Page 110 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
I could barely form words as he alternated between deep, throat-clenching suction and teasing, butterfly-light licks. My hips tried to buck up, but his hands held me firmly in place, those capable fingers leaving bruises on my thighs that I’d cherish tomorrow.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted as he took me deeper, his throat contracting around me. The sight of Matt Caine, Vegas’ most powerful CEO, looking utterly debauched between my legs was almost as overwhelming as the physical sensation.
He pulled off again, replacing his mouth with his hand for a moment. “Come for me, pup. Show me how much you missed me.”
Then his mouth was back, and he was doing that thing with his tongue that made me see entire galaxies. My toes curled, my back arched, and pleasure built like a tsunami inside me. When he hummed again, the vibration traveling through my entire body, I was gone.
My release hit me like a supernova, my back bowing off the bed as I came with a shout of his name. Matt took everything I had to give, swallowing around me like I was his favorite vintage whiskey. His eyes never left mine as he watched me fall apart under his skilled attention.
“Holy shit,” I gasped, trembling as aftershocks rippled through me. “Your stockholders should know about that mouth of yours. Talk about adding value to assets.”
Matt crawled up my body with predatory grace, before capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and something about that primal claiming made my heart stutter in my chest.
“I save my best performances for my favorite investor,” he murmured against my lips.
“Investor?” I laughed breathlessly. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
A year ago, my world had been so different.
Sure, I had Mia—my sister, my rock, my reason for pushing forward when everything seemed impossible.
And I had Fin, my partner in chaos who’d stuck with me through every crazy scheme and late-night coding session, and Ethan, who’d somehow become the big brother I never knew I needed.
They were my foundation, my original family when I thought I’d never have one again.
But Matt… Matt was something else entirely. He’d stormed into my life like a hostile takeover, all commanding presence and unwavering determination. And somehow, between death threats and kidnappings, between witty banter and heated encounters, he’d become my everything.
“What are you thinking about, pet?” Matt’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin.
“Just wondering how I got lucky enough to land Vegas’ most eligible bachelor,” I replied, running my hands down his perfect abs. “Though I suppose landing isn’t quite the right term when you practically abducted me into your empire.”
“Strategic acquisition,” he corrected with a growl that sent heat pooling in my belly again. “Best hostile takeover I ever executed.”
“Prove it,” I challenged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Show me just how strategic this acquisition was.”
Matt’s eyes darkened dangerously. “Careful what you ask for, pup.” His voice dropped to that commanding tone that never failed to make me shiver. “I might just have to demonstrate my complete ownership rights.”
“Less talking, more—oh fuck!” My attempt at wit dissolved into a moan as he thrust into me in one smooth motion. The stretch and burn was exquisite, my body welcoming him like it was made for this—made for him.
“So eager for me,” he growled, his possessive tone sending shivers down my spine. “My perfect pet.”
He started moving with that relentless rhythm that drove me wild, each thrust precise and devastating. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he hit that spot deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“Matt,” I gasped, trying to maintain some semblance of coherence. “Your performance metrics are—ah!—exceeding expectations!”
He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. “Time for some position restructuring.” In one fluid motion, he grabbed my legs and hooked them over his shoulders, the new angle making me see entire constellations.
“Holy shit,” I whimpered as he drove even deeper. “Is this what they mean by vertical integration?”
“Always so mouthy,” he growled, his grip tightening possessively on my thighs. “Even when you’re falling apart for me.”
And I was falling apart, pleasure building so intensely I wondered if it was possible to die from it. Each thrust was deeper than the last, Matt’s cock hitting places inside me that made my toes curl and my vision blur.
“Mine,” he snarled, his control starting to slip. “All mine, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yours,” I managed between gasps. “Always yours, Matt. Only—oh God—only yours!”
The intensity between us built to impossible heights, every thrust bringing us closer to that perfect precipice. Matt’s eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, everything else fell away. There was just us—just Matt and Andy, two souls who’d found each other against all odds.
“Love you,” I gasped, my heart overflowing with emotion. “Matt, I?—”
“I know, pet,” he growled, his voice thick with feeling. “I love you too. So much.”
When we finally crashed over the edge together, it was like every star in Vegas exploded at once. Matt collapsed beside me, pulling me close as we caught our breath. My body hummed with satisfaction, my heart full to bursting.
“You know,” I murmured, tracing the lines of his dragon tattoo, “for a hostile takeover, this turned out pretty well.”
Matt chuckled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Best merger of my life.”
“Even with all the drama? The kidnappings? The death threats? My questionable coding hours?”
“Especially with all that.” His arms tightened around me. “You’re worth everything, Andy. Every crazy moment, every sleepless night, every security upgrade.”
I smiled against his chest, remembering how far we’d come. “I love you, Matt Caine. My overprotective, controlling, perfectly impossible CEO.”
“And I love you, Andy Donovan. My brilliant, stubborn, absolutely perfect brat.” He tilted my chin up, his eyes soft with emotion. “Soon to be Andy Caine.”
I snuggled deeper into Matt’s arms, safe and loved and completely his, knowing that this—us—was better than any dream I could have coded.
Some people might call it fate that brought us together, but I liked to think we’d forged our own chains, link by precious link, each moment binding us closer together until being apart was unthinkable.
“Dinner?” Matt murmured against my hair, his arms tightening around me. “Maria’s been threatening mutiny if we skip another meal.”
“Mmm, five more minutes,” I bargained, tracing the dragon on his chest. “Besides, aren’t you always telling me to savor the moment, Mr. CEO?”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through both our bodies. “Using my own words against me? Definitely keeping you, pet.”
And that was just fine with me. After all, some things were just meant to be, and Matt and I? We were definitely one of them—perfectly, wonderfully, irrevocably chained by fate.