Dangerous Secrets: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Dangerous Desires Book 3)

Dangerous Secrets

Dangerous Desires

Book Three

An Alpha Billionaire Romance

By Kira Matthison

- Catriona -

Dominick’s apartment was elegant and spare, hardwood floors immaculate, a fireplace with a stone hearth, brown leather sofas adding the only touch of comfort I could see. A wooden sideboard held decanters, liquid shining burnished gold in the light; scotch, I guessed, and perhaps brandy, ready to be poured into the crystal glasses set out on a tray.

I would have expected no less from one of the richest men in the world, but it was one thing to expect it and another to see it. As I walked down the hallway, trying not to let my face betray how overwhelmed I felt—his cast iron doorstops probably cost more than my entire outfit—I learned another feature of his apartment: with so much hardwood and stone, noise carried perfectly.

Dominick had lived here long enough to know that, and he stepped into the hallway for his conversation, shutting the door behind him. The voices dropped to an indistinct murmur, but I had heard what I needed to:

Dominick.

Sebastian. What a surprise.

- Dominick -

My pulse was pounding as I made my way down the hallway. I had begun to suspect Hayes’s plan was to bring Sebastian back into the picture—but I had not anticipated that he would be able to pull it off so quickly. That he had accomplished it by now meant that someone at Ellison Corp was answering to him. I needed to find out who.

My fingers closed into a fist and I tried to slow my breath. The sight of Sebastian brought back more than I cared to remember. His mocking smile, the same blue eyes I saw staring back at myself every day in the mirror. There was a touch of fear there now, however; he remembered what I had done. I allowed a faint smile to touch my lips.

I stopped as I came in the door of my bedroom. Catriona was framed in the window, a shadow against the lights of the city; in the dim light, only her hair showed a touch of color. Red, gleaming, it covered her shoulders in a fall of curls that I could just imagine tumbling over her breasts as she rode me. My fingers clenched again, but this time with the urge to tangle in her hair, wrench her against me.

She turned when she heard me. She was trying to be composed, but her face was worried. Had she heard? I remembered closing the door behind me. She would have heard none of the facts, and that was good. My breath came shorter. If she knew all of what had happened six years ago...

I waited.

“I heard you say ‘Sebastian,’” she admitted finally.

“Yes.” My gaze traveled over those full lips, down over the curves of her body. I could see black rope against that pale skin, her eyes wide as she tested the bonds. Not tonight, not yet. She wasn’t ready.

“Are you all right?” Her voice called me back to reality.

I smiled bitterly. There was no answer to that question—none that she could understand, at least. I watched as she crossed the room to me, her eyes searching mine. She wanted to offer comfort, and I needed it. But she didn’t know me yet—where she would try kind words, I needed more. More of her. All of her.

After tonight, she would know what I required of her. At the thought of her learning to obey, on her knees and looking up at me, I growled. My fingers were tangled in her hair, dragging her head back for my kiss as I pulled her up against me.

“But—”

“Quiet.” My mouth came down on hers again, tongue thrusting into her mouth. Her perfect tits were close to spilling out of the low neckline of her shirt. “From now on, you wear this for no one but me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her answer was a gasp, her brown eyes locked on mine. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” I gave a smile at the sound of the title, and parted her lips for one more kiss, leaving her gasping when I released her at last. “Strip.”

“I…” But she did not finish the protest. Her fingers were trembling on the buttons of her shirt, opening it to reveal a black lace bra against that pale skin. She let the shirt drop behind her and unzipped her skirt. There was a moment of hesitation, the thought of defying me. My eyes blazed into hers, reminding her why she was here, and the swallowed before looking down and slipping the skirt down onto the floor.

She stood there, pale skin against black lace, a flush rising in her cheeks. She could not meet my eyes anymore, and she drew in her breath sharply as I approached her. When I touched my fingers to her cheek, she turned her face into my palm, eyes drifting closed.

“Catriona.”

Her eyes came open, met mine. “Yes?”

“I said to strip.” My voice was soft, but there was a command there. “I’m going to go get something. For you. When I come back…I expect you to be naked.” I pulled her close, breathing the words. “You need to learn to obey me completely.”

I left her without another word, cock so hard that it took all my self-control not to go back in there and push her down on the bed. She wasn’t going to get off nearly so easily as that. By the time I came in that wet little pussy, she was going to have been begging me for hours. Tomorrow, she would be sore enough that she would remember me every time she moved. Remembering that I could take her whenever I wanted, as hard as I wanted.

She was naked when I returned. I pulled her close for a kiss, savoring the feel of her body pressed against me.

“On your knees.”

She obeyed without hesitation, fingers undoing my pants and pulling my cock free. I drew in my breath as her fingers stroked along the skin, and then she took me in her mouth and I let out my breath in a sigh. God, I needed this. I needed that clever little tongue circling around the tip and lavishing my cock in long strokes. I needed her perfect lips leaving the color of her lipstick as a reminder.

She wasn’t well-practiced at this, but she had me on the edge in seconds. She was curious, flicking her tongue out and listening to the harsh sound of my breath. She was learning what I liked, eager to please, and the little sounds she made as she tried to take me deeper made me want to grip the back of her head and force her to take everything. I felt my fingers tangle in her hair, and she paused to look up at me, eyes worried.

“I can’t…take all of you yet.”

“You’ll learn.” It was a command. “You want to learn, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” My voice was rough. “Now keep going.”

She moaned slightly as she took me back in her mouth, head moving, lips and tongue working on my cock with every little trick she’d just learned, and she drew me back to the edge in what felt like seconds. I came in a rush, spurting into her mouth, shuddering with pleasure as I felt her throat work, swallowing eagerly. When I drew her head back at last, her tongue flicked out to catch a drop that had landed on her lips.

“
Very
good.” I kept her kneeling there, gazing down into her brown eyes. “Are you ready to begin your training now, Catriona?”

“Yes, sir.”

“On the bed.” I released her and she stumbled as she obeyed, unsteady after kneeling on the floor. I pushed her down, taking a moment to savor the sight of her against the black sheets, and then I turned her over, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the black silk rope, and she craned her head to watch me as I lashed her hands in place against the headboard. Her eyes followed me, her lower lip caught in her teeth, as I took off my tie and my cufflinks. I stripped the suit jacket off, throwing it over the back of my desk chair, and unbuttoned my shirt slowly, deliberately. I could not take my eyes off the fuckable beauty tied to my bed. She was entirely at my mercy now and she knew it; the touch of apprehension in her eyes was making my cock stir again already.

I could be patient, I promised myself. I had all night.

“What are you…” Her voice trailed off, and then she gathered her courage. “What are you going to do?”

“Ask you some questions.” I smiled at her, watching the sudden alertness in her face. She was certainly hiding something from me. But what was it? I nudged her thighs apart and trailed the backs of my fingers up one leg, looking her in the eyes as I bent to kiss the skin there. “Is your name really Catriona Wright?”

“Yes.” Her voice came out breathless, the too-quick tone of relief. Not the right question, then. I paused my mouth’s movement on her skin and looked at her until she remembered. “Yes, sir.”

I did not answer as I pushed her legs farther aside and lowered my head between them. The little cluster of red-gold curls only highlighted how pale her skin was. When my lips first touched her, her back arched. I parted her with my tongue, and when she moaned, I slipped my fingers inside her as well. I slid them in and out slowly, groaning to feel how wet she was for me. I had seen enough false obedience to know true submission when I saw it.

This. This was what had been missing from my life. I thrust my fingers deep as I licked her, savoring that perfect taste. She was made for me, and I had no intentions of letting her believe anything else. I smiled when her hips began to move, asking me for more even while she pressed her lips together to keep the words back.

“How long do you think you can hold out?” I kept my voice low, parting her with three fingers and smiling when she gasped. “I
will
make you beg.”

I lifted my head in time to see the flare of defiance in her eyes, and it set my blood on fire. She wanted this—oh, she wanted it—but she was determined not to blindly sign her obedience over. She would give herself only to the man who could truly command her.

And I would, but first…first, I had to know one thing.

I lowered my mouth back to her pussy, licking and kissing until she could no longer control her moans. The rope was taut, but I knew she didn’t even feel the pressure of it on her skin. She only wanted more, more of my fingers, more of my cock. I could hear the faint whisper of her voice, the words she was trying to keep back:

“Please, please, please…”

I drew back, breathing hard, and she arched. When her eyes came open, there was a plea there. She was gone, beyond caring how much she wanted me.

“
Please
,” she whispered. Her hips moved against the covers.

“Did Hayes send you?” My voice was cold. I stared her down.

“No!” Her eyes were wide. “Dominick—”

“You call me sir. Was it Sebastian? Did he send you?”

“No!” She shook her head, unable to stop the motion. “No, I swear.”

And it was true. Which meant… I turned my head away.

“Dominick—sir—
please.
” She was whimpering. “I’m—I want to be yours. Please believe me. I’m not from Hayes, he didn’t send me. I’ve never met him. I’ve never met Sebastian. Please, Dominick.”

I looked back at her, and she fell silent.

“Then what are you hiding?” I let my fingers drift between her legs, parting her, offering the lightest touch. The moment she moved her hips, begging for more, I slipped my fingers inside an inch. “Tell me, and I’ll give you everything.”

“Please fuck me.” Her eyes had drifted closed at my touch. “I need you to fuck me.”

“And I will fuck you,” I promised. “I’ll fuck you hard, Catriona. Would you like that?”

“Yes!”

“You were made to take my cock.” My voice was low. God, I wanted her. “You know that. So what are you hiding?”

“I’m not theirs,” she whispered. “I’m not. Dominick, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“You swear it?”

“I swear it!”

I broke, pushing her legs apart and sheathing myself in her in one stroke. She cried out, arching at the feel of me. She was close to coming already, I could feel her clenching around me.

“I’ll let you have your secret for now.” I thrust into her again, listening to her whimper. “But I’m going to get the truth out of you one day, Catriona. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She lifted her head, offering me her mouth. “But—”

“But what?” I drove into her.

“Harder.” A breath, a plea. “As hard as you want.”

She was mine, and she knew it. I took her until she was screaming,
yes
and
please
and
Dominick
and
more
tumbling out of her mouth with no thought and no volition. She was begging for this with her body and her lips, her mouth urgent on mine, her hips welcoming every thrust. She was sopping wet, pulling her wrists against the rope and gasping at the restraint.

“Are you going to come for me?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes—please!”

“Beg me for it.”

“May I come, sir? Please? I need to come.”

“Why is that?”

“Your cock feels so good.” She was whimpering, biting her lip at saying the words aloud. “Please, I need to. I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

Those words, that voice, that tight little pussy. I came so hard my vision went dark, driving into her so hard I worried I would hurt her. It took everything to hold myself back; my hands were white-knuckled where they were tangled in the sheets.

“
Come.
” The command came out through gritted teeth.

And she did, with a little cry, spasming around me and drawing me back over the edge. Her ankles locked around my waist, drawing me deeper, taking everything without reserve, and I could feel nothing but satisfaction, hear nothing but her voice whispering,

“Yes, yes, oh, God, yes.”

When I came back to reality, my chest was still heaving. She turned her cheek against me, eyes still closed, offering her mouth for kisses. She clenched around me, spent and still lost in contentment. It was only when I held my mouth away from hers that she opened her eyes, and when I began to pull away, she gave a little sound of disappointment.

“Not yet.”

I dropped a kiss on her lips, smiling. “We have to get you out of that rope.”

“Hmm? Oh.” She looked up at her wrists, flexing her fingers. When I untied the rope, massaging the skin of her wrists gently, she bit her lip. “Did I…” She pushed herself up on her elbows, and I saw reason return—and embarrassment. “Were you…happy? Did I do well?”

“Perfectly.” I held her eyes, brushing her hair away from her face and drawing close for a kiss before drawing the covers over her.