Because He Owns Me (Because He Owns Me, Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance)

Because He Owns Me (Because He Owns Me, Book One) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Hannah Ford

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    BECAUSE HE OWNS ME (Because He Owns Me, Book
One)
    by Hannah Ford

 
    Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved.   This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

 
 
 
    CALLUM

 
    I was about to leave when I caught sight of
her.
    She was sitting at the bar alone, her hands
clutched nervously in her lap.
    Long blonde hair hung straight down her back,
and she was dressed in tight jeans that hugged the curve of her ass and a snug
black t-shirt with a line of tiny white buttons down the front.   The shirt clung to a pair of full, pert
breasts.   It was cold in the club,
and her nipples were prominent through the cheap material.
    It probably tore easy, I thought, imagining what
it would feel like to rip the buttons off one by one until her swollen nipples
came into view.   I wondered what
those high breasts would look like covered in ropes of my cum .  
    My cock twitched.
    A pair of black high-heeled sandals encased her
feet, and her toenails were painted a deep pink.   I’d never had a foot fetish, but the color
was undeniably sexy.
    She had full pouty lips and a wide face, her
skin porcelain and smooth. She’d obviously never been here before.   I could tell by the way she’d laid her
phone on the bar, keeping it close in case she needed to call someone.  
    A first-timer.
    My cock twitched again, more insistent this
time, as I thought about pulling on that long blonde hair, tangling it in my
fingers, her back arched and my dick nestled between her ass cheeks as she moaned
in ecstasy.   I imagined tying her up
in one of those back rooms, pushing her to her knees, her full lips stretching
out around my dick.
    One night only.
    It was my rule.
    I was never with a woman for more than one
night.
    It was a rule that could never be broken.
    No exceptions.
    Ever.
    I had my reasons.
    But was she the type that would go for an
arrangement like that?  
    I took another sip of my drink, letting the
beat of the music wash over me.
    The girl at the bar looked around nervously,
and as she did, she met my gaze.
    Her eyes were clear blue.   I thought about how she’d look down on
her knees, her hands tied behind her with a rope, those big wide eyes looking
up at me as I fucked her mouth.
    You can’t do that to her, Callum, I thought.   You could have any woman in this
club.   Find a different one.   She’s too pure.
    But her pureness was what drew me to her.
    Was she even from New York?   Everyone who came to Manhattan was
looking for something.   What was she
looking for?   A quick little tryst
before she went back to East Bumfuck or wherever it was innocence like hers
came from?
    She turned to look at me, and our eyes
locked.   Something rushed through
me, an overwhelming feeling unlike anything I’d ever felt before.   It was as if the wind had been knocked
out of me.
    I recovered quickly and smirked at her, and she
flushed and turned away.
    I was about to get up and go get her when she
dipped her hand into her purse.
    Then, ever so slowly, I saw her remove a small white
pill from a pink shell case.  
    Well.
    That settled it.
    I had two rules.
    The first was one night only.   Never any more.
    And the other was no drugs .
    Ever.
    I turned away, the disappointment that rolled
through me out of proportion to the situation.
    Five more minutes.
    Then I was getting out of here.

 
    ADRIANA

 
    I’d been stood up.
    It was my own fault, really.   I’d known meeting a guy on a dating app
was not the best idea.   But Nathan
had seemed nice enough – he’d gone to Stanford, he was at NYU business
school getting his MBA, he had a nice smile and sandy blonde hair.   Nothing about him screamed raging
asshole or serial killer.   Of
course, I’d been a tiny bit suspicious when he’d insisted on meeting for a
drink and not dinner or a movie, but he’d sounded nice enough on the phone, and
if I was being honest, I knew little

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