Bought by a Billionaire

By Kayci Morgan

ALL HE WANTS IS A LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS

He looks at me and I forget to breathe.

He touches me and the world falls away.

He's made me an offer I can't refuse, full college tuition in exchange for becoming his.

But everything is so confusing. How do I know what I want? Who I want to be when I can't even think straight?

What if this isn't healthy? Maybe I should get out while I still can.

Or maybe I should say screw the world and die in his arms...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayci Morgan
• Release date: Apr 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386651895

Kayci Morgan

Kayci Morgan has had a passion for romance and fantasy for as long as she can remember. She lives in Chicago with her family. In her cozy apartment, she spends endless nights tapping away at her keyboard and playing computer games unheard of by normal people. Her English Literature degree serves as a superb coaster for her 20oz mug of coffee. Follow her sleep deprived ramblings at her website: http://www.kaycimorgan.com Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/kcmwriter Twitter: @kaycimorgan

Book preview

Chapter 1

Emma crept down the stairs with her worn pleather suitcase in hand. Papa was still at work and Mama was in the kitchen fixing dinner. Emma’s brothers didn’t notice as she rushed past the open door of the family room. The three of them were tangled up in a ball, wresting over the remote.

She didn't have to sneak out. After all, she was eighteen, an adult now. She had every right to leave. But if her parents knew what she was about to do, they would have locked her in her room, and grown or not, her father would have taken a strap to her.

Even after Emma was out the front door and past the fence that surrounded her family's farm, she still couldn't take a breath. She was a mile down the road before she even dared to use the wheels on her suitcase. By the time she reached the bus station, she was exhausted from the long, hot walk. Sweat made her thin tank top stick to her skin. She loaded her luggage onto the bus and climbed aboard. Resting her head against the window she watched as the familiar faded into the marvelous unknown.

She must have been insane to run away from home so that she could become some rich man's slave. Deep down she couldn't blame her parents for what they would have done. She needed to be locked in her room and perhaps even deserved the strap. When she got settled, she’d send word that she was safe. She didn’t want them to worry, but she had to leave.

Her parents didn’t understand her. More than anything they wanted her to be happy, but they couldn’t imagine her wanting more than what they wanted for her—a home, a husband, a family. Ever since she was a little girl she’d hear stories about people traveling to amazing places but always wanting to return home. She could never understand that. If she got picked up by a tornado, she’d never leave Oz.

She'd just graduated from high school. College wasn't even a consideration. When she told her mother she wanted to go to Art School, her mother laughed and said, You’re too old for drawing, you need to be looking for yourself a husband. You ain’t even brought home a beau yet. Her father was a bit more understanding. When she told him about her dreams, he got her a part-time job at the General Merchant where he bought her art supplies. All the free paint and canvas she could use…good try, Papa.

But Dylan was different. For months they talked online every single day, about everything and anything. When she told him about her dreams for the future, he took her seriously. He told her about a prestigious university in his area with a well-respected Art program. She laughed off the idea. Her parents could never afford something like that. She’d been thinking maybe some classes at the local community college.

I’ll cover it. He said it the way someone says they’ll pick up milk on the way home from work. But she knew he was serious. He was giving her a choice at an entirely different kind of life. However, there was a cost. She had to come live with him as his slave. He wanted her complete and total obedience. This thrilled and terrified her at the same time.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew that she could end up on the back of a milk carton. But great reward required great risk. If she wanted her life to be an adventure, she had to be willing to jump.

The bus ride was long and gave Emma lot of time in her head. He’d offered to fly her down first class, but she chose the bus instead. She took comfort in the familiar while she still could. Tennessee to California in ten stops. When she reached her destination, she grabbed her bag and headed through the bus depot to the parking lot out front. She scanned the area for his face. What if he looked differently in person? No, she'd not only seen him in pictures, she'd seen him on webcam, every inch of him. She knew exactly what he looked like.

Most of the people out front were quickly greeted by the passengers they'd been waiting for. The only person still standing there was a black man leaning against a silver Lexus. Emma checked her watch. Had she arrived early? Was Dylan late? Or had he changed his mind and decided not to come at all? If he didn't come to pick her up, what would she do? She hadn't even considered the possibility of being stood up. He’d seemed to want this as much as she did.

Ms. Cobb?

Emma looked up at the man by the Lexus. Her brow creased. Yes?

The man grinned at her, flashing his perfect white teeth as he extended his hand. Hi, I'm Jamal. Dylan sent me to pick you up. I knew I should have made a sign, but I thought it might be kind of hokey for a bus station.

Emma shook his hand. Oh…well…thank you for the ride.

Jamal picked up her suitcase and put it in the trunk. Not a problem ma’am. I’m his driver. I guess that makes me your driver too now. He opened the door and gestured for her to enter.

Emma climbed in, keeping a nervous eye on her driver as if he might suddenly decide to abduct her. But she didn't get a bad vibe from him at all. Under most circumstances his pleasant demeanor would have put her at ease, but at the moment a tranquilizer dart couldn’t have relaxed her. Soon she would be in his presence.

As the car sped down the expressway, she didn't know where to look. From time to time her eyes would meet Jamal’s sexy hazel stare in the rearview mirror. No one compared to her Dylan when it came to looks, but Jamal was easily a close second.

You nervous?

Emma jumped at the sudden sound. Maybe a little. She tried to smile. Not every day does a girl... She didn't know how much of their relationship Dylan's driver knew about so she let her sentence trail off.

Get enslaved? Jamal volunteered.

Emma couldn't help but laugh. It sounded so ridiculous when said aloud, but that's exactly what she was agreeing to. And while it wasn't really slavery, she could always just go home, she was trusting that he was the kind of man who'd let her go home if she wanted to. Am I crazy?

Yep, Jamal answered without a moment’s hesitation. But brave too. Dylan's a good guy. I have a feeling the two of you will be very happy together.

Has he done this before?

Kidnapped a teenager off her family farm? Nope. You're the first.

Emma blushed. There were things that Emma only said in her head. Things she couldn't stand to say aloud because they sounded so silly in the light of day. Jamal seemed to have no such quandaries, which endeared him to her.

After a twenty minute drive, Emma noticed the strangest thing. On the right side of the road, everything was desert, sand and dried brush, and on the left side of the road everything was green and lush. When they reached a gate, Emma realized they’d been circling Dylan’s estate. How much did it cost to grow your own personal forest in the middle of a desert? Her stomach twisted as they drove up the pathway.

He lived in a two-story mansion with Roman columns on each side of a white door. Jamal offered his hand, helping her out the car and then grabbed her bag out the trunk. They entered the foyer which was rich and beautiful with a curved staircase and doors in every direction. She followed Jamal through the second door on the right and there was Dylan.

He rose from his Victorian styled sofa and sat his glass down on the table next to him. His luscious lips parted slightly and he stared so hard with his vivid blue eyes her legs shook. He was dressed casually in a polo shirt that matched his eyes and gray slacks, but even dressed down he exuded authority and confidence.

Take off your clothes.

Chapter 2

Emma blinked a few times, replaying his first words to her. She turned and looked at Jamal who simply sat her luggage next to the door and with a short bow departed. She needed confirmation that this wasn't normal. This wasn't how you greeted people. No matter how much they'd done online, this was too fast. She chuckled. Aren't you going to at least buy me dinner first?

I don't like repeating myself.

Emma's mouth went dry. This was too much. She was tempted to use the safeword he'd given her. But what would that make him think of her? He hadn't laid a hand on her and she already couldn't take it.

Taking a deep breath, she reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to the ground. Then she added her underwear in the pile. She stood before him completely naked, her bare feet on his cold marble floor. She folded her arms, covering her breasts to maintain what modesty she could.

Dylan walked over to her. The heat of his body beckoned her to come closer. He walked around her in a circle. She could feel his eyes on her skin. Drop your arms.

She closed her eyes and let her arms fall to her sides. He stood in front of her, but she kept her eyes closed. If she couldn’t see him, then he was less intimidating. He lifted her chin which made her open her eyes.

Perfection, he said with such sincerity she almost swooned at the sound of his sultry voice.

She yelped as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the room.

Where are we going? she asked.

Does it matter?

She thought about it. Whether he said to my bedroom where I will ravish you or to the kitchen where I shall chop you up and eat you, there was very little she could have done about it at this point. Not only was he much bigger than her, he was far stronger. The only difference between the two responses would have been the amount of screaming she did on the way there.

He actually took her somewhere that wasn't on her list at all—a bathroom bigger than her bedroom back home. He sat her down on a chaise lounge. Across from her was a tub against a glass wall that overlooked the gardens out back. He turned on the faucet and poured in some sort of bubble bath. Soon the sweet smell of lavender filled the room. Picking her up again, he carried her over to the bath and lowered her in.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. This was exactly what she needed. Her journey to him had been both exhausting and nerve-wrecking and this was the exact opposite of that. The sponge traveling up her thigh made her open her eyes for a moment and peek at him.

When they chatted online, he’d sometimes leave the camera on while he worked. And she would sit there for hours, watching his face with this expression of intense concentration on it and that was the exact expression he wore as he washed her. She didn't know why, but this made her tingle between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together in response.

Are you hungry?

Huh? she asked as she snapped out of her thoughts. Oh, no. I ate on the bus. She was flustered again. Who admitted to eating bus stop food to a godly Adonis giving them a rubdown? She did. That's who.

If Dylan thought her lame, he didn't show it. Without another word, he continued washing her carefully and methodically, until by the end she felt cleaner than she ever had. She would tense whenever his soapy hands would run over her breasts or between her legs, but he seemed to give them equal care to any other part of her body.

When he took her out the tub and began to dry her, rubbing every part of her from head to toe, she had to speak. I feel a bit like your pet dog here.

Without pausing or looking up, he replied. Pet, yes. Dog, no. Then after a moment he added. Hmmmm, I've never tried puppy play, I'll add that to the list.

Emma gulped. The list?

Dylan finished drying her off, stood up and answered her matter-of-factly. The list of all the dark and dirty things I’m going to do with you.

A spark shot through Emma's body straight to her clit. Oh...do I get to see this list?

Dylan pretended to be writing on air. Puppy play dash maybe. End of list.

Emma rolled her eyes. Well, now that I'm all clean. What's next?

What are you hoping is next?

Emma shrugged, refusing to verbalize her desires.

Dylan picked her up and sat