This Horny Brat Destroys Her Billionaire

By Saskia Lane

Stuck at a boring business conference with her slutty mother and her mother's alpha male boyfriend, Steve, Bella's shocked when she catches Steve alone in the bathroom pleasuring himself while her mother stimulates herself with a sex toy in the master bedroom. Their relationship is on the rocks. The two people Bella loves most in the world are drifting apart. Their kinky family set-up is doomed when gross, sadistic, dominant billionaire, Casey Gordon, starts hitting on Bella's smoking hot Mom and Bella's mother responds to his brutal seduction. There's only one way Bella can save the situation, she must surrender her hot, virgin, legal-age teen body to the billionaire's savage BDSM-fueled lust.

 

Hot, with a plot. 13,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vital Books Inc
• Release date: Nov 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215427132

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE: A SHOCK IN THE BATHROOM

I examine the place on my breast where the bite was.

I move in close to the poky little mirror in this poky little hotel room and slip my tit out of my T-shirt and thumb the perky softness where the love-bite was...

... The love-bite that’s the freaking reason I’m stuck in this boring hotel at a boring business conference with my Mom and her boyfriend in the ‘master’ bedroom next door.

It was definitely a love bite, a hot hard love-bite...

... Geoff’s teeth sinking into the succulent softness on either side of my nipple, letting me know how much he likes small, pert tits, his bite so full-on passionate I yelped out loud— ‘Ow!’, and that was it— Mom’s boyfriend Steve raging into my bedroom, booting Geoff out of the house with a flea in his ear and giving me the talking-to of a lifetime, insisting I come to this boring business conference with him and Mom so I ‘don’t go getting myself into trouble!’

I’m eighteen-years-old! I can get into freaking trouble if I like! How I like! Any time I like! It’s a free country, isn’t it? But that was it. Steve, Mom’s boyfriend, and Mom too, telling me they weren’t having me stay in the house on my own, not with Geoff hanging round.

That was three days ago. The love-bite’s long gone. The cool teeth marks in my shapely tautness have smoothed themselves away, but it still feels nice, tweaking my nipple and massaging the place where he bit me and thinking about Geoff’s teeth sinking in so hard, like he wanted to eat me whole.

... Oh... oh... oh God...!

The cry startles me.

For a second I think it’s me. For an instant I assume that stroking my tight, engorged nipple and this sudden hot tingle between my legs has made me moan out loud. But it hasn’t.

... Oh... oh... oh God... yes... yes...

There it is again and it’s definitely not me.

‘... Oh... oh... oh God... yes... yes’ is coming through the wall. ‘... Oh... oh... oh God... yes... yes...!’ is coming from the ‘master’ bedroom next door, Mom and her boyfriend unwinding after the morning seminar.

My mother and Steve do a lot of unwinding. There’s another seminar at two, but they’re going without lunch so they can fuck.

... Oh... oh... oh yes... yes... ye-eeeeeeeees...

It’s alright for some.

I concentrate on how soft and taut and shapely my virgin titty is and do my best to block out the noises coming from next door. I move up closer to the mirror and thumb more heat into my erect nipple and feel an answering pulse tingle up from my pussy.

The tingle feels so good I unzip my short shorts and push my hand inside. I’m all warm and slippery where my thong is.

Mom’s boyfriend, Steve, doesn’t like me wearing short shorts, especially these low-rise ones, cut so high up my crotch I can almost see how slippery my shaved mound is, pulsing at the delta of tight, white denim. Steve doesn’t like me even wearing these short shorts around the house let alone at a business conference with all his high-powered business cronies about.

... Fu-uuuuuuuk...

I’m wetter than I thought. I plaster the hot slick around my melting pussy lips with my fingertips and try to imagine what Geoff would have done after that love-bite if freaking Steve had given us a couple more minutes.

... Oh... oh... oh God...

This time the cry’s definitely me. I only meant to rim this melting feeling a bit, maybe rub my clit a little juicier, but suddenly I’ve got two fingers inside me. My molten surrender’s throbbing on two slippery knuckles. I’m totally bringing myself off.

... Oh... oh... oh God... yes... ye-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees...!

When I finally pull my fingers out, my split’s a succulent mess of throbbing juice soaking into the crotch of my short shorts yearning for me to zip myself up