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.