Taken by the Billionaire (19 page)

“You about done?” said Peter, looking up at me with a smile. The sun shining in from the balcony made his gray eyes shine beautifully and almost took my breath away.

“Almost,” I purred, and I leaned in close and kissed him on the neck. “I just have one more thing to do.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…
you
,” I whispered, and I climbed quickly over the back of the sofa, straddled him, and leaned in to kiss him.

I ran my hands down Peter’s strong, muscular chest as our lips met in a passionate kiss. I felt him take me in his arms and pull me close, holding me tightly against him as he poured out all his love into that long overdue kiss. It was as if he was trying to make up for all the things he hadn’t said—all the softer feelings he’d hidden behind his executive suit of armor—by letting me experience all of them now, at once, in that one kiss.

“God I missed you,” I whispered, panting as I tried to catch my breath, and I pushed him back against the sofa and kissed him again. He ran his hands gently up my back and sent a shiver down my spine before slowly, button by button, taking off my blouse.

Something about the precise moment when my blouse slid down my shoulders was so wondrous, so intimately desirable, that I wished it could last forever. Even the most romantic of desires couldn’t stop time forever, though, and my blouse soon found itself separated from me and tossed across the living room. Peter cupped my breasts through my red and black bra, driving me wild with desire as he lovingly fondled me and made my skin tingle with delight.

Peter’s gray shirt quickly followed my mauve blouse to the opposite side of the living room, where it joined in on clashing horribly with the wallpaper as he ran his hands through my hair.

“I want you, Sarah,” he whispered in my ear, and he planted kiss after fiery kiss down my neck and chest.

“Well… I’m all yours,” I whispered back, and I moaned in pleasure as he set my body on fire with his every touch. His hands felt
glorious
against my breasts, and I could feel my nipples grow taut against the soft fabric of my bra.

Suddenly, he grabbed me in his arms and lifted me up in the air in one swift, strong motion as he got up from the sofa. I giggled and looked over my shoulder as he carried me away from the sofa and toward the bedroom.

God, yes!
I thought in delighted anticipation. I’d missed him so much—even when I’d refused to admit it—and I wanted him more than anyone else in the world. My mind spun in circles excitedly as we approached the bed, and I cuddled up close to him in his arms and kissed him on the neck.

It didn’t matter to me that the faded, blue- and white-striped comforter on my bed was worn out and needed to be replaced, it didn’t matter that the bed was from a cheap DIY store, and it
certainly
didn’t matter that I couldn’t afford to decorate my apartment in elegant, old-world styles like Anneke. The only thing that mattered was the man gently laying me down on the bed and kissing me passionately. The center of my universe—at least in this one moment-- was slowly sliding my skirt down my legs, running his hands up my thighs and practically
sparking
with electricity as he kissed me again and again. I could feel sparks lighting up inside my body as well, and I couldn’t wait for them to smolder and catch fire!

I moaned and squirmed as one of Peter’s hands played with my breasts, switching back and forth between them as he perfectly and precisely drove me into a frenzy of desire and pleasure, while the other touched me gently on the knee and then traced an agonizingly slow path up my legs, between my legs, and explored along the elastic of my underwear. I could feel myself breaking into a sweat as he drove me up the wall with his tantalizing, torturous touch.

He knew
exactly
how to turn me on, and he was doing it exactly right.

“You’re getting wet already,” he whispered in my ear, and the longing in his voice only made me even wetter. That and his fingers tracing sexily up and down over the thin fabric of my underwear, of course. That certainly played a role in how turned on I was as well!

Peter softly, seductively ran one hand up the shoulder strap of my bra while I writhed and moaned against the touch of his fingers between my legs. First the left strap came down, then the right, and with nimble fingers, he reached behind me and unhooked my bra as I squirmed and arched my back against the bed.

He slipped my bra down my arms, but as he leaned in to kiss my bare breasts, I pushed his head aside.

“You don’t get to have
all
the fun, Peter,” I purred, and I rolled him with all my might so that he fell over on his back and I was straddled on top of him. I could feel his erection through his jeans, pressing anxiously against me as if it knew how close it was to my body.

I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, revealing those fantastic, muscular thighs of his. He still had a thing for boxer briefs, and I had little to complain about given how perfectly they showed off what my daydreams had constructed. His charcoal-gray boxers joined his jeans on the floor in one hell of a hurry. I may have had daydreams about him wearing them, but I’d had even better dreams about what they were concealing.

I ran my hands up his thighs, giving him the most ravenous, lustful gaze I could conjure up, and I got all of one light stroke in on his member before he first moaned and then suddenly flipped me over on my back and took control again.

“God, I can’t wait another second for you, Sarah!” he gasped, his eyes full of longing and pure, animal desire.

“It’ll take you at
least
a second to get my underwear off,” I teased back.

“Who says I’m going to bother taking it off?” he growled back, and he leaned down and kissed first one breast, then the other as he stroked his rock-hard erection over the tiny, sheer layer of fabric separating our bodies.

My body was trembling at his touch and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning in excitement and longing. I wanted him inside me, to be one with me, to
fuck me like an animal
! I wanted completely incompatible moods, romance and animal passion, to be in control and to be dominated. I wanted everything, but most of all, whatever I actually ended up getting, I wanted it
right now
.

I closed my eyes and panted excitedly as Peter reached down beween my legs and slid my panties to the side. I could feel the cool air against my skin, and I even though I felt bare and exposed, it was in the most wonderful of ways since I was with him now. I felt him brush against me, running up and down over my wet lips, and I trembled in anticipation.

I whimpered quietly, holding back my excitement as I felt him part my lips and slowly penetrate me. Inch… by inch… by glorious, heavenly inch… he slowly and steadily pushed into me, spread me, filled me as I could hardly imagine anyone else filling me.

He felt absolutely incredible, and it was all I could do not to either cry out in ecstasy or burst into tears of happiness. My emotions were such a tangled mess at that moment that I decided it was for the best I didn’t even try to sort them out. Whatever happened would happen, and I’d just enjoy his loving embrace as he slowly and gently stroked himself in and out of me.

His lips against mine, his hands sending waves of nonsensical icy fire radiating through my body, the beautiful, heavenly agony of him inside me… a strange mess of feelings piled up inside me, growing taller and taller, building into a sensual tower of Babel in my mind as he thrust himself into me. Animal and lover were combined in one today; he was both making sweet love to me and taking me for himself at once, fulfilling all my desires at once.

This
was what I wanted, I realized as the sudden epiphany struck me. This is where other boyfriends had failed by focusing on pure romance, and where he had almost failed before by giving in entirely to his animal passions. I wanted both—needed both—and he was meeting that need like nobody else could.

His lips met mine again, muffling my cries of ecstasy as he grabbed my wrists tightly and held me down against his strong, penetrating strokes.

I writhed against his grip as the tower started to crumble. It was collapsing down in a glorious, orgasmic earthquake that shook my brain and soul just as much as it made my body shake and shiver. I screamed out into his stifling kiss again and again as my orgasm overpowered me and squeezed the air out of my lungs.

Just as I thought I was about to pass out, Peter released my lips and let me catch my breath. I gasped and panted, my brain nearly lost in the fog of euphoria, and I felt the first pulsing, fiery warmth inside me as he came.

I closed my eyes and savored the incredible feelings racing through my body as he filled me. I felt exhausted in the best way imaginable, and when he pulled out and lay down beside me a moment later, I would have gladly spent forever laying in his arms with the blanket wrapped around us.

“God, I missed you,” I whispered, holding him close to me and cradling his head against my breasts.

“I missed you too, Sarah. I’m sorry I threw you away like I did,” he whispered back. “I was such an idiot.”

“Just a hunch, but I think you’ve been forgiven,” I said quietly, and I craned my neck down and kissed him on the top of his head. His hair was soft against my lips and tickled my nose.

“Are you really okay, Sarah?” asked Peter, snuggling up next to me and putting his arms around me. “I mean it honestly; I was horrible to you, and I want to make sure I do better from now on.”

“Just remember to treat me like I’m a person—a human being with actual feelings,” I said, gently stroking his hair, “and not your pawn, and we’ll do just fine, okay?”

“I promise. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you again,” he whispered.

I squeezed him tightly once more and then sat up.

“I love you too, but you know what I’d love even more right now? A shower. I haven’t had one in days,” I said, and I released him from my arms and hopped out of bed. The feeling of euphoria was still lingering in the back of my mind, but my body’s desires were sated. Now my body was begging for a shower.

“I’ll get dressed and be waiting for you when you get out,” he called after me as I ducked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

"T
he steaming hot water felt wonderful as it pounded against my skin. It was almost like a massage in a way, and I could almost feel the invisible slime of Sergei’s humiliation washing off of me and trickling down the drain. As clean and fresh as I felt, though, strange thoughts were beginning to fill my mind.

Peter loved me. He actually said he
loved me
! That wasn’t just a simple “oh, love ya babe” sort of statement, either. That was a straight-up “I love you,” and now my mind was running around in terrified circles as it tried to figure out what to do next.

Goddamnit, you’re acting like a teenager!
chided the rational side of my brain, ashamed of how I was agonizing over the word ‘love.’

My rational side was usually right, wasn’t it? It seemed like it made sense; once a couple got as far into a relationship as we were—saving each other from sadistic kidnappers and having torrid sex on transatlantic flights—wasn’t the love part kind of implied?

On the other hand, why would it be? Until I was kidnapped, I’d thought Peter was just using me as a pawn. Why did those three little words have to mean so much and yet clarify so little?

Was this even what I wanted? Did I actually love Peter?

Yes! Of course I did.

Well that was fast,
I thought with a giggle. The soul-searching hadn’t taken anywhere near as long as I’d thought it would.

Deep down inside, I’d already known the answer. I was madly in love with him, and there was little more to say about it now that he was coming around and showing just how much he cared about me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into the path of the falling water. The steamy shower poured down over me and my feelings all began to make sense again. By the time I got out of the shower and dried myself off, I’d put all my internal pieces back together and knew exactly what I was thinking. That didn’t happen very often, and I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

I threw on a pair of black jeans and a brown t-shirt, grabbed my overloaded blue suitcase, and headed out into the living room. Peter was sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at a the screen of a laptop sitting on my tiny coffee table.

“What are you doing?” I asked curiously, grunting as I heaved my suitcase up and onto the sofa. It bounced twice before sinking into the cushions.

“Well, now that Sergei is gone, my mother is safe,” he answered, not looking away from the screen. “I got his laptop from her, and I’m seeing if I can get into his account and reverse the bank transfer for the ransom.”

“Not even cold in the ground yet and you’re already raiding his bank account, huh?” I teased, and when he looked hurt, I added, “I was just joking! I’m sorry.”

He said nothing and instead looked back at the bank login page. I sat down beside him and burst out laughing as I realized the internet browser had auto-completed Sergei’s login information.

“Why would you
do
that? What type of idiot brother did I have?” he muttered, and he logged into the bank account.

*
Ping!
*

The laptop’s tiny speaker beeped as an e-mail arrived for Sergei as well. Apparently he had saved
all
his passwords.

“Hmm…”

Peter clicked the e-mail notification as it popped up in the bottom right corner, and the message window opened in the center of the screen.

It read,
Confirming transaction received. 16:30 as agreed.

“Who’s that one from?” I asked.

“No idea,” he answered. “The name says Mikel, but the origin address is just some fake, temporary e-mail generator. All I can tell is that it was sent through a Russian server. Our family knows
plenty
of people back home… could be anyone.”

“Oh well. Whatever,” he added, and he shrugged, closed the window, and went back to reading through the recent account transactions.