The Billionaire’s Pawn

STRIKER

“Please, touch me.” Her words still echoed in my head.

The beating of my heart was strong and steady as she still took hold of my hand inside her pajama bottom. I could feel the softness and smoothness of her skin, and I couldn’t wait to feel the wetness between her folds as I slipped my finger into her bare pussy and ground my hard cock between the globes of her ass.

“I want you too, baby. More than just to touch you.” Fuck. I was hard as a rock, caged inside my boxers. The more she let those small broken breaths go, the more I wanted to take her from behind. “I have wanted you for so long you have no idea. So long, baby. And you don’t have to say anything.”

A gasp left her as I let my hand move lower, and I knew she was aching to be touched as I was aching to be inside her. And fuck, yeah. She was bare, smooth, and soft. When I applied a small amount of pressure over her clit, she shuddered.

I barely touched her, she was already responsive, and I couldn’t wait to hear her scream my name. It might not be today, but sooner. I guaranteed I would have her one way or another, or I would lose my sanity. I moved my finger slowly down to her slit, and I was right. She was wet, drenched. I wet my finger and began rubbing her clit, adding a little more pressure.

“Oh, God.” The words tumbled from her mouth and pushed her ass into me, and it drove me crazy inside as she knew how to bring me to the edge.

“Do you want my finger inside you, baby?” My voice was deep, low, and raspy, letting go of the matched longing of her voice.

“Yes, yes.” She was breathless. Her fingers curled into my arm, and I didn’t know whether it was a sign to take her slow or just savoring the sensation like mine.

“You’re soaked, London. For me.” When I spread the bare folds of her pussy, I slowly slipped a finger inside and let it be there unmoving, yet she grew soaked even more. I slipped further and moved my digit inside, my thumb on her clit.

She was tight. I wouldn’t wonder why they didn’t work out. Pride spread in my chest.

When I added another digit, wedging in her, she threw her head back, and I leaned in to kiss her neck, sucking the softness of skin, licking the spot as I worked my fingers in and out, pushing deeper each time. More wetness dripping, covering my fingers.

“Don’t stop, Cade.”

“I won’t.” She was so damn ready for me. If I was not thinking straight that this was about her, I could have taken her right here, right now. I could have easily ripped the clothes off her and taken what I had craved for so long.

As the tip of my cock dripped with pre-cum, I claimed her mouth, swallowing her moan, fucking her with my tongue, and she moved her hips to the rhythm of my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit back and forth.

Her back stiffened, and her moan grew louder. I knew she was close to her orgasm as I could feel her tightening around my fingers. And she became too sensitive.

I pumped into her faster, and she thrust her hips into me harder until she kissed me hard, groaning out her orgasm. I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down until she broke the kiss, throwing her head back, eyes staring up, her chest heaving, and screaming my name.

Yes! Fuck, yeah.

“You okay?” I asked as I ran my nose through her neck, planting tiny kisses until she felt ticklish while my fingers were still inside her.

She sated from her climax, turned her head to me, and met my gaze. She swallowed hard before she nodded. We stared at each other for a while before I pulled my fingers, brought them into my mouth, and licked them clean. I watched her eyes widen, and her mouth parted. She shouldn’t be my future wife if she thought I would not eat her.

I smiled at her as I dropped my hand. “Good morning.”

She was still speechless as I got up from bed. I went to the bathroom and helped myself get off my hard-on. The cold water was as painful as fuck, but I would not jack off myself while I had a woman in my bed.

When I calmed down, I went back to bed. She was already tucked with my duvet, staring at the ceiling in deep thought.

“You okay?”

“I wish you could stop asking me that.” She seemed relaxed, with no hint of regrets or shame.

“I can’t help it.”

“Did you just-”

“Gave you orgasm?” I smiled when her face and neck turned red. “You just blushed, Vanderford.”

She pressed her lips together to hide her smile.

“What? You’re not gonna look at me now?”

She bit her bottom lip as she turned to face me and held my hand. “That was hot.”

“What’s hot?”

“You know.”

“We don’t talk in cryptic, Vanderford. What? Tasting you around my fingers.”

She looked satisfied as she met my gaze. “Yeah.”

“It’s too sweet to let it go through the sink.” I barked out, laughing. “Jesus, I could have found nicer words.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“Why didn’t you let me help you?”

“It’s not a competition. We share, yes. It doesn’t matter if I give and you won’t give back. I’m fine with that as long as you smile and look happy.”

She came to me to rest her head on my lap.

“I thought you were brunette.” I found myself running my fingers through her hair.

“You don’t like this color?”

“You would be gorgeous even in purple.” My words put a smile on her face.

“You’re too kind.”

“Just telling you the truth. You’re beautiful, Vanderford. You deserve royalty, a rich, a well-educated-”

“I don’t want anyone.” A smile faded from her face. “Nothing so high and mighty than the Vanderford attached in my name.”

“We talked about this, Vanderford. And you didn’t let me finish.” I looked at her. “I was about to say, but I don’t give a shit. I want you, and I want to be your husband.”

“Considering Dad chose you. Then he must have seen something in you.” She pouted her lips.

“Oh, so just your dad.”

“You won’t get a compliment from me if you’re fishing for it.”

I chuckled as I shook my head in amusement. “I’m not fishing. I keep my ego in check, Vanderford.”

“Good.”

“Hungry? But I can’t make a mean omelet than Linden.”

“Just feed me.” She stood up in bed.

“Come.” I rose from the bed and offered my arms. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

She snaked her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. Now we were like a real couple. I could get used to this, waking up in the morning with her in my bed. I wanted nothing but to care for her needs, feed her, and be her husband.

“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked as I carried her downstairs.

“I’d like sliced fruits, bacon, pancake, egg, and um, I want coffee.”

“Okay.”

“Aren’t you going to your gym?”

“That can wait. I’ll feed you first.”

***

I went to Linus’ office after I sent London to work.

“How are you, son?” He shook my hand.

“Good. Thanks for asking.” I went to sit across from his desk.

“Where’s London? She didn’t go home last night.”

“Do you really have to ask? She was with me. That’s why I am here. She’s stressing out about the wedding. She’s having a hard time adjusting to our arrangement and living situation, and last night, she just had a nightmare.”

“Just be with her when she needs you.”

“That’s exactly what I am doing. Even if she doesn’t need me, I still want to be there for her. And here I am asking you to give us the liberty to make our own decision about the wedding.”

“No.” His one-word answer had me stiffened. “She’s the only one I got. She’s my only daughter, Striker.”

“Just hear me out first, sir.”

“Go on.” He seemed to relax.

“Just let us get married in the court or by a priest: you, my dad, our witnesses. When we can get back our footing, we can have the grand wedding you wish. Of course, even my dad wants to see his son get married to two to five hundred guests. But right now, it’s not what we want.”

“Promise me you will give her the wedding she deserves.”

“I swear to you. I want that for her too.”

“Fine.” He nodded once.

“No more surprises, sir. This wedding is just for our families.”

“So you wanna get married soon?”

“That’s what my fiancee wants. She gets it. If it’s possible, she wants it today. So, I want to sign the prenup when it’s ready.”

“You will have it by tomorrow.”

“There was one who escaped our rescue. Has he been captured?” I second thought asking him, but it was the right thing to do.

“No.” Dread flashed on Linus’ face as he confirmed it.

“Maybe that’s why she’s still scared of sleeping with lights off and still having nightmares.”

“Yes.”

“May I suggest something? I don’t want to tell London until it’s done.”

“What is it?” He looked curious enough.

“I’ll ask the firm to dig into that incident. I want to find that bastard and end this for good.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

“I got this, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m doing this for London.”

I dialed London as soon as I got in my car.

“What do you want, Cade?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You didn’t miss me?”

“I’m busy.”

“Don’t even have a minute for your future husband? I actually have good news, but since you’re busy, very well then. Good luck with whatever makes you busy.”

“Striker Cade.” Her warning made me laugh.

“Do you even know my full name?”

“Is that the good news you’re talking about?”

“So you don’t know. Anyway, I was with your dad.”

“And?”

“We’re getting married the way we want.”

“Oh, thank God.” She sighed deeply. “That’s the news I’ve wanted to hear. So when?”

“Why are you so excited to be Mrs. Cade, Vanderford?”

“I want to shove the marriage contract to Dad’s face and tell him he can’t control me anymore.”

I laughed out loud. “Don’t do that.”

“I was just kidding. But I want to get it done and start a new adventure with you.”

“Perfect answer. See you later, Vanderford.”

“Thanks for the flowers. I love them.” I knew she would because I had her friend on my speed dial.

“You’re welcome.”