Page 156 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Saint," her voice hitches, "please."
"Please what, Gigi?" I plant my thigh between her legs, pushing them apart.
She shudders, "Why…why are you doing this?"
I dip a finger inside her pussy. The melting heat clings to my skin. "That’s why," I growl. "Because I only have to glare at you, and your body instantly responds.” I yank on the thin silver fabric and it snaps.
A small scream leaves her lips, "You…you don’t want to do this."
I laugh, "Don’t you realize? In no way, can you tell me what to do."
I unbuckle my belt, lower my zipper.
"Stop," she snarls.
I yank her butt toward me, position her right, shove her legs apart further, and—
"Don’t—" her voice breaks.
I pull out my dick, position it at the opening of her melting pussy. Drag my hand up and around to cup her breast, "I want you," I growl.
"Not yet."
I squeeze her nipple, run my tongue up the curve of her ear, "Yes, yet."
"First answer my riddle."
"Huh?" I pause, "What did you say?"
"Answer my questions. If you get it right, you can have me… Else…"
"Else?"
"You have to wait until I am ready."
"You know I don’t allow anyone else to question me."
"Why not?" She frowns at me, her cheek flat against the wall. "What are you afraid of Saint?"
"Nothing."
I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her mouth parts.
"See, your body can’t deny me."
"That’s true," she swallows, "but you relish challenges, Saint, and I’m challenging you to own my mind."
"What does that mean?"
"Answer my question…and I promise, I’ll never stop you again."
The familiar fear bursts through my mind. My heart begins to race. Sweat beads my temple.
Fact is that I'd take her anyway I can get her...but... I also can't deny her. My dick nudges the soft opening of her pussy, and I force myself to stay there. Stay.
"What is always too late?" Her voice slices through the lust in my head.
Don’t answer. Don’t.Damn her, she is the only person I’ll always answer. Fuck her for exploiting that, and fuck me for answering.
