Page 98 of The Billionaire's Secret
"It…isn’t what it seems."
He chuckles, "At least try a new line."
"It’s true, I—"
He pushes up into my center with such pressure that all my nerve-endings pop. More moisture pools between my legs and my thighs spasm. I grab his forearm and he shoves my hand aside. "You don’t get to touch me."
"Saint, don’t—"
"That’s ‘Sir’ to you."
I swallow.
"Say it."
I shake my head. Not like this. I didn’t want things to go so wrong between us. Can’t stand the hatred that flares in his eyes. The narrowness of his gaze, the cold edge of his anger that slices into my heart, rips through my guts, freezes my blood until I can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can’t do anything but stare at him, with a silent plea in my eyes.
Sweat beads his forehead. He meets my gaze head on. The skin is drawn over his cheeks as if this entire proceeding is not easy for him either. No, I don’t believe that. He holds all of the cards right now. Hell, he holds my cunt in his hand. One word and my entire world could come crashing down around me. What’s left of it, that is. And poor Nina— She’ll be lost to the murky depths of the world that Antonio has her trapped in. All because this asshole of a gazillionaire, with an ego bigger than the entire city of London put together, can’t bear to lose.
"You know what your problem is?" I stare into his face, "You can’t stand to be vulnerable."
He frowns. "What do you mean?"
"You were attracted to me. You wanted me. Hell, you were all set to bed me, no strings attached. Then you realized someone had beat you to it… No..." I shake my hair back from my face, “You realized that I, a woman, had run circles around you and your uppity friends and none of you had any idea." I widen my smile. "None."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," I nod. "In fact, if you hadn’t seen me with Antonio—"
"Don’t mention his fucking name."
"Ah! So that’s it?"
"What?" His eyebrows knit.
"You’re jealous."
"You’re wrong." He leans forward until his nose brushes mine. His chest expands, then expands some more. His shoulders seem to grow even wider. His left eyelid twitches.Shit, that isn’t a good sign at all, is it?
"You’re missing something, little Victoria," he growls.
"What?"
"I am not the one with everything to lose. You are."
Anger sweeps up my spine. I draw back my shoulders, then squeeze my thighs together, locking his hand between my legs. "The only thing I have to lose here is the fact that you haven’t fucked me, so why don’t you, and be done with it, hmm? Then we can bury this chemistry and get on with our lives. In fact," I bring my hand up and grip the tent at his crotch, "I’ll help you along. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To fuck me out of your system? To have me until you get tired of me? So why don’t you do it and cast me aside? That way, we don’t have to go through this sham of a wedding or the arrangement of you becoming my Dom. Why pretend there is any relationship possible between us, when really, we hate each other? Fuck me already, and we can call it quits."
Don’t say yes. Don’t. Don’t let me walk away. Please don’t.
He hauls me up by his grip on my pussy so I am perched on tip toe. His nostrils flare as he surveys my face, "No."
I blink. "No?"
He nods, "I have a better idea."
"What?"
"I’ll quiz you about The Beatles. If you get every answer right, I’ll let you leave. If you get even one wrong… I…" He massages my clit through my clothes. My sex shudders and a tingling emanates from his touch, sweeping aside the cold, heating my blood, leaving a fiery, tangled, throbbing need in its wake.Shit. Say it, damn it. Complete your sentence.
