Page 66 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"Enough," I say, and I know it's not what I should've said.

"Yes, sir," she says, and there's nothing sweet about her tone.

I should tell her we're not doing anything tonight. That I'm just going to go.

That's what I should do.

But her words sear into my mind. My body tenses, and I go still.

I can tell immediately that she's shocked herself with those words as well. Intended as a joke, but maybe not so much anymore.

And damn it, the obvious interest in her eyes, the way she licks her lips, the slight flush on her cheeks.

It's all too much.

Telling her my preferences was supposed to turn her away from me. Make her want to get back into bed and lock the damn doors.

It wasn't supposed to pique an interest in her—a curiosity.

A desire to see exactly how much she can take.

A desire to push her.

"Annie," I say, trying to keep the gravel out of my voice.

"Yes?"

She's too fucking innocent, and yet there's a gleam in her eyes, the same one she had when she told me she wanted me to fuck her.

I swallow, and I feel the battle raging inside me.

I should leave. I should do the right thing and go.

But her eyes are locked on mine, and the need is rising inside me. The need to dominate her, to make her mine, to take her.

"Tell me you want this," I say, the words leaving my mouth without conscious thought.

"I want this." She doesn't hesitate.

I should stop.

I grip her chin and force her face up.

"Look at me," I command.

"I'm looking at you," she says.

"You want this?"

"Yes," she breathes.

"You want me to fuck you, Annie?"

"God,yes."

My hand slides from her chin to the side of her neck where I wrap it very lightly. No pressure, but I can feel her throat working nervously under my thumb.

Nerves, I can handle. Fear is a deal breaker.

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