Unbearable Passion - Total Abandonment: Billionaire Erotica Romance (Unbearable Passion series Book 4) (6 page)

“Wait a minute. Screw prepared food. This is a big day for you. I’ll get Charles, my personal chef, to prepare a special meal for us. I’ll get my assistant to call him right now. There’s plenty of time for him to prepare something amazing. I’ll see you in a few hours,” he says, as he waves.

Bryce is the most passionate man I’ve ever known, but he’d never reveal any public signs of affection… especially not in front of his staff.

I hope you know I’m going to ravage you tonight.

He sends me a text to let me know what to expect tonight.

I look forward to taking you inside my mouth in your new bedroom.

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Who said we’d have time to make it to the bedroom?

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My, you’re hungry.

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For you? Always. I would have taken you in your car, but of course, the location would be awkward, so I’ll make up for the fact that you’ve left me with a hard-on later tonight.

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I better bring extra lube, then.

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Good idea. See you later.

Bryce’s new Upper East Side penthouse apartment is simply breathtaking. I don’t know how much he paid to be on the top floor of such an exclusive building, but I’m pretty sure it’s more than I’ll make over the next five years.

The scrumptious meal his chef prepared is divine. It’s hard to believe some people would have enough money to live in the lap of luxury every single day of their life. It’s good to be rich, I guess.

Dessert nearly sends me over the edge. Charles prepared a Saint Honoré pastry, which we enjoy with a bottle of Moët & Chandon champagne.

“Wow! This dessert is exceptional. The French make cream puffs like no one else.”

“I asked Charles to prepare it especially for you, as a little way of reminiscing about our Paris trip and how much you enjoyed those desserts the tech company gave us at the back of the car,” Bryce says, still amused by how excited I was in Paris.

“You enjoyed seeing me that way?”

“I always enjoy seeing you excited, baby.”

“Honestly, this is the best champagne I’ve ever had in my life. I’d love to know where you got this bottle. I’ve never seen such a beautiful bottle of Moët & Chandon before. It’s such a luxurious design,” I say, impressed by the smooth-tasting nectar.

“Chances are you won’t be able to find it. It’s a limited release and I had to pull a lot of strings to get my hands on a few cases. These types of vintages are sold to collectors and people willing to pay the price. That’s why I only share this bottle of Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold with people I like. At two thousand five hundred dollars a pop, you don’t want to serve it to the riffraff,” he reveals, waiting for my reaction.

I freeze with my hand still in mid-air as I’m about to sip a bit more of this champagne.
Did he say two thousand five hundred dollars per bottle?

“You’re joking, right? There’s no way this is two thousand five hundred dollars per bottle.” I nearly hyperventilate.

He doesn’t even bother to respond. He simply nods.

“Is this the most expensive champagne out there?”

“Nah,” he replies casually.

“What do you mean? There’s more expensive than this?”

“Yup. I was trying to get my hands on a few cases of the Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon Charles & Diana 1961 when they did a re-release, but it was impossible to get. Even at four thousand three hundred dollars per bottle they were sold out in a flash.”

I stare at him, incredulous about what he’s just shared. I can’t even start to imagine spending this much on champagne.

“Well, in that case, I’ll make sure to enjoy and appreciate every drop.” I finish off my glass.

He bursts out laughing at my expression. “I’ve worked hard for this money, Sofia. I’m not one of those rich kids who had a silver spoon in his mouth and a billion-dollar company handed to him when he turned twenty-one. I’ve shared with you my many failures and I’ve struggled a lot to get to this point, but I’ve finally arrived and I make sure to enjoy my billions.”

I can’t blame him. If I had his level of success and I worked for it, I’d also gladly enjoy it.

“My mentor told me no matter how much you earn, always give back. I’ve taken his advice to heart and I’ve always given back to projects that enrich people’s lives. I know what it means to go without and now I can help people who were born in countries where clean water is still a luxury.”

A billionaire with a heart. He sounds so incredibly sexy right now.

“The more I know you, the more you impress me.”

“I didn’t share my story to impress you, Sofia. I shared this part of me with you because I don’t make excuses for having money and I don’t make excuses for lavishing the people I love with the best this world has to offer.” He reaches out to caress my cheek as he leans in closer.

My lips part at the force of his kiss. I taste the sweetness of the champagne on his lips.

“You looked way too sexy for a meeting this morning,” he says, parting from my lips to gaze into my eyes.

“Technically, I didn’t know I’d be having a meeting with you and your team. I threw on that jade dress to have breakfast with my sister—not for a briefing at your office. Had I known I’d be summoned, I would have had the decency to wear a bra.” I fully expect a reaction from him.

He coughs. “You weren’t wearing a bra?” He narrows his blue eyes before raising his eyebrows as he sizes me up. He smiles as he combs back his thick head of hair with his masculine hands.

“No. I usually don’t because the pleated front panel hides everything, even when I get excited or cold and my nipples start protruding through the fabric.” I grin.  

“You’re a bad girl for toying with me like this, Sofia.”

“What?” I ask in an innocent voice. “You’re the one who started this.”

“You’re right, and I’ll make sure to finish you off nicely.” His eyes flash dangerously as he pulls me near him.

“So are you going to fuck me slow or hard and fast tonight?”

He doesn’t bother answering. He stands up, pulls me out of my chair and yanks me over his shoulder. I feel like such a lightweight when he lifts me up so effortlessly like this. He crosses his penthouse in the direction of his bedroom.

“I thought we weren’t going to make it to the bedroom,” I say provocatively.

“Hush, woman. I’m reserving my strength to fuck you hard for being so cocky tonight.” He punctuates his sentence by slapping my ass.

When we arrive in his room, I fully expect he’ll throw my body down on the mattress and pounce on me like a tiger, but instead he delicately drops me on my feet.

“That’s it?” I dare to ask.

He grabs me by the back of my neck, forcing me close to his body. His erection presses against my body, hard and ready, and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. He slowly peels off my t-shirt before unhooking my matching yellow bra, allowing my erect nipples some relief.

“Ahhh,” I moan, as he squeezes my nipples with his fingers.

He drums his fingers down my stomach before sliding his hands under my tight jeans in search of some pleasure. He rips off my denims, frustrated by the tightness of my jeans, which prevents him from accessing my wetness. He pushes his finger deep inside me before removing it slowly and licking off my juices.

“You taste so sweet. Now take the panties off,” he commands.

I wiggle my way out of my yellow lace thong as he rips off his tie, shirt and pants. I reach out to touch his warm skin. My fingers run down to his waist to pull down his boxer briefs, revealing his massive erection.

“I want to put your cock deep inside my mouth, suck you and make you come inside my warm mouth.” I’m too short without my heels to read his expression, but I know from the way he tugs at my hair he’s as turned on as I am.

“Sofia.” My name is a low growl, a warning and a promise all wrapped into one word.

He reaches to grab my ass and pulls me up. I straddle him and cling onto him tightly. The bright New York City lights allow me to see his eyes roaring with heat and I know it’s more than a promise. Bryce will dominate me and leave my pussy begging for more.

I press my lips to his. My tongue caresses his lips, demanding they part for me, and I slide my tongue in search of his. Our tongues meet in a heated and sensual exchange. I’ve never wanted him as much as I want him now. I desperately need the sweet release Bryce can provide me.

I reach down and grab his erect cock in my hand. I’m in an awkward position and can’t satisfy him by expertly stroking his shaft, but I can hold him and feel his masculinity as our tongues dance. He picks up on my cue and slowly sways his hips as I grip his cock tighter, stroking roughly because of my tricky position.

He lowers me, lays me on the bed and spreads my legs wide. I immediately reach out to grab his cock and bring it to my throbbing pussy. He grabs my hand, forcing his cock to rub against my hardening clit.

“God, that feels so good,” I moan.

He slides his other hand down my thigh. My juices coat his hand the second he reaches for my pussy, and when my body trembles, I dig my fingers into his forearms.

“Christ,” he groans as he tilts his head back.

There’s something different about my desire for him tonight. This new level of passion is pure, raw and unapologetic. Every single time he takes me, he removes one layer of what I thought I knew about myself.

He stops moving and breathes heavily. He moves my hand aside, grabs his cock and slides it deep inside me. He grabs my hips to steady my body and pounds into me hard and fast. His rhythm is nearly frantic, as if this was our first night together. There’s nothing soft or sweet about the way our skin slaps together and my cries are swallowed by his hungry kisses.

He rams through me until my body caves in. I hit my orgasmic peak with a moan as I drag my fingernails down his back. He rides me until he reaches his own release, slamming into me one more time before withdrawing his cock and placing it on top of my stomach. He comes all over my body as he let out another roar. He reaches down and rubs his cream all over my stomach before extending his finger towards my mouth. I open without hesitation and lick his finger first and then his entire hand.

“Come on, let’s take a shower together,” he says as he pulls me onto my feet.

We stand under the showerhead, intertwined. He runs his fingers through my wet hair. My eyes are closed as I feel the gentleness of his kiss on my lips. I feel so completely in love with him. I thought I had fallen in love in the past, but never like this. Bryce owns me, it’s like I’m branded to him. When I’m with him, nothing else matters and when we’re apart, my heart aches for us to be together again.

After our shower, I run to his room and jump back into my yellow lace bra and panties. He walks in the room as I’m about to grab my tee shirt and jeans.

“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m starved. Let’s go see what we can find in my fridge and then I’ll fuck you again.” He shoots a wicked smirk my way, and my cheeks flush. “What, you didn’t think I’d be satisfied with only one round after all this talk of you not wearing a bra for our morning meeting, did you?” He grabs my hand and drags me to the kitchen.

“I can’t believe you’re going to eat naked and I’m shocked you’re forcing me to eat in my underwear.”

“I’m naked so you’ll know when I’m ready for you again.” He winks at me and flashes me a smile. “Blushing?”

I lower my eyes, still unable to get used to how much this guy’s so into me. “Yes, Bryce. You make me blush. Your appetite for me always surprises me.”

“I happen to enjoy being with you in every possible way, Sofia. I suggest you get used to it,” he says, looking down at me with his piercing blue eyes.

Bryce is a master at reheating food, but that’s as far as his culinary skills go. I’m amused observing him maneuver in his own kitchen like a guest in someone’s home. Since he wasn’t the one to unpack his belongings from Silicon Valley, he’s forced to play the guessing game to find out where his housekeeper stored things.

“You really have people do everything for you, don’t you?”

“I can afford that luxury. I amuse you, don’t I? Don’t worry, I’ll have this entire place figured out within the next seventy-two hours.”

I laugh and grab the plate of warm food he hands me. “Thank you, sir.”

“I hate microwaves, but man, can I ever reheat on this stovetop.”

“You make me laugh.”

He holds my gaze and I can tell his mood has changed.

“What?”

“Is this underwear set something I got you in Paris?” He’s suddenly very fascinated by my yellow bra.

“No, you didn’t pick a yellow set. I bought this in Puerto Rico during my last business trip with Dennis. I love how Latina women never shy away from bright colors. It’s harder to find this color here in New York.”

“I love how transparent the bra is because it shows off your perfect nipples.”

“Why do I have a feeling I’m not going to even have time to take a bite of this food?”

“Right now, I’d rather eat your pussy than a plate of food and I’m pretty sure my cock would be a whole lot more satisfying.”

His eyes are devouring my breasts as he circles the granite island that separates us. As he walks towards me, his erection is unmistakably ready and impressive.

“Baby, I want you,” he murmurs, his eyes hot and his voice silky.   

I concede without a fight because it’s obvious that food is the last thing on his mind right now. I press my face into his neck and wrap my arms around him. He gently lifts me off the bench and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses along my face and neck, each kiss softer than the last one. It is dramatically different from the kisses we shared thirty minutes ago in his bedroom.