The Millionaire Door Prize (Erotic Romance) (6 page)

“By no man unless
. . . I would like to discuss your unless terms,” he boldly stated.

She again blushed.
“You gave me until tonight,” she replied, daring to throw his words back at him.

“Ouch
! Okay then, you’re granted time until tonight.” He smiled, liking her sassy way.

“I need to go home, but I have no clean clothes.”

“I’ll see if there is anything of mine you can borrow,” he offered. While she dressed in a pair of his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt, he dressed a bit more casually in jeans and a nice polo . . . to keep up appearances.

Xander had his driver
arrange a few things and when she came out of the bedroom, he hung up the phone. He held his arm out to her. “Shall we, my dear?” he asked with a gentleman’s smile. Alyssa’s mouth gaped open taken by his suaveness and how downright gentlemanly he was toward her. Her heart fluttered, and she felt goose bumps dance across her skin. She nervously licked her lips and cleared her throat to suppress a giggle that threatened to escape. He was not acting like her boyfriends, who were control freaks. They waited for the doorman to flag down a cab, but when he opened the door of a stretch limousine and waved for her to enter, she stared at Xander. He smiled that smile that in so short a time made her feel confident and trusting in his presence. Inside the car were two huge men. The sudden sight of them gave Alyssa pause.

“Bodyguards
,” he whispered in her ear, and she nodded. But her nervous glance at them and back at Xander showed she wasn’t comfortable with the situation.

* * *

Alyssa’s eyes misted several times as they drove to her apartment. Her lips pursed in a thin line in fear that
he
would be in there—waiting for her! A man twice the size of Xander with dark brown hair combed to the side and brown eyes blazing bounded toward the door when the door clicked. He charged Alyssa the moment he realized she was home, but Xander alerted the two large men behind him to take care of the situation. Xander moved Alyssa out of harm’s way with an extended arm, shoving her between him and the closest wall.

“Mike
, no!” she cried, clutching at Xander.

“Is this the prick you
’re fucking? You no good cunt whore!” her ex yelled. The two men slammed him against the far wall.

“Please restrain him
,” Xander said, and they dragged the man toward the couch, throwing him back onto it. When he attempted to get up, they stood before him, daring him to try. Mike swallowed hard and sat back, but the fury etched on his face burned for release. He sat clenching and unclenching his fists. He bounced his legs, demanding to use the adrenaline that coursed through his body.

“They aren’t going to
. . .” she cried, unable to finish the thought. Alyssa raised her eyes to glance at her boyfriend, fearing his anger. The bodyguards kept him in place like a dog, not unlike he had done to her so many times. She swallowed her fear and held onto Xander’s arm, needing his strength to ease her fears. The two huge bodyguards were an added bonus.

“No, they won’t.
They will only detain him until you are safely back at the hotel.”

“Why are you doing this?”
she asked.

“Because he
’s a prick, and he thinks he can take what
isn’t
his to take,” her subdued ex-boyfriend said sarcastically.

Xander smiled.
“No, you’re wrong,” he said, not daunted by Mike’s remark. Xander looked at Alyssa. “It’s because I believe in fate, and I believe in my heart it brought you to me. You deserve to be loved and cherished, not manipulated, abused, and talked down to.” He turned to glare at Mike with his last words, then looked back at Alyssa. “Now, about your pills and whatever else you wish to take with you.” He glanced around, scanning the apartment’s living room.

“So I am moving in with you?” she dared to ask.

“You better not bitch.
I will fuck you up,” her ex warned.

“Silence him
,” Xander directed. One of the men pulled a roll of tape out of his pocket and proceeded to tear off a very long piece. The other man held him still.

“Get off me
, you fucking bastards!” Mike yelled, flexing his tattooed arms, trying hard to get free and dodge the tape, but he failed at both. Xander just watched, amused. Alyssa gasped and blinked rapidly to ward off tears of pity, shocked and sorry for Mike’s pain and humiliation; then again she bit her lip, partially stifling her laughter. Xander turned his attention back to Alyssa, touching her arm to gain her attention. He smiled at her; she was alarmed and timid to say the least.

“So where were we?
Ah we were talking terms and you possibly moving in with me; perhaps. Are we going to talk terms now?” he asked, smiling that smile which had such a paralyzing effect on her.

“No terms just yet
,” she managed to say. Her watch then beeped.

“That
’s your pill alert,” he assumed. “There’s nothing like promptness.”

She nodded
, finding her purse on the coffee table. She tried to ignore Mike and the muffled expletives he was grunting at her.

Though she couldn’t understand all he tried to scream at her
, she believed she understood “whore” and “kill”. Mike lunged off the couch; his sinewy arms and meaty hands reached for her. Alyssa fell back onto the floor, scooting away from him, her eyes like round saucers revealing her fear. Each man grabbed a shoulder and squeezed, causing Mike to scream ing muted agony. He tried to squirm out of their grasps, but it was not possible.

Alyssa
waited until Mike was again subdued. Breathing a few relaxing breaths, she went back to searching her purse, this time with trembling hands. Xander took hold of her arms to help her stand. She shrieked in fright, but stopped when she saw his concerned expression. He pressed a tender kiss to her temple.

She went to the kitchen
, trying to pop out a pill and down it with a glass of water. The water sloshed in the glass, and she almost dropped it onto the linoleum floor.

When she finished,
Alyssa set the glass down and retreated to the bedroom to pull an overnight bag from the top of the closet. She stood staring into her closet, still shaking, and honestly didn’t know what to pack or why she was doing it. “Haste makes waste. Don’t let what fate has handed you be turned into suffering and heartache,” she whispered to herself. “Xander’s right, and yet this is so drastic, so why the hell not! I’m allowed to go on an adventure of a lifetime. Take life by the balls and just go with it.”

“Something fancy for my
birthday party tonight,” he said, appearing in the doorway.

She was staring at
the clothes in her closet. She found a black, calve-length dress. Pulling it out, she showed him. Holding it against her, she did a few little shakes.

“Perfect
,” he said. Just then, an array of scarves caught his eye. He chose a black, silk one and tucked it into his suit inside jacket pocket. She watched him with close interest. “Shhh, it’s a secret,” he said with a smile and wink.

Alyssa chose some casual clothes
, packing them in her bag. She opened her drawer to find underclothes, and Xander fingered her most private things. Alyssa smiled and watched as he chose a black bra and panty set. “These are for tonight,” he murmured, handing them to her. She went to open another small drawer after having Xander move to the side. She found a pair of matching black stockings. She haphazardly folded and placed them all in her bag with a pair of black high-heel shoes.

Xander leaned back against her dresser and eyed the bed.
“Alyssa . . . I want to make love to you in your bed,” he said. “You took your pill. It is safe to have sex, right?”

“Yes, it
’s safe,” she whispered. Xander reached for her hand, pulling her to him. “Please don’t fret. It’s just that with you I feel so . . . alive; so aware and so damn energetic,” he announced as he stroked her arm with the tips of his fingers.

Their private moment was interrupted by the garbled mumbles of Mike glaring
down the hallway at them from the couch. Xander smiled, holding Alyssa to him as he leaned toward the door. Grabbing the door’s edge while he kept that ‘mmm, yes’ glare on Mike, Xander slammed the door shut.

He
turned his attention back to Alyssa, kissing her sweet lips. He slipped one arm around her waist and guided her backwards until she fell onto the bed. Xander kicked off his shoes, ripped off his shirt, and stripped off his pants and underwear.

Alyssa
giggled as she removed her clothes and scooted back onto the pillows. She watched with a nervous smile as he kneeled onto the bed and stalked toward her on all fours.

“You are so beautiful
,” he said, moving in to kiss her.

“They’ll hear
,” she said. Worry tinged her voice.

“We are all that matter here
, Alyssa, just you and I,” he said, grazing the tip of her nose with his pursed lips. His hands coursed over her body to frame her face. “Love me, Alyssa,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her lips. He slid one hand into her mass of silky, black hair, grasping a handful, but careful not to cause her harm. She caught her breath, then moaned against his lips; her eyes sparkled with desire, giving herself up to the sexual power he had over her. “I need you to want me!” he demanded.

“Yes, Xander, I
do.” Alyssa gasped and snaked her hand to the nape of his neck, holding him to her and gorging her hungry eyes with his gorgeous face, chiseled jaw, and dark lashes. “I want to fuck you.”

“Thank you for being my teacher
, but now I want you to be my lover,” he whispered against her lips, looking deep into her eyes.

“I
’d like that,” she said just before he touched his sensual lips to hers, teasing her. Alyssa trembled. Her breathing hastened in anticipation of his kiss. Xander watched her through hooded eyes, seeing how she longed for his kiss.

He
caressed her velvety skin, massaged her tits, and sucked her erect nipples. He had spent many years watching what most every guy does: porn. He did his share of whacking off, only to wish he had a lovely girl to make love to, but that never happened. He was doomed to watch porn and only come by way of hand for the last quarter-century.

He switched from porn to romantic movies so he would know how to treat a lady with tenderness, kissing every inch of her
, touching her in ways to make her weak in the knees. The porn was just the only true way to know about fucking a girl, and the eating pussy thing . . . well, that he would have to work on later. Right now his hard cock ached to yet again taste Alyssa’s hot, wet pussy.

Xander rubbed the head of his cock up and down
along her pussy. She panted, pushing toward him as though hungering for it. “Oh yeah, baby. I want your hard cock in my hot pussy,” she said. He smiled, then ever so gently eased into her. His body shuddered at the tremendous sensation overcame him.
Was it always like this? Damn!
He couldn’t get enough of her, and yes, she had stated as much,
‘Once you have sex, you crave it.’

Xander was more than infatuated
with her. He was . . . he stared down at her and smiled with eyes that shone like twinkling stars. Xander rocked forward into her slowly, watching as he moved in and out of her folds, truly amazed that fantasy was now a reality! He was hooked on Alyssa like that first taste of warm cherry pie with a dollop of whipped cream on top.

Alyssa reached down
to rub her engorged nub as Xander made slow, passionate love to her—not rushing, just pulsing his hips, pressing into hers. The near tortuous feelings sparked by his meditative love-making erupted  deep in her core, making herself come twice before he pulled her hand away and pinned it above her head. “Now, I’m your captive,” she said with a sly grin, raising a seductive eyebrow and emphasizing her sensual interest in the idea.

Xander
closed his eyes for a moment as he fucked her, wanting this moment to last for as long as possible. “Perhaps,” he said and caressed her tits, pulling on her nipples. She whimpered until it rose halfway to an impassioned call to the gods. She tried to get free of his grasp, but couldn’t. Xander thrust hard into her making her cry out, then sigh and smile. He feared he was hurting her, but that smile told him so much more. He thrust into her again with more force, watching her reaction again.

“You like that?” he asked
, again thrusting hard and deep into her. She spread her legs giving him more access to her and silently begging for even deeper penetration. She stared at him as though dazed or drunk on passion and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.

“Hmm, yes
. It feels so good. I like that you have such power over me,” she stated in a raspy voice.

“I don’t want power over you
,” he said, stilling himself inside of her. “I’m not trying to control you.”

“Not that kind of power
. . .,” she said, moaning. “It’s a sexual thing; not something bad. I love it when you hold me down and fuck me hard. It feels so good.” She pressed her hips into his, whining through pouty lips. “Please, Xander, fuck me; make me come,” she begged.