Bad Boy Billionaire

by Marian Tee

  After a few moments, Ilse said, “My belt looks like...”

  As she gave him a description, he spotted it right away, and he bent down to pick the glittery belt from under the vanity table. “Found it.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Let me help you wear it?”

  She nodded, and it spoke a lot about the way she sensed his presence that she no longer tensed when his fingers seemed to come out of nowhere. He wrapped the belt around her waist, cinching it in place, but instead of releasing her, the billionaire pulled Ilse close to him, her back against his chest. As his mouth traveled the side of her neck, a shiver ran down her spine at the delicious, feather-soft touch, and she couldn’t help arching her head, giving him more access.

  “Happy birthday, babe.”

  Her smile widening a little, she teased him, “That’s the seventh time you’ve greeted me.”

  “Mm.”

  His lips nibbled on her neck, but then his arms moved around her, and an amused gasp escaped Ilse as his hands cupped her breasts. “Jaak!” She turned around to face him, shaking her head. “If you keep touching me, we’ll really be late. We’re supposed to have dinner out with everyone, remember?”

  He did, reluctantly. And by everyone, Ilse had yet to know it meant about two hundred guests. “We’ll continue this tonight,” he muttered under his breath. “Ja?”

  “Ja—-mmph.”

  The billionaire had crushed her mouth under his, and but before Ilse could even try kissing him back, her husband had already pulled away, leaving her mentally flailing. She kind of wanted...more?

  The billionaire grinned. “Do you want me to kiss you again, babe?” Ilse’s lips only pursed, but he didn’t mind. That look of hers only meant one thing anyway.

  They walked out hand in hand, and after a thirty-minute ride, they made it to the hospital in which the billionaire had donated an entire wing in Ilse’s name. As she took the billionaire’s hand and let him help her out of the limousine, she asked excitedly how the building looked.

  Glancing at the five-story structure – Ilse’s way of making him atone for the time he had tried to cheat on her, the billionaire said dryly, “It looks just like how you imagine a 150-million-dollar-property would.”

  “Don’t complain,” she said severely as they started walking. “You’re lucky I didn’t go after your entire fortune.”

  “Yes,” the billionaire drawled. “I am indeed the most propitious of men, to have such an, err, munificent wife.”

  Ilse’s lips pursed again. Goodness gracious, but somehow, the more time she spent with her husband, the funnier she found him. And these days, she wasn’t even sure if what he said was funny in reality.

  She just loved him so much she had the silliest urge to laugh at every word he spoke.

  It was quite, quite embarrassing.

  The billionaire remained quiet when they made it to the elevator, and she placed a hand over his heart, trying to gauge his mood. “Jaak?”

  “Mm?”

  “Is anything disturbing you?”

  “I...suppose.” He absently took hold of her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles, thinking that ‘uneasy’ was probably the more accurate term to describe the emotion clutching his heart.

  “What is it?”

  He didn’t answer right away, but instead drew her out of the elevator, which had stopped at the fifth floor. The lift opened directly to the wing’s function hall, and two hundred guests turned to them, most of them holding their breath in hopes of controlling their excitement. Almost the entire de Konigh clan was in attendance, and of course Erik and Jan were there, too, and so were Gloria and the rest of the girls that made up Glory Hall. The rest consisted of friends from all over De Wallen, like the gruffly affectionate bookstore owner Mr. Peters, Charlene, and a dozen other sex workers, and de Konigh staff that Ilse had befriended in the past year.

  It was definitely an unconventional mix of people, and it was perfect, considering how equally unconventional his wife was.

  “Jaak?” Ilse prompted uncertainly. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing’s wrong,” he murmured slowly, “and I think that’s probably what’s disturbing me the most.” He cupped her face, saying softly, “My life’s been too good since you came into it.” A crooked grin formed on his lips. “And that’s what’s disturbing me. Everything’s too damn good, and I’m not used to it.”

  Oh. She smiled up at him. “Poor boy.” She shook her head. “But that’s not something to complain about.”

  “I know. I was thinking more along the lines of how I can make you feel the same.”

  “You already do—-”

  “Not enough,” the billionaire interrupted. “But I’m working on it – starting now.” He paused, and his hands shook a little as he cupped her face. “I found you a donor, Ilse.”

  Oh.

  Oh.

  Oh.

  “And all the doctors agree that it’s the best match.”

  Her lips started to tremble.

  “Happy birthday, babe.”

  She threw her arms around him. “Thank you.” She hugged him tightly, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest any moment. “Thank you, Jaak. Thank you.” Pulling away, she suddenly ran her hands down the length of his body—-

  The billionaire stiffened, and so did most of the two hundred guests.

  “What,” the billionaire managed to ask, “do you think you’re doing?”

  Ilse smiled up at him, saying cheekily, “Thanking you some more.”

  His eyes widened.

  Hearing Ilse’s words, Erik whispered to Jan, “Let’s go outside and prepare your birthday gift for Ilse.” But really, it was all so he could make sure Ilse’s brother maintained his innocence.

  “I really don’t...”

  “Are you actually refusing me?” Ilse brushed a hand over his cock, which had already become engorged with arousal.

  She began to stroke him, and his cock throbbed demandingly against his pants, the tantalizing touch tempting him to forget the fact that they were far from alone like Ilse thought.

  “Babe...” His voice was strained.

  “Yes?” Ilse’s voice was throatier than usual.

  “Are you sure about this?” he grated out.

  Instead of answering, she wetted her lips, and that was it. His cock won over his brain, and the fact that they still had guests, waiting for his cue to shout a surprise ‘happy birthday,’ was completely thrown out of the window.

  He dragged her to the platform, where the VIP table was.

  Ilse was both amused and puzzled at the same time as she felt him settle on a chair before gently pushing her down to her knees. “Jaak?”

  “I’m, ah, hiding you under the table...” The billionaire bit back a groan as her fingers started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “In case someone walks in.”

  It was unusually fastidious of him, Ilse thought, and she sent up a winsome smile to her husband. “You’re right.”

  And across him, almost two hundred pairs of eyes said the same thing. Riiiiiiiiight. But theirs was more ironic than thankful like Ilse’s was.

  Shaking his head in amusement, Willem murmured under his breath to Serenity, “This is why the Queen was adamantly against attending.”

  Serenity blinked, and tiptoeing, she whispered incredulously to his ear, “Are you saying she knew something like this would happen?”

  Willem smirked at the words. Bending his head, he whispered back to her ear, “He’s my brother, isn’t he?”

  Oh. She remembered exactly what Willem had done to her during the blind dinner that the Queen and the other royals of Contini had attended.

  Right. Serenity began fanning her hot face.

  As Ilse finally freed his cock from its restraints, the billionaire did his best to keep his composure. He would be in control. Complete control—-

  She started to bend forward, and he started to tense.

>   When her mouth was right above his cock, she blew out a breath, and the slit on the head of his cock began to glisten with pre-cum.

  She breathed again, and the billionaire cursed under his breath even as his cock jutted proudly, his arousal stretching and expanding until the head of his erection actually slapped against Ilse’s face.

  Startled, Ilse almost pulled back, and a giggle escaped her.

  “Sorry,” the billionaire rasped out.

  Ilse shook her head. “I like it when you’re excited about me.”

  And then her tongue started to swirl around the head, and the billionaire breathed hard.

  She licked the pre-cum on his cock, and the billionaire’s chest heaved. Control. He needed to stay in control—-

  Her mouth closed all around his cock, and she began to take him further in.

  “God.” The billionaire’s eyes accidentally locked with Ilse’s former boyfriend as more inches of his length disappeared into her mouth. Normally, the sick look on Issac Bakker’s face would have given him absolute satisfaction. Even knowing that Ilse and Issac were only friends, he was still damn jealous about the two.

  But right now, that was the least of his concerns.

  Right now—-

  Ilse started to suck.

  “Ah, babe.” She was deep-throating him like an expert, and the billionaire’s fingers drove through her hair. “So damn good.” She began to suck harder, and another hoarse growl escaped him.

  “Too good,” he gritted between clenched teeth. “Too damn good, babe.”

  Her head began to bob fast and hard, and as her mouth started working its magic on him, he could feel his body tightening.

  He knew he was close to coming, knew he should care about the fact that they still weren’t alone, but he didn’t.

  He didn’t give a damn about anything except—-

  Ilse bit the side of his cock lightly, and he jerked.

  She mumbled something incoherently.

  “What?”

  She pulled back a little, just enough to make herself coherent. “You’re so big.”

  A shudder ran through his body.

  And then she was sucking him again, and he began to come.

  “Ilse.”

  Her name rolled down his tongue before he could stop himself.

  Her name, which also happened to be the cue he had earlier given to his guests.

  If he said Ilse, that meant they could “show up” and surprise his wife—-

  The guests looked at each other blankly. Was that still the game plan?

  In front of them, the billionaire threw his head back, growling, “Ilse.”

  Oh.

  That was the second time, wasn’t it?

  Surely it only meant one thing?

  “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ILSE!” Thunderous applause exploded inside the function hall.

  Under the table, Ilse froze, and it took several moments before she recovered enough from her shock to pull away, asking in a strangled tone, “What’s happening?” But deep inside she already knew. This was a surprise birthday party—-

  And now everyone knew she was giving her husband a blow job.

  “Oh my God.”

  The crowd of unseen guests laughed politely, awkwardly.

  Ilse’s face burned. “Oh my God.”

  But the billionaire didn’t seem to care about her embarrassment. He was too busy pushing her head back down, and when he sensed her resisting a little, he said hoarsely, “Don’t stop, babe, I’m begging you.”

  The raw need in his voice made Ilse shudder, the sound heightening her own desire for him.

  When the billionaire resumed pushing her head down on his erection, she found herself letting her lips part—-

  Oh my God, was she really doing this?

  His cock slid back into her mouth.

  How crazy life was, how unpredictable—-

  The billionaire began fucking her mouth hard, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

  But God, life had also gotten so wildly good-—

  His cock began to shoot cum down her throat.

  Ever since Jaak de Konigh walked into her life.

  THE END

  Author's Note

  05 April 2020

  Thank you so much for taking a chance on my work, and I hope you enjoyed Jaak & Ilse's story. It's actually one of my polarizing ones, to be honest, but - in the interest of also being honest - I have to confess it's also one of my secret favorites among my works. Maybe it's because it's set at Amsterdam?

  In case you're interested, Willem and Serenity have their own story for you to read, along with Jaak's other siblings like Anneke and Nic. I'll share excerpts below in case you'd like to take a peek. :)

  I've been writing a lot of new Author's Notes lately, and it's making me wish I had better news to share with you guys. I wish I could say we've finally made it, we've beaten the virus all over the world, but obviously that's not the case...yet. But I know in my heart that will happen. Things will get better someday soon, and like I always say, it's my dearest hope we'll all come out of this stronger, wiser, and kinder.

  In the meantime, it's Palm Sunday today, and tomorrow Holy Week begins. Perfect time for all of us to reflect. Pray. Or just take some time off doing what really makes us happy.

  Stay safe everyone, and if you can...stay at home and keep practicing social distancing.

  Until our next journey,

  Marian

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  P.P.P.S. You can drop by my website if you're wondering about whether a particular character has a story out already. I also have my suggested reading order up there and on my author page over at Amazon.

  My Dutch Billionaire

  (Willem's story)

  I was fourteen, he was twenty-eight.

  I was a failure and the black sheep in my family.

  He was the Dutch billionaire every girl wanted to marry.

  I wanted him to be mine, but he was dating my older sister.

  And so I tried to forget.

  I tried to stop loving him.

  I tried, but it just kept hurting until I realized that nothing would work.

  Nothing...except learning how to live without Willem de Konigh.

  “I...I...” SHE BLURTED out the first excuse that came to her. “I think I, umm, need to rest my leg.”

  His smile was pleasant, but it didn’t reach his eyes as he said, “I know.” Her eyes widened, more so when the billionaire hissed under his breath, “You little fool.” Before she knew what was happening, he was already drawing her close and taking her back to their table. “I saw your face a while ago. Your leg was paining you, but you couldn’t make yourself tell the prince.”

  She started to protest, “I knew the dance was about to end—-”

  He cut her off, saying sharply, “And you’re not wearing any of the shoes I’ve given you.” His eyes raked her with furious disbelief. “How long are you going to act like a child with this? Every time I piss you off, you’re not going to wear my shoes?” He pulled back a chair for her as he spoke, and she lowered herself to it with dignity.

  Sitting down next to her, he demanded, “Well?”

  She glared at him in mutinous silence.

  In the past, the rare sight of Serenity fully riled up would have amused him, but not now, not when he was still seeing red with the way the prince’s hands had stayed too damn long on her hips and his fingers too damn close to being splayed on Serenity’s pert bottom.

  “Did you enjoy dancing with the prince?” he bit out.

  Defiantly, she
said, “More than I ever enjoyed dancing with you.”

  His eyes turned a frigid shade of blue.

  “In fact,” Serenity continued in a low voice made shaky by her own pent-up jealousy, “I’d say he’s better than you in every way—-”

  “Shut up,” Willem snarled under his breath, “or I’ll shut it myself with my mouth.”

  Click here to start reading today.

  My Italian Billionaire

  (Anneke de Konigh's story)

  I had always been okay at being boring and ordinary, of always doing the right thing and playing it safe. But when Marcus Ravelli came to live with us that one summer, the wildly sensual and dangerously handsome Italian bad boy made me yearn for the impossible. And everything changed.

  Fast forward nine years later, and Marcus and I were about to meet again. I convinced myself that I would be able to handle it. But I was wrong. I still ended up acting like a docile little lamb in his presence, still ended up saying yes to his every suggestion—-

  No matter how foolish or dangerous.

  No matter if it involved marriage.

  I thought I understood how things were between us. I thought that because he was my friend, he knew better than to hurt me again.

  But I was wrong about this, too.

  So, so wrong.

  MARCUS’ DARK EYES CONTINUED to follow my now-trembling hands as I once again reached for his zip. “Are you nervous?”

  “Yes.” My voice was strained. “It’s been...a while.”

  Like nine-years-kind-of-while.

  I carefully pulled his zip down, and my heart started to beat a familiar rhythm—-

  Crap. This was really going to happen. Crap.

  Fast, hard, and erratic—-

  Crap, crap, crap.

  And then I was pulling Marcus’ cock out—-

  Crap. Oh crap. Oh God. Oh crap.

  Although Marcus had let me touch him once, it had only been over his pants. I hadn’t actually seen his erection until now—-

  Craaaaaaaaap.

  And it was huge. It was really huge.

  “You know you can do more than stare, don’t you?” Marcus’ tone was harsh, and the sound made me recover myself.