Page 153 of The Billionaire's Secret
She blinks; her chin wobbles.
I drag the wetness from her cunt to her back hole. "You got a scholarship to UCLA," I prompt.
Shit, why had I said that?Me, the cold-hearted bastard who could string out an entire business discussion without showing mercy... The slightest hint of uncertainty from her and I can't stop myself from reaching out to help. This has got to stop.
I smear her wetness into the valley between her butt cheeks. She shudders. "That's where I met Nina," her voice quavers. "After my mother died, she was there for me; she pulled me out of the emotional hole I'd dug myself into. Clearly, the Mafia knew how close we were."
I dip a finger inside her back hole. Her butt clenches and her entire body jerks.
"Saint," she protests.
"Complete what you were saying," I instruct.
She swallows "There was no way I could abandon her." She tips up her chin, "But you know all this already, don't you?"
I grunt.
"Yet you married me?" she asks.
I tilt my head.
"Why?" Her chest rises and falls. "Why would you do that?"
"To keep you close…" I draw in a breath, "Not only that, though. It may have started out that way, but I fell for you somewhere along the way. You understand that, right?"
I slip another finger inside her back hole and she groans. I pause, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.
"Oh, my god, Saint…" she mewls. "Please, it’s not enough."
"Soon, darling." I pull out my fingers, then grip her hips to hold her in place. "What hold do they have on you, Gigi?"
"I… I told you everything already." Her shoulders stiffen, her spine ramrod straight.
Why is she not telling me everything?
"What have they asked of you?" I lean over, kiss the shell of her ear.
She moans.
"You have to tell me if you want me to help you."
I position my dick between her arsecheeks and she shivers.
"Let me take some of the burden off of you, Gigi. Tell me why you’re running scared? You’re my wife, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you. You know that, right?"
"Will you, Saint?" She thrusts out her hips and my dick nudges the opening of her puckered hole. Lust spirals up my spine and tension winds tight in my groin. I need to be inside of her. Need to take her again. "Anything," I force out the words through clenched teeth, "Anything for you."
"Then tell me who the phone calls are from? The woman for whom you’ll leave your wife and go running? Who is she, Saint?"
I dig my fingertips into her hips and she winces. I loosen my grip, slightly. It’ll leave marks on her there.Good.If this is the only way I can assert my ownership on her, then so be it.
"You…saw us?"
She nods. "I…followed you."
"That’s why you came to the office?"
"I came here because… I couldn’t bear to return to the bed we’d shared, after… You left to meet another woman."
