Page 136 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

“That, right there, you’re looking at me like you love me. Stop.” London continues to circle her finger over her clit, her pussy tensing around me, enjoying this even if she isn’t willing to admit it herself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.

“Bagels,” she blurts out.

I stop moving immediately. “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

With one arm still draped over my shoulder, she tugs at my hair. “I told you to fuck me, big boy. Now, either fuck me, or put me down.”

I take a steadying breath and consider her words carefully, and the boundaries she’s put in place, choosing the only option that ends in her satisfaction. “Fine.” I thrust into her, hard and deep, repeating the motion until we’re both panting and covered in sweat, my cock spilling into her as she climaxes on it, her pussy throbbing. I fuck her all the way through her orgasm, milking every last quiver that rattles through her body.

She exhales and lays her head on my shoulder, kissing my chest gently. “That was unexpected.”

I hold her against me, one arm around her waist, the other gripping her thigh, my forehead resting on the wall. My cock twitches in her tight, soaked pussy, and I wish I could remain here, not just inside her, but with her, where I can make sure she remains safe and out of harm’s way.

“Sorry about the spider,” I tell her. “I can look for him and kill him.”

She breaks away immediately, her hands cupping my cheeks. “You will do no such thing.”

“What?” My brows pinch together.

“Never ever kill a spider.”

“I’m confused. I thought you were afraid of them.”

"I mean, yeah, who wouldn't be, with all their creepy legs and creepy eyes. That doesn't mean they deserve to die, though. If this is ever going to work, we must be a catch-and-release household."

My heart skips a beat, and my eyes dart up to meet hers.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she blurts out.

“What did you mean?”

“I, uh.” She wiggles her body. “Put me down.”

Carefully, I slide my still partially hard cock out of her and lower her onto her feet. “What did you mean, London?” I button up my pants as she rushes over to get the towel that fell off her body, covering herself up like I didn’t just fuck her a minute ago.

“I hope you’re going to fix that.” She points to the door.

“I will, I promise.” I shove my left hand into the pocket of my jeans. “Are you going to ignore my question?”

“I need you to do me a favor,” she says, catching me off guard.

"Anything," I tell her, hoping she understands the lengths I would go to for her.

There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her—I’d kill for her, hell, I’d die for her.

“I need you to stop stalking me.” Her request renders me speechless, my mouth parting but words not coming out. “You have to stop following me, watching me, tracking me. Whatever it is you do, Archer, it has to stop.”

I shake my head slowly at first. “No.”

“You said you’d do anything for me.” She hugs the towel around her body tighter.

“Anything but that.” Is she out of her mind? I can’t quit, because the second I do, something could happen, and how could I live with myself if I was the reason Vito finally got to her. Things have been tame since she’s been here but that doesn’t mean it won’t change. But I guess I could spend more time tracking him and less time on London. I could still check in on her and somehow respect her wishes to be left alone. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…

How can she ever trust me if I go behind her back?

But how much does her trust matter when things are already broken beyond repair?

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