HIS BOUND BRIDE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

by Sophia Gray

  Vance tightened the embrace, feeling her body tensing and trembling because of him, and his manhood woke up, pressing against Teresa’s leg. His hands slid over her body and arms until he reached her hands, and entwined his fingers with hers. The kiss broke and both exhaled ragged puffs of air.

  Vance’s lips found her jaw, and he drew a line of caresses from her jawline to the side of her neck until he found her ear, her lobe, and that sweet spot that always made her moan. He gently bit her earlobe, and Teresa moaned quietly against him. The sound sent a bolt of heat to the hardness of his cock, which was still pressed again against Teresa’s leg.

  She was sitting on top of him, and the pressure of her tender butt and her thighs was driving him crazy – especially when she noticed his boner and moved slightly but enough to rub her body against his crotch, sending waves of pleasure to the rest of his body. He grunted in her ear and bit her neck just a tad harder, enough to leave a red mark that would take a day or so to disappear.

  With a swift movement, Vance turned Teresa around, so she was sitting with her back to him. His right hand traveled up her arm to her shoulder and went down her side until he grabbed her hip. His left hand ran over her other side until he found her breast. He massaged it a bit, carried away by the desire of making Teresa his again.

  She moved again and pressed her firm butt against his crotch, trapped by his jeans, wishing to be free. Vance grunted again into her neck, and his hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her already hard nipple. His other hand traveled from her hip to her thigh. He was so glad she was wearing a loose dress that night...

  His hand got lost under the fabric, pulling it up as he made his way over her soft thighs to her creamy groins. Teresa opened her legs a bit more and rested her back against his chest, arching a little due to the pleasure he was making her feel. Vance brushed his fingers against the soft fabric of her underwear, and he was delighted to find it already wet.

  He caressed her sex over the underwear, while his other hand fondled her breast. Teresa tilted her head back, placing it on his shoulder, making room for him to kiss her neck and ear while she moaned and twisted at his touch. It was the most erotic view he had ever seen, and he rubbed his manhood against her butt at the same time one of his fingers got its way under her panties.

  Teresa gasped when she felt his finger caressing her wet clit. “Oh, God!” She opened her legs a bit more.

  Vance’s finger went up and down her sex, touching her outer lips and then her clit again. He traveled to her entrance, teasing her for a moment with his fingertip before pulling the fabric aside and making room for two fingers. He caressed her sex without entering her. Her clit was hard, and she was so wet, and when he put two fingers inside of her, Teresa twisted and moaned louder, arching her back under his touch.

  His other hand found its way to the side of the dress and pulled the bra slightly down, enough to free her breast from its prison. He pinched her nipple and then reached for the other breast, as his fingers plunged deeper inside her every time. Vance loved fingering her and driving her crazy just with a touch of his hand, but he wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to scream his name and reach orgasm with his cock inside of her, so he pulled his fingers out and she complained with a strangled noise.

  “Vance, fuck, don’t stop!” Vance did not answer. With a swift movement, he moved Teresa a bit to sit her on his knees and was able to unzip his pants and free his cock. Knowing what he wanted, she opened her legs and sat back on his lap, brushing his cock with her hands, guiding it inside of her.

  His cock found its way to her entrance and Teresa moaned as she felt it going in. Vance grunted in her ear, his hand abandoning her breast and grabbing her hips strongly. She was so wet and tight he thought he would come immediately, but he managed to hold on.

  Teresa started moving up and down his shaft, and he helped her move with one hand on her hip while the other went back to her entrance. His fingers rubbed her clit as she rode him and made her cry with pleasure.

  He worked on her swiftly, driven by a powerful desire to make her come while he was inside of her – and judging by her strangled noises and the pressure on his cock, she was very close to her climax. Vance started moving his hips to the rhythm she had imposed, reaching deeper while his fingers sent electrifying sensations through her whole body.

  “Vance, I’m coming, I’m almost there! Oh yes, yes, yes!”

  When he felt the rush of heat run through her body, he let go of himself. He grabbed her hips with both hands and with two more deeper, more haphazard jerks, he came, filling her completely. Teresa stopped moving and rested against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, his member still inside of her.

  “You sure want me to ride, huh?” she joked after a moment of silence, trying to regain her breath. Vance chuckled and kissed her neck.

  “I love you. You know that, right?” he said in a whisper, as if wanting to leave that information just between the two of them in the emptiness of their house.

  “I do. And I love you, too,” she whispered back.

  That night, when Teresa got ready and headed off to work, Vance laid in bed reading one of her thriller novels and knew this was what happiness felt like.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Teresa

  After her first ride with the Red Butterfly, Teresa got deeply involved with the club’s activities. She had greatly enjoyed returning to the motorcycling life, and although she barely had time between her job at the kitchen, her school, and her job at the pub, she went to the club every weekend and took charge of organizing and arranging the humanitarian efforts for the club to get involved in.

  It was a job she loved doing because it combined two of her passions: riding and charity. She had even got in touch with several other motorcycle clubs, so she was always up-to-date with the latest news and had arranged a joint rally more than once: several clubs had joined once to rally and raise funds for a state charity, and they had all enjoyed the event.

  She was also enjoying her life with Vance. He had turned out to be an amazing husband: he supported her in every decision she made, was caring and understanding, cooked for her (his gnocchi was truly the best), and he was amazing in bed. Teresa still got chills whenever she thought about him in that way: he made every cell in her body tremble with desire.

  Teresa shook her head to clear it. She was at the Red Butterfly’s headquarters and was reviewing the list of charitable events they had already done to come up with a new idea when the phone rang.

  “Red Butterfly Motorcycle Club, this is Teresa Love. Whom am I speaking with?” she answered mechanically. It was a representative from another club, who had heard of the Red Butterfly’s rallies and wanted to collaborate. He had several ideas for charities, and after a while, they agreed on one and arranged a meeting in two weeks. They were making some small talk about other clubs when Teresa’s blood froze.

  “And the Grim Rebels have disbanded, did you hear?” Christopher asked on the other end of the line. “The boss is dead, and they broke into a coup after his demise.”

  Teresa froze. Her father was dead. The Grim Rebels was without a leader.

  “W-well, that is unfortunate. Are you sure about this?” she asked.

  “That’s the word on the street, at least. Our club never dealt with the Grim Rebels, you know. Can’t say it’s much of a shame, though. Shady business they got into.”

  She knew. Not many clubs that dedicated their efforts to charity dealt with her father and the Grim Rebels. After saying goodbye to Christopher, she hung up and leaned back on the chair, rubbing her face. She did not know how to feel about her father’s death.

  She had not thought about him in months, and she would be lying if she said she was sorry about it. Her father had been a terrible person all his life. He had not cared for anyone but himself and she had stopped caring about him a long time ago – why should she care now that he was dead?

  But that knowledge stirred something inside of
her, and she had to check whether that rumor was true before acting on it. She grabbed the phone and called every club she knew, and they all confirmed it: they had all heard through the grapevine that Jimmy Love had passed away and the Grim Rebels, unable to choose a leader, had disbanded.

  So it was true: her father’s efforts had been futile in the end. She did not plan to go back there and take over the club at all. She had finally found a place where she was happy, with a person that loved her made her feel like she belonged. But there was something in the back of her mind that made her uneasy.

  In the beginning, Vance had agreed to the whole charade of marrying her in the first place because he wanted to lead the Grim Rebels someday. He said he loved her, but was his love stronger than his desire for leadership? Would Vance leave her side if he ever found out that the Grim Rebels could be his if he just seized the opportunity?

  Upset at these thoughts, Teresa left the club early and headed home. She did not want to tell him about any of this, but she knew he deserved to know and he would find out eventually, regardless. This would be a test of their relationship: if Vance stayed by her side, that meant everything had been true. But if he chose to pursue the Grim Rebels, she knew she would lose him, and that meant she was never his.

  And yet, she thought while making dinner and waiting for him to come home, she was too afraid. She did not want their marriage to be over, and if he left, she was not sure she could ever get over it.

  Vance came home an hour later and greeted her cheerfully.

  “Is something wrong?” he asked, sensing her gloomy mood. Teresa shook her head in denial and tried to act as if nothing happened, but she did not fool Vance. “Tess, come on, you can tell me anything,” he insisted. “I know something’s wrong. What happened?”

  Teresa looked him straight in the eyes and took a deep breath. She was about to take a leap of faith, and she just hoped Vance would be there to catch her.

  “My father is dead. The Grim Rebels have broken into a coup – they don’t have a leader,” she told him quietly. Vance was taken aback.

  What did this mean?

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Vance

  “My father is dead. The Grim Rebels have broken into a coup – they don’t have a leader,” Teresa told him, and Vance’s heart stopped for a moment. He knew the implications of that fact as well as she did: it meant that, if they wanted, they could take over the club. That he could take over the club. Teresa was looking down, apparently unable to face him.

  “Do you want it?” Vance asked in response. Teresa’s eyes were still fixed on the tiled kitchen floor.

  “No. I’m happy where I am,” she said. And there was an implicit question that both of them heard as loudly as if it had been shouted out loud: But do you? Do you want the club?

  For a moment, a tense silence fell over them. If Vance wanted, he could leave Teresa, take over the Grim Rebels and re-start his life as an outlaw. But that would mean leaving the one thing he loved the most: her.

  Sometimes, during those past months, he had missed his days as an outlaw: doing what he wanted, when he wanted. But he would not trade his life with Teresa for anything, and he felt she did not know that. Teresa was still looking down, and he knew he had to say something to reassure her, that his sole concern was, and always would be, her happiness.

  “Then it is settled. We will stay here,” he said with a smile, taking a step closer to her. Teresa looked at him, eyes wide in surprise. “Did you really think I could leave you? I don’t want the club. I’m happy with my life right here, right now. This is where I belong – with you.”

  Teresa smiled warmly, all her fears fading away.

  “I told you before: you are all I care about. I will go wherever you tell me to,” he added and wrapped her in his arms as he placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Now, I rented a movie, shall we watch it in bed after dinner?” he asked, with a voice that suggested that they would do anything but watch the movie.

  They quickly ate dinner and headed to the bedroom, carrying some bowls of ice cream. They put the movie on and got cozy under the covers, cuddling while the movie started. But he had no intention of watching the movie. He wanted to make sure Teresa knew how much he loved her, and he had never been a man of words: action was his strong suit.

  He started caressing her back and leaving a light trail of kisses on her head and her face, making her laugh slightly. He found her lips and kissed her deeply, tasting mint chocolate chip.

  While the movie played in the background, they were too engulfed in each other to pay attention to it. Teresa’s sighs and moans were far louder than the opening scene of the movie.

  Rubbing circles all over Teresa’s back, Vance leaned in to deepen the kiss. Teresa delivered a few playful licks over his mouth, then trapped Vance’s lower lip between her teeth. She chuckled when Vance groaned and grabbed her hair.

  During the moment when they separated briefly to catch a breath, Teresa tugged at Vance’s collar and slid down on the bed, lying on her back.

  “Come here,” she hummed out, pulling Vance on top of her by the neck and nuzzling him, sucking on the skin loudly.

  Sometimes, Vance thought he couldn’t take more of Teresa’s bossiness in bed. It put him on the edge so easily; he was even ashamed to admit it. But oh God, did he enjoy it.

  “Whatever you say, Tess,” he mumbled, shifting to grant Teresa better access to his neck and collarbone.

  Teresa took the hint and yanked him down by the shirt. Placing one hand on Vance’s neck to keep him down, the other hand tried to work the buttons open. Since it proved to be desperately difficult, Vance got up reluctantly and did it himself, under Teresa’s attentive stare.

  He was breathing heavily, but his lips curved into a grin. Vance tossed his shirt behind him to the floor, adjusting his legs on each side of Teresa. They were crammed up on the bed, which was big enough but they had settled for a specific spot in the middle. Vance was very intent on staying where he was. Teresa seemed to agree, as she gazed up at him hungrily.

  “Like what you see?” Vance asked cockily, smiling widely. He urged Teresa up and dragged her shirt up by the hem. Teresa finished rolling it up and cast it aside in a frenzy.

  With only her lace bra on, Teresa leaned backward, propped up on her elbows as they sank down on the mattress. She was beaming at Vance, and then her tongue flicked over her lips obscenely.

  Vance leaned down and kissed Teresa lovingly. Teresa lapped at him with devotion, her hands finding a good resting spot on Vance’s buttocks. This set a slow, rocking pace on his part, and he couldn’t help a muffled moan inside their kisses. There was still too much clothing between them, but the friction began to have its effects.

  Rubbing patterns over Teresa’s still covered breasts, Vance decided to change his target and scooted downward. He knew Teresa always responded positively to low bursts of physical pain, and so he started by nibbling at her shoulder and throat. Teresa whimpered, quickening the rocking of her hips as Vance moved down.

  He took a moment to lavish at the sight of Teresa’s chest, heaving with the same speed of his panting. He could even start feeling the bulge growing under his jeans.

  He gave a slow, wicked bump of his hips, grinding down on Teresa’s crotch, while his hand massaged her abdomen and moved closer to the space between her thighs. With a choked moan, her stare pierced through him. Vance smirked, cheeks bright red.

  “You’re such a tease, Vance.” Teresa sighed, crooking her finger in an inviting motion.

  Vance grinned. Without warning, he dragged the bra by its straps, letting her breasts spill out; her nipples a delightful shade of rosy pink. They were already hard with arousal, so he knew what he was going to do first.

  Bending down, he trapped one of Teresa’s nipples between his teeth carefully, starting to lick with the tip of his tongue. He took a few swipes and swirls, switching from one to the other, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses all over her chest and c
leavage. Teresa squirmed, ramping up the movement of her hips – he even bent her knees slightly upwards to allow for more contact.

  Teresa tugged at his hair, one arm over her own head while the other caressed Vance’s neck devotedly. He pulled the edge of her jeans down a bit, and a quick glance up showed Teresa biting her lip in anticipation. Fully aware of what he was going to inflict, Vance placed his palm over her crotch and started to massage the damp entrance over the fabric.

  That elicited a string of delicious, soft whines from Teresa’s lips. Very carefully and intently, he touched her clit as much as he could over the layers of clothes, giving a few thrusts with his hips, meeting Teresa’s rhythm.

  He had stopped paying attention to anything else, his body hovering over Teresa. He lifted all his weight with one arm, trapping the headboard tightly. His fingers continued stroking, faster with every needy buck of Teresa’s hips.