My Bad Boy's Secret: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (40 page)

              I spent every day wondering if it would be my last one. I knew the consequences. We’d be raped and killed in an instant if the truth came out. I had to live with the possibility of death every single day. It’s what virtually every human does daily, but death was so in my face that I thought about it every minute, imagining how I would be murdered.

              That, combined with the pregnancy pills that made me look and feel pregnant but not actually be pregnant, caused me to throw up at least ten times a day. I pleaded to Jake to stop giving me the pills, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was useless to question him. There was no chance in hell of McKenna helping me out. She at least was on good terms with Ada, but she still stared daggers and hissed at me whenever we met.

              I spent a lot more time lying in bed nowadays. I had no choice. My stomach swelled out and grew to the point that I couldn’t see my legs and feet anymore. I felt like I was about to give birth any moment, since my belly was the size of a pregnant woman’s at nine months. I gained weight, and I was still unused to being so much bigger. I could barely eat at most meals, since I constantly felt nauseous. My breasts had grown to be larger and more misshapen along with my stomach, and I needed to pee almost every half hour.

              Since I was in shape to do anything physical for the Crew, Jake put me to work doing technical work. I had to help him hack, manage his accounts, and map coordinates for future destinations. My biggest job, though, was actually physical. I had to be available to pleasure Jake any time he wanted. Thus, I spent most of every day in bed with him. It was just as well, since I walked so slowly lately.

              Jake was gently rubbing his hands over my belly. His rough and powerful hands soothed me, and his touch was seductive. We faced each other and kissed slowly and softly.

              “How are you feeling today, sweetie?” cooed Jake. “Getting used to this now?” he looked down to my abnormally massive breasts and belly.

              I didn’t want to anger him, so I just nodded a bit. “Yes, sir. I like being pregnant. Anything for you.” I kissed him and licked his mouth and lips more.

              Jake looked pleased. “Imagine when we do this for real. One day, I’ll put a baby in you, and you’ll be a mother to my children. Think how lovely it would be. We would have perfect children. It would have our beauty, our intelligence, our bodies. We would raise it together, and we’d be a family. Would you like that? Does that turn you on?”

              “Yes!” I cried. Jake was fondling and sucking with equal parts tenderness and ferocity on my nipples, trying to coax out milk. The sensation of his hands and mouth on my breasts was unbelievably arousing.

              I hated myself for telling the truth. I wasn’t lying about wanting to have a child and raise a family with Jake. I had fantasized about it for weeks. I couldn’t help myself falling for Jake. I loved picturing his gloriously disheveled brown hair, his stubble that tickled my skin, his rippling muscles that contorted me to any shape to suit him, his unpredictable wit, his ability to surprise me constantly, his uncontrollable confidence, and so many other qualities that no other could possess in one. I wasn’t supposed to, but I definitely wanted to be with Jake for longer, maybe even forever. He had hooked me.

              Jake wanted me again. He was already hungry again after our sex an hour ago, and wanted more. I was too eager to give him more. He showered me with spicy kisses that made me go even crazier with each peck, and especially spent time caressing my belly. Firing off my nerves on my navel and stomach, he eventually reached his main destination, and lapped up my vaginal juices that were gushing  uncontrollably. Jake was insatiable, slurping, eating, and stimulating me to no end. I moaned and cried in pleasure, and he used his tongue and fingers to manipulate me to heights of joy that I never knew existed.

              Jake and I both grew eager for something else, and he got up and hovered over me, his arms pinning down mine and his lips tackling mine. We made out as he continued fondling me, and I finally got to swallow his cock and balls and give me oral pleasure. With my mouth wide open and his legs spread apart, he had a wide angle to shove into me. I sucked, spit, and slurped blindly and furiously. From Jake’s moans and groans, he was enjoying it immensely.

              “Time for my favorite part,” he growled after ejaculating into my mouth and over my face and hair several times. He lay down and pulled me over him so that I sat over his cock, and I settled down and let his enormous organ penetrate and stimulate my vagina. I sighed in happiness, and we began to buck and bounce in unison. He rode me with as much energy as he had, still full of desire for me, and I held onto his solidly gorgeous torso and went up and down on the most amazing ride of my life. My belly and breasts shook and jiggled, and Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of them.

              Jake came three more times and coated my insides with his hot and delicious cum. I came more times than I could even count. As usual, our sex was exhilarating. We had been going at it for several hours, and we needed a rest before we could have more fun.

              “I’ll get us some drinks,” Jake panted. He got out of bed to pour me juice.

              I lay down on my back and tried to regain my breath. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying myself so much, but I couldn’t help it. Being in the Crew with Jake was magical.

Chapter 2 – Ada

              I slammed my right fist forward, sucker punching the guy in front of me and making him crumple down. Moving my limbs took no effort ever since I received the implants. Things that used to require a lot of exertion, like fighting, running, and breathing for long periods of time were now too easy.

              Jake ordered me to be fitted with a network of nanodevices he called the Cerebrally Attached Skeletal System, or CASS. It was a new invention he and his engineers had developed. They were working on it for several years, and were finally ready to let a human try it. I was the lucky girl who got to be the first to use it. While I worried at first that CASS would turn me into some uncontrollable cyborg beast and that I would go insane like a supervillain in comics, I had to admit that I was totally mistaken. The devices fit painlessly and effortlessly under my skin. I found myself immune to cuts, burns, bruises, and other injuries that regular people feared. It took some getting used to, but I now had super strength.

              I was here with McKenna to steal a money and weapons cache we found out about. It was my job to beat up anyone who tried to give us trouble and make sure they didn’t get up again. I was shocked at how much I liked attacking and killing. It was all part of the plan, and if I was going to keep my cover, I had to do what I was told. A life of crime was much more thrilling than I anticipated.

              I glanced around the scene, making sure that I had killed everyone. My work at this stage was done. I heard McKenna run up behind me, and she paused to look over my deeds. She smiled and clasped me on my right shoulder.

              “Well done, Ada,” she told me proudly. “You’ve been doing excellent as always.”

              I tried smiling back to acknowledge her praise. It was still weird and uncomfortable to be so chummy with an international criminal. Over the past six months, I worked closely with McKenna to launch hits against enemies, kill anyone who tried to usurp the Crew, and destroy any evidence that police had gathered against the Crew. I had quite a talent for the work, serving as McKenna’s reliable muscle. She taught me extensively on being a hitwoman and spy, and I was doing an admirable job of making friends with her. If she suspected me of anything, she certainly didn’t show it.

              We rigged up explosives to the safes and blew them up. Once the barriers were gone, we collected the money and guns, and got back into our plane. Now we were going to fly to Moscow to rendezvous with Jake and Sabina. I hadn’t seen her in weeks. It was unsettling to not be with her every day for the first few times, but now I had gotten used to being without her. Spending so much time with McKenna made her more of a friend to me than Sabina, which was a terrifying thought.

              I called McKenna “Addy” these days. It was a privilege that only Jake used to have, and one that Sabina still didn’t have and probably never would have. Doing good work consistently made McKenna trust and respect me, and she was no longer as hateful to me as she was when we first met. Still, she was by no means a confidante. I was still scared of her temper and mind, and I was still aware that she could hurt me or get rid of me any time she wanted to.

              We stayed quiet and barely spoke to each other during the flight. When we landed in Moscow and met Jake and Sabina, we exchanged brief greetings. Being away from each other made us more distant, and we were more used to working independently rather than sharing our thoughts, findings, and feelings. Jake gave us the day off to shop and relax, and Sabina and I walked off together, both wrapped up in our own thoughts. We strolled listlessly through luxury department stores, unexcited by the vast amounts of money we had to buy anything.

              I finally decided to try to break the ice. “It’s been a while since we did anything together.”

              Sabina looked surprised at me, then responded in a similar weak voice. “Yeah, we’ve just been apart so long. Not many chances to hang out.”

              “I guess you’re right,” I replied. “Work’s been tough. It’s hard having to see all the terrible things we’re helping them do. All the crimes they’re getting away with.”

              “Yeah,” said Sabina. I never heard her this unengaged.

              I wasn’t brave enough to tell her what I was really thinking. I wanted to let someone know how conflicted I felt about enjoying being a member of the Crew and being involved in crime, but I was afraid of Sabina’s reaction. I wondered if Sabina had the same thoughts. It was unlikely that she would tell me the truth.

Chapter 3 – McKenna

              I didn’t usually get this frustrated with Jake, but today was one of those days. I had been saddled with most of the wedding planning duties, which included inviting people, arranging for provisions, and coordinating events. I urged Jake to help me out more, but he was always more focused on business. Even when it came to us getting married, he wasn’t too involved.

              Of course, I understood how important it was to take care of our deals and keep up with the rest of the Crew. More than ever, we were on edge about someone attacking us. And it wasn’t like the wedding was absolutely essential. We knew we wanted to be together, and that was the most important thing. We wanted to hold the ceremony, though, as a way of letting everyone around us know definitively that we were together. Some Crew members didn’t get that yet. They still lusted after me. Jake and I wanted to shove it into their pathetic faces that they were never going to have me.

              “Put away your laptop and help me with the guest list,” I pouted. Jake glanced to me and sighed.

              “You’re fine on your own, Addy. Why can’t you just handle it all?” he asked with exasperation.

              “I want your approval,” I replied.

              “I’m sort of too concerned about the close calls we’ve had lately,” he retorted. “I know I may sound paranoid, but we’re seriously in danger. I trust you to prepare the wedding. Hopefully this will let certain people know that we’re exclusive and that you aren’t leaving me.”

              I understand what he meant. “But are you sure it’s them? Are they the ones responsible for all the times we’ve almost gotten killed? Have you got proof?”

              “That’s the problem,” he groaned. “I don’t. All I have is my hunches. But I’ve almost never been wrong before.”

              We had dealt with traitors in our midst before. Lately, however, we were spending far more time on our ship than on land. We had grown cautious of approaching any of our usual bases. At almost every stop, we had to engage in a gunfight or battle. It felt like sometimes we were being followed.

              “You don’t think some group like MI5 or the FBI is onto us, do you?” I asked very slowly. I really hoped this wasn’t the case.

              Jake shook his head. “That would be too far-fetched. Nobody has ever been able to come that close to apprehending us.”