Page 35 of Billionaire's Promise
"No," she tips up her chin, "that’s not true."
"You’re right."
She frowns. "I am?"
I lower my head until our eyelashes tangle. "You want me to not just fuck you, you want me to demolish you and build you back again as I did those prisoners."
Her lips part. The breath whooshes out of her, "No, I don’t."
"You do."
I rake my gaze across her features. "Even now, you’re imagining how it would be if I were to push you down on your front and mount you from behind. How it would feel to have my cock deep inside your most forbidden places. How you want me to remove every single imprint he left on your body and replace it with mine. How you want to be commanded, to be subjugated, to be told what to do every moment we are together. You want me to take your choices and give you a space where you don’t need to think. Where you don’t need to worry about the world outside. Where it’s just you and me and our shared filthy passion. Where you could ask me to do every single depraved thing you ever dreamed of and things you didn’t even know were possible. Where you’d spend the hours in a state of constant arousal, until you are so out of your mind with wanting that you’d take my cock every which way I wanted to give it to you. Where you’d want me to tear into your pussy, fuck your arse, take me down that gorgeous throat of yours. Where you’d want me to use you any way I desire. Where you’d be nothing but my little fuck toy, to wrench every last pleasure from your body until you are delirious and ready to climax over and over again…only…"
"Only?" She whispers.
"Only I wouldn't let you come."
I release her and she shudders.
I rise to my feet, then jerk my chin toward her bedroom door. "Go."
12
Ava
"What do you mean, go?" I stare at him.
"It’s English. You do understand English, don’t you?"
He sits down on the couch, then lies back and closes his eyes.
The bastard closes his eyes, as if this is the end of the discussion. Finish. Over. Kaput. What in the ever-lovin’ hell is wrong with him? I jump up to my feet. "What do you think you’re doing?"
Asshole simply folds his hands behind his neck. His biceps bulge and the planes of his chest undulate. Why the hell does he have to be so hot? Why does he have to be so damn obnoxious? And all those filthy things he said… I don’t want him to do that to me… I don’t…. Do I? And that dream… What the hell was that about? My subconscious playing tricks on me? Trying to justify why I should let Baron fuck me…when my heart still belongs to Edward. Does it belong to Edward?
I’d known him for such a short period of time. Had barely gotten to know him as a person. You don’t need that to know though. When you know, you know…right? That’s how Bella had known about Edward from the first moment she’d seen him. And then there was Jacob. Shit, I’d always been obsessed with Edward but a part of me had always wanted Jacob. I’d veered toward Edward because he’d been larger-than-life, all consuming. And…I’d always thought I had to choose. In which case, it was Edward. No brainer. But what if I didn’t have to choose. What if… I could have both. First Edward… Then Jacob?
Jesus, I am a slut. That much is clear. And that…is all fiction. This is real life. Where the man I’d fallen for had walked out on me and now there is another man—a hot, sexy, beautifully-sculpted alphahole who is sprawled out on my couch, wearing only a pair of briefs, which ride low on his waist. I drag my gaze down the tented center of his crotch—is that an ongoing phenomenon or just something he sports when around me? And he is attracted to me… Clearly. Which is why he had lashed out at me.
"I know what you are doing," I mutter.
"Oh?" His voice is bored.
"You think you can scare me away by putting all of your thoughts into words? You think you can paint the filthiest picture possible in the hope that it would make me think twice about wanting to be with you? Well, you thought wrong."
"Is that what you think I was doing?" He brings up his other hand to scratch his chest and I shiver. My nerve endings pop. I can’t take my gaze off of how he drags his fingertips down his sculpted pecs. Goosebumps rise on my skin. I squeeze my thighs together.
"I know that’s what you were doing."
"Go to bed, Ava," he drawls. "You don’t want to play with things you have no idea about."
"Then teach me."
He freezes. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." I walk over to the sofa on my knees. "It’s why Edward asked you to take care of me."
He lowers his arm to the side. "You think Edward wanted me to fuck you?"
