. I hated the fact that my last name was a brand and not just a last name. It made me feel so imprisoned. I took a breath and swallowed my opinions.

  “Yes, father.” I paused, then hesitantly asked about the 'other' thing that had been on my mind like crazy. “Have you heard anything about the audition?”

  My father knew the film's director well, occasionally having him over for dinner and discussions. He had promised me an audition for a small supporting role on his latest film. Aside from Arsen, that was all I'd been thinking about lately. I finally felt ready for the opportunity.

  “Yes!” He said, lighting up. “Wonderful news, in fact.” I started smiling despite myself, I couldn't wait to go on my first real audition. I'd even found dialogue online and had been practicing my lines all week. All I've ever wanted to do was act and this was finally my chance. “Monique Lynn Villanueva did a radiant performance, I endorsed her for the role.”

  My chest clamped shut like a vice.

  “But you promised that I would at least get to audition.” I was no stranger to disappointment, but in that moment I felt older. The sadness was more of an ache than a stab. I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. My father hadn't ever helped me before in my acting career, why should he start now?

  “Don't whine, Valentine, it's unbecoming. Just be pleased that we have the proper cast in place now to produce yet another accolade for the Dawson name.” My father rattled off the words so casually that it almost felt like he was trying to hurt me.

  Was he always this cold?

  Albert, the manservant said something to my father in his typical soft voice. I used to try to eavesdrop, but Albert was too well trained to ever allow his low voice to be heard by anyone other than who he was talking to.

  “It seems your car has arrived.” My father said, frowning. The thought of Arsen always managed to brighten my heart regardless of what else was going on in my life. I was so thankful for that. “There's no time for you to change, unfortunately. Albert, escort Valentine to the car, we mustn’t keep Jonathan waiting.”

  “Jonathan?” The name slapped my face like a wet fish. Jonathan was the son of some CEO, he always came with his family to the parties my father threw at the house. I never liked him. “No, Arsen is—”

  “I've already spoken with Pamela, the Constantine boy wasn't a suitable choice for you. You only have one senior prom, Valentine. Jonathan will make
a more appealing suitor.” Pamela? I knew my father had talked to Arsen's mom a few times, but it was weird to hear him refer to her by first name only.

  “I-I can't.” I felt disoriented, like someone spun me around in a circle too many times. First the audition and now Arsen getting replaced like a tie for the wrong function... How had everything fallen apart so completely? “I don't even like Jonathan.”

  “That hardly ever matters, Valentine. Now, off you go.” My father shooed me away with one hand and resumed walking to the study.

  My life was an extension of the Hugh Dawson persona, and every situation would would be carefully manipulated. My father, I thought, spitefully, as Albert ushered me out to the waiting limo, was ruthlessly efficient.

  I looked out over the limo, down the long driveway. None of it felt real. I was in a play, acting out a predestined part. I was Juliet, Paris was in the limo and my Romeo was nowhere to be found.

  “Hey there, Valentine.” Jonathan opened the door with a wink.

  Albert politely, yet insistently, helped me into the back seat, then closed the door. A hopelessness welled up within me. I sat as far away from Jonathan as the car would allow, but that didn't deter Jonathan. He got up, sat next to me, and placed a hand on my knee. My nausea returned, but this time I wasn't giddy with excitement.

  Where are you Arsen?

  The driver started the engine and began pulling away. I didn't feel much like a princess anymore.

  Then I heard the rumbling of an engine speeding toward us. Arsen's truck screamed up the long driveway and slid to a stop right in front of the limo, blocking it from going any further. Even through the limo's tinted window, I could see Arsen's eyes burning when he stepped out of the truck.

  My knight had finally arrived. And he was angry.

  Present

  Arsen drove us onto the gated lot and up to the Mercy Lane studio. I was jittery, and could barely sit still the whole ride. This morning the director asked me to come in for a second audition.