Page 57 of The Billionaire's Secret
I risk a quick glance down to her perky breasts, the tiny waist, the flare of her hips and that juicy, sexy, core of hers. The pink cleft between her lower lips would be glistening, from her cum.Fuck.
My cock thickens, my belly coils...Fuck, fuck, fuck, look up, look away, before you reveal how much her presence affects you.
I squeeze the bridge of my nose, and she snarls, "You can’t stand to look at me, can you?"
I snap my eyelids open, "Now, that’s not what this is about."
"You fucking hate my body," she huffs.
I tilt my head, "Not true."
"My tits are too big.
My fingers clench. "They’re gorgeous," I growl.
"My waist is too tiny." She pouts.
"It's fucking beautiful." I furrow my brow.
"My hips are too large," she wails.
I pretend to study her curves, then scratch my chin, "Now that you mention it…"
She opens and shuts her jaw, then charges at me, "Why you jackass, you rotten excuse for a man…you."
She flings herself at me, and I take the full impact of her weight. She throws her fists, catches me in the side, against my rib cage. She peppers me with her blows. I don’t react. I brace myself, allow her to hit me. "I hate you." Slam. "Bloody loathe you." She snaps her forehead into my chest. I wince…on her behalf. That had to hurt. She raises her arm again, then drops it to her side. "You’re dreadful. How could you do that to me? How could you…?" Her shoulders shudder and her tiny body sways. Wetness blots my shirt. I glance down at the back of her head.
"Gigi?"
She shakes her head, her crying intensifying. A hot sensation stabs at my chest. I scoop her up, cuddle her against my body. She’s so fucking light, so perfectly formed. Why the fuck hadn’t I noticed that before? Because I’d been too focused on myself. On what I wanted from her, on trying to figure out why the hell she’d come to me with that crazy proposition of hers… And I will find out… But meanwhile, I am going to hold her, until this storm she’s found herself in blows over.
Her sobs increase in strength.
Shit, the fuck am I supposed to do now?
I’ve had women cry out in passion, weep when I’ve brought them to orgasm, wail when I’ve fucked the hell out of them. But this...weeping woman… One I’ve begun to appreciate more than any other female in my life…Holdonabloody second.I've barely spent any time with her, so why does she affect me so much?
Do I understand her better than anyone else outside of the Seven?
Yes.
Fuck, what does that mean?
Nothing. I can have girlfriends… No, not like that… I mean, girls who are my friends. Yeah… No, she isn’t a friend.She is… Something… Somebody I am going to take on as a sub, remember? Yeah, got it.I cuddle her close and she wraps her arm around me. I stalk over to the chair I’d vacated earlier. Sit down with her in my lap.
I rock her and pat her hair, but her crying only seems to grow louder.
Shit, shit, shit.
The band around my heart squeezes. Gotta do something. What does one do to quieten someone who’s crying? I rock her back and forth, back and forth. She digs her fingers into my shirt, her nails digging through, into my skin. She’s still weeping…but it’s not as intense as earlier, right?
I continue to rock her, hum under my breath. She sniffles. Her crying lessens. I hum again…then croon the song.
She hiccups, then falls silent.
"Your pitch is off-key, by the way." She sniffles.
"I'm tone deaf," I reply cheerfully. But at least she's stopped the waterworks. Man, that was close.
