Page 85 of The Billionaire's Secret

I swallow. Is he aware of the likely truth in his words? No one's ever focused their complete attention on me, made me the cynosure of their ministration in this manner before.

A tear squeezes out of the corner of my eye. He bends down, scoops it up. He sucks on his finger and my heart stutters.Why is that so damn intimate?

"About that riddle, then."

I blow out a breath.

"It’s easy, I promise."

Famous last words…Whatever. Can you get over it already?

"I am what you saw, but not what you see. What am I?" He asks.

A shadow. A mirage. An emotion from the end of time.It’s you, Saint, you.

He nods, "A memory, Gigi." His features twist. "And I am going to leave you with so many that it will drown out everything and everyone that came before me, I promise."

I hear him move, sense him bend, the heat of his body intensifying a second before he tears off my panties.

What the—?

I hear the whip of the belt, then the fire explodes across my butt, up my spine. I cry out. He doesn’t stop. He goes at it—one butt cheek, the other, back to the first— I scream again. The next—I shriek.

Each time he hits me, my body jolts forward. My sex clenches. A trembling builds from my toes. He spanks me so hard that my body pushes up to my tip toes. My clit rubs against the hard edge of the settee, and omigod! A quivering sweeps up from my toes. It can’t be. There’s no way he has brought me to the verge of orgasm so quickly, right? He leans back and the cool air grazes my butt. He dips his fingers into my exposed pussy. I shudder.

"You’re fucking wet for me."

I ball my fingers into fists.

"You want my dick inside you. Don’t you, you little slut?"

I shudder.How dare he call me that?My sex clenches around his finger.Why do I like it so much?

He adds a second finger inside and my trembling intensifies.

"Say it, Gigi."

"No."

He adds a third, a fourth, the emptiness at my core growing bigger, wider.I want more. I want his fat cock inside of me. I do.A sob wells up.

"Admit you want to be taken in every way possible. You want me to debase you, to show you exactly what it means for a woman to be open and vulnerable and completely broken down by her man."

Is he my man? Is he?

"Tell me, Gigi. Tell me you need this, to be split wide open for all of your hurts to pour out, for your insecurities to be drawn out of you, for your every nightmare to be exposed, your spirit broken and yearning...for me."

No.

"Tell me you want me to remove every evidence of other men and replace it with pain, and more pain; to gouge out every thought, every emotion, every feeling you’ve ever carried for anyone else but me. Tell me you want me to fuck your past out of you."

"No."

"Liar."

The heat at my back escalates. He stabs his tongue in between my arsecheeks and the climax propels up my thighs. My vision narrows and my heart stutters.No, how can he? Why is he doing this? Why is he insisting on barreling into my deepest, darkest, most intimate of spaces?He laves my most forbidden place and I throw back my head. The orgasm coils in my belly; my thighs clench.

He pulls away and it recedes.