His Little Bad Girl

  And suddenly, he bottomed out, his thick cock filling my tight ass completely as his heavy balls fell against my dripping pussy lips.

  Holding himself tight against my ass, Colin groaned, his hands running across my back to grip at my shoulders. Panting heavily, my head swam in the dirty, naughtiness of the situation I found myself in. It seemed that every step tonight pushed a new level of my comfort zone, and yet at the same time, also pushed me to a new height in my own screaming desire. I still couldn’t believe that here I was, bent over like a slut, holding my ass open for a much older man as he buried his cock up my ass.

  Even dirtier? I couldn’t believe how much I wanted it.

  I looked over my shoulder at him. “Please…” I breathed out, my eyes wide and pleading as I chewed at my lip. “Please, sir, fuck my ass.”

  Colin growled, his eyes icy as he focused on the tight ring of my ass stretched wide on his thick cock. Slowly, he started to pull out of my gripping, sucking asshole as I moaned loudly in sweet pain and pleasure. He paused, and I groaned, trying to push back on him, desperate to feel him fill me again.

  “Please!” I moaned back at him, feeling myself blush furiously as I pleaded, begged Colin to fuck me.

  “Please, sir, fuck my tight ass with your big cock!” I was begging like a wanton slut now, not caring, simply needing him to fill me, to use my ass for his pleasure. “Please!”

  With a throaty groan, he grunted and pushed forward, inching his thick cock back up my asshole. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling of being filled by him again. Behind me, he slowly pulled back out, picking up speed as he worked to cram his cock back into me.

  My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of being utterly filled by this man, to be totally used by him. He grunted his pleasure as he bottomed his cock out of me over and over again, his hips pressing against my hands as I tightly gripped at my ass, pulling it apart for his pounding cock.

  My mind blurred and I panted, feeling the slow build catch fire inside me, growing faster, wilder, my eyes squeezing shut as I cried out at the sensations flooding through me. Reaching beneath me, Colin's finger strummed against my needy and aching clit as he shoved his cock deep in into my ass. I opened my eyes and cried out, gasping as I felt a shiver of shame and lust rip through me.

  Across the way, the couple from the other balcony were very openly watching us, watching me — watching Colin take me. They both faced us, sitting on the edge of the deck chair, legs spread as she slowly slid her pussy up and down the length of her lovers cock. From behind, his hands gripped and cupped at the swell of her breasts, pulling at her taut red nipples as they ground against each other, watching me.

  I moaned, loudly now, as I felt their eyes on me while Colin slid his cock in and out of my ass. I felt the slap of his heavy, cum-filled balls against my bare lips as he pounded me, felt myself clawing at the edge of sanity as my mind reeled at the hot primal sensations tearing through my core.

  My dark, hidden yearnings to feel completely at Colin's mercy, to be his willing submissive, came rushing to the surface, and I cried out loud. I moaned in my pleasure, at how totally free I felt, how unchained and untethered I was as I let my hair fall across my face, sinking utterly and completely into submission. With a throaty moan and a mewling cry from my lips, I held my ass wide open for my boss to fuck at his will. His thick cock drove me quickly to my third orgasm of the night, and I knew that I had officially left the good, uptight girl behind.

  This was the new me, the unbridled me who let herself revel in the dark desires of her passions, who was free to moan and quiver like a slut at the very idea of submitting to this man’s will. I felt the world spin beneath me as I moved my body in quaking crescendo, and just let go — totally free.

  And then, as Colin’s finger slid across my clit and the fat head of his cock wedged itself deep within my ass, with a deep cry and a shudder, my orgasm crashed around me. The wailing clenching quivering explosion of my climax wrenched itself through me. As my body clenched and shook in orgasmic bliss, Colin suddenly gave a heaving growl from behind me. Swelling and pulsing, I felt his thick cock erupt within the tight confines of my ass and he plowed in as deep he could go, unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside me. Groaning his pleasure, Colin bucked against me, his pulsing cock filling and coating the inside of my ass with hot, searing cum as my tight hole spasmed against his twitching girth.

  Across the way, the woman looked back at me, almost shyly now in contrast to her wanton display of raw sexual release from before, and blew me a kiss as her lover led her by the hand inside.

  Colin pulled me back into a standing position, flush against his body as he kissed at my sweat-soaked neck.

  “Welcome to Paris, Ms. Wilder.”

  14

  Colin

  I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed more — had to have more.

  I had to possess her in every way.

  I didn’t leave her room right after, either. Any other woman, and I’d have been out of there. Gone, back to my own world.

  Not with Bella.

  After I’d taken her like that against the glass, I’d scooped her up and brought her inside. I ran a bath in the huge whirlpool tub, and brought her in with me, letting the water and the jets soothe her.

  And then I’d kissed her, and we’d started all over again.

  That time, she rode me slowly, our eyes locked, her small body trembling as she came again and again on my cock. That time, I took my time, making her come more times than she could count before I roared my release into her mouth and filled her with my cum.

  I’d dried her, brought her to bed. I’d even laid with her until I had to go.

  But after that, there was no way I could sleep. After that, she was just…there.

  Deep.

  Hooked in my heart, buried deep inside somewhere I’d never felt before. Not even back with Helen before things went south.

  I’d never felt this, not for anyone.

  And it terrified me.

  It shook the firm, iron-fisted control I kept over all aspects of my life, both personal and business. I didn’t know what the hell to do with a wild card like Isabella Wilder.

  Well, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay with her in that room. I wanted to close my eyes and sleep with the feel of her breath on my chest.

  I wanted to hold her forever.

  Jesus.

  There was no way — no way that would ever work.

  She was what, half my age? Besides that, she was my employee. And then there was the shit with Helen.

  No, it couldn’t be.

  I hated the thought. I raged at the thought, because it wasn’t fucking fair. In Bella, I saw something I’d been looking for, well, forever. But things out of my control kept me from having her the way I wanted.

  I could take her in the dark shadows of her room, claim her body, explore it all with her and show her things she’d never felt. I could draw the moans from her lips, the pleasure from her body.

  But I couldn’t possess her heart.

  And it burned me.

  My heart jumped a little as I saw her come down at breakfast the next morning, my children in tow.

  God she looked good with them. They beamed, giggling and hanging off of her, happy in a way I hadn’t seen them since the crash.

  They deserved this.

  She turned to me and smiled, blushing red; I knew why.

  And I loved it.

  But there was something else on her face.

  Something dark, reserved.

  She brought the kids to the table, getting them settled and ordering from our waitress in perfect French before looking quietly at her plate.

  “Everything okay?”

  She looked up quickly, blushing again as we made eye contact before nodding. “It’s nothing.”

  I glanced at my kids, totally pre-occupied with something animated on their iPad, before I glanced back at her. “Tell me.”

  “It’s nothing,
Col— sir.”

  “Last night?”

  My brow raised. I couldn’t have that. Last night had meant a lot — much more than sex. We’d gone past that and I knew we both felt it. But I didn’t want her to have reservations, not about me and not about what we’d done.

  But Bella shook her head, blushing. “No, not— not that.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just personal stuff, you don’t want to hear.”

  “Trust me, I do.”

  She looked up, nodding quietly as her eyes darted across my face. “Okay.”

  “What is it?”

  “My mom, she…” She trailed off. “She might be sick.” Her voice quavered, her eyes watering, and I could tell she was doing her best not to cry.

  “Come with me.”

  I stood, pulling her aside and moving to a deserted corner of the mostly empty restaurant where we could still see the children. “Come here,” I pulled her in, wrapping my arms around her as she sunk into my chest.

  “What sort of sick?”

  “Cancer,” she whispered.

  I tensed, my eyes closing. “Bella, I’m so sorry.”

  “They don’t know yet, she’s going for a test today.” She quickly shook her head, looking away. “I’m sorry, this isn’t professional of me. I just read the email, and— and—”

  “Bella.”

  She looked up. “Sir?”

  “Right now I’m Colin.”

  She smiled, brushing a tear from her eyelid. “Thank you.”

  “Take the day off.”

  “No, that’s— it’s my job to be here for your kids.”

  “It’s your job to do as I say,” I said sternly. “Take the day, please. Relax in your room, get room service, go do some holiday shopping, anything. I’ve got the children.”

  She glanced up at me, her face falling. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

  “I would hope that’d be obvious,” I murmured. “Whatever you need, tell me.”

  She smiled again, chewing on her lip. “Thank you.”

  With Bella off to her room after breakfast, I took the children with me and called our pre-arranged chauffeur. Help was always good, but then, I wanted this time with my kids too. After all, this was Paris and it was almost Christmas.

  We skipped the museums, because as much as I wanted to culture my children, honestly, six and four were no age for sanity in a place like the Louvre. Instead, we went to La Petite Pâtisserie for scones — my favorite place to go in all of Paris. We went to the ice rink and the Luxembourg Gardens, me carrying the two giggling kids half the time I skated the ice.

  And it was perfect.

  But it was later, when we got back to the hotel, that the voice from my past chilled my blood as it came across the lobby.

  The one I never wanted to hear again, and the one that never brought anything but darkness and anger.

  “Hello, Colin.”

  I whirled, shoving my kids behind me as I narrowed my eyes at her.

  “What are you doing here, Helen,” I said with ice in my voice.

  “I just wanted to stop by,” she smiled thinly. “You know, say hello. Be cordial.”

  “Mommy?” Beckham said softly, peeking out from behind my leg.

  “Hello, sweetheart!” Helen’s eyes were glassy, her voice slightly slurred — not much, but enough that I could tell, and I felt my jaw tense in fury.

  Goddammit.

  “Come say hi to mommy, honey!”

  Beckham stayed behind me, his little hands gripping my trousers tightly.

  “Helen,” I growled. “You know the restraining order. You’re not supposed to be within two thousand feet of them, let alone in my hotel, in Paris for Christ’s sake.

  “You can’t keep my kids from me, Colin!” she suddenly snapped.

  I leveled my eyes at her. “You’ve been drinking.”

  “I have not.”

  “Leave.”

  “Or what?”

  “Or I get confrontational,” I said darkly.

  “Oh,” she laughed. “Is that a threat? What, going to be rough with me, Colin?” Her smile curled wickedly. “You know, I heard you’ve got someone new for that now.”

  I froze, and her eyes flashed.

  “Leave, Helen.”

  “How old is she, Colin?”

  Jesus, no.

  I felt my heart freeze as the grin spread across Helen’s face.

  “Let me see my children, Colin.”

  “Not a chance.”

  “Then I’m going start playing dirty.” She laughed. “But I guess you already did which just makes it easier for me.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know what I’m talking about. You know who I’m talking about.” She glared at me. “You let her near our kids, Colin.”

  “It’s not like that.”

  She barked out a mirthless laugh. “Oh? What’s it like then. What, you love her?” Helen rolled her eyes. “Please, she’s just some young tramp you’re having a mid-life crisis with.”

  I turned abruptly, scooping Lillian up and taking Beckham’s hand. “Let’s go, guys. Mommy’s feeling sick.”

  “Don’t you walk away from me!”

  I didn’t turn back once as I made my way to the elevators, my heart thundering in my chest.

  15

  Isabella

  It felt good to walk around and clear my head. I let the cool, snowy air of Paris numb my face as I walked the city by the river. I stopped to look at shop windows and bought an espresso at a cafe, but I mostly just lingered on the banks of the Seine, thinking about it all.

  Finally though, I headed back to the hotel, my stomach rumbling, my head still spinning, and my heart wanting only one thing.

  Because after a day away, I just wanted to be near him.

  It was such a dumb thought, but there it was. I needed him near me. I wanted his touch.

  His lips.

  And yes, I wanted him physically, but it was more than that. There was something about this proximity that just soothed me, and made me feel whole.

  And I needed that after this day.

  There was still no word from my mother as I walked back into the hotel lobby. I felt my heart tense up again thinking about the earlier email from my dad, how they’d found something on a scan on her ovary and wanted her to come in for testing. Of course, he’d said there was nothing to worry about, but that’s all I’d done all day.

  I was heading for the elevators — every intention of walking straight to Colin’s room and knocking on his door, when an older woman in a black coat stepped out in front of me.

  “Pardon, do you have the time?”

  I paused, glancing at my wrist. “Oh, its five-thirty.”

  She smiled. “American?”

  “Yes,” I smiled back. “Just visiting.”

  “Me too,” she said, still smiling at me. Her eyes dipped over me in this strangely curious way that made me hesitate.

  “I’m visiting my children you see.”

  “Oh!” I smiled. “That’s so wonderful. Do they live here?”

  She shook her head. “Just visiting as well.” She nodded at the elevator. “Going up?”

  “Yes, you?”

  She nodded as we stepped in. The doors closed.

  “Yes, they’re here with their father,” she said with a wave of her hand.

  “Well that’s so nice that you get to visit them.”

  There was something off about her, something about the way she kept staring at me — not to mention the smell of gin on her breath — that rubbed me the wrong way.

  “Yes,” she nodded again. “They’re here with their dad for the holidays.”

  I nodded.

  “With him and his little whore of a nanny.”

  I froze at the sharpness of her words, turning to her with my brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

  I gasped as she suddenly shoved me against the wall, slamming a finger into the stop button in the
elevator.

  “You!” she hissed, her face turning into a look of fury.

  Oh, God.

  And suddenly, I knew who this was.

  “You stay away from my children you little slut!”

  I quickly shook my head. “Helen, it’s not—”

  “Oh don’t give me that,” she hissed. “He already did. And we both know it is exactly what I think it is.”

  She reached into her purse and yanked out her phone, unlocking the screen before she shoved it into my hands.

  My heart sank.

  Oh my God.

  There on the screen were pictures — pictures of Colin and I from the night before, on the balcony.

  “You dirty, slutty little tramp,” she hissed, snatching the phone back. “That is my husband, you know!”

  “Your ex-husband.”

  My eyes went wide as the words boldly left my lips, almost unbelieving that I’d actually just said that.

  Helen snarled at me. “Well, my children.”

  I wanted to toss something back, but I knew that was a step too far. As horrible as Colin had made the whole thing sound, and as attached as I was to Lillian and Beckham, this was their mother. I wouldn’t go there — not here, like this.

  “Please let go of my arm,” I said quietly.

  “Here’s what’s going to happen, honey,” she hissed. “You’re going to leave.”

  “It’s my job to be—”

  “I don’t give a shit what your job is! Was it your job to take my husband’s cock in your mouth?! Hmm?”

  I froze, my face turning red and my heart sinking.

  “You’re going to leave, and that’s final. Not another peep to Colin, and no more contact. Especially not with my fucking children.”

  I shook my head, my eyes narrowing at her. “You can’t keep me from—”

  “Watch me, honey!” She suddenly paused and smiled wickedly again.

  “Such shame to hear about your mother.”

  I froze. “What?”