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Brutally His: A Dark Billionaire Romance by Zoe Blake and Alta Hensley – Extended Preview

The second Harrison put me in the back seat of his sedan, I slid across and tried to get out of the car through the other door.

Apparently, the driver was on Harrison’s side and he locked it. I shot the driver a dirty look and sat there with my arms crossed, stuck in the Mercedes-Benz.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked through clenched teeth.

He didn’t respond, just stared at his phone, typing occasionally, refusing to look at me or answer my questions.

The Mercedes pulled into traffic. The apartment buildings went from rundown, seven- and eight-story tenements, to industrial-style high-rises covered in glass, to older but well-maintained brownstone buildings. It was a journey across the economic spectrum, ending in old money New York, where baroque motifs gave the entire block a beautifully elegant, historical feel.

We arrived at a brownstone building that looked to be about fifteen or so stories high and had a uniformed doorman standing in front of the glass doors, waiting to open them for us.

I wasn’t sure where we were, the Upper East or Upper West Side, but I knew I didn’t belong here. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at Harrison, waiting for him to explain himself or at least tell me where we were.

He grabbed his leather laptop case and the tote bag filled with my clothes and got out of the car.

I didn’t follow.

As far as I was concerned, there was no reason to get out of the car.

He leaned down and peered inside with a furrowed brow. “Eddie, get out of the car and follow me inside, or I will pick you up and throw you over my shoulder again. I do not have time for your childish antics.”

One look at this man, and I knew he wasn’t bluffing. He would absolutely pick me up and throw me over his shoulder like a petulant child. Again.

And I didn’t think anyone walking along the streets here would be any more inclined to stop him than they would be in my neighborhood. If anything, they’d chastise me for disturbing the peace.

God forbid my kidnapping inconvenience anyone else.

I knew I was being dramatic, but I was cold, hungry, unemployed, and now homeless. That earned me the right to a pissy attitude in my book. With an annoyed huff, I slid out of the car and followed Harrison into the building.

The lobby alone was stunning, with a beautiful marble mosaic on the floor as well as other Gilded Age details like the fleur-de-lis in the molding and the stunning design painted around the base of the crystal chandelier that hung down from the two-story ceiling.

The doorman greeted Harrison by name and asked if his guest needed to sign in. I assumed that meant me.

“No, thank you,” Harrison said to the doorman. “It would be best for all involved if nobody knew she was here. However, she will be leaving each morning for work and returning late. Please see that the other doormen are aware of her presence and know which apartment she’s in.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Astrid,” the doorman responded, then tipped his hat to me and called me Miss. I was not aware people still tipped their hats. Maybe the rich paid extra for outdated chivalry.

“I’m putting you in apartment fifteen oh seven,” Harrison said. “At least until we can find something more permanent.”

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen here. But I am not okay with having you pay for an apartment for me or put me up in your little sex den.”

“I’m not entirely sure what a sex den is,” Harrison said, quirking a brow at me. “This is an investment building for me. I’m putting you in a furnished apartment that is usually rented out to corporate clients for long-term visiting executives.”

“It’s not like I can afford any better place to live. Where I live now is affordable.”

“That was my next question,” Harrison said. “Why are you living in the slums? Paralegals make more than crackheads. Are you dealing with some type of addiction, a gambling debt, or something?”

“Sort of,” I admitted.

Harrison looked at me, his eyes wide. He was not expecting that answer, so I clarified.

“I bet on my future with a high-interest student loan backed by the federal government, designed to keep the poor where they are while letting them dream of more,” I said, not bothering to hide my bitterness. “I’m trying not to start my career half a million dollars in debt, so I’m trying to pay off my undergraduate degree while also saving for law school.”

“You’re smart enough for scholarships,” he said.

I couldn’t help but laugh again at the arrogance and the complete lack of awareness of what reality was like for other people. It continued to astonish me.

First, he actually thought people gave a fuck about housing court. The idea he had that it was designed to protect the tenants and not the landlords was hilarious. And now he thought that scholarships were easy to come by or that they would actually make a dent in the cost of higher education. Or that even if you got one to pay for your tuition, it didn’t matter because you still needed money for food, rent, books, and countless other necessities.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, not having the energy to enlighten this privileged dick about how the world worked for the rest of us.

“Because I need you at work, I need you doing your job, and I need to know that you’re safe. I can’t have my paralegal, the only one who knows the case that I’m working on, in danger.”

“I’m not your paralegal anymore.”

“Agree to disagree.”

He led me to the apartment, and when he opened the door, it took my breath away.

I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this wide-open floor plan with massive bay windows and state-of-the-art kitchen appliances. It actually had a full kitchen. Not just a mini fridge and a hot plate tucked into one corner of the apartment, but a full kitchen with an oven and everything. The living room was massive, and then another hallway told me there was at least one separate bedroom and bathroom, if not more.

“Take a look around. Let me know if there’s anything else you’ll need.”

I spun around the living room and indulged for a moment in the fantasy of staying somewhere like this place. I dreamed for a moment that a home like this could actually be my life.

Then I turned and headed for the door before it hurt too much.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Harrison asked.

“Home, assuming I still have one. If not, I guess I’ll have to see if I can stay with a friend. Since you got me evicted and all.”

“No, you’re staying here,” he said slowly, like I didn’t understand.

I reached for the front door. “No, I’m not.”

Harrison grabbed my wrist, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to let me know that he wasn’t letting me out of the apartment. He got between me and the door, blocking the only path I knew out.

“Let me go, Mr. Astrid,” I said.

“I told you not to call me that,” he repeated.

“Fine, let me go, Harrison.”

“Better, but no.”

“I’m not your whore. You do not get to trade an apartment for sexual favors.”

“I never said you were my whore. I never treated you like my whore. Do you want to talk about what happened yesterday? Fine. If you want me to spank you again like the brat you’re being, I am more than happy to oblige, but you are not leaving this apartment.”

“I need…” My words trailed off as I tried to figure out what I needed.

I needed to know that I had earned my success honestly. I needed to not be attracted to a man who was not only my boss but engaged to be married to another woman. I needed to feel in control again, something I hadn’t felt since the moment I met him. I needed to get away from him and his seductive influence.

I needed him out of my life.

His hand moved to my face, cupping my jaw and tilting my head up so my gaze met his. “Tell me what you need.”

That warm, floaty feeling started to build in my core again, and I didn’t know how to tell him I needed to run as far away from him as possible. So I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, let me tell you what I need, and we can go from there.”

I nodded.

“What I need is very simple here, Eddie. I need to know that you are safe and will make it to work on time. I need this day to be over because it has been unbelievably long and wretched. I need you to let me do this for you right now. We can talk about it again tomorrow, and we can work out something more permanent, but I need to know that you are not going to freeze to death in your sleep. Or be accosted by crack addicts trying to sell your kidneys for a hit.”

“Fine,” I said, giving in. “I will stay for now.”

My eyes flashed down to his lips and then back to his eyes. We were standing close enough for the warmth of his body to radiate into mine, for the scent of the whiskey that he had drunk earlier to waft between us.

“Good, now let’s discuss what I want,” he stated.

My mouth went dry. Was this the part where he treated me like a whore who needed to serve him to earn my keep? Since my heart was in my throat, I just nodded.

His thumb moved over my lower lip. “I need you under me. I need to feel this sweet mouth wrapped around my cock. I need to hear you moan again.”

He pushed his thumb into my mouth, forcing me to suck it.

As he mesmerized me with the lust-filled look in his gaze, I could almost feel the sting of his hand on my ass like some sort of pleasurable, phantom pain.

Heat pooled between my legs. The dirty truth of it was, I wanted to be his whore. I wanted him to force me to my knees.

I wanted it… but it was the last thing I needed.

Tightening my abdominal muscles to brace for his inevitable rage, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and gently pulled his thumb out of my mouth.

I took a step back… and then poked the beast. “How does it feel to want?” I challenged.

There was the barest of moments when what she’d said didn’t register.

Someplace in my mind asserted that she couldn’t possibly have just said what I thought I heard.

To challenge me in that way would be akin to a kitten going up to a lion and biting its paw just to get a rise out of him.

Bold. Intriguing. Sexy. Confident.

Sure, it was all those things, but it was also the very definition of begging for it.

The apartment was silent, except for the muted sounds of the city filtering through the windows.

Very calmly, I shrugged out of my coat, folded it in half, and draped it over the nearest chair. I then unbuckled and flipped open the leather satchel I used as a laptop bag and pulled out the small, black plastic bag nestled inside.

Turning my back to her, I dumped the sack’s contents out onto the hall table, cracking open the hard plastic packaging of one item, while tearing off the tag of another.

Finally, the silence was too much for her. “In case it wasn’t clear, that was your cue to leave. I said I’d stay here for the night but that’s only because you made going back to my own apartment a little tricky. Once the dust clears, I’m sure I’ll be able to convince my landlord to forget about it.”

I kept my back turned as I unhooked my gold cuff links and untied my tuxedo bow tie before tossing them both in the expensive Murano glass bowl.

She sighed heavily. “I’m hoping I can rely on you for a decent referral after all this. I would appreciate it if you could look past our… personal differences… and focus on my work product. I’ll need something when I start searching for another position.”

She was twisting the knife but I continued to ignore her as I unbuckled my belt and whipped it through the loops before wrapping it in a circle and tossing it on top of the other contents of the bowl.

Truth be told, my rage was such that I didn’t trust myself with the belt around her.

She sighed again. “Are you going to say anything?”

I straightened my shoulders and tilted my head to one side, then the other, cracking my neck. “Yes… Run.”


I shrugged out of my tuxedo jacket. “I suggest you run because you are not going to like what happens when I catch you.”

Her audible gasp was all I heard before she took off down the hallway, leaving only her crumpled blanket on the floor in her wake.

Gathering the items I had purchased earlier, I followed.

Before I could turn the corner, she had slammed the nearest bedroom door shut.

I had planned on doing this in the main bedroom but one of the guest rooms would suffice.

Without bothering to knock, I stepped back and kicked the door open.

Eddie was standing in the center of the room but she quickly scurried to the far corner. “I know you’re mad—”

I denied it. “Mad? Babygirl, I’m looking at mad in the rearview mirror.”

The items I was holding got tossed into the center of the bed.

Her eyes widened at the lube, butt plug, spider gag and other toys.

“Hell no!”

The corner of my mouth lifted as I untucked my tuxedo shirt and pulled it over my head. “Screaming here will help you even less than back at my office.”

She started for the doorway.

I blocked her path, kicking the door shut. “Not so fast.”

“Harrison. Let’s talk about this.”

I shook my head. “Too late. I wanted to talk. You said no.”

“I’ve changed my mind.”

I stalked toward her. “So have I. Take off your clothes.”

“What happens if I say no?”

I shrugged. “I tear them off.”

“You can’t do this.”

I tilted my head to the side, observing her. “Tell you what, babygirl. Prove to me you’re not turned on right now at the idea of being forced to submit to me, and I’ll turn right around and leave.”

She swallowed. “Of course, I’m not turned on. You’re my boss—former boss. You have a fiancée—”

“A fake fiancée as part of a business agreement.”

“What’s the difference?”

“For one, I have no intention of fucking her. Unlike my intentions toward you.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, that’s not going to happen because I’ve already told you I’m not turned on.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to need to see some evidence proving it.”

“How am I supposed to—”

I flicked my eyes down then back up.

She shook her head. “Oh, no! No way.”

“Do you want to get out of here or not?”

Her gaze traveled around the room.

I smirked. “You’re wasting your time. The only way out is through me—or under me.”

“I could sue you for this.”

“I’ll save you the time. How much do you want as a settlement? A million? Two? Ten? I’ll pay it.”

Her shoulders slumped. “How am I supposed to prove it to you?”

“Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she did as she was told.

I approached her, already smelling the warmth of her skin and the faint remnants of her perfume.

She was wearing a gray hoodie with I Heart NY on it and a pair of leggings.

Stepping behind her, I ordered, “Kick off your sneakers.”

She inhaled a trembling breath but slipped out of her simple canvas sneakers.

Standing close but not touching her, I said, “Now slide off your leggings.”

She turned her head to glance at me over her shoulder.

I barked, “Face the wall.”

She whipped her head forward again. Then she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and slowly bent in half as she pulled them down over her hips and thighs until they pooled at her feet.

She hissed the moment my hands spanned her naked hips under the long hem of her hoodie.

“Step out of your leggings and push your hips back.”

Her breathing was labored as she slowly did as I commanded.

Aching to touch her, but refusing myself the pleasure until she admitted defeat, I kicked her leggings away and nudged her legs open further with my foot.

She was now doubled over, her palms pressed against the wall with her hips pushed out.

I knelt behind her.

“What are you—”

I cut her off. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”

After placing my hands on the backs of her thighs, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her sweet, fully aroused pussy. I moaned. “Tastes like winning.”

“It doesn’t prove anything.”

I caressed her pussy, teasing her clit with the two middle fingers of my right hand. “It proves everything.”

Rising, I stretched my arm out and grabbed the silver metal butt plug. Leaning over her bent-over body, I said, “Open your mouth.”

Eddie whimpered but did as she was told.

I pushed the wide plug between her lips and rolled it over her tongue. “Good girl. Get it nice and wet because next it’s going up your tight little asshole.”

She tried to shake her head and talk around the plug. “No! I’de neber—”

“Shhh. Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

After pulling the plug free, I laid a restraining hand on her lower back. “Push out your hips.”

I ran the rounded tip of the plug between her cheeks.

She clenched.

Shifting my hand from her back, I spanked her several times. “Do. Not. Clench.”

She sniffed. “Please, I don’t want you to stick anything in my ass.”

I leaned over her and nipped at her earlobe before whispering, “How does it feel to want?”

Before she could react, I pressed the tip of the butt plug against her puckered hole.

She shifted her hips forward.

“Do you want another spanking?”


“Then push your hips out and don’t clench.”

Watching as the delicate skin around her hole resisted, I pushed harder until the plug finally slipped past her tight muscle ring.

“Ow! Ow! Ow! No! Take it out.”

I tapped the circular, fake-diamond handle of the plug before giving it a twist.

The movement caused her to rise up on her toes, pushing her ass higher in the air. She protested even louder. “Please! It’s too full. It hurts.”

I chuckled. “This is just your trial plug. Wait until I force you to accept the inflatable one.”

A tremor wracked her body.

I reached onto the bed and picked up another toy. “Now turn around and get on your knees.”

She obeyed but not without a wince as she tried to move with the intrusion deep inside her ass.

“Take off your hoodie.”

I was pleased to see she didn’t have a bra on. I held up the spider gag. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth nice and wide.”

A tear slid over her cheek before she licked her lips and then opened her mouth.

I gingerly placed the metal prongs into her mouth, prying her lips open, before buckling it behind her neck. Taking a step back, I slowly lowered my zipper and pulled out my already erect cock.

Her eyes widened.

I grasped her chin. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good little whore, or I’m going to get my belt and make you wish you had. Understood?”

She nodded, more tears falling down her cheeks.

I traced her lips with the head of my cock before pushing it into her mouth. I threw my head back and groaned, trying to resist the urge to make her deep-throat me right then and there.

Her hands pushed against my thighs while I slowly thrust into her mouth.

The gag prevented her from biting down or closing her lips.

I had complete control over her.

Her shoulders hitched and she gurgled and gagged each time the tip of my cock pressed against the back of her throat.

I stroked her hair before twisting my fist into it. “Do you like being forced to submit to me, baby? Do you like me forcing my cock down your throat?”

She moaned before nodding.

I smiled. Goddamn, she was the perfect woman for me. I thrust in deeper, gagging her.

Her tongue swept the sensitive underside of my shaft as I increased the pace. I applied pressure on her head, pushing her forward. “That’s it, babygirl. Take my cock in your sweet mouth. I want to feel your nose against my stomach.”

Her eyes widened as she tried to plead with me despite the gag and my cock down her throat.

Ignoring her pleas, I pressed harder. Pushing past her gag reflex until the ring of muscle at the back of her throat clenched around the head of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, baby. That’s it. Swallow me.”

I pushed in the last few inches until her chin brushed my balls and the tip of her cute nose hit my stomach.

Another time, I would last longer and savor the feeling, but not tonight. Tonight her submission and the feel of her throat was too wickedly amazing.

I thrust several more times before I eased back and grasped my saliva-slicked cock to release a warm stream of come onto her tongue.

I leaned down and helped her to her feet before I pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed. After grabbing her legs and spreading them, I gave her an order. “I’m going to lick this delicious pussy and when I’m done, I better see my come still melting on your tongue.”

Kneeling before her, I flicked my tongue over her clit and didn’t relent until her hips bucked and her body trembled with her release.

When I rose over her body, her mouth was still open from the gag. My come pooled in the center of her tongue. I pushed my fingers past her lips and coated them with my own release.

I then flipped her onto her stomach. By now I was already hard again.

I unbuckled the spider gag and asked, “Are you ready to take my cock up your tight ass?”

The moment the gag fell away, she looked over her shoulder. “Please, Harrison. You can’t!”

Pulling her up onto her knees, I spanked her ass several times for good measure with my free hand before I tugged on the handle of her butt plug.

Eddie groaned and fell forward onto her forearms to bury her head in the coverlet.

I watched her asshole stretch around the plug and resist as I slowly pulled it out.

Eddie moaned as the pressure increased.

Finally, her asshole gave way and the plug popped out. The moment it did, I swept my come-coated fingers over her still gaping hole.

Preparing her.

Stepping close to the edge of the bed, my cock brushed her ass cheeks as the fronts of my thighs brushed the backs of hers. I ran my hand over her back and twisted her long locks in my hand.

I wrenched on her hair and growled, “What do you say?”

She whimpered. “Don’t make me say it.”

I notched the tip of my cock in her still slightly gaping hole that was now a tempting cream pie. “Say it. Show me what a good little whore you are. Beg me to fuck your ass.”

She shifted her hips as she rasped, “I’m scared.”

I reached around her and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple, already knowing how much she liked that. “You should be. This is going to hurt like hell, but I know you’re going to like the pain. Aren’t you, baby?”

Her body jerked under my grasp and my filthy promise.

“Oh God! Treat me like your little whore. Fuck my… fuck my ass.”

I thrust forward.

Her scream mingled with my guttural groan of pleasure.

Tightening my hold on her hair, I gripped her hip and thrust again. Pushing her past her limits as my cock stretched her asshole. Watching her little hole stretch around my girth was the single sexiest thing I had ever witnessed.

I thrust again, each time pressing into her deeper. “Where’s my cock, baby?”

She moaned. “In my ass.”

“Does it hurt, babygirl?”

She breathed heavily, her smooth back glowing with a slick sheen of sweat. “Yes. Oh God, it hurts.”

I pounded in several more times. “Do you want me to come in your ass?”

“Yes, please, please, please come!”

I spanked her right cheek. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Yes, please come in my ass.”


“Because I’m your good little whore.”

Still I held off for several more minutes to press my fingers against her clit, needing to feel her come one more time before I did.

The moment her body stiffened then trembled, I let out a roar and smashed my hips against her ass as I spilled my hot come deep inside of her.

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