Wicked Dirty Games (Dirty Billionaire Series Book 1)

by Gemma Berlanti

  She crossed her arms, irritated with the path of the conversation.

  “Excuse me? I don’t owe you an explanation, Mr. Knight, and you’d do well to remember that.”

  “Damn it!” he hissed. “You little nymph.”

  “I’m leaving. My friend must be looking for me.”

  His head snapped up. “You’re here with someone?”

  “Actually, I am,” she lied. “What’s it to you?”

  “Is it a man?”

  “Lucky guess,” she snapped. “Are you done scolding me now?”

  “Far from it, Miss Montgomery. Seeing as how you trespassed in here, there isn’t much left to my proposition.”

  “What does that have to do with anything? I came here for my research. I don’t need to leave with the supposed knowledge that you’re one of those men who likes to beat women for their own amusement.”

  Of all the things Lila expected from him…rage, a few expletives…he threw his head back and laughed. When he was through with his mirth, he leveled their gaze.

  “Goodnight!” she hissed and marched across the busy street. Cars halted, their brakes squealing, and cabbies let loose all sorts of profanities, but she couldn’t care less.

  ***

  Killean’s mouth hung open as he watched her. He saw it was an act of defiance, and she did fucking owe him an explanation. There were ways he could make her talk if he wanted. So he marched after her, and luckily for him, Knight Tower was only a few blocks away.

  He did enjoy the feel of her over his shoulder. She was testing his patience, and he would show her the repercussions of such defiance. She wouldn’t be getting away with this tonight, he promised.

  ***

  Lila was past mad. Who did he think he was to demand her? She should have done the next best thing: march right back inside the club and show him he could go fuck himself. But she was already past that point. She had only made two steps when she was being lifted again. The familiar scent of his cologne invaded her senses.

  “I see you have a fucking death wish tonight, Mr. Knight,” she said, dangerously calm.

  She bumped on his shoulders as he climbed the steps to a building. All she could see was the marble floor and the audible gasps from people in the lobby by his caveman antics.

  She stayed quiet because she was sure she would be having her revenge tonight. She would let him have all the glory now. He entered an elevator and the car took them up, and as she fidgeted to get more comfortable, he slapped her ass. Lila yelped and punched his back. He didn’t even flinch.

  The ride seemed to take forever, but once they reached their destination, Killean’s strides seem to grow more determined. He eased her off his shoulder over his lap as he sat down on a coffee table. Her clutch fell from her grasp.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight, Miss Montgomery. You were utterly disrespectful, and your defiance makes me want to discipline you. So I’m going to ask you again.”

  “Fuck off, Killean,” she hissed. “Let me up!”

  “You have a filthy mouth, Lila.” His voice was harsh and low, dangerous. It sent her pulse going double. She didn’t expect the pleasure she felt at being roughly handled by a man. It made her pussy wet and clench.

  She didn’t expect it, the hard blow to her bare ass that sent shockwaves to her brains. Pain radiated along the path of her spine, and the sting spread over her ass. His large warm palm soothed it.

  But what shocked her was the pleasure that came afterwards. She moaned as his hand continued to caress her tingling ass.

  “You liked that, didn’t you?” he rasped.

  Her slit quivered, needing more of the delicious feeling. Her moan was enough for him. He tugged down her underwear to her knees and slapped her again, this time harder. Again the pain turned to pleasure, and her arousal ran down the apex of her thighs.

  He spanked her ass in quick succession, giving her no time to adjust. Her skin was hypersensitive.

  “Fuck!” he growled.

  ***

  Killean watched as her juices coated his fingers. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her caramel ass was now a deep red, and as he stroked her, she shivered and bucked. He had the urge to offer his mouth, but instead he found himself thrusting his fingers into her cunt. She cried out at the savage intrusion. She was tight as a fist, and he released a guttural sound, allowing his eyes to roll into their sockets as he imagined how she would clench around his cock. His erection grew. A gush of her arousal aided his fingers as he fucked her silky heat.

  “God, you’re so tight!”

  Her legs automatically widened, and he watched as his fingers slid back and forth into her, loving the way she would arch her red ass to meet his deep thrusts, offering herself. Everything about it was so forbidden and he loved it.

  He collected some of her juices and rubbed it over her tight asshole. She groaned and threw her head back. Using his free hand, he spread her ass cheeks and pushed his thumb in while two fingers from the same hand fucked her cunt.

  The tight ring contracted around his thumb, and she cried out, a wanton creature basking in her pleasure. She had never looked as beautiful as she did now in the throes of passion.

  ***

  Lila’s nails sank into the leather of the sofa. Killean’s fingers grazed the top of her sex deliberately, and she could feel her orgasm ready to shatter her. Just when she was so close, he would pull away and repeat the action several times before thrusting into her repeatedly.

  His plunges grew hard and punishing, grazing her sweet spot until she was bucking to his thrusts. The wet slurping sounds of their action grew louder. Her moans grew more broken as she was closer and closer to the end. Finally, she contracted, and Killean’s fingers withdrew fast, only to plunge back in and this time going deeper than before, grazing her.

  Her knees trembled, and her vaginal muscles were relentless as they spasmed around him. His fingers withdrew with a wet pop as Lila’s body shook from her orgasm.

  “Taste yourself,” he said, his voice gruff.

  He pushed her down onto her knees between his thighs and held his fingers at her parted lips, smearing her essence over the lush, dark red flesh.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  She obeyed, and he pushed his fingers deep in her mouth. She licked him clean with erotic swirls of her tongue.

  “Enough!”

  He pulled back his hand and grasped her chin. Pulling her forward, he ran his tongue along the moist seam of her lips before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He savored the sweetness of her juices coating her tongue. Pulling back, he tugged on her lower lip, sucking it gently.

  “Stick your tongue out,” he rasped.

  Lila found his command bizarre, but she obliged. He took it between his teeth, slightly biting, and she groaned as she felt the aftershocks between her wet aching thighs. He sucked on her tongue and then consumed her moans with his ardent kisses. The sounds he made deep in his throat were a mixture of need and frustration, a dangerous combination.

  Releasing her mouth, he grazed the side of her jaw with his teeth before gripping a handful of her hair to angle her head.

  Her eyes were dilated and her lips parted, moist and swollen from his kisses. He felt his cock twitch with the raging need to take her mouth. He wanted to mark her, own her as his.

  Instead he yanked her head up, and she kissed, nipped, and sucked the curve of his throat, her sexy lips following the path to his collarbone. Her hand moved down his hard chest, over rippling abdominal muscles that clenched under her touch, descending to the large tent in his slacks. She caressed the length of the rigid member and he rolled his hips. This woman would be the death of him.

  Lila used her free hand to undo a few more buttons at the top of his shirt. She needed to taste more of his tantalizing golden flesh. She wanted to uncover all the alluring parts of him that were hiding beneath the nuisance of his clothing.

  She pushed the shirt further off his shoulders t
o run her tongue along his nipples but stopped suddenly.

  What she saw next sent a metaphoric blade through her belly. Her emotions erupted like tidal waves. First there was sickening rage, disappointment, betrayal, disgust, and then they combusted into one. Her throat constricted, and she sucked in a long unsteady mouthful of oxygen.

  Her pleasure god was Killean Xavier Knight. The tattoo of the nocturnal creature over his chest stared right back at her with fierce taunting eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” he rasped, still in his sexual high.

  She gazed at the owl, then at him. Her eyes watered, and her fingers twitched. She slapped him hard against the jaw. The force of the blow sent his head swinging sideways.

  Lila pulled away from him. First his eyes showed shock, then fury.

  “It’s you,” she croaked. “You’re him. Y-You! How could you do this? You brought me here knowing that…dear God!”

  She gripped her head as though she was going crazy.

  “Lila, listen to me—”

  “No! You fucking lied to me, Killean!”

  He reached out to console her, but she slapped his hands away.

  “Don’t fucking touch me! All this time you took me here, even when we met you recognized me. You’re disgusting.”

  She picked up her clutch and tried to walk away.

  “Lila, wait!”

  “No. I need to breathe. You’re a liar, and I don’t want to ever see you again.”

  “Lila, sweetheart, you’re overreacting.”

  She glared daggers at him. “I’m not your sweetheart.”

  She tried to leave, but he reached out and grasped her wrists.

  “Release me,” she said through clenched teeth.

  “You don’t want me to really do that, do you, Lila? You like it rough.” He growled out the last word and felt her body shiver against his. He applied more pressure to her slim wrist.

  “Tell me, Lila,” he drawled, warm breath fanning over her mouth, “have you been thinking about me like I have you? It’s really all I can think of these days. You and your pretty little wet pussy. I have dreams about it, dove. Dreams about you riding my fucking face until you come in my mouth so hard you pass out.” His voice was beyond raspy now, rough and raw with need and his hard cock jutted out shamelessly into her stomach. “I have dreams of my cock buried so deep inside you, you clawing my back as I come in you, make you come again. Tell me you touched yourself thinking about me?”

  Another shiver rocked her body. His words were filthy yet true. She’d touched herself thinking of him twice. She had touched herself thinking of what she had thought as two different men, Killean and her pleasure god. He had stood there staring at her in the hallways of the university and she could only think how he had a good laugh after he recognized her.

  She mustered all the strength she needed and yanked herself away from him without all the grace she had hoped for. She may be drunk on whatever he was, but she would hardly sell her last shred of dignity for a few orgasms.

  “No, Killean. I haven’t been thinking of you. Whatever this is—was—it was only a momentary lapse of judgment on my part. And it will never happen again.”

  Then she turned and fled.

  ***

  Killean’s chest tightened as her words sank in. They played over in his head, a taunting mantra until he growled.

  Screaming out his frustration did nothing to appease his fury. Fury at himself. Lila had all the right to be mad. He did lie and he carried her here to seduce her. But he did not use her. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, bastard.

  He had wanted her with a feral need. At first it had been the need to sample her pussy, fuck her until she fulfilled his cravings for her, but deep down he knew it was more than that. Sure, he wanted to own her, dominate her, but the sick part of him wanted to punish her until she begged for mercy.

  He knew he was selfish, but he needed to make amends because he needed to be buried deep into her tight body.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “He fucking did what?”

  Lila nodded at Aiden as he stared at her until his shock turned to sudden fury.

  “What an asshole,” he murmured.

  They were having dinner at the condo.

  “Listen, Lila,” he said, his tone soft, but she heard the hard edge to it.

  She gave him her undivided attention.

  “We both agreed that whatever the hell you went there to do, I didn’t want to know the specifics, but you need to tell me if this happens again. After all, if I hadn’t sent you there in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

  “It’s not your fault, Aiden. I went back on my own. It was stupid.”

  “The need to know,” he said softly, and she turned to look into his eyes. They had gone soft, almost hypnotic. Aiden reminded her of those sexy male models who were the face of famous expensive colognes, but hotter.

  She rested her head against his shoulder because this was the only way she showed her gratitude. He understood her. He drew her closer, and she crawled onto his lap, snuggling in, burying her face in the crook of his neck. To an outsider, they would resemble a couple, but they both knew better.

  “It’s fine, sweet cheeks. It was a spur of the moment. Just be careful. I know Terrence would never let anything happen to you there.”

  How many times had Terrence called, offering his apologies? He had promised her he would talk to Killean. She knew she wouldn’t be going to the club anytime soon. She would have to get Killean Knight out of her mind first.

  ***

  Lila was surprised when she saw the black Bentley and the man leaning against it. As she neared him, she got to look at him more openly, the way you would assess an enticing creature. His black hair was combed back, and the slight breeze caught a few silky strands, carrying them in its wake before they fell delicately against his forehead. She wanted to reach forward and brush them away.

  His features seem ardent, his lips thinned, and his shoulders were strung tight, as if he were preparing for the worst. He seemed lost in his own thoughts as he stared absent-mindedly at nothing in particular. His eyes appeared innately frozen.

  He had his hands tucked inside the pockets of his coat, which he wore over his three-piece ensemble. It seemed to her he had an affinity with the color black, as the only thing that provided a subtle contrast was his soft grey tie.

  He turned his head and stared right at her, leaning away from the car. He was wearing black leather gloves; the breeze was picking up as it was early February.

  “What are you doing here?” she taunted. “Come for another kinky session? Think we could do it right here on the steps?”

  His green eyes flashed with excitement before they vividly darkened, and she could see the tiny muscles at the side of his jaw ticking rapidly as he moved in on her.

  “Enough, Lila,” he growled, his jaw clenched.

  “Or would you prefer to do it on your expensive car seat?” she interjected. “I doubt there will be enough space in there for your whipping frenzy and—”

  She yelped when he yanked her roughly against him and fastened his mouth to hers. Only it wasn’t really a kiss. His mouth was punishing and forceful. Her entire body was pressed to the hard length of him, and he reached down and grasped her ass, thrusting his pelvis into her stomach. He was hard.

  She pulled away from him, her lips throbbing from his abuse.

  “Enough,” he bit out. “Your mouth is making me hard. I didn’t come here to fuck you, Lila. I came to apologize to you for my indiscretions. But you need to know it’s against policy that you know who I am.”

  “So you decided to abuse that policy?” she hissed, thrusting him away from her. He didn’t even stagger back, and she felt angrier.

  “I may have gone about it the wrong way,” he growled, “but I don’t regret what we did, and I know you don’t either. You enjoyed what took place.”

  “If saying that boosts your ego, then so be it, you asshat. Excuse me,�
� she said sweetly.

  “Sassy,” he rasped.

  She tried to walk away, but he grasped her wrist and pulled her back so he had her pressed up against the car, his hands caging her in at the waist.

  “You sure know how to test a man’s patience, little angel,” he murmured harshly against her mouth, his cool minty breath fanning against her face. It made her lips tingle, aching for the feel of his mouth on hers.

  “Let me warn you, patience is the one thing that’s fucking alien to me,” he rumbled.

  Her body shuddered between him and the car.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  His full lips curved back into a sickeningly erotic smile, and his eyes dropped to her mouth.

  “What do you think I want, Lila, hmm?” He smirked.

  She crossed her arms over her breasts, forcing her cleavage up. His eyes dropped to the swell of her breasts.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Knight, but I don’t think I comprehend your cryptic statement,” she said, feigning innocence.

  He pressed himself harder against her, and she felt his cock stir. She whimpered.

  “I think we are clear now, Miss Montgomery. I shall take you up on your offer of beer that I rudely rejected last week.”

  Lila’s mind was reeling. Here she was fraternizing with one of America’s richest men, who made it clear he wanted her in more ways than one. Maybe she would wake up and realize that this was a dream or one of her imaginings gone wild.

  Shifting her away from the car, he held the door to the passenger side open. She stared between him and the open door. Folding her arms across her chest, she made sure he got a taste of the defiance he hated.

  “I don’t trust you,” she grumbled.

  “You shouldn’t,” he said. “I have no good intentions where you’re concerned.”

  Despite his blatant warning, she found her feet moving, and she gave him a look before slipping into the car.

  “I didn’t know you could drive,” she said, her mouth curled into a sneer.