Bull: A Steamy Billionaire Romance Novel (3 page)

“When you’re given a command,
you should obey it,” he said threateningly, “or there will be hell to pay.” 
After releasing that comment into the thick night, he slammed the door shut
between us.

Uncertain which of many
emotions was taking over me, I started crying.  I must have been more startled
than anything because I couldn’t understand where the tears were coming from. 
I wiped them from my cheeks and ran desperately up the stairs.

There, in the entryway, was
Jared.  My sweet, loyal, tame Jared.  I ran to him with my arms spread, tears
rolling down my cheeks for a second time, and he received me immediately.

“Vanessa, what’s wrong?”  His
eyes were wide with concern and I could see all his love for me in his big blue
eyes. 

I wanted to tell him
everything, about the frightening man and how I had almost gone with him in the
ballroom.  I wanted to tell him about the girl screaming, about the torture,
and most of all the threats.  I imagined Jared hearing it all and sweeping me
off my feet to carry me to the car.  But I kept silent.

“Everything is fine.  I just
tripped and banged my knee pretty bad.”  I was a bad liar but could fool Jared
most of the time.  I searched his face for a sign of whether he bought it or
not.

“Oh, poor thing,” he said as he
reached down to rub my knee.  “Are you better now?”

“I’m always good when you’re around,” I confided.  He smiled dopily and took my
hand again.

“Is this too much for you yet? 
We can go anytime you need to,” he said, concerned.

Say yes, say yes!
I heard
myself cry out.

“No, I’m alright.  Let’s stay
as long as you like,” and we were on our way back to the ballroom.

We resumed our timeless
position against the wall, watching others fuck anonymously and moan in
ecstasy.  I grabbed another drink, but it didn’t help me escape the clutches of
the beast.  I had thought of him previously as my admirer, but the way he
ravaged that poor girl was anything but human.  She was obviously in pain.

Still, when I caught them she
had a chance to signal for help and didn’t. 
Was it possible she had
consented to this?
  I had heard of bdsm fetishes before but I wasn’t well
versed in it.  Certainly no one could wish that upon themselves.  Still, I
wondered if I was wrong about her intentions.  I wondered how it felt to be
suspended from the ceiling awaiting the beast.

I replayed the terrifying scene
in my mind over and over and with each review a sense of familiarity came over
me, as if I knew him from somewhere before.  I dismissed this feeling and
blamed it on the repetition of my thinking.

Jared hadn’t let go of my hand
since we returned.  He was enjoying himself, but I could tell I was holding him
back.  I was swallowed by guilt.  I was disconnected from the passion and
ecstasy flooding the ballroom.

Just then, I noticed the doors
open.  I must have been the only one paying attention because no one else
turned their heads, not even the few standing at the entrance.

The beast
, I
thought, as I saw a thick, blocky shadow step into the room, dripping with sweat. 
He paused a moment, searched the room, and when his yellow eyes caught sight of
me, his vision narrowed in.  He exhaled a big puff of air, ready to charge me
and Jared.

I swallowed hard and prepared
as much as I could for the punishment that awaited me.  I expected him to run,
to leap at us in anger, but he kept a cool composure as he moved toward us,
placing one thick leg in front of the other.

An unsettling thought came upon
me. 
Where had I seen this man before?

He continued toward me until he
was only inches away.  I could hear his sweat drip, and I felt his hot breath punch
my cheek.  I don’t know what I was thinking, because despite the fear
tightening my chest into a knot I bravely looked up into those bright yellow
eyes.

Now that he was closer, I could
see they were silver and reflected the light of the room, giving them a yellow
tinge.  His eyes were beautiful.  They were large and full.  Like an empty lake
at midnight, they had me mesmerized.  I felt an adventurous desire to dive in.

3

I’m not sure how long we stared
at each other in silence.  I’m not sure if Jared had noticed anything between
us.  All I was aware of were those glowing eyes and the change in my adrenaline
from fear to excitement.  I stood vulnerable before this strong, dangerous man.

I noticed a shift in his eyes,
quick like a light switch.  He leaned his lips to my ear.  Frozen, I waited for
him to break the silence and reprimand me for catching him.  I expected him to
show Jared and me the door, but what he said took me by complete surprise.

“
God
, woman, I
must
have
you,” he whispered as he grabbed my wrist in a firm grip.  He spoke in a deep,
breathy voice that sent shockwaves through every inch of my body. 

Maybe the oxygen was leaving my
brain, because all I wanted was to know what it felt like to be suspended
before him, defenseless like I felt in this moment.  The fluttering in my chest
traveled down my stomach giving it a small cramp and rippling between my legs. 
My pussy swelled and I could feel my sweet nectar pool between my thighs. 

There was no more denying it.  Everything
I feared about this man made me want him more, and the more I desired him, the
braver I became. 

My silence must have been
concerning because he placed his other hand on my cheek to face him.  He
surveyed my lips as if looking for the best way to approach them, and then
expertly maneuvered them to mine.

He kissed hard and tenderly at
the same time.  His pout was soft on a rugged jaw and he pushed into me until I
winced.  I could feel him smiling through our kiss and my body felt
disconnected from my head, begging silently for attention.

He pulled away slowly and
released his grip.  Finally awoken, I turned to Jared who had been watching us
and grinning.

“
Go, go
,” he whispered. 
“Have fun.”  I panicked a little but pushed through it. 

“No,” said the beast.  Confused
at his refusal, I turned back to face him but he was watching Jared.  “You’re
coming too.  You’re going to watch me fuck your wife like she’s never been
fucked before.”

My heart stopped.  He seemed
dangerously competitive, not that there was much competition with Jared to
begin with.  Jared wasn’t skinny but he wasn’t big.  He was tall but not as
tall as the beast.  In bed he was loving and tender, always putting my needs
first, doing the best he could.  And I felt guilty admitting it, but he wasn’t
nearly as handsome and rugged as the beast. 

Jared looked confused, but
intrigued.  He eyed the beast a moment to uncover his intentions, but when he
found no answers, just nodded silently.

“Good,” said the beast. 
“Follow me.”

Oh shit
, I
thought. 
Were we going to his sex dungeon? 
I know earlier I wanted
that, but now that it may actually be happening,
fuck
. 

But we didn’t go downstairs, we
went up instead.  Jared and I watched the beast’s perfect ass as we followed
him past each step.  I was comforted by the realization that the back of him
was just as strange to me as his silver eyes.  I assured myself that I did not
know who this man was.  The stairs took a similar turn like they did going
down, and we finally reached a long dark hallway.

He didn’t search for a light,
but continued into the darkness, eventually disappearing into it.  We could
only follow the thud of his feet, nearly running into him when he stopped.  I
saw a glimmer of light bounce off a set of keys he pulled from his pocket and
used to unlock a door to his left.  When he pushed the door open, a soft red
glow washed over us and he showed us in.

The display before us was not
what I expected.  In the middle of the room was an unmade canopy bed with silk
black sheets and black pillows.  On either side were long windows that were
cracked enough to let in the cool breeze, and in all corners of the room were
Victorian chairs facing the bed.

Where were the tools?  The
whips, the chains?
  I still had a lot to learn about the beast.

“Before you enter,” the beast
said, “there is one rule.”

Jared and I looked at each
other with concern in our eyes, but Jared’s growing interest took over.  “And
what is that?” he courageously asked.

“Moans, screams, cries of
ecstasy and pain are allowed, but no talking.  The only word permitted will be
‘bull’ if the sex is too intense,” he said in a deep and serious tone.  I
glanced again at Jared, but he stared down the beast, deciding what to do next.

“You got it,” said my stupid
husband. 
No talking?
What if I need to reach out to him?
  My
fear was returning as I felt like a piece of meat being tossed into a wild
dog’s cage.  Without turning to me at all, Jared stepped in the room and picked
a chair on the right.

The beast placed his hand on
the small of my back, leaned into my ear and whispered, “Go to the bed, stand
in front of it, and turn to face me.” 

My knees shook and my legs felt
like pudding as I made my way to the bed.  The end of my dress slid up as I
walked so when I reached the bed I tugged on it to pull it down. 

Between the pounding in my head
and the reddish light of the bedroom, I felt like I was in a bad dream. 
Preparing for the worst kind of pain, my head lightened until it was floating
above the room. 

I turned to face the beast, and
was again swept in familiarity.  I was more certain this time that I’d seen him
before, standing in the doorway staring me down now with glowing red eyes.

In a blur, he let out a roar
and charged me at full speed slamming the door behind him in one swift motion. 
Before I could piece together his actions, he had my dress ripped and to the
floor, one arm around my waist and the other on the back of my head.  He kissed
harder than before and bit my lip almost to the point of breaking the skin.

My first thought other than the
pain in my lips was of Jared.  My loving, tender husband in the corner,
watching his beautiful wife attacked by a monster.  I imagined him horrified
and knew he’d step in at any moment to save me.

A few rough kisses later and
the beast started running his hands all over my body, touching ever inch.  He
had my bra off without me even noticing and placed his hands on the back of my
thighs.  In one sweep, he bent my knees causing me to fall.  I had to catch
myself by wrapping my arms around his neck and then my legs around his waist. 
He held me to him, breasts pushed against his huge chest, and I stole a glance
at Jared to find him releasing his cock from his pants.

He’s actually enjoying this!
I
thought.  A strange arousal filled my body as I saw my husband getting off to
me with another man.  A dangerous man.

I went all in.  I kissed back
hard and pulled the skin on the back of his neck to which he responded by
biting my bottom lip harder. 

He pulled off only long enough
to toss me on the bed.  I fell half on my back and half on my hip and when my
eyes focused I saw the Bull climb up the foot of the bed, standing tall above
me, studying every inch.

The next thing I knew he was
crawling over me, kissing his way from my stomach to my breasts, where he
landed on my left nipple and bit. 

Jared never bites my nipples
, I
thought as a metallic taste entered my mouth and a shock shot through my entire
body. 

The beast had rough hands that
ran down the sides of my body as he teased my nipple, flicking between bites,
and felt Jared’s hot gaze following the beast’s touching.  Then I had a
horrible thought: 
Maybe Jared would learn a thing or two.