Page 57 of Billionaire's Promise
"You can’t give yourself relief."
"I wasn’t."
"No lying, Eve."
I huff. "I wasn’t…"
"Yes, you were."
"No."
"Yes."
"Finally, something you’re saying yes to."
He chuckles. "Smart and sassy. Gorgeous and full of spirit. Your mouth is as beautiful as your cunt, you know that?"
I swallow. Heat flushes my skin…which feels too tight for my body. My scalp tingles. My toes curl. Every part of me seems to be awakening. Parts of me that I never knew existed seem to be coming alive. My core trembles. My chest hurts. Liquid heat pools in my belly.
"Baron," I whine, "please."
His lips kick up. And that smirk. OMG. So hot, so mean. He reaches for a towel then squats down in front of me. His thigh muscles bunch, his chest planes flex, and his biceps make that little twitch that nearly drives me insane. I swallow, watch as he drags the towel about my shoulders, down my chest, across my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, in between my legs. I shudder. And for all that, his touch is impersonal, almost clinical, as he dries me. He tosses the towel aside, then grabs another and drops it over my shoulders. "Stay." He rises to his feet, and damn him, but that means I am at eye level with his glorious, fat peen. Argh. My mouth waters. My lips part. I reach forward and he steps back.What the—?I tip up my chin, and he waggles a finger at me. "Not yet, Eve."
"But I wanna…"Did I just whine? I whined. What the hell is he doing to me?I am a strong independent woman, ready to forge ahead to make a mark on the world on my terms. This…mewling, writhing creature, who’d do anything for her master… Her lover? This isn’t me. And hold on, why am I thinking of him as my master? Or my lover, for that matter? Considering we haven’t even slept together. Okay, so he’d made me come. Hard. More than once. And now he’s standing in all his naked glory in front of me, smirking down at me, with a twist of those gorgeous, kissable, pouty lips that I want to bite down on.
His grin widens. His eyes twinkle. Of course, he knows exactly how turned on I am just now.Jerk.
"You wanna come, little Eve?" He places his palm against my cheek. "Do you?"
"You know I do."
He nods, "Pass your first test, and we’ll see."
Wait… What?
Turning, he stalks out.
The bastard heads out of the bathroom, leaving me there on my knees. Naked. At least, I am not cold because he’d wrapped the towel around me. Still...Asshole.I stay where he’s left me. My knees begin to hurt. My thighs spasm. A bead of sweat slides down my back and I shake off my towel. Thanks to the earlier hot shower, I am warm and the remnants of the heat seems to cling to the very air that I breathe in. My left shoulder blade itches. I reach back to scratch myself, lose my balance and fall over. Gah. This is stupid. Like really stupid. How dare he simply leave me when I am horny? Shit, I’ve been horny since… Meeting Edward. And his fucking me had only whetted my appetite.
Then, Baron comes along and my needs seem to have escalated to a whole new height. I feel hungry and torn apart inside, and so damn lonely. The physical need to be with him crawls across my skin, lodges in my belly. I rise to my feet, march out, through the bedroom, and the living room. I head for the kitchen, enter, then stop. Baron stands with his back to me. His very naked back. His tight glutes are a work of art. Honed and taut, with the hollows at the sides that you’d expect to find on a ballet dancer. They only serve to highlight just how in a shape he is. Does he, like, spend his every, single, free moment working out? And those thick thighs. Jesus, his thighs deserve a sculpture all their own. Right after his dick, that is. I could spend all of my days and nights worshipping at the altar of his cock. Argh. I did not just think that. I head into the room. He swings around, rakes his gaze up and down my body.
"I was expecting you."
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Baron
"You…you were?" Her chin wobbles.
I’d wondered how long she’d last there. It had been a test for her as much as for myself. Though why I am stringing her along so…when all it does is heighten my need for her...is anyone’s guess. Maybe because I am a masochist?
I smirk and she frowns.
I take a step forward. She freezes. I fold my arms across my chest, jerk my chin to the ground in front of me.
"No way," she grouses. "I am not kneeling, again."
"I’m not asking."
