Page 22 of The Elusive Billionaire
My chest rumbles. “Sweet and slow is for good girls who know how to tell the truth, and that’s not you. Fuck me, Sav.”
“I didn’t lie to hurt you.” I want to believe there’s honesty in that tone of hers, but she’s proven to me that she can’t be trusted, so I ignore her, thankful when she slams her tight pussy down onto my lap.
“I’d have to care for the lie to hurt me, Sav. Play with my balls.”
She cries out when I spread her ass cheeks. The sight of my cock ramming into her each time she bounces down makes me even harder—so hard I actually hurt.
Everything with Savannah Monroe hurts.
The soft pads of her fingertips play with my balls before slipping lower.
“Don’t,” I grind out. But it’s too late, her finger dips back, rimming my ass, and I come with violent spurts that suck the air straight from my lungs.
Goddamn, she’s infuriating.
I thrust up because even though I just came with enough force to put me in a momentary coma, I’m still hard inside her.
Savvy attempts to take control, but I hold onto her hips to keep her still and hovering above my cock as I rut into her like a man possessed.
A purging. That’s what this is.
Her hands fall to my thighs, nails digging half crescent moons into my skin. It only makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper. I’m aware enough to know that I’m trying to imprint myself on her, so she’ll never forget, but also, if this is truly the last time I’ll have this woman, she’ll feel every ounce of her betrayal the same way I did.
She’s already taken the rest of me.
“Grey. Oh, God.”
I tug her down so she’s sitting in my lap, and I tuck her thighs over mine, keeping her open to me as I continue to thrust up.
My fingers roam her slick skin. Finding her clit, I flick at it ruthlessly until I hit the threshold she loves so much. The one bordering on pain and pleasure that has her head falling back to rest on my shoulder. She turns her face into my neck, and irrational anger festers in my chest.
That’s a place for a lover, not whatever this thing is between us now. With my free hand, I roughly turn her head awayfrom my neck, then I rub small, tight circles on her bundle of nerves, and she explodes around me, taking me with her into a momentary daze of bliss.
One where she didn’t betray me.
One where if she’d only made a different choice, things might have been so very, very different.
I sink into the chair with her on top of me. We’re both catching our breath as the reality of our situation sinks in.
I fucked her. Again. After telling myself it would never happen again. While our lives are in imminent danger, but my mind replays only one thing on repeat—why did she have to betray me?
“That was probably a mistake,” she whispers, and my entire body turns to steel. Well, everything except my cock that deflates instantly and slips out of her, pulling our joined come with it.
With a clenched jaw, I lift her from my lap and drop her into the chair next to mine.
“Yup.”
I don’t want to see her face while my chest is fighting off a heart attack, so I stand and dig through a container in search of baby wipes. When I find them, I toss one package to her and then clean myself up with another.
Mistake. Yeah, and where Sav is concerned, they just keep piling up.
I wentfrom hating Savvy to hating myself.
She’s sprawled out on the floor next to me using the seat of her chair as a pillow.
Thankfully, she didn’t say another word after she informed me that we were a mistake—again—she just passed out the moment her head hit the cushion.
Sleep is an elusive bitch though, and I’m forced to stare into the dark as the storm circles us hour after hour.
