Leverage (Billionaire Romance)
: Chapter 5

What the hell just happened to her? Julianna slowly came to her senses and found Boston, lips slicked with her juices, smiling smugly at her but his eyes were darkened with passion, looking much like a wolf eyeing his next meal. She swallowed, trying to catch her breath, but inexplicably, another wave began just as the last had begun to recede. Her eyes widened and she moaned as the pleasure buffeted her, this one slightly less violent than the first but definitely bigger than anything she’d given herself. The fact that he was watching her come, was an even bigger turn-on than she ever imagined it would be in her most private fantasies but then again, her fantasies had been decidedly tame, she realized.

After a long moment, her muscles finally stopped contracting and she could breathe again, but her body felt wonderfully languorous and soft. She couldn’t help the drowsy smile that found her lips and he couldn’t resist dropping a kiss against her mouth. He smelled of her sex and, shockingly, she found that hot. “I like the way I smell on you,” she admitted in a small voice.

“And I like the way you taste,” he said, his gaze roaming her face as if committing it to memory. In this moment, she could almost forget how they came together and why. But reality had a way of forcing itself through even the heaviest of curtains and she tried to prepare herself for what would come next. Perhaps he would be quick about it and the act wouldn’t drag on. Would it be different if they were in love? Of course it would. She should be doing this with the man who was going to love her forever, not the man who’d bought her. But there was no turning back now. He seemed to sense her withdrawal and his expression changed. “You are a stubborn woman,” he said, jerking at the strings on her corset to loosen it. She bit back a cry as the motion bruised tender skin. “But you will replace I am even more so.” He bared her breasts and tossed the corset onto the floor. Julianna’s nipples, pebbled into aching points, jutted from her full breasts like offerings and she hated that she wanted him to stuff them into his mouth. But he was no longer about foreplay or making the experience pleasurable for her. “On your hands and knees, Julianna,” he ordered and when she was slow to obey, he quickly tossed her on her belly and pulled her hips toward him. Her ass was in the air, anchored by his strong grip and she was helpless to do anything but wait for that moment when he impaled her on his cock. A quiver of need started somewhere in her groin and she groaned in spite of the mortification. “Tell me you want me,” he ordered. She bit her lip to refuse. Wasn’t it enough that he could wring such pleasure from her body? Did he have to grind the knowledge into her brain? “Tell me,” he said in a harsh voice and she shuddered. Suddenly, he changed tactics and she was unprepared for the soft touch on the bare skin of her behind. “You have the sweetest ass, Julianna…a man could spend a lifetime staring at this view. But an ass like this is perfect for something else.”

She stiffened and tried to rise but he pushed her back down. Was he going to…? Oh, please no. “Boston…please don’t do that…”

“Do what sweetness?”

He was toying with her as punishment for her disobedience. He ran his finger lightly down the crack of her bottom and she trembled wildly at the possibility of his invasion of her most private place. “Please don’t…” was all she could say and he chuckled, ignoring her plea to gently push his finger between her cleft. “Boston!”

And suddenly, he was pressed against her, at her ear and her breath caught painfully in her chest. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you in your ass? Oh, sweet girl, I can’t make that promise. You have an ass made for fucking. Just the thought of pumping my cock into that tight hole is enough to make me come. You would deny me such a pleasure? Have you forgotten? You are my purchased property, which means that sweet, tight ass belongs to me and I will fuck it at my leisure. That’s a promise,” he ended with the silky threat and she would’ve collapsed on the bed if it weren’t for him holding her tightly. He reared back and she tensed, but instead of that cock splitting her backside as she feared, the soft, spongy flesh pressed against her core and rubbed at her clitoris, teasing it back to life, creating sparks of pleasure that promised to ignite with the right touch. Soon she was moaning again, pressing against him, eager to feel that blinding pleasure again. She was worse than a cat in heat. She had no shame. Hunger clawed at her as need began to spiral. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against the tip of her clitoral hood and soon, she was desperate. The touch wasn’t hitting the exact right spot but it was maddeningly close and she suspected that he knew it because he chuckled at her sounds of frustration. She gritted her teeth, knowing exactly what he wanted but she should she give in? Hell, she couldn’t stop herself. “Boston! I want you,” she gasped giving in with a frustrated cry. “Please! Make me come again!”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said with an approving smile. He replaced his cock with his fingers and pinched her pulsing clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her into orbit. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she lost all sense of time and place until suddenly, Boston was there — pushing himself slowly and inexorably into her hot, quivering sheath, until he was pressed tightly against her hymen. One quick thrust, a ripping pain, and he was balls deep inside her. But he didn’t give her time to focus on the pain. He was already angling his cock so that it rubbed against her G-spot. With each thrust, the pain slowly receded, replaced by that deep, soul-born pleasure that vibrated throughout her entire body and she was once again keening and mewling like an animal in breeding season.

Embarrassment was an emotion for the rational mind — and rationality had long since fled.

All that remained was mind-blowing pleasure.

The bastard certainly knew how to make a woman forget who she was. Julianna gasped as another star burst behind her eyes and her muscles spasmed with rhythmic pleasure, lovingly milking his cock for every drop he had to give.

She would never be the same after Boston Kincaid.

Ever.

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For one glorious moment, Boston’s mind was totally devoid of conscious thought. His body was still ringing with the after effects of a mind-blowing orgasm and he was totally spent. What an amazing ride. If he were an older man he would’ve been fearful for his heart for it’d nearly burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. Julianna started to roll away from him and he stopped her. He hated that she wanted to get away from him, no matter that he’d just made her come several times over. Julianna stared with faint mistrust at his hand on her arm, tousled and plainly thoroughly fucked and his gut twisted. God, she was gorgeous but she hated him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“The bathroom,” she answered, pulling her arm free. “Are you okay with that?”

He released her. “I suppose. Don’t take all day. I’m not finished with you.”

Julianna scurried to the bathroom and practically slammed the door. Boston winced at the sound and fell back against the pillows. Most women would’ve been licking his toes at this point but not Julianna. She was as stubborn as they came. Maybe that was part of her allure; she didn’t do anything that he expected her to. He found her refreshingly irritating with her refusal to bow to him in anyway unless his tongue was in her pussy. That seemed the only way to bend her to his will. Not a bad way of doing things, he supposed. He loved the taste of her. He could smell her sex on his face and he wanted more. But, he realized with a sigh, virgins needed time to recover. He knew it’d hurt when he’d ripped through her hymen. He’d felt her body stiffen and swallowed her tiny cry of pain. Perhaps he could make it up to her somehow. But as soon as the generous thought crossed his mind, he pushed it away. What did he care if she thought he was the devil? She’d signed on the dotted line and agreed to the deal so as long as she cooperated, he could give a shit as to her personal feelings about him. Besides, their acquaintance would end eventually and they’d both go on their merry ways and she could relegate him to the deepest, darkest place in her personal history and likely, he’d forget all about her with time because let’s face it, at the end of the day, after a woman had served her purpose and no longer interested him, he could barely remember her name.

How does that bullshit taste? A voice mocked silently and he scowled though he knew the voice had only been in his head. There’d been a time when he’d been an idealistic romantic but that was so long ago he barely remembered how it felt to believe in true love and all that crap.

Boston climbed from the bed and strode to the kitchenette, where he pulled a water from the small refrigerator. After guzzling it down, he grabbed another for Julianna. Don’t want to get dehydrated, he thought with a lascivious smile. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. Dirty things. He wanted to defile her body in so many ways that she never once forgot who had obliterated her virginity. If he could, he would tattoo his name across her pussy so she could never escape his possession of her. Damn, he should’ve put that in the paperwork. He rather liked the idea of having his ownership on her permanently. Maybe he could renegotiate.

At that he smiled with delight but even as his cock was ready to play again, there remained that annoying voice at the back of his mind that tugged at something from his past, dragging it out from the depths of its locked box to throw at his feet. He’d once loved so deeply that he’d nearly lost himself when the relationship had crumbled to dust.

He swore he’d never give his heart to another woman to break.

Ever.

But his cock? That he’d gleefully give to Julianna over and over and over…