Page 115 of The Billionaire's Secret

I laugh. "Punishing? I haven’t even started, my lovely wife."

She swallows. "Don’t…don’t call me that."

"Why not?" I switch the scissors to my other hand, then drag my knuckles across her ring.

Her fingers tremble.

"We were just married."

"I was there, you…you brute."

"Finally, your vocabulary is expanding."

I step back, then cut through the sleeves. The dress pools around her feet. Another snip, and her bra drops off. I return the scissors to the drawer, then turn back to her. The long slender column of her back meets the flare of her hips. Her long, toned legs end in those fuck-me stilettos she so favors.

I move closer. "The first time I saw you, I swore I’d have you naked and begging for my touch."

"Fuck you."

"You bet, but first—" I reach down, tear off her panties.

She screams. Her entire body curves. Her butt trembles. Her thigh muscles coil. I kick her legs apart and she wheezes, "Untie me, you scoundrel."

I chuckle, "If those are the extent of your insults, I fear there’s much I have to teach you."

"Bastard."

"Technically, I am not. Though my father would have wished otherwise."

"I don’t want to hear your sob story."

"But I want your sobs, little Gigi." I drop to my haunches in between her parted thighs, lower my head and swipe my tongue up between her pussy lips.

She cries out.

My breath catches, "Fuck, you’re soaking."

"I…it’s a mistake."

"Tell that to your body. You want me, Gigi. You know how that makes me feel?"

I wrap my fingers around her thighs, then thrust my tongue inside her soaking channel.

"Oh, my god," she moans.

My dick lengthens. My groin hardens. I tilt my face, then thrust my tongue inside her cunt again and again. I lick up her pussy juice, swipe my tongue all the way up into the valley between her arsecheeks. I curl my tongue inside her puckered hole and she whines. "Oh, Saint, please…"

"Like that, Gigi," I mutter against the most forbidden part of her. "Tell me what you want."

"You…" she gasps. "I want you…"

I rise to my feet, unzip my pants; shove my hand down my boxers and take out my cock. My blood throbs at my temples, in my balls. "Where..." I clear my throat, "where do you want me?"

She bites on her lower lip.

"Where Gigi?"

"I … I.." she stutters.