Cruel Billionaire

by Luma Rose

  Awkwardness hovers in the air, ready to settle down on the two of us.

  “Did you still want to work out or are you good?” I ask.

  “Actually, I’m wondering if it would be okay if I had a shower to clean myself up.” She runs her finger under her eyes, where her makeup is smeared.

  “Yeah, of course. There’s showers down here, but let’s go up to my place.” I reach for her hand, not bothering to gather my T-shirt, and lead Isla to the elevator.

  She’s quiet. Does she already regret what she just did?

  We ride the elevator up in silence and I lead her to the master bathroom, showing her where everything is before leaving and closing the door behind me.

  Did I just make a big mistake?

  27

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Isla

  I change the setting so that not all twenty-something jets are spraying on me in Garrin’s massive walk-in shower. You could quite literally throw a party in here, it’s that big. It feels like a room in itself more than a shower.

  I move over to the rain showerhead while the conditioner rinses from my hair. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here, but it’s been a while. I’m still going over everything that just happened in my head, reliving it so that I don’t forget a single moment.

  I still can’t believe I had the nerve to initiate something physical with Garrin. But the longer I watched him lift weights shirtless, the bunching and clenching of his muscles, the sweat building on his skin—I couldn’t help it. I was physically aching with the need to satisfy him.

  He makes me want to explore my sexuality in a safe place. To most women, that probably wouldn’t be a precious gift. But for me, with my history, it was more than I’d ever hoped for. I’d accepted my fate of living an unfulfilling sex life—if I even had one at all.

  Finally, though, I’d brushed off the shame of my past and am ready to claim the woman I want to be in the future. And that includes being a woman who enjoys sex. One who spreads her legs not because it feels like it’s the right time in the relationship and the guy is growing tired of waiting, but because I want to. Both for the physical gratification and for the intimate connection with another person.

  I smile to myself as I tilt my head back into the warm cascade of water. Progress.

  When he came and it was over, I didn’t feel the same shame I did after my first sexual experience, nor did I worry that someone else might find out or wonder what they would think if they did. For a brief period of time, I was in the moment and I’m determined not to overthink this and ruin it for myself like I have so many other things over the years. I’ll see it for what it is—a pleasing sexual experience.

  Garrin’s eyes while he had his hands in my hair and was looking down at me, as if I were both his master and his slave—I’m desperate to see that look again. The area between my legs pulses and feels heavy. Though I got Garrin off, I still feel full of restless energy that needs an outlet, preferably an orgasm.

  I slide my hand down my stomach and part my legs a bit, sucking in a breath when my finger spreads my lips and coasts over my clit. Yes, this is what I need. I press my finger down on my clit again and move it in circles. A moan escapes my throat as I grow closer.

  A sharp rap on the door makes me jolt.

  “Yes?” I call out.

  “Everything okay? You’ve been in there awhile.” I hear the concern in Garrin’s voice.

  Jeez, I must’ve really been in here a long time.

  I think back to what I was just doing and Garrin on the other side of the door, and an idea forms.

  “Actually, I need your help with something.” I grin to myself, waiting to see if he’ll take the bait.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  “Can you come in here for a minute?” I ask.

  There’s no response for a beat. Finally, “Um… I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

  “Garrin, I can’t figure something out in this fancy shower of yours and I need your help.”

  I bite the tip of my thumb, waiting. When he doesn’t respond after a few seconds, I try a different tactic.

  I stomp my foot on the shower floor. “Ouch, ow, ow, ow! Garrin, help,” I call out.

  The door to the bathroom whips open and Garrin barges in, wearing just his athletic shorts. I can’t make out any details because the large glass wall of the shower is fogged up, but I see enough to know that he’s looking at me and seeing my fuzzy naked silhouette.

  “What’s going on? Are you all right?” he asks, panicked.

  “Not really…” I step forward toward the glass and press my naked front to it. “But I could really use some help washing my back.” My nipples pebble against the glass.

  I wipe the glass in front of my eyes and watch him clench his fists at his sides while the bulge in his pants grows.

  “Isla,” he practically growls. “If I come in there, I’m going to fuck you up against that wall you currently have your tits pressed to, and I won’t be gentle about it. You sure you’re ready for that?”

  I have a split second of hesitation before I realize how ridiculous that is. I want to sleep with this man. I’ve wanted to for a long time.

  “Garrin, you’re all talk. Come and show me.”

  He pushes his shorts down, steps out of them and eats up the distance between him and the shower with powerful strides. Once he reaches the shower, I try to turn and face him, but he pushes my shoulders back against the glass.

  “You stay right there and do as I say. Understand?” he growls.

  I nod, gasping for breath while my insides clench.

  “I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. There’s not going to be anything pretty or poetic about it. I need to know that’s what you want.”

  I nod, my cheek pressed against the cool glass while warm steam swirls around us.

  He pushes his front into my back, leaning down to speak into my ear. “Give me the words, Isla.”

  “Fuck me,” I say in a breathy voice, pushing back to feel the hard length of him pressed into my spine.

  “Remember, you asked for it, sunshine.”

  He hooks one arm under my knee and forces me to raise my leg against the glass, then teases my entrance with the head of his dick. I try to force him to enter me, but he’s not having it, pulling away anytime I move toward him. Eventually I accept defeat so he’ll give me what I want, what I desperately need.

  I moan with the first breach of my entrance. He pushes in, then a little more.

  “Fuck, you’re tight.” His voice sounds like he’s on the verge of losing control. Again, he pulls out, then pushes himself in a little further, again and again until he’s fully seated inside of me.

  My chest heaves and I groan. I’ve never felt so gloriously full. If my eyes were open, they’d roll to the back of my head.

  He draws himself out in one fluid motion and pummels back into me, causing me to cry out. Every nerve ending inside is lit up like a firecracker. Once again, he pulls out slowly and slams back into me. He does it over and over until the pace is punishing and my body slides up and down the slick glass, the friction on my nipples unbearable.

  His hand snakes around my waist and pushes between my skin and the glass before skirting down to my mound. He slips a large finger between my folds and circles my clit with an expert touch. I don’t even have a chance to prepare myself for the climax as it overtakes me. One second I’m there in the shower, having the best sex of my life, and the next I’m spiraling through the universe like a particle of light with a destination millions of miles ahead.

  When I come back to myself, I’m still clenching around his hard length and Garrin is still driving into me like his need for me can’t be quenched. He sets a steady rhythm, then has a couple off-tempo thrusts and then he’s gone. I ache at the loss of him inside me, but before I can react, he’s let my leg drop and he’s spinning me around by the shoulders, then pushing me down to my knees.

  I kneel on the shower
in front of him while he jerks himself until ribbons of come spray all over my face and breasts. I’m surprised at first, but then it feels like a gift with the way he looks down at me, hand still slowly stroking his shaft, eyes glittering with satisfaction.

  For the first time, I don’t care because this feels good. Maybe too good. If Garrin’s the type of man who only sleeps with a woman once and then leaves, I’ll feel the loss of him for a long time.

  I’m always trying to be in control in every area of my life, but I like that Garrin takes control. Hell, I love it.

  Without a word, he reaches for the one of the showerheads that come off the wall and presses a few buttons on the control pad, and water sprays out of it rather than the rain showerhead.

  “Close your eyes and hold your breath,” he says.

  I do as he says and he sprays the water over my face and chest until all evidence of him is washed down the drain. After I’m all clean, he returns the showerhead to the wall and holds out his hand to help me up.

  “Let me clean you up.”

  The way he’s looking at me feels almost gentle. Not like I’m a porcelain doll easy to break. More like a cherished charm that you want to protect.

  He rubs the soap between his hands until they’re lathered and rubs them over my shoulders and down my arms.

  “I didn’t get a chance to really look at you before I came in here and attacked you. You’re beautiful, Isla. You know that, right?”

  His hands roam over my breasts and down my stomach, and though I didn’t think it possible, my nipples harden further.

  “You make me feel beautiful,” I whisper.

  He places his mouth on mine. I open and his tongue takes mine in a languid kiss while his hand moves to the space between my legs, spreading the soap around.

  He pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. “Are you sore?”

  “A little, but it’s okay. It’s just been a long time since I’ve done… that.”

  What I don’t say is that I’ve never actually done that. Not the way he does it. That was a whole new experience for me and one I’d like to repeat. Soon. But I’ll need some time to recover.

  “You were incredible.” He kisses me again before dropping down to his knees and lathering up my legs, reaching around to be sure my ass cheeks are both sufficiently covered in soap.

  Then he stands and changes the water back to the showerhead he used before, spraying down every inch of me until the water runs clear.

  “You’re good,” he says.

  “My turn, then.” I go to reach for the soap but he stops me.

  “Sunshine if you run your hands all over my body right now, I’m gonna make what we just did look like Fucking 101 and show you what the graduate program has to offer.”

  I chuckle and put my hands in front of me in a placating gesture. “All right. I’ll go dry off. Do you mind if I just put on one of your shirts?”

  He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me into him. “I’d love to see you in one of my shirts.” He kisses me quickly and then pushes me away. “Now go. Before I don’t let you leave.”

  A shiver runs up my spine at his words, but I take pity on my vagina and leave the warm air of the shower. Hopefully this thing between Garrin and me is a marathon and not a sprint. I’ll be ready to enjoy myself with him soon enough.

  While he finishes his shower, I roam into his large walk-in closet after drying off, searching through drawers until I find what I’m looking for. One full of neatly stacked T-shirts that look as if they could be on display in a high-end store. I’m not picky, so I take the one on top and go in search of my underwear.

  I find my panties on the counter where I left them folded, and I slip them on.

  Garrin steps from the shower and wraps a plush white towel around his waist. The man is too sexy for his own good. Water glistens on his skin and drips from his dark hair down onto his muscled chest. Droplets that look like crystals hang on the end of his long dark lashes.

  There is so much I don’t know about this man. So much that’s still a mystery. But the one thing I’m sure of is how he makes me feel.

  He stands behind me in the mirror while I pull my hair into a messy bun at the top of my head. His hands rest on my shoulders and he meets my eyes through the mirror.

  “You looked like a sexy temptress when I picked you up tonight, and now…”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Now?”

  “Now you look thoroughly fucked.”

  I turn to smack him on the chest and he chuckles.

  “That and you look young, innocent… like the girl next door.”

  I smile, rising on my tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

  He puts his hands back on my shoulders. “I want you to know that I’m clean.”

  For some reason it takes me a moment to grasp his meaning. When I do, my eyes widen.

  How in the hell did I not think about safe sex?

  Because you were more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.

  I want to curse my subconscious, but she’s right. It’s like I lost all reasoning ability the minute Garrin got naked.

  “And you…” He quirks his eyebrow.

  “Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’m clean too, and I’m on the pill, so no worries there. I just can’t believe we forgot.”

  He buries his face in my neck, inhaling. “You’re just so irresistible you jumble my thoughts.”

  I giggle, his breath on my neck both tickling and turning me on.

  He pulls back and brings both hands to my cheeks. “Was I too rough on you? Did I hurt you?”

  I’m mesmerized by his dark eyes, fanned with dark lashes, so it takes me a second to shake my head. “You didn’t hurt me. I… I liked it.”

  There. I owned it.

  The right corner of his lips tips up. “I like to exert control in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.”

  I bring my hands to his wrists while he continues to cup my face. “I feel like my never-ending orgasm should indicate if I liked it.”

  Suddenly I wonder what he thought of my performance. He’s used to dealing with professionals, and there’s no way I could have stacked up. It’s not like I have a lot of experience.

  “How was I?” I ask in a small voice. “Did you…”

  He brings his forehead down to mine and my eyes drift closed. “Isla, I’ve been waiting to do that since senior year of high school. It was better than I imagined and trust me when I say I’ve imagined it a lot.”

  I open my eyes and smile. “Does that mean there will be a second time?” I hope my voice doesn’t sound too hopeful.

  He lets out a low chuckle. “Nothing could stop me.”

  I lean in and kiss him, pulling away before our kiss can develop into something further.

  I really do need a little recovery time.

  He pulls back and I let my hands drop from his wrists, my fingers catching on something. I look down and notice a worn leather bracelet on his right wrist. I didn’t see it before, probably because I was distracted by his abs in the gym and his cock in the shower. It’s identical to the one I saw Ford wearing.

  “What’s this?” I reach for his wrist and hold it up, reading what’s imprinted into the band.

  “YWFC, what does that stand for?” I ask.

  A shadow passes over his face, and his energy shifts. “Just something from when I was younger. I still wear it as a reminder.”

  My head tilts to the side. “A reminder of what?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” He leans in and kisses the top of my head, then turns and leaves the bathroom. “I’m going to get dressed and then maybe we can relax and watch a movie or something? I have a screening room.”

  Oh yeah, I saw that the morning I was alone.

  “Yeah, sure,” I call out, following behind.

  “Are you able to stay the night?” he asks from his walk-in closet.

  Oh my God, Garrin just asked me to stay the night. Somehow this feels momentous.


  “I can, but I’ll have to leave early. Ford has some campaign events tomorrow and I need to tag along.”

  Garrin steps out of the closet wearing a fitted gray T-shirt and athletic pants. His hair is still wet and a little messy, and it’s a nice change from the power suit and the put-together man I’m used to.

  “I can think of a few interesting ways to wake you up in the morning.” He grins and steps over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “I’m sure you can.” I chuckle. “I just don’t know if I could handle them so soon.”

  “Don’t worry, I won’t give you anything you can’t handle.”

  God, I hope that’s the truth, because I can already feel myself falling for this man and I don’t think Garrin Stone is the kind of man who wants a woman to fall for him.

  28

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Garrin

  There’s no doubt that Isla Flores is under my skin. She’s like a tattoo needle. She’s branding and changing me. Even if you remove the tattoo, what’s left behind is never the same as it was before. I’ll never be the same after her.

  The fact that I fucked her without a condom is proof enough. Billionaires don’t fuck anybody without protection. Too many women see their offspring as their meal ticket. I can hear my dad’s voice screaming in my ear, telling me that knocking her up is a great way to make sure she’ll marry me. Christ.

  But Isla makes me forget who I am, who I’m supposed to be and everything that’s ever happened to me. And if I’m honest with myself, I love it. It’s one of the reasons I was so into her back at Forest View Academy. Even when I almost threw up on dissection day or fucked up the liquids and almost blew up the entire science class, she didn’t look at me with disgust or make fun of me. She made me feel safe, and I hadn’t felt that way since before my mom died.

  And now I’ve gone and fucked her. I knew as soon as my dick was inside her that I’d never get enough. Never feel sated. After I saw the raw vulnerability in her eyes when she questioned whether I’d enjoyed it, I broke. She has no fucking clue what she is to me.