ROMANCE: The French Billionaire (A Dark New Adult Billionaire Romance) (Billionaire Romance,Contemporary Romance,Untamed Billionaire,Short Stories) (4 page)

That night, Reynard and Emily settled down on the couch to watch a silly television program. She kissed his cheek. “I’m so glad you’re not a criminal.”

“My dear, I’m glad you added that magnificent gun to your ensemble.”

She turned to her side, facing him and moved her leg between his. She snuggled into his chest. She found the TV remote and turned it off. “What shall we do now?”

“Now that the police interviews are in the past, now that Alain and the newly calm Mignon have gone to their own bed, now that we are alone on a soft couch with only a few articles of clothing between us? I have no idea. What do you suggest?”

“Did Alain tell you that he and Mignon are getting married?”

“Yes. His tactic of pushing past her fears worked very well.” He bent over and kissed her. “Shall I do that with you?”

“It seems a waste of energy. If you love me, you can have me right now, with my cooperation.”

He paused. “Yes. I haven’t said the words. I love you.” He kissed her. “Do you not want the marriage vows first? It would make you more secure in your future.”

She slid on top of him. She sat on his legs with her legs outside of his. She took off her blouse.

Emily said, “This is ruined. I hadn’t looked at it before.”

Outside their mansion, Manuel Aliva crept through the bushes. He’d looked forward to a significant payday after the aborted trip to the Caribbean. He resented the loss and the loss of his boss who, he knew, was giving him up to the police. He needed someone to kill to relieve his frustration. He crept to a ground floor window. He saw the woman sitting on the man’s lap with her blouse off. He was a big fan of men’s magazines. The woman had the figure he liked; full and smooth and with the kind of curves that made his palms itch. He took out a big gun and attached a silencer to the end of the barrel.

Emily held up her blouse. She poked a finger through the hole. Besides the hole, the fabric showed powder burns and smelled of gun smoke. She said, “It had to be one of my best.”

She glanced down at Reynard to find him with his hands raised. “I surrender. You may do what you will to my body, but you will never get my heart.” He looked at the pistol in her holster.

Emily unhooked and unwrapped the holster from around her rib cage and set it aside. She put his hands on her perfect, generous breasts and held them there. She said, with knowing complacency, “Reynard, I have weapons that make that gun look like a cap pistol.”

Reynard nodded. “I know. I hold two of them now.” He gave the soft mounds held captive in his hands a squeeze. He was too impressed to make jokes. “Would you remove you brassiere, please. I want to hold you without anything between my hands and your skin.”

He surprised her. While she was unhooking her bra, he slid his hands under her skirt and up her legs. Her eyes went wide and she gasped. “I love it when you touch my bare skin. That feels so good.”

He caressed her legs and looked at her breasts. He told her, “I’m going to ask you to marry me tomorrow. Will you say ‘yes’?”

She put her hands behind his head and leaned forward to let him kiss her breasts. “Why don’t you ask me now?”

In between little kisses and small sucking movements, he said, “Because we will have daughters. They will ask you how I proposed. Was I romantic? Did I make it special, bring you flowers and dance with you? I don’t want you to have to tell them that we had just captured a criminal and decided to make love on the couch in front of the television set on which was running a regrettable episode of Gilligan’s Island. You must have a proper tale to tell them. I want my daughters to think of me as a sensitive man.”

He stopped talking and worked hard on her left nipple. She groaned. He ran his hand down her tummy inside her panties until he held her fragrant garden. He slid one finger inside her sheath and pressed the back of his thumb against her little button. She threw her head back and groaned louder. She managed to say, “Don’t forget.”

He said, “I won’t” as he tilted her over on her back on the couch. He took his hands and her panties out from under her skirt. He stood up and started taking off his clothes. He stopped to flip her skirt up to her waist. “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you. That means more to me than you know.” She rubbed her tummy and the inside of her thighs with her hands.

Manuel had a perfect view. His window looked into the room from below the couch. He could see between Emily’s legs. He had to move quickly. He would kill Reynard then quickly cover the woman with his pistol. He had to threaten her enough to make her keep silent. Then he could take her as he wished.

Emily saw Reynard’s erection and sat up. “You’re wonderful. So big. Come over here. Your magnificent cock needs my attention.” Reynard stood between her knees while she took him in her mouth and sucked. She added her hands along the shaft of his cock.

Reynard gave her a gentle push on the forehead. She leaned against the back of the couch and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. She said, “Turn about is fair play. I need to be kissed.”

Reynard dropped to his knees and buried his nose in her private garden. She was as wet as a swamp. Her aroma drifted up to Reynard, went through his nose and into his soul.

He spent time stimulating the expressive, intricate tissues in her pussy. She moaned and her hips bucked against him. She dropped flat on the couch and opened her legs. Reynard moved between them and lowered himself.

Manuel nodded to himself. He whispered, “Now.”

Another voice, a feminine voice, whispered, “No. Not now. Not ever.” Manuel felt the steel of a gun barrel press against his head. A woman’s arm slid down his and took the gun out of his hand. He felt a hand on his collar pulling him away from the window. The voice said, “No noise. Let the lovebirds have their privacy. They deserve it.”

Reynard put the head of his cock into the entrance of Emily’s sheath and pushed. She was wide and wet, and it took little effort to penetrate completely.

They rested for a moment. Reynard said, “May I ask you a personal question?”

Emily blushed. “You couldn’t be more personal with me that you are right now. Go ahead.”

“When was your last monthly cycle?”

“It ended two weeks ago. Yes. I am fertile. I know you aren’t wearing a condom.” She kissed him. “I would love to have your baby, even if we start it before we get married.”

“Good, because you feel wonderful inside.”

Reynard led her to her orgasm and waited while she humped and writhed and twisted. When she’d come out the other end, he said, “I will now put my semen inside you. Let us both hope for a child.”

Emily said, “Oh yes. That would be so wonderful. Go ahead.”

Reynard plunged and withdrew energetically for thirty seconds then pressed his hips against hers until he was completely buried inside her. He pumped his semen into her waiting sheath.

When he was done, he floated down on her. She felt his weight press her down into the couch gradually. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Welcome home, Reynard. Your family is glad to see you.”

The End

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Taken By The Billionaire

Vampire  Romance

By: Lisa Cartwright

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Allen couldn’t help but to sigh a little as he made his way to the penthouse. He knew that traveling was something he usually enjoyed, but today he just wasn’t feeling it. He didn’t care that there were men and women already falling at his feet or that the view was fantastic as always. All he could do was sigh. He was tired of the same old routine, and he was hungry.

I’ll have to go hunting tonight.
He thought to himself, but even that seemed unappealing. He sighed to himself before he caught sight of the girl that was walking beside him. Emily was none the wiser as Allen started to look at her. His eyes drifted to see what she was doing as he took in her form. She was apologizing to a guest down the hall, and yet for some reason Allen found her stunning.

He couldn’t help but to grin to himself, shaking his head as if to ignore the fact that everything about her seemed to sing to him. Her very blood made his fangs want to come out and pierce her flesh as he made her moan underneath him.

Allen had to force himself to shake away the thoughts. He sighed a little as he leaned against the door, watching her. Many men would pretend to be having trouble with their keycard, but he felt no shame staring at her. His gaze refused to waiver as he took in every inch of her curvy form.

She had curves that seemed to delight him. Her ample breasts and hips were enough to make him want to take her in his arms, and suddenly for Allen hunting seemed to be one of the best things he could think to do, but with the sun still up it wasn’t time.
Not even in these hallways.
He mused. Allen did hate being on a day schedule, but when caring for his fortune business calls could not be made during the night.

Much to his dismay. He sighed as she looked at him, and he caught her amber gaze. He winked at her, and for just a moment Emily felt her heart stop in a way. There was something about the man that made her stutter over her words before she apologized one more time.

He decided that he had stared long enough, and her uniform told him that she certainly did work at the hotel. It was all the information he needed.
I’ll find you later.
He thought, as his gaze met hers one more time. She blushed, and soon enough she started to walk away as he disappeared into his room.

“It’s not too bad.” Allen ended up saying to himself. The colors weren’t to his liking, but green would just have to do.

At least it’s forest
. He thought. The last thing he wanted was some neon or lime green to be dealing with. His hands raked over the sheets, seeming semi satisfied with the quality, and he couldn’t help but to chuckle to himself thinking that whoever he did end up taking back would most likely think of them as luxurious.
If only they knew.
His house was full of so much more luxury than this, and it was something that he quite enjoyed.

Allen looked around the room until his eyes landed on his cooler and he put in the passcode. After the last incident of someone sneaking in to see what he was doing, he didn’t want to deal with anyone else finding out about the contents of it. With a click, Allen reached in to find the blood bag. He sighed to himself contently right before his fangs pierced the sleek plastic, drinking deeply.

It took him only a moment to drink the bag dry, and he felt sated for a little while longer. He smiled to himself as he looked around, checking his accounts on his phone. His mind was far from business, though. All he could think about was hunting and finding out about the amber eyed girl that he had just seen. He smiled a little, and he started to lock the ice chest again, knowing that it would be a disaster if someone had seen.

For now, he started to lay down on the bed after putting his phone on loud to wake him up, knowing that after so much exposure to the sun he should sleep. Trying to get comfortable on the sheets, he couldn’t seem to. Despite his tiredness he was restless in a way that he had yet to be in a while. So instead, Allen ran his fingers through his hair one more time before going to the shower, which he was pleased to see could be steam or jet.

He started to unbutton his dark black silk shirt, and slowly it slipped to the floor exposing his toned, pale chest. He could distinctly remember the last girl running her fingers over the smooth, marble like surface before he helped her up from her knees so that he could bite into her. It had been too long since he had more than a blood bag, and he chuckled, finally stepping into the shower and putting the water on high.

The jets massaged his aching muscles, but every time he closed his eyes he could see the girl and his cock twitched at the thought of having her under him. His hand traveled to wrap around it, but he stopped himself.
I’m better than that.
He said with nearly a growl, and that’s when he decided that he’d have her. No matter what.