Page 24 of The Billionaire's Secret
I jerk my chin up. His lips curl in a smirk, and moisture instantly pools at my core. Damn the man, he knows the effect he has on me. So what? I tighten my grip on the gun. I hold the weapon. So why does it feel like the one between his legs is more lethal?Jesus, cliché much?
"You do need to up your game, Gigi." He tilts his head.
Anger squeezes my chest.
He is toying with me. Asshole is having fun at my expense. I’ll teach him what it means to sit on that lofty, privileged perch of his and sneer down his nose at those who have to fight for every bit of help, for every shred of kindness, for every soft word, tender touch…every gaze filled with love, tears, blood… "Shut up." My voice emerges—harsh, guttural. Nothing like the sophisticate I am trying to portray. I draw in a deep breath. My hand trembles.
Walk away, right now, while you can.
I can’t. I won’t. I have to face him down. I have to find a way to ensure that I come out of this with some small shred of my dignity intact.
He grips his gorgeous shaft, swipes it from root to tip.
My throat dries. Heat flushes my skin and sweat beads my palm.
"Stop that," I croak.
"Don’t tell me what to do." His command lashes across my skin. My fingers slip. The stuffing from the chair next to his head explodes, but he's already moving.
I hear the thud of his boots on the carpet, see a blur of movement, then the gun is knocked from my hand.
I hit the ground, face down. His heavy weight presses into me. His hardness stabs into the curve of my waist. Those solid thighs grip mine on either side. I am surrounded by him. Heat from his massive body slams into me, pins me down. Moisture dribbles out between my legs. I strain and he places his cheek next to mine, his breath raising the hair on my forehead.
"You have my attention, little Gigi."
He licks the shell of my ear.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. My vision narrows; my toes curl. "I want more than that." I shiver.
There’s a pause, then his chest vibrates. "What?" he growls.
"Take me as your sub."
7
I am given with pleasure when taken by force. What am I?
Answer: A kiss
Saint
"Do you have any idea what you're asking for?" I push back and flip her on her back.
Her green eyes deepen in color, glittering emeralds that cut through me, hurt me, scoop up every last drop of humanity left in me and render me incoherent.
"Well?" I glare at her.
"Y...yes." she stutters.
I rise to my feet and she pales.
"On your knees," I growl.
She hesitates.
I lower my voice to a hush, "Now." Her shoulders stiffen, then she pushes up to kneel at my feet. It puts her face at eyelevel with my crotch. My groin hardens.
I reach down, grab my cock. Her breath hitches. She drops her gaze, watches as I massage my dick.
