Page 80 of The Billionaire's Secret
She stares at me, her eyes wide in her face. Her cheeks are too fucking pale. I stalk around to where she huddles and she freezes. Her muscles seem to lock, then she hunches into herself, making herself smaller.
I reach for the bottle of water on the bed-stand and she winces.
"Easy," I keep my tone firm, pour a glass of water and offer it to her.
She eyes it warily.
"Take it."
She hesitates. I take a sip from it. "See?" I tilt my head, "It’s safe to drink."
She takes the glass from me, brings it to her lips, and drains it. Some of the liquid runs down her chin. I reach out, wipe away the wetness with my thumb.
She stays silent. I drag my finger across her lower lip. Her mouth opens. I slide my digit inside and she sucks on it. She sinks her teeth in, and fuck me, but I feel the tug all the way to the tip of my dick.
I reach for the now empty glass, pry it from her fingers. She swallows. I place the glass on the nightstand. The slight thump breaks the silence.
She shudders.
I push down with my thumb and she opens her mouth wider. I slide in my forefinger, my middle finger. She swipes her tongue across them. My shaft lengthens in my pants; the blood thuds at my temples. I pull away from her and she stiffens, watches me from under hooded eyes as I take a step back.
"What are you not telling me?" I scowl down at her.
"What do you mean?" She frowns back at me.
"Why did you have that nightmare?"
"Th...that?" She shoves her hair back from her face. "It was...nothing."
"I came in to find you thrashing on the bed, begging someone not to come near you," I growl.
"So?"
"Did he hurt you?"
"Who?"
"Don’t pretend you don't know who I mean."
She tilts up her chin. "N...no." She swallows.
"Lying to me again?"
"Of course, not."
I bend down, peer into her eyes, "Tell me. What's got you terrified, Gigi?" I search her pale features. "Why are you trembling so much that you can barely sit upright?"
"Maybe it's your nearness?" Her lips twist.
"Is it?" I scowl.
"Or maybe it's the thought that you are going to own your dominance and show me what you are made of?" She looks me up and down. Her chin wobbles.
Something hot stabs at my chest.
Fuck, is this an act she's putting on? When she's hurting and unsure, and yet she's taunting me to get the better of my control.
"What are you hiding from me?" I rub the back of my neck. "Why can't you tell me what's got you so fearful that you had to come to me with a proposition that is so unlike your personality?"
