Page 218 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Solene

My palm print stands out against his cheek.

Madonna Mia, how hard did I slap him? His blue eyes lose color, turning so pale they almost seem silver.

The scar on his forehead turns white. Oh god, that’s not a good sign, is it?

And I’m clinging to him with my arms about his neck, since I decided to throw myself at him and climb him like a tree… Again.

"Umm, you can let me down now."

His lips draw back in the semblance of a smile.

Correction, it’s not a smile at all. It’s more of a statement of intent.

He moves toward the breakfast table, his movements slow, deliberate.

A thrill runs down my spine. My stomach ties itself in knots.

My throat is dry. All the moisture has drained to that spot between my legs where he planted his cock inside of me not too long ago.

"What are you doing?"

He laughs. The stronzo laughs.

"If you think you’re scaring me, you’re not."

"You will be."

He says it with such conviction, my heart begins to race. What the hell is he going to do? What does he have in mind? Whatever it is, I’m not going to like it. What's even more frightening is the thought that I will. Well, I have only myself to blame.

To be fair, he patted me on the head and told me he wasn’t going to fuck me today. But his gesture inflamed me. It felt like he was treating me like a child which I'm not. Of course, that's exactly how he wanted me to feel. Bastardo.

I’m on the verge of something big. Something monumental.

I can feel it. And tonight, this night when I lost my virginity, I want more.

I want to be with him. I want to… push him until he loses control and shows me the younger version of himself I met.

The man who had emotions running through his veins, before he found a way to hide that authentic part of him.

I want to feel his unfettered self, want him to bare himself to me and show me how he really feels.

Want him to not hide anymore or hold back, as he’s been doing so far.

He reaches the table, then lowers me to my feet in front of it.

"Declan, what—"

"Shh." He grips the ends of the shirt and yanks, pulling it apart.

The buttons pop off. A small cry escapes my lips.

That tightly leashed violence in his actions sends a spurt of expectation swirling down my legs.

My knees turn to jelly, but his hold on my shoulder prevents me from sliding to the floor.

He holds my gaze. "Do you want to leave? "

I look between his eyes. The silvery sparks are now intertwined with swirls of blue and green.

Impatience clings to him. His chest muscles are so tense they could be carved out of marble.

With that flawed beauty of his, he looks like he belongs from another dimension.

Almost a god. No wonder he owns the silver screen. No wonder I could never get over him.

"Solene?" He looks down at me from his much taller height. "Last chance. If you want to leave, then do it now."

I slowly shake my head.

"You want to stay?"

I nod.

"If you do, I’m taking your arse."

I shiver. Goosebumps crop up on my back.

My pussy clenches, even as my hindbrain warns me of the repercussions of not leaving.

Run, now. No. I will not run. I want this.

I want to feel alive. I want to feel everything he’s going to offer me.

After being caged for so long, I’m finally free. "I want you to."

His eyes flash. The next moment, he spins me around.

The plates and cutlery on the table hit the floor with a crash.

I flinch. The next second, he applies pressure at the small of my back.

I bend, pressing my cheek into the table.

He wrenches my arm behind my back, then the other, then shackles them with his thick fingers.

Before I can react, he kicks my legs apart.

Cool air strikes my center. Moisture oozes out from between my pussy lips, and I moan.

"Fuck, you’re loving this, aren’t you, Rabbit? Your cunt is still swollen from earlier, you carry my marks on your butt-cheeks, yet you can’t wait for me to shag you."

A moan spills from my lips. My lower belly spasms. My core quivers. He scoops up the cum that trails down my inner lips and smears it around my puckered hole.

Instantly I clench.

"Relax, baby—or not. It’s only going to hurt more if you don’t."

I blow the hair out of my face and stare at him.

He smirks. "That got your attention, huh?"

"I’m beginning to remember why I hated you."

"You never hated me. You were attracted to me. You couldn’t keep those big doe eyes of yours off of me from the moment we met."

I stare at him, and he holds my gaze. For a few seconds we’re engaged in a face-off, then I look away.

“You’re right. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t look away.

There was something about you that told me you were important to me.

That you were going to play a leading role in my life.

Which is probably why, when you whipped me, I orgasmed.

Despite the fact that my mother caned me—”

“Hold on, your mother caned you?”

I jerk my chin up. “The night we met… I’d jumped out the window of my room and decided to walk the beach because I’d been caned earlier. Those marks on my—”

“Palms. The one’s I asked you about. You told me you got them from sliding down the tree.”

I raise a shoulder. “I wasn’t about to admit I got a walloping from my mother for behaving badly.”

“Behaving badly?” He frowns.

“She caught me reading smutty books and lost it.”

His shoulders seem to swell. A pulse throbs at his temple. “She whipped you because she caught you reading your spicy books?”

“She was worried I was going to get corrupted and that I’d get ideas about boys and—shock, horror—I might even sleep with one of them and lose my virginity—”

“Instead, you lost your virginity to me,” he says in a strange voice. His gaze narrows. Those gorgeous blue eyes of his turn a deeper shade of indigo. That’s the only indication he’s turned on, because his expression is one of anger, but also, frustration.

“I wanted it to be you.” I tip up my chin.

“Whatever the reason, it was wrong of her to cane you,” he growls.

“But you can whip me, huh?”

He chuckles. “Ah, but that's with your consent." He grows serious. "Only I can hurt you. Only I can touch your skin. Only I can order you to obey me, to do as I command.” His gaze intensifies. “You belong to me, Rabbit, you understand? You are mine!” His chest rises and falls.

A thrill engulfs me. My core quivers. When he goes all possessive, it’s the most erotic thing ever. Better than reading about my book boyfriends, and th-a-t’s the biggest compliment ever.

The air between us thickens. His nostrils flare.

It’s as if he can sniff the response of my body on a primal level.

He releases me suddenly, only to turn me around to face him.

He takes my hands in his, lifts them up, and presses his lips to the insides of my palms. His gesture is so tender, the feel of his lips on my palms so soft, so full of meaning, tears prick the backs of my eyes. I blink them away.

“It happened a long time ago,” I say softly.

“I knew something was wrong that day. I should have probed harder. I should have pushed you to reveal what had actually happened.”

“No way was I going to tell you what had happened. I mean, I meet this hot man and the last thing I'm going to do is tell him about my problems at home. Not when I'm trying to come across as all grown up.”

He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I thought you were eighteen.”

“Well, I'm eighteen now.” I flutter my eyelashes.

“And you’re trying to distract me.”

“Am I succeeding?” I lick my lips, and that’s when he swoops down and closes his mouth over mine.