Club ILLICIT 3: Billionaire Bonded Romance

by May, Savannah

  “Was your mother in on it with him, Harl?” He looked so stricken on behalf of my pain I wanted to hug him. My breasts swelled and pressed with the pressure of thirst rising in me.

  “She must have been because that DNA test she showed me as proof was a fake.”

  “I'm sorry.”

  It was automatic, the way Cole took my hand in his powerful strong ones. I could tell he did it without thinking and it was so comforting I could have cried. Except a slew of more powerful emotions was battling to the forefront in my body.

  “She always preferred her men over me. I never thought she'd go that far just to hang on to him though.”

  “She's too far away to hurt you now. I stashed her in South Carolina where she'll find a nice redneck to keep her warm.”

  “So you're all I've got left.”

  “Where are you going?” Cole said, almost alarmed when I rose slowly from the table.

  “I thought I may go check the bathroom, see if there's a strong delicious hunk hiding out in there and willing to take me in his arms.”

  I gave him a lascivious smile and walked slowly across the floor, swaying everything in time to the lascivious beat in my head. His eyes were almost burning a hole in my butt cheeks.

  My vision hadn't adjusted to the sexy gloom in the washroom, lit only by a starburst of pinlights in the walls. I was still leaning across the marble basin, staring in the mirror to check how ravaged my face was by recent events when I felt his pelvis collide with my ass. The massive bulge pressing into my ass crack and pulsating with hunger there.

  He pulled me back into him and buried his face in my neck but we were way too inflamed for soft caresses. That would have to wait for later. Right then I had to have every part of Cole Winter slammed all the way inside me. His hands tugged my tee shirt up and over my breasts and he ripped the cups of my bra away so my mounds fell free.

  “I need you now. I wanted it to be romantic but I can't wait to possess you one more second,” Cole growled as he planted nips into the curve of my neck. I was already quaking with anticipation to feel him stretch me open and fill the full length of my throbbing channel.

  “I don't want romance. I just want you,” I breathed. “This seems pretty romantic, ahhh,” my voice choked off as he clasped my sore nipples between his fingertips.

  “Are they tender?”

  “Take me however you want.”

  “I don't want to hurt you,” he panted, his breath coming in spurts of lust and emotion.

  “I might like it. Just take me, I can't wait any longer for you hard inside me.”

  Cole let out a groan growl at my plea and ripped the zipper of my jeans down. His hand tore into the crevasse between my thighs and found the tingling bud. I let out a wild moan as he rubbed circles on the protruding hungry bud.

  “Please.”

  I needed to have him inside me immediately. I'd waited too long and I was already falling over the edge into the divine oblivion of release. Cole dropped to his knees behind me as he dragged the tight jeans down over my hips and thighs. My breath came in starts and gasps then choked as he pulled my cheeks apart and laved his tongue the length of my slit.

  “Oh my god,” I arched my back and slammed my palms against the mirror in front of me. Cole swirled expert circles around my taut triangle until I was shivering with sparks flying through my core.

  “Cole,” I whimpered. “Now, please, now. I need you.”

  I was almost delirious with clutches of need firing through my tunnel for him to plunge inside me. I heard the zip of his pants and then he sheathed his massive shaft all the way up to the hilt. I felt the walls of my tunnel stretch deliciously and then collapse to his girth.

  He daggered both hands into my hair and clutched me there, bent over the marble, as he sawed the length of my tunnel. I ground back into his pelvis, urging, tugging him deeper into my body. His fingers traced perfect circles faster and faster around my clit and the pressure pooled in my thighs, gathering there.

  “I can't -” I wailed. My breath hitched and when Cole rammed all the way to the root and held his magnificent pole buried inside me I went over the edge in spasms of lights and sparks.

  “Baby, you're so beautiful. I love the way you hold me inside you. You make my cock explode.”

  He groaned as his thighs juddered and with me impaled on his prick, he erupted inside me. He shoved a little deeper with a moan as he gave me every last atom of his release. Then he collapsed on top of my body and we lay across the long trough basin panting for breath, our hearts touching though my back and pounding as one.

  When we calmed our breathing enough, we laughed together at the violent overwhelming need to merge. He withdrew and gently pulled my jeans back up. The hollow emptiness of him leaving made me crave him even harder.

  “I have to get you home,” he said. “I don't know how long I can hold off before stripping those things off you all over again.”

  “I know. It's like I've got years of passion pent up inside me. At least now we rewrote the history of our meeting,” I told him as he dragged me half running from the bar.

  All the way back to the penthouse I was hungry for more of Cole. I needed him inside me again, stretching me open, I loved how my walls surrendered to the rupture of his massive wide cock. After so much time apart and all we'd been through in order to be together, I was insatiable to possess him. I almost couldn't bear for the glorious climax to come because then it would be over and I'd have to let him slip away from me.

  Cole

  I will never ever get enough of my gorgeous girl. When she hugs my dick tight inside her I want to explode immediately but hold on to make it last forever. I don't ever want to not be buried all the way inside her. Ramming harder into her delicious pussy to get that little bit deeper.

  I gotta start taking the bike when we go out so I can feel her succulent thighs wrapped around me, her pussy pressed up against me constantly as we ride. Plus I can weave through traffic and even up on the sidewalk to get home faster and strip her naked. I want that divine body bare and whimpering under me with a greed that would make bears after winter envious. I have her now. Finally. Nothing will ever take her away from me.

  In the elevator I press her back into the black glass wall and pull her tee shirt up over those astounding breasts. I scoop each perfect mound out of its cup and spend the entire ride to the penthouse suckling and strumming her bullet tips. She's writhing and moaning eagerly, as avid as me for more. I squeeze her peak under my hand as I go for those skintight pants with the other.

  I want her whimpering for me again before we even get to the apartment. I want her begging and pleading me to fuck her harder than before. I drop to my knees in front of her and yank the jeans down over those succulent thighs. I can't be arsed to get her ankles loose, the sweet aroma of her pussy is tearing me up. I pull apart her pink lips and I get my wish as she shudders and whimpers with excitement. Her pelvis tips back as she arches hard and slams her arms into the glass walls beside her with a moan of rapture.

  “Oh my god Cole.”

  That's it – I want her rapturous and crying out for me. My dick is rigid and pounding for release, but not now, not yet. First she's going to beg. Her soft folds are glistening with slick desire and I lick across each one then plunge two fingers inside her while I whip my tongue across her slit.

  Her pussy tugs me further and her walls quiver around me as I lick her clit, pulling her eager little point between my lips. She squeals my name as the doors to the elevator open and her pussy fires a parade of tight tugs on my fingers. A scrumptious burst of honey water covers my tongue as her amrita female ejaculation flows.

  My Harley has gone weak at the knees, so I pick her up in the bridal hold and carry her to the bedroom. Our bedroom now.

  “That was devastating,” she whispers as she curls those hands around my neck.

  “It ain't over yet.”

  I lay her on the bed then drag those tight jeans off her ankles. Kneel
ing over her, I scoop some of our juices back to her tight hole. After massaging them in and loosening her, I insert a tiny clit buzzer inside her ass. She's tugged my dick free of my pants, thank fuck, because it's in agony. I've set the buzzer to random and spread her legs open.

  The instant I enter her, she's enlivened all over. Then the small shock sets off in her ass and her eyes bug open with surprise. Followed by a big smile. Oh yeah, my Harley is an adventurous girl. I ram into her tunnel harder while strumming her slick triangle. Every time the buzzer rings, she's getting an overload of sensation in all three areas and she loves it.

  She reaches up for my shoulders and pulls herself up so she's impaled on my dick. I couldn't be deeper inside her. I can feel the end of her tunnel swiping my head.

  “I love you.” It's out of my mouth before I realize.

  “Oh my god, I love you too. I love you so much it hurts,” she murmurs into my ear, clutching my shoulders into her stunning breasts.

  Then she rotates her hips to grind down onto my head making me detonate inside her all over again. I will never ever get enough of her pussy cradling and hugging me to her like she'll never let me go.

  We go for it again and again until we're both drained enough to nap. When we come to she pulls me up from the bed and leads me down the hall. We walk past the red room and the naughty minx slips inside. She lifts both hands above her head in the restraining rack, thrusting those fantastic breasts out at me so I have to follow her in there despite my ambivalence.

  I can't imagine spanking Harley for pleasure, let alone thrashing those smooth round butt cheeks. No I think I'm going to hang up the crop for good and maybe think about re-decorating this room into something more suitable. Like a nursery.

  But she's being such a tease that I know she wants to play, show me that she accepts me and my life, will maybe even embrace it. I strap her ankles into the stocks and trail a feather stick up the inside of her thigh. She quivers as I stroke it across her radiant lips and nipples and I'm starting to get a rod again. I could ravish her bewitching body all night and not get tired. And I intend to. Tonight, tomorrow night - Every fucking night until forever.

  “Cole.”

  Harley's voice is tremulous as she picks something up from the bed in front of her.

  “What is it, Babe?”

  She's holding a small round net object almost like one of those dream-catcher things hippies like to hang on the porch. When I get close to her, oh fuck, the sweet aroma of her almost destroys me. I wanna throw her down right there on the bondage bed and plunge all the way up to the hilt in her welcoming pussy. It's torture trying to control myself when I get close to her.

  “It's a flower, a knotted flower. Shibari.” She holds it out to me in the palm of her hand, questioning.

  “Not me babe, I don't have the patience for that shit. Michael must have left it as some kind of warning.”

  “I guess,” she said but she doesn't look convinced. I take it from her and toss it aside then unshackle her feet and drag her squealing and laughing down the hall back to the bedroom. But she breaks free and runs naked through the penthouse and up the stairs. I chase after her and catch her at the door to what was her bedroom. She's stopped in the doorway with an adorable frown of confusion.

  “What is it, Angel?”

  The door to her room is slightly open and she pushes it with the top of her toe, then waits, almost breathless.

  “No boogeymen here now, Harl.”

  “I forgot to tell you, I heard you and Rowan talking about someone starting a new club to complete with Illicit.”

  “Don't worry, we'll sort that out. You already told me you don't want to work at Illicit.”

  “No. I've decided to run that charity of yours. The one that helps the abused women and children in poor countries. But I know who started the competition.”

  “Who?”

  Harley walks into her room and immediately spies something lying on her silk pillow. She picks it up and holds it out to me with the same distaste. Another shibari rose.

  Michael hadn't come upstairs into her room that night. He would have barely had time to duck into the red room when he leapt out of the elevator behind Rowan. We both know my old man wouldn't have gone in for something as sophisticated as shibari. There wasn't one arty bone in his carcass. He was all about the brutality of pain and bondage. Even the complete trust part of that play was beyond him, he saw only the opportunity to control women and make them suffer.

  “It's Cruz de Angelis,” Harley says. “He agreed to start an exclusive club based on the senator's yacht. I was there. I heard them. It's where I found out about the hit.”

  My back bristles like a rabid dog when I hear that asshole's name on her lips. I can't stand the idea that he enjoyed feasting himself on Harley's body. And worse that he had that much intimacy, tying her into rope bondage for an entire night. Harley senses my pain like the perfect mate she is and places her small hand on my arm. We know we both made mistakes in this but all the same, we're too bonded to let anything come between us.

  “We can stop him Cole. Nothing and no one can get the better of us now we're together.”

  “Yeah and I guess it's time for a full upgrade on the security around here. We'll take that smooth bastard down.”

  She makes a grimace. I know she's had enough of brutality. So I flip the topic.

  “And I think it's an amazing idea that you run the charity. You'll be absolutely brilliant, it's a perfect fit.”

  She starts to chatter about the cool ideas she's been having and how she wants Fatou to help her. I'm listening at the same time shit's running through my mind.

  That fucker Cruz has mounted an attack on both fronts. Not only does he want Illicit business, he broke into my house to leave his calling card. His rope sculpture icons are a sign. He's making it very clear to me that he wants my Harley and the game is on. Sooner or later he intends to come for her.

  This means war.

  A Message from Savannah

  I hope you enjoyed reading this final part of the Club Illicit series of stepbrother romance novellas.

  Although the ILLICIT series is now complete, I have to say I was quite intrigued by the idea of Cruz and Kennedy while writing. I had to hold back from allowing Cruz to take over too much of the plot. So if enough readers want me to continue with the story of Illicit - I could be convinced. (UPDATE: After receiving numerous mails from wonderful readers, the first part of CRUZ, or the 4th part of Club Illicit, as it's set in the same world with Cole and Harlow, will be published end of October 2015

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