Page 168 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife

"You overcame your past, Sin. Look at you today, an incredibly handsome, gorgeous, self-made gazillionaire with a heart of gold hidden behind that asshole exterior."

Heat flushes my neck. I've been complimented by many but this... from the woman who's mine... nothing tops this. I want to say something flippant—because a douche-canoe never changes his stripes, eh? I open my mouth, but there's something blocking my throat. A pressure builds at my temples.

I peer into her eyes, and all I see is myself. The fuck?

"What you’ve been through would have broken a lesser man." She rubs my dick through my pants. "Not you, Sinclair Sterling. You survived. You are here, standing in front of me, proud—"

"And hard."

She purses her lips, "And still an alphahole."

"Who's ready for you."

She withdraws her hand, but I am faster. I grab her fingers, press them into my aching hardness.

"Need you, Bird."

She swallows.

I tighten my grip, thrust myself into our joined hands. "See what you do to me?"

Her pupils dilate; her breathing grows shallow. She shuffles backward, putting more distance between us and my heart begins to thud. My throat closes; my guts churn, "Don’t leave me, Bird."

"That’s not fair." Her lips turn down. "You're playing the emo card."

What me? Nah! Uh!... okay, m-a-y-b-e.I'm not beyond using sneaky ways to get her attention, and if it means I can bind her to me? Well then, all bets are off.

I press down, use her hand to massage myself. "You mean this?" A groan rips up my chest. "See how I react to you?"

Her fingers curve and my balls tighten.

Sweat beads my forehead. "So fucking hot, Bird. Admit it, that no one else can make you come the way I do."

"You know it’s true."

I smirk.

"It’s not only that." She bites on her lower lip, and of course, I feel the tug all the way to tip of my cock. Fuck!

I lean in close enough for my breath to raise the hair on her forehead, "So, you don’t want to feel me hard and throbbing and pulsing inside of you, hmm?"

She shivers.

"You don’t want me?"

"I didn’t say that."

"Then?" I glare at her. "Enlighten me here, help me out, Bird."

"It’s your trusting me enough to reveal how—"

"Broken, I am?"

"I was going to say resilient, but if you want to put yourself down." She raises her shoulders. "Be my guest." Her fingers squeeze and blood rushes to my groin.

"Fuck." I groan.

She slides her hands down, cups my balls.