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IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed, But Mine) Novel Cover

IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed, But Mine)

IN LOVE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS (He Is Betrothed But He Is Mine!!) BLURB “Mr Geal, we can't please.” her voice breaks as he trailed his fingers down jaw to her lips. Her breath comes out in gasps as she tightens her legs together, “Please, you are betrothed.” she murmured. His hands move to her neck where he tightens them whispering, “It doesn't matter,” he growls, his fingers finding their way beneath my skirt. “I am yours anyway.” He doesn't give her a second before his fingers sweep her panties aside, and find their way home. “Holy hell-” the rest of the words is jumbled in her throat as he slams his lips against hers ~~~~~~ Olivia Macurry, a woman whose lifetime goal was to stop stripping. She wanted no more than a white collar job where she wouldn't have to open her legs to get paid. After getting ordered by a man who paid fifteen thousand dollars to have her for the night, she agreed but she didn't keep to the bargain. Now her new boss is the same blue eyed man that paid for a night with her, the same man she left when he was in the bathroom barely an hour after their first round. But it's too late because he wants her again. Just a taste, and he's addicted. He won't let her go, not even when he is buried six feet under. He can't stop, he must have her after all he paid for a night. Obsession turns into attraction. Attraction turns into possession. Possession turns into pure madness. He refuses to let her go yet he is betrothed to another. Secrets, lies, betrayal, and anger drives their relationship towards madness as everything is turned upside. But then Leonardo's best quality was that he thrived in chaos, and even though he is betrothed he belonged to her. Body, mind, and fucking soul.
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Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

“Did you just say five thousand?” I stutter, scratching my neck in confusion.

“Yes, that's your part of the money he is paying.” she frowns, looking at me like I am stupid.

My part of the money is five fucking thousand. So in total he is paying fifteen thousand just for a night with me.

I am so confused. How rich is this guy? If I do this, that money will take me a long way. I could pay my bills and still have some cash left long enough for me to find an actual job.

My head is spinning. If I don't do this I would probably die because I can't afford my drugs, food or water, but if I do this I can take a break from stripping and find an actual job.

I mean it's just a night, and I would probably never see him again. I really need this money.

I take a deep breath. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

“I will do it.” I murmur, turning to look at Madame who has been staring at me with a bored expression.

“Good. Go get changed.” she instructs, and goes back to her computer.

I hurry back to the changing room, and look for something sexy to wear. I bet it is some old bag with an endless pot belly, and decayed teeth.

I sigh. I need to just get this over with.

Standing in front of the mirror for the second time this night, my eyes look dull, my body is dressed in a black lace bra with black garter belt topped with a black lace panties then net stockings finished with a black heel. My hair is packed up in a tight ponytail, my face caked with makeup.

Madame walks in, her hands behind her back. She runs her eyes over my body then nods before dropping a quick compliment.

“Looks good.”

That is as far as a compliment I will ever get from her. Madame saw me crying my eyes out at the hospital because I couldn't afford my drugs.

She offered me this job at the time I was a desperate freshman drowning in debts I had taken to be able to pay for my surgery.

So I took the job at first as a booker because it paid more, but as soon as I paid off my debt I stopped and stuck to being a stripper only.

“Good luck.” she nods, and walks off.

I sigh. I really need that good luck. Lord help me to be able to withstand an ugly fat fool tonight.

The door to the private room creaks open as I walk in. The room glows with neon light.

The king sized bed at the end of the room is adorned in white sheets, a large couch is in the middle of the room.

My breath hitch at the figure laying effortlessly on the couch.

I recognise that build. What I thought would be an old fat fool turned out to be the blued eyed man at the club earlier.

His eyes rake my body from my legs slowly to my thighs, pussy covered in a tiny lace up to my belly button then to my boobs where his gaze lingers before he looks at my face.

The way he stares at me, his iris dilated makes me unconsciously push my thighs together trying to soothe the dull ache that arises there.

Wetness pools between my legs just from his gaze. His body is draped lazily on the couch, legs spread wide apart with one arm slung over the couch.

The confidence is staggering.

“Come here.” His voice is deep, sultry like he is in a trance. It makes my body shake with desire.

Ever so slowly I stride up to him, standing in between his open legs. He tugs my hand sharply, making me fall into him, my ass directly over his growing bulge.

“I didn't pay for you to stare at me. Get on your fucking knees, and suck me off.” he growls, his voice harsh.

Usually men speaking to me in such a manner annoys me, but now hearing him say it makes my pussy get wetter.

I drop to my knees, my eyes unable to move away from those beautiful blue ones.

I trail a finger over his cock through his pants, a barely there groan leaves his mouth encouraging me to move on.

In the past I never cared enough to want to pleasure them, I just laid there letting them use me, but strangely I find myself wanting to please this blue eyed stranger in front of me.

I tighten my palm on his cock this time a groan leaves his mouth.

“Such a little tease ain't ya?” he hums, biting his lips.

A small smile makes its way to my lips as I unbuckle his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down.

His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect.

Oh my goodness. It's huge, and thick.

Will this even fit inside me?

“I will make it fit.” he grunts.

His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking.

He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips.

I take a sharp breath as he takes off my bra with only one hand then cups my left boobs, twerking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah, you like that hmm?”

He murmurs, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw to my ear down to my neck where he sucks hard.

My back arch at the sensation that runs through me, it's something I haven't felt before.

His palm in my throat shifts, tugging my hair hard earning a moan from my lips.

My pussy is dripping at this point, and he has barely even touched me.

“Are you going to stop being such a tease now?”

“Yes.” I gasp, my thighs pressing together to get some sort of release.

“Uh huh.” he tsks his right foot pushes my legs apart as a whimper leaves my throat.

“Do as you are told only then will I consider touching you.” he pauses, raking his eyes over my body once more.

As if not satisfied a sharp sound fills the air as he rips my panties apart. The move is so sudden, so hot it has me panting.

Deciding to listen to him, I take his cock into my palm as he groans loudly, throwing his head back.

That encourages me, using my thumb I rub his precum over his length and start stroking.

He thrust his hips into my palm urging me to move faster.

I have to use both my hands because of how big he is. The sight of his cock in my hands is so tempting I follow my urge and swipe my tongue over his top to taste him.

Not too salty or sweet, it tastes just right.

A deep groan leaves his mouth, “Fuck yeah. Take it in your mouth.” he urges. His breathing quickens.

I do as instructed, taking his whole tip into my mouth and suck. He bucks his hips causing him to slip deeper, making me gag.

“Breath through your nose, and fucking take more.” he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening tightening.

I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do.

My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like.

Swipe, suck, stroke.

I am not an expert in giving heads, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right.

His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my clit. My body jerks at the unexpected move.

“Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans.

I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm.

As if he senses it, his next words have me nodding in relief.

“I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and you are going to take it like a good fucking girl, yes?”

I nod, earning a grunt from his parted lips. He bucks his hip up, pushing his cock further into my throat.

It hits the back of my throat, “ Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good with that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock like a filthy whore.”

His dirty words go straight to my core. The heat in between my legs becomes too much and I start grinding on his leg.

“Look at you. Such a desperate little slut. You are dripping without me even touching you, you want me so bad you can't help but to grind my leg, eh?” he groans.

Blue eyes piercing into mine as I grind his leg, him fucking my mouth.

His legs tighten, he begins to thrust faster into my mouth, my throat squeezing him as he does.

“Fuck. You feel so good. I am about to cum, and you are going to take every damn drop of it like a good girl, yes?”

He doesn't give me time to respond as his hips move forward spilling into my mouth.

I swallow, loving the taste of him.

He tugs me up, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, he walks over to the bed throwing me down.

I bounce on the bed.

He leans over, trailing kisses from my legs to my thigh up to my pussy. He moves further up avoiding the place I want his mouth to be.

His kisses continue up my belly button to my boobs, staring at my very hard nipple he groans.

“My turn.” he says, then latches onto my nipple like a starving baby.

My back arches off the bed, my finger finding its way into his head as he palms my other boobs, twerking the nipple like he did before.

“Oh fuck.” I don't recognise my voice anymore.

The feeling is intense, his mouth on my nipple sucking, tugging, biting as his hand works on my other nipple is too much.

I moan, writhe beneath his touch completely at his mercy.

His other hand moves down the side of my belly then palms my pussy.

“Oh my goodness, fuck.” I gasp, grinding my pussy on his fingers.

The feeling is too much, I need a release.

“Such a needy little whore.” his hand leaves my pussy only to come back down in a light slap.

It sends pain through my system, but the pain is enjoyable as it has me moaning.

His thumb rubs against my clit, my hips move automatically to meet his fingers.

“Please.” I beg, my breath coming out in my pants.

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” he taunts, his thumb still on my clit rubbing but not enough.

“Touch me please. I want your finger inside me.” I beg, rolling my hips.

He pushes two fingers inside me at once, pumping them in, and out as he keeps working on my boobs.

“Oh yes. Right there.” I moan, moving my hips as he pounds his fingers into me.

“Say my name. Leonardo.” he orders, his lips leaving my boobs to my neck.

“Oh Leo please. Fuck me Leo.” I beg, my legs shaking from too much pleasure.

“As you wish.” he rises up grabbing his discarded jeans to take a condom out.

When did he undress?

Before I can ask he is slamming into me with a long hard thrust.

A scream tears out of my mouth at the unexpected force. He grabs my throat, his hand lands a hard smack on my ass.

I moan at the pain his palm leaves, arising sweet pleasure in its wake.

“Fuck. Such a desperate whore,taking my cock like it's made for you.” he growls.

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