Page 117 of Contract of a Billionaire
I sighed.
“Alessio, I don’t think we should talk about that,” I told him quietly. His shoulders visibly tensed and I hated it. This dark cloud full of ghosts lurking over us. “I’m here. With you. I want to be withyou.”
His hand slid down my throat, squeezed tightly, almost painfully. He didn’t even realize he was doing it. I didn’t whimper. I wasn’t scared. After our past week together, I trusted him. He shared big parts of himself and I wanted us to be like this for the rest of our lives.
I didn’t want to worry about the four years we spent apart. I didn’t want to be jealous.
“Have you set the date?” he demanded to know.
I was his already. I have always been his. Saying ‘I do’ wasn’t going to change that.
“I don’t want to rush it,” I murmured. His jaw tightened and worry swarmed my mind. “Do you still want to marry me?” I rasped.
Surprise coasted through his eyes. I hadn’t realized we were home until he pulled into the underground garage. He parked the car and turned to face me. His palm still cupped my face. He raked his thumb over my bottom lip again.
My tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb and he groaned his approval.
“You are the only woman I want to marry, Autumn.”
A soft smile crept on my face. “Ditto.”
“You could have better,” he said it so slowly, like it pained him to even utter those words. “You want to save the world. I’ve been destroying it for years.” His voice was gravel and the vulnerability in his eyes could destroy me.
“You’re the only one I want,” I said softly, nipping his thumb. “The only one I’ll ever want.”
He took my jaw between his fingers, nearly swallowing it with the size of his palm.
“I don’t like it when you watch other men,” he grumbled. “Makes me want to spank you.” A soft gasp filled the space of his car. My heart hammered at the dark note in his voice and my thighs throbbed.
I squeezed them, hoping to ease the throbbing and Alessio’s eyes flicked down.
“Fuck.” One word. “You like the sound of a spanking?”
My body temperature spiked about twenty degrees. “I…” I could lie but the fact was that I wanted to try it. With him. “Yes,” I breathed.
He exited the car, came around to open the door for me and we rushed to the penthouse. The distance seemed too long. The two of us held hands, our hearts thundering.
If someone would have asked me how we got to our bedroom or stripped naked, I wouldn’t be able to answer. My body and mind was zeroed on him and only him.
“Bend over the bed, open palms on the mattress,” Alessio ordered in a hoarse voice. “Legs open wide.”
I obeyed without a second thought, eager for the pleasure his eyes promised. His naked chest covered my back. His hands came to my shoulders, then traveled down my arms. Goosebumps followed and shivers rolled down my spine.
“If you want me to stop,” he rasped, his voice full of dark promises, “just say Kyoto.”
“What?” I stammered.
“Kyoto,” he grunted. I flicked him a glance over my shoulder. “I was already in love with you when we were there.”
God, was it possible to feel so much happiness? The intensity in his eyes had my emotions on high alert.
Slowly, his hands traveled over my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples. His other hand continued the path lower and lower, until reaching my wet folds. My skin tingled, buzzing with anticipation.
“I’m going to play with you.” His voice was husky, full of lust. He thrust two fingers inside me at the same time he tugged on my nipples. “I’m going to make you beg. Scream. Fall apart for me.” I arched my back, rubbing against him as my moan rippled through the air. “You’ll be my little toy.”
“Y-yes… “
Every ounce of me came alive under his touch. His fingers curled inside me, making my toes curl with the thrumming sensation at the bottom of my stomach.
