Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(20)
He kissed her passionately on the lips, branding her as his property. “Woman, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Without warning, he forced his cock deep inside her with one savage thrust, causing her mouth to fall open with a breathy sigh of delight.
“Oh, dear God.”
Feeling like he owned the world and everything in it, he started impaling her, slowly to begin with, but building the pace with each breath that he took. “Oh, yeah, you’re beautiful all right, but understand this, you will never make the mistake of stealing from me again.”
Kendall’s eyes opened for the briefest of moments, releasing a sliver of blue before her beautiful long lashes swept closed again. “Yes. Yes, I understand, and I’m sorry.”
“But not sorry enough. Sorry just doesn’t cut it.”
“No. No, you’re right. I can never be sorry enough.”
He was enjoying this, and so was she, and as his possession and ownership of her silky body continued, he pumped harder and faster inside her tight wet pussy. It pleased his ego that she responded, wrapping her legs tightly around him as they became entwined, both physically and emotionally.
Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back inside her with a force that made the breath hiss from her lungs and a whimper escape her lips. “Oh, my, God.”
Her tight, velvet sheath gripped then released, then gripped his cock again, even more possessively now, letting him know she was into his domination as much as he was. The whole sensory experience began to overload the pleasure centers located deep within his brain, and it felt so fucking right being buried to the hilt inside this exquisite creature.
He growled in her ear. “You will make yourself available to me, every minute of every day. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Because I may need to punish you further for your dishonesty.”
“Yes.”
“I may decide to spank your bare butt until it turns a perfect shade of crimson.”
“Yes.”
“Or even take you up the ass.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Or flog you for your betrayal of my trust. Flog you until you beg for my mercy.”
“Oh, God, yes.”
Intoxicated by the purely sexual feelings that invaded his body and mind, he looked down and watched those wonderful blue eyes slide sexily open. They stared right back at him, displaying a reinforcement of the connection they now shared, and he knew she was close to letting go.
Stealing his money had angered him, but now she bewitched him.
“I’ll tie you to my bed until I’ve had my fill of you. And I’ll fuck your body in any position I choose. You’ll have no say in the matter. The decision will be mine, and mine alone.”
“Oh, God, yes, yes, you bastard.”
Mac felt her pussy clench his prick even tighter this time, and her long, perfectly manicured fingernails dug painfully into his hands, which still held hers prisoner. Stunned by her sheer overwhelming beauty, he watched entranced as she came, then came again, writhing and bucking beneath him on his desk.
Overwhelmed by his emotional and physical response to this sexy thief, he felt his balls tighten, and unable and unwilling to hold back any longer, he reared up, releasing an animalistic growl of pure pleasure as he climaxed with an intensity that bordered on the violent.
Stunned and elated, he lay over her, trying to catch his breath, enjoying the way their body heat mingled sexily together. Mac had difficulty trying to analyze exactly how he felt about this intriguing woman. Sure, he’d wanted sex, demanded it even, and why the hell shouldn’t he? Jesus Christ, the lady had stolen a million bucks from him, and it wasn’t in his nature to look the other way. But the deeper emotional connection he now felt surprised, and truth be known, unnerved him. This wasn’t part of the script. Not the one he’d penned anyway. Their ten days together was simply to purge himself of the undeniable physical attraction he felt for Kendall. Their time together was meant to be just fucking and nothing more than that. Only now, as she opened those incredible blue eyes once again, he realized she touched his life on so many different levels.
Chapter Six
Four hours later
“Thanks, Candy. You’ve been reading my mind again. That’s just what I need.”
“You’re real welcome, Mr. Buchanan. I aim to please.”
Mac took the glass of bourbon and napkin from the small tray the pretty stewardess held attentively in her hand. Taking a sizeable swallow, he enjoyed the way the amber liquid warmed the roof of his mouth before caressing his throat on the way down. Since leaving New York’s La Guardia airport, they’d been in the air for more than an hour now, but during that time, not a single tremor of turbulence had penetrated the fuselage of his private Learjet. The seventeen-million-dollar plane had been a gift to himself for his thirty-fifth birthday. Business had been exceptionally good that year, and he’d just taken ownership and control of the Philadelphia Bugle. So, he’d decided to treat himself. Besides, Buchanan Enterprises employed a team of smart accountants, so most of the apparent extravagance could be written off against tax.