Page 41 of The Billionaire's Secret
For me? For her? My heart squeezes.The hell?Why do I want to find out what’s making her come onto me, haunt my every step, force herself on me.? Almost as if she is under duress. I stiffen, my shoulder muscles tensing.Is that what this is? Is she trying to trap me somehow? But why? It doesn’t make any sense.
"This is what you want, right?" she seethes, her features a hard mask. "Me at your disposal. Well, here I am, so why don’t you take what I am offering and be done with it? Why don’t you—?"
I shake my head.
She blinks.
"Not like this." I pull back, everything in my body protesting. My pelvis jerks—wanting, needing to be inside of her.Not yet.
Her mouth opens and closes. "Wh…what are you doing?"
I lock my muscles, push up and off of her. "You can’t top from the bottom, sweetheart."
She scowls, then glances away.
I pinch her chin. She peers up at me from under her eyelashes.
"Guess what the masochist told the sadist?" I scan her features.
"What?" She swallows.
"Hurt me."
Her pupils dilate and her breathing grows ragged.
I peel back my lips, "And what did the sadist reply with?" I ask.
She tilts her head, "I…I don’t know."
"Exactly."
She frowns.
"He said 'No,' Sweetheart."
She pales.
"To everyone else, you may be a fragile beauty, but your façade doesn't fool me."
She swallows, then tosses her head, "I have no idea what you mean."
"I can see the cracks in your perfection, the need that eats away at you."
Her breath hitches, "You don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Don’t you?" I allow my lips to curl, "I plan to break you, and when I am done with you, you’ll regret ever having caught my interest."
Her lips part, and the scent of her—lilies with a dash of pepper—teases my nostrils. My dick twitches. My fingers tremble. They fucking tremble. I let go of her and she sags back.
I thrust out my chest, then tuck myself in my pants. "We do this my way." I say.
"What’s that?"
"Thirty days Victoria. If you can survive for thirty days without breaking, I’ll take you as my sub."
She frowns. "That’s…too long," she splutters.
"Twenty-four seven."
