Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother)

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eyes. It seems I was
right about that quality. He wants me all to himself.
    “ Why did you do that?” I ask, my voice jumping as he
pummels into me.
    “ Because I want to fuck you alone,” he growls,
thrusting with an frantic intensity as his lips kiss mine and we fall
into a fit of passion that no one could break.
    I lose myself to him even more in that moment as I lean
back against the cold mirror, my body thrown around and fucked with
the vigor of a bull. His eyes turn darker, losing focus as the storm
rages inside him and his dick begins to belch up the fruits of his
loins.
    He comes in me so hard I feel like I'm being shot inside
my pussy, the warm gush spreading deep, filling me up. Our breathing
creates a sexual mist in the room that would give any man an erection
if they walked in, any make any girl's cunt start growing immediately
wet.
    And then, when we're done, he takes me to the shower,
turns on the water full blast, and we wash each other's bodies until
we're clean, dripping, and exhausted of all sexual need, at least for
now.
    He dresses in a robe, and I do the same, and with his
focus returning and voice growing calm, he looks me deep in the eye
and speaks.
    “ I don't want you performing here again, Ashley.”
    His words are almost prophetic, because I want exactly
the same thing. But still, I have to ask.
    “ Why?”
    “ Because I think you're perfect, and you shouldn't be
here. I've had to suffer watching you fuck all these men, and I can't
take it anymore. If it's money you need to set you free, I'll give it
to you. Just don't come here again.”
    “ You can't just give me money,” I say.
    He leans in, an intensity in his green blue eyes.
    “ Then earn it off me.”
    And with that he kisses me, deep and hard and
passionate, and our tongues link together within our mouths, binding
us together in a contract.
    Oh, I'll earn it alright.
    And instead of fucking the men down here, I'll just
fuck him instead.

PART THREE
    Chapter One

    “ I'm sorry, Randall, I just think it's time for me to
quit. But, I really appreciate everything you've done for me...”
    “ It's quite alright, Ashley, it really is. There's no
need for any drawn out goodbyes.”
    I'm sitting at dinner with Randall once more, but this
time the tone of the conversation is completely different. It's the
sort of dinner that draws a line under everything, a courtesy to wrap
things up nicely in a big bow.
    And this time, I'm paying.
    Frankly, I didn't expect him to take it quite so well,
but then, he has always been incredibly affable and casual about
everything. In truth, I'm probably over exaggerating my own
importance and value in the show room. In reality there are dozens of
girls who are just as good as me waiting for their time to shine.
    “ Might I ask, what's prompted you to call it a day?”
    He's probing, his intelligent eyes spying for some
reaction.
    “ I just think it's time I followed my dream. With your
help – which I'm very grateful for – I've made enough money to
restart my life. It's time I started looking to the future.”
    He takes a sip of expensive wine, and I can't help but
think that every time he lifts the glass another twenty or thirty
bucks are disappearing down his throat.
    But then, I promised myself I'm going to pay, and it's
not like I can't afford it now. With all the money I've accumulated,
I've got over half a million dollars sitting in my bank account, all
post tax profits.
    He puts his glass back down, and burrows his eyes inside
me.
    “ And this has nothing to do with Mr Trent?”
    My confused reaction is genuine. I have no idea who Mr
Trent is.
    “ Sorry...who?”
    He must be able to spot my genuine bewilderment.
    “ Ah, so he never told you his surname huh?”
    I shake my head.
    “ Who?”
    “ Grayson Trent. I run the shows, Ashley, and I'm the
one who put him in the room the first time he requested it, and the
second, when he was part of the orgy. I know what happened when he
took you out

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