The Billionaire's Secret: Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance (Big Bad Billionaires Book 2)

by L. Steele

  "It's a love song recorded by John for Yoko," She bites her lower lip.

  "Tell me Gigi." I prompt.

  "I want you..." she huffs.

  I bring the cane down on her backside.

  She cries out, "I hate you."

  "I don’t." I slap the whip across her backside. She chokes. "In fact, I think I may even be falling in lust with you."

  I lower the crop again and again. She cries out, wriggles her hips, throws her head back. The skin of her arse cheeks blooms red. The tracks stand out against the creaminess of her skin. "Fuck, Gigi. I need you now."

  I loosen my grip and the switch slips from my hand. I drag my knuckles up her pussy. "You’re soaking, babe.’

  "Saint, please," her voice is strangled.

  "You ready for me?"

  "I’ve been waiting for you since before I knew who you were," she whispers, "when all I had was a hope and a wish for someone to push away all the memories that hold me back."

  "What’s holding you back, Gigi?"

  "I…I can’t tell you."

  "You will."

  "I… I…" she huffs.

  I lower my face, press my cheek to hers, "Say it… Say what’s on your mind."

  "They… The Mafia... They kidnapped my friend, Saint." Her voice trembles, "They're holding Nina hostage. They…forced me to play the role of Adam's wife."

  "Why you?" I cup her pussy. Her thighs clench.

  "Why did they contact you?"

  "Nina was my roommate at UCLA." She swallows.

  "You were close?" I strum her pussy lips.

  "Very." She shudders. "My parents moved from London to LA when I was twelve. My father left us shortly afterward." Her lips twist. "My mother ended up having to work two, sometimes three, jobs to make ends meet. Her focus was to put me through college so I could find a good job and carve a better future for myself."

  She blinks; her chin wobbles.

  I drag the wetness from her cunt to her back hole. "You got a scholarship to UCLA," I prompt.

  Shit, why had I said that? Me, the cold-hearted bastard who could string out an entire business discussion without showing mercy... The slightest hint of uncertainty from her and I can't stop myself from reaching out to help. This has got to stop.

  I smear her wetness into the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders. "That's where I met Nina," her voice quavers. "After my mother died, she was there for me; she pulled me out of the emotional hole I'd dug myself into. Clearly, the Mafia knew how close we were."

  I dip a finger inside her back hole. Her butt clenches and her entire body jerks.

  "Saint," she protests.

  "Complete what you were saying," I instruct.

  She swallows "There was no way I could abandon her." She tips up her chin, "But you know all this already, don't you?"

  I grunt.

  "Yet you married me?" she asks.

  I tilt my head.

  "Why?" Her chest rises and falls. "Why would you do that?"

  "To keep you close…" I draw in a breath, "Not only that, though. It may have started out that way, but I fell for you somewhere along the way. You understand that, right?"

  I slip another finger inside her back hole and she groans. I pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.

  "Oh, my god, Saint…" she mewls. "Please, it’s not enough."

  "Soon, darling." I pull out my fingers, then grip her hips to hold her in place. "What hold do they have on you, Gigi?"

  "I… I told you everything already." Her shoulders stiffen, her spine ramrod straight.

  Why is she not telling me everything?

  "What have they asked of you?" I lean over, kiss the shell of her ear.

  She moans.

  "You have to tell me if you want me to help you."

  I position my dick between her arsecheeks and she shivers.

  "Let me take some of the burden off of you, Gigi. Tell me why you’re running scared? You’re my wife, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you. You know that, right?"

  "Will you, Saint?" She thrusts out her hips and my dick nudges the opening of her puckered hole. Lust spirals up my spine and tension winds tight in my groin. I need to be inside of her. Need to take her again. "Anything," I force out the words through clenched teeth, "Anything for you."

  "Then tell me who the phone calls are from? The woman for whom you’ll leave your wife and go running? Who is she, Saint?"

  I dig my fingertips into her hips and she winces. I loosen my grip, slightly. It’ll leave marks on her there. Good. If this is the only way I can assert my ownership on her, then so be it.

  "You…saw us?"

  She nods. "I…followed you."

  "That’s why you came to the office?"

  "I came here because… I couldn’t bear to return to the bed we’d shared, after… You left to meet another woman."

  "You have no idea what you’re talking about," I growl.

  "Then tell me, Saint." She turns to glance at me.

  "I… I can’t; not without putting you in danger."

  "Me?" She blinks.

  "It's the kind of thing you want no part of."

  "Why can't you let me be the judge of that?" she scowls.

  Fuck, fucking fuck. She has no idea what she’s asking of me.

  "Why can't you trust me to decide what's best for you?"

  "Is it?" She swallows. "Or is this more convenient for you?"

  "There you go, doubting me again." I blow out a breath. "Besides, I am sworn to secrecy. I made a promise to her."

  She winces; her face pales. "What about the promise you made to me? You swore to take me as your wife, to cherish and to protect me."

  "All of which I intend to do."

  "Then start with this. If there’s even a small chance for us to be together, then tell me what it is you’re hiding?"

  "I…" I lower my chin to my chest, "I can’t, Gigi. It’s not my secret to tell," I hold her gaze, "but I can show you how much I want you."

  "It’s not enough." She tosses her head, "You can take your dick and stuff it—"

  "Oh, I am going to stuff it all right." I bare my teeth, "Inside you, where it belongs."

  "No," she tries to pull away.

  I hold her in place, "Yes."

  "I don’t want this."

  I shove my hand around and between her legs, "You do." I slide my fingers inside her soaking cunt. "Whatever our differences may be, however divisive the secrets between us, there’s one place where we can’t hide from each other, and that’s when we fuck."

  "Fuck off."

  "I intend to, only I am going to take you with me, sweetheart."

  I shove my fingers in and out of her and she whines. I grind the heel of my palm into her clit; she throws back her head. She snaps back her shoulders, thrusts up her hips. My dick stabs into her backhole, and she groans.

  "Damn you, Saint. Damn you for the responses you wring from my body."

  "Good, the feeling’s mutual then."

  I pinch the swollen nub of her clit and she screams. Her body bucks and her knees part further. She lowers her cheek to the desk, shoves her trembling butt toward my face.

  "Fuck, Gigi, I have to take you." I release her pussy, squeeze her arse cheeks, holding them apart. "Now." I kick my hips forward, and my dick slips inside her puckered hole.

  38

  Saint

  * * *

  "What do you think?"

  I glance up from where I’d been pacing in the living room of the suite. She stands framed in the doorway to the bedroom. The green gown clings to her breasts, seeming to be kept up by nothing except their perkiness. It cinches in at her impossibly tiny waist, only to flare around her hips, and flow down in straight lines, to her toes. She props a palm on her waist, thrusts out a leg through the slit that rides all the way up to the waist.

  My hand tightens on the glass of whiskey I hold. "The fuck are you wearing?"

  Her eyebrows lower, "Have you forgotten that yo
u picked out this dress?"

  So what? She has no business looking that beautiful, that over-the-top seductive in that outfit. When I’d seen it in the store…all I had thought of was how well it would match her eyes. I’d imagined her wearing the gown, and fuck, if I hadn’t come right then. Of course, I had picked it out for her. Had wanted her to wear a dress that was revealing enough to make her uncomfortable. One of my crazy-ass ideas that had seemed brilliant at the time. Why does she have to look so delectable in that? Why the hell does it matter to me that men will eat her up with their eyes? I toss back the rest of the whiskey, place it on the counter of the bar I had been leaning against.

  "Turn around."

  "What?"

  I circle the air with my finger.

  She frowns.

  I jerk my chin. She draws in a breath, then does a slow turn for me.

  "The fuck?" The back of the dress is far, far worse. It dips in a V that plunges down all the way to the top of her arse crack. The shadowed cleavage between her ass cheeks mocks me. I was inside of her not a few hours ago.

  I’d carried her into the private elevator at the office—it was too early for any of the other Seven to be around—then to the top floor, where I had directed my helicopter back to my hotel suite. That way, there had been no chance of anyone seeing her in her undressed state. I’d let her sleep in my bed, watching her as she’d not stirred… Not until I’d woken her up an hour ago to get dressed. I’d left the outfit for her, needing to see her wear my choice. It is perfect for her. It brings out all of her best attributes, the silver-tipped heels on her feet giving her a few added inches that accentuate the jut of her butt, the proud thrust of her cleavage.

  I prowl toward her, place my palm flat in the middle of her bare back.

  She shudders, "Saint."

  "Get out of this dress."

  "I will not." She turns to glare at me, "I put a lot of effort into looking good."

  "Is that what you call this?" I step back, look her up and down,

  My heart stutters; she so fucking beautiful. And yet... She still hasn't revealed the real reason she came to me.

  I draw myself up to my full height. "Step out of it, Gigi, or I’ll make you do it."

  "Try me," she juts out her lower lip, then turns away.

  I push her up against the wall, hook my finger in the 'V' of her dress and tug. The delicate fabric rips.

  She gasps and the sound coils in my belly. I’m instantly hard.

  She looks over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" her voice is breathless.

  I yank at the cloth and it parts all the way down to the hem. I let go and it pools to the floor.

  "Jesus," I take in the silver thong that rides the top of her butt.

  "The fuck are you wearing?"

  She wriggles her feet, tries to angle her body. I apply more pressure to her back. She arches up.

  "Answer me," I growl.

  "What does it look like?" The anger in her voice slices straight to my gut. My belly tightens. My cock tents my pants.

  I run a finger down the silvery thread caught between her arse cheeks.

  Her thigh muscles ripple.

  "Saint," her voice hitches, "please."

  "Please what, Gigi?" I plant my thigh between her legs, pushing them apart.

  She shudders, "Why…why are you doing this?"

  I dip a finger inside her pussy. The melting heat clings to my skin. "That’s why," I growl. "Because I only have to glare at you, and your body instantly responds.” I yank on the thin silver fabric and it snaps.

  A small scream leaves her lips, "You…you don’t want to do this."

  I laugh, "Don’t you realize? In no way, can you tell me what to do."

  I unbuckle my belt, lower my zipper.

  "Stop," she snarls.

  I yank her butt toward me, position her right, shove her legs apart further, and—

  "Don’t—" her voice breaks.

  I pull out my dick, position it at the opening of her melting pussy. Drag my hand up and around to cup her breast, "I want you," I growl.

  "Not yet."

  I squeeze her nipple, run my tongue up the curve of her ear, "Yes, yet."

  "First answer my riddle."

  "Huh?" I pause, "What did you say?"

  "Answer my questions. If you get it right, you can have me… Else…"

  "Else?"

  "You have to wait until I am ready."

  "You know I don’t allow anyone else to question me."

  "Why not?" She frowns at me, her cheek flat against the wall. "What are you afraid of Saint?"

  "Nothing."

  I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her mouth parts.

  "See, your body can’t deny me."

  "That’s true," she swallows, "but you relish challenges, Saint, and I’m challenging you to own my mind."

  "What does that mean?"

  "Answer my question…and I promise, I’ll never stop you again."

  The familiar fear bursts through my mind. My heart begins to race. Sweat beads my temple.

  Fact is that I'd take her anyway I can get her...but... I also can't deny her. My dick nudges the soft opening of her pussy, and I force myself to stay there. Stay.

  "What is always too late?" Her voice slices through the lust in my head.

  Don’t answer. Don’t. Damn her, she is the only person I’ll always answer. Fuck her for exploiting that, and fuck me for answering.

  "Regret," I snarl.

  She tips up her head, "Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet."

  I pause, my pulse rate ratchets up. "Death," I grind out.

  "When I sneak up on you, you’ll never be the same again." She smiles, "What am I?" A tear slides down her cheek.

  I bend into her, lick it up. "Betrayal," I growl.

  She swallows.

  "You going to betray me, Gigi?"

  "What do you think?" She tips up her chin, her gaze challenging. "The mighty Saint, who’s never had the courage to lose his heart ever before... You think I have the guts to betray you?"

  "I think," I grip her hips, position her just right, "that you already have." I propel my hips forward and enter her.

  Her head falls back against my shoulder. She brings up her hand and I grab her palm, flatten it against the wall, pressing my fingers in between hers.

  "My God, Gigi, you’re…" My cock lengthens inside of her. She thrusts back, grinds her butt into the hard wall of my pelvis. "Please." The word spills from her lips.

  A groan rips out of me. I grind my teeth so hard, pain rips up my jaw. I lower my head to the curve between her neck and shoulder, "Fuck you for getting to me. Fuck me for not being able to resist you. Fuck us both for what we are doing to each other." I bite down on her neck.

  She screams.

  Her pussy clamps down on my cock. I pull out, and the friction of my dick against the melting walls of her channel is too much. More blood rushes to my groin. I drag my fingers up to her breasts, squeeze her nipple.

  Her body bucks. I rip my teeth from her shoulder, turn her head to mine. "Open your eyes," I growl.

  Her eyelids flutter open, her pupils so big in her eyes, they seem to swallow up most of her iris, leaving only a ring of green at the circumference.

  "Saint," she whispers.

  "I fucking love you," I snarl.

  Her face whitens. "You can’t."

  "Too late," I bare my teeth. "Congratulations, you got what you set out to do."

  I propel my hips forward, bury myself inside her with such force that my balls slap against her skin.

  Her mouth opens and her throat moves as she tries to speak. I shake my head, "Save it for later, babe, cause both you and I are going to pay for this." I pull out and thrust back in, impaling her again and again. Her body jerks and spasms grip her body, sweep up her hips, her breasts.

  Her gaze widens, "Omigod," she gasps, "I’m going to…"

  I pull out, and come on her b
ack.

  "What the—?" She blinks.

  I step back, survey the white ribbons of my cum that crisscross her curves. Pulling out my handkerchief—monogrammed because, what the fuck? I gotta play the part of gazillionaire dickhead with no details spared—I throw it at her. "Clean yourself up."

  I tuck myself back in, turn and stride to the lift.

  "Oh, and Gigi," I glance at where she hasn’t moved from against the wall, "don’t be late."

  39

  Victoria

  * * *

  I pause outside the entrance to the ballroom of the Claridge's—the same one where, only a few weeks ago, I’d wed Saint. Wed him? Ha, that has to be a euphemism for… The most mind-blowing sex ever… Okay, so I don’t have experience to compare it to; but hell, if that matters.

  I've seen enough porn online, heard enough from friends in university, swapped enough secret fantasies with Nina to know... What I had with Saint was exceptional.

  I shudder, nervously toy with the ring he gave me. The emerald warms against my skin. Stay strong, you can do this Victoria. You only have the next few hours to get through... And then what?

  Escape? Get out of here, away from the Mafia… At what cost? You’ll give up the man who’d professes to love you? He may as well hate me. That’s what his tone had implied. No, Saint doesn’t understand the meaning of the word love. He is obsessed…fixated, maybe… Sure, he finds me attractive, but he’ll forget me. He’ll move on quickly. To another hotel suite, another lay, another woman to take and conquer. My heart stutters. He’ll forget about me soon enough…and I… I will be free.

  Still tethered to the thought of him—his touch, his feel, the crude way he’d taken me earlier, how he’d torn off my gown, not caring for the fact that it was new and expensive. It shouldn’t matter to me. That flaunting of his wealth had been a crude gesture… One meant to put me in my place. And I had found it hot. I had been instantly wet and throbbing and aching for him. My nipples tighten against the short black sheath. I run my hands down the fabric that clings to my thighs.

  This isn’t one of Saint’s purchases. It had been in the bag I’d packed before leaving Amelie’s. No way, am I wearing anything else bought by him. Not after how he'd reacted to my wearing the previous one. What the hell had come over him? He'd been like a man possessed. He'd fucked me, then not allowed me to climax. Just like he'd refused to tell me who that woman is. There has to be a simple explanation to it... So why won't he reveal it? How can it be for my safety when it is tearing me apart from inside?