Bought for the Billionaire’s Bed(11)

She felt a little embarrassed and could feel her cheeks burn with heat, before answering, “Yes, it was wonderful.” She liked Trent, and she liked the way he’d mastered her during sex. Truth be known, she couldn’t wait to be in his bed again, and it wasn’t just because she owed him a lot of money, either. She truly found him irresistible.

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close so she snuggled against his warm, bare chest. He tenderly kissed her forehead. “I already knew that, Mia, but I guess I wanted to hear it from your own lips.” He stroked a hand into her hair. “So will you stay?”

When he looked at her like that, Mia felt her entire soul starting to melt. How could she resist his masculine charm and devil-may-care personality? “Yes.”





Chapter Ten



Trent relaxed as he carried her into his bedroom. Like a puff of smoke, the anger he’d felt toward Mia had disappeared. How could he remain angry with a woman who made his flesh and bones ache for her? He craved her with an intensity that both shocked and excited him.

He had already promised himself that he would make sure he set her on the path to achieve her ambitions. A woman like Mia deserved the very best.

In the meantime, they would both gain pleasure from each other’s company. Perhaps someone looking from the outside would think he was taking advantage, but he reasoned he knew Mia before any money had exchanged hands. All he’d done was just help her out of a crisis. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled his thighs. Already he could see her pupils dilate, and her breathing increase. Satisfaction coursed through him. He’d finally found someone who enjoyed sex just the way he did. He had an overwhelming desire to possess her, all of her, mind, body, and soul.

He rubbed his fingers over the frayed lace of her nightdress. From now on, it would be only the best for his little Mia. “This needs to go,” he murmured, ripping the garment at the neckline to expose her pert breasts.

A gasp left her lips as he tugged it down her shoulders, trapping her arms in the ruined garment.

“Trent, what will I wear now?”

He grinned. “For the moment, you don’t need to wear anything. Besides, a woman like you deserves better, much better.”

He held her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Now, little Mia, you are mine to do with as I please. Say it.”

She stared at him. With his hand cupping her chin, he felt her pulse rate accelerate. She licked her lips and then swallowed. “I’m yours, Trent, to do with as you please.” Her sexy Swedish accent had become more pronounced. It turned him on even more, and his cock lengthened and hardened beneath her.

He kissed her lips, sealing the promise they’d made between them. He tore the rest of the nightdress from her trembling body, discarding it with a flick of his wrist.

“You look like a million dollars to me, however you’re dressed.” Her naked persona beguiled and bewitched him. She dazzled him with her femininity. Although petite, she had an hourglass figure that curved in all the right places. Her stomach swelled sexily, and he smoothed his thumbs over the delicious, womanly bulge.

She braced her hands on his shoulders as he took a hardened nipple into his mouth and feasted on it. Moans of sexual pleasure began to drift from her lips when he moved a hand to her pussy.

“Oh, Trent.”

He teased his fingers into her wet folds, feeling the sensitive nub swell and blossom with his touch. As he showered kisses to her neck, he drank in her sweet scent. Mia was like a drug. The more she surrendered to his will, the more it turned him on.

After shifting forward, he eased his hard prick from his jogging pants. With one hand guiding his erection, he positioned her over him, giving her a taste of his desire but not allowing her any penetration.

She whimpered her need, making him want her even more. “Trent,” she gasped.

“Not yet, little Mia.” He licked her nipples, and she squirmed in frustration. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her arousal heightened. Any minute now and she would start drawing blood. Using a strict voice, he commanded, “Clasp your hands together behind your back.” Without hesitation, she followed his instructions. Immediately her breasts jutted forward, and he drew a hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing and biting until she gasped with pleasure. He spoke against her breast. “If you move your hands, you will be severely punished, Mia. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly.

In total control, he slowly slid inside her, reveling in the tightness of her body as she contracted around him. Holding one hand around her waist and the other on her butt, he began pumping his hard shaft inside her. Slowly at first. Each stroke gaining a gasp of appreciation from her lips. When their gaze connected, he lost all concept of time. All that remained was an overwhelming desire to possess this woman completely and utterly.

Her lips parted, and she called out his name, “Trent.” Her whole body arched, and his name spilled from her lips again. “Trent.”

He knew she was close, and he commanded, “Lean back. I’ve got you. You won’t fall.” With complete trust, she did as he demanded, leaning back so he could see every delicious curve of her body spread out before him. The perfect breasts, so full and defined, rising and falling with her increased breathing. The womanly swell of her stomach now glowing pink from her imminent climax. He watched his cock, glistening with her feminine arousal, plunge deep between her legs. Over and over he thrust repeatedly inside her until her whole body writhed in ecstasy.

He savored her climax, each delicious moan that tore from her lips, every ripple and spasm that contracted inside her. Her whole torso radiated heat as her stomach undulated with intense sexual pleasure. It was a joy to watch. This woman had simply turned his world upside down.

“Mia, you are truly beautiful,” Trent whispered as he continued more urgently. She was so tight now. Every thrust, every lunge brought its own sweet torture. Her moans spurred him on, and when she climaxed again, he felt a pressure surge up his shaft and explode into intense pleasure. “Oh, Mia, I will never get my fill of you. I adore you.” As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled her into his embrace, and she lay cradled against him on the bed. Their sweat-soaked bodies now in perfect harmony.



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The next morning, Mia had breakfast on the balcony with Trent. The view of Manhattan was simply breathtaking. With a warm breeze blowing through her hair, she felt so alive and full of vitality. She just couldn’t believe how the last two days had changed her life. From a rundown studio apartment, she was now living the high life, quite literally.

She smiled at Trent over the rim of her glass as she drank the remains of her orange juice. He smiled back, that wonderful, sexy Trent smile, which let her know everything was good with the world.

Mia felt herself blush profusely. Trent had made love to her with an intensity that both shocked and satisfied her. To actually give complete control to a man in that way had never happened to her before. Trent was different in so many respects. She had complete faith and trust in him. In just the short time she’d known him, she knew he would never hurt her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, smiling at her as he buttered the last of his toast.

“I feel wonderful, Trent.”

“Good.” He squeezed her hand. “I’ve some contacts around the city. I’m sure I can find someone to help you achieve your dream of owning your own art gallery.”

Stunned, Mia watched him take a bite of his toast.

Trent chuckled as he returned her gaze. “I’m sorry if I’ve surprised you.” He pointed to her face. “You can close your mouth if you want to.”

Mia quickly clamped her mouth shut. “I’m sorry, I guess you just shocked me a little.”

Trent smiled. “I hope in a good way?”

“Oh, definitely in a good way. Do you mean that, Trent? It would be beyond my wildest dreams if I could accomplish something so wonderful.”

“It might take a while, but I think you’ll get there in the end.”

Mia’s heart soared with newfound hope and ambition. Trent seemed so self-assured and confident of his abilities. If he said it could be done, then she had to believe him. Maybe, with his help, she might just achieve the impossible.

“However long it took, it wouldn’t matter, but you’ve done more than enough already.”

“I want to help you, Mia.”

“Why? Surely, there are hundreds of more deserving people in the world?”

“You have a zest for life, that I find intoxicating. You just need a helping hand, so you can spread your wings, and soar to the very limits of your potential.” He dabbed a napkin to his mouth.

Mia stood and kissed his lips. “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Trent held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her tight against his body. He rested his head against her stomach and breathed in. “There’s just one problem.”

“Oh, what is it?” she asked stroking her hand into his hair.

Trent smiled at her. “Filling the gallery with enough works of art.”

It was Mia’s turn to laugh. “That’s the easy part. I’ve already made a list of the up and coming artists of the future.”