Page 157 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Regret," I snarl.
She tips up her head, "Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet."
I pause, my pulse rate ratchets up. "Death," I grind out.
"When I sneak up on you, you’ll never be the same again." She smiles, "What am I?" A tear slides down her cheek.
I bend into her, lick it up. "Betrayal," I growl.
She swallows.
"You going to betray me, Gigi?"
"What do you think?" She tips up her chin, her gaze challenging. "The mighty Saint, who’s never had the courage to lose his heart ever before... You think I have the guts to betray you?"
"I think," I grip her hips, position her just right, "that you already have." I propel my hips forward and enter her.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. She brings up her hand and I grab her palm, flatten it against the wall, pressing my fingers in between hers.
"My God, Gigi, you’re…" My cock lengthens inside of her. She thrusts back, grinds her butt into the hard wall of my pelvis. "Please." The word spills from her lips.
A groan rips out of me. I grind my teeth so hard, pain rips up my jaw. I lower my head to the curve between her neck and shoulder, "Fuck you for getting to me. Fuck me for not being able to resist you. Fuck us both for what we are doing to each other." I bite down on her neck.
She screams.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock. I pull out, and the friction of my dick against the melting walls of her channel is too much. More blood rushes to my groin. I drag my fingers up to her breasts, squeeze her nipple.
Her body bucks. I rip my teeth from her shoulder, turn her head to mine. "Open your eyes," I growl.
Her eyelids flutter open, her pupils so big in her eyes, they seem to swallow up most of her iris, leaving only a ring of green at the circumference.
"Saint," she whispers.
"I fucking love you," I snarl.
Her face whitens. "You can’t."
"Too late," I bare my teeth. "Congratulations, you got what you set out to do."
I propel my hips forward, bury myself inside her with such force that my balls slap against her skin.
Her mouth opens and her throat moves as she tries to speak. I shake my head, "Save it for later, babe, cause both you and I are going to pay for this." I pull out and thrust back in, impaling her again and again. Her body jerks and spasms grip her body, sweep up her hips, her breasts.
Her gaze widens, "Omigod," she gasps, "I’m going to…"
I pull out, and come on her back.
"What the—?" She blinks.
I step back, survey the white ribbons of my cum that crisscross her curves. Pulling out my handkerchief—monogrammed because, what the fuck? I gotta play the part of gazillionaire dickhead with no details spared—I throw it at her. "Clean yourself up."
I tuck myself back in, turn and stride to the lift.
"Oh, and Gigi," I glance at where she hasn’t moved from against the wall, "don’t be late."
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