Page 75 of The Billionaire's Secret
"That's very little time." I wring my fingers.
"Time you put your body to good use, hmm?"
The color fades from my cheeks.
He scrutinizes my features, "You didn’t expect to get away from this without fucking him, now did you?"
I swallow. "No…but…"
"What is it? Tell me quickly." He looks at the expensive watch on his wrist. "I’m running out of time, Victoria."
"I… I…" I am not stupid. Of course, I knew I’d have to go to bed with Saint… But that was before… I’d realized how much he affects me. Perhaps a part of me had hoped that I’d somehow manage to get away without being hurt. Who am I kidding? I had taken on this role knowing I’m likely to lose everything.
"It’s fine," I pull myself up to my full height, "I’ll find a way to do it."
He jerks his chin, "Good."
"And Nina?"
I can’t interpret the look comes into his eyes. "You don't need to worry about her." He rolls his shoulders. "Stay focused on your task. The faster you get the USB from him, the sooner you can go free."
He looks past me, "In fact, I’ll help you along in this charade."
His arm snakes out and he grips my shoulder.
"What… What are you doing?"
The hair on the nape of my neck prickles and an electric current runs up my spine.Oh! God, no. It can’t be. Saint's here; he's watching."Let me go."
Antonio yanks me to him with such force that I stumble into him. He lowers his head and his breath mingles with mine.
The next moment he’s yanked away from me. Antonio’s body arches through the air. He hits the ground with a thud.
I open my mouth to scream, then clap a hand over it. I take a step forward.
"Leave, Victoria," Saint’s hard voice whips through my mind.
"But..."
He jerks his head around, and his blue eyes lighten until they resemble chips of ice. Did he overhear any of that conversation? No, he couldn’t have. I have to hope for that, at least. So why is he staring at me as if he wants to wrap his fingers around my neck and choke me…as he fucks me? As he buries himself inside of me, covers my body with his, merges his scent with mine, his lips over mine, those hard pecs cutting into the soft curves of my breasts as he fucks me, takes me, paints his essence on me and wipes out everything I have seen and heard and experienced—"Victoria."
I flinch.
"Go," he jerks his chin.
My gaze darts around him to Antonio, who jumps up to his feet.
Saint turns around, deflects a blow from Antonio, who steps back, knees slightly bent, fists balled. A trickle of blood drips from his nose.
"Not bad for a spoilt playboy," he snickers.
Saint steps forward, until his chest slams into Antonio’ "If I see you anywhere near her again… I’ll—"
"You’ll?"
"I’ll beat the fuck out of you."
Antonio chuckles. "I’ll have to take you up on your challenge one of these days, knowing fully well that you won’t be able to win."
