Beauty and the Billionaire Boss: A Bad Boy Romance

by Elliot, Nicole

  “Lay down on the hood,” he commanded. All I could do was nod as I leaned back down on the hood. I felt the cold metal beneath me and I shuddered a little. Luka grabbed my legs and pulled my body a bit closer to his, spreading my legs with his hands. He leaned down and kissed my inner thighs as his fingertips ran up my legs and pushed up underneath my skirt. My skin bristled at his touch.

  His lips reached my thong and I could feel his hot breath on my sex, and my whole body shuddered. Using his teeth, he pulled my thong aside and held it in place with his left hand. As he gently flicked his tongue across my clit, I felt the pressure inside my body start to build.

  As his tongue moved back and forth, he teased me with his fingers outside of my folds. I arched my back up and closed my eyes. He pushed two fingers inside me and I let out a loud moan, forgetting that we were no longer inside the quiet of his car. It no longer mattered that we could get caught, all that mattered was the amazing way he was making me feel. His tongue flicked faster and his hands moved in rhythm as he brought me close to the edge in ecstasy. Just as I was about to fall into my orgasm, I felt the absence of his lips and his fingers. I quickly opened my eyes and saw him unzipping his pants.

  “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you,” he said.

  “So badly,” I said. “I need you inside me right now.” He smiled and pulled out his large cock.

  “Prove it.”

  Surprising myself, I quickly grabbed his hips and guided his cock inside me. I let out a load moan as he pushed in, bracing himself on his hands on the hood of the car. I pushed my hips up to meet his, and I reached my arms up and grabbed on to his strong shoulders.

  “Fuck me, Luka.”

  He thrust his hips forward, causing the whole car to move. His hips started to move faster and I spread my legs farther, letting him go deeper.

  “Oh God, Luka, harder!”

  His hips moved faster and faster as my body began to shake, and I felt my orgasm bubble over. Once I was finished, he pulled out and flipped me over.

  “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

  I quickly moved myself so I was on my hands and knees. I felt his hand snake through my hair and grab hold of it as he pushed himself back inside me. Using his left hand, he pushed my skirt up and guided my hips roughly back on his own. He pulled my head back and started to thrust his hips harder. I felt his cock hit my g-spot perfectly, and the pressure in my body built up again. He continued to pump his hips as he pulled my head back a little farther. His left hand left my hips and he moved it up under my shirt and bra, grabbing on to my nipple. He gently tugged, and I felt my entire body start to shake.

  He pushed his hips roughly forward and I felt him release inside me. My body clenched on his and the pressure I was containing burst as I fell into my orgasm with him. It was like nothing I had ever experienced with anyone else.

  He pulled my body up to his and whispered in my ear.

  “Let’s go upstairs. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  6

  Luka

  “Luka, your phone is ringing again,” she said, looking exasperated. She was just waking up, lying between my arms in my bed. Fuck. It was strange to think of it as my bed, instead of the cold hard bunk in my jail cell. But I was finally back, in my home and with Vienna. It was everything to me. I nestled my face into her dark hair and inhaled the sweet scent of strawberries, which must have been her shampoo. I pulled her body closer to mine and held her tighter. She turned around to face me, holding the phone in my face. “I said your phone is ringing again. Don’t you think you should answer it?”

  I rolled my eyes and turned onto my back. “I don't really want to.” I knew who it was: my family. I came back to my apartment and changed after getting out of jail, and I had gone straight to Vienna. I hadn't even called my mom yet to tell her I was out. They were going to be pissed, but that was an issue I just wasn't willing to deal with yet. Not when I had this hot piece of ass in my bed.

  “If it's your family, you need to answer them. I'm sure they're just worried about you.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her. “You and I both know that my family has never once been worried about me. I can take care of myself.”

  She pulled the sheet around her body, covering her breasts. “I know you can take care of yourself, but they are your family. They're always going to want to take care of you. Your mom, especially.”

  Okay, so she had a point there.

  I heard the phone vibrate again, and this time, she dropped it on my chest and pulled the sheet off the bed, wrapping it around herself and walking toward the bathroom. She threw me a look over her shoulder and let the sheet loosen a bit, exposing that sweet porcelain white skin before closing the door. “Answer it.”

  I sighed heavily, but I clicked to accept the call. My father was on the other end of the line. “My boy! How's the outside treating you?”

  I sat up, leaning against the headboard of my bed. “Pops, what’s going on? You called me like five times. I didn't think you missed me that much.”

  He laughed, but I knew it wasn't sincere. “You were supposed to report directly to the office once you got out. I mean, I assumed you’d go home and change, but to bring a girl back there? Isn’t that a little premature?”

  I shook my head. He put a tail on me. Of course he fucking did. He would never trust me again, not after that night. “So who's watching? Should I open up the blinds and give them a good show?”

  “That's none of your concern. Just get your ass into the office. There's work to do.”

  “Pops, I've been in jail for four years. I have my own shit to do first.”

  There was dead silence on the other end of the line, except for my father’s slow, measured intake of breath. Fuck. I'd taken it too far. Being in for all that time had made me forget how to deal with him.

  “But I'll be in shortly. Just give me a couple hours to get my affairs in order.”

  “Fine. You have three hours. But as soon as you're done doing whoever it is you're doing, get your ass in here and be prepared to work.”

  “Got it.” I wasn’t even sure if he heard my response. He had already hung up. I set the phone back on my bedside table just as Vienna emerged from the bathroom. She had her tousled hair pulled up on top of her head and she had made the sheet into a sort of dress. She was stunning. And all that I wanted to do was to rip that white sheet off of her body and take her until she was sore.

  “So was that your dad? Or your mom?”

  She crawled onto the bed. She rested her body right between my legs, her elbows on my chest. She was so close, I could reach out and kiss her right now, bite on her lower lip and tell her what I wanted to do to her, but I knew she was fishing for information. And I wasn't going to deny her the truth anymore.

  “Pops, he wants me to come in. By the way, we apparently have a tail, so they know that you're here. But I don't think they have any idea who you are.”

  A look of concern crossed her face. “What would happen if they knew it was me?”

  I shrugged. “I'm not really sure. I mean, you’ve been gone so long. I’m not sure they would even recognize you. They looked for you. They wanted you to be a part of our family, did you know that?”

  “No,” she said quietly.

  “But now, all that they want is their shining example of a son back. I'm not actually sure how they would handle a woman in my life.”

  “Is that what I am? A woman in your life? I mean really, Luka, what the hell are we doing here?”

  “I'll take care of you now, I'm here.”

  She backed away from me, sitting on the edge of the bed. There were only a couple feet between us, but it might as well have been miles. She was pushing me away. But I wasn't going down without a fight.

  “And then what happens? When you go back to jail? When the feds finally catch up with your family? I'm just supposed to sit here and pick up the pieces? I never wanted to be a part of this life, Luka!”

  “You
mean my life? My family would've done anything you needed when your mother died. They even looked for you, hired private investigators. They did everything to find you and take care of you, but you ran away. And now I get why. You know how dangerous I am. And that scares you.”

  7

  Vienna

  The truth was that it did scare me. Luka Gioti was as dangerous as they came. I knew what had landed him in jail, or at least I suspected. I'd seen the incidents in all of the newspapers. Suspected mob killer, bodies beneath his belt. I read all the headlines. As a kid, I knew Luka better than most people. We'd grown up together, been the best of friends, and I loved him. And looking at him now, lying naked in his bed, I had to admit to myself that I still did. Every single part of me needed to have him inside me. To have his hands on my body again.

  But I had a job to do. And that was quickly falling apart. Every second I spent with him broke down the walls that I had carefully constructed.

  As much as part of me wanted to allow myself to feel that way about him again, I didn't know that I could keep up. I wasn't made for this lifestyle, and the fact that I hadn't come back before now was just evidence of that. The lifestyle scared me. I had known Luka was in jail, and I could've gone to visit him, but I didn't. I was protecting myself. I felt like I had to.

  “I'm not afraid of you,” I lied. “I'm afraid of losing you, not the man that you are. I accepted that part of you a long time ago.” The second part was true.

  Luka grabbed me and pulled my body closer to his.

  “I’m glad you aren’t afraid of me. I only do what I have to for the family.”

  Everything always went back to the family. Some family, I thought. Sure, Luka claimed that they would have taken care of me, but I didn’t buy it. They never protected my mother. Anger bubbled up inside of me when I thought of how easily my family was brushed aside. What had happened to bring us here?

  “Besides, you've owed your time. I'm sure you don't want to go back to jail. So you won't do the more serious jobs, you'll just take care of the books. That's safe, right?”

  I felt Luka’s muscles tense at my jab. I slightly turned my body to face him, and he stared at me with a hard look in his eyes. I was spewing my past poisons at him. What happened to my mother was his family’s fault, and somehow, being alone with him now, I felt like I needed to blame him for her death. But seeing the cold look on his face didn’t make me feel any better. It only made me feel worse.

  “I'm sorry, Luka, I didn't mean that.”

  He put his hands up. “It's fine. I never expected you to get over her death that easily. Or the fact that my family was involved. We would have saved her if we could have. You remember she wasn't the only one we lost that day. Two other men, and we were lucky that you made it out alive. I’ve thought about that day so many times. About what I would've done had I been there.”

  “What would you have done?”

  He pulled me close to his body again. The bed sheet was still wrapped around me, and it was all that was between his naked body and mine. Despite my anger toward Luka and his family, I still wanted him. I licked my lips in anticipation.

  “I would've killed for you. I would've done anything to save you and your mother. I would never let anything happen to you, Vienna. Never,” he whispered to me, mumbling against my skin. My body ached in response. As much as I knew he was bad for me, hearing those words made my heart flutter. As much as I tried to deny it, I wanted more of him. I wanted his lips on my skin, on his fingers, in between my legs. Heat rushed through my body as I pushed myself closer to his strong frame, letting the bed sheet loosen around me.

  “Make me want to stay. Force me.” The words escaped my lips without me even meaning to say them aloud. Fantasies I had in my head for all these years were finally playing out.

  He grasped the back of my head and tugged on my hair as he pulled my face into his two hands.

  “I've got three hours until I have to go back.”

  “That's a lot of time.”

  “It's just enough time.”

  “Just enough?” I asked.

  “To make you sore.”

  I let the sheet fall, exposing my body. His hands in my hair tightened as he crashed his lips into mine. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled my hips on top of his. I felt his hard cock rest between us and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. As I was about to move my hips, he quickly grabbed me and flipped me over onto my back and pushed himself inside me. I let out a moan in surprise and let my body melt into his. God, he felt so fucking good. I arched my back up as he grabbed onto the headboard for leverage and started to pound into me.

  The bedframe banged loudly against the wall with each thrust, but I couldn’t get enough of it. Normally, I hated rough sex, but with Luka, it felt right. There was so much sexual tension between us that I wanted him to make me hurt.

  I moved my hands around his body and raked my nails down his back. Part of me wanted to do it to leave a hurtful mark on him for what he had done, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t fake my feelings for him anymore. I knew Luka was toxic, but I was somehow addicted to him, and I knew I could never let go.

  I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and he flipped us over so that I was now on top. I pumped my hips up and down as I leaned down to kiss him. I rolled my hips back and forth and felt the pressure inside me build as I started to let out slight moans. He ran his hands down my body and grabbed my ass hard, causing me to move my hips faster.

  “Oh fuck, Luka,” I moaned.

  I flipped my hair up as I moved my back upright. I smacked my hands on his chest as I rocked my hips forward and back. He reached his right hand up to my breast and lightly squeezed it, making me throw my head back and close my eyes. I let out a load moan and he leaned up, capturing my hard nipple in his mouth. I slowed my hips and rolled them over his as his tongue flicked over my nipple, sending shivers down my body.

  He pressed his hips hard to meet mine.

  “I want you on your stomach,” he said.

  I slowly pulled myself off of him, and I lay down on my stomach and pushed my ass up slightly in the air. He moved behind me and slowly pushed himself inside me. He leaned down on top of me, and as he started to pump his hips, he wrapped his right hand lightly around my throat. I was not normally a girl that liked to feel choked while having sex, but for some reason, Luka’s hand putting pressure on my throat was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced.

  “Oh God, yes Luka!” I screamed.

  I moved my hips in time with his and I felt my whole body start to shake. I let out loud moans and he pumped his hips harder. He lightly bit my shoulder and pulled out of me and pulled my hips so that I was lying on my side. He lay back down behind me and pulled open my legs so that he was holding my right leg up with his right arm. He then slowly pushed inside me and started to rock his hips. I leaned my head back toward him and his lips captured mine. Sparks ignited throughout my body. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him deeper.

  As he drove his hips into mine, he moved his right hand down so that he was able to rub my clit. His touch sent ripples throughout my body. Deep down, I knew Luka Gioti was the man that ripped my family apart. I knew I should throw up walls and keep my feelings out of this. But in that moment, with his strong body behind mine, and his hands touching me in all the right places, I couldn’t help but give in to the fairytale.

  Sex with Luka was like nothing I had ever experienced with anyone else. With others, I felt as though I was just going through the motions, getting off when they knew what they were doing. But with Luka, it was like my entire body responded to him. All of my senses were heightened. He listened to every moan I made and reacted to it. He knew just how to push me to my breaking point and to keep me there, so that I was suspended between pleasure and pain, leaving me wanting nothing more than for him to continue what he was doing.

  Luka continued to force his hips harder. My moans grew louder and he moved
his hand up and wrapped his arm around me, pulling my body even closer to him. I felt his lips on my neck as he thrust up into me and all my walls came crashing down. I felt him release with me, and when we were both finished, he continued to hold me and gently kiss my neck.

  If Luka Gioti was bad, then I never wanted to be good again.

  8

  Luka

  Vienna was sleeping in the bed as I got dressed. I looked in the mirror, tightening my tie and buttoning my jacket. I'd send her phone a text once I got into the car, remind her to be there when I got back. I opened up my safe in the back of my closet and grabbed a few hundreds. I left them on the bed. She would need to take a taxi to go get her things. I wanted her to move in with me. Somewhere I could keep an eye on her, to make sure she stayed safe.

  I understood her apprehension. I wasn’t sure I would've chosen the gig for myself, but it was my life. But I also wanted a fair shot at something with her. I could make her comfortable, happy, and drunk off of our sex every night. She would never have to work a day in her life. And I would make sure that her fears about me going back to jail or the feds would never come true. I would be with her forever.

  I walked out of the front door and saw Marco standing next to my car. The man was fucking huge. Bald as a cue ball and almost twice my size. He easily could have gone into the NFL, but he decided to stay with the family. It was a matter of respect. He knew he couldn’t leave or expose us. By being in the limelight, he could have shed some light on our family, and that was dangerous. He gave me a smug smile with his hands together over his belt, leaning against my car.