Page 69 of The Billionaire's Bride
I swallow, then shake my head.
"Guess I saved the best for the last, then, didn’t I?"
He steps away and to the side, so I can’t see him anymore. What the hell? I gulp. What the hell is he up to? I sense him move a second before his palm connects with my backside.
I jump. To be honest, it didn’t hurt. It’s more my ego that’s taking a beating. What the hell is wrong with this man? I crane my neck, and he places his palm again on the small of my back. He holds me down with his hand even as his other palm connects with my backside. The shock of the impact courses through my veins. I yelp, bracing myself as he spanks me on one arse cheek, then the next, and again, alternating between the left and right cheeks until my entire backside seems to be aflame.
A trembling courses up my legs and my core clenches. My belly flip-flops and moisture drools from between my legs. I will not allow myself to be turned on, will not. I curl my fingers into fists, dig my heels into the ground as he pauses. He massages my burning butt cheeks with one large palm. The calluses on his fingers chafe against the sensitized flesh. Goosebumps pop on my skin. My thighs clench.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.This is not good. How can I be so aroused by what is, clearly, meant to be a punishment? He’s trying to humiliate me, and I like it. Shit, what craziness is this?Where’s your ego? Your pride in yourself?All gone… Kaput… Shredded to pieces by the asshole who dips his finger into my pussy. "You’re soaking wet, Eve," he rumbles.
No shit, Einstein.
He drags the moisture up to my backhole, smears it around the rim. Scoops up more of my cum and slides his soaked digit inside my puckered hole. He slides his finger in and out of me and pinpricks of heat swirl out from the contact. He adds a second finger and I huff, grip the edge of the desk as he stretches me, preps me.
"Who’d have thought you had a taste for spanking, hmm? Makes me wonder what other secrets you’re hiding from me."
As if I am going to tell you.I snicker and he pauses, then drives his fingers in and out of me at an increased pace. My toes curl, my belly clenches, and more moisture pools between my legs. He lowers his face into my line of sight. "I am going to wipe that smile off your face." He smirks. "By the time I am done, you’ll remember nothing except my touch, my scent, the feel of my dick owning you, my cock buried deep inside your most forbidden place, you riding me, you coming all over me, you and me, baby, just us, you get me?"
I swallow, hold his gaze. The blue in his eyes deepens to a brilliant azure. Then he straightens. I hear the rasp of his zipper being lowered. The next moment, the crown of his shaft teases my back entrance.
Oh, hell.I draw in a breath and he pauses.
He drags his hand up my back, wraps his finger around the nape of my neck. He bends, placing his cheek next to mine. "Relax," he whispers, "I’ve got you."
I swallow. It’s the same words Edward had told me. Shit, this is getting so very complicated. So bloody complicated, with no solution in sight.
I must have tensed against him, for he drags his hand down the side of my breast, down my hip, and around to strum my pussy lips. He teases my clit and a moan drips from my lips. "Beautiful," he murmurs, "you’re fucking beautiful, Ava. If I die, this is the last sound I want to hear. Your voice calling out for me as you give in to the orgasm that I am going to fuck out of you."
He slips his fingers inside my soaking pussy, moving them in and out of me. Heat sizzles out from the contact. I give in to his touch, my muscles relax, and he slips past my sphincter. Too much, too full. I can feel him all the way inside of me. I gasp and sweat beads my brow as he straightens. I sense his gaze sweep down my back, to where we are connected. "If you could only see yourself Eve," he growls, "you’re the fucking hottest thing I have ever laid eyes on." He pulls back, then slips inside again and a groan tumbles from my lips. "F-u-c-k," he growls, bending over me. The heat from his big body surrounds me, cocoons me, cajoles me into parting my legs wider, allowing him to slip even further inside as he increases the pace at which he finger-fucks me. My entire body bucks, and his grip on my neck tightens. His fingers are long enough to wrap around my throat, impeding the flow of air. He pulls out again, then propels forward, burying himself inside me with such force, the entire desk shudders. He speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, even as he fucks my arse.
I try to draw in a breath, but my lungs burn and spots of black dot the edges of my vision. He thrusts into me, hits a spot deep inside, at the same time as he curves his fingers inside my channel. The climax whispers out from my womb, swoops up my spine. He releases the hold on my neck and orders, "Come."
Instantly, the orgasm roars forward, crashes behind my eyes. Floating. Darkness. Peace. When I open my eyes, I find him staring into my face.
I hold his gaze, bring a finger up to touch his mouth. "Kiss me?" I rasp. My throat hurts. Did I scream? I must have. It’s the only reason I can imagine my throat feels so raw, right?
He brushes his lips across mine once, twice. So sweet. My eyelids flutter down as he straightens, pulling out of me. He hauls me up and into his arms as I yawn widely.
"You need to eat," he mutters, and I shake my head.
"Sleep… I need to sleep." I yawn again and my jaw cracks.
He chuckles, then pulls me close. I curl into his chest, closing my eyes.
I fall into a deep sleep, and when I open my eyes, I am in bed. I stare at the broad back, the dark hair, the tattoo of the snake crawling up his back and know the man I am staring at is Edward. I try to turn and find I can’t move. Glance down to find a thick arm around my waist. Follow the corded muscles up to find Baron is behind me… He’s spooning me. I swallow. I am in bed with both of them? Is that good? Not like I am trying to hide from one what I'm doing with the other, right? Shouldn’t it be easier like this...? So why do I feel uncomfortable, like I've been caught doing something wrong?
How did I get here anyway? I frown. I fell asleep in Baron’s arms. And he carried me up here to Edward’s bed? Why the hell would he do that? Does he want to cause a massive disagreement, or what? I try to push his hand off of me, but of course, it’s too heavy. Bloody hell. There’s movement next to me. The hair on the nape of my neck prickles. I glance up to meet Edward’s amber gaze.
24
Edward
I take in her flushed features, her sleepy gaze, her thick hair flowing about her shoulders. Gorgeous, beautiful, a vision to wake up to every day. She bites her lower lip and I feel the tug all the way to the tip of my dick. She shifts her shoulders; I drag my gaze down to where the covers are pulled up to the tops of her creamy breasts. I reach out, tug on the sheet, which slips down to catch on her nipple. I trace the outline of the swollen bud, and her breath catches in her chest.
I raise my gaze to hers. "Good morning," I whisper, "how did you sleep?"
"Good." She swallows. Her hand jerks, as she traces a path down the forearm of the man sleeping on her other side. "I… I can explain Ed." She gulps, "It’s just… I um, woke up and, well—"
