Page 101 of Reign of a Billionaire
Liana’s fingers clenched into small fists and her shoulders tensed. Maybe I’d misread all the signs and she really did hate me. I didn’t know anymore. I promised my love and fidelity to Louisa, and here I was begging her sister to touch herself in front of me. I wasn’t in my right mind, that was for sure.
She glanced around me, almost as if expecting someone to save her. No, that couldn’t be right. She didn’t need saving. She was probably looking for a weapon to kill me with, but finding nothing, her gaze traveled back to mine.
“Jesus,” she muttered, her slender shoulders relaxing a bit as she made her way to the chair. But she couldn’t hide the traitorous tremor of her body. She wanted me too. “You’re becoming obsessed with me.” She sat on the armchair like a queen, a secret smile on her lips. Did she think about the night we shared all those months ago as much as I did? “But let me warn you, I have no intention of staying here, so you’d better not get used to this.”
Her fucking mouth would be the death of me.
“Take off your bra,” I ordered, tugging on my own shirt and sliding it over my head. Her eyes landed on my chest, and goosebumps peppered her skin.
“I don’t like your bossy tone.” Her tongue swept across her bottom lip. “Say please.”
Her nipples tightened under the thin material of her bra, and her fingers trembled as she reached for the hook in front, but she didn’t move to unclasp it. Instead, she waited with a raised brow and a challenge in her eyes.
“Drop the act, Liana,” I said, my voice so deep and thick I barely recognized it. “I can smell your arousal. And the wet spot on your panties tells me you’re drenched. Now take off your bra so I can see your tits.”
Her chest heaved before she finally did as she was told. Discarding it onto the floor, her breasts spilled out and all the blood rushed to my groin. Her fingers came down to her armrests, clenching around them.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
She rolled her eyes, although the blush staining her porcelain skin told me she was enjoying the attention. “You already watched that show once, Kingston. This is going to get boring fast.”
This maddening woman. I unbuttoned my pants, discarding them in one go.
“The sooner you stop talking, the sooner you get relief,” I gritted. “Take off your panties so I can see your pussy.”
“Don’t go romancing anyone with that mouth of yours,” she breathed, her eyes lingering on my tattoos and the scars they hid. Could she see them? Her gaze traveled lazily down my body to my cock, and I watched with satisfaction as she flushed.
I liked that she didn’t look away, instead she watched me palm my length and tug on it. Once. Twice. She gasped, her breasts heavy and swollen, her nipples puckering tight in the cold air.
“Touch yourself, princess,” I rasped, and the plea in my voice would have embarrassed me if not for how turned on I was.
Her eyes flitted to mine before lowering again. In a decadent, sinful motion, she hooked her right knee over the armrest andinched her hand between her thighs. The first brush of her fingers had her quivering.
Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful. Spread wide open in offering, I could see her arousal, her wetness sliding down her inner thigh. The scent was fuckingintoxicating.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to fucking touch and caress and devour. I wanted to feel her flesh against mine. Yet, it felt like such a betrayal to Lou’s memory. It was her I loved. This woman in front of me was just a faded, fake replacement.
So I’d have to keep my distance. There wasn’t anything romantic about it. This was just blowing off steam.
Her fingers delved between her thighs, parting her folds, and I watched her thumb circle her swollen nub, rubbing it with her slim, graceful fingers. Her breath hitched and her whole body tensed, the sound of her wet arousal, the musky scent of her desire, and her breathing the only things I could concentrate on.
Liana slid a finger inside her core, her back arching and her lips parting with a soundless whimper. She was pink and wet, clenching and inviting. Her gaze lingered on my cock, her movements synchronized with my own. I watched as her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, chasing her release.
“What did you think about when you touched yourself on my bed the last time?” I asked, my voice rough to my own ears.
“The man in my dreams,” she breathed, a moan slipping past her naturally pink lips, her thumb circling her clit with frantic need.
I surged forward, curling my arms around her waist and pulling her up. I should have been smarter than this. I should have been more in control, but my cock took over my brain, and it no longer mattered that Liana wasn’t my Lou. I was acting on impulse, like a starved beast about to pounce.
Her hands slammed into my chest, her wet fingers splaying over my abs, and for a moment, we stood still. Her lips were inches from mine. Eyes shining like gold.
Fuck, those eyes! I loved and loathed that color. I loved and loathed thatface.
I dumped her on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. My jaw clenched as I fought my body’s urges that were tearing me apart from within.
“Are we watching each other or are you fucking me?” Her body trembled, betraying her brave words.
“On your hands and knees,” I snapped, angry that she was thinking about someone else while getting off in front of me. Furious at myself for wanting her. Confused at all these conflicting feelings that made no goddamn sense.
