Page 137 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Cade

I glance up to find her eyes open.

I lick my lips, and her gaze widens. "Cade, wha—?"

I swipe my tongue up her slit, which makes her entire body shudder.

"Oh, my god!" She tries to close her thighs—her naked thighs, for I peeled off her sleep shorts and her panties as she slept—and I push my shoulders forward, preventing her from squeezing her legs together.

"Cade," her voice is breathless. Her legs quiver.

I hold her gaze, then stab my tongue inside her channel.

She throws her head back and pushes her breasts up so her nipples stand out.

I cup her breast and squeeze. She shivers.

I pinch her nipple, and a groan spills from her lips. "Ohmigod, ohmigod."

I massage her breast as I begin to thrust my tongue in and out of her.

In and out. She thrashes her head from side to side, then digs her fingers into my hair.

She tugs on the strands, and I feel the pull all the way to the crown of my cock.

The blood rushes to my groin, and my shaft lengthens.

I release my hold on her breast, only to grip the underside of her hips.

I scoop them up and position her, allowing me to push my tongue even deeper inside her.

"Cade!" She locks her ankles about my shoulders, smothering me with her gorgeous thick thighs.

My entire body goes on alert. All of my senses hone in on where she writhes on my tongue.

The sugary taste of her essence goes straight to my head, and my blood begins to pump in my veins.

My heart thunders in my chest, and my balls grow heavy.

Lust licks my nerve-endings, and my vision tunnels.

I squeeze the mounds of her arse, and her entire body jolts.

I lick up her pussy lips, then curl my tongue around her clit.

A cry spills from her lips and her grip on my hair tightens.

She tries to pull me off, even as she pushes her pelvis up, as if urging me to penetrate her again with my tongue.

I oblige. I thrust my tongue inside her pussy.

She cries out and her back bows off the bed.

I continue to plunge my tongue in and out of her, in and out.

Each time I sink my tongue inside her, she groans.

When I pull out, a shudder grips her. I bite down on her clit and she yells, "Jesus, you’re killing me! "

"Cade." I crawl up her body, and her arms fall to her sides. I grip her wrist and twist it up and over her head; then the other. I wrap her fingers over the headboard, and her eyelids flutter open.

“What?” she asks in a drugged voice.

“When you scream again, I want it to be my name."

Her pupils dilate. The green lightens until they’re silver orbs of lust that laser straight through my ribcage. My heart stutters. My limbs tremble. Heat flushes my skin, and fuck me, but I don’t understand why this woman has this effect on me.

I hate her. I’ve spent the better portion of my life plotting my revenge on her, yet here I am, with my dick millimeters away from sinking inside her hot, tight, wet pussy, and all I can think of is how beautiful she is.

How desirable. How everything. Everything that’s wrong for me. And yet, I can’t pull away from her.

Since I crashed back into her life, I’m the one whose emotions have been turned upside down.

It’s not something I planned. Not something I’m going to tolerate.

I need to fix it, and the easiest way is to fuck her.

Yeah, that’s it. If I fuck her out of my system, I can move on.

I can relegate her back to the corner of my mind, where she’ll, once again, be a figure I hate.

It’s only because I’ve held back from shagging her that she’s taking up more space than needed in my head. Yes, that’s it.

"Say my name," I growl again. "Now."

"Cade," her voice trembles.

"Again."

"Cade." She swallows. "Happy now?"

"I’ll be happy when I destroy your life completely."

She pales. "Why don’t you punish me, once and for all, and get it over with? Why are you constantly threatening me with consequences, huh? Why don’t you get all that hatred you’re carrying inside of you out in the open?"

I twist my lips. "You sure you want to go there? You think you can take being the focus of my punishments, huh?"

She sets her jaw. "What can you do, that you haven’t already done?"

I drop my chin until my nose bumps hers; she winces.

"You can’t even look me in the eye, and you say you’re ready to accept the repercussions of what you did, huh?" I scoff.

Her chin wobbles, then she seems to get control of herself. "You took me by surprise just then; that’s all it was."

I laugh.

She pales further, then tips up her chin. "You don’t scare me."

"You should be scared. What I have in mind is not something you’re going to enjoy."

"Do your worst, asshole. After what you said and did earlier, nothing you do can be worse."

I run my nose up her cheek, and she shivers.

"You have no idea, do you? Spoiled mafia princess, brought up in the lap of luxury, what do you know of the depravities I can unleash on your body?"

"Whatever it is, I can take it."

I blink, then pull back and look into her eyes. "You have spirit, I’ll give you that. But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you."

Her throat moves as she swallows again, but her gaze is determined. "If this is what it takes to get past what I did to you, then so be it."

"You sure?” I search her features. "Once I start, I won’t stop."

"Which will be when? All I’m hearing are words and—" She gasps, for I’ve released her long enough to turn her over on her knees.

I flatten my palm on the small of her back and apply enough pressure that she leans over.

She grabs the headboard again, and the sight of her fingers, once more curled around it, sends goosebumps over my skin.

To be fair, I thought I’d fuck her and move on, but when she suggested I punish her, something flipped inside of me.

That part of me I prefer to keep hidden from the world, especially the likes of polite socialites like her, roared forward.

Oh, I’m still going to fuck her, alright, but first…

I’m going to play with her. I’m going to satisfy my base instincts and that will make this entire process so much more pleasurable for me.

I position her so she’s stretched out with her cheek pushed into the pillow and her arse high in the air.

She grasps the headboard tightly enough that the skin stretches white across her knuckles. Her back is curved, her hair flowing over her face and eyes preventing her from seeing what I’m up to.

I push off the bed and the mattress bounces. She flinches. "Where are you going?" Her tone is high pitched, and the fear that oscillates off of her sends a pulse of satisfaction through me.

I prowl around her bedroom, opening drawers until I find what I need; then pivot and stalk back toward her. I lean over, knot her scarf about her wrists, then secure it around the headboard.

She glances up. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"You don’t get to ask the questions."

I wrap the second scarf around her eyes, and she stiffens. "This isn’t what I agreed to."

I pause. "Do you want me to stop, Abby?"

She swallows.

"Do you?"

She slowly shakes her head.

"Say it aloud so I can hear you."

She draws in a breath, then whispers, "I don’t want you to stop."

"I can’t hear you."

She tosses her hair back from her face. "I don’t want you to stop, you—" I knot the scarf behind her head, and her breath stutters.

"Complete the sentence… Go on," I challenge her.

She presses her lips together.

"Lost your nerve?"

She shakes her head.

"Then why don’t you call me the name that was on the tip of your tongue? Go on."

"Jerkhole," she bursts out. Before she can close her mouth, I reach for her panties and stuff them in her mouth.

Her entire body shudders.

"Should I stop?"

Her shoulders stiffen.

"Should I, Abby? Should I walk away?”