Page 40 of The Billionaire's Secret

"Oh, goody." I flutter my eyelashes. "I’ll make sure to strip to only them from now on."

His gaze narrows and his blue eyes lighten until they resemble water swirling under ice—deep, dangerous. He’s lethal…a man who’ll never let go once his interest is aroused. I gulp. My heart begins to race.

"Say that again…" His voice lowers to a hush.

"I’ll make sure to…"

His hand swoops out, then he tears off the strip of cloth from over my middle. I am instantly wet.Damn him, why do I find this hot?It isn’t. He wants to belt me, teach me a lesson for what I did. I’d dared to throw down the challenge and he had risen to it—I drop my gaze to where his arousal tents his crotch—in more ways than one.

"Do it." My voice trembles, and I... I hate that. I will not allow him to see how scared I am. Worried that my body will enjoy what he is going to do to me. Find that I want it, welcome it. Ask him to ravish me right here in front of everyone. "Lost your courage?" I tip up my chin and his features twist. He bends his knees, grabs me by my thighs, then pushes me down on the padded platform.

I stare up at him, raise my torso. He covers my body with his, plants his hips between my legs, his hardness stabbing at the hollow between my legs. His gaze bores into me. My heart begins to race, adrenaline lacing my blood. Fear claws in my gut. I raise my hand and my palm connects with his face. His head snaps back.

He straightens and my fingerprints are outlined on his cheek.Oh, dear! That’s not good, is it?

I gulp and he bares his teeth.

I raise my hand again and he catches it, then brings up my other arm. He yanks my palms up and above my head, shackles my wrists with his fingers. Then thrusts his hand between us. I hear the click of his belt buckle, the rustle of his zipper, then his dick nudges my entrance.

"You want this, don’t you? This is why you’ve been haunting me since I saw you. This is why you came to me for help. You’re a whore. Admit it. You want what only I can give you."

I nod.

"Say it." He scowls, "I want to hear you.""

"You. Only you," I gasp. My insides twist and my core aches, even as moisture laces my cunt. "I need you."

Not like this.

Not like this.

"Like this," he hisses. "You want me on this stage. You want me to take you in front of everyone. You’re an exhibitionist.

I freeze. How did he guess that

"You want to be taken and broken, until you are set free. You want me to paint your insides with my cum, to rub my name into every pore of your body, say it…"

Yes.

Yes.

"You pushed me until I crossed the line, until there was no going back." His features twist. The blue in his eyes deepens until they seem almost black. "Say you want me to punish you, you want me to fuck your past right out of you," he snarls.

Goddam him for laying my soul bare in front of the world. My chin wobbles. My scalp itches.Why is this happening? Why did it have to turn out like this? I’m only doing what is needed to save myself and my friend… So why can’t he get on with it?

"Do it."

My voice emerges as if from far away. I wrap my legs around his waist, thrust my hips up.

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Saint

Her wet heat sears up my shaft; my groin hardens and my spine tingles. My thighs flex, grow rigid. "Jesus, fuck." The growl rips out of me. I balance my weight on my elbows, peer into her eyes.

Angry green sears through me. Emerald, jade and all the fucking precious jewels in the world couldn’t compare to the brilliance in her eyes...And now what? I am waxing poetic?

"What are you waiting for?" Tears glitter in her eyes.