Page 28 of Contract of a Billionaire
One step. Two steps. I closed the distance between us on the third step and stepped between his spread thighs, his unique woodsy and spice scent mixing with the cigarettes.
He hadn’t moved, but his eyes turned into hot liquid, darker than I’ve ever seen them.
His one hand came to the inside of my thigh, while his other still held the cigarette. In lazy strokes, his rough palm moved higher and higher, until it cupped my sex and a hitched breath escaped me.
“Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. I’d have to switch to something other than the pill before I left for Kuala Lumpur. Mirena or Depo shot. Anything as long as it eliminated the need of daily intake while I was on the road. But Alessio didn’t have to know that.
“Can you lose the cigarette?” I breathed as my hands came to rest on his shoulders. The heat of him burned my fingertips in the best way possible.
“So demanding,” he rasped, putting it out in an ashtray on the little side table.
I scoffed softly, my thighs parting wider so I could feel more of him at my core. His hands inched closer and closer to where I wanted him while my fingers circled his shoulders, then down his forearms. His skin was rougher there, like he had scars under that ink.
“You already issued three demands to my one.”
My hand paused over one and I sensed him stiffening. The question lingered on my lips, but I didn’t want to ruin this moment. This night. So I continued exploring his body, noting more of the similar scars. All under the ink.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. He was, scars or no. Ink or no. Every inch of him was hard, warm and just beautiful.
His knuckles brushed against my pussy and my head fell back while a moan slipped through my lips.
“Are you sore?”
I wanted to lie to him. I wanted more of him inside me. But I knew he’d be able to tell I was lying.
“Just a little bit.”
Without a warning, he slid one finger inside me and I whimpered. “You’re more than just a little sore.”
My pussy clenched around his finger, hungry for that sensation only he could give me.
He went to pull his finger out and my hand wrapped around his wrist.
“Please, Alessandro, I want more.” Our gazes locked, his finger at my entrance and my pussy throbbing with the need to have more of him. “Pleasure outweighs the pain.”
I lifted my leg and rested my knee on his thigh, grinding myself against his hand. His finger slid deeper inside me and a moan slipped between my lips. His other hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me to him, keeping our faces inches apart. The cigarette burned on the ashtray next to him.
Kind of like the two of us. Would we burn out in the end?
Because to feel something so intense when someone touches you couldn’t last. Right?
“From the moment I saw you amidst that ridiculous girly bedroom, your ass perked up in the air, I have fantasized aboutthis.” His admission surprised me and made my chest glow with satisfaction. He didn’t forget me. “You writhing under me, like a goddess, begging me to fuck you.”
This man boiled all my thoughts into single words.Want. Need. Pleasure.
“Are you going to kiss me, Alessandro?” I murmured, my lips brushing against his and all the while his finger remained in my pussy. He thrust it deep inside me and my moan vibrated against his mouth.
“Alessio,” he gritted. “Nobody calls me Alessandro.”
“Alessandro,” I retorted back, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. “I like being the only one to call you by that name.”
It made it special. It made it ours.
I gently nipped his lip, then swept my tongue over it to ease the sting. And the entire time, my body rocked against his hand. Another finger joined in, stretching me. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s right,” he hissed, then took my mouth for a rough kiss as his fingers thrust in and out of my clenching pussy. “You’re mine now.”
