Page 123 of The Billionaire's Secret

"Then do it." She nuzzles my cheek. "Take me. Come inside me."

"What?"

"Do it the right way," she whispers.

"It has to be this way." I growl.

"It doesn’t have to be like this," she pleads.

"You worried that it will hurt?" My thighs spasm and my cock lengthens inside of her.

She gasps, a bead of sweat running down her temple, "Not me, but I think you’re not ready to face whatever is between us."

I frown. "And what’s that, exactly?"

"You pretend not to feel anything, but the fact is..." she peers up at me from under her sooty eyelashes, "...fact is that you sense the connection, how attracted you are to me, and it worries you."

"Me?" I snort. "Sweetheart, the only thing you should be worried about is how much of me you can take inside of you." I angle my hips and my shaft slips in through her tight ring.

She gasps. A growl rips from me. I grit my teeth, stay where I am.Stay. Stay.I set my jaw so hard, pain shoots up my face. "Fuck," I snarl. "You’re fucking beautiful."

"And you’re a fucking coward."

The drumming at my temple intensifies. A tightness pushes down on my ribcage. Sweat pours down my spine until my shirt sticks to my back. Fucking with her is primal, angry, visceral…a messy coalescence of our combined body fluids, of lust and caution, a need to subdue and suppress, a primal urge to own, to mate. To push myself and her to the edge where nothing else remains. Not our pasts, not her betrayal, not the way I have to use her for my own selfish ends. Not the sensual way she rubs against me, the curve of her hips pressed into the hard bones of my pelvis. Not how she strains against her restraints, her face buried into my neck as she licks the sweat that clings to my skin, as I pull out of her so suddenly that she whines.

"Fuck me, Saint, please."

"I am going to slap your pussy until you cry, spank your arse so my fingerprints are etched into your memory, choke you while you suck on my dick." I search her features, "Do you want that?"

She nods.

"I'll plug your mouth with my tongue, as my fingers cram your spasming back hole, and crush you under the weight of my intention. Then I'll screw you until you scream my name and ask me to let you come, and even then, I will not. Not until every part of you has been stamped with my essence, my name written on every cell of your body... until your breath is mine, your heartbeat mirroring my urgency as I thrust into you again and again... Until you beg for release."

Her breath hitches.

"And even then, I won't let you come... You willing to play this game with me, Gigi?

She nods

"Good girl."

Reaching up, I untie her restraints. She pulls back her arms. I flip her around, hook my hands under her thighs, lift her up and into the pillar. She winds her long legs around my waist

I bend my knees, peer into her eyes. "You sure?" I growl.

"You having second thoughts?" she huffs.

I twist my lips, "You on birth control?"

"You think I’m lying?"

She meets my gaze, green eyes clear, the smooth, unfurled calm of the surface of a lake, just before I dive into the depths. Cool, peaceful, everything I’ve searched for. Every damn slice of heaven I’ve wanted. I am going to hell, and I am taking her with me.

Her pupils dilate until the black seems to bleed out, leaving only a circle of green at the edges.

"I dare you." She smiles, a beautiful curve of her lips that punches me straight in the gut.

"Fuck you, Gigi."