Page 570 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
That and shoes.
And of course my bestie Ash. Which is why I was currently high-tailing it away from all the 8-inch erections on Roma Island and back toward the yacht. I was on a mission. Save Ash from her dirty, hot kidnapper. And then get fucking railed.Honestly…maybe by her kidnapper…
I would love that for me. I bit my lip as I hit the gas harder on my jet ski. The combination of the vibrating jet ski seat and the idea of being taken by the kidnapper made me moan. Especially since I knew the kidnapper was the banana king. And boy waspacking.
There was just something about a good kidnapping that really did something to me. Probably because I really loved being tied up and blindfolded. It heightened everything. Especially if it was legit a life-or-death scenario. Although, no one would kill me after they saw my perfect tits. So it wasn’t that scary. #PerfectTitsFacts.
I was almost back to the yacht where my extraction team was. I was fashionably late as always, and I could see Ghostie staring at me. His strong arms were folded across his chest, a cute little scowl plastered to his face. Teddybear walked up next to him and looked equally strong and annoyed.
Hmm.I wondered if maybe I liked the idea of being kidnapped so much because of that little lesson that Ghostie and Teddybear had given me in the art of kidnapping. It wasn’t really a lesson from them, so much as I coerced them into it and then blackmailed them into being at my beck and call for all my needs ever since. But the details weren’t important. What was important was that Ghostie and Teddybear had really enjoyed showing me all the sexy things a kidnapper would do to my body.
That was the first time I’d had sex with my bodyguards. And I hadn’t stopped since. They were like…obsessed with me. But as I stared at Ghostie’s stern frown and Teddybear’s piercing gaze, I felt myself smiling. Honestly, with the two of them around and my superior intellect and problem solving skills, I’d never truly be kidnapped. But I could sure act it out again…
Gah, there was no time. I had to save Ash. Apparently the banana king had moved up the sex auction. I was up against the clock instead of up against a cock. I needed to save Ash’s virginity before it was too late.
I pulled my jet ski up to the yacht and Ghostie helped me on deck. I expected him to immediately get back to work, but instead he pulled me down a flight of stairs.
“Ghostie, what are you doing? We need to hurry and save Ash!”
He grunted a response, pulling me past one of the cabins and into a small hall bathroom. He locked the door behind us. The space was tight, almost as small as the restroom on Daddy’s fun jet. But it seemed smaller since Ghostie was so muscular and domineering and currently caging me in against the vanity.
I put my hand on his chest. “Ghostie, we need to get to Ash before it’s too late...”
“I lied. The sex auction wasn’t moved up. I just needed you back here.”
“Why?”
“Because I meant what I said on the comms. This…” He traced his thumb along my lower lip. “…Ismine.”
Before I could respond, he kissed me, slamming my butt against the edge of the vanity.
Fuck.It was like he’d just been on the vibrating jet ski instead of me. I was really loving how possessive Ghostie was getting. But he thought my mouth was his?Silly Ghostie. No man was ever going to own me. Honestly, it was much more likely that I’d one day own a man.
I remembered the sinful things Ghostie had whispered through the comms while I was back on the island.If I was there, I’d tie your hands to the posts and bend you over.
It was like he knew I wanted him to play kidnapper. I’d stared into the cameras the whole time I deepthroated another man. Ghostie had been watching. And I’d put on a good show for him.His ragged breath through my earpiece would have been enough for me to know he liked it. But he’d also said a few more things that had tipped me off.
Your mouth is mine.
I’ll rail you until your legs go numb.
Oh, and then there was the obvious -You better be ready for another cumshot when you get back to this boat.
Ghostie’s hands pulled at the fabric of my referee costume like he was a wild animal.
I thought maybe he’d cum watching me through the cameras. But apparently he’d been waiting for me.
One of his hands skated down to my exposed breast, while his other fell to my throat. His fingers tightened ever so slightly.
God yes.
He bit my lower lip before pulling back.
I tried to stand up on my tiptoes to further the kiss, but his hand around my neck kept me in place. Just like a kidnapper would do…
“On your knees, you little slut.”
I smiled up at him. I loved when he spoke dirty to me. “I knew you liked what you saw me do back on the island.” I reached out and unzipped his pants, palming his erection through his boxers.
