Page 33 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I stare at him with my poker face on, not letting on how I feel about this revelation.

"Eat, Wild Thang. Don't be angry. You insisted, and I was honest."

I pick up my fork but push my food around. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, then he puts his fork down and pinches my chin, turning my face to him. "I would never harm you, Siri."

Gosh, that was so sincere and sweet.

"I know that, Aurei. Truthfully, I was initially scared. The look on your face." I shake my head in disbelief. "In all my Vegas experience with sex, I've never seen anyone look like that before. The intensity was frightening. But I realized too that I was turned on."

He smiles, and his eyes are soft. "I know. I would never harm you. Spank you? Maybe. But only if you're being a brat."

I smirk, surprised that his Dom reference turns me on even more. But damn, it does. "I wanted you to fuck me."

"I know." He kisses my lips.

"I would have let you."

"You didn't hear me, My Every Thang. I wasn't thinking of asking. I was thinking of taking." He pushes his hand up into my hair and studies my face with thunderous intensity. I feel his power manifesting into his magnetism, and I realize what exactly he meant.

I frown. "If you would have 'taken' me and I had struggled, would you have raped me?"

He smiles gently as he rubs my ear with his thumb. The feeling is relaxing. "No, Baby Thang. I have never, and would never, take what isn't willingly offered, but I'm not always gentle, and that night I wouldn't have been."

I look away, then close my eyes and lean in on his hand. "You had a lot of pent-up penis pressure needing my sweet little pussy to pound?"

He laughs out loud, and it's music to my ears.

"Exactly, but I had a bigger prize in mind.

" He lays his lips on mine, and I open my mouth.

He slides his tongue in-between my teeth, and I wrap my mouth around it and suck.

He moans, and the sound vibrates all the way down to my toes.

I slide my hand between his legs and find his cock.

It's hard beneath the Calvin Klein's, and I wonder if it has softened at all since this morning's boner.

My pussy lurches, and my clit tingles at the thought.

The constant turn-on I get with him is remarkable, and I hope it never fades away.

When he pulls back, I look into his emerald green eyes as my eyes twinkle at him.

"What are you thinking?" He smirks at me. "I recognize that look."

I smirk back. "That scenario sounds pretty fucking hot right about now. Can we role-play and have a reenactment?"

He chuckles as he pulls my hand off his dick and places it in my lap. "Eat. Maybe later." He plants a kiss on my forehead, lets my face go, and picks his fork back up to eat.

"Def later." I smile at him, then turn back to my own plate.

I nibble on my bacon as he eats. My mind thinks about what might have been if he had body-slammed me and thundered past my virginity like I had always imagined losing it.

"You would never have known I was a virgin," I say as I nibble and chew.

"That's one secret I would never have told you. "

"I can't tell you how much it means to me to know I will always be your only one." He leans over and puckers up.

What a sweet thing to say! I give him the peck on the lips he wants.

"Eat. Please."

"You sure are bossy, but I'll be damned if I don't like it!" I shake my head, laughing at myself. "And I'm so hungry I've decided not to argue too."

He play bumps me. "That's good intel right there."

We eat in silence, and when we finish, I reach for our plates to take them to the sink, but he lays his golden hand on me and pushes them away.

"Leave them. We'll do them later. I'm ready to talk. Where do you want to start?"

"The beginning is usually the right place." I tease him.

He smiles but doesn't laugh. I can see an edge of stress lying under the surface. "Location...."

I search his face and demeanor, thinking about the intimate things he is about to share with me. I want him to be as comfortable and at ease as possible. "I choose the bed."

"Of course you would." His eyes soften.

"Aurei, we will lay next to each other, staring at the ceiling … relaxed, like best friends who are sharing intimate secrets do, because…." I take his hands up to my lips and kiss them. "Because our commitment to each other means we are best friends now too."

His eyes grow needy immediately, and his thunder flashes. "You are truly my Angel Thang." He opens my hands and kisses my palms. The gesture is sensual and sexy, and the feel of his soft lips on them sends goosies up my arms.

His seduction skills are excellent. Someone has taught him well. I wonder who pops unwanted into my brain, and I forcefully push it out.

When Aurei rolls my hands over and kisses the backs, he says. "Best friends, my lady?"

I can't help myself. Again, the thought of who pops unwanted into my brain.

Where the hell is that coming from? Siri! Don't go there! But I remember that Christian Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey was a sub to an older woman. I can't imagine Aurei ever submitting like that, but … who has he learned from?

When he rolls my arms over and starts to lick, nibble, and pull the skin with his kisses up the inside of my wrist then up the inside of my arm, the thought of who do I thank forms in my mind.

As he lays kisses on my neck, he asks with a voice heavy with passion, saying each word between kisses, breathing heavily on my skin. "Best...friends...are...bosom...buddies...right?"

"Right," I whisper.

As his lips move to the back of my neck, he slides my hands down his abs under the waistband of his briefs to his cock.

He is very needy.

Then he takes them and puts them on his ass. He leaves them there as he runs his hands up my arms and pushes his shirt off my shoulders. He dips his head and nibbles my ear. I lean my head over and give him full access.

He pulls back and looks at my breasts as he cups them in his big, beautiful, golden hands. "You have beautiful breasts, Siri." He runs his thumbs over the nipples. The tingle makes them harden, and it shoots straight to my clit as my pussy lurches and tightens. He starts to undo the belt.

"I thought you wanted to talk? I need to be dressed. If you take this off…." I let my words trail away.

"What? What will you do if I take this off?" He hums in my ear.

"Fuck you," I whisper.

"Hmm?" He asks, humming again in my ear, pretending he didn't hear me. The tone sends shivers down to my vagina, and the ache starts.

"I will fuck you! That's what." I let his ass go and lay my hands on his to stop him.

He pushes my hands away and finishes undoing the belt. The shirt falls open, and I drop my hands. It slips off, landing in a small pile at my feet, and Aurei drops the belt on top.

"But what if I slam your pretty little dancer ass down and ...."

My heart starts to pound in my chest wildly, and my breath turns to pants. "Thunder fuck me? Hard?"

He chuckles, not laughing but humming.

The ache in my pussy is pounding as hard as my heart right now.

"Yes. Thunder fuck you. Hard!" He says as he leans down and kisses my nipple. His touch is anything but hard. It is soft, and sweet, and teasing!

My head falls back, and I arch away from him, giving him my breasts, but I say to him. "Aurei. Stop. We have a lot to talk about. You said so yourself."

He cups my tits together. "It can wait." His magnetism is turned on high.

For all my willpower in every other aspect of my life, there are only two things I can't seem to control: spontaneous dancing and Aurelius Moore.

I am powerless to resist him. I argue, but only with words.

"No, we shouldn't fuck now. We should wait.

We should talk." My hands slide under the waistband to find his cock on their own.

The skin is soft and delicate. I can feel the veins.

I stroke him softly. There is a wet spot on the end.

Mmm.

His face is so close to my tits as he examines them, I can feel his heat.

As he breathes, his breath flows over them, and they sing.

He licks only the tip of each, and the soft air of his breath tickles as it caresses the sensitive pink nipple and hardens the cold tip.

The sensation causes my skin to come alive and tuned in to my nipples. My knees get weak.

"Stop." I insist, but there is no conviction behind the word, and my hands continue to stroke him.

"Make me." He teases.

"I can't," I admit.

"Can't? Or won't?"

"Both...."

He turns his face and lays his whiskers against my breast. Then he drags them across. The rough, scratching sensation makes me gasp from the perceived pain that instantly becomes pleasure. My knees buckle.

He chuckles with soft laughter as his arms encircle me, and he pulls me back to him.

My cold, now super sensitive, tits hit his hot chest, and the new wave of painful pleasure opens my pussy wide, and the throbbing becomes intense.

My hunger for him sends my hands back to his briefs, and I snatch at his Calvin Klein's, pushing them off his perfect fucking muscle.

I squeeze it hard and moan. My fingers dig in his ass as I pull him to me to grind.

He whispers in my ear. "Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

"What does that mean?" I ask him. My voice is so husky I don't recognize it.

"I need you, Siri."

"Sweet Zeus, Father of the fucking Gods... That is so romantic... so sweet!"

"I'm really a sweet guy."

"Tell me again in Italian."

He whispers in my ear. "Ho bisogno di te, Siri."

"Oh, Aurei, I need you too. I need you inside me."

His mouth finds mine, and his kiss is filled with all the romance and passion his words have said. It is long, deep, slow, and needy. I lose myself in his hunger. He is my world. Then he pulls away and says softly. "Ask me what you need to know."

Without hesitation, I blurt out. "Who?"

"Ah... Who?" He says as he places kisses down my neck. "Be specific."