Arrangement With A Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers #1) (13 page)

T
hat seemed
to be the gateway that opened up the wrath of Arturo’s lust, because in the instant she gave in, giving him what he needed to continue, he pushed her panties out of the way, stretching and probably ruining them. His cock pushed against the entrance of her sex and then slammed forward.

Isla cried out, both from the sudden intrusion and then the pleasure as her body adjusted. He was so rough with her that she instinctively expected his quick entries to hurt, but they never did. She received no pain, only the warm, building pleasure that came with having her insides stroked hard and fast.

And he moved hard and fast all right. She marveled at how rough he could be with her, and how her body responded to that.

He released her wrists, finally giving her some of the freedom she needed to touch him. He got to touch her; his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, and she was starting to feel left out.

But her hands were still bound together by the damned leather belt.

She groaned in frustration.

Arturo pulled his mouth away from the spot on her throat where she was no doubt going to have a pretty big hickey. “That doesn’t come off. Don’t even think about asking.”

Isla shook his head. “Don’t stop, and I won’t say a word.”

Which was a total lie, because with the way he moved, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

She made a compromise with herself by looping her wrists around Arturo’s neck, pulling him forward. As much as she adored it when his tongue teased her nipples one at a time, she wanted his mouth back on hers.

Arturo took the hint, kissing her as his hips slammed into her just in the way she’d seen guys in pornos do. This was better because it was a porno she was in, with the added benefit of there being no cameras to watch her.

He tried to push his tongue into her mouth again, but Isla wasn’t having any of that. She gripped his hair tight, hopefully messing up that little ponytail he tended to wear when he was in a suit, and kept a firm hold as she pushed her tongue forward between his lips.

Her eyes were closed, but she could hear and feel the soft gasp that came from Arturo’s throat and mouth when she did that.

A thrill of excitement sizzled through her body when she realized she’d shocked him. He hadn’t been expecting her to do that, and she’d done it.

She didn’t give him an inch either, not when he tried to retake control of their kiss. No damned way. She’d gotten something on him, and she had every intention of keeping even this tiny amount of power.

Arturo wasn’t used to his bed partners taking control. He wanted his women to participate, but he hadn’t expected Isla to want control.

She was going to use that.

She held Arturo close to her, making sure he couldn’t break away from the kiss, licking deep into his mouth and moaning as she tasted something fruity in his mouth. She’d have to ask him later on what that was. It was great.

Isla tightened her thighs around his pumping hips, thrusting back, meeting him, matching him, and even surpassing him at one point.

It got hard to breath. She was usually good at breathing while kissing. Some people just seemed to hold their breath for whatever reason, breaking away only when they needed air. Not Isla. Except that now she did. She’d forgotten to breathe because kissing Arturo had taken up all of her focus. There was nothing else in the world except for that.

She gasped for breath, her and Arturo’s breaths mingling together, and somehow that was just as sexy.

“I’m close,” Isla said, unable to hold back. That building sensation within her was starting to peak. She couldn’t contain herself anymore.

He nodded. “Come for me. I want your pussy squeezing my cock. Do it!”

Isla did. She kind of wished she could hold back just to show him she was going to come whenever she pleased and not when he demanded it, but that was stupid. Why would she care about getting any more power over him when this felt so damned good?

Her body clenched as the warmth of her orgasm bloomed inside of her, just behind her pelvis and then outward to the rest of her. Isla’s sex did clench around Arturo’s cock. He groaned and thrust harder, slamming into her and making her bounce on the table.

And then a warmth spread inside of her body as Arturo tensed, his shoulders trembling. He pumped his hips, milking himself until there was nothing left for him to give.

They hadn’t used a condom. It was a good thing the contract stated Isla was to be on the pill. She still felt as though she should be having a mild freak out, but that wasn’t happening either.

She felt calm. Isla was all right, and Arturo’s heavy breathing and the way his chest rose and fell while he half lay on top of her, putting even more stress and weight onto the table, actually relaxed her a bit.

She didn’t expect it to last, and it didn’t. Arturo pulled himself off her. He was still confident, still looked her in the eyes, as though they didn’t just have another mind-blowing fuck.

And it had been pretty mind-blowing. “I need to return to work,” he said, straightening his clothes and untying the belt from around Isla’s wrists when his pants were properly adjusted.

She let him. Now that the moment was over, even that pleasant buzz wasn’t enough to make her want to lie there on the table, legs spread and body exposed.

When her wrists were free, she hurried to redress herself, and then sighed when she remembered the buttons of her blouse had been destroyed. “I don’t supposed it’s too much to ask for you to replace this?” she said, opting to re-clasp her bra instead. At least that way her tits wouldn’t be hanging out and about for just anyone to see.

“Everything damaged will be replaced.” His dark eyes flicked lower before a smirk pulled up at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll have new lingerie brought to your room.”

“You don’t even know my size,” Isla said.

She wasn’t against getting new lingerie. She liked buying panties and bras, with all their cute frills and bows and details. It was another one of her guilty pleasures, aside from buying materials to make her jewelry. Arturo didn’t know what styles she liked, her favorite colors, any of it. He also must not know that a girl liked to pick out something for herself.

“I know your size.” Then, as though he’d read her mind, he responded to the rest of what she’d been thinking. “I’ll also have a style chosen that you like, as well as colors.”

“Wait, how do you even know you can pick out something and I’ll like it?”

That cocky, pleased-with-himself smile never left Arturo’s face. “I’ve been with enough women in my time to know what they like.”

Instead of being irritated, like she should’ve been after hearing that, Isla’s mouth went dry, and her panties dampened. She had a hard time swallowing.

Maybe it was the way he’d said it, or the fact that he was looking at her with that wolfish smile on his mouth, as though already thinking about stripping her bare and doing her again.

Isla had to look away from him. “Okay, great, free lingerie for me. It would probably be easier if you gave me a gift card to Victoria’s Secret, or Aerie instead. Then you won’t have to worry if you pick out something I don’t like.”

“I doubt that will be a problem,” he assured her as he expertly redid his tie. She wasn’t sure why she thought he would need someone’s help in order to do that. He ran a billion dollar company. Why wouldn’t he know how to tie his own tie?

“You should hurry and dress,” Arturo said, finishing up and looking as though nothing had even happened. His clothes weren’t even rumpled.

Why did that have to make him look even sexier than before? Her brain became clouded with heavy fog as she admired what stood before her, but then Arturo smiled and called her name.

Isla blinked. He was saying something to her, and it wasn’t so great if she couldn’t pay attention because she was too caught up in how good he looked. That was too high school, even for her tastes.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said, you should hurry up and dress before the camera sees you.”

Isla’s spine stiffened. “Camera?”

Her eyes immediately sought out the offending object like a heat-seeking missile. Only they were camera seeking and wouldn’t destroy it.

When she spotted the camera, the hot rage inside of her certainly
felt
powerful enough to shatter the object with just a glance. Unfortunately, it remained right where it was.

“You said you wouldn’t record this! It was in
your
contract!”

“Relax. Do you see a red light blinking on it?”

She didn’t, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t on. Arturo was a billionaire, and he could make his gadgets do whatever he wanted them to do.

Despite her distrustful glare, he didn’t appear the least bit fazed. “I turned the camera off when I came in here. See?”

He held out his wrist, the one that had the Rolex on it. He clicked the tiny dial on the side, which wasn’t a dial for adjusting the minute and hour hands it seemed, but was a button.

The glass face changed, revealing that his watch was more like the baby of a Rolex and one of those Apple watches that looked so interesting.

Arturo flicked his finger on the screen for her to see, until he came across the room they were in. Unlike the other rooms, this one was greyed out and the words Tap To Resume were in a transparent font on the screen.

“Oh, okay,” Isla said, then thought of something else. “There’s not a camera in my room, is there?”

“Of course there is, but it’s not recording.”

“But can you still see me with this app?”

“I’m not a pervert, Miss King, so the answer to that would be no. I’m not secretly watching you getting dressed and jerking off to the sight. Even if I was so inclined to do something like that, there’s literally no point, considering I can have you whenever I want you.”

“That makes sense, I guess.”

Arturo didn’t call her by her first name. Was he only going to call her Miss King when he was annoyed with something? She liked it better when he used her name. It made all of this seem a little less weird and formal.

Isla was still kind of pissed off about this entire thing, though. She had reasons of her own to be annoyed. She glared up at the camera one last time just for good measure as she straightened her clothes as best she could.

She had to hold her blouse shut with her hands, and her stocking had a mysterious hole in it now. Where were those always coming from?

When she was fully covered, she definitely didn’t look as clean and proper as Arturo looked right now. It was completely unfair, but then again, she supposed this was just because he had more experience with quick liaisons than she did.

“Finish your work,” he said, “but I will expect you to be ready for tonight. Martina will be laying out your clothes for you. Look them over if you need to. She will help get you ready to meet me at seven thirty. I expect you won’t be late.”

Isla nodded. Arturo stared at her for several long, uncomfortable seconds. Uncomfortable, in the best possible way, because she was starting to get that shivery sensation on her skin and between her thighs.

Then he turned away from her, walking out of the breakfast nook and back to whatever work he’d been doing for the day.

She let out a heavy breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. Her heart pounded hard and fast, as though her back was still on that table and her legs in the air.

She was never going to be able to look at that table the same ever again.

I
sla had
no idea what Arturo planned on doing with her, but considering what he’d already done to her, she couldn’t exactly get any rest after he left her alone.

She’d rushed back to her room. It was the second time she had to do that with her clothes barely hanging on in less than twenty-four hours. Part of her was annoyed, but it was difficult to maintain any anger toward Arturo when he made it so worth it to put up with his games.

Hell, she wasn’t all that sure she minded this. So long as no one saw her. Then it might be a different story, and even then, she couldn’t entirely say it would be that terrible.

Arturo was lucky he was good in bed, extremely good looking, and that he was going to replace all the clothes he was destroying.

And maybe she should stop making this list inside of her head. It was starting to sound like he wasn’t all that lucky at all.

When she got back to her room, again without running into anyone on staff, Isla put away her supplies and
had
to have a look around for the camera that was in her room.

There were two of them. They were on each far corner of the room, probably because it was so damned big and the cameras were needed to make sure every angle was captured.

But there were no red lights on them. They were turned off.

That didn’t stop her from getting onto a chair and then climbing up the mahogany desk just so she could make sure.

The ceilings were too high for her to reach the damned things. She damned her below-average height at that point, but as she looked into the camera, even from the distance, she didn’t see the lens adjusting to how close she was to it. It should have been doing that, right? It was a small camera, but she was about 95 percent positive she’d be able to see that.

She climbed down before she fell and broke her neck.

Isla had to get cleaned up after that. Sweat was drying on her skin, and she needed to get out of her rumpled clothes.

She grabbed her phone, her contract with Arturo, and then drew a bath.

She quadruple checked to make sure there was no camera in the bathroom. Interestingly enough, there wasn’t. She couldn’t find a single one.

She wasn’t entirely sure she understood the logic of that. Someone could easily get attacked or try to steal something in the bathroom, right? It was the only thing that made sense. The cameras had to be there for security, and Arturo had shut them off because he didn’t want to creep out a woman who was going to be staying in his house for the next couple of weeks.

The fact that there was no camera in the bathroom was at least something of a relief.

She wasn’t going to lie. She kind of wanted to steal all of these expensive bath oils that were placed around the deep edge of the tub.

Not for the first time, Isla was overcome with the feeling that Arturo was trying to impress her with how much more wealth he had than she did, even when her family had been the proper owners of their business. Why else would he bother with stocking her bathroom with oils and shampoos and other beauty products that could cost so much?

Isla recognized some of these brands. They were the ones even she hadn’t bothered with buying when she had more money at her disposal. Others were a little more up her alley.

It really was like being in a high-end hotel, only better because all the soaps and shampoos were the sort of things that came from a salon, and exactly the right brands Isla liked to use, all the way down to the apricot body scrubs and face masks.

Whatever. If Arturo thought he was going to psych her out, he was going to be disappointed. Isla couldn’t wait to sink into her nice bath at Arturo’s expense.

She was going to have herself a little mini spa day while she waited for Martina to come back and help her out.

Which reminded her, the bed had been crisp and well made when she’d walked in, the room tidied up. That woman was really efficient.

Isla filled the tub with steaming water, oil, and enough bubbles to make her bones ache for it. And that was a reaction she was having after having taken a shower under that powerful showerhead in the glass stall in the corner.

She got her towels ready, undressed, and slowly stepped in, allowing the hot water to consume her, one toe, one foot, and one leg at a time before she was able to sit down. It was a slow process, savoring that heat, and she sighed when fully seated.

She reached for the towels she’d placed on the stool and dried her hands before taking her phone and snapping a picture of the bubbles and vast tub, and then sending a picture off to Jane.

There was a message from Jane wishing her a good morning. Isla needed to be a better friend.

She typed off a quick text, letting Jane know all was well and she might be going out tonight in a fancy dress.

She’d just texted a promise to send another picture of the dress when there was a knock at her door.

She sat up quickly in the water. “Yes?”

She had to shout it since the knock came from the door to her room, not her bathroom.

It opened and Martina called out. “Miss King? I have your gown ready.”

“Oh, great. Sorry, I’m in the bath. Can you leave it on the bed?”

A few seconds went by before Martina called out to her again. “Is there anything I can help you with, Miss King?”

“No, thanks, I’m great.”

“I will return for you when it is time to get ready.”

Isla didn’t know why she would need help getting into a dress, but she figured there had to be a good reason for it.

She yelled her thanks, and then the door to her room closed.

She relaxed in the water, listening for the buzz of her phone, but Jane must’ve been doing some writing. Sometimes she turned off her phone when she was working on a story.

Isla could be the same way whenever she was trying to get something done with her jewelry.

She thought about the necklace she was making and how much she’d be able to sell it for in her grandfather’s boutique when the doors opened up again. She sold her jewelry online for a decent profit, but it didn’t make nearly as much as it did when sitting on a velvet cushion or hanging from a rack near the checkout line.

Her name was enough to get buyers interested, but the Baciami Boutique name was bigger than the owner’s granddaughter.

Her little brother had an expensive university tuition that needed to be paid, and Isla really wanted to check in on her parents. She wanted to make sure they weren’t still fighting.

She hoped not.

As much as this was turning out to be an enjoyable venture, Isla knew she would never tell her grandfather about the real nature behind this strange relationship. He was too old school, and even then, what she was doing was a little too new school even for her.

It was like that book she’d read,
Alpha
by Jasinda Wilder, only Isla wasn’t getting paid to be here. Not really. Her real payment wouldn’t be coming in until after the four weeks were up and Arturo had decided she’d done a good enough job of being his mistress, or playing. Whichever.

Well, okay, so maybe she was kind of getting paid, by getting back the family business, but she wasn’t going to split hairs with herself on this.

This could also be attributed to
Fifty Shades of Grey
, only without the BDSM. She was being courted by a billionaire after all, and there had been a detailed contract involved. Arturo was certainly emotionally damaged, but not in the same way Christian Grey had been. Christian Grey had also been so in love with Anastasia Steele as to kind of stalk her… in a way that could still be romantic in books.

Isla tried to think of other famous literary billionaires who had been so alpha and mysterious with their women. Gideon Cross? Sure, but again without the sexual abuse. She hoped so, anyway. She didn’t want that for anyone. It was one thing for that to be used in books to draw the reader closer to a character, but this was real life and Arturo wasn’t a character. He was a real, living, breathing person, and she didn’t want him to have gone through something like that. The scar on his body was bad enough.

Even if he could be a cocky asshole at times.

Ultimately, there might not be any reason for why he was doing this, other than to get back at her for telling him to fuck off.

Real life didn’t have to have an answer that made sense. That was for books alone, according to Jane, and sometimes books didn’t even bother with a realistic answer either.

She didn’t think so, however. She hoped not. Isla hoped Arturo was a different sort of man than that.

As for other book boyfriend billionaires that Isla had read over the years, the only other ones she could think of were the vampires from J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series, and a number of other fanfictions she’d read that mixed up characters from multiple book worlds and just switched their stories around.

Yes, she read fanfiction.

Isla was practically pruned up by the time she got out of the tub. She’d nearly dozed off while thinking about her favorite books in the steam with the citrus scent of the oil and bubbles. All the bubbles were gone by the time she stood up, overheated and tired.

She hadn’t even looked over her contract. Finding potential loopholes that she’d missed was going to have to wait. She needed to towel off and get dressed.

Isla was so tired after her bath that she thought she might just climb back into bed and nap until her date with Arturo tonight. Then she spotted the dress on her bed, waiting for her, and her eyes snapped open wide. All thoughts of napping flew through the window, shattering the glass, never to be heard from ever again.

Holy shit. She was going to have to show this to Jane. Right now.

But then Isla thought better of it. She couldn’t call Jane if her phone was turned off anyway. No, she might as well do that later. She snapped a picture and texted it off with a message in all capital letters.

WILL YOU FREAKING *LOOK* AT THIS!?!?

Right. Probably not the most mature text she’d ever sent, but she couldn’t help herself.

This dress… it was from Baciami Boutique. It had to be. This was designed by one of the artists her grandfather had hired while in Italy. Isla had seen this design proposed and accepted, but then it had just never had the chance to be made, not after the takeover had shut everything down.

It was a red gown with a diamond shimmer. The color was soft at first along its only sleeve, which would be on her left shoulder, but along the bottom, the color gradually turned darker. The waist was slimmed down, and when she touched it, she realized there was a corset built in.

She had to look at the back of the dress just to make sure, but there were a lot of ribbons back there. Had it not been for them, her back would have been completely exposed.

She liked the exposed look, but this, with the added red ribbons tied off, she already knew it would make her look fucking amazing. She couldn’t wait to wear it.

On the bed were a matching set of heels. There weren’t jewels all over the shoes, but there were a few placed decoratively to look like a falling star, or maybe a comet.

She loved them.

She loved all of it.

She was half shocked that there was no jewelry to go with it. Didn’t all those billionaire stories Isla read or watched on TV show him picking out a matching set of jewels?

Unless he wanted her to wear something from her own collection, and she had just the thing for this.