Free Alpha Billionaire Taboo Prison Break: A Contemporary Romance by Veronica Vaughn

passion made me so excited, I lost all thought
of anything but him, and me with him, in that moment.
    Eli squeezed my round ass in two strong
handfuls, and my body flushed with desire. He sucked my earlobe and nibbled my
neck and my back arched as I moaned at the ceiling. I couldn’t keep my eyes
open, and I couldn’t stop moaning to the rhythmic kisses of his mouth at my
throat and his hands groping my backside.
    Then I felt the hard bulge of Eli’s cock pushing
against my tummy. My mound was dripping wet. I wanted him so badly.
    Then I thought of something that made my body
tense. Eli instantly knew something was wrong and pulled back, though I could
still feel his fingers gripping my body.
    “What about Henry?” I asked.
    “What about him?”
    “He won’t … disturb us, will he?”
    Eli chuckled. “Don’t worry about him. He knows to
give us our privacy. I instructed him to stay out of our way until I told him
otherwise.”
    I felt my face redden. “So he knows what we’re
doing back here?”
    “Sure,” Eli said. He was being awfully
nonchalant about my reputation.
    “I don’t know how I feel about that,” I said.
“It makes me feel so … so …”
    “Naughty?”
    I grinned. I guess it was kind of hot when he
put it that way. Like always, I couldn’t keep my saucy side in check.
    “Naughty, huh?” I said, playfully pushing Eli
while privately admiring the firmness of his chest at my fingertips. “You keep
telling me how naughty I am. Your bad little girl. Your naughty little brat. But let’s think about this for a
second. Who’s really the naughty one here? I’m not the big bad wolf taking
advantage of a sweet and naive, not to mention trusting, young and innocent
maiden. I’m not some hot daddy getting ready to stick his prick in his own
daughter …”
    “Watch yourself, little girl,” Eli said, cutting
me off.
    But I was just getting started.
    “… His own daughter who
is barely legal, I might add. A mere eighteen years old. I mean, look at you. You’re practically salivating like some wild beast. You
can’t wait to get your cock inside this tight little untouched dripping-wet
pussy of mine. Can you?”
    Eli scrunched his mouth into a scowl even as his
eyes danced with laughter. He was enjoying this.
    “You brat!” he growled. “That’s it. I’ll teach
you to sass me like some back-alley wench.”
    Eli stripped off his leather belt. I took a step
back, cowering slightly. This was all just fun and games, right? A little banter to loosen us up for my deflowering?
    I thought Eli was going to bend me over and
spank me with the belt. Instead, he grabbed my hands and yanked them forward,
and he tied the belt in a tight knot around my wrists. I struggled to loosen
the knot and wiggle free, but it was useless. It was too tight.
    Eli towered over me. His beard and tattooed arms
gave him a menacing appearance, but I liked the way his broad shoulders and
chest tapered down to that narrow waist and those muscular thighs. Fear and
excitement mingled to heighten my arousal. My panties were drenched.
    “When you talk back to me, you must be
disciplined,” he said.
    “Yes, sir.”
    He hooked the belt to a rack on the wall. My
arms were stretched nearly to their limits. I was forced to stand on the tips
of my toes. Eli reached as if to touch my face, but before I knew what was
happening he had taken hold of the tear in my shirt collar, and he ripped off
the fabric.
    “Hey!” I said. “That was my only shirt!”
    “You never learn, do you?” he said.
    I had talked back.
    Eli reached beyond my head and tightened the
belt even more. My body was pulled taut, the tips of my toes barely grazing the
cabin floor. Eli opened a drawer of the wet bar and removed a small paring
knife. The blade glimmered in the sunlight shining through an open window. He
ran his hand up my thigh and hip, and then I felt one fingertip trailing up my
waist, gently circling my belly button, his touch so soft it tingled