Taken By The Billionaire (3 page)

And at that moment I desired her as much as I’d ever wanted Stella.

I
want your body; I want your mind; I
will
have you, Kylie Clark.

With Kylie’s intense gaze broken I slumped back and plucked the wine glass from the table. Draining it in one gulp to calm my trembling hands I scanned the restaurant. My belligerent stare caused other diners to look quickly away. Hell, I wanted to push the cutlery and crockery off the table, to sweep it clean so I could lay her across it and take her right there and then regardless of the gawking onlookers.

In my head I pictured Kylie exposed to me, her body pouting, slick with her arousal as she stared at the length of me ardent with yearning. Gripping myself with one hand I aimed at her opening and thrust into her. Kylie’s body clenched around my girth as she cried out, gasping when her spongy softness opened to accommodate me.

As I imagined the scene I saw myself reach for her hair and, with just enough force to make her gasp, I twisted a fist through it and pulled her towards my face.

“Kiss me,” I growled, forcing my mouth over hers. “Kiss me while we fuck.”

“Yes,” she
breathed in reply. “Anything for you, Damien. “I’m yours. Do anything you want with me.”

Then I heard the real Kylie’s voice. “He hurt me so much,” she said, her chin and bottom lip wobbling. “It’s torn our family apart. My dad is so upset, he just wants us all to get along, but I can’t forgive either of them for what they did.”

“Hey,” I offered,
full of sympathy for Kylie’s heartache. “Forget about all that. We’re here to make a deal. You want the role and I’m warming to the idea. I like what I’ve seen of you, Kylie. I meant it when you walked in here tonight. You’re a knockout. You’ve go
t guts too. And you know, I’ve been watching you talk and I just think…you might tell me I’m full of shit but I think I just might reconsider my previous statement on not casting you in that role. I mean you’ll still have to audition but I think I’d be open to considering it at least.
”

“Oh. My. God. Really?”

The tremor in Kylie’s chin ceased immediately. Instead she stared at me with slack-jawed amazement.

“That’s a really attractive look, Kylie,” I grinned, pointing towards her hanging chin. “In England we call that gormless.” I mimed a village idiot look just like hers and laughed. Then, suddenly serious I dropped the bombshell. “
Like I said, you still have to audition. But if you audition and you do get through… you get the part
on one condition.” I leaned in again for emphasis, my voice dropping to
a low tone. “We enter a contract. The shooting takes place in Paris. The shooting will go on as normal but every night when the work is done you spend the night
with me. Nobody else. Only me.”

Kylie blinked and I thought her mouth was going to drop open again. “I can’t do that,” she stammered, her face flushed. “I’m not like that, Mister Taylor. And after Rafe, I …”

Sneering when I spoke his name, I asked, “Did
Rafe
ruin you for other
men? Was he so great in bed
?”

Kylie’s blush deepened. Embarrassment or anger, I wasn’t too sure which. “Please, Mister Taylor. Don’t speak like that.” She cast an anxious glance about the restaurant. “I don’t know what you think I am, but I’m not the same as Jenny. I’m not some man-hungry slut who sleeps around.”

“And I don’t think you are. That’s part of your appeal, for me anyway. I don’t know why myself, not really, but from almost the first moment I saw you I’ve wanted you. Sure,” I shrugged, “it’s partly sexual. I’m a highly-sexed bloke and you’re a feisty, highly desirable woman.” My gaze raked across the scooped neck of Kylie’s dress. “Of course there’s sex.” I leaned forward and grabbed both Kylie’s hands, our first physical contact other than the kiss on her cheek earlier. “But there’s more, Kylie. I’m hungry for you. I want to experience all of you – your body and your mind. Sure, I could fuck any number of stunningly beautiful women, but that’s just one level, nothing but satisfying a need like eating when you’re hungry. What I feel for you goes way deeper than that.”

“I still couldn’t do it, Mister Taylor. Please, I’ll do anything else. Be reasonable.”

I
had
to break her, had to make her change her mind. She
would
submit to my will.

“Was he good?” I asked.

“
What? Who?” Kylie responded, puzzled.

I let the silence balloon between us. Oh, there was muted conversation and tinkles of cutlery around us, but we were enveloped by our own bubble of total quiet while we locked gazes again.

Kylie heaved a weary sigh. “Rafe,” she murmured. “You’re talking about Rafe and me in bed, aren’t you?”

“Did Rafe ever tell you he wanted you while you were sat in a restaurant? I mean like we are now. Did he whisper in your ear how badly he wanted you? So much that he could just take you even with all these other people watching? Do you ever think about being watched, Kylie?”

All I got in response was a mute stare.

“What I’d do, Kylie, is I’d tell you to take off your knickers, your panties I mean, and then sit there, right there in that chair and open your legs so I could see you. See
that
part of you exposed. I’d get you to hike up your dress so that from the waist down your all naked and vulnerable to my whim.

“Does the thought of that turn you on, Kylie? It does me. I’m rock hard right now just picturing us together. That’s just one thing, one game I’ll play with you.
We could go to the bathroom right this second. Would that turn you on?
That and the fact we might get caught any time. Just think of watching your
reflection in the mirror; so hot
. Just imagine the thrill of that risk. Of being caught.

“There’s a hell of a lot of trust involved in the games I’d play with you. You’d have to trust me. But I’d look after you too. Could you trust Rafe enough to take risks with him in public places? I’d say that since he betrayed you in such a nasty way that you definitely couldn’t have trusted him. He’d have run and left you to take whatever came your way. I’d never do that, Kylie; I’d look after you.

“Don’t you have fantasies like that? Putting yourself out there knowing you have a man you can depend on.
It would be a thrill, such a rush.  In Paris I’ll take you to places nobody knows us and get you to take risks that will make your cheeks burn.

“I’m so hard for you right now, Kylie, and I might just take it out under the table here and let you watch as I stroke it.

“Did Rafe ever say things like that, Kylie?

“Would Rafe make you sit on an old ladder-backed chair with your wrists bound behind your back while he slowly teased you with his fingers and mouth? I’m talking about kissing your neck and stroking your breasts and finding the places on your body that make you squirm while someone, me, explores you.
”

Kylie rose to her feet. “Thanks for your time, Mister Taylor. Thanks for the dinner and the wine. And thank you for your offer, but no, I won’t sleep with you.”

I
hate the F-word – Failure – and I sure as fuck couldn’t stand to fail with this girl. What I hoped then was that I’d said something that struck a chord with Kylie, and that I’d made her tingle with the possibilities.

Perhaps I’d overdone it, and even if Kylie had been turned on by the ideas I’d laid out there then social conditioning would have prompted her reaction.

Did she entertain any of the kinds of fantasies I’d so graphically painted? Did she have a penchant for something different, something I hadn’t mentioned, or maybe she
is
just as vanilla as they made them?

Kylie hesitated. I saw the abject look crease her face and knew I’d played my ace card in reminding Kylie of the reason she’d sought me out in the first place.

“Sit down,” I said brusquely.

The girl hesitated again. If she left the chances were I’d probably blown it. I could go after her but that isn’t my style. If she sat back down maybe I had another chance.

“Come on, Kylie. Talk to me.”

She made a move as though to leave, stopped and then cast an anxious look around at the other diners.

“Thank you,” I breathed when she slid back onto her chair.

“Well?” she said, avoiding my eyes.

“
Look, I’m sorry
. Maybe I went too far. I
just haven’t felt a pull
this strong for a long time. Hell, I’m giving you what you want. You get the part. It’s your chance. Would the two of us together be so bad? Don’t you find me at least a little attractive?”

Kylie flicked a glance my way. “It isn’t that,” she responded as she picked at the label on the wine bottle with a painted fingernail. “I mean, yeah, you’re quite good-looking.” Kylie shrugged as though to concede an off-hand point. “And you look in good shape.” She rolled her eyes and said, “And yeah, yeah I’ve read the gossip about how big you’re supposed to be and what a studly-good-fuck you are—”

Incredulous, I interrupted her. “—Studly-good-fuck? What the fuck! Who wrote that about me?”

“Whatever,” Kylie responded. She actually smirked and snorted. “So you’re all that, and rich and powerful to boot. But I won’t let myself be …
used
like that, Mister Taylor.”

“I won’t use you, Kylie,” I said as I reached for the fingers that still picked at the label. “When I say you only sleep with me, I meant that as a reciprocal deal. Yeah, I admit there was a time when I would’ve fucked the crack of dawn if it were possible. But after what I did to Stella and what Marianne did to me, and especially since you’re so fragile at the moment, I wouldn’t do that to you. I know the pain of loss and I just wouldn’t do it.”

I sensed the girl was teetering when she murmured, “Really?” her eyes huge with the question.

“I’m a man of my word, Kylie. Take that to the fucking bank.” I squeezed her hand gently and she looked into my face. “Tell me you didn’t fancy me when you saw me in the office today. Tell me that you don’t feel something too.”

Her eyes continued to search mine as the shroud of silence descended around us again. Kylie nodded, almost imperceptibly, but there
was
a nod.

“I’ll admit that I’m attracted to you Mister Taylor.”

“And what about the stuff I said earlier. Did he ever do anything like I described?”

“I don’t want to talk about me and Rafe.”

“I meant what I said about fucking in risky places. Where there’s a chance of being caught or even people watching.” She was so close then I could almost kiss her. “Or would you like me to tie your wrists and exp
lore you until you’re screaming? Are you wet for me now?

“Stop it, Mister Taylor,” Kylie whispered.

“I’ll trace ice cubes from the champagne bucket over your breasts and over your stomach
.”

“As well as the sex, which will be fucking devastating, we’ll eat and drink and see the sights – the Mona Lisa, the Eiffel Tower, and we’ll take a private boat trip along the Seine and make love as we drift past Notre Dame.”

I paused to let the girl picture it all in her mind’s eye.

“Look at me, Kylie,” I muttered eventually. “Feel how hard I am for you.” I placed her hand on the bulge in my trousers.

The girl gasped and pulled her hand away as though the fire in my cock had burned.

I reached for her hand again and returned it to the ridged outline.

“Are you wet?” I breathed against Kylie’s neck.

“Yes,” she replied on a sigh.