Oh my God. His words…do something to me. And my nervousness is suddenly wiped away by something more powerful—desire. I’m turned on.
I feel his desire for me as he moves that one finger across my skin, and I feel a need to respond, to give him what he wants, to please him. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can’t even explain it; it’s like the most basic, deep, primal piece of my female identity coming to the surface. And it’s powerful.
But at the same time, I don’t even know this man. He kidnapped me, and now I want to lose my virginity to him?
“You’re just saying all this…” I mutter. “Like you do to all the girls.”
Zander turns the car and I look up as a gate opens before us to an incredible house. “All the girls? This is how you think I meet all the girls?”
We pull into the driveway as I struggle to find the words. “I think you are practiced in how to seduce a woman. You know just what to say…and do.”
“Oh, I know just what to do all right,” he replies. He’s so sure of himself. More than any man I’ve ever met. He parks the car and turns his full attention on me, then hooks that single digit under the strap of my panties and lifts it gently from my hip. “I know every single spot on your body and what I’d do to it to make you cry my name, sweetie. And you’d be begging for more.”
“Stop…” I start to say, but Zander cuts me off.
“I can’t.”
He leans in and kisses my neck. Suddenly, I forget what I was going to say. His lips caress my skin. I feel his breath, soft and warm, and his hand as it slides up to my chest and finds my breast. Without hesitation, he lifts my sports bra, exposing me to him. And when his other hand slides down, two of his fingers finding my mound, I have to fight back a moan.
“You don’t know how badly I want to take you, Amory,” he whispers, fueling the fire within me. “Claim that tight little virgin pussy and make you mine. But…I don’t know if I can.”
“Why?” The question’s out of my mouth before I know it. I didn’t even process it.
“Because you’re my prisoner now, sweetie. I have to keep you now that you know my secret.”
“You’re…you’re saying you need me to want you if you’re going to take my virginity?”
“I don’t need you to,” Zander all but growls. Wow, he is nothing like I expected him to be. “But I would like it. All those women you’ve seen me with? None of them ever liked me. They liked my money, my fame, but never me.”
I feel his words in my chest. It never occurred to me that a man like Zander wouldn’t have the perfect life. All the money and toys in the world, and any woman he set his eyes on. I guess I really don’t know anything about him. But I’m dying to.
“But make no mistake, sweetie,” he purrs into my ear. “If I was to take you right now, you would love every second of it. I’d pop that sweet cherry and fuck you until you were sore and your voice was gone from screaming my name.”
My reply comes out as a moan. “Oh my God…”
What is he doing to me? Just his words seem to have a power I can’t contest with.
“You may be my captive, Amory,” he purrs, “but that doesn’t mean you won’t enjoy it.”
3
Zander
I feel strange as I hold the door for my beauty and allow her into my home.
This isn’t something I do. When I see women, it’s always at a hotel or one of my other properties. This is my home base – the place I can be myself. And now I’m willingly bringing her into it.
I always thought the whole married and kids thing was not for me. After all, how many billionaire marriages out there do you see that actually work? Some dumb nerdy guy marries an actress who takes him for half of everything he has and leaves him standing wide-eyed wondering what the fuck just happened.
Not me.
I decided that a long time ago. And then I met Amory, and now I’m rethinking everything. And if I’m being honest with myself, I’m afraid.
I thought I had my feelings under control. You have to when you’re in my position. One wrong, emotional move can cause a deal to come crashing down or topple an empire. But Amory has me beside myself, and even the thought of my life without her makes me wince inside.
I can’t let her go now…and it has nothing to do with the fact that she knows my secret.
I need those lips…those breasts…those sweet hips.
I need to feel her body pressed against mine. I need her moans in my ear, and I need to feel that sweet virgin pussy for the first time and watch her face as I claim her. God, I can’t even imagine how incredible that would be.
Men have called me cold, callous—even Vulcan-like for all the Star Trek fans out there. But I can already feel my walls beginning to fall, like tiny chips beginning to appear in the mortar.
This could be dangerous. My whole empire rests on my unshakable foundation. If that foundation crumbles, the whole thing could come down. I could take her home…make her sign an NDA and assign a group of men to watch her day and night and make sure she doesn’t talk…
But, fuck, I don’t want her out of my sight. Out of my presence. The thought of another man laying his hands on her, feeling her gorgeous lips against his, or claiming her cherry has me seeing red. No, there’s no way I can let her go.
I realize my right hand is clenched at my side as I close the door behind us. She steps ahead of me and I watch her as she looks around my home, already looking like she belongs. My eyes struggle to find her curves, but her work outfit is hiding them from me.
“I have to get you out of those coveralls,” I tell her.
She turns, her eyes bright.
“Am I not dressed right for this mansion of yours?”
“Sweetie, if I had it my way, you’d never even be dressed.”
My cock is throbbing in my pants as I imagine her body naked, dripping with arousal beneath me. What would her face look like when I first slide inside and stretch her? I dig my nails into my palm in an attempt to force my lust for her down to a tolerable level. But she hasn’t zipped her coveralls up again, and as she shifts her weight, her perky tits bounce—even underneath that sports bra of hers—and I’m going crazy for her.
“So, what’s the plan, Mr. Duke? I just live here with you forever?”
“Would that be that bad?” I ask her. “You wouldn’t have to work as a janitor anymore. Why are you doing that anyway?”
“Some of us need money.” She shrugs with a sly smile. Wow, a woman with a little spunk. “I know that might be a strange concept for someone like you.”
“So you work as a janitor at the Met because you need money?” I’m not buying it. “Why not nanny? Shit, you could model.”
Amory scoffs. “Stop. No, I couldn’t. And even if I could, I wouldn’t want to. I work at the Met because…you know how Will worked at Harvard in Good Will Hunting?”
I can’t believe the way she’s talking to me. The girls I’m used to are completely brainless, and she’s springing an analogy on me.