I stole the billionaire’s heart

Chapter 30: 30

Jill Malik P.O.V

I put on my black lace mini dress and stared at myself in the huge golden mirror in Flynn's bedroom. The rooms in the yacht were all extravagant and had all the amenities one needed.

Yesterday Aunt Lydia and Milan left New York City. Flynn and I brought them to the airport last night. They went home in the private jet of the Vasilios, because the fifty boxes of legos somehow needed to go to Barcelona. Neither me or Flynn were Lego fanatics. 2

This afternoon Flynn picked me up from work and drove me to my apartment to get my clothes. After that, we drove straight to the yacht, because Flynn hired cooks to prepare our dinner and they needed access to the yacht.

Right now, Flynn was downstairs probably doing the finishing touches on dinner. I looked at the clock and it was already 8 pm. I did the finishing touches on my makeup and walked outside to the dining room. I had asked him earlier if I should help him, but he said that he had everything under control.3

The lights in the dining room were dim and there were candles everywhere. I looked around to find Flynn and let out a gasp when he appeared behind me with a bouquet of red roses. He looked so handsome, but then again when doesn't he? His appearance alone was seductive. His tousled blonde hair glisten in the dim light of the candles. His cold blue eyes were full of intensity as he took in my appearance. The white cotton shirt with a silky blue vest and a pair of black pants, tied everything together.

"I already told you before---" he licked his upper lip as he stared at my dress. "Lace is never a good idea."3

I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Get use to it, Vasilios."

He groaned and pulled me closer to him. I could smell his aftershave and I could feel his hot minty breath fanning in my face. He caressed my cheeks and tilted my chin to press a soft kiss on my lips.

"I'm hungry." he said, breaking the kiss. "And how much I really want to eat you right now, I don't want to waste the delicious food my cooks have prepared for us."5

He intertwined his fingers with mine and we walked together to the dining room. It was a candle light dinner, so romantic. The table was right next to a window where I could see the brooklyn bridge.

Flynn placed the roses in a vase and then he motioned his maid that we were ready to have dinner. A whole bunch of plates came out of the kitchen and my eyes widened at all the different kind of dishes. This was way too much for only two people.

There was mushroom pasta with goat cheese, french onion chicken, Red velvet french toast, butter chicken, Pineapple chicken kebabs, chicken alfredo lasagna, and chicken casserole. I didn't know where to start. Should I start with french, mexican, indian? Being rich gives you all these options. 1

I decided to start with the french onion chicken. It looked so delicious and I could not hold myself back anymore. Flynn went for the butter chicken first. I was happy that he picked dishes I was familiar with, because even though I'm use to go to fancy restaurants, I usually ordered the same exact dish every time. Of all the dates I went on with Flynn, I think this may be my favorite so far.

"How's your night so far?" Flynn asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"It's amazing. The food is delicious." I said, looking up from my food.

He laughed. "It's always about the food, isn't it?"5

"Don't be so jealous, Vasilios." I grinned. "I like your company too."

"My girlfriend just chose food over me." He shook his head and let out a disapproving sound. "What is life?"6

"Oh god Vasilios, you're so dramatic." I laughed, kicking his knee from underneath the table.

"Ouch!" he yelped, rubbing his knee under the table. "Bytheway pudding, you look gorgeous. I don't even need to tell you that, you know."

"It's always nice to hear it from you Vasilios. To hear it from a handsome man himself."

"Not gonna lie, you just boost my ego."

I laughed at that and continued dinner. I tried to taste a little of everything and it all tasted so good.

After dinner we went outside on the deck to get some fresh air. It was a full moon night and everything was so bright. It was silent, the only sound we heard was our breathing and the sound of water hitting the side of the yacht. I stared at the beautiful view in front of me. Flynn was right when he told me that the Brooklyn Bridge was even more beautiful at night.

I turned around to face Flynn who was standing behind me. His body was pressed against mine and I could feel his erection pressing on my butt. He looked down at me and frowned. If he thinks that I can't feel it, he's so wrong.

"Can you tell your big boy to calm down?" I asked, trying to shove him away but he just stood there firmly watching my small frame.

He didn't say anything, instead he went with his thumb over my lips and started to kiss me gently yet demanding. "I told you, lace is not a good idea." he whispered seductively in my ear. His hand went to my back as he pushed me into his gorgeous chest. My body trembled against his as I felt the effect he

had on me. My body seemed so excited to his touch while my mind was yelling for him to stop. He stopped kissing me and watched me intently as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

It has not been a month yet, he has to wait.

Screw my mind.

When I looked up in his bright blue eyes the swirls of emotion I saw in there made me gasp. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Lust and desire.

Before I could say something, he yanked me closer to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than before and I opened my mouth with a low moan.

"Fuck!" He cursed incoherently as his fingers found the zipper of my dress. He was halfway unzipping it when I realized what was going on.

"Stop!" I whisper-yelled breathlessly. "We're outside."

He smirked mischievously and before I could say anything else he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders with my butt sticking in the air.

"Vasilios!" I squealed, hitting him from behind. "I can walk!"

He chuckled lowly and stroked my butt. I let out a loud gasp. He's not going to do what I think he's going to do.

"AAH!" I yelled out as I felt a painful sting on my right butt cheek. He did not just spank me. "You little motherfu---AAH!"

This time my left butt cheek became the victim of his spanking. "I told you." he said stroking the place where he spanked me. "Lace is a really bad idea, pudding."

I was about to give him a snarky remark when he let go off me and pushed me against the wall of his king sized bedroom. "Kiss me, pudding." He kissed me hungrily again and his hand made its way to my thighs. He caressed it softly sending shivers of delight through my whole body.2

At this point I was on fire.

He placed wet kisses from my jaw to my neck as he fiddled with the zipper of my dress. In no time my dress fell on the floor, exposing my black lace bra and panties.

"Lace again?!" He groaned, trying to bite it off so he could have full access to my breasts.

"Nah-ah-ah." I held his head back with my fingers and cocked an eyebrow at him. "This is my favorite one, treat it nicely."3

He muttered some curse words underneath his breath. "I can buy you a thousand more, pudding."

I let out a loud gasp when I heard the sound of fabric ripping. He did not just...?! Well, there goes my favorite lingerie set.

He swept me up in his arms and gently put me on top of him as he layed down on the bed. My heart beats faster as this all felt so familiar.

Me on top of him.

Me on top of the stranger.

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"Pudding." he whispered, kissing the knuckles of my hand. He flipped me over so now he was on top of me. His eyes darkened as he studied my breasts. He leaned in and sucked on one nipple, making me gasp and arch my back. He flicked his tongue slowly against it, torturing me.

"Flynn..." I moaned restless.

"Daddy Flynn for you, pudding."

My eyes immediately snapped open. This can't be...He can't be...

"Ahh...!" His erection was pressing against my core and I was already losing it. My mind was swirling and I think I started to hear voices.

Daddy Flynn. That's exactly what I said six years ago, during the one n.... "AHh! Shit, Flynn!"

I let out a gasp and cried out a moan when I felt his finger entering me. I bit down on my lip when suddenly he started sucking onto my neck. His finger went faster and faster in me and I was about to lose my consciousness as I felt my orgasm near.

I was waiting for release, wanting it, but Flynn stopped unexpectedly and pulled his finger out of me and licked my juices off his fingers.

"What the fuck!" I yelled out frustrated.

"It's not one month yet, pudding." he smirked. "As I remember you told me that---,"

"Oh fuck that!" I cried out. "You can't just make me all hot and bothered and not finish what you've started."

"Is that your way of saying that I---," He hadn't finished his sentence as his mouth found mine.

"And by the way," he whispered in his velvety voice. "You taste so damn good."

I wrapped my legs around him and watched him take his clothes off. His big boy immediately jumped out of his boxers. Big, hard, and ready.

He spread my legs wider and ran his length up and down my wet opening. My breath began to stutter as I coated him. He wasn't even in me and I was already feeling like I was about to pass out. Will he even fit? Well, if a woman is able to pop a human out, I don't see why he wouldn't.6

His mouth found mine again and he kissed me. This time soft and gentle. "I love you." he whispered hoarsely as he pounded into me slowly, before picking up his pace. I instantly clenched around him.4

He was so big. So thick. And so much.

The rhythm he was slamming into me over and over again brought me back to six years ago. I dug my teeth in Flynn's chiseled body trying to stop the sound that threatened to come out of my mouth.

I screamed and cried as he slide all the way out and pounded back in me. "Ah fuck, daddy!"8

"Daddy!" I cried out as the hot stranger kept hitting all the right places. The way he moved in me. Rough yet gentle. Sweat was glistening on his forehead as he leaned in and captured my lips. "I love you, pudding." he whispered as he kept thrusting in me hard and fast.

I was back to reality when I felt my orgasm hitting me. I screamed and clawed my nails down his back as my orgasm drove me to the brink of insanity.

And it went like that all night long. I was tired, but I couldn't get enough.

Second orgasm.

Third.

At this point I was already so weak and I knew I was going to pass out. I was panting heavily, my legs were jelly, and I knew I will be walking limp for at least a week.

When my fourth orgasm hit me, I was done. The moment he pulled out, I immediately passed out. I was totally spent for tonight.

Breathless. Exhausted. And satisfied.2

Just like six years ago.