The Russian Billionaire: A Romantic Suspense Novel by Georgia Carre (readict .TXT) 📕

There’s something intoxicating about knowing that he’s so into me he has to fight not to lose control.

“You look fucking incredible,” he growls, as he begins to slam into me.

His thrusts are so strong I have to clench the sheets so I don’t get thrown across the bed. His cock is deeper in me than it ever has been before.

I press against him to take him even deeper. He tips his head back, jaw clenching once more. I can tell he’s getting close.

I don’t take my eyes from his face. I want to see this, to watch him give in to how much he wants me. I feel my pussy clenching once more, tightening around his cock, and to my surprise realize that I, too, am close again. I reach up and run my hands over his body, forcing myself to remember this moment, this feeling.

“Fuck …” He roars as he thrusts himself into me, deep and hard, one last time.

He comes hard, his body shaking, and moments later I follow him into the abyss, every inch of me trembling with pleasure as my second orgasm explodes in me.

He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom, before crashing back down on the bed next to me.

“Now come sit on my face,” he orders.

I hesitate for a second, surprised that he wouldn’t want to rest for a bit then, dizzy with lust, I crawl up to his face and put my wet, swollen pussy on his hot mouth.

And all thoughts of visiting the Tower of London and the Dungeon are forgotten.

Gone.

Obliterated.

Kaput.

Raine

I see the creatures after we drive into the long driveway of Huntington Manor. They are quite a distance away and they are peacefully grazing. At first I think I must be dreaming because they are like something from a fairytale. Two horses, one pure gold and another the color of champagne, but in the evening light they are glowing as if they are made from burnished metal, and yet, they are moving and moving so fluidly and elegantly, they cannot possibly be mechanical horses.

“Wow! Are those special horses? I have never seen anything like them before.”

“They are a wild Turkmen horse breed. They’re called Akhal-Teke, but because of their shiny coats they are more often referred to as Golden Horses.”

“They are tame. Can I ride one of them?”

“Those two are not suitable for you, but I have a placid mare that you will love.”

I turn to look at him. “What makes you think I need a placid mare?”

He holds his hands up. “Don’t bite my head off. I’d just rather be safe than sorry.”

“I’ll have you know when I was a kid I used to ride a horse without a saddle.”

He laughs. “Somehow I can imagine that.”

Then the car pulls up to a massive house made of gray and white stone. Six thick, tall Greek style pillars adorn the front of the house. A man dressed like a traditional butler is already waiting at the top of the stairs. He looks the way I have always imagined a butler would. He has expressive, pale blue eyes, and to my amusement even his name is James.

He greets us with warm, lemon scented towels. He tells us there is a jug of Pimms and fruit waiting for us on the South terrace. Konstantin thanks him, then sends him away on an errand, and we are alone again.

“Wow, the way you live,” I whisper.

“Do you have your cellphone on you?”

“Yes.”

He takes a pen out of his jacket pocket and drops it on the stone floor.

“What are you doing?’ I ask confused.

“Can you unlock your phone and give it to me?”

I’m surprised, but I take my phone out of my purse and hand it over to him. He takes it from me and I see his fingers move with lightning speed on my screen. Then he hands the phone back to me.

“Read it,” he instructs.

I start reading and a frown appears on my face. I look up at him. “What is going on?”

“Continue reading,” he says softly.

So I continue reading. I am reading the exact transcript of our conversation. I scroll upwards and everything we said in the car is there. The transcript actually ends with the sentence that actually makes my skin crawl.

Pen drops on hard floor.

I look up at him. “What is this?”

He shrugs. “Your phone is listening to you. Everything you say and what others say in your presence is recorded forever. It’s all there if you know how to look for it.”

I gaze at him in confusion. “I don’t understand. Are you saying somebody has tapped my phone?”

“No, everyone’s smart phone is recording them twenty-four seven.”

“But how did it know that you dropped a pen on a hard floor?” I ask still in disbelief.

“The AI has accumulated so much data and become so advanced it is now able to distinguish the different sounds.”

I take a deep breath. Wow, I will never feel the same about my phone again. It is not just tracking my location, which I knew about and dismissed as a necessary evil, but its actually spying on my private life. “Why did you show me this?”

“Because I’m going to have to ask you to put your phone into a Faraday cage while you remain in this house.”

“Oh, but I’m expecting my mom to Skype me.”

“We have landline telephones in many parts of the house and a computer room if you prefer to speak on video chat.”

Silently, I hand the phone to him. We go into the foyer and it is made of pure white marble. It is breathtakingly beautiful. The graceful curved staircase has a deep red runner carpet. He puts both our phones into a metal cabinet hidden away inside an antique mini cupboard.

“Tell me about the USB stick Lana gave you,” I say.

“I cannot tell you anything about that, Raine. It is a secret project. In fact, I would have preferred it if you had not seen the stick at all. The less