Trapped In The Billionaire's Web

Chapter5

Kira’s pov:

Accompanying Mia for this party, if someone had told me that I would end up leaving with the city’s most eligible bachelor, who is apparently an infamous billionaire - whom I didn’t even know existed up until today - I would have laughed in the person’s face.

But here I was, my hands in his, feeling like I was floating in the air.

As we walked out of the venue, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him, he was even more handsome up close, and as he turned back at me briefly with a reassuring smile, I noticed he had blue eyes. My knees grew weak, I felt like I could melt in them. Even the smell of his perfume was intoxicating. I was losing my mind, or maybe it was the drink.

He tightened his grasp on my hand, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my body. I wonder if it is normal to feel this way for someone I barely know.

“We could go somewhere quiet and comfortable, my place?” He suggested, his eyes gleaming with intention.

I nodded, unable to respond. I knew exactly where this was heading, and I couldn’t resist.

His car was pulled over by the valet, a sleek black sedan that seemed to whisper luxury. He opened the door for me and I slid in surprised. The version of the Ryan Kings I met was totally different from the version Mia had described.

The car glided smoothly through the streets, the silence between us thick with tension. I couldn't help but steal glances at Ryan, his chiseled features illuminated by the city lights outside. He caught me looking and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

We arrived at a penthouse apartment, the view of the city skyline breathtaking. The interior was sleek and modern, with a touch of warmth that surprised me. He led me to the living room, where a bottle of wine and two glasses awaited us.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, gesturing to the couch. I sat down with anticipation, my heart racing against my chest. What was I doing here? He poured me a glass of wine and sat down beside me, taking off his suit to expose his chiseled chest and broad shoulders. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest, and he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his toned forearms.

The air was charged with tension, as he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my skin tingled with anticipation “Kira Brown,” he whispered, his breath caressing my ears. “ I feel like you’re a mystery, wrapped in an enigma, waiting to be unraveled. Makes me curious. Who is Kira Brown?”

He’s too close, it’s intoxicating. Usually, this is the point where I shift a bit, take a sip of my glass, do something, anything at all for a decoy. But instead, I turned to face him, our faces inches apart. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Our eyes locked as I whispered in his face “what do you want to know?”

The room grew quiet, the only sound our heavy breathing. I knew what was coming next, and I was ready.

He moved towards me, his lips parting slightly, the look on his face a mix between confidence and blatant lust. He leaned down, but didn’t kiss me. I thought he was going to, and my body relaxed in preparation. Instead, he brushed his lips against mine. Almost but not quite kissing me. Teasing me instead.

I tried to follow him, capture his lips and get the kiss, but he evaded me. Carried on teasing me. Not fun, lighthearted teasing but a hard-edged, controlling tease. It was a message. We were doing this on his terms, not mine.

He shoved my dress up slightly, his hand driving beneath it to find my thigh. A groan rumbled in the back of his throat as his hand stroked my skin under the midnight satin. “This dress…all I’ve wanted tonight is to rip it from you. Discover the secrets beneath.”

He kissed me finally, lips claiming mine before I could answer. I whimpered and drove my hands into the strands of hair at the back of his neck. Held him to me as i parted my lips in invitation.

His eyes opened and for a second he paused, his blue eyes growing darker before he pressed his lips firmly against mine, closing his eyes once more. I closed mine too and soaked in the feel of his soft lips, tasting mine, experimenting, brushing softly and then pressing again. f**k!…the man could kiss. The heat spiraled up and out of control, my breathing ragged when he broke away to kiss my neck softly.

“Kira… Kira… Kira…” He dragged in between kisses. “Do you think I’m moving too fast? I could stop if you think I’m moving too fast”

I shook my head, unable to respond.

He shook his back, “that won’t do. I need to hear you say it.”

“No,” I whispered “I don’t think you’re moving too fast.”

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Ryan’s pov

“Good,” I whispered against her ear. Then my lips found hers again, demanding and possessive this time. My hand played softly with one of her hard n*****s. She was sensitive, it was obvious, I could bet a million dollars that she was already wet too.

But I wasn’t hard, at least not yet. Picking up her dress from the neck, I ripped it off, it was surprisingly easy to rip. She whimpered, sucking in hard breath as I trashed her dress, then I let the ruined fabric hang loosely on her. She didn’t wear any bra, her breast was beautiful, small and pointy, just the way I like it.

Guiding her to stand on her feet, the remaining fabric fell to the ground, she stood in front of me with just her panties, shifting feet, her eyes looking everywhere but at me, obviously shy about being standing naked in front of me. That made me smile, “you’re beautiful,” I said before I could stop myself. And f**k she was, her body petite, skin unblemished, and that innocent look in her eyes. f**k.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I guided her to saddle me. I watched her gasp as she felt the size of me. I chuckled, “do you think you can handle me Kira?”

“Yes,” she sounded determined, I could see the raw lust in her eyes. She was ready for me, but I wasn’t. I wanted her to beg me first.

Cupping one of her breasts in my hand, I put my mouth in the other, sucking her softly, then guiding her ass to dry-hump me. She did, throwing her head backwards, while moaning.

At the rate she was going, she could come any moment from now. I stopped her. Putting my hand into her panties, f**k she was wet. My fingertips stroked her soaked p***y lips at the same time my lips claimed hers again.

The small moan she made was lost a little under my lips. My tongue thrust into her mouth at the same time i slid a finger deep into the soaked depths of her p***y.

“Tight and hot.” my words were soft against her lips. “Wet… Are you ready for me, Kira ?”

I curled my finger back, pressing against her G-spot, and she couldn’t answer. Who needed words? She dug her fingernails into my upper arms, bearing down on my hand as she rocked her hips while parting her thighs to grant me better access. I hissed, pleasure on my face.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Another kiss, harder this time as I added another finger to f**k her. She whimpered and writhed, on the verge of losing her mind. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, that I needed to be inside her now, she orgasmed, all over my hands, the look of sheer pleasure all over her face. But she wasn’t satisfied. “ f**k me” she said, obviously needing more. “I want you to f**k me”

“You’ll have to beg me, Kira, I know you want to” I smirked, enjoying every second of it.

“Ryan, please. f**k me, make me yours”

I smirked again, “not yet Kira,” guiding her to her feet, she took off her panties, p***y juice gliding down her thighs, the sight of it making me harder.

I scrambled back and stood up from the couch, my c**k straining painfully at my trousers. Fixing a smirk on my face, I reached out and stroked her face, brushing some of her lustrous hair out of her eyes. “On your knees.”