Victoria The Billionaires Maid

Jonas’s [POV]

Sitting upright in bed, I squinted my eyes. This throbbing needed to dissipate, so I scrubbed my hands down my face a few times, pissed at the hangover I hadn’t had in years, and also that something upset me enough to cause one. Drinking alone wasn’t my style.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

It had to have been alone, because I saw no empty condom wrappers or naked females in my bed, so something had caused me to call it a night, and without any entertainment. As I tried to think back to the day before, I realized I was doing well enough to remember my fucking name at this point. I forced myself to my feet, then padded barefoot into the bathroom of my suite. I had one at each property, and every single one had been customized to my needs. It was a perk that came along with my title in the company, and Manhattan would be no exception even though I had a penthouse on Park Avenue as well.

I turned the tap of the faucet to the coldest setting, and let it run for a few seconds before I splashed some water onto my face. My beard needed trimming as it had now gone from a five o’clock shadow to something a bit longer in twelve hours. As I pulled out a pair of trimmers, I also grabbed the aspirin. Today was the first day of the challenges for all of the chefs, and I’d need something. Just the thought of having to hear pots and pans clanking as they were moved around by the interviewees made me wince in pain.

I popped two aspirin into my mouth, then chased it down with some of the cold water. Then, gathering the shaving cream and aftershave, I turned the tap to warm, and let it run for about a minute as I got ready to shave. I normally did my grooming when it came to things like a beard, so it didn’t take me long to have it back to perfection. Upon gazing into the mirror, at first, I saw my own eyes, but the longer I stared at myself, they began to turn from my usual hazel shade to one more bluish-green. It was then that I remembered why I came back up to my room alone and got inebriated.

“Kenzie Broderick.” I dropped my head as soon as her name was out of my mouth.

I threw it out there as if it was leaving a sour taste when the reality was that I was only upset about it because I hadn’t gotten her in my bed. I turned on the water in my shower, and then went back into my room to pull out the clothes I planned to wear today. I could go casual but decided to dress it up a bit by pairing a long-sleeve gold shirt with a pair of dark slacks. I returned to the bathroom, ditched my boxers, then stepped under the large shower head.

Kenzie. I never expected to see her again in my entire life, yet here she was. I could only imagine the ribbing I would get from my friends like Caspian, Anton, and Mason if they knew someone from my past had just reappeared like this. Cas had experienced something similar himself a few years earlier with Paisley. No, this was a different set of circumstances. I was not going to suddenly fall in love with her. I hadn’t loved her back before she hated me, and I had no intention of trying to change her mind now.

Well, at least not about that. As I stood under the scalding water, I did want to do one thing when it came to her. I leaned back against the shower wall, then fisted my cock in my hand. Damn, she looked hot as fuck in those tight pants and barely their shirt. All I had thought about after she’d left the rooftop was following her back to her room and seducing her right out of the sexy outfit. I’d let her go, however, because she’d been feeling herself. I could tell she’d been toying with me, and getting great satisfaction from doing so, but she would soon see that you couldn’t outplay a player when it came to the games I mastered.

I cursed as my hand stroked my cock from base to tip, never getting the image out of my mind of the woman spread wide open for me. I’d seen her long legs in that dress, and I wanted to mark those toned inner thighs with my teeth. It was likely the reason why I turned down four different offers last night to get laid. I could’ve had two women in my bed, and bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep instead of alcohol.

I didn’t want to think about them, or drinking. I wanted to keep the vision of Kenzie fresh in my mind. Climaxing was as essential to me as breathing was to others, and I never went a day without an orgasm. I’d always heard it called the “little death” and one of these days, it’d finally take me out, but not before I fucked her tight pussy again. God, I could clearly remember every second of that one night with her now. With most women, I could barely remember their names afterward, but with Kenzie, I remembered the way she smelled like raspberries as I lowered the single strap of her prom dress, and how her skin tasted the same.

I’d seduced her with my kisses, then once I had her naked, I settled between her thighs and licked every inch of her before tongue-fucking her to an orgasm. She shattered apart so beautifully, her innocence on full display as she wondered what her climax was, and it soon mixed with bashfulness when the truth settled in. Her skin turned a rosy shade, and it was warm to the touch. I had wanted to feel it against me, so after I lapped up her juices, I worked her back into a frenzy with my fingers.

My hand had gotten a workout that night, as it was now. I groaned at the roughness of my palm compared to what I knew would be the softness of hers. I stroked myself harder, especially when memories of me finally covering her body with mine came rushing back. I’d wanted to take it easy on her, but she made me so damn hot for her that it was an impossible feat. I had guided my cock to her tight center, but before I could thrust into her, she grabbed my hand.

“You’re so big, Jonas,” she’d cried out.

“It’ll be okay,” I’d tried assuring her, all the while trying to remember this was what I had devoted three months of my time for. All those dates and late-night talks… I had to fuck her. I not only had my reputation on the line, but my sanity was at risk, too.

“I’m scared,” she’d said, and I groaned out now just as I had back then.

“This is completely natural. It’s supposed to happen.”

I had realized she was sheltered, but I had never realized that no one had ever given her the talk. That moment was not the right one to try, either. I had her come on my tongue, and my cock was so fucking hard. The girls I fucked regularly never played hard to get, most usually begging me for it at this point.

Mallory had first been jealous of the attention I had given Kenzie until Kristopher had told her it was all part of a game. I’d realized that same night how much it had turned her on. She hadn’t even waited to get home before she removed her panties. I ended up fucking her on the side of the road once we entered the gated confines of her neighborhood.

“I don’t know how you’ll ever fit inside,” Kenzie had added.

“This will feel good,” I promised her, then in one thrust, I destroyed her.

Crossing the finish line with her despite the cost had the same effect on me today that it had back then, except now, I didn’t even try to hold anything in. That night, I had fucked her over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore. She fell asleep in my arms, and when she stirred a few hours later, I fucked her a final time, then left her there on the sheets, a small patch of blood serving as a glaring reminder of the innocence I had taken from her.

I leaned back against the wall and continued to stroke myself. She wasn’t the same girl she’d once been. Now, Kenzie was a seductress and had a body to match her wanton teasing. She might’ve wanted to feel as if she had the upper hand last night, and I had allowed it, but she wouldn’t get away so easily the next time.