Page 21 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

She shook her head, made her inky dark hair shimmer over her breasts like an oil spill. He growled, his hips bucking upward.

She had never felt so beautiful. And more to the point, she had never cared whether or not she felt beautiful. It had been a tool. Always. This body. This face.

It had never been anything she cared about.

“And then when I saw you again. In Monte Carlo. You were up on the second floor.”

“When did you see me? I didn’t...”

She hadn’t realized.

She’d made mistakes with him. She had never made mistakes with anyone else before.

And she was standing naked before him now, and that should serve as a warning. A warning that he wasn’t safe. That she needed to guard herself. She didn’t make mistakes, and yet she did with him.

She didn’t make mistakes, and yet she was standing before him naked.

Almost naked.

Her pulse was throbbing between her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to move forward and straddle his lap. Rub herself against him and satisfy the ache within her.

She was familiar with the desires of her body.

In her imagination it was vivid.

But this... This transcended imagination.

It was big and bright and real. It was red.

Suddenly, he reached out, his large hands gripping her hips and pulling her forward. And then he pressed his mouth to her stomach. Just beneath her belly button.

She shivered.

He had yet to kiss her lips, and yet his mouth, hot and impertinent, had touched her stomach.

“You are delicious,” he said roughly. He looked up at her, moved his hands up her waist, just beneath the swells of her breasts. Her nipples went tight.

“Get down on your knees.”

“I...”

“You have to earn it. Your right to be here. With me. Show me how much you want me. Show me you could be a good girl.”

Her knees were trembling as she sank down before him, and he looked down at her, then reached out to cup her chin. Tilted her face upward. And closed the distance between them as he bent down to press his mouth to hers.

It was firm. Hot. And then he angled his head, and it became fury.

He parted her mouth roughly, pushing his tongue deep. A raw cry escaped her throat, and she kissed him back. Allowing him access. Surrendering to him.

She had thought to seduce him tonight, but this was different. She had thought to claim a prize, but he was nothing of the kind.

He was living and breathing and powerful. The furthest thing from cold, soulless money as one could be.

And he was not biddable. Pliable. She could not manipulate him.

That thrilled her deeper than anything else ever could have.

It had been exciting, knowing she had beaten him.

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