Page 45 of Billionaire's Promise

The smile fades from his face. He peers into my eyes, and his gaze intensifies, "It’s too late," he mutters, almost to himself. "I did meet you, and now I can’t get you out of my head."

"Wh…what do you mean?" I swallow. "What are you trying to say?"

"You heard me." His eyes gleam. "You set up this entire charade, knowing it would get to me, didn’t you?"

"N…no."

"Yes, you did. Admit it."

"I’ll do no such thing." I firm my lips. "What I do with my life is of no consequence to you."

"You’re right."

"I am?"

He nods. "Everything you do is not just of consequence, but it affects me. Since I saw you, I can’t stop thinking of you. Everywhere I look, I see you. Every time I get a whiff of jasmine, images of you, your curves, your sweet tits, the way your cunt responds to my ministrations—all of it overcomes me."

"Oh," I breathe, "wh…what are you trying to say?"

"That I should give into this overwhelming need to throw you down and take you, but—"

"But you won’t." I complete the statement for him.

He nods.

"Then let me out."

"Doesn’t mean I can’t make you come again."

14

Ava

"Wh…what?" He moves forward and I skitter back. "What do you mean?"

"What I said earlier."

"You…can’t be serious."

"Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it the last time."

"So, what if I did?" I jut out my chin. "Doesn’t mean I want it again."

"Don’t you?" His eyes gleam as if he’s enjoying a private joke.

"Asshole."

"Told you, I prefer alphahole."

"And I prefer…that you step aside and let me pass."

"Not happening." He takes another step in my direction. I slide back until my hip touches the washbasin.

"Turn around, grip the edge of the sink," he says.

"No." I set my jaw.

"Oh?" He reaches out, circles my throat, his grip gentle… Too gentle. I need him to curl those thick fingers around my nape, to hold me down as he shoves aside my panties and plants his swollen dick inside me… Like Edward did. Jesus, I need to stop thinking of both of them in the same breath, same vision, same time. No, no, no.