Page 84 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Chapter 2

THERE WAS NO TIME TOspeak, Damen taking her lips once more the same time he scooped her up in his arms like she weighed no more than a feather. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest as his lips released hers and moved down her neck. His hand was caressing her breast, teasing her nipple to life.

When she opened her eyes, they were already in their bedroom and Damen was lowering her onto the bed. He followed her right after, dealing swiftly with both of their clothes. This time, his gaze had become dangerously hot, making Mairi wonder nervously if she had perhaps bitten off more than she could chew.

“Damen—-”

“No backing out now,” he growled. He flipped her around and then arranged her limbs so that she found herself on all fours.

Oh, daaaaaamn.

Had she really asked Damen Leventis to take her ass?

She must have been crazy.

“Damen.” His name came out as a whimper, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she was terrified or excited.

“Ssssh...”

He settled over her, his chest pressing against her back, and the heavy weight of him made Mairi breathless. Was this it? Was she ready?

She tensed when he started to move, knowing it would hurt but unable to say anything to prevent it. She whimpered again when she felt Damen palming the cheeks of her ass, lovingly, possessively. One hand settled on the small of her back and pushed.

Mairi obeyed, lowering herself until she was practically flat on the bed while her ass was up in the air. He moved away from her and she started to breathe, only to feel his hands back on her ass. Her breath caught in her throat as Mairi felt Damen’s fingers slowly prying the cheeks apart.

Ooooooooh—-

“Relax,” he whispered, just before using one finger to caress that tiny sensitive hole.

Mairi shuddered. She felt him moving back towards her and she tensed even more. Anytime now, anytime now——

Oh.

Damen’s finger left her sensitive hole and instead found her clitoris from behind. She was already wet with anticipation, but with his fingers playing with her nub she became even more so. “Damen.” She couldn’t stop moaning his name, couldn’t stop moving in response to the rhythm that his fingers set.

“More?” he asked in a purring voice.

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