Page 55 of The Billionaire's Secret
A chuckle trembles from my lips.
"So, I’m right?" he asks.
I nod.
His gaze intensifies, "But he fucked you?"
"He…did his husbandly duties, if that’s what you’re asking."
His fingers tighten on my waist.
"Did you love him?" His voice is impersonal as if he’s interrogating a business prospect. Cut. Dry.
Everything is so fucking black and white for him. If he only knew the choices I’d had to face.
"Did you?"
"No."
I hear him release a breath.Why should it matter to him if I’d wanted someone before him? Not that I want him either. Of course, not.
"Thank you for sharing that."
What the—? Is be being polite?
"I gave you what you wanted." The words tumble from my lips. "Are you satisfied?"
"Not yet." He brushes his knuckles past my slit.
Pinpricks of pleasure dart up my spine.
Damn him and his touch. Why is my body so damned responsive to him? Why did it have to be him who could elicit this reaction from me when no one else can?
He teases his finger into my back hole and everything inside of me tenses.
No.
No.
"Yes," he growls. "Here… How many have had you here, my impudent little wannabe sub?"
"Ah!" I stutter.
"Tell me, or I swear I’m leaving." The heat from his body recedes again.
I gasp. "Stop. I’ll tell you." I sense him still.
Wait.
Wait.
I swallow. My fingers spasm. My thigh muscles bunch. If I do this, I am giving away one more part of myself. Another secret that will no longer belong to me.
Another thing he can hold over me.
Another weapon he can use against me.
"Now, Victoria."
