Bought By The Billionaire Brothers 3: (BBW Billionaire Erotica) (Secrets and Lies) Read online

  She remembered herself and tried to pull away. “I’m fine,” she lied with a bright, completely sauced smile. “It’s these damn shoes that are the problem. I don’t know who can seriously walk in these without becoming crippled. I think I saw these shoes in a Chinese museum where they deformed the women’s feet. No women’s rights in ancient China, that’s for sure. And really, why do women perpetuate this need to torture themselves for the sake of a man’s pleasure? I’ve never seen men walking around in these torture devices, that’s for sure.”

  “That’s because men don’t have the lovely shape of a woman’s calf, which is accentuated by a heel. I know for a fact, I would look quite ugly in a heel. However, your calves for example,” he said, his voice caressing her as if they were the only people in the room “are round and soft, with just the right amount of flesh around the bone. When I see your legs, they make my eye want to travel higher to the plump curves of your inner thighs and then higher to the sweet junction between your legs. Then of course, I can’t help but wonder…are you smooth and bare or do you have soft, springy curls covering that sweet pussy of yours?”

  She swallowed, unable to tear her gaze away from his. Had he just…oh God, yes he had. And she was ten times the bad person that her senses had gone absolutely nuts with yearning at the thought of his dark head nestled between her thighs, feasting on her dewed folds. She remembered herself with difficulty, stammering. “I…I don’t think this is an appropriate kind of conversation to have with you,” she said, though secretly she wondered what it’d be like to lose herself in the arms of the Buchanan bad boy. Was he rough or sweet, perhaps a combination of both?

  “Inappropriate? I don’t know, seems highly hypocritical to stand on moral judgments when, in fact, you sold yourself to my brothers.”

  She pulled back, stung. Ouch. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could say to that so she simply lifted her chin with the intent to walk away — even if her gait was a bit unsteady — with as much dignity as she could muster. However, she was shocked to see Vince staring their way, displeasure written all over his face. He wasn’t even pretending not to care or notice. In fact, he’d started to head their way. “You’d better leave,” she warned Dillon, not wanting to see the brothers fight. Vince’s eyes flashed with raw anger and possession, something Penny had never seen before. It scared and thrilled her at the same time.

  “I believe you’ve had enough of the evening’s revelry,” Vince stated curtly to her, though his gaze was centered squarely on Dillon. “Be wary of my brother, Penny. He only wants what he cannot have and if by chance, he gets what he wants, his attention span is worse than a five-year-old child’s. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

  “Funny, that’s exactly how I’ve thought of you and Nolan,” Dillon said, smiling. “But perhaps you shouldn’t leave your pet unattended for so long. I’d hate to see her get eaten by one of the many wolves walking around this party.”

  “The only wolf I’m worried about is you. Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from Penny.”

  “If you have no interest in sharing, why bring her to this party at all?”

  That was an excellent question, Penny realized and waited to see how Vince would answer.

  “Butt out of our business,” Vince retorted coolly. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to meddle in? You’ve been gone a long time; surely, there’s someone you enjoyed toying with when you still lived here. What was her name? Belinda? Bonnie?” Vince smiled as Dillon’s expression darkened. “Ah, I guess you’re not interested in revisiting the past, is that it? Not that I blame you. Can’t say that particular arrangement had ended well at all.”

  “Careful little brother,” Dillon chuckled but there was a raw darkness clinging to the edge of the seemingly innocuous sound. “Clumsy fingers holding sharp rocks inside glass houses are rarely a good mix.” Then he looked directly at Penny and said, “Speaking of the past…perhaps you should ask Vince about Isabel. That’s a good bedtime story — one filled with just the sort of sordid twists and turns that you may enjoy.”

  Vince blanched first with shock then something else that Penny couldn’t rightly define but made her uncomfortable. The tension between the two men was electric. She was a living, breathing buffer between them, a female shield made of flesh, bone and jumping nerves. But aside from the obvious, she had a bigger problem. She realized with a twist of agony that she was horribly aroused but she didn’t know by whom.

  Penny shivered and Vince mistook her reaction for one of fear. Oh, if only it was simply fear. There was something dark and dangerous about Dillon and that unknown quality pulled and teased at her innermost secret places, places she hadn’t even known existed until he showed up. And, if she were honest, that was the thing that scared her. Scared her silly. She needed to get away from Dillon. Immediately. “Please take me home,” she begged of Vince, desperate to put her feet back on firmer ground. “I don’t want to be here any more.”

  Her plea cut through Vince’s simmering fury and he softened in the face of her request. Mindless of the people milling about, Vince pulled Penny close and allowed his hand to possessively roam her backside until his palm rested on her behind. He squeezed the plump flesh and caused her to gasp just as he savagely took her mouth. He plunged his tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting of scotch and sin, and she melted against him. She blissfully forgot about Dillon — hell, the entire room — and simply accepted the public display of affection as if it were perfectly normal for them to show the world they were connected romantically. Vince pulled away with a satisfied, almost smug smile that was directed at Dillon. “I think I will accompany you tonight,” he said. “It’s been too long since I’ve tasted that perfect body of yours.” He grasped her hand and with a final smirk at Dillon, they left the party.

  #

  Vince was a wreck. He didn’t care that he’d outed himself and possibly created deep ripples for himself and Nolan by molesting Penny in front of anyone who had eyes to see but something dark and vicious had ripped through him when he’d seen Dillon cozying up to Penny as if he were leaning in for the kill. Dillon, the bastard, how dare he come into their lives and threaten everything they held dear. Fuck him and the horse he rode in on, thought Vince savagely as they climbed into the dark privacy of the limousine. “Drive,” he barked to the driver. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”

  “Yes sir,” the driver answered as the privacy glass slid into place, sealing the cab of the expansive luxury car into a moving private room with Italian leather and a fully stocked bar, which Vince helped himself to as the car began to pull away from the curb.

  He downed the quick shot of whiskey and then closed his eyes, his blood still simmering.

  “Vince?”

  Penny’s tremulous voice cut through his fury and he opened his eyes to regard the beautiful, succulent woman sitting nervously beside him. God, she was hot. Her tits were something out of his wettest dreams and her wide, rounded hips were made for a man’s cock. Just looking at her made his blood quicken and his cock harden within his trousers. Hard to believe they were lucky enough to call her theirs. And he needed her. Badly. “Take it off,” he said hoarsely, barely able to get out the words. “I want to see those gorgeous tits right now.”

  Penny blushed — that was one of the most endearing qualities about her. She could fuck like a wild woman, yet still blush like a schoolgirl. A rare combination that he cherished that about her — and slowly peeled the designer dress from her shoulders to reveal the tight bustier pushing up her plump tits as if in offering. He smiled his approval. “You wore the black,” he said, his breath quickening at the sight of the tight black lace against her creamy skin. “And the matching panties?”

  In answer, she shimmied free of the dress to reveal, indeed, the tiny black thong that was nestled between her sweet ass cheeks and barely covered the soft thatch of curls at her pussy. He groaned and pushed at the erection tightening his drawers. Penny smiled and moved to free his
straining cock, her nimble fingers moving quickly and efficiently around the button and zipper. She descended on his cock, her warm mouth enveloping the head and shaft in a fluid movement that ripped a groan from his mouth with sudden pleasure. He watched with narrowed, lust-hazed eyes as she moved up and down, gripping his shaft just as he’d taught her, moving in tandem with her mouth as she worked him with the finesse of someone who’d been giving blow jobs for an indecent number of years instead of a shy, virginal bean counter who’d never even seen a penis four short months ago. He pulled the pin free from her hair, releasing all that beautiful glory from its artful restraints and smiled with satisfaction as it tumbled around her face, the ends tickling his balls as she continued to suck him with diligence. “God, Penny,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her hair and griping the scalp tightly. “You suck cock as if you were born to do it.” He closed his eyes, losing himself to the building waves of pleasure that started at the base of his spine and traveled an unerring path straight to every pleasure zone in his body. She teased him with slow, circuitous movements around the head and rim then plunged the tip of her tongue into the hole at the fleshy top, invading his body with that tiny, wet organ until he was panting with the extreme pleasure. He forgot about Dillon — hell, he forgot about everything — and simply enjoyed the sensation of being sucked off in royal fashion.

  “Holy fuck,” he moaned, unable to hold back. He stiffened as his toes curled inside his shoes and huge jets of cum hurtled from his shaft and down her lovely throat. She swallowed like a good girl, taking every last drop of his seed until he was limp and spent. “Fuck,” he breathed, trying to catch his breath. “Yes….”

  Penny sat back, her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade from the exertion, and he was struck by how beautiful she was. Her lush curves were still tightly contained in the lace corset, which caused her hips to flare and accentuated her generous ass. Her hair, tumbling down around her shoulders in voluptuous curls, shone in the dim light as her scent washed over him in a sensual wave. He could smell her sweet pussy and he knew she was dripping with need. The sharp scent spike a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him and he could already feel the wet, welcoming warmth of her pussy closing around his cock as he rammed it deep inside her. “Come here,” he commanded in a deceptively soft tone. She smiled sweetly and eagerly climbed on top of him. Her hot core was nestled nicely on top of his slowly recovering cock. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, bracketing her hips with his hands. He gently rubbed the front of her panties right where her little pleasure nub was situated and grinned when she gasped and leaned into his touch. “Do you like that?” When she nodded shyly, he slipped his finger beneath the lace curtain shielding his view from her pretty pussy curls and slowly pushed his finger inside her. She rocked with little thrusts against his finger but her position prevented too deep of a penetration. She made a small sound of frustration and he chuckled as he withdrew his finger before popping it into his mouth and sucking off her juices. “Just like candy,” he said, grinning right before he jerked her to him, crushing her tits against his chest. She gasped at the sudden movement, her breath quickening as he reached around and squeezed her ass cheek. Without warning, Dillon reentered his mind and he saw the way his brother had been openly flirting with Penny. That rage that’d been soothed by Penny’s sweet mouth, suddenly returned, only this time it was sharpened by the need to fuck her hard. He reached behind and ripped her corset open, popping the delicate hooks in the custom-made lingerie. Her generous tits bounced free and he buried his face into the valley of those beautiful breasts. He squeezed both breasts in each palm and wasted no time in sucking a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, drawing as if he were an infant desperate for nourishment instead of a grown man, ravenous with lust.

  “Ohhhh yes,” Penny said in a sweet, breathy moan that thrilled him senseless. He loved every little noise she made when he was possessing her body. She was alternately vulnerable and shy, wild and uninhibited — nearly the perfect woman.

  If only he hadn’t seen the intrigue — however reluctant — shining in her eyes for Dillon. Yes…he’d seen it. The bastard…

  With a growl he lifted her from his lap and dropped her to the soft cushions. She made a startled squeak but he didn’t give her a chance to question and simply jerked her panties from her hips. He brought the thin scrap of lace to his nose and inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the womanly scent of pussy, and then tossed the panties to the floor without regard. He quickly shed his pants and then pulled Penny to her back, tossing one leg over his shoulder before thrusting hard inside her wet core. She cried out as he rammed his cock balls deep, groaning as he ground himself against her, forcing her to take every inch of his rock-hard shaft. He wet his finger generously and then sought out the rosebud of her behind. He slowly pushed his finger inside her ass as he fucked her hard. She cried and moaned, her hands clutching at the cushion, seeking anything to grip as he punished her body with his cock and finger, demanding every inch of her flesh to belong to him as he mercilessly drove her to the edge of that pleasure precipice and then yanked her back again, not ready to end the sinful bliss just yet. Her sheath was a nice, tight fit for the thick girth of his cock and the fact that he and his twin were the only ones to have ever fucked her was a shot of pure lust straight to his groin. “Who does this pussy belong to?” he ground out as he thrust into her so hard her tits bounced. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to!”

  A flush stole up her neck as she struggled to get the words out. She gasped in answer, “You! You!”

  “And?”

  “Nolan,” she cried out. “Oh God! Ohhhhh!”

  “That’s right,” he growled and withdrew from her honeyed core only long enough to replace his finger with his cock in her ass after he’d lubed her hole with her own copious juices. He went slowly, giving her time to adjust, but it was torture to be patient when he wanted to fuck her so hard that he left bruises. She belonged to him and Nolan! Not Dillon. He pulled her other leg over his shoulder and pushed himself deep into her ass, rolling his eyes into his head as the pleasure of such a tight fit in her taboo place squeezed his cock, almost fighting the intrusion with the ring of muscle. He moved slowly at first but soon he was thrusting like a wild man, his balls slapping against her as he rocked her body. He licked his thumb and toyed with the sensitive clit hidden within her slick folds. She gasped out, impaled on his cock, moaning and crying as he pushed her ever closer to that sweet pinnacle of total oblivion. “Say my name when you cum,” he whispered, watching with lustful satisfaction as she jerked against his thumb, stiffening as her mouth dropped open on a wail. “Say it!”

  “V-Vince!” she cried, shuddering as tears slid down her cheeks. “Vince…”

  He smiled forcefully around the building pleasure in his own body, no longer needing to hold back. A few hard thrusts into her tightness and within seconds, his own orgasm hurtled from his body, pumping his seed into her gorgeous ass. “Ahhh, my sweet, sweet Penny,” he gasped and withdrew his spent cock. He tucked his cock away and Penny dressed.

  An odd silence settled between them and Vince knew he might’ve gone too far. He knew ass play wasn’t her favorite, even though she came harder than ever whenever he forced her to take his cock there. It was part of their dynamic — he pushed her boundaries while Nolan simply worshipped her body — but there was something different about her this time. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, worried.

  “No,” she answered quietly, but there was a catch to her voice that immediately sent spikes of regret through his heart. He wouldn’t hurt Penny for the world. She was his girl. His ultimate fantasy. He would do anything to keep her happy. And safe.

  “Come here, honey,” he said, inviting her into the shelter of his arms. She went willingly, tucking her head beneath his chin and wrapping her arms around his chest. “I don’t know what came over me,” he lied. He knew exactly what’d changed his mood and it had everything to do with his older brother. “Sometimes
you bring out the animal in me,” he said, trying to lighten the mood but when she pulled away to stare at him, he knew his attempt had fallen flat. He sighed and hit the intercom, “Take us to the apartment,” he instructed.

  “You got it, boss.”

  The car slowed and then swung wide, gravel crunching under the tires and Vince could only guess where they’d traveled and how long it would take to get back.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked suddenly and she startled. He leaned forward, repeating with an intense stare. “Do you trust me?” She gazed at him, uncertainty in her eyes, but she finally nodded slowly and he let out a relieved breath as he took her hand and pulled her back to him. “Then trust me when I say that Dillon is bad news. I’d rather die than let anything happen to you. Do you hear me? I know I act a little crazy when it comes to Dillon but it’s only because I don’t want anything to ruin what we’ve got going on. I mean, you’re happy aren’t you?”

  Was that desperation in his voice? How pathetic. His fucking brother shows up on the scene and suddenly he’s regressed to that whiny twelve-year-old trailing after his older brother, begging for some quality time.

  “I’m happy,” she answered with subdued sincerity but her eyes welled. “But I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

  “I know, honey. I know. As soon as Dillon leaves town, things will go back to normal. I promise.”

  She nodded and he was pleased to see a note of relief in her expression as well. Perhaps he’d imagined the look in her eyes when she’d been around Dillon. Hell, maybe he’d overreacted. But he couldn’t be sure, not with Dillon around.