Page 71 of The Billionaire's Baby
She pales. "What are you going to do with that?"
I tilt my head, then stalk back to her. She turns her head and I curve my fingers around her neck, "Told you to stay with your gaze forward, didn’t I?"
"But—"
I slide the knife under the coils of rope, then flick my wrist. The blade slices through the strands, and the cord falls away.
I raise her sweatshirt, tug down the jeans, then stare at the curve of her creamy butt. "Bloody hell," I growl, "how could I have missed looking at this sight in such a short period of time?"
"Ar…Arpad?" Her voice wavers. "What are you going to do?"
"I am going to fuck you now."
26
Karina
That’s what I want, isn’t it? For him to lose control and take me, despite the fact that I know he wants to bind me first. Isn’t that why I had used the rope to bind myself? Yes, so it had also been functional, but subconsciously it was about taunting him, teasing him, trying to get a rise out of him, and damn, if I haven't succeeded.
He nudges my hair over one shoulder and cool air hits my nape. I shiver, grip the edge of the table and wait… Wait for his next move.
"It’s your turn."
"What?"
"You're up next to play, Sparks."
"Fuck that," I swear aloud.
"Now, now," he chuckles, "don’t be rude."
"Fuck you," I swear under my breath, and he laughs. The asshole actually laughs. I turn, and once more, he wraps his fingers around my nape, coercing me to stay facing forward.
"Focus, babe," he drawls. "Play your word, or do I need to help you with that?"
"Oh, bugger off."
He spanks my butt and my body jolts. The table shakes and a letter falls off the rack in front of me.
"Pick that up," he growls. I hesitate, and he snaps, "Don’t disobey me."
"Fine, fine." I straighten the letter, stare at the board. "What’s this, disciplining through Scrabble? Are words your kink or something?"
He chuckles, "Or something."
He slides his hand around to cup my pussy and my entire body goes on alert. My stomach clenches and my thighs spasm. I force myself to stay calm…Don’t move… Don’t say or do anything that’s going to make him draw out this crazy touchy-feely approach he has going.
He kicks my legs apart and I shiver, dig my heels into the ground, with my feet wide apart and wait... wait...
He slips a finger inside my channel. I shiver.
He adds a second, then a third, and does that thing he does so well. He curves his fingers, grazing the walls of my sensitive core, and a groan bleeds out of me.
I hear the rasp of a zipper being lowered, then he pulls his fingers out of me, only to grab my hips and pull me back, positioning me, ready to impale me. Moisture beads my center. Ugh, I’m so empty, so ready… What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never been this…needy for someone… No, not someone… For him. It’s Arpad… The alphahole who is going to turn my world upside down.
He is going to impregnate me and then I’ll have a miniature image of him to look at every day and I’ll never forget him. I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering how the hell it would have been if there had been something real between us, if I had acknowledged my attraction for him, if I had thrown caution to the wind for the first time and grabbed at the chance of a future with him.
The crown of his dick nudges against the opening of my slit and I gasp.
