Page 58 of Billionaire's Sins
"You don’t get to ask the questions," he growls. "Which reminds me, why are we still standing here?"
"What do you mean?"
He closes the distance between us, so the heat from his body slams into my chest. "Do you or do you not want me to fuck you, Ava?"
My core clenches. My toes curl. All of my nerve-endings seem to light up. Jesus—and it is okay to use his name, since we’re not standing in a church, right? This man... The power he has over me... It’ll never go away, not until the day I die. Not even then. Bet he’ll haunt me in my afterlife and chase me through the catacombs of hell, which is clearly where I am going, considering I tempted one of God’s most faithful disciples.
"What have I done to you, Ed?" I tip up my chin, stare into those brilliant brown eyes of his.
"Are you done?" he grates out through clenched teeth. "I am asking you for the last time, Ava, do you want me to shag you or not?"
I draw in a sharp breath, then nod my head.
"I didn’t hear you," he growls.
"Y…yes," I whimper.
"Say it like you mean it, Eve."
"Yes," I snap. "Yes, yes, ye—"
He thrust his thumb inside my mouth. "Suck on it," he orders, and I curl my tongue around his digit. The saltiness of his skin, combined with that edgy, darkness that is pure Edward sinks into my blood. My pussy spasms. Moisture trickles down the inside of my legs.
He darts his gaze down to my crotch as if he can see right through my panties. I’m pretty sure he can’t. Bet he senses it, though. He’s always known what he does to me. How helpless I am in the face of his commands. All he has to do is ask and I’ll lay myself down at his feet, legs apart, asking him to wreck me.
A moan bleeds from my lips. He jerks his chin up, his gaze alert, watching me, assessing me, stalking my every single movement. I freeze, not wanting to give myself away… Well, not more than what I have revealed so far, that is. Shit, at this rate, I am not going to last. I am going to orgasm just being in his presence… Yep, totally possible when it’s Edward. The man exudes enough testosterone that just being close to him has heightened the senses of every single cell in my body.
He stares at my mouth with such intensity that a shudder ladders down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together and he scowls. "Stop fidgeting."
He drags his thumb down my chin, down my throat to the valley between my breasts. "You’re so fucking beautiful, Ava." His words are complimentary but his tone… It’s brooding. Almost angry. His eyebrows slash down and he hooks his finger in the neckline and tugs. The thin cloth tears down the middle.
I gasp, look down to find the two halves gape enough to expose the sides of my breasts. The fabric catches on my nipples and stays there.
"Fuck me," he growls. "The things I want to do to you, Eve. If only I had more time."
"What do you mean? We have time. You only just got here, you—"
"Shh," he raises his finger back to my lips, "any last requests, Eve?"
I gulp; my fingers tremble. Shit, that sounds dangerous and surprising and so bloody hot.
"L…last, requests?" I manage to squeak.
He cups my cheek, stares into my eyes, "Once I bury myself inside of you, you won’t be doing any talking. Hell, I’m going to make sure I fuck you so hard, and in every hole in your body, in such quick succession that your brain cells are going to be out of commission for a while..." he explains in a matter-of-fact voice.
It's so different from his normal tone that I stare at him. "Is e... everything okay, Ed?"
"Everything is not okay, Eve," he explains patiently. "You are still standing and coherent." He shakes his head. "We need to change that."
"We…we do?"
He nods.
"Turn around and put your hands against up the wall," he orders.
"What?" I blink.
"Don’t ask me to repeat myself. You won’t like the consequences."
