Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2)

BOOK: Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2)
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Copyright© 2016 Sam Crescent

 

 

 
ISBN: 978-1-77233-832-4

 

Cover
Artist: Jay Aheer

 

Editor: Karyn
White

 

 

 

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except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

 

This is a
work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

 

BILLIONAIRE BEAST

 

Billionaire Bikers MC, 2

 

Sam Crescent

 

Copyright © 2016

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

Richard “Beast” Bruce stared down at Tina as she took
his dick to the back of her throat, and held his cock there. She was a fucking
pro at taking cock, and it was one of the reasons why she was such a good club
whore. For the past two months he’d been calling her regularly to his work
place just so he could blow off steam. It didn’t help that his PA, Temperance Harris,
was going around in tight, fuck-me skirts, which was doing nothing more than
turning him on. She was a good PA, the best he’d ever had, but she was fucking
killing him. It wasn’t even Temperance’s fault. It was his.

She didn’t
try
to tempt or tease him.

Her efficiency was one of the reasons he liked her.
Wrapping his fingers around Tina’s hair, he held onto her, and started to pump
his hips up into her waiting mouth. The Billionaire Bikers Motorcycle Club had
been started by ten billionaires, and he was one of them. They were like a lot
of other MCs. They had a clubhouse where they kept women, and some close
friends to them liked to party. The women were paid for their services, and in
return they kept their mouths shut. The Billionaire Bikers also helped ensure the
safety and future of women who had been caught up in human trafficking, or the
sex market. It was mostly Lewis Cox’s fault that the club dealt with helping
women. Richard understood why Lewis’s mission was to try to end all kinds of
human trafficking, but they were fighting a war that Richard doubted they would
ever win.

Tina was his club whore of choice for many reasons.
One of his club brothers, Russ, had settled down with Anna, one of the women
they’d saved. Tina had been hoping Russ would take her as an old lady, and
wife. Of course, that was never going to happen.

Richard was surprised that Russ had settled down. The
club had been built together as brothers with the belief they wouldn’t settle
down.

A knock on the door startled him, and he closed his
eyes. Tina’s mouth wasn’t where he wanted to be. There was another woman he
wanted more than anyone else.

“What is it?” Richard asked.

“Sir, I’ve got your mail for you,” Temperance said.

Just the sound of her voice was enough to arouse him.
She had this husky voice, which always sounded to him like pure sex, the kind
of voice a woman gets from screaming for hours in orgasm, maybe even from being
between two men. Yeah, he was a little fucked up. He happened to enjoy sharing
a woman. There was something beautiful when a woman was being fucked, getting
pleasure from two men.

Staring down at Tina, he gritted his teeth. The woman
between his thighs wasn’t doing it for him. Tina had never really done it for
him. It was just always so easy to imagine someone else in her place.

“I’ll come out and get it in a minute.”

There was no way he was going to leave without
reaching orgasm. Fucking Tina’s face, he kept his eyes closed and imagined it
was Temperance on the floor taking his cock. Damn, he’d have her spread out on
the table, sucking her pretty pussy before plunging his dick deep inside her.

Richard held onto the back of Tina’s head and started
to pump inside her mouth. He groaned out, unable to contain the sound of his
pleasure. Spilling his cum into her mouth, he felt her swallowing him down.

Opening his eyes, he watched as she licked the last
drop, and sat back on her legs. Instead of feeling satisfied, he wasn’t. The
orgasm hadn’t done anything to satisfy him. It was just empty.

“Time to leave,” he said.

“What? You don’t want me to stay so I can give you a
main course?” Tina asked, rubbing her hands up his thighs.

Shaking his head, he stood up, putting away his now
flaccid cock. “Get out.”

“You don’t have to be so rude.”

Tina got to her feet and ran her fingers through her
short hair.

She was the complete opposite of Temperance, and this
woman oozed bitchiness. There wasn’t a single nice bone in her body.

Reaching out, he gripped the back of her neck, pulling
her in tight. “You’re a woman of our club. We pay your way, and in return, we
own you, Tina. Don’t for a second think you can get away with shit.”

He released her, and she simply glared at him. Tina
was becoming a problem.

“I’ll see you tonight?” she asked. The mask dropped
into place, and Richard saw through her.

“No.” He wasn’t going to be joining in club activities
tonight. He still had some business to attend to, so he’d be working late.

Moving toward the door of his office, he opened it up.

Tina brushed past him, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
“Have a good day, handsome.”

She was pushing her luck, and he caught sight of
Temperance watching them. Was Tina trying to find a place as his old lady? He
hoped not. Richard had vowed never to harm women, but Tina was testing the
club’s nerve. He made a note to talk to Russ.

Temperance’s gaze followed Tina as the other woman
walked to the elevator.

“You had mail for me,” he said, approaching the desk.

She turned toward him, looking startled. “Ah, yes,
here you go.” She handed him a thick pile of letters. Some of them were
official, and others were junk mail.

“I’ll be working late tonight on the O’Brian account.”

“The guy who designs makeup?” Temperance asked.

Part of his success was that his company held several
accounts and wasn’t just in one industry. He owned several firms, and for certain
accounts, he made sure he was the one heading them.

“One and the same. I’ll need you tonight,” he said.

“Not a lot of notice.”

“Do you need a lot of notice?” he asked.

Temperance smiled. “I need some. I could have a hot
date, or be doing something.”

Richard didn’t like the sudden sick feeling at the
thought of her doing something with anyone else without him. He liked the
thought of sharing her, but it had to be with someone of his choice.

The smile on her face dropped as he continued to stare
at her.

“Will you be able to make it?” he asked. “Or do I need
to employ someone else?”

“No, I can make it.”

“Then what was with all that other sh—nonsense?”
Richard didn’t advertise his extracurricular activity. There were always rumors
about what the billionaire beast did, but he never allowed speculation about his
personal life in the office. He enjoyed the club, and liked to keep the two
separate.

“Nothing, it would have been nice to have some notice,
is all.” She gave him another smile, only this one was forced. He didn’t like
her to force her humor.

Walking back into his office, he kept his door open
and moved behind his desk. Taking a seat, he started to go through his mail. All
the time he was aware of Temperance leaving her desk, and swaying those perfect
full hips of hers. He’d give anything to have her naked and beneath him. There
was even a small spark of lust, thinking about her pressed between him and
another man. Together, they’d blow her world apart. Richard wasn’t a small man.
He was large, and some women, even Tina and Luna, some of their club women,
couldn’t take all of him. Most of the time the women he was with preferred for
him to finish off in their mouths, which he didn’t have a problem with. God,
what was wrong with him?

Dropping the mail, he spun around to look out of the
window over the city. So much was changing within the club life. It happened
long before Russ found Anna. Being a billionaire and a biker was not a
combination that could last all that long. He saw the way certain clients
looked at him when he was in a meeting. Richard didn’t doubt for a second that
his life wouldn’t be the same without his reputation and the way he looked. He
wasn’t a conventional businessman. Most of the people he dealt with believed
him to be a fighter, a criminal, or at least working with criminals.

He’d always been a large guy, and he also worked out.

Exercise was one of the best ways for him to blow off
steam.

Staring out of the window, Richard wondered if the
Billionaire Bikers would continue to ride after Lewis found the woman he’d been
hunting for.

“Here is your coffee,” Temperance said, interrupting
his thoughts.

Spinning around, he watched as she straightened his
desk. She was bent forward a little showing off a great deal of cleavage. His
mouth watered for a taste of her. He wanted to pull her toward him, tear open her
shirt, and lick the valley between her tits.

His cock pulsed, and he moved in his seat to get
himself comfortable.

“Do you like O’Brian?” he asked.

“How do you mean?”

“We’ve been trying to get his account for the past six
months, and he’s been pretty adamant about going over his contract. I just
wondered what you thought of him?” Richard didn’t like the man, but he knew of
O’Brian’s reputation with the women and with fellow colleagues. The only reason
Richard was going to be striking up a deal with the makeup mogul was because he
was the top man in his field.

“Look, my feelings don’t matter, so don’t worry about
it.”

“I just want to get another perspective on the guy.”

****

Why, oh why did he have to ask her that question?

Temperance stared across the large desk at her rather
large boss. Richard was a very intense boss. She wouldn’t call him a tyrant or
even a bully, though many would. He was a perfectionist, which was rather
strange considering his lifestyle choice. She knew about his other life as a
biker even though he tried to keep it separate. Temperance had seen his leather
jacket when he’d been in his en-suite bathroom. She had left him a coffee, and
seen the name of the club. When she’d gotten home, she had done her research to
find out who he was. Of course, the internet only ever told one story.

She knew the man in the suit, and there were times she
was curious about the man in the leather jacket. Which man was the real one?
Were both an act? Either way, she’d never find out. He was such a grumpy man at
times.

“What are
your
thoughts on him?” she asked. O’Brian was a lecherous bastard, who thought he
was the answer to every woman’s sexual fantasy. Not hers, nope. O’Brian was
gross, and he’d even made her vomit in her own mouth once with his sexual
overtures.

Richard leaned back, and the chair gave a little
squeak under his weight. Her boss wasn’t fat. He was just big, huge even, like
a gladiator, or a demigod, or something. He certainly had her getting wet.

Temperance pushed all those thoughts to one side. She
refused to be aroused by her boss, or at least that was what she tried to tell
herself on a daily basis.

“He’s a classic asshole. Money has made him believe
he’s untouchable.”

Biting her lip, she forced herself to stare at
Richard’s face, and not do a casual sweep down his body, even though she wanted
to.

“Untouchable?”

“I don’t like him.”

“Yet you’re going to do a deal.”

“I do a lot of deals with men I don’t like. Women as
well.”

“Was that a deal you were doing with that woman?” Temperance
slapped her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she had just said.
Never did she make anything so personal.

“Tina is not business.” He climbed out of his chair
and made his way around the desk. Temperance took a step back to give him room,
and to also make sure that he didn’t actually touch her. This was how they
survived their kind of boss and employee relationship. Richard was his
domineering self, and she stayed out of his way. Neither of them touched. Just
by being near to him, she felt a prickle of awareness at him being so close.

“She’s been coming to the office a lot. Sorry, it’s
none of my business.” Temperance had an idea who the woman was, but she wasn’t
about to cross that line with her boss.

“It’s okay.”

She couldn’t help but stare at his hands. They were so
large, and she wondered how they would feel on her body, caressing and touching
her. Pushing those thoughts aside, she took a step back.

“You still haven’t answered my question about
O’Brian.”

“You’re not a fool, Mr. Bruce. You know my thoughts on
O’Brian.” She left his office, going back to her desk. Taking a seat, she
pulled up a list of the day’s appointments. She made a quick note, seeing that
he had a twelve o’clock. Getting to her feet, she made her way toward the conference
rooms.

Temperance knew her job well, so she set about
preparing the room. She placed a notice that the room would be in use, and also
opened some windows. There was nothing worse than being unprepared for a
meeting.

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