Page 40 of My Fake Billionaire Damaged Boyfriend

I’m lifted off the ground in the midst of our kiss, something so fiery about a moment with this man when seconds ago I couldn’t stand the sight of him. He thinks I’m selfish looking out for myself, but he’s not seeing the bigger picture here. I have to do something, or I’ll drown when this tidal wave comes and goes and takes Alek down under the surface.

So why does it matter? Why do I care what he thinks?

I don’t, but I love the way he touches my body and roams his palms all over my exposed skin. I drop the flash drive in the mix of our endless kiss, focused only on trying to get some air while his arms pull from under my ass, rolling my skirt up to expose my thighs.

“Ah,” I gust, my ass nearly bare as Dimitri sets me down on the edge of the desk, the feeling overwhelming. I can’t help but shiver in his hold as he pins me close, his fingertips undoing my bra through my shirt while I’m focused on his tedious belt. “What are we doing?”

He lifts his lips from the spot on my neck that he seems to be focusing on with the help of his teeth. “We’re being frustrated with one another.”

“Is this the best way to duke it out then?”

“It’s all I got,” he adds, pulling my shirt and bra off over my head. One hand finds my breast, the other clings to the back of my hair, pulling my head up to his vantage point. I stare up into his daunting gaze, lost in the maze of a man that I’ll never understand. “You got any better ideas?”

I can only shrug, my legs instinctively wrapping around the backs of his thighs to pull him in close to me. “Not really.”

“Good. I like my idea, anyway.”

I am inclined to agree, the feeling of his hips writhing into mine is nearly enough to set me off. I oblige in his plan to be angry with him though, clutching the hem of his pants hungrily in my curled fist and holding him close.

“Go for it, Kitten,” he says between sucking kisses to my exposed nipples. “Take it off.”

I am already undoing his button before the words are said. I flick his zipped down next, my hand taking instant hold of the erection that waits beneath. I clutch him in my palms, feeling him growl and snarl against the plane of my chest. It’s enough to make my blood warm, and my face burning hot, but I ignore the embarrassment for now.

“I hope you’re ready,” he mumbles, his teeth rolling over my nipple suddenly.

“Ah, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to let my frustrations out,” he says simply. “I suggest you do the same to me.”

I smile at the thought, still furious with this man but he’s so damn attractive and dominant that I can’t help but bend when he blows his wind at me. It’s like I’m stuck in the middle of a revolving door of choices.

Right now, the only thing on my list is what I want, and Dimitri’s name is pretty high on that list.

I lean forward, throwing everything I have behind me and abandoning it like a sunken ship. My apprehensiveness drowns at once, my mouth taking in the long, damning length of a man that I partially can’t stand, but one that I care about more than I’d ever admit out loud.

He moans alive with the sensation like he didn’t expect it at first. I try not to smile through the process of filling my throat with his cock, my head in the realm of trying not to gag while my body is somewhere on the edge of pleasure and salacious adventure.

I stroke my tongue up the bottom of his shaft with every thrust of his hips, the rhythm of his body changing significantly as he stands straight, keeping one hand on my breast to twitch his fingers against my nipple. It’s enough of a shock to my system that I moan against his cock with every pinch, trying to focus on my task when he makes it impossible.

Warmth puddles between my thighs on the desk, and I think he knows I’m wet with the thoughts of what’s next, but I want to do this first job with overwhelming justice. He makes it a point to lean into my mouth, controlling the speed and the rhythm of which he thrusts into my tongue.

“Oh, Kitten,” he mutters, fighting back the sensation of coming into my mouth. “You’re not getting away from this that easily, though.”

Before I can ask what he means, he plucks himself out of my mouth and tips my chin upright, kissing me deeper than I imagined possible. His tongue swipes across my cheek and against my teeth, choking me more than his rod had just a minute earlier.

When he backs up, he pushes me down at the same time, forcing me to land on my back against the desk. I hiccup in shock, expecting his lips to find their way to my drenched, throbbing clit, but they don’t. His hands flip me over, my feet finding the floor once again, and he manages to undo my skirt with one hand, the other clutching my thong like a threat.

“What are you—” I start, abruptly cut off by the smack of his free hand against my ass. “Ouch!”

“You’re so damn cute when you purr for me, Kitten.”

“That wasn’t apurr, that actually hurt, Dimitri!”

“Good.” He does it again, and I know now he’s taunting me on purpose. When I flinch at the heat that now stings my ass, he grips me by the thong harder, preventing me from pulling away at the slightest inch. “You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Where is this coming from?” I hiss. “You were so calm and easy before. Now you’re spanking me!”

“You were crying last time, and I couldn’t possibly make matters worse, now, could I?”

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