Page 77 of The Billionaire's Secret

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I nod.

"I didn’t expect otherwise."

I glower, "Very sure of yourself."

"Always." He widens his stance. "Unlike you."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You can’t lie to save yourself… Tory."

"Don’t call me that. I told you I don’t like it."

"So I can’t, but he can?"

The blood rushes from my face. "How…how much did you hear?"

"Enough."

"It…it’s not what it seems, Saint."

He chuckles, "You can do better than that."

"No, really," I grip his arm.

He shakes it off, "Don’t come near me."

My heart begins to thud and sweat beads my palms. This is not good. I can’t afford to have Saint angry with me. Can’t have him put distance between us—not when I am so close to getting everything I want.

"I’ll do it, Saint."

He regards me from under those thick eyelashes.

"I’ll do anything you want."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

"I’ll marry you. I’ll obey you. I’ll give you anything you need from me."

He drums his fingers on his chest, "You’ll agree to everything I ask?"

I nod.

He walks a slow circle around me. I stare ahead. Allow him to take his measure of my body, my curves, welcome his heated gaze that flows over my waist, down the cleft between my arsecheeks, around my thighs to the front, where he pauses, his gaze fixed on the triangle between my legs.

"You’ll strip for me?"

"Of course."

"Let me slap your pussy?" His voice lowers to a hush.

I shudder. Squeeze my thighs together.

"Answer me."

"Yes," I snap out.

He tilts his head to the left, then the right.

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