Page 135 of The Renegade Billionaire

I don’t want tonight to be gentle. I’m already on an emotional wire from his confession earlier. I can’t take any more sweetness without dissolving into a puddle of emotions, so I lift to my hands and knees, then crawl backward until my feet hit the edge of the bed.

He grips my hips with the passion of a lover but the gentleness of a soulmate, and I gasp.

“You want it this way tonight?” he grits out. Is he angry?

“Yes,” I moan when his tip glides through my wetness.

“You’re hiding from me.” He slips a hand around my hip to tap on my clit. It causes him to lean over me, his mouth at my ear. “But you should know, fucking this way is no less intimate, baby. If anything, it can be more so.”

His penis enters me with one thrust, and it takes all my willpower not to scream out and wake everyone in this house.

I’m panting as my body gets used to the intrusion, but it’s as though he’s everywhere at once. In a move I can’t comprehend, he lifts my upper body from the bed, holds my back to his front with a hand splayed over my collarbone, and his fingers trace along the column of my neck.

He squeezes, just once, and it heightens every sense.

“You see,” he whispers into my ear. “All this does is allow me deeper, closer to you, feeling every reaction.”

His hips piston in and out of me. With one hand holding me upright, he uses his other to strum across my swollen clit. I’m not going to last long.

He controls my body in this position, and I’m helpless to do anything but receive the pleasure only he can wring from me.

“Did I scare you when I said I’ve fallen in love with you?” he pants. The slap of our bodies colliding fills the air around us.

My core clenches, on the verge of an orgasm, and all I can offer is incoherent whispers that tumble from my lips like lava from a volcano—hot, deadly, and yielding to no one.

He bends his knees, then thrusts up while pulling me down onto him. We grunt in unison.

“I’m falling for you, Madison Ryan.” His movements become as erratic as his fingers pinching and rubbing my clit. “And it’snot because you make me come so hard I pass out, or because of what you do for me.”

“Oh God. I’m going to?—”

His fingers stop, and I whimper in response.

“Not yet. You can come after you listen.” He’s buried so deep inside me I feel him everywhere. “I’m falling for you because of who you are. Because of this giant heart you keep guarded behind layers of hurt. One day, I’ll peel back all those layers, set fire to them, and see the pure love you hold beneath, because I love all of you.” He grinds into me as if he can’t help but move. “It may have taken me a while to realize what it was you brought out in me, but now that I know, I won’t let it go unless you ask me to. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Holy crap. Does he seriously expect an answer right now? My core is spasming around him. I’m so close to an orgasm that my body erupts in goosebumps and a sheen of perspiration. I can’t hang over this edge much longer.

“Please,” I cry. “Please make me come.”

He chuckles darkly against my ear. “I’ll always do as you ask, but I need you to answer me first.”

Braxton doesn’t play fair. He uses one long finger to trace my pussy up and down but never gives me the friction I desperately need.

“God you’re so fucking perfect.” He twitches inside me, and I shiver. “See how perfect we are together? Feel how we fit together? Your body is my playground, and I’ll worship it as my altar. Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant. I’m saying yes to all of it and more. I have been holding back from him, but for what? “I don’t want to hold back anymore.” The admission comes from someplace deep in my chest. It barely registers as my own voice, but he takes me at my word and his body commands mine.

I come so hard, I lose control of myself. He cups a hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, and it makes me come harder.

The quivers in my body go on for what feels like eternity, and one orgasm swells into two as he falls on top of me, rutting into me from behind, my body pressing hard into the mattress, and he sticks his thumb in my mouth.

And then that thumb is entering my other hole, working in tandem with his penis, and I come so violently when this orgasm hits, I shake the bed.

I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I just feel as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me.

He comes with a muted roar that vibrates through his body and into mine, and then he collapses next to me, curling my body into his as we come down from this high in tandem.

It’s when I take a deep, shuddering inhale that I know we might have a problem.