Filthy Rich Alpha - Virna DePaul Page 0,90

been creating fake videos of us. Now you can watch us firsthand. Record us. Do what you want with the video. You’re nothing. You’ll always be nothing. And most of all, you’re no threat to us.”

When Cara turned away from the camera, Branden stood beside her. His mouth crashed down on hers and he kissed her, deeply and passionately. His tongue found hers as he stripped off her pants, leaving her standing with her back to the laptop, her bottom covered only by silver panties.

Decent, but barely.

Cara tried not to focus on the fact a creep might be staring at her almost-bare ass. The fact Branden’s kiss was getting deeper and his hands were running possessively across her lower back made it easier to forget.

He grabbed her then, and suddenly tore open the buttons on her shirt, sending them flying across the room. Then he used the shirt to pull her forward against his chest and kiss her again. He pulled back and stared at her, his expression one of pure, unadulterated, animal lust. His chest heaved as he quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and shoved down his pants, keeping his boxers on. While he undressed, she shrugged her shirt the rest of the way off, leaving her bra on.

Less decent, but still covered.

He spun her around so they were in the same position they’d been in in that first CGI-enhanced video, with her back against his bare chest and his hands cupping her breasts. Unlike the CGI-enhanced video, however, she was clothed enough—if the creep did end up publicizing this video, she’d be able to rely on that, at least.

Branden growled against her neck. They may be faking it for the video, but Branden’s response to her body was real—of that she was confident. She felt his throbbing erection pressing against her lower back. She arched her back and stretched her neck, giving access to his searching lips, teeth, and tongue.

Each lick and nibble sent a fresh jolt of electricity shooting down her spine, all the way to her toes. He kissed a trail of hot breath and cool tongue down her neck to her collarbone. Flipping her back to him, he began to work his way down her chest.

He raised his head, looked into her eyes, and said, “You’re mine, Cara.”

He stroked her face, then leaned in close to her ear. “He’s had enough visual for now, don’t you think?” He tore his shirt off, then threw it, as if casually tossing it aside, but instead making sure it landed on the laptop.

Now the creep could hear them, but not see them.

Even as they were setting up the man, Brandon was protecting her.

And she loved it.

“I want you, Cara,” he said harshly.

“I need you, Branden,” she said in response. A simple statement, but one that carried weight. That held meaning.

He turned until he faced her laptop.

“Nothing,” he said, repeating her earlier words. “And no one. No one will take this from us, Cara. I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries.”

Then he strode naked to the laptop and slammed the lid down. He immediately returned to Cara, sat on the bed, and kissed her temple. Pushing back her hair, he held her gaze. “I wasn’t just playing for an audience, Cara. I meant every word I said.”

She felt a wave of pleasure, bordering on orgasmic, at the sound of his words. Unable to stop herself, she kissed her way down his chest, stopping to lick both of his nipples before allowing her mouth to travel lower to its intended destination. He was still wearing his boxers, and she nuzzled her face against the soft cotton, causing his cock to twitch and jump violently.

As she kissed the head of his dick through the cotton material, she ran her hand up his thigh and into the bottom of his boxers. Her fingers carefully found his testicles and she began to tug and roll them slightly between her fingers. Branden moaned as she wrapped her other hand tightly around the shaft of his cock while her mouth continued to nuzzle him.

Finally, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down. She immediately found his cock with her anxious mouth and sucked it in, taking it all the way to the back her throat. She still had a hand wrapped around it, jerking as she licked the underside, then swirled around the head of it with her tongue before sucking it all the way back in. She slid her mouth down to