Owned By Two: Savage Billionaires(Book 1)

AVERY I shouldn't be here.. That was the first thought that hit my mind the moment my feet touched the inside of the building that belonged to none other than the highly notorious, and not-so-surprisingly sought-after billionaire, Colton Kingston. The air felt thick, and I wiped my sweaty palms on the material of my wool skirt, hoping to get them dry, and less sticky. Why wouldn't I be nervous? Being forced by my agency to work as the executive personal assistant to the one man in the world I should be staying away from, was not on my bingo card this year. And the fact that I still had to get him to agree to work with me, from his own end, was the height of it all! Why couldn't they have made this easier for me, without making me suffer? It wasn't my fault that the last assistant the agency sent to him had messed up, and almost cost them the agency. I still didn't know what she did. All I knew was, Colton Kingston had come for blood. And somehow, I was the sacrificial lamb sent on a platter to appease the billionaire god. I knew I had a very bad case of badluck, considering just how crazy my life was turning out to be at the age of twenty three, but this had to be the worst so far. How did I get picked, amongst the desperate bimbos in my agency, who would do anything to be in my shoes right now! I swallowed, cringing at how dry my throat was, and blinked, trying to get my head to focus on the task at hand. I could do this. Right? Colton Kingston was bad news. I had spent the whole of last night reading every article of him I could find, and none had come out good! I showed my card to the butler, and watched as the man, Eric, who looked to be in his early fifties, nodded and pointed up the stairs. "His room is on the last floor. First door to your right." The polished British accent was surprising, but then, what would you expect from Colton Kingston. Eric words had me stopping for a moment. "His room?" My voice sounded too small for my liking so I cleared my throat and tried again. "I am meeting him in his room?" Why was I meeting him in his room? Eric didn't bat an eyelid as he nodded again. "Yes Miss Knight. You will be meeting Mr.Kingston in his room, and you have five minutes, or you would be late." And then without further ado, he turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving me standing there, confused. I bit the inside of my lips and looked at my appearance in the mirrored wall to my right and gaped in annoyance. I had dressed for an official meeting in an office, not in a house, and certainly not in a room! But if the last assistant who had been fired unceremoniously and replaced with me, was anything to go by, Colton Kingston was not a man to be played with! But his room?! I looked at my wristwatch and got my feet working as soon as I saw that I had just three minutes left. My toes encountered the edge of a step, and I winced, not daring to stop. Curse you Colton. I got to the said door, just in time, and raised my hand to knock, when a totally unexpected sound filtered out through the cracked opening of the door, slamming through me like a ton of bricks. I blinked, my hand hovering in the air as a second moan filtered through straight to my ears. My eyes widened. My insides shut down. What in the_ I should leave. That was the first thought that left my head. But my treacherous legs moved closer, while my heart began to pound against my chest. There was the unmistakable sound of a female moaning in pleasure, and the sexiest grunt I had ever heard in my life. All coming from the room in front of me. I sucked in my bottom lip, and inched even closer, almost pressing against the door. I don't know why, but I needed to hear more. To even see... My teeth clamped hard over my lips as a shiver ran through my body. The slapping of skin against skin went straight into my head, filling it with images I couldn't seem to get out of my head, even if I tried. Was I in front of the wrong room? Who was in there? Did the agency get the date wrong? Was I a door away from seeing Colton Kingston balls deep in one of his women? Why wasn't I feeling disgust? Why instead, was I short of breath and craving to put real images to the sounds in my head? I pressed my face towards the opening and stiffled a gasp when I saw bare legs on the bed. One smooth and creamy, belonging to a woman. And the other, more muscular, and hairy. I bit my lips harder, as my n*****s puckered in my shirt, almost drawing out a moan from me as they scraped against my shirt. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had to see. They obviously had their back to the door, so if I could just.... Oh I was going to lose this job before I even started. The agency was going to kill me. Colton Kingston was going to send goons after me. I could already see my world crashing down. But... hell! My hand reached for the door, and with two fingers, I pushed enough to get a full view of the most perfectly muscled ass I had ever seen on a man. Ever. The naked back that greeted me looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. Black hair bounced in time with each thrust, and I wanted so badly to slip my hand through them and grip them hard. I was shivering at this point, but I couldn't move. I could only watch, as Colton Kingston gripped the woman, who was on all fours, by her hip, and thrust his c**k hard into her wet glistening p***y. She was whimpering at this point, and holding tightly onto the sheets as she asked for more. No..begged for more. "Please Sir..." Oh... to be in her shoes.. The thought came from nowhere, shocking me, but I couldn't get it out, as it worsened. The thought of Colton slamming into my now wet p***y as I cried out in pleasure, filled my mind, and on its own accord, my hand moved up to my braless breasts, and pinched the hard knob there. My legs clamped together in an attempt to still my obviously swollen p***y. I really should leave. But the scene in front of me... "You like what you see, Miss Knight?" The baritone was smooth, calm, and not at all shaken by the movement of his body. All my thoughts and movement came to a halt, and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach as the words registered in my head. Words from the man in the room who turned around, with the woman in his arms, his thrusts not missing a beat, to face me, while still pounding her brains out. Thick black hair, with a few silver strands, graced the most perfect forehead I had ever seen in a man. The veins on his forehead jotted out a bit, but added to his allure. His tongue darted out, placing moisture on his full lip, and I held a breath at how sexy that small movement was. I had seen enough pictures of Colton Kingston to know just how handsome he was, but this, was something else. "Answer me, Miss Knight." His stormy blue eyes met mine, and held them, as a smirk curved his lips. He wrapped his hand around her throat, and pulled her up, sitting on the bed so she could ride him. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she obviously didn't care about the audience because she did as she was guided. "Do you like what you see?" I really should be disgusted. If it were another man, another place, I would be hightailing it out of here. But what was it that was pinning me down to the ground? Why was I being consumed with lust, the more I stood? How could I open my mouth and tell him that I did like what I was seeing? I swallowed. Hard. Then I turned on my heels and fled. I rushed down the stairs, the sound of male laughter following me, as embarrassment and unfiltered lust clawed through me. The more space between me and that room, the more my brain seemed to work. Shit! s**t! s**t! This was not happening. I was dreaming. I couldn't have walked in on the Colton Kingston having s*x, and not only stood there gaping like an i***t, but also imgained myself in the position that woman was. I couldn't have done any of tha_ Every thought I was having was halted by the pain that shot through my forehead as I slammed into a hard wall, and was knocked backwards. I wasn't sure which to choose, between reaching for my forehead which was on fire, and trying to get a hold of myself before I slammed my butt into the floor. All I knew was, I was doomed. "f*****g hell!" A deep voice hissed, through the fog in my head, before a hand clamped around my arm, and another gripped my waist, stopping my fall, and pulling me into the hardest, and warmest body I had ever encountered. My eyes flew open, and despite my hazy vision, I was able to focus enough to see who was holding me. And there and then, I wished I had actually fallen. No, I wished I didn't exist at all. Because there was no way I was in the arms of Julian Kingston, Colton's stepbrother. "Are you okay?" He asked, blue eyes staring deep into my soul, his voice sending heat through my already faulty system.