Page 51 of Billionaire Devil

Never in my life have I thought about killing another man until one of them glanced in the general direction of Lila Bailey.

The thought of her breezing out of my life on Saturday morning—and possibly straight into The Asshole’s arms—might in fact threaten my sanity.

It’s. Not. Fucking. Happening.

I only hope I don’t kill that fucker at her friend’s wedding.

The need and greed I feel as I feed on her pleasure is almost more than I can handle. I’m surprised at myself, at how much Ilovethe sound of her moans as I prolong her orgasm and make her come again.

Once the ripples have calmed and she’s totally spent, I climb up and lay next to her. Her silver eyes are bloodshot, her make-up lightly smudged. I’ve never seen anything so devastatingly beautiful in my life as this girl’s stunning face.

I’m obsessed with her.

“Cole?” she murmurs. My brothers occasionally call me Cole. My mother used to call me Cole. I like the sound of it coming from her, so soft in her angel’s voice.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“Thank you. Now I know what I’ve been missing out on.”

Her expression is dazed and blissed-out. Enlightened. Could it be possible that she’s never come before? Surely not. Even virgins must have toys. But something about the way she says it makes me think that maybe my little sunshine girl is even more innocent than she lets on.

“You’re welcome, darlin’. Thankyou. Now I know what heaven on earth tastes like.” Truer words have never been spoken. “You’re going to need to get used to me doing that a lot.”

She notices then how out of control my fucking hard-on is. Besides the agony of it, I hardly even care about getting my rocks off right now. I’m so mesmerized by all the layers of her beauty, all I can think about isherpleasure.

Lila’s long eyelashes blink at me, “I think I’m ready for my detention.”

I don’t immediately get her meaning.

You get that smart mouth stuffed full so you stop talking so much.That’s what I’d said to her.

There’s shyness in her, but I can see the fire in her eyes. My girl has a taste for the devil.

I crook an arm behind my head, laying back so she can get used to me, to use me however she wants to. “What’s on the menu?”

“I want to…kiss you.” She can’t take her eyes off my raging hard-on. Fair enough, the thing’s a fucking monster on steroids. “Can I?” All angelically.

“The teacher’s pet gets whatever she wants, honey pie.”

“I don’t really…know what to do.”

I can’t help but exhale a low laugh. “Of course you do. Help yourself. Whatever you want, it’s all yours.” She could get me off by blinking at this point, but I’ll go along with it, since that’s the game we’re playing. “Don’t be scared of it, baby girl. Go ahead and touch. Put your soft mouth on me.”

She feathers her fingers along the ink of my tattoo. “I like your tattoo.” Then down my stomach, more boldly now. To the crown of my cock, where I’m practically overflowing. She swirls the wetness.

I can’t bear how good it feels.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Like this?”

“Take it in your hands.” My command is deep and rasped. I’m about to lose my mind.

She’s careful, and her hand eases around my thick length. She’s exploring, getting a feel for the hardness of it and the weight. I groan as another gush of pre-cum soaks her fingers.

“Can I taste you?”

“Only if you’re prepared to get very, very dirty.”

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