Page 108 of The Billionaire's Bride

"If you stay, I am not letting you go, not until I have fucked the thought of any other man out of you."

Heat flares low in my belly. My core clenches, and he must feel the instinctive reaction, for his lips curl.

"So, you in or out? Eve?"

Oh, my god.My nipples pebble, my breasts ache, and all of my brain cells seem to combust. "In," I rasp, "I'm in."

"Good." He releases me so suddenly that I lose my balance and wobble. He steps back and the warmth of his body recedes. A shiver runs up my spine.

"Take off your clothes," he growls.

I hesitate and he arches an eyebrow.

"Now." He lowers his voice to a hush and my nerve endings spark.

"Do it." He leans forward.

I spring into action. I untie the hip scarf. It pools around my feet, and the coins jingle. I toe off my boots, kick them away with the scarf. The clinking rises then fades away. I lift the skirt of my dress, grab my stockings and begin to roll them down. I pull them off, hold them up, and let them slide through my fingers. They flutter to the ground, and neither of us glances that way.

"All of it," he grates out. "Take. It. All. Off."

My mouth dries. Not that I haven't been naked in front of him before, but this...feels different. Like it’s the first time that he'll be seeing all of me. Nude and vulnerable and completely bared for his inspection.

I undo the top button on the front of my dress, then the one after it, and the next. Push one sleeve down, then the other side. I tuck my elbows close to my sides and the dress flutters to the ground. I step out of it, then shrug off the camisole I am wearing as well.

I stand in front of him, clad only in my purple bra and panties.

He looks me up and down, "You know what they say about purple, right?"

"N...no," I stutter.

"It's a sign that you haven't been fucked enough, something I need to rectify...soon."

He smirks, and goosebumps pop on my skin.

Shit, all this build up. It's doing me in. The cool air in the room brushes over me and my nipples pebble. Or maybe it has to do with how he's staring at me, like he's going to eat me up. Oh, how I do hope he does.

He raises his gaze from my chest to my face. "Off with it," he growls.

A giggle bubbles up and he frowns.

"What?"

"That was a very imperious command."

His glare intensifies. His shoulders flex. "If you need help taking the rest of your clothes off—" he leans forward, and I hastily reach back and around for the clasp of my bra. I undo it, shrug it off. Reach for my panties, roll them down and step out of them. I stand before him without a shred of clothing. Without a shred of armor. He takes his time perusing my form—from my eyes, to my lips, my breasts, my stomach, the flesh between my thighs, to my feet. By the time he raises his gaze to my face, every part of me feels like it's on fire. My nipples are so hard, they are twin points of pain. My belly trembles and my core feels too moist. I squeeze my thighs together and he shakes his head. "Not yet. You don’t have any right to relief. Not until I give you permission."

Oh, hell.I gulp, "This is going to be a long...long night."

"You have no idea." His lips twist. He makes a circle in the air with his fingers. I frown and he lowers his chin. "I can help you...if you want." He closes the distance between us and I instantly pivot, turn my back on him. Heat from his big body flows over me, cocooning me. The contrast between that and the cooler air on my front makes me shiver.

His breath sears the shell of my ear as he whispers, "Bend down; grab your ankles."

"Wh...what?"

"Don't make me repeat myself."

He places his palm at the small of my back, urging me to do his bidding. I widen my stance, lean over and grab my ankles. I glance between my parted legs as he sinks to his knees.