The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride
Chapter 27: Mr. Stark, I Feel So Hot
Summer’s POV
The world was spinning, but Brandon’s neck felt wonderfully cool against my burning skin. I pressed closer, seeking relief from the fire coursing through my veins. My lips brushed against his ear, and heard his sharp intake of breath.
His hand came up to cup my face, the slight chill of his palm heaven against my feverish skin. Everything burned–my skin, my blood, my core–too hot, too tight, too much. “Mr. Stark,” I breathed against his ear, “I feel so hot.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping hard, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. I whimpered, wrapping my armis around his neck, my nails digging into his shoulders as I pressed my aching pussy against his thigh, desperate for friction. Like a ship crashing into harbor, I clung to him, my body trembling as I rubbed myself shamelessly against his solid frame, soaking through my panties with every needy grind.
Footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing ‘closer. Brandon tensed, but I barely registered the danger through the haze of whatever they’d put in that tea.
“How could she just vanish?” Richard’s voice carried clearly through the door. “We brought her in ourselves!”
“Keep looking!” Elizabeth’s sharp command cracked through the air. After what she did to the Windsor heir, how are we supposed to secure that investment? This is your fault – I told you to guard the door until everything was settled. Now she’s gone!*
Brandon’s arm tightened around my waist. “Hold on to me,” he commanded softly..
The world tilted as he shifted me in his arms. The cool night air against my face helped clear my head slightly. Just enough to
realize…
“Brandon?” My fingers clutched at his shirt as I processed our position. “What are you…”
“Hold on.” His voice brooked no argument as he shifted me in his arms, balancing on the balcony’s edge. Below us, the garden stretched out like a dark maze, illuminated only by scattered security lights. “And whatever happens, don’t scream.”
He’s insane, I thought distantly. We’re going to die.
“Close your eyes.”
The world tilted sharply as he moved. Cool night air hit my face, and I felt the strange sensation of falling. But Brandon’s arms remained steady around me, his grip secure as we somehow ended up in the garden below.
I clung to him like a koala, face pressed into his shoulder as he navigated through the shadows. His expensive suit would probably be ruined, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Everything hurt except where I touched him.
“Sir?” James’s efficient voice cut through my haze. “What happened to Miss Taylor?
“Hamptons estate,” Brandon’s command brooked no argument. “Now
The world shifted again as he settled me into the car’s leather seat. He draped his suit jacket over me, but it was suffocating against my burning skin. I squirmed, shoving it off, my hands fumbling to hike my skirt higher, desperate to cool the throbbing heat between my thighs. My fingers brushed my soaked panties, and I rubbed myself shamelessly, moaning as I spread my legs wider.
“Stop that.” Brandon’s voice carried a note I’d never heard before as he caught my wandering hands.
“You’re mean,” I pouted, my words slurring as I arched my hips, trying to grind my dripping pussy against his thigh again.
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“How am I mean?” His deep rimble vibrated through his chest, pressed tight against my aching tits.
“You just are!” I whined, struggling to focus on his face–two gorgeous versions of him swimming in my vision. “I’m hot, I feel awful, and you won’t help!”
“Summer,” his voice dropped, a husky growl that sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs, “you’re not thinking clearly.”
The car jerked, and I was flung against his chest, my nipples scraping against his shirt through my thin top. My head bumped the window, tears stinging my eyes as he lowered it, cool air rushing in useless against the fire in my core. My hand slid down, brushing something hard and thick straining against his pants. “What’s this?” I giggled, palming his cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch under my touch. “Why is it-
“Don’t move.” His grip on my wrist tightened, firm but
as he throbbed beneath my fingers.
“You’re being mean again!” I whined, stroking him harder, reveling in the way his jaw clenched.
“Be good and stay still.”
“But you haven’t told me what that was! Why was it-”
“Behave. The word was a whip of authority, and I pouted, sulking as he spoke into his phone: “Twenty minutes to Hamptons!”
James raised the privacy partition, and Brandon’s cologne enveloped me–woodsy, masculine, intoxicating. I nuzzled closer, ignoring his efforts to keep space between us, and pressed my open mouth to his neck, sucking hard, leaving wet, red marks. My tongue traced his pulse, and I ground my pussy against his thigh, soaking his pants with my dripping arousal.
“Summer.” His voice was rough, strained, as I caught his earlobe between my teeth, biting down, delighting in his sharp inhale. His hands clamped on my waist, fingers digging in, and I couldn’t tell if he was pushing me away or pulling me tighter as I rocked against him, my clit pulsing with every grind.
“You smell so good,” I murmured, my lips trailing sloppy, wet kisses along his jaw, finding the corner of his mouth. I licked there, tasting him, my hands sliding under his shirt to claw at his chest, nails raking over his nipples.
For one electrifying moment, he gave in, his lips crashing against mine, tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, fucking it with slow deliberate strokes. I moaned into him, my pussy clenching as I rubbed myself harder against his thigh, chasing release. Then he pulled back, his dark eyes blazing, his cock visibly straining against his pants, a damp spot forming where I’d teased him.
“Not like this,” he rasped, his voice raw with restraint. His thumb traced my lower lip, and I sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, imagining it was his cock. The touch sent a jolt straight to my core, my hips bucking against him. “When me, I want you fully aware of what you’re doing.”
you kiss
The Hamptons estate loomed out of the darkness like a dream. As the car stopped, I glimpsed Dr. Sean leaning against the entrance, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his eyes narrowing with curiosity as he watched us.
Brandon lifted me from the car effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist, my soaked pussy pressed tight against his abs as he strode past Dr. Sean without a word. The motion sent the world spinning, and I whimpered, burying my face in his shirt, my lips sucking at his collarbone.
“Well, well.” Dr. Sean’s voice dripped with amusement as he crushed out his cigarette. “Who’s this? Brandon Stark bringing a woman to his private sanctuary? I never thought I’d see the day.”
Brandon’s only response was a curt “Get inside” as he carried me through the mansion’s elegant halls.
“Seriously, Brandon,” Dr. Sean continued, following with that effortless grace. “Who is she? You drag me out in the middle of the
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night don’t tell me you’re Taving… performance issues?
I felt Brandon’s muscles tense beneath me. “Another word,” his
voice was pure
ice, and I’ll make
you
regret it.”
sharpened. “She been drugged? Who would dare touch someone
“Alright, alright!” Dr. Sean’s tone stayed light, protection?
under your
but
Brandon laid me
condition. Now.”
carefully on the softest bed I’d eve
felt,
his hands
is ngering of
my
hips, his fury
palpable.
“Just check her
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