Page 13 of The Billionaire's Secret
Her chest rises and falls; her shoulders snap back.
"Don't you dare come, Gigi."
"What?" she gasps.
"You heard me," I admonish.
She licks her lips, her shoulders heave.
I reach across and rub my cum into her face, her neck, into the creamy skin of her arms.
Then I reach for the tissue holder, snatch up some sheets and clean myself off. I tuck myself in, help her onto the seat, making sure to keep the length of the seat between us.
"You bastard," she snarls.
"You're frustrated. I understand." I smirk. This is a new low, even for me. Shit. Why eviscerate her ego completely? Is this the only way I am able to communicate? To hide behind the façade I have so carefully built to hide from the world?
She makes a noise deep in her throat.
I shake my head. "Don’t do it."
"What?"
"Whatever bodily injury you were planning." I glance at her sideways. "I'm stronger than you."
"No shit." She tosses her head.
"You don't get it now, but it's for your own good."
"What?" She throws up her hands. "You coming all over me—"
"Which you enjoyed."
She opens her mouth—
I slash my palm across the air, "Don't deny it."
She flattens her lips, "—or that you didn’t let me come?"
"Ah... Now that," I tap my fingers on my chest, "is easy to fix."
"I'm sure I don't want to know this."
"Oh, but you do. All you have to do is come to me and ask me for help."
"Help?"
"From whatever situation it is that you find yourself in." I turn, scan her features. "I have power, Gigi."
"And money," she says bitterly.
"More than you can imagine." I nod. "Whatever problem you have, I can resolve it for you."
"In return for what?"
I look her up and down, "I'll think of something."
"No doubt." She turns to glance outside, her profile bleak. Her chin wobbles. That same strange heat stabs at my chest, a reaction I seem to have when I hurt her.
