Page 136 of The Billionaire's Secret
I raise my shoulders, "It's too much of a commitment to have a place of my own. Besides, given the hotel chains I run, it seems like a waste not to use the facilities they afford me." I twist my lips. "Nothing like keeping the staff on their toes… Every time I stay in a hotel, I force the management to up their game."
Will she believe me? Can she look past the obvious to what I’m not saying?
She frowns, then jerks her chin, "Guess it makes sense."
My ribcage feels too tight.Can’t she look past the front I am putting up?Fuck that. I had been happy this far, had figured out how to make the most of the cards I had been handed. Had even managed to find a balance of sorts, thanks to my more extreme tastes.Why did she have to come along and disturb that? Why does she make me yearn for more?Bloody hell.I shake my head.
One more chance. Give her one more chance to reveal the truth. Say it, Gigi. Tell me why you’re really here. Confess it and I’ll do what is needed to keep you safe. I’ll do anything to extricate you from whatever situation you’ve found yourself in.
She twists her fingers around my cock.
I place my hand over hers, "My turn to ask a question."
"Right." She blinks, squares her shoulders.
"You ready, Gigi?"
She nods.
"Why did you agree to marry me?"
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"It’s not like you gave me a choice?" I set my jaw.
"You could have left," he retorts. "It's not like I was holding you captive."
"Weren’t you?" I massage his balls, squeeze the base of his cock at the same time.
"F-u-c-k." Color flushes his cheeks. His blue eyes deepen into the color of azure.
His fingers spasm over mine.
He wraps the fingers of his other hand around my neck in that possessive grasp I’m coming to recognize.
"Who’s holding who captive here, hmm?" His gaze intensifies. He releases his grip on my hand, only to cup my pussy. "Tell me why you agreed to marry me."
I shake my head; he slips three fingers inside my cunt at the same time.Omigod!My eyes roll back in my head; my grasp on his cock tightens.
He circles his thumb around the swollen bud of my clit, and my entire body bucks. A trembling sweeps up from my toes, surges toward my womb.
He pulls out his fingers from my pussy and I whine, "No, goddam you, don’t do this."
"Your answer, Gigi, why did you marry me?"
"Because I wanted to, you asshole." I tip up my chin, "Is that enough for your ego?
"No."
My jaw falls open, "You can’t be serious."
"Oh, but I am, my darling." His lips twist, "Tell me the real reason, and I promise I’ll let you come."
"You’re an unfeeling brute." Anger tunnels my vision.
"And you’re a cunt."
