BILLIONAIRE: Protected (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (10 page)

              He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Carmen had an impatient expression on her face.

              “What's it going to be, Liam? You listen to me and forever have protection against whatever smear campaign you face,” Carmen offered. “You know I have that kind of power, Liam. You may have a billion dollars, but I have six billion dollars. Let's not forget yours has a lot of liquidity and it can go in the wrong direction fast if you don't make the right decision here.”

              He took a deep breath and nodded, slowly.

              “O-okay,” he replied, defeated. “Let's make it work. I'll be at the office Monday.”

              Carmen smirked.

              “I knew you'd make the right decision,” she replied, coolly. She eyed me and added, “You two probably have some catching up to do after your trip. Be a little more careful in public. I can only protect you so much. Have a nice night, both of you, and good luck with your food rotate.”

              “Foo donate,” I murmured.

              “Whatever it is,” she said in a sickly sweet voice. “You better be in that office Monday, Liam. I'll be checking. It was nice to meet you, Miss Barr.”

              She shook both of our hands and snapped her fingers. A man with a clipboard scampered over to her and I furrowed my brow. Liam tugged on my jacket to get my attention and I followed him, glancing behind me to see what the man was doing.

              “Liam, he is—”

              “I know, don't look,” he said, hurriedly.

              “But he's—”

              “I
know
,” he reasserted.

I followed him to the airport parking lot to find his vehicle, trying my best not to look back at the man that was scrubbing Carmen's nails in a public airport. It was hard to imagine having a life like that, and I did not really want to. I thought that it was quite strange. Nevertheless, it was something that was hard to ignore.

              I still could not believe that we had combated blackmail for the third time in just a couple of weeks. I knew that a forbidden relationship would not be easy, but I had no idea that it would be as dramatic as it was. Despite all the tribulations, I would not have given it up for the world. Love was worth so much more than money.

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Liam seized me by the waist the moment that we stepped foot inside of his penthouse flat. We both kicked our shoes off and I pressed my lips against his. He forced his tongue into my mouth and I entangled it with mine. He shrugged off his jacket and pulled mine off quickly thereafter, kindling the fire between us. We were both panting heavily as we allowed ourselves to lose control. It had been too long and we thirsted for one another.

              I bit my lip as he pulled away from me to pull my dress over my head. The cut of the dress forced me to go without a bra, and judging by the look on his face, he had not expected it. Breathing heavily, he stared at my bare form and loosened his tie. I grinned and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He seemed frustrated with my chosen pace and pushed my hands away to speedily unbutton it himself. He pulled it off and I began unbuttoning his trousers. Again, he pushed my hands away and began undoing them himself.

              “A little impatient, eh?” I said, coyly.

              “I have needs, Ally,” Liam breathed, kicking off both his trousers and his boxers. “I missed you.”

              I chewed on my lip as my eyes traveled to his erect member. The only obstacle between us was the revealing, teal lace thong I was wearing. Slowly, I rolled down the panties around my legs and stepped out of them. My deep jade eyes met his blue ones and for a moment, I just basked in his gaze. It had not been that long since I had looked into his eyes, but it felt like it had been an eternity.

              He brushed my hair out of my face and caressed my chin, softly pulling my lips towards his once more. I brushed my lips against his, sensuously, treasuring the moment for as long as I could. I licked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue and he parted his lips to grant me entrance. His tongue wrapped around mine as his hands traveled down my spine. I shivered and draped my arms around his neck, pressing my body close to his. The euphoria that I felt just from feeling his bare skin against mine was overwhelming. It was like electricity was running through his body into mine, but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

              I pulled away, just a little, and looked in his eyes once more. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but something was holding me back from saying the words. He had said things like that to me before, but I did not think that he was entirely sober when he did. Afraid of alarming him, I just kissed him again, with more passion than I had ever kissed anyone before. Sometimes actions say things that words never could.

              One of Liam's hands traveled back up my spine, giving me goose bumps, and he tangle it in my thick, blonde hair. Deepening the kiss, I tightened my arms around his neck. I could feel his manhood throbbing against my thigh, and I was beginning to lose patience.

              “Do you want to go to bedroom?” I murmured between kisses.

              “No,” he replied, softly.

              I frowned and loosened my embrace a little.

              “Why not?”

              He smirked and pulled me closer again, pressing his lips to my throat. He pulled his lips away, just slightly, breathing into the crook of my neck. My own breathing hitched. He was only making me want him more.

              “Why do something in the bedroom that we can do right here?” he whispered.

              I moaned as he began sucking on my neck with more intensity than ever before. His member prodded my thigh and I felt the warmth between my legs become wetter. Breathing heavily, I ran my hand down his body and stroked him, softly. A groan fell from his lips and I smirked.

              “You missed me, didn't you?” I murmured.

              Breathing heavily, he pulled away from my neck and looked me in the eye. He nodded and swallowed, lightly running his fingertips along my fleshy, full breasts. My nipples puckered beneath his soft touch and he smiled, lovingly pressing his lips to mine.

              “I missed you like mad,” he replied, softly.

              One of his hands ran down my body to caress my waist while he used the other to tuck my hair behind my ear. I blushed a little as his azure eyes danced around, reading each one of my facial features.

              “You're staring,” I whispered.

              “I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful,” he replied, quietly, lightly my cheekbone with his thumb.

              My face flushed again and I attempted to hide it by pressing my lips to his shoulder. Judging by the groan that he emitted, my method had worked. I smirked against his skin and kissed my way down his chest and lower abdomen. His breathing hitched and I felt goosebumps on the skin beneath my mouth.

I kissed all the way to his happy trail, lingering there for a moment to tease him. I looked up at him and smiled, running my fingers along his member, lightly.

              “Do you want it?” I asked, sensuously.

              He bit his lip.

              “It's been way too long,” he murmured.

              “Is that a yes?”

              “Please. I'm going crazy here, babe.”

              I smirked, deciding to play with him a little bit longer.

              “So you want this?” I asked, lightly flicking my tongue against his head and quickly pulling away again.             

              He swallowed and nodded.

              “What about this?” I asked.

              I then took all of him into my mouth and a loud gasp fell from his lips. Swirling my tongue around him, I hummed lightly. His stiff member became harder inside of my mouth. He groaned and I tightened my lips around him, urging him to express his pleasure even more.

              “Oh God, Aaliyah,” he moaned. “That feels amazing.”

              He tangled one of his hands in my hair and I bobbed my head, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. His breathing started to become shallow and I loosened my lips a little, reminding him not to climax quite yet.

              “I-I need to be in you,” he stammered. “I'm going to come too fast.”

              I pulled away and kissed his head before standing back up and kissing his lips. He made a face, a little unimpressed that I had kissed him after exploring him, orally. Nevertheless, he seemed to forget about it rather quickly, considering he pressed his mouth against mine hardly a second later, pulling me closer towards him. He hoisted my up by my buttocks and I wrapped my legs around him as I tightened my arms around his neck for extra support. I felt his manhood brush between my legs and I shivered.

              Suddenly, he penetrated me. I gasped, because I had not expected him to do it so quickly, but it still felt incredible.

              “You okay?” he asked.

              I nodded, pressing my hips towards his. He groaned and crashed his lips into mine. Growing a little more confident, I wove my fingers through his hair and tugged on it. He smirked against my mouth and lightly bit my lower lip, pumping his strong arms to explore my insides rapidly. I screamed out in pleasure and he grunted. Our animal instincts were in full bloom.

              “Oh my God, Liam!” I cried, tossing my head back in long-awaited ecstasy.

              “Oh, Aaliyah,” he panted, pushing me against a wall.

              The strange sensation of matte paint against my skin was easy to ignore while I basked in the pleasure of feeling him explore my inner walls. My womanly muscles pulsed around him and my breathing hitched as our hips moved in sync.

              One of my hands fell down his spine and I scratched the flesh on his back, encouraging him to keep moving. He groaned and sunk his teeth into my shoulder aggressively. With a moan, I tossed my head back. It made a loud thud as it hit the wall, but I could not even feel it when I was so caught in the moment. With each thrust, it hit it again, but it was entirely painless. All that I felt was the delicious friction between our sweaty bodies.

              “I'm getting close,” he murmured into my neck.

              “Me too,” I breathed, pushing my hips towards his.

              He sped up his thrusts and my large breasts bounced violently with each movement. He groaned and stiffened inside of my walls. My muscles tightened around him and as I let out a scream, we climaxed together.

              Tired from our sexual endeavor, he set me back down and hobbled towards the sofa. His entire body was covered in droplets of sweat and both of our manes were damp and tangled. My lipstick had stained his frame red in spots; I chuckled at the sight.

              “What's funny?” he breathed.

              I walked towards the sofa and collapsed next to him on the sofa.

              “My lipstick is all over you,” I replied.

              I licked my thumb and tried to scrub off one of the marks on his shoulder.

              “Don't worry about it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. “I'm probably just going to shower anyway.”

              “Do you want me to join you?” I asked.

              “If you want,” he replied in a careless tone.

              I frowned. It was strange that he was being so aloof after we had just had intercourse.

              “It's not about what I want. It's about what you want,” I said.

              “I just don't have enough energy for round two so I didn't want you to expect it and be disappointed,” he admitted with a nervous laugh.

              “That's called being human,” I replied. “Of course I wouldn't be disappointed. I just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible.”

              “I understand,” he murmured. “I'm too tired right now.”

              “Me too,” I agreed, resting my head on his shoulder.

              He kissed the side of my head and ran his fingers through my hair.

              “You taste like sweat,” he noted, amused.

              “Sorry about that,” I replied in a light voice. “I didn't think that would take so much of my energy out.”

              “Me either,” he said.

              We sat together, quietly, for several minutes. I finally broke the silence.

              “I love you,” I murmured.

              He did not reply and I frowned. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, furrowing my brow.

              “I said I love you,” I repeated.

              “I'm going to go hop in the shower,” he muttered, getting to his feet and walking towards his pile of clothes.

              Confused and angry, I stood up and folded my arms across my chest. I wanted to know why he could not say the words back to me.

              “That's how you react to me saying that I love you?” I asked.

              “Can't I just want to get clean after I got all sweaty?” he snapped, pulling on his boxers and continuing to walk away from me.

              I quickly stepped in his way and sucked on my teeth, expressing my distaste for his behavior.

              “You've said things like that to me before but you can't admit it now? What the hell is the point of us doing this if you can't even be honest with me?” I interrogated.

              “Can't you let me go take a shower and we can talk about it after?” he asked, annoyed, trying to push past me.

              “I just don't see why we can't talk about this,” I replied. “Don't you see how it could hurt me that you can't even tell me you love me?”

              “Don't you see that I just really want a shower?” he snapped.

              I glared at him, but I knew that the argument was not going to go anywhere if I kept pressing it. Not to mention, I was angry enough that I did not want to talk about it anymore, either.

              “Fine,” I retorted, moving out of his way and slipping back into my dress. “I'm going home.”

              “Oh, come on. Don't be like that,” he pleaded, with a sigh.

              “Can't you just let me go home and we can talk about it after?” I snapped.

              “Come on, now you're just being petty,” he said.

              I pulled on my panties and slipped into my shoes.

              “Are you going to talk to me?” he pressed.

              “I have nothing to say to you.”

              With that, I walked out the door and slammed it behind me.

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