My Vampire Billionaire Boss, page 2
His gaze moved down, this time devouring every inch of her with hungry intensity. He had never really let himself wonder what Spencer would look like naked, but he realized now he should have. Because this woman staring up at him with unseeing eyes...this woman whom he had known for years, she was fucking perfect, and not once had he thought it possible, for his tomboyish Spencer to hide such slender perfection under her shapeless suits. Her curves were all in the right places: the pert, rounded shape of her pink-tipped tits, her tiny waist, and long, silky legs that nestled her moist, quivering flesh in between...
Magnific, prea magnific.
Magnificent. Too magnificent.
And so fucking hot that Etienne could no longer wait.
Spencer's throat tightened the moment she felt the bed dip. No backing out, she reminded herself. No one had forced her to do this, and there was no way out now. But the moment she felt a large, strong hand settle on her knee, panic instantly struck, and a powerful tremor shook her body.
I don't think I can do this!
She pushed the hand away without thinking, but before she could even turn or crawl away, hands unerringly found her waist, and then she was being dragged down---
Her lips parted, but her scream was lost in the hard, hot mouth that was suddenly covering hers in a kiss that made not the slightest attempt to woo or soothe. She tried to fight back, tried to push him away, but he was too strong, so impossibly strong, and God, of course he wouldn't stop, not when he was only keeping to her third request: don't let me back out.
But even so, she tried to struggle, even tried to knee him in the groin. She tried everything, and everything failed, and even worse was the way she could feel her body already weakening, the arousing heat of his powerful, hard body making her feel things she had never thought possible she would feel for any other man. God. Oh God. Was this really going to happen? Was this really supposed to happen?
Confusion was starting to make her lose focus, her body starting to tremble for another reason under the relentless force of his kiss. God. Oh God. She felt the kiss deepen, demanding control and dominion, and as his mouth finally pried her lips to fully open, his tongue immediately drove past her teeth.
Oooooooooooh.
It was like...like sorcery at work, her resistance yielding little by little under every stroke of his tongue. This kiss demanded her total submission, but at the same time it promised something else and offered a seductive glimpse of the other thing she had asked for: this man would be so good in bed...she wouldn't want the night to end.
That promise was all hers, that promise could and would come true, and all she had to do was...surrender.
Etienne sensed the exact moment Spencer yielded to his claim; it was in the way her eyes drifted close, and her body gradually softened under his. It was in the way her fists, which had earlier pounded his chest in an effort to push him off, slowly uncurled and flattened against his muscles. But most of all, it was when he settled the full, throbbing weight of his body against hers, and her head had fallen back against the pillows, and that was when he heard it: the sexiest fucking moan in the world...
Fuck, she was hot, so goddamn hot.
The urge to thrust inside of her then and there had him inhaling sharply, but he managed to hang on to his control and instead concentrated on feeding her growing need for him. His mouth on hers gentled and turned coaxing, his tongue teaching hers to move against his, and when he tested her willingness to reciprocate by sucking on her tongue, she passed with fucking flying colors, with Spencer not only sucking on his tongue back but also circling his neck with her arms as she pressed every inch of her close---
"Aaaah." She couldn't help gasping, senses reeling at the first, intimate feel of a man's naked body against her skin. And this...this man's body, she thought dazedly, was no ordinary thing. The muscles were almost too hard, almost too perfectly sculpted, and even the very length of him seemed too much. He was so tremendously big everywhere he made her feel small and vibrantly feminine. Everything about him was just so overwhelmingly male, with the soft-slash-rough matting of hair on his chest tickling her breasts and teasing her nipples into aching, pouting tips of arousal.
His palms moved up at that moment to cover her tits, and another moan slipped past her lips as her body involuntary arched up. He palmed them good and hard, his hold on them controlling and possessive, but somehow it didn't terrify her at all, and when he squeezed her tits, even the way it hurt was good. So, so good that she could only cry out and strain against him in an effort to push her breasts deeper into his touch.
Etienne couldn't get enough of Spencer's responsiveness. She was always this snarky little bitch in his presence, even cool and contemptuous at times, but now...it was as if she had willingly turned into his own little toy to play with, and fuck if he didn't want to play with her for a long, long time.
He began tweaking her nipples, and she moaned and arched under him. Her face was a picture of helpless need, something he knew he was only able to glimpse because the darkness around them had made Spencer think she could safely abandon all of her inhibitions and let her desire take over.
It made him want to take her every expression in and commit to memory, and it was why his gaze remained trained on her face as he plumped one breast up and slowly one nipple with his tongue.
Her response was immediate, a sexy, little kittenish mewl as her body curved up towards him, and it whetted his appetite for more. He continued to tease her, circling her nipple with his tongue and scraping it with her teeth. He waited and teased until she was whimpering endlessly, and when her fingers unconsciously scratched his back, that was when he finally took the nipple into his mouth, and he began to suck.
Spencer screamed. She could no longer keep it in, the pleasure rocking her body just too, too much to absorb in passive silence. He sucked and sucked, slow and steady at first, and then harder and so forcefully that it was as if he had half of her breast inside his mouth.
Oh God.
And then it started again, with her other breast this time, and her cries became endless. So good. It really was so incredibly good that she could believe this man would indeed make her cry and pray this night would never---
"No!" She gasped without thinking, everything in her panicking and protesting the moment his mouth left her breast. She tried fumbling in the darkness, wanting to pull his head back up, but instead she felt his hands parting her legs open, and her heart slammed against her chest.
His hands were gentle but firm, a subtle reminder of who was calling the shots, and even though she was still tremendously nervous, she didn't allow herself to resist. Just for this night, she would forget she ever had a will of her own. Just for this night, she was his, and whatever he wanted...he would have.
And so her legs fell open, her body trembling helplessly as she felt his hot breath tickle the damp and sensitive folds between her legs.
The first few strokes of his fingers were delicate, almost as if they were gently urging flower petals to open on the first day of spring. These strokes aroused and relaxed her at the same time, lulled her even into thinking that she might be able to calmly handle whatever was next...
But she was wrong.
The moment his finger slid inside of her pussy without warning, she was completely undone, tears stinging her eyes at the realization that a man - a stranger - was now fucking her with his finger. And she was letting him.
There was shame, so much shame at first, but it eventually faded, the agonizingly lewd pleasure of his finger steadily thrusting in and out of her helping Spencer gradually break free from reality. And when the thrusts began to gain speed and force, she couldn't help but writhe, and as another finger joined in, and then a third, the last chain shackling her to reality finally broke, and she was able to succumb completely to the grips of lust.
It was unbelievably, incredibly, and amazingly good, just to have nothing to think about and simply enjoy the forceful strength of his thrusts, and she only moaned in encouragement when she felt his hand slide under her body to grab her ass. The new position allowed him to hold her steady as his fingers threatened to tear her pussy apart.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
His fingers were creating all kinds of wet, sloshing, slippery sounds, and her fingers scraped helplessly against the sheets. Oh God, she wanted more.
More, more, more----
Until something inside of her broke, and just as the blinding, mind-numbing flash of pain had her crying out, she felt his fingers withdrawing to part her folds open---
And then his mouth was on her.
OH GOD!
The next thirty or so seconds were a little hazy. It was like he was sucking on her clit, drinking on her pussy, and if it didn't sound so crazy, she might even have sworn she had felt him bite her inner thigh like a vampire...or that she had felt herself bleeding...and that she had heard him growl like someone whose great thirst had finally been quenched---
If only it didn't sound crazy, she thought drowsily, but it was, so she must be imagining things.
It was Spencer's last thought just as pleasure so intense tore through her, and she started to cum. Hard. Fast. He was eating her pussy like he had been starving for it for years, growling with every suck of his tongue like he just couldn't get enough, and the essence of her orgasm practically gushed out of her like a thick, unstoppable flow of creamy heat that had her body twitching, buckling, writhing...and it just kept coming, just didn't stop at all, until she started losing her breath...her vision fading...and her mind turning blank as she gradually passed out.
Chapter Three
"Good evening, Mr. Hirsche."
Etienne nodded without looking at his driver, and in the corner of his eye he saw the brat's lips tighten at the curtness of his response. Good. It never hurt for people to have a dose of their own medicine, and she was the reason he had been pissed as fuck the entire week.
The silence inside the limousine was tense and silent, and it almost made him regret choosing to have her drive for him when he could've just taken the chopper and be in Orlando in minutes. But because this was the only way he could be with the brat...
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He stared at her moodily, his hunger for her nowadays as constant as his need to breathe. He only had to see her, and he would remember...and relive...the softness of her skin, the weight of her breasts, and most of all, the sweet, precious nectar of her sangferia---
Shit.
His fangs had started to protrude the moment thoughts of her naked body entered his mind, and he ground his teeth together in an effort to have them pull back. No other woman had pushed him as close to losing control as she did, and even though a week had already passed, he still couldn't get her out of his system.
While most women did whatever they could to grab his attention, she had always stood out, had always been different without even trying. The first time this brat had entered his life, she had been one of the dozen applicants to make it to the final stage of his recruitment process. The last test was to complete an obstacle course, and unknown to them, Etienne had an audio patch installed in the car so he could listen to how the driver operated on his own.
While she hadn't been the only female to apply for the job, she had been the only fucking one to invoke his name like a curse and say things like 'I'd never have applied for this job if I had a choice.' It had been interesting to say the least, but what truly clinched the deal for him was when the results had come out. Although the brat hadn't registered the fastest time in completing the obstacle course, she had been the only driver that day to keep her vehicle free from any damage and her passenger dummy free from any serious injuries.
That meant everything to someone like him, whose life was constantly under threat, and when he had hired her on the spot, he had taken extreme pleasure in letting her know he had heard every word she had said about him.
'Everything?' she had asked, as if wanting to make sure.
'Yes.' He had expected her to apologize after that, but instead she had looked at him like she wasn't certain he still possessed all his marbles.
'You heard everything,' she had remarked dubiously, 'and yet you're still hiring me?'
That had set the tone for their working relationship, and although there wasn't ever a week he didn't threaten to fire her and she didn't threaten to quit, both of them had known they were just words. The truth was, everyone who directly worked for Etienne knew that the brat had become his stress reliever, and there was no time he was more relaxed than when he was trying to get a rise out of her.
Could that be why, Etienne thought broodingly, he had failed all these years to realize that there was an incredibly fuckable woman hiding underneath all those hideously drab suits?
If looks could kill, Spencer would be long dead by now. The boss had been giving her murderous looks for several days now, or more specifically, ever since she had returned to work after taking an afternoon off without the usual advance notice.
And honestly, was it really that big a deal? He was a billionaire, for heaven's sake. It wasn't as if he'd have a hard time finding another person to drive for him. It just didn't make sense, and although she had firsthand knowledge of how much of a jerk he could be if he wanted to, she would never have thought he could be this...petty.
He could be rather ruthless with the way he demanded perfection from his staff, sure, but he more than amply rewarded everyone's loyal service with the best pay and benefits. He was no sentimental fool, but he had always been fair and objective, and he had even told her once he appreciated the way she always spoke her mind in his presence, never mind if her waspish attitude could occasionally wear on his patience.
He didn't mind she was a shrew most days, and a total bitch on her red days, as long as she did her job. That were his very own words, darn it, and it was why she had been counting on him being reasonable, once she got back to work and apologized for her unscheduled leave.
But obviously, she was wrong. Dead wrong, actually, with the way he was either acting like she didn't even exist or gaze at her broodingly - almost furiously, in fact - from the backseat.
She really hated to think of it this way, but maybe...maybe this unexpectedly shallow side of his proved just how little Spencer really knew her boss...and, consequently, how mortifyingly silly it was to think she was in love---
"Fuck."
The expletive, uttered in a low, furious hiss, had Spencer twitching in her seat and her fingers tightening instinctively around the wheel. "Sir?" Her gaze flew to check on him through the rearview mirror, and she saw that his gaze was fixed on his phone. Bad news, probably, but about what? Maybe he was no longer a billionaire, and he was left with just $999,999,999 in his bank account?
If she had found the guts to ask, and he would have been in a mind to answer, Spencer would find out that she was partially correct. It was bad news, but it wasn't over money. Instead, the email that arrived in his inbox was from a company she was also personally familiar with.
Dear Mr. Hirsche,
As requested, we have reached out to the other party and extended your request for another transaction, along with the details of your new offer. We have taken every care to ensure that the other party understands that this offer is triple the amount of the previous one and with room for negotiation.
Unfortunately, the other party has chosen to decline the offer. Morever, she has also very clearly stated that she will take legal action if we choose to contact her again for the same purpose. In this light, we regret to inform you that we will no longer be able to provide further assistance on this matter.
We apologize for whatever inconvenience this may cause, and please do not hesitate to contact us if you wish to consider other parties for your next transaction.
Yours truly,
VIP Productions
"Sir?" Spencer's tone was of wary concern, and when their gazes met, the deep frown on her face made him realize she might have been trying to get his attention more than once. "Is everything alright?"
"No." And it was all her fucking fault. Why the hell wouldn't she want another night with him, dammit? His last offer had been a whole damn mil. Seven fucking digits, just to spend another night with him and have Etienne fuck her brains out. What kind of idiot would say no to that?
He was glaring at the back of her head again, Spencer noticed through the rearview mirror, and the knowledge left her feeling hurt and angry at herself. He had been a moody son of a gun the past few days, so darn short-tempered that everyone around him had taken to walking like they were treading on eggshells. He lashed out at the smallest mistake, and no one had been in the receiving end of his temper more times than Spencer. And it was unfair. So stupidly, unreasonably, unfair that she knew it should've completely turned her off him by now...
But it hadn't.
He was still beautiful in her eyes, and her heart still ached foolishly in his presence. It was still a daily struggle to keep her voice from becoming breathless at his presence, and ever since the night she lost her V-card and realized what she had been missing all this time...
She wanted him more than ever now, wanted him so badly that there were times she wanted to beg and offer herself up as a one-night stand, or even a five-minute hookup, if that was all the time he could spare.
Maybe I should've just said yes to another transaction, she thought glumly. Although that night had been nothing like her worst fears, she had so little recollection of it that a part of her wondered if it was her mind deliberately blocking her memories out because it considered the whole thing as an act of infidelity.
When she had woken up the day after, she had been alone in the hotel room, and the sight of her naked body had her bursting into tears. All of a sudden, it had felt completely wrong, like she had betrayed the man she loved. And yes, she knew it didn't make any sense, since it wasn't like she and Mr. H had any relationship beyond boss-and-driver, but even so---
