HIS BOUND BRIDE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Sophia Gray

  “A girl can’t be a bride-to-be without an engagement ring,” he said, getting up. “And look, now you have your something blue!” he joked. Teresa looked at it, amazed.

  “It’s gorgeous, Vance. Thank you,” she whispered and threw herself into his arms, kissing him with passion.

  Vance embraced her knowing the girl in his arms was the only thing he needed in this life.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Teresa

  “What are you doing…?” Teresa asked when she saw Vance kneeling down in front of her. Her heart stopped for a moment and then started pounding like a hundred horses racing when she saw him urging her to keep quiet and produced a small, velvet box.

  “You said that you were content before and that I make you happy. I know you’re marrying me because you need to and that we don’t even know a lot about each other… But I want to make you happy every day for the rest of our lives, Teresa. I’m hoping you won’t marry me for convenience,” he said, and when he opened the small box, Teresa could not help but gasp. “Marry me because you want to and I will make damn sure that you will always be happy.”

  Teresa didn’t know what to say and looked at Vance and the ring in utter disbelief. He was proposing, again, but now he really wanted to marry her. He wanted their marriage to be real, not a charade to fool her dad. Teresa thought for a moment and realized she wanted to say yes so badly it hurt. She had opened up to him in ways she had never done before and, during that day, she even found herself wishing more and more that the wedding would happen out of love, not necessity. What if it could still be that way?

  After a brief moment of doubt, a smile slipped through her lips.

  “Only if you let me make you happy,” she said, and Vance laughed in relief. He took out the ring, and her heart started racing again in her chest when she saw his hands trembling as he slipped the ring on her finger. It fit like a glove, as if it had been made for her. Teresa noticed it was a very simple and delicate ring, nothing too fancy, but it was perfect for her. The sapphire in the middle gleamed in the night.

  “A girl can’t be a bride-to-be without an engagement ring,” Vance said, getting up and dusting off his pants. “And look, now you have your something blue!” he joked. Teresa looked at it, amazed, and laughed a bit at the coincidence.

  “It’s gorgeous, Vance. Thank you,” she whispered, truly touched, and then she threw herself into his arms, kissing him with passion. She could not think of another way to express herself and her feelings, but with her body. She had never been good with words anyway; she was a woman of action.

  Stumbling about, she ended up trapped against the door of her car with Vance’s strong body pressing against her. She felt the heat rising in through her body, and the kiss became hungrier and deeper, more desperate.

  Vance’s hands ran over her body, caressing her over her clothes, and Teresa felt a sudden hatred for them. She wished their clothes were gone because she needed to feel him, to be as close to him as possible without any barriers. She knew that if she did not have him right there, right now, she would go crazy.

  “Wait, wait…” she muttered between the hungry kisses. Vance parted and looked apologetic for a moment.

  “Oh, sorry, you’re right, we can’t…” he started, losing his train of thought mid-sentence.

  Teresa did not think it was possible to want him more, but after watching his reaction, her desire had risen even further.

  “Get in the back of the car,” she said, and when he understood what she meant, a lusty smile adorned his lips. Vance got comfortable in the back seat, and Teresa kicked the front seats up before getting in herself.

  She closed the car’s door and was on top of Vance, kissing him again. The steam from their bodies heated the air around them in her car, creating a layer of mist that soon fogged the windows. Sat astride Vance, she started leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline, his collarbone, and his bare chest, as her hands had removed the bothersome shirt a moment ago.

  Meanwhile, Vance was working his way through her clothes, and Teresa moaned when she felt the snap of her bra and his hands fondling her breasts, finally free from their prison. She could feel the urging pressure of his manhood against her entrance, and she rubbed against it, dragging hoarse cries from Vance’s lips.

  In a fit of lust, Vance ripped off her panties and pulled up her skirt. She was really glad that she wore a skirt that day when she felt his strong fingers making their way through her underwear, finding her entrance. She was already wet and moaned out loud when Vance slid one of his fingers inside of her, while his other hand grabbed her butt and helped her move up and down.

  He kissed her, and his thumb started caressing her clit. She was enthralled, feeling his caresses on her body, and she needed to have him. Still moving, her hands reached his crotch and managed to free his manhood from his pants. He was fully erect, pulsing and ready to have her, and she did not want to make him wait.

  She drew Vance’s finger from her and placed herself on top of Vance.

  “W-wait, Teresa, we have to—”

  Teresa silenced him with a kiss before whispering in his ear, “I’m on the pill. Always have been.”

  Vance instantly pulled her up and slid inside of her, crying with pleasure. Teresa moaned when she felt him growing hard inside of her and started moving fast and passionately. The car moved along with them, but she never stopped. Vance was reaching so deep that she thought she would lose her mind, and when he kissed her, she knew she would not last long.

  The same could be said of Vance, who was trying to keep up with her rhythm. Teresa tightened her grip around his neck and cried out when she felt the known heated wave of orgasm rush through her, just as Vance came inside her.

  She remained seated on top of him, panting and catching her breath, her head resting on his shoulder. As Vance held her close, she could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest, and she knew she could really be happy with him, in his arms.

  After cleaning up and getting dressed, they hit the road, heading back to town. Teresa had to go to work in an hour, but she didn’t mind. She smiled as she drove to the city, feeling Vance’s hand lazily caressing her leg. She dropped him off at his place and kissed him before she left.

  “I’ll be home by two. Here’s the key,” she told him. Vance looked at the key, surprised. “Shall I meet you there?”

  Vance nodded, suddenly without words, and Teresa smiled. She knew giving him the key to her apartment had been the right call. They were getting married, anyway, so she didn’t think it was really ‘rushing it.’

  She left for her place, and after a quick dinner and shower, she was off to work again. The night went on as it always did on the weekdays. The bar was pretty dead on a Tuesday night, and she could use that free time to invite her colleagues to her wedding. They were thrilled to hear about it, and Teresa knew it had been a good idea: she was very fond of them.

  She left in a rush when her shift was over and headed straight home. Her heart was pounding as if she had been running, just because of the excitement she felt at the thought of Vance being there when she got home. She crossed the last few streets to her home, and when she got to the building, she rushed up the stairs, jumping two at a time.

  By the time she got to her door, she was panting. She smiled and tried to regain her breath while looking for the keys, but the door suddenly opened, and there was Vance, smiling widely at her. Her heart fluttered, and she threw herself into his arms.

  “Welcome home,” he murmured in her ear.

  Teresa kissed him and, in her heart, knew she was home.

  Chapter Twenty

  Vance

  Vance had been pacing in front of the door since the clock marked two in the morning, which was why he heard Teresa run up the stairs and search for the keys in her purse: he had been waiting for her.

  Vance threw the door open and there she was: cheeks red and breathing hard, as if she ran all the way home from work, but with a big s
mile painted on her face. She could not be more beautiful. Teresa jumped into his arms when she saw him, and he buried his face in her hair.

  “Welcome home,” he murmured. She tightened her grip before letting him go and planting a kiss on his lips. He pulled her up and danced her around the living room to a melody only they could hear, and this made her laugh. Her laugh, carefree and pure, was like music to his ears, until they landed on the couch, feeling lightheaded.

  “You are crazy.” She gasped, still laughing.

  “Yep. Crazy for you, Tess,” Vance admitted. He felt drunk with her presence, and he could only think about one thing: her hot body against his.

  “Then I think I may be crazy too,” she said, crushing her lips to his and sliding her hand under his shirt and into the trail of hair she had been dying to touch again since they parted a few hours ago. Vance moaned into her mouth, sliding his hands up her sides and around to her shoulder blades, pressing her breasts against his chest. They broke apart, panting.

  “Shall we go to the bedroom?” she asked teasingly.

  “Fuck yes.” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

  They were so busy kissing and undressing each other that they were not anywhere near the bedroom. After their fifth stumble, Vance grumbled in frustration and picked her up, sliding his hands down to cup her firm bottom. In response, Teresa wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning with pleasure as he pressed firm kisses on her neck.

  Somehow, they made it to the bedroom, and he pressed her up against the wall as soon as the door was closed. She pulled him impossibly closer, and he bucked his hips against hers, both moaning at the feeling of his hardness pressing against her belly.

  Vance left her on the ground and wrapped his arms around her waist before taking a long look at the woman who would soon be his wife.

  “You are beautiful,” he murmured, studying her face and bringing a hand up to brush some loose strands of black hair from her cheek. “I am the luckiest man in the world.”

  Sliding his hand around to the back of her head, he kissed her gently, lightly nipping her lower lip before flicking it with his tongue. She groaned into his mouth, sliding her tongue past his lips and raking her fingernails up his chest. He broke the kiss with a grunt, grabbing her hands and holding them against his chest.

  “I know you like it rough, Tess,” he whispered huskily. He turned her over and pushed her into the wall, adjusting himself at her back with a hand on either side of her head.

  “How much have you thought about this today?” he asked, his warm breath sending a jolt of heat straight to her core before he caught her lobe in his teeth and tugged.

  Teresa whimpered, pushing her hips back and brushing them against him. Vance gasped and moved to suck on the pulse point just under her jaw. His hands slid down the wall and onto her shoulders, resting there for a moment.

  “How many times today have you pictured me pushing you down on the bed, spreading your creamy legs wide open and burying my face between your thighs?” he whispered, moving his hands down to cup her breasts through her shirt. Squeezing gently, he ground his hips into hers and pressed his lips against her neck.

  “As many times as you have thought about doing it yourself,” she replied, tilting her head back against his shoulder to give him better access. Vance’s heart was hammering in his chest at the idea of subduing her; taking full control of the situation for the first time.

  He swiftly removed her shirt, which fell to the floor, and placed kisses on her shoulders and her back, while his hands still played with her covered nipples. He groaned as he managed to remove the bothersome bra and free her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Teresa twisted and whirled around to face him, and Vance pressed her back against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers.

  “Clothes off now,” he demanded when they broke apart, letting her go and shoving his own jacket off his shoulders. She was very happy to comply, pressing wet kisses to his neck and shoulders as she fought with the buttons on his shirt, and as he tore her pants off. He grunted as she ran her hands through the dark hair on his chest, and she moaned as he pressed his fingers into her hips and peppered kisses along her collarbone.

  Pushing her breasts into his chest, she whimpered as his hands left her hips and expertly pulled down her underwear, leaving her completely naked. Her nipples hardened in the cool air as Vance held her at arm’s length, eyes roaming over the length of her body.

  She arched her back and cried out as he suddenly bent his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucking briefly before switching to the other breast. The sensations shot straight to her groin, making her throb, and stopped as suddenly as they started, replaced by his warm breath ghosting over her nipple.

  “You have no idea how amazing you are,” he said, kissing his way up her chest, neck, and along her jawline. Resting his forehead against hers, Vance caressed her cheek and trailed his fingers down her chest, circling her nipple. “You are absolutely perfect, Teresa.”

  Teresa ran her hand down his abs, shivering as they trembled under her touch, and traced over the tattoo she had discovered days ago on his hip. Teresa grabbed the waistband of his jeans and trunks and shoved them down over his hips, grabbing his manhood as soon as it sprang free. Stroking firmly from base to tip, she grinned as Vance murmured incoherently into her shoulder.

  “Talk about perfection,” she whispered, before pushing him back and kneeling down in front of him. Vance tried to muffle out a cry as she ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, before swirling around the tip and taking him in her mouth, but he failed completely. Teresa bobbed her head, and the noises of pleasure she was drawing from him and his hand fisting her hair were making her skin rise and shiver with arousal.

  Vance grabbed her hair tighter, knowing that if he let go his legs would not be able to sustain him. When he felt himself longing for more, he used all his willpower to break the contact and pull her up, before planting a very hungry kiss on her lips.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he told her, before pushing her backward onto the bed and struggling out of his pants where they had gotten tangled around his ankles.

  Vance crawled up between her legs and slowly kissed his way up her white thighs. Teresa was trembling with anticipation as he settled with his lips hovering above her. He placed himself on an elbow and ran a fingertip along her folds, the sensation causing her to arch off the bed with a long moan.

  Vance chuckled at her sensitivity and blew lightly. She moaned again as the cool air on her skin sent shivers throughout her body, and cried out as Vance ran a finger through her folds, running swiftly and pulling back, leaving her throbbing and unbearably empty.

  “Vance, fuck. Please?” She looked at him, her big eyes swirling with desire, and Vance had to bite the inside of his cheek to hold on and not jump on her right away.

  “Please what?” he asked, teasing her curls with the tip of his finger. She arched her back with a groan, trying to get him to press harder. He was definitely enjoying being the one in charge for once.

  “Touch me. Eat me. Do me. But please, please, do something,” Teresa begged breathlessly, hooking a leg over his shoulder and trying to tug his head forward. She felt his chuckle as much as she heard it, throwing her head back with a breathless cry as he slipped two fingers into her folds, followed closely by his tongue.

  He brought her to the edge at least twice, changing the tempo and leaving her writhing under his hand and tongue. Vance was enjoying it so much he thought he would go crazy. Her throbbing sex and the spasms that ran through her legs told him every time she was close to coming, and that was his sign to stop. After a while, he knew that if he went on like that, he would come himself without having done her.

  “Please, Vance, I need you,” she begged, tangling her hands in his hair and tugging upwards. Giving her clit a final firm lick, he let her pull him up and trailed kisses along her stomach and swirled his tongue around her areolas.

  Vance settled
between her legs and kissed her deeply, positioning himself at her entrance as she clung to him, nails digging into his back. Pulling back from the kiss, he propped himself up on his elbows and gazed into her eyes.

  “I think you are ready now,” he teased softly, smiling cockily and rubbing his tip against her. Vance ran his free hand through her hair, and she pushed her hips up towards his in response with a moan.

  “I’m going to make you pay for this someday, you know that?” she threatened.

  His smile widened. “Oh, I am counting on it.”

  Vance captured her lips in a kiss, preventing her from saying anything else and thrust gently inside of her. Teresa moaned into his mouth and slid her hands down to grab his ass, pulling him deeper inside. He broke the kiss to groan into her neck as he began to thrust harder, pulling back enough to watch her breasts bounce with each thrust.

  She tossed her head back onto the pillow as he moved, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge, the sensations overwhelming her whole body. She cried out as he sat back on his knees, hooking his elbows under her legs and bringing her closer, the new angle brushing that spot right there with every thrust.