Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Alpha Males (132 page)

His eyes blazed.
 
“Don’t push me.”

She did push him then, hard on his
shoulder.
 
He grabbed her
wrist.
 
She pushed him with her free
hand and he grabbed that wrist too.

Nicole tried to break free from his grip.

She was wrestling with him now, and the
two of them rolled across the bed.
 
Nicole was using her arms and legs, scratching and kicking as Red tried
to gain control of her.
 
At first
she felt like it was all in fun, but that angry part of her seemed to blossom
as Red began to slowly win the wrestling match.

Finally, she scratched his cheek and drew
blood.

“Nicole,” he said, sitting back and
touching his cheek.
 
“What the
hell?”

She sat up.
 
“Can’t take your own medicine?”

Red’s eyes darkened and he smiled, a slow
grin.
 
“You really do want to be a
bad girl this morning.”

“I need someone to punish me and then I
need to be fucked hard,” she whispered.

“Do you, now?”

She nodded with a wild look in her eyes.

“That’s nice for you.”
 
He suddenly yawned, lay back down and turned
over onto his stomach, adjusting his pillow under his head.

Nicole watched him
uncomprehendingly.
 
“Red?”

He didn’t answer.
 
His body was a lump under the covers.

She shook his shoulder.
 
“Don’t pretend to go to sleep.
 
That’s not nice.”

Red didn’t answer.

She sighed.
 
“I’m sorry I scratched you.
 
I thought we were playing rough.”

After another minute or two of him still
not replying, Nicole began to get really angry.
 
Her stomach was twisting and churning
and she could feel her cheeks burning.
 
Why was he doing this to her now of all times?
 
Didn’t he know she needed him to be
close to her?

But his body remained still.
 
He was totally ignoring her and she felt
totally rejected.

Nicole got up, knowing how silly she was
being, and headed for the door.
 
“I
guess I’ll go downstairs.
 
Maybe
when Chef Roland gets here he can take care of me.
 
He looks like a man who can satisfy a
woman.”

Suddenly she heard Red moving behind
her.
 
When she turned he was in her
face, his eyes wide and enraged.
 
“What the hell are you talking about, Nicole?”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“What kind of shit are you pulling with
me right now?”

She folded her arms and tried to stand
her ground.
 
“I wasn’t pulling any
shit.
 
You’re the one who just went
to sleep in the middle of me trying to be close to you.”

“This isn’t that kind of game, babe.
 
I don’t play the abusive husband role.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He looked at her and his eyes
softened.
 
“I know what you’re
trying to do,” he whispered.
 
“You’re scared and hurt and sad and you think that if we inflict pain on
one another, it’s going to change things for you.”

She lifted her chin.
 
“You think you know everything about
me.”

He smiled a little.
 
“I do know everything about you.”
 
He walked closer still and put a hand under
her chin.
 
“You’re my soul
mate.
 
You’re my
everything—more important to me than anything else in this world.
 
You, Nicole.”

She wanted to cry now.
 
She wanted to hit something.
 
She broke down in tears, literally
sinking to the floor.
 
“It wasn’t supposed
to be this way,” she said.
 
She
could barely understand herself, talking through all of these tears.

Red was holding her now, cradling her on
the floor of their bedroom.
 
She was
a limp rag doll in his arms.
 
“I
know,” he whispered.
 
“I hurt too.”

“I’m sorry I’m so weak.”

“You’re the strongest person I know,
Nicole.”

She pressed her face into his chest.
 
“I’m sorry I scratched your face.
 
It was an accident.”

“It’s okay.”

“Nothing feels okay right now.”

“I know.
 
I know.
 
But it is.”
 
He rocked her slowly back and forth and
stroked her hair and she cried and cried some more until there were no tears
left inside.
 
Of course, she knew
there were more tears.
 
She’d felt
cried out plenty of times in the last few days but there were always more.

She wiped them away with the back of her
hand and sniffled, sitting up.
 
“I
don’t deserve you.
 
You’re perfect
and amazing.”

Red just laughed.
 
“Stop talking shit.”

She grinned back at him, maybe the first
real smile she’d had in days.
 
“You
know I don’t have a thing for Chef Roland.”

“I didn’t think so.”
 
His smile faded and he became more
serious.
 
“I never want to say
things just to hurt each other, though.
 
We need to be better than that.”

Nicole nodded.
 
“Agreed.
 
That was a low blow.
 
I feel like I’ve gone a little bit crazy
lately.”

“We all go crazy sometimes.
 
But remember I love you with all of my
heart and I’m on your side.
 
We both
lost our baby.”

“I just want to go back to how it was.”

And then Red was kissing her on the lips,
and she was responding.
 
Her entire
body was responding to him.
 
His
hands caressed her bare thighs, up her stomach, fondling her breasts.

His tongue pressed into her mouth,
searching.

Nicole arched her hips into him.
 
She was without panties and slick with
desire.
 
Red’s lips moved from her
mouth to her neck, and then down to her breasts as his hand cupped her bare
pussy.

She arched into him again, moving herself
back and forth on his hand.
 
He
gently slid a finger into her.
 
She
cried out with relief.

Yes.
 
This is what I need.

His finger withdrew and then she rocked
her hips into him again and the finger plunged inside of her moist hole,
pushing through her folds.

His tongue licked her nipples through her
lacy bra as his finger continued to plunge and retreat, plunge and retreat in time
with Nicole’s hip movement.

Her entire entrance was slick with her
own juices and ready for his manhood.
 
But Nicole knew that as badly as she wanted him right now, he would take
his time the way he always had.

This drove her slightly mad, but now it was
in a good way.

She smiled as his hand worked its magic
on her.
 
“Oh, God.
 
I want to come so badly.”

“Don’t do that,” he rasped.
 
“Don’t come until I tell you to come.”

“But it feels so good.”
 
Her hips pounded against his strong hand
as his finger rhythmically slapped her clitoris and entered her.

“You’ve been a very bad girl and you need
to start listening again,” he warned.

“Yes, I want to be good.
 
I want to listen.”

“Then don’t come until I say so.”

“But I’m so close.”
 
Her breath was coming in gasps as bursts
of electric heat spun up from her hips and into her stomach and breasts.

He kissed her neck again.
 
His other hand massaged her breasts and
slowly pulled them free from her bra.
 
Now her nipples poked out into the cool air.
 
Red began sucking them as his finger
worked her delicate lower space.

Nicole’s legs shook as they always did
when she was getting close to release.

Her breasts were so tender, so sensitive,
and his tongue and lips were making the nipples moist and erect.

“I can’t…I can’t take it,” she cried.

Red slid down, kissing her belly, and
then down past that to where she was waiting, wet and open for him.
 
Between her legs, he licked and sucked.

Her clitoris was so swollen with desire
that his tongue easily found it, flicking it over and over again.

Nicole screamed now, the cords in her
neck stood out.

“Please, tell me I can come,” she
said.
 
She was sweating.
 
“Please, Red.
 
Please.”

But he wouldn’t give her permission.
 
He was enjoying her torture.
 
His lips sucked her folds, and then his
tongue worked its way inside her.
 
Now Red’s hands held her hips and pulled her body closer to him as he
continued his exquisite torture.

“I can’t stop,” she said.
 
Her body was climaxing of its own
accord.
 
Her entrance was
contracting with need and want, tightening, ready to release everything.
 
She’d never been this wet.
 
Or maybe she was always this wet with
him—she didn’t know anymore.

Nicole was losing herself.

Suddenly, he drew up and took himself out
of his boxers.
 

“Finally,” she yelled, with relief.

He chuckled.
 
“Put your mouth on me,” he commanded.

Gratefully, she rose up on her elbows as
he hovered over her on his knees, one hand pressed to the ground for
balance.
 
She took his full erection
into her mouth, cradling his balls in her hand and sucking him all the way
down.
 

Red moaned softly.

Nicole enjoyed giving him this pleasure,
knowing how much he wanted her.
 
Knowing that he was having trouble resisting the urge to climax now,
just as she had a moment before.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft, and
then she pulled her head back and sucked only the head of his cock, her lips
suctioned tightly to it.

Now she began bobbing up and down, her
mouth more quickly sliding across the length of him, the sounds of her lips and
the wetness from her saliva creating a sucking sound.
 

“Okay, slow down,” he told her.
 
“Slow down or I’m going to come.”

She sped up, not wanting to listen.
 
She was hungry for him.
 
She wanted him to come in her mouth.

And he wanted to as well.
 
She almost had him—almost had
taken him to a place where he’d lost his control.
 
And for some reason Nicole wanted to do
this—wanted to make him so crazy that he forgot his need to always be in
power.

He was so close.
 
She could feel it.
 
She moved faster.
 
Her hand was stroking his shaft
simultaneously as she sucked him off.

“Nicole—“

And then he’d pulled out of her
mouth.
 
She stared up at him with
wounded eyes.

“But I want it,” she whined.

“Turn over,” he said.

She did so, again pouting.
 
She needed to come so badly, she could
scream.

Red took the head of his penis and placed
it against her anus and slowly rubbed the tip of it around, sending a shockwave
of pleasure through her.
 
His body
pressed against her from behind, pressed her into the floor with his weight on
her back.
 

He slid one hand under her breasts and
the other against her bare pussy, stroking it now, finding her clit as his
penis slid between her butt cheeks.

She was nothing but wet—juices
everywhere.

“You need to be broken in,” he
hissed.
 
“You’re too wild.”

“I do.
 
I need to be broken in and fucked hard.”

He slid inside her ass with one quick
motion, surprising her.
 
He pumped
into her, stroking her pussy and fondling her nipples as his mouth sucked the
back of her neck, her earlobe.