Stuck between the billionaires

“There’s nothing to talk about here. It was printed boldly in the contract you signed that no strings are to be attached. It’s just sex, Phoebe, us having fun,” Trevor spat out as he ran his hand through the short black strands of his now tousled hair. It was evident that he was slowly losing his temper. His cock was erect and the familiar scent of his arousal filled the room, assaulting Phoebe’s nostrils. Or should she say their arousal, as her panties were damp wet and her pussy kept throbbing as if threatening to explode if not given what it demands? But she wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction, not until Trevor saw that it wasn’t about the money or sex anymore. She wanted something more. She loved him. It wasn’t planned but she did now and didn't want to be just the toy he plays with. “I think I now see what this is all about,” his voice broke her inner monologue as he turned to face her, tsking. “You’ve finally found out whose son I am, isn’t it? And now you want to rob m

Phoebe got out of the elevator and headed towards the private ward of the Lockwood hospital. On reaching the door, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door. She'd done a good job with her makeup so it would be hard for him to know she’d been crying. His grey eyes were the first thing that caught hers as James raised his head to see the person who was intruding on his privacy, his facial features softening into a smile on seeing that it was his daughter. “Come on in. I have missed you, my child,” he said as he motioned to the little stool nearby. “Good day, Dad. How do you feel today?” “What can I say? The old man is waiting for the day he will meet his Sarah,” he replied as his gaze darted into space. Phoebe ignored him as she walked to the seat. Sarah, her late mom died five years ago during the premature birth of her sibling. In their need for another child, they had ignored the doctor’s warning to get rid of the pregnancy as it was dangerous, and she h

The men let go of her arms and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” Phoebe asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention. Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it. But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to. Bile rose to her throat as series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters. “Relax princess, there's enoug

“Good evening Madam, I am Marcy and I'm here to deliver your food and to get you ready for tonight,” The woman introduced herself, her head quickly bent, denying Phoebe access to her face. “What's happening tonight?” Phoebe asked, ditching the question that had been at the tip of her tongue. Marcy bowed her head, a brief silence filling the air before she spoke. “I'm sorry ma’am but it's not in my place to let you know if the young master hasn't told you yet. I am only following instructions,” she said, her voice carrying a tremble that made Phoebe wonder if she was crying. “Okay,” Phoebe answered as she paved the way, letting Marcy into the room. She had a lot of questions and needed answers but forcing it out from a worker didn't seem the best idea. Marcy kept the tray containing the food on the bed and Phoebe’s eyes were quick to see the file on it. She quickly picked it and was about to go through it when she noticed that Marcy was still standing and stealing glances at her.

Lucas towered over Phoebe and sealed his lips with hers, searching her mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me,” Lucas murmured as he saw the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed them. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. A moan tore out from her lips as his wet tongue found her arching bud, licking, sucking, biting and taking all of her reasoning from her. She held on to hi