Stolen Heart (Bride of the Billionaire Book 4)

by Jenna Rose

  Zander Duke. He’s the only man that seems capable now of claiming me. He’s the only man I would want at this moment, and as he hooks his fingers in the straps of my panties and pulls, the full reality of the situation hits me, and I let out a moan.

  “Christ, look at that gorgeous pussy,” Zander mutters as he pulls my panties and coveralls down at the same time. Now I’m lying naked beneath him on the island, like a freshly-prepared meal only for him. “Every inch of your body is perfection, sweetie. Not even a master painter could capture your beauty.”

  It’s a good thing I’m already on my back; the intensity of his gaze could level me. He peels his shirt off, and I see his sculpted torso. Muscles upon muscles, chiseled and defined. His abs ripple as he tosses it aside and I see the two v-lines pointing down into his pants, igniting my imagination. When I hear his belt buckle click, I begin to writhe beneath him.

  I’ve never thought of myself as sexy. I’m a mess at work, with coveralls and no makeup, and when I’m at home, I’m in sweatpants, my hair’s a mess, and I’m speckled with paint. But the way Zander’s looking at me has me feeling things I’ve never felt before.

  “I wish I’d met you sooner,” he says as he slides his pants down, exposing his carved lower abs to me. His boxers hang low and I can already see the bulge beneath them. The warm feeling inside me spreads between my thighs as I get wet for him…

  …wetter.

  “All those wasted nights I could have spent with you,” he whispers as he leans down over me, dwarfing me with his size, trapping me between his bulging biceps. “I don’t even deserve something so beautiful as you.”

  “Don’t say that,” I tell him as I trace his high cheekbone with my knuckle. “Of course you deserve me. Look how easily you stole me…”

  “But I can’t steal you now, sweetie,” he purrs back. “I need to take you, but you need to give yourself to me. I need to hear the words from you. Tell me, sweetie. Tell me you’re mine.”

  I lower my eyes but keep them on him. My chest is heaving with desire. Of course I’m his. I think I knew from the moment he wrapped his arms around me at the Met.

  “I…I’m yours.”

  With one swift movement, Zander spreads my legs wide and gets down on his knees in front of me. When his tongue touches me down there, I whimper, and my legs begin to shudder.

  “Christ, look at this fresh little pussy,” he mutters, his breath warm against my thighs. “I bet so many men have fantasized about being your first, sweetie. How many of them wished they were here now? But that’s not happening. You’re only for me, aren’t you?”

  “Y—yes!”

  I’m wet, dripping even, and completely unprepared for what happens next.

  His tongue, warm and strong, traces a perfect line up my eager slit, causing me to shake. Then he finds my clit and rolls it gently. Each tiny flick sends a jolt of sensation through me like nothing I’ve ever known.

  Again I moan, and Zander buries his tongue in me.

  “Fuck!”

  He tongue-fucks me hard. With each stroke, his nose presses against my clit. For a second, I’m self-conscious until I hear him take a deep breath in and groan like it’s the greatest thing in the world.

  “Goddamn it, sweetie,” he growls into me. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back with you.”

  “What do you mean?” Hold back? I don’t want him to hold back.

  “Your first time should be soft and sweet,” he tells me. “Sensual. I don’t want to be rough with you and hurt you. I’m big. And you’re already going to be so fucking tight.”

  His want is overpowering. But this is more than just regular dirty talk. I may not have heard it before, but I don’t need to. He means what he’s saying. “Do what you want to me, Zander. I just want to make you feel good.”

  “Christ, sweetie, you drive me fucking crazy. And I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t even know what happened to you.”

  There’s no hope of a response as Zander’s tongue finds my ready pleasure button again. Dripping with arousal, my hips move on their own, grinding against him, each surge of pressure driving me closer and closer to the edge. No amount of fantasizing could ever compare to this.

  “I’m gonna come, Zander…” I don’t know why, but telling him this makes me feel good. Makes me feel sexy.

  His reply is a simple groan, and as he slides a finger inside me, I go over the edge.

  My eyes and mouth open wide. My back arches off the island, and I grab the corners and hold on for dear life as the most powerful orgasm I could ever imagine rolls through me like a typhoon.

  He’s a master and moves his tongue in perfect rhythm with my body. My head’s spinning as he presses his lips against mine and holds his tongue on my tingling little pearl. I don’t even know if he understands just how incredible he is. “Oh—my—God—my—God—my-God…”

  Finally, I manage to look down at him, and when I see the look in his eyes, I know the answer: he does. He definitely does.

  He gets to his feet, and with the room still spinning around me, slides out of his boxers. His cock springs free, standing long and thick from between his legs. I can’t even believe it.

  “What…what is that?”

  Zander grins and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “I know you’re a virgin, sweetie. But you must know how this all works.”

  “That is not your penis…”

  “What else would it be?” he chuckles, grasping it by the hilt and swinging it gently.

  I’m soaked between my thighs, but I guess that’s not enough for my body, and I begin to salivate. “A monster?”

  “Yes, you may be right about that.” He grins. “But it’s your monster, baby.”

  He leans over me, and I feel a brief moment of anxiety as he presses the tip against my entrance. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, but I’m still scared. I’m tiny. Untouched. It’s my first time and he’s huge.

  “I honestly don’t think it’s going to fit, Zander. I mean—”

  “It will,” he purrs, letting his lips drag up the skin of my neck to my ear, which he kisses ever so gently. “Do you think I’m going to stop now, sweetie? I built my entire empire on discipline and self-control, and I’m powerless to resist that fresh, unclaimed cunt between your thighs.”

  If I needed any more convincing, that would have done it. I try to force myself to relax as Zander pushes his hips forward and slides inside.

  “Christ, Amory. That virgin pussy is like a vise around my cock.”

  He pushes deeper and deeper, and I moan as he stretches my walls around his unbelievable girth. Every one of his many muscles is taut as he takes me. Strong hands slide into my hair and tighten. He pulls my head up and holds it there, forcing me to watch as he claims me.

  It doesn’t seem possible, but there it is, Zander’s enormous cock sliding inside me.

  “There,” he grunts as he bottoms out inside me. “That’s right where it’s supposed to go. How’s that feel, sweetie? Like you just became a woman?”

  “Zander…”

  “Like you just became my woman?”

  His first stroke ignites me, and I cry out. “Don’t be gentle with me, Zander! Fuck me how you want to!”

  His eyes flash, but he keeps his strokes slow and deliberate. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie.”

  “You won’t,” I almost snap. Goddamn it, I just want him to feel good. I want to please him like he already did to me. “Take me how you want me, Zander. I’m yours.”

  “You sexy fucking bitch,” he growls as he leans in and kisses me. His tongue presses hungrily into my mouth, and I suck it like it’s his cock. His dirty talk is perfect. He’s transforming me, breaking me out of my shell, showing me where my sexuality can go. And I love him for it.

  The veins in his biceps are bulging as he shifts his grip to my waist. I writhe on the island beneath him, and when he delivers his first strong stroke, I cry out with pleasure.


  “You beautiful girl. I want to be gentle with you, but I can’t. You take my nine inches so good. If I didn’t feel that cherry pop when I entered you, I might think you had done this before.”

  “Never!” I whimper. Swollen with pride, I move my hips against his, taking every one of his massive inches inside me. It’s not just my body he’s taking and changing, making his—it’s all of me.

  I’m losing myself in it. Each thrust causes my breasts to shake. I feel his balls slapping against my ass and little drops of sweat falling from his chest onto my stomach. The thick pulse of his manhood inside me reminds me every second that I’m a woman now.

  “You’re making me feel like I’m back in high school again,” Zander coos. “I’m not going to be able to last. Not this time. You’re making me want to come so hard.”

  I clench down tighter on him, his words slipping into my ear like a drug. His strong, blue eyes hold me in place. Even if I wanted to go somewhere, it wouldn’t be possible. I moan again as the golden pressure builds inside me, swelling to an impossible limit.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks.

  “No, I’m not—”

  “Good,” he growls. “I’m going to pump my load inside you, sweetie. Nothing can stop me now. And if you get pregnant, so be it. You’re mine now anyway.”

  I can feel the wet between my thighs. More drips out of me as I feel his cock pulse. And then it happens.

  A hot jet sprays inside of me. It’s like a switch – a trigger that sends me soaring. Another orgasm, even more powerful than the last, grips my body and shakes me to my core.

  Maybe I’m weird, but the idea of doing it raw like this and letting him come inside me on my first time – a man I just met today – unleashes a new kind of arousal I’ve never known. My hips twist, my thighs clamp down, and I wrap my legs around his strong waist as he fills me with his seed.

  His breath catches, and he grunts and slumps down on top of me, his powerful heartbeat thudding through his chest into mine.

  We lay there, me absentmindedly stroking his back muscles with a finger as his cum begins to drip out of me. He’s still hard inside. I almost wonder if he can keep going, but I don’t think I could. I need a minute. I need to recuperate—take in what just happened.

  “That was so hot…” I confess.

  “You let me cum inside you,” he whispers.

  “I loved it.”

  “You know my secret now, sweetie,” he says gently. “But even if you didn’t, there’s still no way I could ever let you go.”

  5

  Zander

  I’m in awe as I stare at the back of Amory’s neck, bathed in moonlight, forming a perfect line down to her delicate shoulders, leading my eyes down into the valley of her waist and up the rolling hills of her hips, down her perfect ass to her coltish legs that held me inside her when I claimed her.

  I didn’t hire a decorator; I did it all myself. Every couch, table, chair, and piece of art was handpicked by me. I even had a spot picked out for the Picasso, but as I stare at the beautiful woman in bed beside me, I know none of it compares to her. Not even close.

  But I built my empire on being cold, calculating, and unflinching. And I can already feel that part of me starting to shift. It’s all because of her. What if my relationship with her changes me? What if it makes me less of a businessman? If I’m forced to choose between my work and her, then that’s no choice at all.

  I choose her.

  Doing my best to keep quiet, I slide out of bed and make my way into the bathroom. I splash water on my face, and when I look up, see her standing behind me, her right foot hooked behind her left ankle, looking absolutely adorable, wearing nothing but her panties, her arms crossed across her perfect breasts.

  An angel who walked into my life.

  She’s standing beneath a Monet that I lifted three years ago, but its beauty pales in comparison to hers.

  “Your eyes…” she says softly.

  “What about them?”

  “They make me feel so small.”

  Smiling, I wrap her in my arms and feel my cock swell to half-mast. “You are so small.”

  “Compared to you,” she whispers.

  “I’m the only man you need to compare yourself to, sweetie. Now that you’re mine.”

  For some reason, she won’t look at me; she just keeps her face buried in my chest. Every time I try to make our eyes meet, she twists away. “Oh, now you’re shy? With my load still dripping out of you?”

  “Stop!” she laughs, replying with a playful slap to my shoulder. “I—I’m new to all this.”

  “It sure didn’t feel that way,” I tell her. Christ, just remembering the feel of her virgin pussy stretching around my cock has me ready to go again. I reach between her legs and gently tug her panties to the side, exposing her pussy, which is soaked and ready for me. “Mmm, so it’s not just me that’s ready for round two.”

  “I…I’m still sore, Zander.” She says it like it’s a horrible confession, but all I do is smile.

  “You will be,” I reply. “Until you get used to me. But we have all the time in the world for that.”

  I wait for her reply, but it never comes. Finally, I lift her chin gently and force her to look at me, and when I do, I see a look on her face that shakes me. I may not have seen that look recently, but I remember it from when I was young; it’s the look a girl gives you when she is about to say something she knows you won’t like.

  “What?” I ask. “What is it, Amory?”

  “The detective last night…” she replies. “What if he catches you?”

  Jesus, that’s it? I breathe a sigh of relief and brush a lock of hair from her face. “Childers thinks he’s smart, but he’s just chasing the crumbs I leave for him. He’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Zander…you came in me last night. What if I get pregnant, have our child and then…and then—”

  “Stop,” I tell her, silencing her with a finger over her lips. “Never gonna happen. I promise you. And I’m a man of my word. Do you believe that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” I smile. “Because, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

  I wet my middle finger inside her and trace the line of her slit to her slick nub and begin to circle it gently. Just because she’s sore doesn’t mean she can’t feel pleasure. And there’s nothing I want to do more now than please her.

  My angel.

  “Zander…” Her fingers bunch around my shoulders as she lays her head against my chest. Within seconds, her legs begin to shiver, and I cup her ass with my other hand to keep her from falling. Her breath becomes heavy, and I feel her heart rate rise. Her perky tits pressed against my chest have my cock ready to slide back inside, but not yet. She needs time to recover. After all, she was a virgin last night.

  When her body shakes, I press my finger down and hold. Her moan escapes her lips and washes over me like music. The soft flesh of her ass jiggles gently in my grip, and she lifts her mouth to mine. She accepts my kiss as she comes, and I hold her in my embrace until she comes down. Only then does she open her eyes to mine.

  “Wow. You’re good.”

  “Sweetie, I’ll do that for you every goddamn day.” I smile. “Morning and night. Shit, you won’t be able to keep me off you.”

  We shower together, wash each other, and get dressed together. I have my men bring in a whole rack of clothes for her to choose from, but honestly, I just want her to stay in my gym shorts and T-shirt. She doesn’t have to try to impress me; I’m already smitten.

  She makes us breakfast—scrambled eggs with chives, avocado and toast—and I show her the rest of the house, smiling at how many times she says, “I can’t believe you have that in your home!” I stop in the back office and look at her.

  “This used to be where my old assistant worked,” I explain. “But everything’s mobile now and she doesn’t use it. I want you to have it.”

  “Me?” Amory asks. She looks baffled. How can she
still not understand that I’m taking care of her now? “Why me? For what?”

  “For your painting.” I smile. “Make it your studio. I’ll have anything you need brought in.”

  The look on her face – if an artist could accurately capture that look, the ensuing painting would put the Mona Lisa to shame. For the first time ever, I wish I could create art, rather than simply steal it.

  “Zander! Are you serious?”

  “I’m always serious when it comes to things I truly care about,” I tell her. “As a matter of fact, we can get started on it today.”

  And we do.

  I put her in charge of a couple of my men and watch as she directs them, giving them lists of the things she needs. She’s a natural. She’s in her element, and it’s unbelievably sexy. I watch from a stool in the corner of the room as she organizes her new space. My shorts that she’s wearing ride up every time she bends over, giving me a glimpse of her smooth thighs and even the occasional peek at her panties. They’re still damp too, either with her arousal or with the load I left in her last night.

  Yeah, I could get used to this.

  The sun’s starting to go down as she’s finishing up. “Will you help me stretch this canvas?” she asks, finally asking me for help. “I’m not as strong as you, I’m sure.”

  “I thought you’d never ask,” I say as I get up from my stool. “But first, I need one of these.”

  I pull her in for a kiss, wrapping my arm around her small waist. She’s sweating slightly, enhancing her natural scent that I inhale like a drug. Her proportions are perfect; she fits against me like a puzzle piece. We’re made for each other. There’s no doubt in my mind.

  Her kiss is hungry. I reply with an even greater desire, almost drowning in my lust for her. I slide my fingers into her waistband and pull. The shorts slip over her hip bones and I press two fingers against her mound. She’s beyond damp. She’s ready.

  “Recovered yet?” I ask with a smile. “Or are you still too sore for me?”

  “I—”

  “It doesn’t matter what you say, baby,” I growl as my cock throbs beneath my pants. “Because there is no way I can hold out anymore. Not after watching you parade around in front of me all day with that gorgeous body of yours.”