It wasn’t long before a very hot, heavy sexual thriller was on the television, Anna was onto her sixth beer, and Russ was feeling oddly mellow.
The guy in the movie was holding the woman down on the bed and kissing her naked body.
“I bet that’s nice.”
“You’re not a virgin. Surely you know what that feels like.”
“No. I don’t. The guys I’ve been with were not into love, or romance, or helping me get off. They were more, get on, grunt for a few minutes, make a weird sound, and then roll off. God, I hate sex.”
Russ watched as she pouted.
“Do you do that?” she asked.
“Get on, grunt, and pull faces?”
“Yes.”
“No. I take my time. I find out what makes a woman tick, and I do everything for her to find release, and then I find my own. It’s an explosion of pleasure at my hands.”
“That sounds so nice,” she said. “I wish I knew what that was like. I’ve tried touching myself to bring myself pleasure, but that was kind of boring. I’m not into that at all. I guess I’m defective.”
This was not the kind of conversation he should be having. Anna was clearly drunk, and he wasn’t in the mood to care. He’d take care of her, and he’d gladly show her how it could be.
“I’m going to go and get another beer,” he said.
Climbing out of his seat, he rested his head against the fridge.
“No, no, no, no. She’s not yours.”
“Russ?” Anna asked.
He turned to find that she had followed him.
She took a step toward him, and she didn’t wobble. There was no way that she was that far gone if she could still walk steady. If she wasn’t steady, that meant she was drunk right?
“I want to kiss you right now.” She stepped up close to him, and placed her hands on his chest.
Russ covered her hands with his. “Do you even know what you’re doing right now?” he asked.
“I know what I’m doing. I’m horny, Russ, and for once I want to know what it’s really like to be with a man who knows what he’s doing.” She grabbed his hand, and placed it over her tit.
If he was a better man, the gentle billionaire, he’d have jumped back, and not touched her. He wasn’t the better man. Russ was a biker, and he was a ruthless billionaire, who did everything in his power to get what he wanted. He wanted Anna, to own and possess her in every single way he could.
Caressing her breasts, he wasn’t surprised by how ripe and full they were. She was perfect, and he slid his thumb over the hardened nipple.
“Fuck, baby,” he said.
Gripping her arm, he thrust her up against the fridge. All thought of drinking left his mind. There was only one temptation he wanted, and she was in front of him, in his arms, and he wasn’t letting her go.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he removed the grip that held her hair up. The brown strands were soft against his hand, and he slammed his lips against hers, finally taking that kiss he’d been craving.
She tasted so damn perfect, and he licked along her bottom lip, sucking it in, and biting down.
Anna gasped, and he slid his tongue inside, tasting the beer on her lips. She was amazing.
Pressing his body against hers, he deepened the kiss, tugging on her hair so that she had no choice but to tilt her head back and open up to him.
Anna gripped his shoulders. One of her hands was stronger than the other. He made a note to be careful of her arm. Russ didn’t want to hurt her.
Breaking the kiss, he followed a path down to her neck, right over her rapidly beating pulse.
“Tell me to stop, Anna.”
“I don’t want to.”
“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m not going to stop. I don’t want to, either. I want you naked underneath me, open, and ready for my dick. I’m going to own and possess every single inch of you.” She was like a drug that he was addicted to. One little taste, and he was drowning in every part of her.
“I want you, Russ. Don’t push me away. I don’t want to be pushed away anymore.”
She sounded so damn sad, and he wasn’t the better man. This was who he was, and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.
Reaching around the back of her dress, he flicked the catch and slowly eased the dress down her body. Exposing her sheer bra, he kissed the tip of each nipple, and then went back, to suck each bud into his mouth.
Anna’s hand gripped the back of his head, and she took a deep breath, releasing a sigh. “That feels so good,” she said, moaning.
“You’ve not felt anything yet.”
The dress dropped in a heap on the floor, and he kicked it away. Next, he rid her of the bra, and tore away the panties, which were in his way. Taking a step back, he admired his handiwork.