CHRISTMAS WITH THE BILLIONAIRE

DANGEROUS ENTANGLEMENTS

I watched her cry and gently wiped her tears. I quickly slipped my hand in between us, rubbing her sensitive nub to relieve the pain and replace it with pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Why did you come to me if you were still a virgin? Why were you trying to seduce me?" I asked in confusion as I tried to soothe her.

"I was not. I came to deliver a parcel. I tried to tell you it was a misunderstanding but you didn't listen. I should have listened to my mom. I shouldn't have run to San Francisco. I shouldn't have insisted on going to Stanford. I shouldn't have come here. I should have stayed back home." She wailed in pain, crying profusely.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I immediately remembered how my only sister died. She was just fifteen when my father's rivals captured and r***d her to death. I just committed the same evil which I will kill any man for.

Now I realize that all her seductive gestures were unintentional. She didn't even know what she was doing, it was her natural s****l appeal. Eating me up with her eyes was just an innocent virgin's attraction to a handsome man. My dirty mind read meaning into her natural reflexes, making me feel so remorseful. However, it was already too late for regrets.

The only thing I could do at the moment was to rewrite her first time and make it a happy and memorable one by ensuring she enjoys herself as much as possible. My own satisfaction and needs immediately became insignificant. Tonight will be all about her.

It's already bad enough that she did it with someone she doesn't have any feelings for, except lust maybe.

"How old are you?" I whispered.

"I will be nineteen on twenty-eight, three days after christmas." she whispered, sniffing.

I heaved a sigh of relief, thank goodness. At least she's not a minor. Being a virgin at almost nineteen shows that she was a good and homely girl, making me feel so guilty once again. Who the hell steals a girl's first time without having feelings for her?

I placed my forehead on hers and sighed, kissing her gently while running my hands all over her. Soon she began to moan in pleasure, making me feel relieved. I kissed all over her beautiful face and moved down to her neck, sucking all the erotic spots I could find.

I touched a part of her belly and she giggled. So, I did it again, wanting to hear the sound of her laughter. Soon I was laughing with her, a genuine laughter born of happiness. I continued my slow thrusts, kneading her bo**s and teasing her nip***s. I bent down to suck on her soft b**bs, making her moan in pleasure.

Soon, she began to shake as her fingers grazed my back, causing a huge smile to spread on my face.

"Em! Oh God! Stop!" She whispered, her mouth open as she gasped for breath.

"I'm Reagan. Call me Reagan.”

"Reagan! I don't know what, you need to stop.” She muttered, writhing on the bed as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Stop? No way in hell, spill for me little girl.

"I know, just relax and let go. You're about to experience your first orgasm." I whispered, kissing her as I slipped my hand in between us to tease her sensitive nub.

She screamed into my mouth and I felt her toe curling. However, I didn't stop, I intensified it. Her nails grazed my back as she screamed my name, leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

I smiled happily as I felt her release on me, and quickly pulled out, spilling on the bed. My teeth clamped down on her shoulders to stop myself from screaming out, I have never felt this way before. Nor have I felt such a connection and massive attraction towards a woman. However, my life is in danger, and I don't want to drag her into it.

I was already tempted to keep her beside me— but I can't.

She's a good girl, and won't survive in my messy world, making me frustrated. For the first time in my life I felt like keeping a woman after getting intimate. Unluckily for me, I met her at a time when I'm running for dear life. I looked up at her face and saw her staring at me.

My heart immediately skipped a beat in horror. There were stars in her eyes and she was looking at me like some god. They say virgins easily get attached to their first love and find it hard to let go.

Is she already forming an attraction towards me? God no!

She will be damn hurt if I try to push her away, thinking I used and dumped her, not knowing I'm trying to save her life. And believe me, the last thing I want to do right now is hurt her again. I have no problem hurting or pushing people away, but I suddenly feel tenderness for this one.

I sighed and pulled her into my arms, consoling her as I wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. I wanted to rue coming here, however I realized that I don't actually regret it for anything. I'm happy I came, I'm happy I met her and did this with her. However, thinking of all the ways she could get hurt does not make me happy.

And another thing I would have changed is how it all happened. If I had known, I would have gently wooed her and given her the romance an inexperienced girl deserves from her first lover. She groaned and touched her thighs, making my eyes dart to her face.

"Is it still painful?" I whispered, looking warmly at her. She blushed and nodded shyly. I smiled and went down on her, burying my face between her legs to get rid of the pain with my experienced tongue.

*******

I sat on the sofa waiting for Noelle to wake up. She stirred, stretched and yawned before sitting up. I smiled at her and she returned the smile shyly. We had done it a few times till morning, making her incredibly exhausted. I had gone down and brought her food and brand new clothes to replace the one I ripped off.

"Sweetheart, bathe and eat. We're going to the car race track, so that you can look around while we wait for nightfall.” I said with a smile.

"What if people see me?" She whispered worriedly.

"Are you ashamed of me?" I asked with a doting smile.

She immediately shook her head as she stood up, while shielding her nudity with the sheets.

"Can you walk or should I carry you?" I asked, feeling a strange concern and affection in my heart for this naive girl before me.

"I'm fine. The medicine you gave me worked. You already carried me to the bathroom so many times in the last few hours that I feel ashamed.” She whispered and disappeared into the bathroom.

I smiled and shook my head; I have never felt so relaxed in decades. She had been shy when I changed the sheets and bathed her after the first time. I had felt amused at her dogged attempt to cover her nakedness; I had already seen everything when she was begging me to give it to her.

****

I looked at Noelle as she sat in the passenger seat of my modified lamborghini. People watching the race were cheering for me, and Noelle also looked super excited, urging me on. I increased the speed of the car, meandering through the road with immense expertise. Car racing was my favorite sport, I enjoyed the adrenaline rush and tension which punctuated every second of it.

We approached a mountain corner and I quickly stepped on the brakes, trying to slow it down. My eyes went wide as my heart shook in fear. The brakes were not working. What the f**k?

I gasped and tried again. The lambo was at its fastest speed, if I didn't stop this car soon, we would fall straight into the valley or hit the mountain and die. Someone tampered with the brakes!

The people after my life already found their way into this resort, despite the airtight security and surveillance. My life immediately flashed before my eyes as I neared my dreadful end. I had killed people, so I had no problem dying. But my little angel does not deserve such a gruesome death.

Tears stung my eyes as I darted a quick look towards Noelle. For the first time since I met her, I regret coming here, taking her along and endangering her.

No! I can't afford to die with the only woman I have ever developed feelings for.

She's too young to die.

"Reagan! What's happening?" Noelle shouted, with tears streaming down her face. She looked pale and scared out of her mind. The fear and helplessness on her face was like a thousand daggers to my heart.

How can I tell her that we're about to die?

How can I tell her that I have gotten her entangled with my problems? How can I tell her that her new lover was bad news? A jinx, and a walking disaster; a god-damned terror. That I have gotten her into a mess, heading straight to hell.

"Are we going to die? God!" She whispered tearfully, as I lost control of the vehicle.