Tied to the Billionaire(85)

Nothing could make her feel more his than the row of diamonds around her neck. Not his ring on her finger, not his name on hers. Not his declaration to the press or the board. And not a wedding held in the white chapel down the street, with Elvis leading her down the aisle.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her tight. “It’s all right, pet,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you. You’re mine now.”

Her heart settled into a slow, easy thump. She was his now. His completely and forever. The rest was just paperwork.



Epilogue





“I’m so sorry, pet.” Richard dropped his suit jacket onto the hotel chair as they settled back into his room. “I told them I didn’t want any cameras. That we wanted a private ceremony.”

Serena shook her head, dropping the bouquet of roses onto the nightstand. Their wedding had been perfect, small and quiet, exactly what she had wanted, even with the paparazzi.

“It’s fine.” She pulled the pins from her hair, releasing the length down her back. “They’d need a picture eventually. Might as well be now.”

He came up behind her, his hot breath tickling along her nape, his musky scent weakening her knees. “Don’t lie to me, pet,” he whispered against her ear. Her entire body sagged beneath the power vibrating through his voice. She leaned into him, appreciating his strength against her. “You loved all those men calling your name, demanding your attention.” He fumbled along her back, finding the tab to her zipper and sliding it down with a quick aggressive pull.

She had, but not because she wanted the attention, or cared about having her picture in the tabloids. “I only love that you’d claimed me as yours, for everyone to see.”

“And don’t you dare forget it.” He shoved the layers of lily and snow down her legs, dropping the bulky wedding dress to the ground and setting every inch of her skin tingling.

“Never, Master.” She leant back against his shoulder. He placed his lips on her neck, just above the diamond collar he’d gifted her with.

“Good.” He unhooked her bra and pulled the thin lace from her body before grabbing her breasts in his hot hands. The not-so-gentle massage he gave them left her wet and needy, desperate for him. She moaned, deep from inside her throat. Using one hand, he pinched and rolled her right nipple between his fingers, until she shook against him. His other hand travelled down her stomach to dip between her thighs.

“You remembered,” he released with a husky rumble that curled her toes. Pulling back, he stared down at her ass, naked beneath the garter belt encircling her waist. She wrapped her arms around her chest, cold without his support behind her. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“Yes, Master.” She smiled, proud of how she’d pleased him. “I could afford to sacrifice a few pairs a year, but not one every day.”

He chuckled. “Very smart, my pet.” He slid his hand up between her thighs, thrust two fingers deep into her cunt and she gasped. “Maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll rip something else off you instead.”

She shivered beneath his words. Dear God, please.

“But first, on the bed, pet. Lie down on your back, your legs spread wide.”

Her stomach fluttered at the steel tone. The one that said he wouldn’t ask twice. She pulled back from him, stepping to the king-sized bed on wobbly legs. She threw herself down on the mattress, spreading her legs wide, too turned on to give a damn about modesty. She’d let go of such emotions long ago, much preferring to pleasure her Master.

Turning her head, she stared up at him, waiting for him to remove the slip of silk from his pocket, or wherever else he might hide it, and cover her eyes.

As if reading her mind, he smiled down at her. “No blindfold this time, pet. Now that you’re mine, I want to see those gorgeous eyes looking up at me while I’m inside you.” He curled his hand around her nape, his hold commanding. “No more hiding.”

She nodded, wanting the same more than her own breath. She didn’t want to hide anymore, not from who they were, what they wanted. After today, the whole world would know she was his, and she’d never been happier.

He quickly shed his shirt, followed by his pants and underwear in one quick move. Her eyes drank in each defined line, each hard muscle of his gorgeous naked body. She licked her lips, staring at his erect cock. Her mouth watered to taste him, to lick every delicious inch of him. But in his current mood, she doubted she’d be allowed that treat tonight.

For the first time, they had no reason to rush. No longer did they have to worry about how much they could cram in before the sun came up and they had to go their separate ways. There were no more timers, no more limited hours. They had a lifetime to enjoy each other, a lifetime to explore and discover.

He joined her on the bed, covering her body with his, imprisoning her beneath his bulk. She moaned at the heat and strength of his body overwhelming hers. He stared down at her, his eyes dark and aroused, multiplying the heat inside her.

He grabbed her hands in one large fist, pulling them above her head and holding them immovable. His grip was hard enough to give her bruises the next day, yet another set of marks she’d cherish. His other hand wrapped around her neck, holding her firmly where the collar slid across her throat. Yet no panic played across her mind, no worry that he might hurt her. Just blissful bone-deep possession and total trust.