Coerced (Billionaire romance): Blackmailed by the Billionaire (Buchanan Romance Book 1) Page 6

  Everywhere she looked, there was something sexual going on. The dance floor writhed with bodies, some nearly naked, and in darkened alcoves and hallways, actual sexual acts were happening.

  She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth in shock.

  “Where are we?”

  Sutton grinned. “Welcome to Malvagio, my sweet pet.”

  She swung her startled gaze back to Sutton. “Malvagio? What is that?”

  “It’s Italian for wicked. It’s a place owned by my cousins and currently for sale, though I heard they might have an eager buyer.” He shrugged. “Personally, I feel they should hold onto it. Business-wise, it’s a solid investment.”

  She swallowed, stammering, “B-business?”

  “Yes. It’s a membership-only club and the invitations are highly exclusive. It costs a small fortune to gain a membership, too but as you can see, everyone is having a good time, which makes procuring an invitation, a highly sought-after opportunity.”

  “Why would anyone want to come here?” she asked, her cheeks burning with heat but she couldn’t possibly admit that being surrounded by sex of all sorts was doing strange things to her insides.

  She squirmed covertly but damn Sutton for having the eyes of a hawk.

  He leaned forward. “Do you like to watch?”

  She shook her head but her wandering gaze betrayed her when she settled with fascination on a couple actively engaged.

  Try as she might, she couldn’t drag her gaze away. Sutton leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Look how well she takes his cock in her mouth. He’s about to come. Do you think she’ll swallow?” Her breath hitched in her chest painfully. He chuckled. “I enjoy watching you swallow my load. Very sexy. And you’re a natural.”

  Elizabeth ducked her head, immensely out of sorts. Normal people didn’t talk like this, did they?

  She couldn’t imagine her parents ever talking like this.

  Ugh.

  The very idea was like ice-water on her arousal.

  “What are we doing here?” she asked, strangled. “I want to leave.”

  “Nonsense. We’ve only just arrived. Let’s have a drink to loosen things up.”

  “I don’t drink.”

  Sutton sighed with annoyance. “Well, you’re going to start. You could use a little grease on the wheels.”

  “If you aren’t willing to do something sober, you shouldn’t be willing to do it drunk.”

  He laughed at her prim statement and she actually felt stupid for saying it.

  She did sound like a prude. One drink wouldn’t hurt and maybe he was right, a drink might help relax her.

  A barely dressed cocktail waitress with pert breasts and a cute ass — basically the exact opposite of everything Elizabeth thought of herself — slinked up to the table and laid a deep kiss on Sutton right in front of her!

  “I didn’t expect you tonight,” she purred. “What do we owe the pleasure?”

  “Sapphire, you gorgeous thing, I can’t stay away for long, you know that about me.”

  “You Buchanans are legendary,” she giggled, only then allowing her gaze to slide to Elizabeth, boldly assessing her. “Who is your friend?”

  “Venus,” he answered smoothly, shocking Elizabeth with the false name.

  Sapphire nodded as if approving. “With those rocking curves and glorious tits, it suits. Are you sharing tonight?”

  Elizabeth’s gaze widened, scared of his answer.

  Please God, no!

  Sutton regarded her with open amusement, knowing that she was twisting with anxiety.

  Finally, he shrugged and said noncommittally, “Maybe. Depends on my mood. For now, bring us some champagne; we’re celebrating tonight.”

  “The bottle?”

  He grinned. “Why not.”

  “Yes, sir.” She looked to Elizabeth. “You’re a lucky lady. This one never disappoints.”

  “You flatter me,” Sutton said with false modesty and Elizabeth wanted to roll her eyes so hard she saw her brain.

  As if Sutton had a modest bone in his over-privileged body!

  Sapphire pranced off, searing a vision of her perfect ass into Elizabeth’s memory and Sutton leaned forward, sealing his mouth to hers in a shocking move.

  He swept her mouth with his tongue, reminding her of everything he was capable and she was instantly wet, much to her chagrin.

  And to make matters worse, his hand was soon up her dress, feeling that moist heat.

  “That’s my girl,” he said with warm approval. “You play a good game but deep down, you are a dirty girl. I like that about you.”

  She squirmed and tried to push his hand away. “You said you wouldn’t embarrass me,” she reminded him, her gaze darting though no one was paying a lick of attention to them.

  Sutton laughed and withdrew his hand. “I did say that.” But then he slid his finger beneath his nose and inhaled with a hearty sigh. “God, I love the smell of your pussy. Sweet like sugar.”

  Her cheeks burned but a small, very private part of herself, thrilled at his open appreciation of something so personal as her own scent.

  She’d never known that men enjoyed such things. The topic never actually popped up in her artist circles, which was essentially her entire universe.

  This place though, the wild hedonism, sparked something deep inside her, something she never would’ve entertained or allowed in her former life.

  It was decadent and primal and she was immediately drawn to the idea of painting something that captured the spirit of Malvagio.

  Something sensual, something…deeply erotic.

  What are you doing?

  Painting something that represented Malvagio wasn’t going to win her any awards or respect for that matter.

  She reined in her quickly burgeoning imagination with an iron fist. Stiffening her spine as she reminded herself that at the end of the day she had to hold onto what made up who she was deep inside, no matter what Sutton Buchanan exposed her to.

  Even as she gave herself that little stern reminder, a part of her yearned to be as sexually adventurous as the people she saw freely engaging in whatever grabbed their fancy.

  It wasn’t just the sex part though, it was the confidence that tugged at her.

  To be that confident…that was the thing that she actually yearned for and she’d quietly given up on, choosing instead to pour herself into her art.

  Abruptly, she turned to Sutton and asked, “Did you even see my art?”

  Sutton lounged, looking like a giant sexy jungle cat with nothing better on his agenda than openly judging others as they walked by, and she wished she’d kept the question to herself.

  “No,” he answered without shame. “Would you like me to see it?”

  She bit her lip.

  The quick answer that jumped to mind was a fearful NO! but a different part of her, apparently the part of her that had control of her mouth answered with a tremulous, “Yes” and she knew there was something between them — something she didn’t want but something she equally couldn’t fight.

  “Then I will see it,” he said, flashing a brief, seductive smile before handing her a glass of champagne. He lifted his glass and encouraged her to do the same. “To discovering deeper facets within ourselves through the wanton application of mutually enjoyable depravity.”

  She lifted the glass to her lips and drank, her gaze flitting away from the intense desire she saw reflected in his eyes.

  How had she landed her?

  Would she escape unscathed?

  Something told her…doubtful.

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  Sutton finished his champagne and watched with pleasure as his pet sipped at hers, her wide-eyed gaze taking in the sights and sounds of the decadent private club.

  She would never admit it but she was intrigued, perhaps even aroused by the salacious nature of what she saw.

  “See something you like?” he asked, smirking when she shot him a distasteful look. He
laughed. “You are adorably repressed. Tell me what made you hate your own desires? Were you touched inappropriately by an uncle? Or perhaps daddy?”

  Elizabeth gasped. “God no! My father was a moral man and a good father. He would never have touched me in anyway that wasn’t appropriate and I didn’t have any uncles.”

  “What then? Something must’ve happened to turn such a luscious sex pot into a shriveled prude.”

  “I am not shriveled,” Elizabeth protested with a scowl. “Just because I believe in love and monogamy doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”

  Intrigued, he leaned forward. “So you’re saying that it’s not the sex itself that scares you off but rather the idea of sharing that quality of yourself with others?”

  Elizabeth hesitated, as if unsure if she wanted to reveal more about herself than she already had but in the end, she nodded slowly before lifting her glass and finishing off her champagne.

  Seconds later, her hand flew to her mouth as she unexpectedly burped. “Oh! Excuse me!”

  Sutton laughed. “It’s the bubbles. You should never slam champagne. It’s for sipping, my sweet girl.”

  “Oh. Well, I don’t have a lot of experience with alcohol,” she sniffed, mildly embarrassed as she set her glass on the table, her hands clasped together as if she didn’t know what to do next.

  Sutton decided for her.

  “Come. I have something I think you will enjoy.”

  He grasped her hand and pulled her with him as they wound their way past the dancing couples, past a few people kissing passionately in the halls and into a special room, one of his favorites.

  “Where—“

  “Shhhhh,” he said putting his finger to her lips to silence her, then he pointed out that they were not alone.

  The room was set up for voyeurs, people who got off by watching a private show.

  There was a sheer drape that separated the two halves of the dimly lit room, both sides decked out with sensual bedding and comfortable, overstuffed chairs.

  It was then Elizabeth saw the couple on the other side of the drape, naked and writhing on the bed.

  She stumbled back as if to escape but Sutton caught her, pulling her close.

  Her sweet rump pressed against his groin and he was quickly reminded by how visceral and primal his attraction to her was.

  An immediate erection pushed against his trousers, making itself known to Elizabeth as her breath hitched.

  “Look at what you do to me,” he chuckled with a subtle strain, his voice at her ear.

  She shuddered and stiffened, as if fighting her own reaction.

  He understood the need to remain in control, he fought the same battle but he was determined to win.

  “I don’t want to watch other people,” she whispered furiously but she couldn’t quite stop the anxious squirm, inadvertently pressing her generous ass against his pulsing cock.

  He flattened his palm against the heat of her pubic mound and pressed, eliciting a tiny moan as she softened a little. “You don’t know what you want, my sweet peach.”

  “This isn’t right,” she protested weakly, her breath quickening. “This is…invasion of privacy!”

  Sutton chuckled and decided to enlighten her so she could relax and enjoy the show.

  “Couples who come into this room are exhibitionists. They get off knowing that others are watching. If someone wasn’t watching, they’d be sorely disappointed.”

  “Why would someone want…”

  And then her breath caught and he sensed she was arrested by the display even as she was repelled by it.

  Oh, his little pet had much to learn.

  To aid her, Sutton began to slowly rub her mound, creating just the tiniest bit of heat as he increased the pressure. Elizabeth’s spine lost its rigidity and she sank against him, panting a little as he teased her.

  “Watch.”

  It was a simple command but it seemed what she needed to give herself permission to enjoy what she was seeing.

  A low moan escaped her lips and he nearly shuddered with need.

  He wanted to bend her over and take her right that second but he knew he had to wait, had to stoke the fires just a bit higher before he buried himself in her heat.

  “Oh, I’m betting she’s a screamer,” he murmured with a chuckle. “She’s going to get loud. How lucky for us.”

  And true to his prediction, the woman began to groan, then as her partner began to really pound into her, her groans became animalistic grunts and primal screams as she gleefully accepted every punishing thrust, pushing against her man for deeper penetration.

  The man was hung nicely, his fat and veiny cock, slick with juices slid in and out of that hot sheath like a piston ramming into an oiled box, creating friction and heat, and Sutton was beginning to lose the grip on his own control.

  God, he wanted to do that to Elizabeth.

  He wanted to feel her little cunt clasping around his cock, sucking the milk from his shaft, drawing his seed deep inside her.

  And he could wait no longer.

  Fuck his control.

  Pushing her forward, he lifted her dress and reveled in the beautiful sight of her ass, all plump and generous, a soft sensual pillow reserved just for him, and wasted no time in releasing his cock.

  He couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the ravenous hunger propelling him to TAKE ELIZABETH HARD AND FAST and so that’s just what he did.

  Sutton buried himself into his sweet little pet, delighting with open abandon how she gasped and groaned as he ground himself against her, bending her over the nearest surface, which happened to be an ornate pillowy divan.

  But as he pounded into her, he gripped a handful of her glorious blond hair — like burying his hand in volumes of cornsilk — and wrenched her head back so that she couldn’t escape the visual imagery of the other couple fucking while he railed her quivering pussy.

  “I want you to catch every detail,” he commanded, his voice a harsh rasp as he fought to hold onto his legendary control.

  But the sensations pounding through his body were too much to handle, too much to absorb at once and seconds after Elizabeth came, he followed, flooding her sheath with jets of hot cream until he was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, exhausted.

  Holy fuck. What was it about Elizabeth that he couldn’t seem to shake?

  Sutton withdrew his cock and shook it gently then tucked it back into his trousers.

  But before Elizabeth could escape to the private restroom, he pulled her into his arms and sealed his mouth to hers.

  “You have a magical pussy,” he murmured with a wry chuckle.

  “That’s a weird compliment,” Elizabeth replied with a soft shake of her head.

  He gave her that and shrugged. “Seems to be the only answer I can come up with.”

  “Come up for what?”

  His gaze roamed her face, a face that was becoming more beautiful to him by the moment, and said, “For the fact that I can’t seem to get enough.” Then, he kissed her hard before releasing her. “Now go wash up. Time to head home. I have a meeting in the morning that I can’t miss.”

  He slapped her generous ass as she hurried by and he grinned at the tiny yelp that she couldn’t stop. Even the scowl she sent him was adorable.

  A heartbeat later, when his grin was still plastered on his face, he realized, he needed to get his shit together. What was happening to him?

  She was his play toy. His little fun distraction.

  Best to keep that in mind before something terrible happened…

  Like — horror of all horrors — he actually fell for the girl.

  Scary thought, that.

  Scary, indeed!

  ***

  Elizabeth walked blearily into the apartment, yawning with each step. She was exhausted! And she was a bit sore if she was being honest but she’d never admit that to Sutton. The embarrassment would kill her.

  But try as she might, she couldn’t quite stop the gingerly step as she walk
ed into the bedroom and Sutton caught it.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

  Her cheeks flamed but she denied any pain. “I’m fine. I just want to go to bed.”

  But he didn’t believe her. “Undress and lie on the bed.”

  Alarmed that he might want sex again, she whimpered and shook her head, admitting in a panic, “Please no, I’m…a little sore.”

  “So you lied to me.”

  Elizabeth bit her lip and nodded, adding with the tiniest spurt of spirit she had left, “Yes, well, pardon me for not being so forthcoming about something that’s so embarrassing!”

  To his credit, he simply chuckled at her outburst. “Come.” He held his hand out to her and they walked into the bathroom, where he started the water in the immense bathtub. He watched her with banked interest. “Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

  She wanted to deny any enjoyment but she wasn’t that good of a liar and she was too tired to try. “You know I did,” she finally answered glumly. “Why do you have to go out of your way to poke at me?” The words had escaped her mouth before she realized her mistake and she groaned as Sutton laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

  And her cheeks flamed even hotter, if that were even possible.

  “Come, you’re exhausted and not thinking straight but I like it when your mouth runs away with you. I think that’s how I can get true honesty out of you.”

  Sutton lifted her dress from her body and tossed it, then helped her into the bath.

  But when she expected him to leave her, he stripped and joined her, settling comfortably behind her, filling his hands with her breasts.

  Fatigue overrode her good sense and she sank against him.

  It was late and all she wanted was to climb into bed but there was something nice about being in Sutton’s arms like this that she couldn’t quite name.

  “Why me?” she asked drowsily, slowly succumbing to the sense of lethargy dragging on her eyelids.

  Sutton gently washed her breasts, sliding the soft cotton washcloth over her shoulders and across her belly.

  “I don’t know,” he answered and she heard the slight frown in his voice. “I just know that I have to have you. You’re like a drug in my system and I can’t get enough.”

  Warmth suffused her body and it had nothing to do with the heat of the bath.