Hunted by Billionaires Box Set

by Ryan Ramsay

  She stands silent. There is nothing to solicit sound around this congregation of sinners, not even a sliver of wind through the empty, haunted hallways.

  Then she says, “You know what you did to me, Adam. You mistreated me horribly and no amount of money in the world could make me stay with you.”

  “Blah, blah, blah. Save your tears for someone who cares,” Adam says. “You had your chance and threw me away and make stupid excuses now. And to you three; you should leave before I call the cops. Unless you want me to expose all your dirty secrets, for which case I am quite happy to oblige. We all know what the board will say. That’s the end to your cash, boys, the end to your names. It’s the end of you.”

  “And to think it’s this stuff that stands for justice in the courts,” I hear my voice say.

  Strange; I didn’t even mean to say that. It just came out.

  “What?” Adam asks coolly.

  Jesse shivers by my leg. I go on.

  “You’re the good guy of the tale, right? The guy that fights for the truth? Well, answer me this ol’ pal, how are you going to explain to the cops, or as you so put it, the authorities, that you stumbled upon, uninvited, a party that was generously hosted by Mia, an associate of the firm?” I ask him. “Even with the proof on your device, we are all still consenting adults.”

  “That doesn’t hold—”

  “But it does, chum. It does. What does the law say about trespassing on private property, Mr. Phillips?”

  Mike scoffs. “What it always says, Mr. Phillips; that we are three abled men enjoying a night of our own merry, and an intruder waltzed in. And under state law, we are bound to protect what is ours. Isn’t that right, Mr. McIntyre?”

  “Definitely so good sirs,” chimes in Simon. “If anything were to happen to our dear host, or our lovely companion, as it so unfortunately did under your cursed hand, we would be forced to take some form of action. What do you suggest, Mr. Phillips?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, guys,” I say, feeling the weight of my sword and the call for blood churning under my skin, “perhaps we should let dear Adam tell us what he would like us to do to him. After all, he is, as of this moment, breaking the law.”

  Adam’s face coils different at the realization. Good.

  “And to top it all off, ol’ pal, I have this.” I carefully get into the folds of my breast plate and pull it out proudly: the golden bracelet.

  I feel Mike and Simon’s discontentment all the way here. Jesse’s hands tighten their grip round my thighs.

  “And what’s this supposed to be?” Adam asks.

  “Well, I don’t know. It’s quite heavy. I would say a few grams of gold and sapphire went into making it. Perhaps a dollop of blood, sweat and frightful fear went into finding it. This, Adam, is what this whole evening has been about. I found it right before Jesse’s screams; doesn’t matter where,” I add, judging by the uncomfortable shuffling of weight where Simon’s and Mike’s feet are.

  “What this means, ol’ pal, is that I won,” I say. “I get to go home with my winnings. I get to be the man that tells you ‘fuck off or this night ends far worse for you than you intended for us’. There is nothing more right now that I want more than this woman you see here.”

  Jesse stifles a sob.

  “This woman right here is one that you severely harmed and almost raped. I feel as though the charges against you would have your ass inside Gilgamesh Heights for quite some time, well,” I add, “or all of your time. You did things to her, which were awful, and which I’m sure you’ve done to Mia, too. And now you get to decide what you want done to you.”

  The charge in the air suddenly shifts, and I feel the sudden warmth of power mixed with destiny.

  “What’s it gonna be, Adam?” asks Simon.

  The man gulps silently, almost hidden under the thick garb over his bodice. But still I see it, the fear. He has no idea what’s coming next, and I doubt he wants to know.

  “If I leave right now—”

  “Without your phone, and all access to the recordings you have on it or may have uploaded anywhere,” cuts in Mia, arms folded, face plain.

  Adam sighs, putting the damning phone on the counter. “I never uploaded anything. I just mirrored the feed into my personal server. Disconnecting the feed distorts the info that’s stored. It’s obsolete.”

  Mia crunches her eyes thin.

  “Okay, okay. All the details are in my email. That email, you remember?”

  “I remember,” says Mia. “Is that it?”

  “That’s it.”

  He sounds defeated.

  Good.

  “Now walk away,” says Mike.

  Alex mulls his tongue across his lower lip as he strides forward, eyes on all of us, especially my still raised, slightly lowered, sword.

  “Mia, you’re all I ever wanted,” Adam begs. “This isn’t you. It never was. Please, stop and come with me. We can do better. I can—”

  I turn my head. Mia’s flat palm is raised in the air, signaling a stop of the flowing words she was so used to sometime before, maybe years.

  “Whatever image you had of me in your mind is not my responsibility, Adam. My life is my own to live, and I’m glad I can finally tell you that and mean it,” Mia says. “Leave now.”

  “And if I call the cops and risk this entire operation?”

  “They have a ten minute response time out here in these lands,” she says without hesitation. “A lot can happen in ten minutes.”

  I feel the hate in her voice, the smear of indifference on the wall of her past. At this moment, she scares me. So, I know she scares Adam, too.

  Adam, pained and wounded, walks towards the kitchen door. Mike opens it for him. The man turns, one final gleam of hope in his eyes.

  “I won’t call the cops. I won’t tell anyone what I saw here tonight. You do you, Mia. But know this; it’s not the last you’ll see of me. I’m not someone you can ever forget, not in an infinite count of lifetimes.”

  And just like that, he is gone.

  And I now realize that it wasn’t hope I saw in his eyes.

  It was love.

  But he’s too fucked up to know how to truly love someone.

  Chapter 15

  Jesse

  As the man walks away and the door slams shut, I find the feeling clawing its way up from the middle of my tempest warming. It is more than fear. It is undecided and misplaced. I don’t know what to do with it.

  “On behalf of the Company, I wish to formally apologize,” starts Mia, her delicate and hurricane-esque composure zooming back in.

  I watch as she slowly walks to the end of the tiled marble counter, and can almost feel the thoughts fire one after the other out of her mind, down her mysterious tongue, and out of her thin, calm lips.

  “This was never meant to happen, and I assure you this will be well taken care of.”

  She gives off a scent of gentle rose and sprinkled confidence. She grabs the phone from the counter top and holds it between her open hands, gracefully stroking her clothed thighs with the back of her palms.

  She takes a misplaced strand of hair from her carefully put together bun and tucks it behind her ear. There it is: the throbbing pang of angst and uncertainty. Jeez, she’s human.

  “I will make a way to reimburse you of your wired funds. It will be considered a write-off in your accounts, a gift from us to you for causing such a—”

  “Wait, wait, wait, are you trying to call this event off?” Simon is as puzzled as I am. His skin is still smoldering, after all this even. “It hasn’t even started yet.”

  Mike’s fangs are down, his dark aperture leaning against the back wall, silent. Mia gazes back intently.

  “But of course,” she says without skipping a beat, “we’ve been compromised. This location is no longer safe, and we have to ensure your safety above all else. There will be no record of this event. You will have never been here.”

  “You recorded us, Mia,” says Simon coldly. �
�We had no idea we were being recorded.”

  “And you never were. I just made that up to scare Adam.”

  The menacing tone changes, her brow lowering with the realization that she stepped out of professionalism for a moment.

  “All of this is strictly not supposed to happen, and I am deeply sorry for it. Is everyone alright? Oh God, Jesse, are you alright?”

  She rushes to my side, carefully assessing my skin for tears or jabs. She finds the cut.

  “This needs medical attention.”

  Her hands find the side of a cutlery cabinet by my side. She thumbs a panel softly and it slides to the left, revealing a first aid kit, some cans of edibles and a pair of survival gear. She notices my quizzical glare.

  “We’ve had a few different themes before,” she says with a smile.

  She wipes my injury down and cleans it. Jerry’s hand finds my neck: he softly glosses it over with his thick hands.

  “You can lower that thing, buddy,” says Simon to him. “He’s gone.”

  “Is he?” I ask, slightly shivering.

  “He is,” says Mia assuredly.

  She puts a bandage over the cut and blows what I would only call a motherly kiss over it.

  I let my muscles relax a little.

  “You sound sure,” Mike says.

  I turn to her, wonderment and fear written all over my face for sure.

  “Alex is a creature of habit. This was not his first time coming for me in my place of business. Only this time you were here. How he found out about this place is beyond me. You followed the protocols: that I know. I’ll look into it.” She sighs, a wave of tiredness clear on her shoulders. “Will you be alright having this elsewhere, until we can resolve the security issue?”

  “Well, Mia,” starts Jerry, “you are right. This night did just get ruined. It was unexpected and I find this none of your fault,” he says to her with a smile.

  “I doubt any of us want the refund anyway.” He turns to the guys, who respond with hearty nods and cheeky, resigned smiles.

  “Despite winning, I do not think I can enjoy my prize.” He turns, lowers his back, faces me and pets my neck. “It’s enough an ordeal to make anyone recoil, even someone as brave as Jesse for facing such, and in a haunted house of all places!”

  My skin tingles at his words, as if knowing what’s to come, but not actually seeing it mentally.

  “Was there ever a contingency for when such a thing occurs?” Mike steps out of the shadow and asks jaggedly. “I assume this has happened before?”

  “Never. Perhaps an error in my judgment alone brought about the breach.” She thumbs the phone and scrolls through the screen. “I promise you that this was never intended. Please, let us make this right.”

  “Us?” I ask.

  “This,” she waves her hands around, “is not just my own doing. I am sure my benefactors have been alerted.” Her necklace made of pinch-like red rubies and purple sapphires, glow twice. There is a change in her face.

  “What was that?” I whisper.

  They all turn towards me on the floor, still clinging to Jerry for dear life. Mia purses her lips.

  “Retaliation.” She walks to the door. Mike swings it open for her. For once in all this, she smiles. “Thank you. I’ll be back shortly.”

  The heavy green door swings back shut.

  We are left alone, to our own devices. Jerry’s arm strongly grabs my underarm and lifts, no, hoists me up. I stand a head below him, still visibly shaken.

  “Would you like us to take you home?” he asks. Mike and Simon edge closer, worry clouding their strong jawlines.

  “I don’t think I want to go home.”

  “Then where—”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  They fall silent, more so Jerry than the rest, given that he’s heard my request loudest.

  “You what?”

  “I’m giving you my virginity. You won.”

  “But Jesse, right now?”

  I slide my fingers down his leather exterior, all the way across his moisturized ass and through the crack of his ass, just lightly enough to make him jolt. He smiles unsure.

  “Now, Jerry. Fuck me now.”

  I saw it in a video once online, and also when I got out of the shower in my second year of college. Nancy Pecker, my roommate, had a tuft of red hair between her legs, her best friend, eating the fuck out of her, and the fattest cock I had ever seen, her best friend’s boyfriend’s, in her mouth swapping gentle fluids with her own.

  When Adam, the man who robbed me of my night of wonder, stormed my body and rattled my cage, I felt fear unlike any I have ever known.

  That fear came with something else: adrenaline. And what my body craves for more than safety right now is being in the presence of flesh. It must be what war heroes need after a great kill; a fantastic fucking.

  Mike walks closer, his Tarzan costume ripped at the arms and his veiny arms throbbing at the sight of my sudden lift of thigh and grab of Jerry’s ass. My hero swings my other standing leg through the sling of his arm and bangs me dead on against the wall.

  God, it feels good to be had, under the control of a man who knows what he’s doing. He grinds his pelvis, his thickness against my free groin, now getting wet.

  “Buddy, that…that looks hot,” says Mike.

  I make sure his eyes are on me. I make damn sure Simon’s are as well. And when their golden eyes and heavy bodies imbued with the tan of gods and the strength of monsters watch nothing more than my body being ground to nothing more than the whims of a demigod in heat, I find Jerry’s lips and mesh them with mine. The sweet taste of his essence pumps hardcore through my veins, and I lose myself into him.

  He cracks me open and takes my inner tongue for himself, my taste buds surrendering to the sweet swooning splash of color inside his mouth. His hands fly across my torn bunny costume, fingers grasping for the free tail that hangs limply by a thread. He latches onto it and pulls, then pushes, making the fuzzy silk and cotton rain static across my soft bush.

  “Fuck,” says Simon.

  I smile and moan into Jerry’s mouth. His cock shoots hard against my cunt.

  I knew this day would finally come, when I would grant access to a worthy adversary. Jerry saved me. He saved me. He protected me.

  There is nothing more my DNA craves than his to fill me up. And I want this. Oh, God, do I want this.

  It starts with his leather straps. He lays me down on the counter top and lets me do the pulling. I fiddle with the metal clasps, taking them out and down over the other, letting gravity assist.

  They fall to the tiled ground in quiet succession. His breastplate comes next. It falls hard.

  His fingers follow, guiding themselves to the full length of my dripping cunt. His tongue works hard at keeping mine occupied, his sleek slippery pink lips gliding over mine.

  I wrap my fingers around his pants, the only piece of clothing left to disarm him completely. He adds another finger.

  “Oh!”

  My clit throbs to the tips of his heartbeat, gently caressing my inner pink folds, where no man had trodden. He should know; he’s the first to eat me out.

  His pants fall to the ground in ceaseless static, leaving a hanging, throbbing piece of meat the length of half my arm, twice the girth of Mike’s.

  “Oh,” I sigh at the sight, feeling despicable itching all across my skin, leading me to grab it and twist the throbbing pink mushroom head.

  “You like it?” he asks warmly.

  I smile.

  “Not yet, hun.”

  He moans sweetly into me as I straddle his V-line, smashing my wet pussy lips across the muff of his sharply shaven pubic hair.

  The cold beneath me means nothing more than an opportunity to heat the place up. He leans over me, his strong hairy arms gripping the marble hard. He needs no introduction, no more foreplay. I grab his wide shoulders and taste them. He slides right in.

  “Jesus Jerry! Oh fuck…oh fuck…aaah…yes
, right there love. Right there…slowly baby…oh fucking, fucking hell.”

  I feel everything: his slow ascent into heaven with the right fucking tools opening my tunnel wide open. He stops midflight, hanging over me to ascertain my screams are validly for pleasure and not for pain. I feel both. I feel it all.

  I feel his heartbeat swallow my own in deep, ecstatic desire, the crown of his jewel thrust into me with the force of an enchanted beast. I see him crave and taste his prize, his own, the thing he so badly wanted and never so coming to him, yet the thing he deserved the most. I feel him thrust all the way, all the way…all the fucking way…

  “Jerry….oh god Jerry, yes!”

  “Yeah baby, you like that cock, huh?”

  “Mmmhmm…I…I do…oh babe…”

  “It’s okay?”

  “Oh, you’re sweet. Fuck. Me.”

  The man needs no second telling. He latches his pouting lips onto my left nipple and bites hard.

  “Ah!”

  The blood flow is stopped. He lets it go. The blood flow returns. And that makes all the difference.

  “Oh Jerry…I…I think I’m cumming.”

  There is something rising so fast I barely have enough time to comprehend it. Fire spitting out of my skins pores like lave intensely curious to leave the ground, my orgasm spikes and stands time still as it rocks me side to side in clueless throes.

  My eyes feel transposed on clanging colors, and my body calms down, and it calms down to the sight of Jerry’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy still, milking the creamy ooze that drips out of my hole like there’s money for it. Black pussy for white cock…

  I suddenly am aware of Simon and Mike’s naked bodies standing right by my side, their hands furiously working on their hard standing cocks in swift twisting motions. I watch Mike’s face, twisted with tongue bitten between teeth. Simon licks his lips in desire, watching Jerry’s body glisten under the haze of a flickering kitchen light.