Pretend Married (A Billionaire Love Story)

by Nikki Wild

  “Trent, I am never going to run again,” I pleaded desperately. “Never. Ever.”

  “It’s you and me,” he told me.

  “That’s right. You and me.”

  “Forever?”

  “Forever.”

  I didn’t even realize what I was saying until after I’d spoken the words, but I gasped with understanding.

  Did he mean that?

  Did he want me to stay forever?

  I didn’t have time to dwell on this, because suddenly, his cock slammed hard into me.

  My body was driven over the edge as he began furiously fucking me, his weight pushing down over me.

  He was fiddling with something briefly to the side, and then the back to my chair collapsed down.

  With a slight, padded thud, I realized that I was on my back, my bindings still securing me in place, and he was pushing down on top of me. His majestic, furious cock was penetrating me, over and over, again and again…

  And I almost immediately came harder than I thought was humanly possible.

  My brain practically whited out in complete, ethereal bliss as the punishing string of climaxes robbed me of all rational thought. The intense collective release left a tremendous ache all across my body. It was only as I began regaining my senses that I realized my tension had loosened my bindings.

  Within an instant, I’d ripped my wrists free and thrown myself up from him, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.

  As I glared down at Trent, sitting up to face me, his surprise fell way to what was almost fear.

  “You look pissed,” he stammered out.

  With a snarl, I descended, shoving him onto his back on the unfolded patio chair, where I had just been lying.

  “MY TURN,” I furiously told him.

  Grabbing his long cock with my hand, I lowered myself down onto it.

  “You’ve been in control all this time…”

  I moaned hungrily, feeling the overwhelming power of his cock slipping deep inside me. With a deep gasp, I struggled to keep my mind clear.

  “…And now, I’m in control. Because you and I… We are partners now. Equals.”

  Trent’s lip curled, but he didn’t contest this.

  I lowered myself down hard onto his cock, and we both shuddered together with pleasure.

  “And that means, from now on…we’re on the same page, you and I…”

  I thrust down again.

  “No secrets…”

  And again.

  “No fears…”

  And again.

  “No running away.”

  Trent’s fingertips dug deep into my skin as he threw his head back in ecstasy. I don’t think he remembered what it was like to relinquish even a tiny bit of control.

  “You and me, Angel,” he whispered seductively. “You and me against the fucking world.”

  “That’s right,” I murmured, leaning forward to grasp onto his shoulders. I rolled my hips into his, and he thrust up to meet my movements. “You and I are a team. And from this point on… I won’t run, and you won’t control. We’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”

  “You’re goddamn right,” he smiled.

  I leant down, sealing the promise with a kiss. It wasn’t a hungry, lustful kiss between us – but that doesn’t mean it was any less passionate than any other kiss we’d ever had.

  As we pulled away, we were in a different world together.

  We were unified.

  We were one.

  We were together, in body and mind.

  “Are you ready for this?” I whispered.

  “Show me what you’ve got,” he grinned cockily.

  I rolled my hips down against his again, harder than ever, and he practically let loose in the instant.

  “For the rest of tonight, I’m calling the shots,” I told him. “And you’re going to be okay with that.”

  “I already am.”

  “Good,” I cooed, rocking against his body.

  And for the rest of the night, we didn’t fuck. We weren’t at it like hungry, ravenous teenagers, sloppily banging with complete, animalistic abandon.

  Instead…

  We made wild, passionate, furious love.

  And it was the second-best night of my life.

  As for the best night…

  Epilogue

  Angel

  One Year Later

  As I nodded tearfully with what must have been a ridiculously goofy smile, the roomful of pop stars and rock musicians burst into thunderously cheerful applause. Trent, happier than I had ever seen him, almost fumbled the ring as he slipped it up onto my finger.

  Living with a mega rockstar for twelve months had been an enlightening experience. I’d adjusted to his world now – the endless promos, the record deals, even the paparazzi.

  Trent Masters and the Whiplash dissolved a few weeks after we arrived back home, citing “creative differences.”

  Of course, I knew what really happened.

  It had ended with split lips and broken bones.

  The other musicians were off doing their own thing – the last I’d heard of them, they had tried to pull together a new band with pair of new singers, but were inwardly struggling to define their sound. It wasn’t looking hopeful.

  And that was before dreadlocked Waylon wound up with possible charges of sex with a fan just below the age of consent. It was still inconclusive, but from what Trent had told me… it was probably inevitable.

  Trent, meanwhile, had rescued his old bassist from that fate. Terence, ever quiet and studious, was a talented professional of several instruments. With Trent on vocals, acoustic, and electric guitar, Terence handled bass, piano, and occasionally violin duties.

  But they still needed a third.

  I politely declined when they originally approached me to play drums. I didn’t have any professional training, but they were convinced that my ability to keep rhythm was all I needed to get started. I practiced day and night…

  Turned out, it worked. The two of them kept throwing out words like “a natural” and “drumming prodigy”, but I didn’t really believe any of that. I wanted this, and these days, I was willing to work hard and take what I wanted.

  Together, we called ourselves The Tonic Electronic, quickly striking out a single that surprisingly found its way onto on the Billboard Top Ten. A few months later came our debut EP, up for critical acclaim and routine radio play.

  I just liked the feel of the drumsticks in my hands. Although we knew we weren’t going to tour much, I loved knowing that I was onstage with my lover and our friend – making music that drew large, dedicated crowds.

  It didn’t hurt that, while I completely trusted Trent, I got to watch him routinely turn down thirsty, lustful groupies and send them towards our very grateful stud of a musician.

  Trent’s repeat success had also drawn the attention of a major label veteran – and that friendship quickly blossomed into mentorship. Guided every step of the way, he was weeks away from formally debuting his own label, Whiplash Records.

  Not only were we self-representing, a couple of other singers wanting to go solo had already headhunted Trent to support them. He was just putting the finishing touches on the proper team of studio professionals to see their careers rise.

  Some of them were here this night, watching Trent propose to me. I’d naively thought this was some kind of a label pre-launch party, which is why I’d been surprised when other Top 40 musicians had been present.

  As the champagne popped, and musical celebrities came to offer their congratulations, I realized that I had found my place in the world – a place beside the man who had always looked out for me and kept the evil men in my life away.

  With that said, though, my distorted memories from before the accident were probably never going to come back…

  But you know what?

  I didn’t need them.

  This new life of mine that Trent and I had forged together was perfect, just the way that it was. An
d now, with his ring on my finger, I knew that we were going to be happy together for the rest of our lives… I even took the time to let Old Greg know about it… It just felt right.

  While we enjoyed the company of our friends, my fingers slipped into my pocket for my phone. I was going to make a post to Facebook for our fans to see. That’s when my fingers brushed against the folded sheet of paper – the results from my surprise exam earlier today.

  I hadn’t even told him my big surprise yet.

  Trent was going to be a daddy.

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  ROUGHNECK (A Dark Biker Romance)

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  A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

  By Nikki Wild and Kat Jackson

  Copyright 2016 Nikki Wild

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  Protect and Serve

  Sandra Williams is a by-the-books detective with a job to do: Protect Nathaniel Hale, the most infuriatingly arrogant and hopelessly self-entitled billionaire playboy on the planet. There’s only one problem…

  He’s the man who took her innocence…

  It was supposed to be an easy ride… Just spend a few days shacked up in a cheap apartment until the bastard could testify.

  The rules were simple. Keep him alive, keep him quiet, and don’t have sex with him… Again…

  Two out of three isn’t bad…

  This is a stand-alone novel with a HEA and NO cliffhanger.

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  Acknowledgments

  Thanks to my husband and my wonderful children for being so patient with me. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you all.

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  The last place on earth that I wanted to be was at Nathaniel Hale’s front door.

  I sighed as I looked up at the obscene decadence looming before me. This was the mansion I’d come to loathe over the past few years, and one I’d ended up at more times than I cared to count. It was home to one of the most obnoxious playboys I’d ever met, a walking, talking, self-entitled stereotype who had made my life hell on more than one occasion.

  And this time, I was not coming here to fuck him. It didn’t matter how much I wanted him to open this door and pull me inside by my hair for old times sake... I was here on police business, and that was the beginning and the end of it. Our history together didn’t put him above the law, and neither did his pile of money.

  I stared at the thick wooden door, waiting for a response. Nathan wasn’t exactly a criminal, but he was definitely a nuisance. Maybe having a multibillion dollar inheritance dropped on your lap could do that to a person. Even now, the front lawn was strewn with remnants of another of his famous parties. I never knew what exactly he was celebrating, but it almost always involved half-naked women and rivers of booze.

  And despite my best intentions, here I was again. Nathaniel Hale’s little puppet… He knew the power he held over me… Every time I showed up at his door, badge in hand, he’d flash me a lopsided grin and tell me: Loosen up a little, Officer Williams. Come on in and have a drink with me.

  That wasn’t going to happen today. No matter how much I wanted it, I had to be strong. If I went through that door, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. This time, he was coming with me.

  I smiled at the thought. It was about damn time some of Nathaniel Hale’s skeletons came out of the closet.

  The first time I knocked on this door I was a rookie just out of the academy, and I didn’t know anything about those skeletons. Barely twenty years old and on my own, I couldn’t even legally have the drink he offered me… But Mr. Hale insisted. He knew what he was doing. I was young and innocent and he was the kind of man who gets what he wants. Maybe if I hadn’t gone inside I wouldn’t be standing here again…

  I could remember following him through the door that first time, ticket-in-hand and ready to fine him for the disturbance and get back to my beat. I lost my entire train of thought as he drew me inside. I’d grown up on the wrong side of the tracks, and I’d never been close to a house this big, let alone inside one. There was a chandelier hanging over the entry that probably cost more than my salary. Music pulsed through me, the beats keeping time with my own racing heart.

  Nathaniel Hale didn’t give me a chance to get my bearings. “Come upstairs and we can get started,” he said, his voice barely audible over the sounds. He had gripped my arm and led me up the stairs toward his office, the crowd of beautiful people stepping aside and letting us through. I could feel the heat from his fingertips, my heart fluttering in an unexpected way with every step we took. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. A moment later we were standing in front of the large wooden doors, my eyes widening as he threw them open to an even more opulent study.

  “Did they tell you what I like?” he asked as we made our way into the office. He moved to a large chair, leaving me standing in the center of the space in a way that made me feel totally exposed and on display.

  “I’m here on a noise complaint, not to discuss your likes and dislikes, Mr. Hale,” I’d replied, more confused than anything.

  “A feisty one. You must be new. What’s your name, beautiful?”

  I couldn’t help myself. I blushed. Mr. Hale wasn’t some ordinary man. His face was a masterpiece, as though he’d been chiseled from the finest marble by the most divinely-inspired sculptor there was. His burnt jade eyes were host t
o flecks of gold near their center, orbiting his pupils and glimmering every time he flashed one of those blinding white smiles. The man was unbelievably wealthy, almost criminally handsome, and he thought I was beautiful…

  “Officer Williams,” I replied curtly, trying to maintain my composure. Standing here under his withering gaze was enough to make me lose my mind. His eyes swept up and down my uniformed body, appraising me the way a lion might look at a zebra.

  “You said that at the door, Ms Williams. I’m asking you for your real name,” he replied, a smile blooming across his face.

  “Sandra,” I whispered.

  “Turn around, Sandra.”

  The words were less of a request and more of a command. I don’t know why, but my feet were moving before my brain could catch up. I found myself facing away, gasping ever so slightly as I heard Mr. Hale moving from his chair. All of my police training was screaming out. This shouldn’t be happening. What in the world was I doing?

  All of my protests came to a sudden halt as his hands found their way to my hips. A tingle flashed up my spine and I was lost. He held me so softly, his chest pressing into my back and his head finding its way along the edge of my neck. Even the thrumming sounds of the party downstairs seemed to fade away as he inhaled deeply, drawing scent from my shoulder up and over my collar, his lips pressing effortlessly just below my ear.

  “Mr. Hale, what are you doing?” I managed to whisper, heat rising up my body in a way I had never felt before. No man had ever held me like this. I was too busy for dating, too driven for a casual encounter. What in the hell was going on?