Page 56 of The Billionaire's Secret
I gulp, then squeeze my eyes shut. "No one," I whisper. "You… You’ll be the first."
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Saint
The first. The only? The fuck am I thinking? Why does it mean so much to me to mark her in a way that no one has before?I’ve had my share of women, certainly never expected any one of my partners to come to me untouched…So why am I asking something of her that seems so out of character?It’s her. She is shattering my control. I told her that I would break her down; I hadn’t counted on the impact she’d have on me. I have to get back in the lead, have to wrest back my hard-earned self-restraint. Only one way to do it.
I drop to my knees. Her entire body freezes. I lick her from her swollen nub all the way up to her star-shaped opening.
Her shoulders shake. She moans and her knees seem to give way. I swoop down, wrap my fingers around her thighs. "Hold on."
I drag my tongue up her clit, retrace the path to her back hole. A whine spills from her lips and it’s my undoing. I thrust my tongue inside her channel, lick her, flick my tongue in and out of her.
Her entire body shudders and her breathing grows ragged. A trembling grips her, swoops up her legs. I don’t stop. I angle my head, haul her even closer until she’s riding my face. Her body tenses, her pussy clenches, and moisture beads her cunt. So fucking sweet, so soft. My dick lengthens; my groin hardens. I need to be inside her. I must. I fondle the curve of her hip, insert a thumb into her back hole.
She shudders, her thigh muscles spasm, and I recognize the giveaway sigh. She’s close. So close. I curl my tongue inside her and a low keening cry emerges from her lips. My vision tunnels and my muscles bunch. Close, I am so close. I drag my mouth from her, scramble up to my feet. Pivoting, I stalk away.
"What the fuck?" Her startled exclamation follows me.
I reach the exit, shove open the door.
"Where are you going, you asshole?"
I pause, "I think it’s your arsehole that’s pushing you to speak now."
"You filthy, horrible, monster."
The hair on my horrible neck bristles. I swerve and a wind disturbs my suit sleeve as a vase sails by. It crashes onto the floor, shatters.
I turn, sweep a wary gaze over the disheveled woman, who’s walking toward me. She’s managed to pull up her panties in double-quick time—impressive. Other than that, she’s naked. Her tits bounce, her hips wiggle, and her dark hair flies around her face. She holds up the twin of the vase that she’d thrown earlier. I duck again…but am not that quick. The heavy artifact grazes my shoulder, before crashing to the ground.
I stumble, then right myself. I brush my sleeve. "Are you quite done?" I drawl.
She clenches her tiny fingers into fists. "I am going to kill you."
"Join the queue. You’ll have a long wait, by the way."
She bares her teeth and a snarl emerges from the controlled, always put together sophisticate she’d once been. This side of Gigi… I frown… It’s innervating, energizing… It’s fucking sexy.
"Wanna fight?" My lips curl.
"Fuck you, Saint."
I can’t stop the grin that splits my face.
She snarls.
I raise my hand, "Now, now, Tory, we can work this out."
"I hate being called Tory, fucking hate it."
O-k-a-y."Victoria."
"I loathe my name. Stupid, prissy, old-fashioned." She walks forward, fists in front. "Are you aware of the number of stupid Posh Spice references I have had to endure?"
I blink, glance around the room. What can I use as a shield? The table… Too heavy. Besides, it would hurt her if I held it up. Come to think of it…better not move from here, best to hold my stance, look her in the eyes. Her pupils are so black they seem to have expanded, until only a circle of stormy green remains.
"It doesn’t help that I look like this."
