Page 403 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Gio

Make love to me? Did he say make love to me?

I’m almost not surprised because, somewhere along the way, I became sure he’d developed feelings for me like I’d done for him.

Only right now, I don’t want the tender side of Rick.

I want the part of him that is Stone—immovable, mean, smashing everything that comes in his path to smithereens.

Throwing me down on all fours and mounting me from behind without mercy.

I want the Stone who was my first, who smacked my butt and made me come, who took his pleasure from me and denied me my orgasm until he was ready.

I want that Stone—the one who filled my body with his and pushed all the thoughts from my mind.

Especially the thought of how I’d trusted someone who’d not only cheated on me but also would have raped me if Rick hadn’t been there at the right time.

Oh my god, my horrible ex could have marred me in a way I might not have recovered from.

"Look at me," Rick snaps.

I blink, then focus my gaze on his, and his aquamarine blue eyes capture mine. The silver sparks in them and I’m drawn in.

"You will not think of him again. You will not think of what happened. You’ll focus on my touch.

" He slides his big palms down to cup my butt.

"You’ll bring your attention to how your core fits around my length.

" He lowers me down to the ridge between his legs, and an electric current runs up my spine. And when he thrusts up and into me, I can feel his length stab into my core through the barriers of clothing we’re wearing.

"I need to feel you inside me," I gasp. Sweat pools under my armpits, and my skin feels too tight. My scalp tingles, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, wanting to feel every part of him against me.

He holds my eyes for a second longer, then nods as if coming to a decision. He maneuvers me up, so I’m balanced on my knees on either side of his lap. Then he pulls up my skirt and tears off my panties.

"Oh." All thoughts disappear from my mind. He’s done this before, but it never stops turning me on. I can feel my cum trickle down between my legs.

"Open," he growls.

When I part my lips, he stuffs my panties between them.

Then he lowers his zipper. I glance down to find his cock jutting up, the head swollen and purple, with pre-cum drooling from the slit.

My mouth waters, I reach down, needing to touch him, and he clicks his tongue.

I glance up to find a fiercely intent look on his features.

Then, he positions me over his dick, and pushes me down, so I’m impaled.

Thick, hard, and so right. I’m spread around his girth, stretched around his monster cock, that leaves no room for anything but the feel of his shaft throbbing inside me.

I grip his thick wrists, and feel his skin give under my fingernails.

And it’s primal, and satisfying, and so carnal.

It’s what I need right now. I squeeze down with my inner muscles, and a growl rips from him.

I lower my chin, peer into his eyes, and the fierceness in them makes me flinch.

He raises me, holding me up like I weigh nothing, until I’m once again balanced over the crown of his cock, then he pushes me down, breaching me in one smooth move.

I cry out, the sound muffled against my panties, throw my head back and pant, letting the pain from his intrusion seep into the pleasure that sparks in my cells.

He holds me there, giving me a chance to adjust to his size, then begins to raise and lower me, again and again.

Each time, his length seems to grow bigger, broader, more immense.

The tell-tale trembling starts at my knees, and then I’m lifted off of him and placed on the table.

He urges me to wrap my legs about his waist and positions his cock at my entrance.

Then he pushes forward and sinks into me.

The orgasm continues like there was never a break.

And when I whimper and throw my arms about his neck, he yanks out my gag, pockets it, and closes his mouth over mine.

With one hand on the nape of my neck and the other on my hip holding me in place, he pulls out, then ploughs into me, absorbing the cry that wells up my throat. He leans in, and the world shifts.

I’m on my back, looking up into his eyes, clinging to his shoulders, with my legs wrapped around him.

Without pausing, he drills into me with such force, the table creaks.

Something crashes to the floor. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the space, the scent of our combined arousal sinks into my blood, and the dominance of his personality pins me down.

My chest feels like it’s being cleaved open, and everything I feel for him pours out of me.

"I love you," I choke into his mouth. I’m not sure if he heard it. I’m not sure if I said it aloud or in my mind.

Either way, he must glean the sentiment, for he tears his mouth from mine, and lunges forward, hitting a spot deep inside me that sets off a tsunami of sensations that travel up my spine and burst behind my eyes.

"Come," he snaps, and I shatter. With a low cry, he follows me over the edge. When I open my eyes next, I’m in his lap, gathered close into his chest, and my clothes have been straightened. His jacket is draped over me again, forming a cocoon.

The door opens and Edward walks in, followed by Knight. They don’t seem to notice anything amiss. Edward leans a hip against the table. Knight glowers between the two of them before turning to Edward. "And I thought you were the mature one," he bites out.

"He deserved it," Edward replies.

"He touched her. I’m going to kill him," Rick says in a flat voice that’s so devoid of sentiment, it’s clear he’s serious. I glance up at the hard ridge of his jaw, feel like I should protest, but…

"Shut up." Knight stabs a finger in his direction. "I’m not saying what you did is wrong. If I were in your place, I’d have done the same thing, but there are ways of dealing with the situation without your being directly involved."

I blink, then the ramifications of what he’s saying sinks in. I stiffen. "Are you saying what I think you are?"

"All he’s saying is that Rick is too important for us. He’s the captain; we need him." Edward rubs the back of his neck. "We can’t jeopardize the chance for him to lead the Ice Kings against the Sentinels."

"And I don’t fucking care if it means I’m getting benched. I am going to make him pay for what he did. He is going to regret every bit of pain he caused her," Rick bites out.

I swing my head in his direction. O-k-a-y, I wasn’t expecting that kind of vehemence.

I knew he was pissed, and I confess, I’m shaken by what almost happened, but.

.. I swallow down the ball of emotion that blocks my throat.

He deserves everything that Rick’s threatening, and it’d please me no end to see Rick get his hands on him, but I can’t let Rick risk his career, I can’t.

He’s worked too hard for it. He has too much riding on it.

Not least of it is the fact he needs to prove himself in his own eyes.

More than anything, it will wreck his confidence if he doesn’t face off against the other team and win this game.

I reach up and cup his cheek. "I’m okay."

He looks into my eyes and his shoulders relax. "Doesn’t change what he did to you. What he almost did to you…"

"And you can have your revenge where it benefits everyone, on the ice."