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By:Alexx Andria




 

He'd traveled the world, making his own way, while his brothers swam in  corporate waters. He'd never wanted to be a suit-wearing stiff, but  granted, he could've handled things between himself and his overbearing  father with a bit more tact. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, he probably  shouldn't have told the old man to "go fuck yourself" when the big  stand-off had gone down all those years ago. But Dillon had never been  good at taking orders, even if there were dire consequences attached to  his refusal.

He and the old man had never patched things up - a private regret he  carried - but when he realized it was time to stop being a wanderer and  put down some roots, those little fuckers had maneuvered him right out  of the family estate for good. Granddad, bless his dotty heart,  certainly hadn't realized what he'd been signing and Vince and Nolan had  taken full advantage of that fact.

But Vince and Nolan didn't know who he'd become over the years. No  longer the brash and angry youth they remembered, Dillon was as cold and  calculating as the most dangerous corporate shark and Dillon wanted  what had been taken from him.

The bonus, of course, was that Dillon was going to enjoy teaching his  little brothers the value of never underestimating their opponent. They  made a grave misstep in assuming that Dillon hadn't changed over the  years, that he wouldn't notice their underhanded shenanigans until it  was too late. Unbeknownst to them, Dillon had been quietly building his  own empire, separate from the Buchanan stronghold, as well as keeping on  an eye on Vince and Nolan's every move. He knew their dirty secrets,  their private escapades. Yet, they were completely in the dark about  him. Laziness and arrogance, Dillon smirked. Two qualities that made  easy bedmates but disastrous partners. Well, well little brothers … time  to learn the most valuable lesson of all: never underestimate your  opponent and always, always guard your investments.

Dillon's smile spread as he left the apartment.

Penny McDaniels would be his first acquisition from Buchanan Enterprises.

A laugh rumbled from his chest. Oh, Miss McDaniels … you have no idea that soon … you will belong to me.



Dillon is up to no good - or is he? Maybe everything isn't as it seems.  When Penny finds herself pulled in three separate directions, she  doesn't know if she should listen to her heart or her head. One thing is  for certain, in the glittering world of the ultra rich, it's dangerous  to take anything at face value - even the appearance of love.



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He tossed me to the bed and I landed with a soft oomph on the pillowy,  dense comforter and I giggled as he pulled my panties off with his  teeth. At that moment I was glad I'd slept in a nightshirt only, not  that it would've mattered, right? Dream clothes probably just faded like  mist in the dreamscape. I was impressed with my own attention to  detail. Of course, I'd always been accused of being a bit of a control  freak, or Type A as they called it. So it stood to reason that-"Ohhh!" I  gasped in shock as he plunged his cock deep inside me without warning.  My pussy lips stretched around that huge cock almost painfully and it  felt as if he were about to pop out through my throat. I felt stuffed to  the gills with man meat like never before. "Oh God," I breathed, my  nipples pebbling into hard points, begging to be sucked as he pushed  himself deeper still into my throbbing body. This felt incredibly … real.  Even down to the rhythmic pulses deep within my channel as he rubbed the  head of his cock against my G-spot, teasing and coaxing it into ringing  my bell. I groaned, loud and desperate, as he thrust into my hot and  greedy core, almost impossibly large and domineering as he worked my  body, lifting my hips and tossing my legs over his beefy shoulders. I  cried out as he pinched my nipples and then nearly bent me in half with  his big body, shoving into me hard as his balls slapped against my ass.

"Nice and tight little pussy," he said in approval as he grunted with each thrust. "So good! Arrrghhh! I love a good fuck!"

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a flush stole over my body at  the first sizzle of a spark tingling through my body, tightening my  muscles as I tumbled helplessly into an orgasm that took my breath away.  Everything clenched inside me until I was gasping, almost crying, from  the intensity. It took several moments before I could speak and I  realized with a start that I was still in the dream - or more  specifically - someone was still inside me!

"Not bad for a dead guy, eh?" he said, swiveling his hips with a  lascivious expression even as his cock was still firmly lodged inside my  drenched pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed my dream to end but  when John shifted and quickly rolled me to my stomach I realized with a  cry that I was not dreaming.         

     



 

Holy fuck - I was being ridden like a horse on the back 40 by a … ghost.