Page 20 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

He smiles then clinks our glasses. "Here's to being courageous enough to speak the truth.

Bottoms up, Baby." He tips his glass up and drains it, and I do the same.

He takes my empty flute and sets them both down on the table.

When he looks back into my eyes, his look is hungry and raw.

He opens my fur and cups my breast. His cold hand draws my nipple uptight, and he pinches it.

He puts his mouth on my ear and hums. Every part of me tingles.

He plays with my nipple, rolling it around with his thumb as his breath blows soft in my ear.

My breath becomes shallow, and my hands reach for him, but his cock is protected.

He pushes the coat off my shoulders and down my arms, binding them, forcing me to arch my back and push my tits to his waiting mouth.

He sucks one then the other. He latches on, sucking hard.

My head falls back, and I moan, loud and long.

He pulls my coat back up and hides my body from his view.

His sexy grin spreads across his face, then he takes a step back and reaches for the Champagne bottle.

"Now that's the way a whore should moan for her man. "

I stare at him with eyes full of lust, and I feel like a wanton. "That's just mean, Mr. Moore," I whisper.

"Is it?" He chuckles as he raises his eyebrows.

"Yes. Making me feel it, want it, confess it, own it, then leave it exposed and vulnerable. That's just mean."

He smiles as he fills our glasses, then he hands one back to me. "It's not meanness. It's honesty, and it's refreshing, don't you think?" I give him a 'go-to hell' look, and he laughs, then salutes me. "Here's to honesty." He puts the champagne to his lips and drinks.

I shake my head and lick my lips, annoyed and a little confused. "Here's to keeping it real. Thanks." I roll my eyes.

He smiles down at me, then grabs my hair and pulls me roughly to him.

My first reflex is to snatch back and fight, but I know better.

His use of power isn't about hurting me.

It's about dominating me. My eyes spitfire, but my body falls on him.

"I realize what you said is true. It doesn't really matter what we know to be the truth.

People will continue to judge you based on what you do for a living.

Until that changes, their perception won't."

"Yeee'p'." I sass him.

"And you do what you do because you are a whore at heart."

"Yeee'p'."

"Then there is only one distinction that needs to be made."

"Yeah. What is that?"

"There's a big difference between being A whore and being MY whore.

The first person who needs to learn the difference is you.

" My eyes find his, and my wildness flashes him.

He pulls my face up to his by my neck. His fingers close around my throat, and I see his golden hand slide in the elevator.

"Tonight, you're the Bastard Son of Thor's whore.

I'm taking what I want, when I want, how I want.

" He releases me, and I stagger back a step.

He raises his glass and salutes us. "Bottoms up, Wild Thang.

We've got a long night ahead." His expression as he looks at me over the rim of his glass before he drains it says I'm the most beautiful girl in the world, and I am about to forget my own name.

I stand there staring at him, trying to decide if I'm pissed or not, but either way, my body is hot and needy for him.

He picks his helmet up, and I see the laughter in his eyes as he slides it back on.

I toss the gold bubbly back, and he hands me both his glass and the bottle of champagne.

I take them as a smirk plays with my mouth.

The alcohol is making me giddy, and I can't stay angry when he looks so fucking fine in that gear!

He moves his cape to the front, drops his ass, and says.

"Get on. Tonight your goddess training begins. "

"Fuck yeah!" I jump on.

"That's my good girl."

"Umm. You are a fucking fine feast. You Bastard!

" I smell his intoxicating scent mixing with the leather from the armor.

I lick, nibble, and bite his back while he carries me across the grass.

"This is no longer called a piggyback ride.

Why did they name it that anyway? Pigs don't carry anything on their backs.

Geez! We will forevermore refer to this as a bareback ride.

Get it? Bareback, bare back, Bare back."

He laughs. "I get it, Tipsy Thang."

Once inside, he deposits me on the bed and says. "Stay."

I crawl to the center and sit cross-legged, being a quiet kitten as he closes the curtains on the bed. He releases the last panel of fabric, and as it falls, I say. "Meow."

I hear his chuckle from behind it as what little light that came through the French doors is completely blocked now.

"That's better. I like your sexy kitten.

" Sitting in the dark, listening to his armor clink as he walks back to the French doors, I hear him closing them.

On the third one, I hear the synchronized bolts slide and lock, then the beep from the security system as it is armed.

I strain to hear him, but I only hear complete silence and my own breathing. Suddenly it feels like a Bear Cave, and I hear my own rapid heart beating too. "Aurei?" I ask, and my voice sounds like a little girl's who is afraid.

"I'm right here, Baby Thang. Do you need some light?"

"Yes, please." I answer truthfully. I look up to the ceiling as it illuminates and the clouds in the mosaic of Heaven overhead appear to float by. "Ah! That's better." I fall backward and bounce softly. "Your heaven is beautiful." I tell him.

"You are beautiful."

"You are sweet."

"You are the sweetest one."

"That's right!" I giggle. I lay staring at the ceiling. It really looks 3D. How did they do that? "Aurei?"

"Yes, Sweet Thang?"

"This would have turned out so different if we had come here as planned, rather than the way it happened. You really never know how your life will turn out. You just have to own what happens and own your moments." I smile. "And own who you really are."

"That's right." He says fast, and I giggle again.

"We own us too, don't we?"

"Yes, we do." He says from across the room.

"Our lives are so different! Yet here we are. We are perfect for each other, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are."

Bea Miller's song starts to play in my mind, and I hum it, tapping my feet, then my hands on the bed to the beat. "Fire and Gold, Baby. That's us! I'm fire and you're gold." I focus on the gold word Heaven. "We are undeniable, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are."

"Promise?"

"I promise you. You are collared and claimed."

"Good. Cause I fucking love you to the stars and back! And I'm ready to launch into Heaven. Bring on the Bastard!"

He chuckles. "Do you need some music?"

"Yes. Please!"

"Hang on. I'll turn some on."

Marvin Gaye starts to sing, "Let's Get It On."

"Oooo. Let's Get It On." I sing with him, then I ask. "What's taking so long?"

"I'm going to film us."

"Oh Fucking Yeah! I'll wait for that."

He laughs, then says. "Are you ready?"

"I was born ready! COME FUCK ME TO HEAVEN."

I hear his chest plate unlatch. The sound stirs my heart and it begins to pound even harder.

He throws it over the side. It hooks the post and hangs.

I'm reminded of unsaddling a horse and I see Caesar in his wild state as he reared up and pawed the air.

As soon as I hear the bottoms coming off, I call to him. "Leave the helmet on."

He chuckles softly again behind the curtain, then they begin to withdraw in unison to reveal Aurei standing at the foot of the bed.

I sit up to see his body silhouetted by the lights.

He is massive, mounds of manliness! I'm overwhelmed with emotions and in complete awe of him!

He is nothing less than sculpted perfection!

He takes a sheer curtain at the corner post, twirls it around and around, making it into a tight spiral.

On the end, he ties a slip knot and lays it neatly on the bed.

He circles around, repeating the process.

Then he commands me. "Lay down on your back in the center of the bed.

For the entire night, you are to look only up at the picture of Heaven above you or close your eyes and feel. Do you understand?"

I obey and whisper. "Meow."

I see his smile behind the helmet. "I'm going to make the stars dance for you when I take you. I'm going to show you what both being my whore and being in my Heaven means. You're gonna feel it, want it, confess it, own it, and love it."

"Is this the Bastard speaking or Aurei Moore?"

He chuckles. "They are one in the same. Prepare for Heaven. Prepare to come undone."